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A Fairy Tale

By William W. Kelso

Tit was tired, and she'd been depressed ever since the old woman had died. Of course she had known it was inevitable; humans grew old and died, but she'd liked Old Dorothy and had even helped to extend her life a few years, but her powers were limited. Especially now. She flitted across the garden and landed in the tree where she had her nest, perching on a branch with her legs hanging over the edge, gossamer wings folded against her back. Since the woman had died the garden had suffered, even humans could affect how plants grew sometimes. Without the old ladies love the plants looked sad and listless; despite all Tit could do, they missed the caring presence they could no longer sense. But they would recover, given time. With a sad sigh she took flight again, and landed on a wilted looking rose bush, and began to do her best to revitalize the ailing plant.

Jerome breathed a tired sigh as he pulled up in front of the old rundown house; a mansion really, the old place was huge. It had also been hard as Hell to find, and if he hadn't stopped and asked for directions he never would have found '24 Robin Lane'. The old place was at the end of a long overgrown dirt drive that meandered through equally overgrown woods. Place looked like it had been abandoned for years, but he knew it had been occupied until recently by a recluse. The new owners wanted the property cleaned up and readied for sale, which was where he came in. The magnetic sign on the door of his beat up old van read 'Mulligan Bros. Landscaping and Yard Maintenance'. He was the youngest Mulligan brother, so got the shit jobs. He didn't mind that much though; at least he got to work alone and could listen to his tunes without being interrupted by some jerk every few minutes. With another tired sigh he got out of the van and started mixing the chemicals for the sprayer. This was going to take forever, the place was a jungle.

Tit heard the sound of one of the humans iron beasts, and flying to the roof of the old house she watched as a human male disembarked, and then began doing something in the back of the van. She wrinkled her nose; even from here she could smell the chemicals. He was probably there to spray the house for vermin again, no matter how often it was done they never got rid of all of them. Her friends the rats were too cagy to stick around to be poisoned, and would return when the chemicals faded. But when he put some sort of contraption on his back, and then started walking around to the back of the house she became concerned.

Man; what a dump; Jerome thought, as he followed a barely discernable path around to the back of the house. The front had been bad enough, an overgrown wilderness of grass and weeds, but the back was worse. But at least the plants were more colorful, there were flowers and stuff everywhere! It was kind of a shame really, they were pretty. But a job was a job. New owners wanted the old garden cleared, and the first step was to poison the plants, then after they'd died they'd be dug up and hauled off, and grass would be planted to cover the old flowerbeds and places the hedges had been. It was warm and humid and he was already sweating as he pumped the tank to build up pressure, and after putting a small towel under his cap to soak up as much sweat as possible and hopefully keep it out of his eyes, he put on his earpieces, facemask, then began to walk down the narrow paths spraying the defoliant as he went.

Tit watched the human, confused at first. Sometime Old Dorothy had sprayed some sort of fertilizer on the plants, but her nose told her this wasn't the same. But when the plants began to wail in pain she realized the human was poisoning them! Enraged, she darted towards the hulking human. What she was going to do she wasn't quite sure, but she couldn't let this happen! The plants were her friends, and this was her home! She had nowhere else to go anymore!

Jerome whistled through his teeth as he sprayed the poison, the harsh smell tickling his sensitive nostril hairs despite the facemask. PU, he thought, I will definitely need to take a long hot shower tonight! He much preferred to spray fertilizer, it smelled better and he didn't have to wear as much protective gear. The heavy rubber gloves, boots, apron, and facemask he was wearing didn't help any, it was HOT! Had to though, that poison was nasty stuff. It was like that Agent Orange crap he'd read about. All of a sudden a loud buzzing filled his ears despite his iPod, and something started swooping around his head. Damn, it's some kind of bird or big bug; he thought, as he paused to wave an arm at it. Better not be some hornet or something, he was allergic!

Tit normally cast a glamour on herself as a hummingbird whenever humans were around, but this time she did one of a big nasty looking bug. It had helped to run off some snoopy young humans in the past. She didn't dare let her true form be seen, except by those she could trust. Hopefully she could drive off this intruder as well, she had to stop him!

"Get away!" Jerome yelled, his voice muffled by the facemask. The big bug kept dive-bombing him though; big mandibles clicking, and a really long nasty looking stinger dripped some kind of icky looking fluid. He was pretty knowledgeable about bugs as he'd encountered just about everything around, but he'd never seen anything this big, ugly, or belligerent, it looked some sort of giant wasp! Must have hosed its nest; he thought. Then, that thought reminded him he had a weapon at hand, and he raised the wand and sprayed the angry insect. Though not bug poison the shit he was spraying would kill anything. Sure enough, the bug zoomed off and vanished into a thick tangle of bushes. That got the little fucker, he thought with satisfaction. Teach it to mess with the big boys!

Tit was swooping towards the humans face again when he suddenly raised the metal stick he had in one hand, and a thick spray of fluid washed over her body. The result was immediate; extreme irritation and burning, and with a shrill squeal she flew away as fast as she could, crashing into an old hedge and tumbling to the ground stunned and sick. Sitting up she bent over, retching and gagging from the effects of the poison, her skin burning and tingling unpleasantly. Ohh, that was nasty stuff!! Finally the effects begin to fade, and as she recovered Tit felt her rage returning tenfold, how DARE the mortal attack her home, AND her! This time as she took flight she neglected to glamour herself, it wouldn't be needed.

Jerome paused to take his cap off and use the towel to wipe some of the sweat off his face. It was sweltering inside the heavy rubber protective gear, the air still and hot under the trees, not a hint of a breeze. When the small flying naked woman suddenly appeared in front of him he had to blink several times before he could believe it. The Barbie Doll sized woman was perfectly formed; her body voluptuous, but the green hair and wings flapping almost too fast to be seen were somewhat...disconcerting. I knew it; he thought, I've got heat stroke! He didn't really think it was real, at least not at first. But he had to admit; as far as hallucinations went, a flying naked women was a pretty good one. Wiping his face again, he said,

"Beat it Tinkerbelle, I've got work to do."

As the human started spraying the smelly poison again; ignoring her, Tit could hardly believe it! She reveals herself to a human for the first; well, second, time in over a hundred years and he ignores her! The nerve! And he was STILL attacking her plants! With a high pitched shriek of rage she attacked, she had never been so angry in her long life! This had to stop, NOW!

Jerome stumbled as something suddenly slammed into him, his right arm tingling and going numb as he dropped the sprayer wand. Shit, what the fuck! He looked up and saw the flying woman again, and she pointed a hand at him, a beam of light with what looked like glitter in it sprang from her hand and zapped his other arm, and it too went numb and started tingling. Holy crap, he realized, Tinkerbelle was real, and she's pissed about something! Another zap, and his whole upper body felt like it had been shocked and a growing numbness burst in his chest. With a squeal he turned and ran down the path as fast as he could go, his arms flopping uselessly as branches slapped into his face, his cap flying off and the towel falling over his face, blinding him momentarily. Suddenly he burst out into an open place, and another zap caused his left leg to collapse under him and he went sprawling on his face, the towel flying off.

Tit cast the first part of the spell at the hulking human without even realizing it at first. Then the second and third, and the human turned and ran down the path with her in close pursuit, dodging whipping branches as he barged through the thick undergrowth. She was caught a little by surprise at what she was doing, but now that she'd started to stop would be even worse. She'd never done this before, but knew the proper spell to use. And the fleeing human was running in the right direction, and as he reached the fairy ring formed by mushrooms she cast another part of the spell at one of his legs to incapacitate him. The spell would work much easier; and faster, within the ring from which she drew much of her power. It was good luck that a recent shower had caused the ring to freshen and enlarge as new mushrooms sprouted in the dim light under the canopy. As the human fell to the ground in a heap she cast the final part of the spell, his other leg going numb and useless. Then she perched on a nearby branch to watch.

God damn it; Jerome thought, as he tried to move. But his whole body felt like it had fallen asleep, a numbing prickling sensation washing over him, and all he could do was grunt and flop around like he was paralyzed. It didn't really hurt, but the tingling was increasing in intensity, and he moaned as his guts gave a heave and started churning. Oh God; he thought, I'm going to puke! But even though the nausea increased steadily, he couldn't heave no matter how much he wanted to. Groaning, he drooled and slobbered thick gooey snot like goo from his nose and mouth, gagging on the thick mucus. Then it got worse, much worse. Maybe he was having a heart attack; he thought.

When he fell he had rolled, and ended up lying on top of the heavy poison filled tank strapped to his back. This left him propped up, and despite only being able to squirm helplessly he could still see, and what he was seeing didn't make any sense. His pants were sliding down his legs! But no one was pulling on them!! But when he realized what was causing it he gave a gurgling scream of horror, his LEGS were growing together, pushing his shorts and pants off! The revealed skin looked wrong too, it was pale and grey looking, rippling and twitching, and what were those weird little nubs?? One on each side? As he watched the nubs swelled, and began to move, the ends hardening into what looked like sharp little claws! And as his pants kept sliding down another pair of forming nubs were revealed! He bucked and heaved a little, and his boots slid off the ends of his legs taking his socks with them, revealing blunt featureless stubs; no sign of his toes or feet remaining.

