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Secrets of the Fae

Chapter 1: The Blackberries

As far back as I can remember, there's always been just one strange thing in the house I grew up in. Now I'd always had free roam of the sprawling backyard in our rural American home. No worries to walk up and down the country roads to the nearby stores and market. Even allowed to follow the streams to a small pond to swim in during the long hot summer days. I was allowed everywhere except for the sprawling woods past the blackberry bush at the end of our backyard. As much as I can remember, I had been told to never try to climb past the vines into the woods past them. I never have figured out why, though the dark woods that I could see peeking through the thorny vines never seemed the most inviting. Then there was the strangest part of that blackberry bush, in how it never seemed to grow towards our property. I can't think of any time that we've had to cut it back or to keep it from spreading further on our side of the fence it covers. It's always just been there, like a hedge border to the woods beyond.

And then there's the strangeness with the berries on those vines. Every spring it will blossom with pale pink and white flowers, attracting many bees to the waiting flowers. Yet every summer it would be barren upon our side. Yet peeking through the many thorny branches on the other end there would be the largest blackberries I'd ever seen. Hanging heavy and proud, so tantalizing, yet out of reach beyond all those prickly thorns. Several times I'd try to pick a few, and this leads into the strangest encounter with those mysterious brambles I can remember.

A few years ago, I think I was about nine at the time, withstanding a lazy, hot summer evening that was coming to a close. A day of lounging around out of school had me lured me curiously to the blackberries, enticed by the large fruit just out of reach. Try as I might, I could only touch the closest fruit, my fingers grazing so close to the prize. I decided to try using my shirt to try to press my hand further in. But after only a few moments my concentration was startled with the sensation of being watched. I peeked back first to the house to see if anyone caught me trying to pick those forbidden fruit with that hot flush of knowingly doing something wrong. But no one was about, father gone on business and mother to the store for a quick errand. Looking back through the bushes I suddenly caught my eyes on a strange deer. At least, that's what it looked like at first glance. But the odd thing was he (it always felt like a him, though I'm still not certain aside from that gut feeling) was standing on his two hind legs. Watching me with bright, wide brown eyes that for a moment, seemed like I was staring at some wild boy in the woods. He stared fiercely into my green eyes, as if to etch every detail of me into his mind. Then just as quick as our we saw each other he skipped off with a graceful leap, disappearing into the deep shadows of the trees beyond. The event was so surreal and sudden that I realized too late I had grazed my thumb along a long thorn. With a yelp I tugged my hand back, sucking on the sharp wound with a little shiver, and quickly left for the night. Despite getting in some trouble for obviously having been playing in the blackberry bush (I think I left that shirt still in it), I was mostly confused and curious about that mysterious figure. The only other thing I can remember is how strangely human that deer had seemed, although the details have are fading with the years.

And now it's been over four years since that fateful day, summer melting into the cool breezes of fall outside my window. In two minutes I'll be turning thirteen, and yet for some reason all I can think of is that strange deer I encountered years ago. I get up from bed, tossing covers aside to watch as the second hand of my watch swings by steadily, inching towards my birthday. Moments seem to turn to hours as I impatiently stare at the glass face of the watch, until finally with an imperceptible click the hands swing into midnight. I blink at the time for a moment, waiting for some change at this momentous event, but there's nothing. I'm still the same Johnathan Yamada, living on that big ranch house on the end of the street with that mysterious forest against our backyard. I walk over to a mirror, peering at myself to see if I've transformed in some way at being a teenager. Nope, still the same short, straight black hair. Green eyes gazing back at my half Japanese features. Looking for anything, but nope, still a scrawny little boy, still short, still awkward, but now officially a teen. For some reason I've just been so antsy and wistful, wishing for something more exciting than the same boring streets and yards of my home. I walk slowly to the window, peering out at the silvery moonlit backyard, and the woods beyond our house. A flick of light catches my eye, startled by a flick of light of a shooting star. And I make a wish that by tomorrow midnight I will have some excitement, even if it's up to my own to make it. Finally I slump back into bed, to watch the hours tick by.

