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It was another long day of working at the social work organization. The pay isn’t great and neither are the weekend hours, but the smiles you bring to members of the community are worth it. Your main role is providing gender-affirming care. Connecting to resources, providing clothing and haircuts, and just trying to help others feel more like themselves.

To help yourself recharge, you take walks in the woods 30 minutes drive from your home. Any stress from the urban life melts away when you sit and watch a stream burble along or hunt for local flora and fauna. The edges of the woods are full of young trees and invasive flowers, but as you walk further in it becomes dominated by old growth. By a particularly crooked old tree, with gnarled silver bark and leaves that never seem to fall, there is a small stack of stones.

You, who have been walking this trail for just a few years, never knew who made this cairn. It’s mossy and barely larger than a shoe box. There always seem to be snails on the stones, dragging sticky trails along the surface. You don’t think much of it. On occasion, however, you add a pebble or a flower or a trinket you find along the walk. A bottle cap. A worn bit of green glass. A forgotten earring. It just feels like it’s there for a reason… and you might as well add your tokens of love. If not for the weird tree, for the woods themselves.

Today, the woods are chilly. The weather wasn’t like this earlier today. You wish you had brought a jacket. You keep a brisk pace as you track your usual route through the trails. When you reach the gnarled silver tree, you plan to toss a lost ring you found in the dust on the way into the pile of stones at its roots. You do a double take when you arrive though; the largest snail you have ever seen is sitting on the top.

Creeping forward, you gingerly deposit the ring. The snail glows and twists- growing humanoid features from its fleshy body. You crouch down out of curiosity to get a closer look. The snail person stretches their arms and yawns. Then, it looks up at you.

“Thank you for your years of devotion to my sanctuary. When you first started visiting, I became curious of your kind heart. I’ve been watching you, friend.”

“Watching me?”

“I’m a spirit of these old woods. A patron guardian of pleasure, devotion, and unending bonds. The cycles of nature are always experiencing these, regardless of whether humans realize. Through the leaves that stick to your jacket when you leave, or the pollen that drifts on the wind, I can peruse the activities of the outside world as I please.

You, as it happens, have made yourself a disciple of these principles. In your work, in your community, you bring endless pleasure, show utmost devotion, and create the most unending bonds I have seen in hundreds of years. As such, I want to offer you a gift.”

Your brain is reeling.

“You deserve to experience the pleasures you have given others compounded. Please, it is the least I can do.”

Your head is slowly nodding.

The snail lifts an arm up and the tree shakes as if there was a strong wind. The leaves fall and pull together. The snail person picks up two small snails from the cairn and kisses them each gently. They glow and change into little medallions. The leaves become translucent and knit together like a fabric. They start to resemble something like clothing, but not quite. The snail person takes the ring you gave and walks to the pile. It beckons the fabric and medallions into the ring, magically compressing substance and space.

“One final touch,” they wink at you. Dragging its arm along the length of its body, it pulls up a massive streamer of slime. This final element causes the ring to flash so brightly that you look away. When you turn back, the snail is gone. The tree is bare. The cairn remains with a ring at its peak. The ring shimmers- instead of the classic metal, it is something new. Like spiderwebs bound tenfold to create a delicate lace, with a snail shell shaped stone inset at the center.

You pick it up. It’s smooth and warm. This must be the gift. Did that really happen? The air is colder now, so you slip it into your pocket and go home.

At home, you try the ring on. It fits perfectly. Wow. It really is a work of art. You wonder how durable it is, with how fragile it looks. You tap at it and pinch it a little. No give. Well made, you suppose. You try to take it off, but can’t. This frustrates you. Is it like one of those finger traps where you can slip it on but there’s a trick to get it off?

You figure you might as well continue with your plan for a shower, since the moisture might help.

Stripped down and naked in front of the mirror, you hold your hand up to stare at the ring. Suddenly, you are compelled to touch it to your body.

You hold your hand to your chest and the ring radiates warmth across your skin. Silky fabric slides across your torso, fitting itself your your body’s contours. Cupping to your chest, two snail shell-shaped pieces grow into place. They’re smooth and cool and have some flexibility and softness, like silicone but more natural and spongey like fungi. The fabric ends by your hips and lower back, and you feel a curious sensation emerge. Oozing down from the translucent fabric is something moist and viscous. You try to reach up to feel it but it’s under the fabric, and all you feel is the silky leaf texture. It slowly slides its way down, past your hips and further.

Down your crotch it coats, following the curve of muscles and hip bones and hugging your skin’s surface. You feel it covering your most sensitive skin. It’s like lube with a mind of its own. It trickles between your cheeks and eventually you feel the entire crevice between your legs is full of snail slime. You reach down to touch. It’s not sticky at all, but like a thin gelatin or slime mold. You shudder a little at the foreign experience.

When you touch the snail shells on your chest- looking like a strange armor- it moves your nipples as well. The spongy nature has conformed itself to your body as an extension of yourself. Every movement and feeling is magnified. You stroke them with soft circles of pleasure. They tug and you've never felt this good before.

You take a sideways step and feel the slime in your groin slip further up into your body. Oh gods. You hurry to your room and with every step you feel it creep up and up and up. It seems to be firming up, too, becoming more like cartilage than goo. You make it to your door but not without crying out in surprise as the spreading magic encasing finally hits a delicate spot within you. You stumble to your knees, gasping and crawling to your bed as every movement rubs against that sensitive zone inside your body. Your nipples throb as you drag yourself onto your bed from the floor. The rubbing of the mattress on the shells sends tingles up your whole nervous system. Arching your back, you groan.

You use your hand to apply extra pressure to your pelvic area and hump the growth, your vision barely seeing straight anymore. Back and forth, a steady rhythm, a ride with an invisible partner. Breathing hard and gasping, you finally cum. And gods, it’s so much. You let out an inhuman sound as it gushes out and leaks through the seams of the formfitting fairywear. And again. Your whole body feels like it has transcended. You’re an animal. You’re a force of nature. No- you are nature. Your brain is trying to think but it’s short circuiting in an endless loop.

You black out.

When you wake up, you are naked. You blink wearily as your brain attempts a startup. There is no mess, no stinky residues on your sheets. The ring is off of your finger, lying next to you. You feel no soreness or aches, just warmth and the phantom touch of what was holding you before. Was it all a dream?

The ring seems to twinkle. I guess you’ll have to find out.