"Uhhh, pffftttt!! Uggg!" He moaned, thick goo spurting from his slack mouth as he helplessly drooled. "Urggg, slrrpp! Uh, uh...nuuhhhh!"

Tit watched intently; she'd heard about, knew she and each of her sisters had the ability to cast such a spell once, but she'd never seen it done before. It was horribly fascinating, to watch one thing becoming another.

This can't be happening; Jerome thought, as he watched his pants and socks finish sliding off, his body now a short thick rubbery looking tube from the waist down, several sets of small stubby looking claws waving mindlessly. The grey underside faded into a dark greenish purple on top, regular reddish tinted splotches running down the sides. He desperately tried to stand up, to move his legs, and the...tail wriggled and squirmed a little bit, and he could still feel his legs inside the shroud of heavy flesh. Some movement was returning, but it was sporadic and he had little real control. But now the changes were moving up his body, small bumps moving under his shirt as more claws formed. He tried to move his arms, to reach down and try and tear the horrible pulsing flesh off himself, but his arms just flopped bonelessly. And in horror he realized just how boneless they really were as they began to shorten and draw up into his body! He tried to scream again, and felt something move in his mouth that wasn't his tongue! Looking down he gave another gurgle of horror as two sharp points began to push out of his mouth.

"Umffff, ulllgggg!! Glurk, glug, clic-clic...slurrrppp!" No matter how hard he tried he couldn't scream, or call for help, only make gurgling and sucking sounds.

As he watched the large pincher like mandibles pushed out and set into place, making clacking-chittering sounds as his lips grew hard around his new mouth, mucus dripping from the razor sharp appendages as his arms shrank to mere nubs. He could feel his face softening, beginning to bulge out into a blunt muzzle, and something was happening to his eyes! His vision was fading, becoming washed out and gray tinted until he could see little more than tones of dark and light, with no real focus; and he gurgled as he felt two points of pressure form above his 'eyes', and push out as two frilly frond like antennae began forming. More movement was returning now as the tingling and numbness began to fade, and he begin to squirm and wiggle as he began to...shrink, his horrible new 'face' slipping inside his shirt. What's happening to meeeee!?! He wailed in his mind as he struggled to fight his way free of the thick shroud of soft rubbery flesh encasing his body like a wet sleeping bag. But any feeling of arms and legs was gone now, and he could feel a fog settling over his mind, his terrified thoughts becoming cottony and confused. Some of the fear was fading as well, but he still knew something was horribly wrong. Desperately he squirmed and thrashed as he kept growing steadily smaller.

Tit waited until it was over, then flew down to the large heap of clothes, and helped free the small lump wriggling inside. As she pulled the heavy shirt from its body the large caterpillar instinctively curled protectively, and she paused to look at the creature. It was larger than she was, well over a foot long. The thick tough rubbery skin was mottled dark green on top with red spots down the sides, the thick body tapering towards the blunt tail. The 'beak' was a glistening black color, the eye patches blank and staring and she knew it was almost totally blind. It could sense light and dark, but little else. Crouching next to the terrified thing she gently stroked its slick smooth flesh, humming softly. Slowly it began to uncurl, lifting its head and questing about blindly, antennae waving.

Jerome tried to make some sense out of what was going on, what had happened to him. His mind was confused, but he still remembered who he was. But there were new thoughts and feelings too, strange disturbing ones. He tried to move; but it was hard, he was pinned under something soft, but very heavy. But as he struggled to get out from under it was suddenly pulled away, and as the light hit him he curled protectively, frightened by the sudden brightness. But as he lay there he felt something touch him, stroke and caress his hideous new body, and detected a soothing vibration, not yet realizing he was deaf for all practical purposes. As the comforting touches continued he slowly straightened out, and tried to stand up; the upper portion of his body weaving unsteadily as small stubby 'legs' waved frantically. What the FUCK am I; he wondered? Some kind of ...of bug?? He could sense the presence of something now too as he began to utilize his new senses, the scent telling him it was not to be feared. Then it suddenly occurred to him that what was touching him was the naked flying lady!! She had done this to him!! What would she do now!!? Though his instincts told him she meant him no more harm, he still turned and tried to run away, but his body felt so strange! With slow rippling motions he started using his tiny clawed 'feet' to crawl away from the perceived menace.

Tit sensed the caterpillars fear, and watched as it began to hump its way away from her in a slow steady flowing motion. She didn't blame it, she could sense its fear and confusion, and was beginning to wish she'd held her temper and found some other way to get rid of the human. But of course, the thing that was now slowly crawling up the trunk of a small tree was no longer human, not even remotely. The change was total, but she knew most of the humans mind would remain intact. That was something that couldn't be entirely changed without destroying the 'individual', which was forbidden. But it would have to learn what it had become, there was no going back. That particular spell was quite permanent.

Jerome inched across the ground at a steady pace, trying to coordinate his multiple new pairs of 'legs'. But they really felt more like, well, little stilts. But once he got the hang of it he could move at a fairly good pace, or what seemed like one. He'd grip with some of them, hunch up his body, then straighten out and do it over again. Suddenly; sensing a towering form in front of him, he kept going without even really thinking about it, flowing onto; and up, the tree trunk, his small clawed appendages easily finding grips on the rough bark. Reaching a branch he kept going, now realizing he was seeking something. He was hungry, and he could smell...food.

Tit sat on a branch down from the caterpillar, watching as it slowly devoured a fresh green leaf, its razor sharp mandibles cutting the thick nutrient rich cellulose into bite sized bits before feeding them into a churning maw to reduce them to easier to digest paste. Its body pulsed as it steadily fed; eating almost nonstop, and already she could tell it was larger. Soon it would be night, and she would help it find shelter later when it had temporarily satisfied its voracious appetite. Her presence would also keep any possible predators away as it was vulnerable, but due its size only a rather large one would be of any danger. Her main fear was cats, they would eat anything!

Jerome ate, but no matter how much he stuffed into his mouth he was still hungry! He had a pretty good idea of what he was eating, but despite being tough and requiring quite a bit of chewing it was sweet and succulent, delicious. He could sense the flying woman thing nearby, but since it wasn't bothering him he kept eating, ravenous. All that really mattered was eating! He just couldn't get enough! Finishing one leaf, he quickly moved to another. God, he was so hungry!

As the night began to grow cooler Tit knew the caterpillar would be driven to find a good safe and sheltered resting place until the air grew warm again. She was unsure if it would know what to do seeing at its mind was more human then caterpillar, and when it seemed to lose interest in the leaves and started wandering up and down the branch she finally decided to help it. By gently pushing on one side of its 'head' she began to 'herd' it towards a safe place to sleep, an abandoned squirrels nest in a hole high up on the tree. As it reached the hole the caterpillar waved its head around a little uncertainly, but when she gave it a gentle push on its rear it disappeared into the darkness. After hesitating a minute, she followed. It wasn't as nice as her nest, and still smelled of the previous occupant, but she knew the new caterpillar might become frightened during the night, and might try to leave the nest and hurt itself or get lost. One thing was sure; she had to keep track of it, and it couldn't be allowed to leave the garden. That would be a disaster! As it curled up to sleep on a pile of soft shed fur and well chewed debris she gently stroked its sides until it became still, then lay down next to it. Its large body was warm and soft, and she soon fell asleep.

Jerome felt himself becoming sluggish as it got colder, and his sense of light began fading into dark. Unsure what to do he wandered around a little bit; damn it he wished he could see properly! Suddenly the constantly sensed presence came closer, and he froze at first as he felt a gentle push on one side of his head. When it was repeated he moved in that direction, but at first more to get away from the unnerving touch than any other reason. He didn't like being touched by something he couldn't even see! But he quickly realized he was being guided, led. He thought about ignoring the 'directions', but decided that if the flying crazy lady had meant to hurt him she'd have done already. But what could be worse than being turned into a big ugly worm anyway? In the morning he'd have to try and find help! But how, he had no idea. But he knew one thing; he did NOT want to spend the rest of his live as a nearly blind worm thingy! It sucked! After awhile he suddenly sensed an opening in the tree trunk, and used his senses to 'feel' it, carefully waving his sensitive antennae around. It was a cave like place of some kind, and was warmer inside then out, so finally he crawled inside. Finding a soft place he quickly curled up and started to go to sleep; he was full, and felt bloated and was also exhausted. But as he started to doze off he suddenly felt something snuggle up next to him, and froze uncertainly. As that something; a nice warm something, became still he felt the 'feel' of its body change as his sensitive antennae brushed lightly over it, and realized it was asleep. Then, too exhausted to remain awake, he curled his antennae and fell asleep as well. His sleep was deep, restful, and filled with strange; but not scary, dreams.