Morning would come rushing in with surprising force, having fallen asleep quite suddenly. I slowly got up to wander downstairs, smelling a breakfast awaiting me. I smile to my mom, who has set out quite a spread of food to me. Unfortunately I find out that my dad will be gone, having a business trip go long from bad weather. He's always gone somewhere far, and a large collection of trinkets from all over the world make up a good amount of his 'visits' for birthdays and holidays. This year proves to be no exception, although the gift waiting for me does catch my eye. A book of Japanese myths and monsters, although being in Japanese means I'll have to stumble through it, having not learned it very well. I wonder if he got the idea from when grandpa had stayed over for a few weeks from Japan for Christmas.

That had been an exciting time for me, for every day after school not only would he greet me, but he had the most amazing stories to tell. Wild legends of the many wild creatures and monsters that apparently lurked in the forests and wilderness of Japan. Tales of tricky foxes and mischievous shape shifters, luring people to steal away when not having fun or playing tricks on people. It was he who helped me learn about fairies and fauns and other myths and monsters closer to home as well. Getting me to go out and even look up many of the stories in the library. Where I then stumbled on the many strange legends that revolve around those very woods behind our house.

Even hundreds of years ago there had been stories about the forests in this area. Legends of monsters luring people away with flickering false lights to be stolen away. Tales of children being exchanged with fairies or just kidnapped away. Shapeshifters posing as lost travelers looking for help, who then lead the poor person trying to help them deeper in the woods to be never seen. It sounded as if the woods must have been packed full of monsters, goblins and fairies from all the stories I could find. The most common theme was that the woods were haunted or enchanted, depending on one's view, and firmly claimed by a kingdom of fairies who would keep any who strayed within their domains as slaves. Some stories had the captors living nearly forever, only to be corrupted into one of the fairies themselves. And with each additional story I found I became more interested in what just was in those woods.

And today would be much of the same. That alluring, forbidden stretch presented before me on a slow, lazy weekend. Most of my friends had gotten colds from school or were otherwise busy, so my birthday party was all but canceled for this week. Work had called my mom in for an emergency as well, leaving me home alone for most of the day. Most of the day I spent wandering outside, or was otherwise reading and collecting what information I could on the legends surrounding the sprawling 'cursed' forest outside our house. The rebellious idea of trying to sneak in to it's shadowy depths slowly began to form as I looked over the material I was collecting for a report. But mostly I just thought of that wish I had made, hoping something would come out of it. And steadily the hours dragged by, and soon dinner would come and go without even a hint of excitement. Mom brought back a cake, and I made that traditional birthday wish. I wished for something exciting to happen by midnight.

And now it is nearly midnight again. I stared from my window onto the moonlight yard beyond, a nervous idea forming. Slowly the idea to finally get the nerve to explore those fascinating woods grew stronger, pushing me to action finally while I sleeplessly stared out the window. I carefully began to get dressed, putting on a brand new jacket to keep warm in the cool summer breezes. I took a last peek at myself, before gingerly padding down the stairs. The night was silent and clear, cool and clean as I walked to the blackberry bush, looking even more threatening in the moonlight. The full moon easily lighting my way as I stared at that barrier that had been there as far back as I remember. For some reason my heart began to race, perhaps knowing how much trouble I could get into for doing this. But I had made a promise that I would do something exciting. And here was one of the most exciting things I had read about, with centuries of stories to back me up. Of course, I knew it was all just stories to keep kids from wandering off. Quite like I was about to do in fact, as I looked for a shallower position in the thorny brambles to work through and over the fence.

I was just about to make my first step onto the fence when my eyes were caught by a glimpse again of someone just beyond. My heart leaped in my chest as I saw that strange deer just on the other side. We stared at each other with a strange familiarness, as if we had known each other the whole time. He was bigger now, a small pair of antlers proud upon his head. But what had me dumbfounded is that he seemed human too. Looking just a bit older, with a slender build, before the smooth skin disappeared into the fine hide of his cervine legs. His face smooth and sharply featured, with just the ears and antlers peeking from long wild hair. I was bewildered and flushed as I gawked at his nude form, only to watch as he turned and fled deeper once more, challenging me to catch him. And I knew I had to catch him, as I had set myself to find out the secrets of the forest once and for all.