Tit kept an eye on the busily feeding caterpillar over the next several days as it ventured forth as soon as it was warm enough. She 'herded' it to more remote parts of the garden; keeping it fairly high up, as after a couple of days quite a few more humans arrived and spent a lot of time exploring the old house and its grounds. Fortunately they made no move to spray more poison or destroy any plants, and if any noticed the rather large caterpillar feeding overhead they gave no indication of it, and the caterpillar gave no indication it even knew the humans were there. They even removed the pile of clothing and tank of smelly liquid that had been slowly leaking out of it and burning a patch of grass inside the fairy ring. Then it became quiet again as the humans left. At the end of each day the caterpillar found its way back to its nest unaided, and she would curl up and sleep next to it. It was growing noticeably larger every day, but she was expecting that. It seemed to have gotten used to; and accepted, her presence as well, which was good. The days and nights were pretty much uneventful, but once she had to shoo away a curious Bluejay that seemed fascinated by the; to it, huge caterpillar.

Jerome settled down to a routine of eating and sleeping. As soon as he woke up only one thing was on his mind, to try and satisfy his voracious hunger. He was used to the 'presence' guiding him to more delectable plants to eat, and as soon as he reached them he would settle down to stuffing himself, pretty much ignoring everything else. He had no choice; the instinct and need to eat was overwhelming, it was all he could do. And when the light failed and it began to get cooler he would wearily make his way back to the warm sleeping spot, exhausted and so sleepy he could hardly move. A few times he almost fell asleep somewhere else, but some gentle pokes in the rear would keep him moving until he reached the nest. But tonight as he slowly made his way back to the nice warm hole in the tree he could telll something was...different. As usual he was sleepy, but there was something else this time, an itching urgency he couldn't shake off. He fell asleep almost instantly, curling up tightly; and slipped into a deep sleep, the unseen warm presence comforting as it stroked his side.

Tit had been expecting this, and watched in fascination. As soon as the caterpillar had gone to sleep that evening something began to happen. Even though it was obviously asleep; she could sense its mind was deeply unaware, it begin to spin a kind of cocoon as wispy strings of cottony web like fluff was excreted from both ends, and at the same time its slick smooth skin began to excrete a thick mucus like substance that the web soaked up like a sponge. In a short time the still moving body of the caterpillar was almost invisible inside a thick gooey shroud of gently pulsing mucus that was slowly thickening and hardening. After several hours all movement ceased, and the mucus took on a hard shiny texture, some strands of web helping to anchor the large oblong cocoon so it wouldn't roll around or get knocked loose. It was a pearly white color with some hints of other colors almost like mother of pearl, and Tit ran her hands gently across the smooth surface and she could feel the slow heartbeat inside. Resting her head on the shiny cocoon, she started to sing quietly.

For almost thirty days Tit kept watch on the cocoon, staying at; or near, the nest during the day, curling up next to it at night. She would often stroke and caress the cocoon, singing quietly to let it know she was there. That was necessary to help the being sleeping inside to imprint on her aura, plus she needed to guard the vulnerable cocoon as it was totally helpless at this stage. It didn't do anything for quite awhile, but the last few days there had been occasional movement inside, and since morning she'd heard some faint scratching/scraping sounds, the cocoon rocking a little every now and then. But when night fell and it got cool the movement stopped, and she curled up next to it agai; singing for awhile, and eventually fell asleep. But early the next morning she was awoken fairly suddenly when the cocoon suddenly gave a shake, then began rocking almost constantly, the scratching sounds growing louder and more urgent. A couple of hours later she gave a little squeal; and held her breath, as a crack suddenly appeared. For a minute there was silence and the movement ceased, then came the cocoon started to shake again and the crack widened and spread...and something started to push its way out.

Jerome had been trying to wake up for what felt like forever. He was starting to panic a little as he seemed to be bound or encased in a warm tight container of some kind full of slimy feeling goo. And how could he breathe?? There was no airflow that he could feel, but he was definitely breathing, somehow. He'd come partially awake, squirm and wriggle helplessly for awhile, then; exhausted, fall back asleep. But now he was finally awake; for real, and he was...excited. He had arms and legs again, he could feel them!! And he wanted OUT of whatever he was confined in. But it was hard, there seemed to be no openings of any kind, and the way he was curled up it was kind of hard to get any real leverage as his struggles increased. Finally he just pushed his face against the surface, which was soft on the inside, but got harder towards the outside. But as he pushed he could feel it give a little, then a little more! Yes! Gathering all his strength he pushed again; and a crack formed, light showing! It wasn't totally dark in the container as a dim glow came through, but this was real light. Another hard push and he forced his nose through the crack; and gasping opened his mouth for a breath of fresh air, immediately retching and gagging as he spit up some nasty looking gooey crap. But once he had that stuff out of his mouth and throat he sucked in delicious lungfuls of cool air. He pushed again; his head all the way through now, then after several more lunges his shoulders slid through, and he was able to drag the rest of himself through the now much larger hole using his hands and kicking with his legs. Then as he slid free he collapsed, breathing heavily. Man, was he tired! He looked around dazedly, where the fuck was he, anyway?? It looked like a furry cave or something. And; yeeech, he was covered in goo that looked like snot!

Tit had watched from the entrance to the nest as the cocoon hatched, a slow flow of thick gooey fluid oozing from the growing crack; and later hole, as the occupant dragged itself free of its prison. It had a thick layer of the slimy 'afterbirth' all over it, and other then it having the expected arms and legs she couldn't tell much. It was pretty gross really, but the slime was already drying and turning brittle as the newly hatched creature rested, its sides rising and falling as it gasped and breathed. Tit wanted to go to it, but knew it would be confused and bewildered, and could be dangerous until it got its bearings and adjusted to its new form.

Jerome hacked up some more goo, licking his rather long and sharp feeling teeth in disgust. Yuck, nasty stuff! Using his hands he wiped the worst of the goo off his face, and opening his eyes completely for the first time he raised his head and looked around. It was dim in the nest, and he looked at the brighter opening and froze when he saw the crazy naked flying lady sitting there. NOW what she done to him??? He gave an uncertain hiss (?), and keeping one eye on her; in case she started trying to zap him again, he looked at himself in growing confusion and alarm. His gaze showed him a fairly long body, but not very bulky as it seemed to be just as much neck and tail as anything. And what was he now, a lizard?? But what kind of lizards had wings, if that's what those things on his back were. At least he thought they were, though for now they were just sodden looking rolls of skin caked in drying snot. With a hiss of distaste he turned his long neck and began using his hands; with long nasty sharp claws, and his equally long and nasty fangs, to rip and scrape the now mostly dry and flaky mucus off his body, revealing more of a definitely reptilian form. Hissing in growing confusion he licked his long tongue over the dried and flaky goo to help clean himself off, big chunks breaking off revealing still more scales!

Tit watched intently as the Dragon kept diligently and single-mindedly working to clean itself off, it wings slowly forming, long tail lashing slowly. It was son intent on its grooming it didn't even seem to realize it had an observer. Of if it did, it didn't care. She held her breath, watching in awe as more and more of its body was revealed.

Jerome worked feverishly to get the remnants of the nasty goo like crap off his strange new body. He clawed and tore at it, pulling off patches and revealing more and more scales and other reptilian like features. At some point he turned his main attentions to the lumps on his back as they began to tingle, and he could see them pulsing as they swelled and unfolded. The feeling was like an arm had gone to sleep, and was waking up, the tingling both painful and itchy, and he nibbled and licked them to help speed up the process, and soon found he had control over them. Then when he sensed they were almost through forming, he spread them and looked at them in amazement. Are those really mine; he thought?? They were almost larger then the rest of him, the edges touching the large nests walls, and though the main framework was like a bats; complete with a claw at the main 'finger' joint, the skin between the bones looked shiny and more insect like and he could almost see through them. But the thin translucent material was soft and flexible, and before he even realized what he was doing he gave a screech of joy, and leaped into the air. I can FLY!! It never occurred to him how he knew how to, but he did, and he instinctively flew out the opening to the nest, the bright light beckoning. He didn't even notice the winged woman as she went somersaulting with a thin squeal of surprise. I CAN FLY!!!!

Tit clapped her hands and buzzed her wings in delight as the newly hatched Fairy Dragon cleaned himself, his multi-colored iridescent scales starting to show, and his wings were starting to unfold and take form as he licked and nibbled at them, driven by instinct to stimulate the flow of blood to the thin almost fragile looking gossamer wings. Then when he finished he spread his wings for the first time, their large span almost filling the nest, and he gave a little screeching roar. Then Tit gave a startled squeal and fell out of the nest backwards as the Dragon suddenly gave a powerful leap, and flew past her and into the daylight, a lash from his tail sending her tumbling through the air. By the time she recovered; swooping to land on a lower branch, there was no sign of the Dragon! With an angry hiss of her own she went to look for the naughty thing.