Secrets of the Fae

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Chapter 2: The Chase

This was it, I was going to finally do it. Years of dreams and scheming began to pass as I firmly stepped onto the bottom of the fence. Carefully I grasped around the many thorny vines as I started to climb onto the fence and make my first steps towards the blackberries. Standing tall on the top of the fence I could see even deeper into the forests, watching the moonlit shadows dancing in the breeze. I looked down at the many prickly vines that waited patiently for me as I thought about how to get myself down and through them. They seemed the thickest just against the fence, making climbing down a rather sharp affair. I peeked to the left and right, feeling my burst of confidence start to fade as the cool breeze blew along me. The bush was just as thick along the entire fence, spreading far past it on each side. I huffed in annoyance, before looking to see how far those thorns spread out before me. The thinning vines seemed to be tapering off after a few feet. Perhaps just enough space actually to take a leap. I bit my lip, knowing it'd be a painful way to enter if I missed and landed in the middle of that bramble in front of me.

Gingerly I shifted my body forward a little as I eyed up the distance I'd need to jump. It seemed so far, just barely in my reach. The thorns gleamed in the silvery moonlight as the breeze rustled the blackberry bush in a taunting manner. I started to breathe heavily, rocking back and forth in preparation. Staring at a thin patch of the vines just a few feet away, just one good jump, that's all. I leaned back, tensing up as I tried to not think of those sharp thorns below. Then I leaped with a shout, tossing myself through the night. I yelped, hitting hard just a little short of the clearing and a little off center, nearly falling backwards into those awaiting thorns. I jerked as I staggered back, feeling stuck before with a resounding rip I pulled myself free. Staggering forward while I panted with fear and amazement. I made it! But my jacket didn't fare quite as well. The denim fabric torn badly, half ripped off my back as it had caught those long thorns instead of my flesh. I gave a little tremble at the painful thoughts had I not been wearing it, along with a little sigh at the new jacket being quite ruined. It was still half caught in the vines still, forcing me to shrug my shoulders the rest of the way out of it to be free of the entangling spines. I flushed with fear as I realized I was really in trouble now, having not only leaped over into the woods, but also ruining my one of my birthday presents. But the woods awaited, and I knew I may as well go all out if I'm going to be in this much trouble. so I strode as bravely and purposefully as I could into the darkening shadows of the tall trees.

The shadows deepened around me as I walked along, each breeze making them dance and frolic with half formed shapes. The air seemed to become cooler, crisp on my shirt as I slowly began to walk along the half formed paths of this forgotten forest. My eyes started to grow more used to the darkness, realizing too late I should have brought a flashlight of some kind. But the full moon hung heavy in the sky, lending a dim glow through the branches to guide my way. Each step I took making me feel more determined, especially as I spied a few prints of a deer in a small patch of mud. I was quite certain who they must belong too as I thought of that prancing deer boy I spied on the way in. I wondered if I even could catch him, losing myself in my thoughts as I casually walked deeper within. Everything became more vibrant, real and yet dreamlike at the same as I seemed to easily pick my way though the path in the darkness. A flush heat began to warm within me despite the cool fall night as I smiled, feeling so alive. Taking one last look at the house a few lights on gleamed in the darkness, seeming so far away and dark compared to the inviting woods before me.

Of course it would be at this point I nearly trip, sinking up to my ankles in thick mud as I reach a stream bank. The cold mud shocking me out of my daydreams as I caught myself before I fell. I can feel the yielding mess sinking into my shoes as I gingerly lift one foot. The other foot sinks down even further, giving a little yelp in surprise when I finally step into the cold stream. I tugged on my stuck leg, shivering in the cool wetness of my muddy ankles and the flowing water, another gasp as it pulls free. I fell Splashing into the stream with a yell, the water cold on my feet and rump. My eyes wide in surprise, not even seeing the shoe that was now buried in a foot of mud. I gave a little sigh, now losing my shoe as well as that jacket to the woods. I plodded forward, the other shoe heavy with mud, making me stagger off balance as I splashed across the stream awkwardly. I couldn't help but groan in annoyance as I started to sink into the watery mud of the other bank. Watching my shoe tug and drag through the slick muck. The mud did feel fun through my sock, enjoying the slippery mess it made as I finally gave up. And with a quick tug I left the other shoe stuck in the mud, half exposed as I cheerfully waddled through the last of the mud.