Tit dived and swooped through the garden, keeping to the higher branches as she knew the Dragon would be most likely to be up there somewhere. But where WAS he? He'd only had a few seconds head start on her, so where could he be?? Frantically she looked around, if he got away it would be a...a disaster!!! She couldn't let him be seen, had to explain things to him!! Oh, drat!

Oh man, this is great!! Jerome thought; as he nimbly flew through the thick foliage, easily avoiding running into anything. He looked behind himself as he reached a larger open area, and saw his brilliantly colored body in its entirety for the first time, long tail with a barb on the tip trailing behind him, his hind legs tucked like a birds. His scales flashed in the dappled lighting, the color mainly a dark blue but with rippling iridescent streaks every color of the rainbow, a finned ridge running down his neck to the tip of his tail. He beat his wings easily; effortlessly, large hook like claws on the main joints flexing. I'm...I'm beautiful; he realized in shocked delight. This was SO much better then that crawling sluglike thing he'd been for so long. He did a barrel roll, giving a shriek of pleasure, this is SO much better!! Breaking free of the trees he looked down his long scaly snout at the large mansion below him, and realized just how high up he was. With a hiss he folded his wings and dropped towards the roof. He needed to find someplace good to perch, and try and work out what had happened to him.

There! Tit turned and flew towards the sound of the screech, her sharp hearing telling her exactly where it had come from. Only one creature made an almost supersonic call like that! She'd found him! As she flew into the open she looked around with eyes as sharp as any hawks; and yes, there he was, perched on a chimney!

Jerome landed with a dainty hop, and perched on the top of a large old chimney. He looked into its dark depths and hissed, surprised he could see down into it easily despite the contrast between the dark interior and the bright sunlight. He started taking a closer look at himself, partially opening his wings to marvel at their seeming fragileness, the shifting rainbow like color patterns on the thin material almost mesmerizing. He almost crossed his eyes trying to look at his long weird tongue as he stuck it out. It had been flicking out all by itself every so often, but now he tried to keep it out. He could tell it was forked, and it came out of a tube in the bottom of his mouth like a snakes, but there was something odd about it as well, despite the fact he could smell with it. It had showered earlier, and there was a small puddle of clear rain water caught in a low spot, and realizing he was thirsty he tried to lap up some of it, and realized what had been weird about his tongue as it began sucking the water up like a straw! It was hollow! The water was delicious, so despite his surprise he kept drinking eagerly, his throat pulsing as he daintily swallowed. Suddenly a shadow moved over him, and he crouched instinctively and looked up with a loud hiss, mouth open showing threatening fangs, and seeing the naked flying lady diving towards him he gave a loud angry hiss, and crawled into the chimney and was gone in seconds with a flick of his tail.

Tit circled for a little while watching as the Dragon examined himself; then he found a small puddle of fresh water and began drinking. She misjudged the angle of the sun, and as she swept down to land her shadow startled him, and with a hiss he disappeared down the chimney. Oh, oh drat; the thought!

Jerome quickly found out that though his claws were quite sharp he couldn't get a good grip on the sides of the chimney due to years of soot build-up; plus is was greasy as well as this particular chimney led to the kitchen, and with a squeal he lost his grip and tumbled down the narrow chimney until he emerged over an old grill and landed in a cloud of soot. Quickly scrambling to his feet he waited until the cloud of black dust had dispersed, and then looked around. Hacking up a puff of soot he tried to clean himself as he was totally covered in a layer of the greasy black gunk, but about all he could do was smear it around and make it even worse. Giving up on that he flew over to a table in the center of the kitchen, and sat there wondering about what he should do next, amazed at how big everything looked.

Drat, drat, DRAT! Tit thought; stupid Dragon! No way she was going down the chimney, she'd done that once and learned the hard was it was not a good way to enter a human's dwelling, especially if the fire was lit. So she flew to a window in the attic that had a pane with one corner broken out, moved the piece of glass, and slipped inside. Now to find a certain naughty Dragon.

Jerome decided to try and turn on the kitchen faucet in order to try and get the nasty black mess off his lovely new scales. He didn't realize it yet, but being what he was now he was instinctively extremely vain and picky about his appearance; and being covered in nasty crap was driving him crazy. Plus licking the mess off was a no-wayer, it tasted like rancid bacon. Using his small dainty looking; but extremely strong, clawed hands he managed to turn one of the faucet handles. Not realizing the water had been turned off for several months he was rewarded with a blast of stinking air and thick green/brown gooey sludge that splattered all over his already filthy body, and with a shriek of rage he took off and flew around the kitchen roaring in anger.

Ah-HA! Tit thought as she heard the shrieks coming from the first floor, he's in the kitchen! And what was that loud banging/booming sound? Slipping through a crack around the pull-down stairs to the attic she flew down the stairs towards the sounds of carnage.

Jerome finally landed and perched on a large rack of hanging kitchen utensils, knocking a couple of large pans off in the process, and their clatter as they fell added to the loud banging noises coming from the plumbing as it voided air pressure and what was left of the water in the old pipes. It was fairly spectacular, the blast of sludge hitting the bottom of the sink and splattering everywhere in a geyser of nasty slimy goo. Jerome watched this from his safe perch, impressed. He was so intent on watching the display of hydraulics gone wrong that he didn't notice the naked flying lady at first as she flew into the kitchen.

What in the...? Tit thought as she entered the kitchen. There was a column of smelly brown water splattering most of the kitchen as it erupted from the sink; and no sign of the Dragon at first. She hoped he hadn't flown back up the chimney! Then she saw him, he was perched on an old hanging rack; which was swinging slowly back and forth, and he was completely black! And dripping! The only part not totally covered was his bright gemlike eyes.

"You, behave yourself!" Tit yelled, dodging pulsing streams of brown water.

Jerome heard the high pitched call, and seeing the flying woman he gave a loud hiss, and took flight; slinging gooey strands and drops of wet greasy brown sooty water everywhere. Flying into a hanging frying pan he knocked himself silly, and fell to the floor with a soggy splat. But being a tough little beasts he quickly recovered, and seeing a nearby opening in the wall he ran into it and the hoped for safety it promised, and as he did he knocked loose the catch holding the old heating duct grill open, and it closed after him with a hollow boom. Due to his combination of being dazed, frightened, and scared by the loud noise he kept going, flat out.

Doubt drat! Tit thought as she swooped down to the heavy grill. She tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge, jammed tight. And the grillwork was too small for her to squeeze through. She could see perfectly well despite the dark, and a short distance in the duct work branched, and though she could hear the Dragon scampering through the system she had no idea which way he'd gone! Stupid lizard! NOW where was he!? And the kitchen was a shambles!

Jerome ran through the maze of ducts in an almost total panic. The old ducts were thick with accumulated dust and other debris, and he was soon coated in a thick layer of fuzz, hair, lint, and the occasional leaf or twig. To makes matters worse he ran right into a nest of rather surprised; and quickly pissed off, rats that had set up house in the nice warm custom built warren of tunnels. They evicted him with rather rude squeaks and chased him down the tunnels for awhile, nipping at his tail. Jerome, already freaking out, really went schizoid at this point, and ran careening through the seemingly endless maze of tunnels until he reached a vertical shaft; and fell into it, ending up in the old furnace in the basement, which fortunately hadn't been used in years ever since the mansion had had central air & heat installed. Landing in a pile of old ashes; which cushioned his tumble, he quickly recovered and dug his way out, only to find he was imprisoned as there was no way he could open the heavy door which was latched from the outside. The only other exit was the small opening he'd fallen through, and there was no way he could fly back up it. He was stuck. Sitting down in the ashes; now even filthier then before, he started wailing. Being a small flying lizard SUCKED! He wanted to go home!

Tit flew from room to room trying to track the Dragon as he ran through the ducts. She could hear him, but the problem was the ducts echoed; and either magnified or deadened the sounds, and she had no idea where he really was. She thought about going in after him, but it would be hard to fly in the rather narrow ducts, and she didn't want to be grounded in there. Suddenly he ran past the grill she was looking through; or at least she thought the fuzzy grey thing was the Dragon, with several large rats in close pursuit. Oh, triple DRAT; she thought, trying to open the grill, but the heavy old wrought iron was too heavy for her. Finally she gave up, and as she flew to another grill she heard a loud squeal that faded rapidly, then a dull thud from somewhere down below. A short time later a high pitched wailing sound started. He's in the basement, she realized, and darted to the old laundry chute which was the most direct route.

Jerome stopped wailing when he realized something was on the other side of the door to the old furnace, he could see it moving around through the thick glass of the viewing port in the heavy iron door. Unsure, he backed away at first as the door slowly began to open, screeching rustily. Was it the large vicious monsters that had attacked and chased him earlier?? Then he heard a female voice say,

"Well, are you going to come out, or not?" Then after a pause. "I think the rats are still looking for you, you know."

Rats? Thought Jerome; then he realized, that's what the monsters had been! Giant rat monsters! With a squeal he climbed out of the furnace, and dropped to the floor. There was no way he could fly, his wings were too heavily caked with a buildup of crude. He felt absolutely horrible, and looked, pitiful. Sitting down he gave a wail of distress.

Tit giggled; she couldn't help it, the Dragon looked like a big fuzzy ball of nasty gunk, fuzz, dust, twigs, and leaves stuck to an under layer of sticky black soot. He looked absolutely pitiful. Then she felt awful when he sat down and started to cry.

"I want to go home!" Jerome wailed, "This is the worst nightmare I've ever had!" It was nice to be able to fly, but the rest really sucked!

Carefully Tit wiped the worst of the gunk off his snout and made sure his eyes were clear, getting herself rather dirty in the process. The stuff was really nasty. She'd need a lot more than just her hands to get him cleaned up and decent again. Flying over to the old laundry hamper she was pleased to find some old clothes in the bottom, and tearing a white cotton shirt up she returned and started to wipe him off, the Dragon watching unsurely and squirming a lot.

"W-Who are you?" Jerome finally asked; relieved he could talk again, and then added "What are you?? For that matter, WHAT am I? This is the weirdest dream I've ever had!"

"Hold still!" Tit said as the Dragon fidgeted, "And I'm not a 'what', I'm a Fairy. And it's not a dream; you really are a Fairy Dragon. Now hold STILL!"

"Hmphisss!" Jerome hissed, "You might be a lesbian, but I'M not Gay! And this had got to be a dream, no such thing as Fairies! Maybe that weird bug stung me, and I'm having an allergic reaction; yeah, that must be it! What a bad trip!"

Tit gave the Dragons a hard pinch inside one of its sensitive nostril openings, and when it gave a loud squeal, she said, "There, still think it's a dream? And I'm not very gay right now; I'm upset with you, you've been very bad!"

"That hurt! You're mean!" Jerome said, "I want to go home! I don't WANT to be a Gay Dragon!" Then he started wailing again, head drooping.

"I'm sorry," Tit said, giving the sad; and disgustingly filthy, Dragon a hug around his neck. Gross. "You just need to realize this is real, this is what you are now. We're both Fairies. I'm a Woods; or Green, Fairy, and you're a Fairy Dragon."

"B-But how?!" Jerome wailed, "I'm a man, not a flying lizard! This is impossible!" But he liked the way the naked flying woman was hugging him, she was really stacked. Too bad she wasn't a lady lizard.

"Magic." Tit said, "I'm afraid I was bad, you made me really mad and I cast a spell on you; one I'm not supposed to use. I-I'm sorry."

"Then change me back!" Jerome hissed, "Cast another spell on me, or something! I have a job I need to get back too, and I have a date on Saturday! I won't tell anyone, no one would believe me anyway!"

"Look," Tit said, "It's been almost two months since I changed you, and you can never go back, the spell only works once; and one way. I...I shouldn't have done it, but it can't be undone."

"But WHY?" Jerome wailed; no way it seemed like that long, but he was starting to realize this really wasn't a dream, and he was stuck like this now for good, no matter what. "This is...is horrible!"

"You were attacking my home, my circle." Tit said, "The garden was my home, my circle is there. If it's destroyed, I'd...die. I-I, panicked, and did the only thing I could think of when I couldn't scare you off."

It was Jerome's turn to feel a little guilty, and he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I was just hired to get the old place ready to sale. The new owners wanted the yard cleared so it would look nicer. Was that crazy old lady that lived here a witch or something? Did she summon you, or something?"

"I still shouldn't have cast the transformation spell on you." Tit said, "And no, Old Dorothy was not a witch, she was nice old lady who liked nature. She had a trace of the old powers, so I showed myself to her. And you summon demons; not Fairies, I was here long before the house was even built!"

"What will you do when they come back?" Jerome asked, "Turn them all into whatever I am now?"

"Like I said, you're a Fairy Dragon." Tit said, "And do you really think they'll come back again, after what happened?"

"Do they know what happened to me?" Jerome asked, maybe just a little hopefully. "And I thought Dragons were great big fire breathing monsters that ran off with bimbos, stole gold, and tore up everything."

"No," Tit said, "Only that you disappeared. I didn't let them see you like you were in the first stage. And all they would have seen was a large pretty caterpillar anyway. And I can't change anyone else, it's a onetime spell. And all the old big Dragons left this world long ago. And what's a 'bimbo'?"

"Er, a bimbo is a chick who's easy, you know, dresses like a slut and likes to be picked up and go partying." Jerome said, "And can I breathe fire? That would be cool."

"Well, I know what a slut is." Tit said, "But most Dragons I knew had better taste then that. And no, you can't breathe fire yet; you're just a hatchling, a baby."

"I am not a baby!" Jerome hissed, "I'm twenty four!"

"Oh, believe me, you're just a baby." Tit said, "By Fairy standards at least."

"Oh, uh-huh, and how old are you?" Jerome hissed, "About eighteen?"

Tit giggled, and replied, "Why, thank you! But seriously, I'm about eight hundred years old, so far as human years go, but I'm still young by Fairy standards."

"Holy crap!" Jerome said, mouth dropping open in amazement.

"Watch your language!" Tit scolded.

"Does that mean; like, you'll live forever??" Jerome asked, "WE'LL live forever?"

"Oh no, nothing lives forever!" Tit said, "Not even Fairies, though we are much longer lived then humans and most other animals, Dragon's being one of the exceptions. But if my circle is destroyed, I'll die."

"Well, we'll have to move it or something." Jerome said, "I...I don't want you to die."

"Thank you," Tit said, wiping a little more crud off the Dragons snout, "But you don't understand, you'll die too. You're linked to the circle too; we get our power, or life force, through it from our own world. Cut that off, and 'poof'."

"Poof?" Jerome hissed in dismay. That didn't sound good!

Tit nodded her head, and said, "Poof."

"But I'm not from your world!" Jerome said.

"You are now." Tit said, "You're as much a Fairy as I am."

"Oh, shit!" Jerome said.

"Language!" Tit said, "Fairies to not like foul mouths, we're a polite folk!"

"I don't give a rat's ass!" Jerome said, "This is bullshit, it sucks! First you turn me into a big worm, then a Dragon; and not even a proper big one, then tell me I'm going to die! What the Hell do you expect me to say!? I am NOT happy, you know!"

Tit stroked the upset Dragons snout again, and said, "I'm sorry, I realize it will take some getting used to. But you should be happy, Fairies are supposed to be happy. It's a wonderful life, it really is. We spend most of our time just playing and having a good time, or doing other, um, things."

"Then why aren't YOU happy?" Jerome asked, with a sniff, a large drop of black goo dripping off his snout.

Tit sat down on the dirty floor and started crying; much to the Dragons consternation, wiping her eyes and smearing gray and black goo over her face in the process. "Because I'm the last one, and I've been so lonely! Old Dorothy was good company, but humans just live such short lives! I want to go home!"

Jerome felt like a real dick, here he'd gone and made the pretty naked flying woman cry! Good going, Godzilla; he thought. Lowering his head he licked her hands and face, and said, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you. But I don't understand, you said this WAS your home? That you'll die if they destroy the garden."

"No, you don't understand!" Tit said, "My original home is in Mag Mell, my people are the Tuatha de Danaan. My home, our home, is there, not in the human realm!"

"Well, what are you doing in the USA, then?" Jerome asked, totally confused. "I mean, I thought you guys were all Irish or something. Are you like, an illegal alien, or something?"

"We're explorers, we like to move between the veils and explore other realms and lands." Tit said; she had no idea what an 'illegal alien' was, "We used to do it a lot more, and sometimes lived with humans in harmony, but there are too many of them now. Their lack of belief in the powers makes it hard for many of them to even see us; disbelief can be a powerful force. When my circle decided to leave and go home for good I was left behind by accident. I can't open the portal by myself, I'm not strong enough."

"Oookay," Jerome said, "kind of like a fourth dimension I would guess. But where is this portal you're talking about? How do you open it?"

"It's the Fairy Ring, the inside of the mushroom ring where you changed." Tit said, "I had to drive you there, otherwise the change wouldn't have worked right and you would have ended up as a...a monster, part human, part caterpillar. I have to invoke the powers to open the way; but I can't, one Fairy isn't powerful enough."

Ewww, Jerome thought with a shake of his head, half man-half caterpillar! Gross! "Well," he said, "Can we move the circle? I mean, dig up the mushrooms and plant them somewhere else, somewhere safe?"

"No," Tit said sadly, "If the clan were here we could move some spores from the mushrooms on the night of a full moon to start a new circle, but again, I can't do it on my own. As long as I'm here the circle remains healthy and the magic flows through to me, but I can't harness enough to open the way back. I've been stuck here all alone for over a hundred and fifty years."