I chuckled a little as I looked back and down to my stained socks. Giving my toes a wiggle and feeling the squish of mud I couldn't help but grin. It was feeling so strangely right, amused that I at least was honest about going all out for this walk. I couldn't even see the lights of my home now, buried in the darkness. But everything otherwise was quite well, as I walked along with those messy socks. A few minutes later I stopped, deciding to just toss the socks on a whim, seeing as they were quite ruined. Leaning down to pull them off, I spied a small hint of a path along the ground. Once I tossed each mud covered sock aside I took a moment to peek up along the curving path. The ground felt surprisingly soft as my toes walked along it, peering over a small hill to what appeared to have been a cottage at one point, in a small clearing. The ruins seemed incredibly ancient, mostly collapsed by now. I peeked forward, gazing through the long rotted frame that may have once been door to see any hints of what once was within it. I Wondered what happened to the owner of it, so long ago in these strange woods. I felt a little humbled by the history of this little glade, wondering how many years it had been since anyone saw this cottage.

I stopped for a few moment, paying my respects to the former owners as I imagined how it must have been to live here so long ago. The path from the house leading along a small hill, giving a picturesque view in the moonlight. Unfortunately, it seemed that at some time most of the path crumbled away, a small but steep hill in my way now. The footing became more treacherous as I walked along the hill, looking to where it might be easier to get down. I was about to keep following along for what appeared to be quite a while when I spied a little movement. A familiar figure peeking from a tree down the way, looking over me with those bright eyes. He seemed to be calling me over, as if questioning if I could indeed catch him. I looked quickly around, spying a tree jutting up near the edge of the cliff. I realized I could use it to get down quicker. Stepping with sudden sureness, my toes grasping the loose dirt as I pressed myself to the rough bark of the tree trunk. The rough surface making me feel more secure as I used it to steady myself, working toes down the steep hill slowly. Inch by inch I wormed myself down, feeling the stare of that strange deer watching me. I tried to look over, seeing if he was still there when I slipped, sending me sliding down with a shout. My arms were lifted as branches ripped at my shirt and skin, a series sharp stinging tugs as my shirt ripped from the branches. I could feel buttons popping off as I slid down the hill, grasping at the tree branches to try to slow myself. I finally stopped for one moment, shirt pulled up to my head as it caught a branch... then with a final slip I fell with a yelp. And ended up landing unceremoniously on my butt about a foot lower. I closed my eyes tight for a moment, unable to do anything but groan as the heat and sting of scrapes blossomed upon my exposed chest and back. The cool air felt sharp on my sweaty body as I caught my breath, hearing what sounded like a faint giggle from that deer boy. But by the time I turned again, he was gone yet again, leaving little to show that he was once there. I looked up at my shirt as I groaned, the fabric ripped apart. I began to laugh for some reason, strangely fulfilling as I got up to leave it behind. Perhaps they'll be my breadcrumbs to follow back home as I walked forward proudly once more.

The forest seemed to teem with life now, feeling my toes digging through that cool dirt in a wonderfully fulfilling way. No shoes or anything to get in the way now. I started to jog, full of energy despite the slow turning of the moon and stars above while the night steadily passed. It all seemed so right now, the world at ease as I panted in the wonderful night air. I wondered if this was how life was supposed to be, free and wild with nature. Every little rock and tree brought a feeling of awe and wonder, realizing I was perhaps the only person to see this in hundreds of years. I felt strangely at ease despite being alone, and I wondered if I was catching up to that strange deer. I briefly wondered if that was even possible, since the few times of seeing him move had me amazed at how graceful he was. Of course, I bet if I had the legs of a deer I'd be moving along a lot better then these flat feet. I chuckled to myself now as I slipped along the forest floor, picking out a path among the underbrush with a careless ease while I imagined myself as a fae creature.