"Man, that sucks." Jerome hissed softly.

"I'm not sure what that means," Tit said, "but if it means what I think it does, then I agree, it sucks. Now, enough moping, you're still filthy; we both are, time for a bath!"

At the thought of a bath Jerome perked up. He hated being nasty, and no matter how he tried he just couldn't scrape off all of the nasty gunk he was covered with, it was driving him crazy. The Fairy had wiped quite a bit off of him, but he still looked like he'd just crawled out of a spittoon, and so did she now. So, yes, a bath sounded quite lovely.

"Sounds like a good idea to me!" Jerome hissed happily. Then asked, "Um, by the way, what's your name? My name is Jerome."

"Oh, goodness!" Tit said, "That would help, wouldn't it? My name is Tit, nice to meet you Jerome. Er, are you all right?"

Jerome had rolled over onto his side and was shrieking with laughter, much to Tit's consternation. She was worried he might have finally lost it, and gone whacko. That happened to changelings sometimes. And what would she do with a crazy Dragon?

"Oh, ah, hiss-is-isssss!" Jerome squealed, "You've GOT to be kidding!! Is your name really Titties?"

"No, just Tit," Tit said; confused and feeling a little hurt, why was her name so funny?

"Oh, and you have very nice ones, too!" Jerome hissed, and then went into another fit of amused hissing, snorting, and kicking his hind legs in the air as his tail whipped back and forth.

"I fail to see," Tit said frostily, "what is SO funny about my name!?"

"You mean, you really don't know?" Jerome asked, calming down enough to at least be coherent.

"I assure you, I don't!" Tit said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jerome said, "It's just that, well, that's what they call women's breasts now, tits."

Tit felt herself flushing at her cheeks turned red, "You're kidding!?" She squeaked in horror.

"Nope, sorry." Jerome said, "Tit, tits, titties, boobs, bazonga's, hooters, etc. Tit! Hiss-hiss- snork-hissss! Ssssss!"

"Well, my name was Tit for a long time before some buffoons decided to give that name to female mammaries!" Tit said, enraged. "Why do they call them that, anyway?"

Jerome raised his head, confused. "You know, I have no idea!" He hissed, "But that's what they call them now."

"Well, I think its STUPID!" Tit pouted, then she said, "Come on you, time for a bath, we both look like something a cat dragged in!"

Or a rat, Jerome thought; but he agreed 100%. "No argument there! But the water doesn't work; all that comes out of the faucet is mud and slime."

"We'll use a birdbath I know about," Tit said, "The water will be warm from the sun this time of the day, and it's in an overgrown area, so no one should see us."

"How do we get out of here?" Jerome asked, looking around at the; to him, huge and cavernous basement.

"Same way we got in, by flying." Tit replied, "Follow me!"

Jerome followed her with smooth flaps of his wings as she flew up to a windowsill at one of the small inset windows letting a little light into the basement. To his surprise one of the glass panes slid easily out of the way, and appeared to have been made that way. Tit slipped through easily, but he had to wiggle a little. Then as she slid the pane back into place, she said,

"Old Dorothy fixed this for me, so I could come and go easier. She fixed other windows as well. She was a nice woman, I really miss her. So do the plants."

Jerome gave a little snort, and said, "The plants miss her? Yeah, right!"

Tit sighed, and said, "You have so much to learn! All living things are aware to some degree, and while most plants are not sentient they ARE aware, and respond to the world around them. They can sense if someone cares for them, and they draw energy from that care and grow stronger and live longer. If they're used to it; and that care suddenly goes away, they suffer from a kind of grief. The plants are sad too, they miss her."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Jerome said as they flew through the woods. "I guess I never really thought about anything like that. I know my Mom can grow anything, no matter what she touches it always blooms. My Dad's always teasing her about having a green thumb."

"Then she has some of what we call the 'touch'." Tit said, "It used to be more common, but not many humans have it anymore. She might even be able to see us, if we wanted her too."

"Can we try?" Jerome asked, "I mean, see if she can see us?"

"No, it would be a bad idea." Tit said, "Especially if she realized who you are, and what's happened to you."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jerome said, "She'd really freak if she found out I'm a flying lizard right now. I'd get grounded for a year."

"That's horrible!" Tit said, "You mean she'd keep you in a cage for a year because of what I did, and not let you fly!"

"Er, not exactly." Jerome said, "but close enough."

"Ah, here we are!" Tit said, flying into a less overgrown area with a large old birdbath in the center. It had been raining the last few days, and the bath was full of fairly clear and clean water. It had three levels, and they landed on the rim of the top bowel. A couple of blackbirds splashing around in the lower bowel just ignored them. Tit flitted over to a flat spot in the center where some sort of decoration has used to be, and gestured for Jerome to join her.

Jerome hopped after her, and then he sat down and started scraping at himself, trying to get off the greasy soot.

"Here," Tit said, "let me help you with that. She'd brought some cleaner pieces of the old cotton shirt with her, and he stood patiently still while she wiped him off, then dipped and rinsed out the rags, before doing it again. "How did you get so dirty, so fast!" She scolded.

"Believe me," Jerome hissed, "it wasn't on purpose! You wouldn't believe how filthy those ducts were, they must not have been cleaned in a hundred years! And those mean old rats didn't help either! Nasty things! Ssssss!"

"They're perfectly nice," Tit said, "Once you get to know them. You just scared them, is all."

"I scared THEM?" Jerome said, "You could have fooled me! They chased me all over the place until I fell in the furnace. I think they wanted to eat me."

"Well, it's your own fault." Tit insisted, "You should have said something, introduced yourself."

"Yeah, right." Jerome said, "Say 'Hi' to a rat!"

"Why not?" Tit said.

"You're serious, aren't you?" Jerome said, lifting a wing as she wiped under it.

"Oh yes, we can talk to animals." Tit said, "It's not in English of course, but we can understand one another. When we're through here I'll introduce you to some of my friends."

"This just gets weirder and weirder." Jerome said quietly to himself; as she kept wiping him off. He was starting to look less and less like he'd washed up on shore after an oil spill.

Slowly, but surely, Tit was getting Jerome clean again. He greatly appreciated that, and was enjoying the lovely cleaning very much. But as she turned her attentions to his lower belly area he felt a new feeling; a very nice one, as she scrubbed around an almost invisible opening between his bands. With a soft hiss he snaked his head back and watched as she gently cleaned the sensitive area. Then to his horrified embarrassment something begin to poke through the opening and he felt a familiar feeling, he was getting a hard on! I was wondering where that was; he thought, as his penis began to slide out of his vent. But not right now!! But to his shocked surprise Tit didn't seem fazed by his obvious growing arousal at all, and taking a soft rag she daintily wiped some residue from around the base of his now fully engorged; and strange looking, member. It was a dark red color with a fine tracery of purple veins, the head pointed with a flared corona almost like an arrowhead, and the tapering shaft had a series of raised ridges at regular intervals down the length of it; and it was horribly sensitive, which he realized as she took it in her hands, and closed her lips around the head as she started licking and tonguing it! With a shrill hiss of pleasure he threw his head back, his whole body shuddering. Oh, oh, that felt sooo GOOD! I-Is this really happening!?!

But it most definitely was, and any more cleaning was quickly forgotten. Jerome lifted a rear leg to give her better access to his now throbbing and aching cock as she continued to orally pleasure him. He wasn't a virgin, but had never had a woman do this to him before, as man OR Dragon! He watched; almost disbelieving, as she slowly swallowed more and more of his strange new penis, breathing heavily and groaning in pleasure as his hardness slid down her throat and she tongued and sucked at it. And as she sucked she was gently squeezing the base of his shaft and rubbing the area just under it, and that felt wonderful too, and to his surprise a noticeable bulge was forming under the bands just below his vent. Unknown to him his internal testes were pumping cum into reservoirs in preparation for mating, and the feeling was almost like having a low level orgasm for several minutes, and he groaned in pleasure as the bulge swelled until it felt like it was going to burst. As the pleasure began to peak he gave a soft snarling hiss of pleasure, and realized he was about to cum! But suddenly she let his cock slide from her mouth, and stood up! Unable to stop himself he gave a loud hiss of disappointment, had she just been teasing him?? He'd never been so horny; to leave him like this would be torment!

Tit stood up, licking her lips, and said, "Mmm, your pre is so sweet! I'd forgotten what a Dragon's tastes like!" Then hearing his hiss of disappointment, she stroked his snout, and added, "Don't worry my lovely, I want you to cum inside of me for the first time, I want it to be special."

Not sure if he'd heard correctly, Jerome watched intently with his bright jewel like eyes as Tit moved around in front of him, and then dropped into a crouch resting on her hands and feet, her wings tightly folded. He knew what she wanted, and didn't need any more encouragement at this stage. He was ready to mate, his need intense!