It was then I spied him again, when I reached a small series of rocks and boulders that lead down towards a lazily flowing river. He was much closer this time, and I gasped at the sight of him. His skin gleamed silvery in the moonlight, his sleek chest and trim body leading to powerful cervine legs. I blushed hotly at his nude form before me, feeling a strange stirring of emotions despite him being another boy. He was so perfectly at ease in his nudity, making me feel a little unworthy in my stained and worn jeans. The older teen giving a grin, antlers held aloft with a proud manner despite obviously being a teenager. He babbled something to me that had a sweet musical tone, before giving a wink and lustful grin that made me blush furiously. With an arrogant toss of his antlers he turned, springing down the rocks with a practiced ease. I watched his tail flit playfully behind him, biting my lip firmly as I suddenly noticed the straining firmness of my lap. I was feeling a strange conflicting emotion, knowing he's also a boy, but also admiring such a handsome display. Nervously I stepped forward, curious how I'd get down despite my lack of grace and sure footing.

I carefully pulled myself onto the first rock, sitting down to lower myself down to the next boulder beneath me. I could still see the buck below, watching me now, keeping his distance but staying in my sight. I yipped when my slippery feet nearly fell from the smooth surface, barely collecting myself in a kneel before the further drop before me. I peered around for another way to go, feeling a sudden need to catch up and ask the creature before me what he is. I felt even more inept before him as he watched me, while I finally found another rock that would help me down without a potentially deadly jump. It looked like it'd be quite a tight squeeze between two rocks as I pressed up to the rough surfaces. Slowly I breathed in, worming my way through bit by bit. The rough surface scraping my exposed shoulders, eyes watching the opening inch steadily closer. Then for a moment I was stuck, a small projection catching my pants button firmly. I held in a brief whine, straining to not panic in the claustrophobic grasp of the rocks. Firmly and surely I pulled myself along, feeling fabric straining. A soft popping sound as the button was torn off and the gentle sound of the zipper ripped open. But the pants were still stuck firm as I closed my eyes tight, pushing panic back with a slow breath. Each step was making the fabric droop down, sliding down as I nervously squirmed, the rough surface of the rock catching and pulling my pants down, arms stuck above me to keep me from pulling them up. Finally they pooled around my ankles, making it difficult to continue as I looked out, the exit not too far off. With a manic giggle I gave in and decided to just pull my feet out of those pants. A little twist of my feet and the fabric was pulled away, letting me step free much easier. Finally, after several more feet of shuffling along in just my underwear I finally managed to pull myself through, collapsing to the soft ground with a sigh. I shuddered at the claustrophic embrace I just left, peeking in to see my pants appearing to be just out of reach as I groaned. It seems this forest hates my clothes as I leaned over, fingers not quite able to touch the denim fabric... and then gave another furious blush as I see those two brown eyes still watching me as I bent over before him. I can feel his grin from across the river as I give a nervous laugh, turning back to shy hide my lap, especially as I felt myself beginning to get aroused for some reason. The world was spinning in sensations, feeling quite flushed despite the coolness of the night, as I sat messily in the mud in just a pair of underwear before some strange, nude teen.

Finally I got up, and with an impulsive fit I pulled my underwear down abruptly. Calling out to him as I wormed out of that last undergarment, "Fine! If it's going to be like that, both of us can be naked!." I picked up the wet garment, and gave it a furious toss. My cheeks burning as I felt stared at, my slender young body on display to the older male. I heard a soft, appreciative sound at my display before he bolted again, leaving my stark naked on the bank of some river I had no idea the name of. I nervously shifted in place a moment, before shrugging and walked forward with a sudden flush of ease. The water was cool as I splashed through it, cleaning myself off of mud and scrapes. It all just seemed normal here though, where strange deer satyrs frolic about without a stitch themselves. The cold water focusing my thoughts as I walked onto the other river bank. I nearly jumped when I noted that strange boy closer now, watching me with a cheerful smile. I began to flush brightly as I saw his young arousal bared before me. I flushed quite pink, staring at the feral arousal without shame, knowing I was likely getting a similar appreciation for my human maleness. His deer penis was slender, an exotic red, and seemed to dwarf my own arousal. My breath was quickly panting with the hot tingle of newfound lust as I nervously pawed the slick ground beneath my feet. I stepped forward to finally try to greet him, the words of "hello" barely escaping lips before he trotted off once more with a teasing lift of his tail.