With an eager hiss he lowered his head and sniffed at her rear, the scent of her ready sex sweet and spicy, the offer irresistible. He ran his long tongue over her nether lips, and then licked her sex slowly and deeply; relishing the taste, while she gave soft moans of pleasure. Then as an undeniable wave of lust washed over him he reared up and mounted her. It never occurred to him he might be too big until it was too late, but she took every inch of his large phallus after just a few powerful lunges as he hissed in pleasure, and when he finally slid all the way into her warm slick embrace and hilted he gave a screech of pure ecstasy. Then pinning her with his clawed hands on her shoulders he began to fuck her with slow powerful thrusts, trying to hold back despite his intense need and lust. She seemed so small and fragile next to his scales and claws, and he didn't want to hurt her. He needn't have worried.

Tit bit her lip as the Dragon mounted her, his large penis pushing past her quivering lips and deep into her body. It had been so long!! Oh, how she needed this! He gripped her to help steady and pin her, and then as soon as he'd hilted he began fucking her; surprisingly slowly seeing as to how intense his own lust must be, she could smell his need. Then it occurred to her, he's being as gentle as he can! It felt wonderful, but she needed more!!

"F-Faster my lovely, p-please!" Tit moaned.

With a happy hiss Jerome complied, his hindquarters pumping faster and faster as her cries of pleasure became louder. But he was close, so close!! He still didn't quite believe this was happening; it was the best sex he'd ever had, and on a first 'date' no less! But he managed to slow down a little; wanting to prolong the ecstasy as long as possible; but still reached his release much too soon, and as his internal cum reservoirs spasmed and strained as they pumped his cum down the length of his aching pulsing cock he gave a loud roar of pure euphoria, and Tit's own scream of ecstasy was just as loud.

Yes, Tit thought, groaning in pleasure as Jerome energetically serviced her, oh yessss!! The Dragon's hardness in her tight sex felt incredible, and she could feel his scalloped corona and every ridge on his shaft as it pistoned in her hot wet sensitive sex as her vaginal muscles clenched around it. She could feel his own pleasure as well, feel his heart beating through the shaft buried in her, feel his hot breath on the back of her head as he hissed and grunted from his efforts. Soon, she thought, he's going to cum soon! And as she felt his cock swell and throb as hot cum poured into her, an orgasm more intense then she was expecting exploded in her sex and she almost passed out, giving a wail of pure ecstasy. Oh, yessssss!

As the intense pleasure faded Jerome stopped thrusting; and licked the back of her head a little worriedly, that last cry she'd given had almost sounded as full of pain as pleasure. Had he been too rough?? As he licked her she raised her head, breathing heavily, and said,

"D-Don't stop, my lovely, please don't stop!"

With a happy hiss Jerome started thrusting again, delighted to find that despite his recent orgasm there was no post-coital soreness, and he remained rock hard, and the feeling as his reservoirs slowly refilled with a fresh load of cum was indescribable. He slid his hands under her and fondled and cupped her breasts as he thrust into her, licking the back of her neck, running her large rubbery nipples between his fingers as she squealed in pleasure. He started varying the speed of his thrusts, slowing down, then gradually increasing the speed and tempo, more in control this time as he let himself peak, then slowed down again to drag it out as long as possible, his whole body shuddering from the exquisite ecstasy as he denied himself his next climax for as long as possible. He closed his eyes, gasping, he couldn't hold back much longer!!

Tit smiled as the Dragon serviced her, his grunts and hisses of pleasure loud in her ears, mingling with her own sounds of pleasure. He didn't realize it, but this was the final imprinting between them. He was her Dragon now, and her lover as well, they were a mated pair. They needed the pleasure they shared; the ecstasy of two becoming one, and it would make then both stronger every time they joined. And it was oh so wonderful! He took his time; and she could hardly stand it the pleasure was so intense, rising and peaking in waves before fading just enough to keep her from reaching her release, a sweet loving torment she relished. Finally, with a deep grunt he sped up his thrusts, and she knew he was approaching another orgasm, and as he filled her with his seed again she gave a shrill shriek of pleasure, gripping his front legs as hard as she could as her body shuddered through her own release, his roar loud in her ears.

Jerome lay on his side in the warm sunlight; his tongue flicking over Tit's still rigid nipples as they both rested, half asleep from pleasure and exhaustion. Five times, he thought in wonder, five times!! But he was a little bothered by a couple of things, still thinking more as a human then the creature he had become. He moved his tongue to her face, and when she opened her mouth and swallowed the tip he hissed in pleasure. His tongue was incredibly sensitive, and he let her swallow about a foot of the long appendage before gently pulling it back out. If she kept that up he'd have to fuck her again! It was amazing, he was already ready again, and more then willing! But he held back, for now. He would not force himself on her, never that.

Tit was perfectly contented with this new development in her life, though it was largely accidental and really shouldn't have happened. But still, she finally had her Dragon! As his tongue slathered over her breasts she ran a hand across his iridescent scales, thinking about how beautiful he was, and how much incredible pleasure he'd given her. It had been so long since she'd had another Fairy for a lover!! As his tongue found her lips she eagerly let him explore her mouth and throat, relishing the sweet taste of his saliva. But as he pulled his tongue from her mouth a minute later she sensed some unease in her lover, her own senses now much more closely attuned to his as their empathic link strengthened.

"What's wrong, my lovely?" Tit asked, gently stroking his beaklike snout.

Jerome gave a soft hiss; enjoying her touch as she rubbed his nose, and said, "Oh, nothing really. It's just that...that was kind of unexpected, and took me by surprise is all. I mean, we're different species, aren't we? Or are all male Fairies Dragons like me?"

Good, Tit thought, he's starting to think of himself as a Dragon, that was very encouraging. Giving his snout another affectionate stroke, she said, "Oh, not at all! There are male Fairies just like me; and Dragonesses as well. It's just that, well, Fairies are more opened minded about sex then mortals. We need it, love it, and are quite, um, insatiable. We draw power from one another, and that makes us both even more powerful. But when a woods Fairy and a Dragon become lovers, it's kind of a mating of sorts. They become a team, a mated pair, and the Dragon or Dragoness helps channel and reinforce his, or her, mate's magic. It's kind of hard to describe really, maybe something like a human and horse he rides."

"Huh," Jerome mused, "so I'm like a flying horse? Does that mean you own me? And last time I checked people don't have sex with the horses they ride; at least I don't think they do, unless I've been missing something."

Tit giggled, and gave Jerome a light slap on the snout, and he gave a surprised hiss. "Silly Dragon!" She said, "I guess that really isn't a good example after all. And no, I don't 'own' you anymore then you 'own' me. It's more of a shared benefit, and love. A partnership. I do love you, you know." And she kissed the tip of his snout, staring deep into his jewel like eyes.

And Jerome knew she was telling the truth; he could see it in her eyes, and sense it in a way he never had before, and he felt a thrill run up and down his spine, the tip of his tail twitching. He felt a surge of joy so intense it made him feel giddy, and he licked his tongue over her face as she kissed it, and said, "I love you too." Then he lifted his head and gave a loud snort as something suddenly occurred to him.

"What is it?" Tit asked.

"We won't have kids, will we?" Jerome hissed anxiously.

Tit gave a squeal of laughter, and said, "No! Well, not exactly. Under certain circumstances it's permitted, but only if the High Court decree's it. So no, you won't get me pregnant."

"Well, that's a relief!" Jerome said, "I'll bet the babies would be really, er, different."

Lying back against his sun warmed scales Tit said wistfully, "I've never had any babies, we have to be careful since we're basically immortal, so births are fairly rare. Truth is I've never met a male I wanted to have children with. I'll bet you'd make a good father though, you're so sweet. The Dragoness's would just love you!"

Jerome gave a pleased hiss at the compliment, and moved his licks lower down, his tongue sliding between her legs. With a sign she spread them a little wider as he lapped at her eager sex, and throatily she said,

"Again? Already?" His lust filled hiss was all the answer she needed. As he mounted her again she squealed in pleasure, and he took even longer this time; several times in a row, much to her complete and utter delight.

After another enjoyable bout of their 'getting to know one another better', Jerome felt much better about what he was now. It was still weird, but he was getting used to his new body and was very much enjoying finding out its 'capabilities'. Plus being able to fly! What a rush that was! Tit was dozing in the warm sun, and he gave her a sniff, and then shook his head. PU; she was getting a little 'fragrant', and they were still pretty grotty from his little exploration of a chimney and the heating ducts. Not that he minded all that much, but it was a little...strong. Then he sniffed himself, and snorted. HE was a little high on the olfactory stinky scale too! Guess that was one of the downsides of running and/or flying around naked all the time, not to mention all the lovely sex. He looked out over the large birdbath, which to him seemed more like a pond, the water nice and warm from the sun. Time for a clean-up! He gave Tit a nudge with his snout, and said,

"I'm going for a swim, want to come along?"