I couldn't help but stop, feeling very strange. Here I was, aroused by another male who was mostly a deer of all things. But the sensations seemed so normal right now, when one was standing naked in the dark, streaking through the woods after some satyr. I pondered if it was all a dream, as I broke out into a run after him. Watching the buck's strong hips as he danced his way along the forest, easily outracing me as I panted in chase. If it was a dream it must be incredible dream as I felt each leaf beneath my feet and the cold air in my lungs as I ran after that white tail. The breeze cold on my sweaty skin, my arousal bouncing on my lap as I ran, free and wild in the nude. I lost track of that white tail as it flicked before me, but it was only moments before I burst into a wide clearing, the sights before me stopping me in my tracks.

The moonlight gave the clearing an enchanted glow as I slowed, walking onto the soft grass. It was silky cool between my toes as I paused to catch my breath. There was no sight of the buck as I looked around, sighing softly at having lost him. Just the thought of him nude, his firm rear flexing with his stides made my lap tingle. And then there was that feral arousal he presented, all the more erotic becuase it was inspired by me. It was a little strange, acknowledging my lust for another male who wasn't even human. But it just seemed so wonderfully erotic and perfect, enjoying another boy's attention. He must have been just a few years older, both of us in that age of newfound erotic feelings. Slowly I walked into the middle of that clearing, drawn to the largest fairy ring I had seen while I was distracted by my thoughts. I paused before it, the mushrooms bright on the dark grass, while dew glittered like gems on the grass in the middle. Curiously I stepped into the damp ring, admiring the patterns of the dew drops as my body was drawn forward to examine it more. Slowly I noticed a pattern in the drops, making many intricate lines and patterns as I stood in the center. Turning around slowly to look over the patterns and shapes it made, it all seemed strangely familiar. It was then I heard that musical voice again, calling out to me. And it was joined by what must have been dozens of other voices, glimpsing hints and peeks of all sorts of creatures in the forest all around me. My eyes wide as I realize I'm surrounded by them, while I was nude and presented before them. Before I can even open my mouth, I'm stopped as the voices around me begin to sing, a quiet, enchanting sound. I stopped, just standing in the middle of this clearing, awed by the beauty of that ethereal chorus as it came from every direction.

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Secrets of the Fae

Chapter 3: The Transformation

The sweetly delicate sounds of that strange music begin to encircle me as I stopped moving. I just started concentrating upon each note as they called out to me. The enchanting sounds as captivating as they are alien to me while I just awkwardly stand there, nude before everyone. I wondered once more if this was some strange dream, exposed to so many as I listened to that ethereal song. Each note making me tremble, visions passing before my eyes as I gasped in the cool air. Tender teases of erotic moments began to make me squirm as they played through my mind along with that magical singing. I breathed deep as the haunting song seemed to dig deeper into my mind, bringing out my primal urges. My cheeks flushed pink as I steadied myself, the warmth in my lap now an aching need. My arousal straining proud and young before everyone as I bit my lip, dazed at the growing feelings that rushed through me. I realized it must be all a dream now, as that music brought out delightfully carnal images in my head of lust, mating, and the enjoyment of others in intimate ways.

I started to turn around, trying to catch sight of any of the singers. All I could see were half formed shapes peeking from the shadows, hints of animals and people and all sorts of mixtures between in every shape and size. A staggering array of differing forms, and each one enchanting and beautiful in its own way. I wondered where the buck was, trying to pick out his voice, hearing hints of that proud and lordly voice despite his youth. Everything seemed so enjoyable in this strange dream. The moonlight bright enough to feel almost like day now in that clearing, each breath I take sweet amid the dew covered field. The water on my toes clean and perfect, the grass incredibly soft beneath me. My heart racing as the singing began to pick up speed and tempo. Growing louder as it swirled around my like a whirlpool, picking out memories and sensations both new and old for me to feel.

A sudden shift in the flow of harmony caught my ear, definitely the buck leading in song as I felt a tremble rush through me. For a moment an image of a slinky, sexy little girl popped in my head. Her eyes a piercing green, with a feral, cat like slit to them that made me shiver. I gave a quiet moan, feeling as much as I saw the plump curve of young breasts capped with bright pink nipples. My arousal aching with lust as I trailed down her trim little belly and it's cute button to the inviting swell of her adolescent sex. Those folds glittering with slick readiness for breeding while I whimpered, the sight suddenly ending as I slumped onto my knees. My body was burning up with dizzying heat as I collapsed to my hands, feeling that urge of lust swell from my lap to fill my body with heat. Closing my eyes sharply as the heat turned to a burning sensation, strangely fulfilling in it's sharpness.

The heat swirled and burned through my head, making me whimper with the strange pain and sensations. Feeling embarrassed at the whining sounds I made compared to that dizzying, beautiful singing all around me. The sounds abruptly reaching a dizzying peak as my ears felt like they were going to boil away. My head was pounding as every part of me seemed to shift within me, pawing at the soft grass for relief from the hot sensations. I pressed my cheek to the cold grass, savoring the coolness as that warmth flowed through me. I opened my eyes slowly, the forest clearing in sharp, more vivid details. The bewildering feelings made the world spin and shift around me. Each voice in that chorus growing even more clear as I tremble under the power of that song's power.

Panting for breath, I started to rise as song changed subtly again, that buck still leading the strangely magical song along. A tingle of lust and pleasure running over my chest as I pant, unable to do much but stare at the ground. The sensations both ticklish and erotic as they make me whimper in need, grasping the grass tight. The feeling growing more and more, making me pant for breath as I bite my lip to try to hold it back. I can feel a bead of slick precum collecting in the foreskin of my arousal, shuddering with pleasure as the feelings seem to gather along my chest. I can feel myself changing, transforming with an strangely painless sensation. Flesh twisting slowly as I groan, eyes lidded as I stare at my chest, watching a pair of young, small breasts budding before my eyes. I felt more elegant, delicate and feminine as I cried out softly with pleasure. And then that warm, erotic tingling suddenly rushed through me, collapsing to the cold grass with a long moan.

The heat burns down my spine, settling like a hot itch within my lap. The sensation full and squirming, making me tense up along my lap. My mind racing with lust and primal needs as I watched my cocktip tense and stiffen more. The bubbling, tingling pleasure of anticipation thick in my loins as I realize with a sudden, erotic delight that I'm going to cum. Images of that sensual girl filling my mind as I imagine the heat of her skin against my own. The plump fullness of her nipples between my lips as I tease out quiet gasps of pleasure from her exotic little body. And then yielding embrace of flesh as we join as one, mating with that primal urge of breeding. It's all too much as I arch my back. Eyes opening wide to watch a gush of sticky, white cum pulse proudly onto the ground below. I call out, joining them in song as I encourage, no, invite all that heat into me with each shudder of orgasm.

The hot jets of pleasure and climax spasm through my body, running up and down my spine as I buck into the air with eager lust. Again and again I feel that hot pulse of climax, smelling the sticky, bitter musk of my seed thick on the air. Sweat dripping down my body as the feelings swell with each shiver and gush of cum. I can't think, just the image of that girl, ready for breeding filling my mind. I collapse onto the sticky puddle with a grunt, beginning to spasm while my whole body disappeared into that pleasure. I can faintly hear myself trying to sing along to the growing climax of the song, lost in the moment as the world seemed to just float away. The hot twitches of my lap soon dry, fully spent but still I continue to cum. Mind spinning with glimpses of the feral and enchanted fairies before me, the grass and clearing of the ring of mushrooms I lie sprawled within. There's a strange feeling of loss amid the pleasure, peering at my lap as my maleness sunk into my lap. While within hips a growing warmth emerges, flicking across my rump with a furry softness. Catching a peek of a fox's tail flicking serenely from my rump.

I only have a moment to contemplete that tail, when there's a sensation of everything receding into me as I cry out along with the song. Then a sudden hot pulse of pleasure flows out once more, the climax peaking once more. I can feel a new twitching jerking my lap as the flesh twists within my body. Another sudden gush of slickness oozing from thighs as my lap spasms, a sweet musk strong in the air. Strangely familiar but the feminine scent is new to my nose as I flop on the ground. I can hear myself panting and moaning out the song as the transformation reaches a peak. My skin is glistening with dew, sweat, and cum as I shudder, eyes wide as the heat of my my body slows with the ending verses of the ritual music.