Tit stood up and stretched; her arms over her head, and gave a little shake of contentment, giving Jerome a nice little show as her firm breasts jutted and jiggled just a little bit. She looked at the water, and said,

"Hmm, I don't know, I'm not much on swimming. I usually just take a dew bath."

Now THAT I'd like to see; thought Jerome, and then reaching over he poked her in the back with one of his claws, and then hissed in amusement as; arms wind milling madly, she lost her balance and fell into the birdbath with a large splash.

Tit surfaced; spluttering and spitting, mad as Hell. As she wiped her hair out of her eyes, she shrieked, "You horrible creature! You are SO dead!" Then she gave an even louder shriek as a large object blotted out the sun, and she heard,

"CANNONBALL! YEE-HAAAH! Sssssss!" KER-SPLASH!

"Aw, Ssss, come-on!" Jerome said as he paddled around on his back, Tit lying on his stomach like he was a big inflatable pool toy, "It wasn't that bad!"

"I don't like to get my wings wet." Tit groused, lying on her belly and fluttering them to help dry them out. "They take forever to get dry, and I can't fly until then! It makes me feel vulnerable."

"Well," Jerome said, "At least we're both nice and clean, and don't smell like old socks and rancid grease anymore. And don't worry; if anything nasty came along I'd protect you."

Tit rubbed his warm belly bands, and said, "Well, I guess with a guard dragon around I'd be pretty safe, but next time warn me!"

"Would you have taken a bath if I warned you first?" Jerome hissed, and then squirted some water between his hard lips like a fountain as he paddled lazily along.

"Well, probably not." Tit admitted truthfully.

"Then next time I won't either." Jerome smugly replied, then gave a giggling hiss as she started tickling him under his front legpits; finally having to dive to get her to stop, and as he sounded she took flight, and landed on the side of the birdbath to wait for him. Finally his head surfaced like a mini-Loch Ness monsters, and he swam over to the side with strong sweeps of his tail. Wow; he thought, I can swim really good! AND I'm ticklish, that was a surprise. Who'd have thought a Dragon might be ticklish, what with all the scales and hide. Neat! As he pulled himself out onto the rim he gave a good shake to get off some of the water, and with a shriek Tit took off to avoid getting drenched again, and he followed with a happy hiss. Flying was a great way to dry off! So he chased her around the garden for awhile, not really trying to catch her.

Sometime later as they sat perched on a branch overlooking the Fairy Circle; Jerome's long tail hanging off the back of the branch and slowly curling and uncurling, Tit leaned against his larger body, one of his powerful arms holding her close. He gave a soft hiss, and said,

"Since were 'mated' now, does that mean I have to take you home to meet my parents?"

Tit giggled, and replied, "No way, it's not allowed! They probably couldn't even see us!"

"I guess that's good." He replied, "I mean; I can just see it. 'Hi Mom, I know you probably don't recognize me, but I'm Jerome. This naked flying lady turned me into a big worm, then into a Gay Dragon, and now she's going to take me to Fairy Land because we're married.' As for Dad, he'd just try and swat us with a shovel or something, and my doofus brothers would probably just crack up. Still, I wish I could just let them know I'm OK, you know."

Tit; whose giggles had turned into trilling laughter as she tried to envision such a meeting, sobered as she heard the sadness in his voice towards the end. Reaching up she pulled his head down to her level, and gave him a gentle kiss on the tip of his snout, his eyes flashing in pleasure. As she stroked his neck, she said,

"I can send them some dreams if you want, ones that will let them know you're OK no matter what happened to you. It will help, at least a little bit. Help them get over the worst of their feelings of loss and grief."

"Really?" Jerome hissed, "You can do stuff like that? You'd do that, for me?"

"Of course, I'm a Fairy!" Tit chided him, "And of course I'd do it for my love! We can do it tonight, it's the best time to work such magic, and of course it has to be done while they're asleep."

"When?" Jerome asked, fidgeting.

"Later, after midnight." Tit said, "We need to make sure they're asleep. You can fly me there, and I'll do the magic."

"Can we do nightmares, too?" Jerome hissed thoughtfully.

"No, you horrible beast!" Tit squealed, giving his snout a slap. "Why would you want to do that?!"

"Oh, just a thought." Jerome replied, "Be nice to get even with my brothers for a few things they did to me in the past. Bob has this thing about chickens, and Doug is scared of snakes. I thought maybe a dream with mutant chickens, or something with snakes might be fun."

Tit; who was almost choking she was laughing so hard, finally managed to say, "Well, we can't, no matter how much fun it would be! Nightmares, the very idea! I'm a GOOD fairy!"

"Could have fooled me!" Jerome hissed, his tongue flicking out and teasing one of her nipples.

"You're insatiable!" Tit squealed, slapping the tongue away; but gently, but it came right back, only lower down.

They both quickly found that mating in the moonlight was quite enjoyable, no matter how many times you did it.

Sometime later; after a short nap to recover their strength, Tit mounted Jerome and he took flight into the now dark night. He didn't mind her riding him at all, he could hardly tell she was there she was so light, but he could feel her warm legs wrapped around his neck where it merged into his body and could sense her heartbeat. This is what I'm meant to do; he realized, a feeling of pure contentment coming over him, so he did a loop-de-loop, Tit laughing and calling him a big show-off.

Despite the almost pitch black night as clouds had moved in cutting off any moonlight or starlight, he found he could see perfectly well as they winged their way over the town below. It almost looked new from this perspective, and he had to compensate for his new size and the angle he was seeing everything from. But finally they were circling over his family's old two story house, in good repair but much in need of a new coat of paint. Tapping the side of his neck to get his attention, Tit pointed towards a large oak tree in the back yard, and with a snap of his wings he dropped to land on a convenient branch.

"Ohhh," Tit said, "I like this tree! It's very old and happy; someone here waters it on hot days."

"That would be my Mom." Jerome said, "She's big on puttering around in the yard all the time. How can you tell, though? I mean, it's just a tree."

Tit rubbed the warm bark, and said, "Like I told you before, my kind of Fairies take care of the woods, we can 'talk' to the trees and plants. You can too; I'll just have to teach you."

"Boy, I bet that's a riveting conversation." Jerome hissed, "I mean, what the heck do they have to talk about? I mean, booooring!"

Tit giggled, and replied, "It's not like they really talk, silly! You can just tell how they're feeling, what's going on in the woods. It's hard to explain, I'll have to show you."

"I can hardly wait." Jerome replied; with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. Boooring! "Now, how do we do this dream thing?"

"We don't do it, I do it." Tit said, "Dragons don't have that gift. Now you'll have to be quiet and let me concentrate."

"Sure you can't send my brother's ones about snakes and giant mutant man eating chickens?" Jerome hissed hopefully.

Tit giggled again, and slapped his snout. "Stop it!" She said, "I need to concentrate; and NO, I'm not going to scare your brothers! You mean old thing!"

Jerome shut up, and watched as Tit closed her eyes and her forehead wrinkled in concentration; then he gave a surprised hiss as her body began to glow! It wasn't a bright glow, more like a firefly, but it was glowing. This is still all so weird; he thought! Finally the glow died, and she went limp with a small gasp. Worried, he put a front leg around her to help steady her.

"Oh my," Tit said, "it's been a long time since I did that, I had forgotten how tiring it could be, especially with modern humans. If they don't believe it's much harder, but I did it! Your family will have nice dreams about you the rest of the night, how you're in a wonderful place with no cares or worries, and happy and loved."

"I guess it's kind of true then, isn't it?" Jerome said, "At least the part about my being loved?"

"Oh yes, my beautiful, lovely Dragon." Tit said, kissing his snout, "I do love you, with all my heart; because you're part of it now, and always will be."

Jerome gave a happy hiss as he licked her face, and though he'd miss his family horribly he knew he'd get over it eventually, but he'd never forget them; even his butthead brothers. But he also knew Tit was right, and that she was in his heart, that they were joined in a way he couldn't ever truly describe. It was much more than just physical love; though that bit was wonderful, it was at a level far greater than that. Soulmates, he thought, that was the best way to describe it. Soulmates. Wrapping his wings around them he pulled her close, and said,

"Thank you for that, for making it easier for them. And I do love you; as long as I'm with you I'll be happy. I don't want anything else, just you."

"Do you forgive me for what I did?" Tit asked, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Forgive you for what, loving me?" Jerome said, his tongue carefully licking away her tears as she hugged him close for a long time.

After flying back to the garden they both felt exhausted as they landed on branch near their 'nest' in an old squirrel hole. Jerome didn't realize it yet, but Tit had drawn on his own power in order to cast her dream spell, so he was as tired as she was. He curled up around her in the soft pile of old fur and leaves, and she rested her head on his warm sleek neck as they fell asleep, both very happy and quite content, all things considered.

The End

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