I give a shudder as the last few notes fade, leaving the coldness of the night to rush through me. Every inch of my body feels exhausted and overused. I can barely to lift my head to gaze at unfamiliar flesh. New, snowy light skin supple and perfect, over the sexy curve of feminine hips and a pert little butt. A pair of silky long fox tails flitting with a strangely new sensation. My eyes widening as I see my lap no longer supports the rough fullness of my maleness. Instead a yielding plushness of folds glisten with the slickness of a girl's climax. I lift myself up for just a moment, long enough to stare at young new breasts, capped with those pretty pink nipples of my dreams. Each small breast barely a handful upon my chest. I can feel the odd flicking of ears newly changed upon my head, every sense honed to a razor edge even in that dazed confusion of my transformation. Finally I slump in tiredness, giving in to that flushed afterglow filling me. The world seems to white out as my changed body lays collapsed in the dew, cum and sweat all over my body. The last memory a wistful sigh as sleep takes me away, knowing somehow that handsome buck was going to take me home in his arms.

Secrets of the Fae

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Chapter 4: The Morning

?A warm touch of morning sunlight stroked my cheek as I stirred beneath my blankets. I sighed and shifted, feeling just so contently warm and satisfied after such a strangely erotic dream. I could still feel a gentle, lustful tingle upon my lap as I shifted quietly into my blankets and pillow. The warm, reassuring scent of sweat was gentle in the air as I licked my lips, thinking over the vibrant images of that dream. The cool air and crisp dew as I seemed to have transformed into that dream girl. I closed my eyes tighter, concentrating on remembering those sexy curves and delicate features, her small, perfect young breasts capped with plump, perky nipples. That pretty, slim belly and pretty belly button on alabaster skin, leading to the gentle peach fuzz of newly adolescent folds, plump and slippery with readiness. A shy turn trying to hide those lust filled folds, just showing off a perfectly round rump and a pair of pretty, inviting fox tails just adds to the erotic dream quality of her body. Those long fox ears giving a shy flick and fold even as a pair of tails begin to lift up invitingly...

There's a stirring against my body, a hot warmth wrapping around my side as I jolt from that daydream. Inches from me is the wide, chesire grin of a certain deer boy, his features even, well, cuter up close. His tan skin and big buck ears giving him an exotic appeal as I flush in surprise. I can feel his nude skin against my chest, pressing softly against my soft breasts. ... I nearly fall from the bed, only his large hands holding me in as I look down. The blankets of my bed are not there, instead there is a soft, plush silk blanket that glimmers with exotic runes sewn on with gold thread. A sprinkling of rose petals adds a faint perfume, as I realize that soft male scent is not my own. I peer down shyly, revealing the creamy smooth skin of the girl I was dreaming of as my own flesh. A furious blush at how wet my lap feels as I quickly close my legs tight together. The smooth, sensual curve of my lap feels so very odd as I'm pressed closer against the heat of the bucky satyr I had once been chasing. It seems indeed I did indeed catch him, although definitely not in the way I expected. Eyes wide, I shyly ask "um... where am I?"

And my surprise grows once more when my own familiar voice is replaced with a sweet, singsong voice, and a strange, melodic language bubbles from my lips. I just blink in confusion while the satyr teen hugs me closer against him, giving me a little nuzzle and kiss upon a cheek. His big hands around my waist to brush one of my tails, sending shivers up my spine as he answers me, "Why, Home of course."

I squirm softly against his side, cheeks bright pink with embarrassment while I feel new ears flicking shyly atop my head. The new feelings are weird and wonderfully exciting as I reach out softly, giving his smooth chest a gentle rub. I realize moments later I could understand that musical language he spoke as if it was perfect English. I rub my new ears, the sensitive touch making them flick on their own, the touch of silky fur feeling very nice as I close my eyes and try to think. He spoke in that strange language. But, it was English in my head, or at least, understandable as such. Though concentrating on such thoughts was tricky while a pair of fingers danced upon the base of my two tails, sending hot shivers up my spine and a growing heat in my lap. I writhe softly against his side, feeling that silky hide of his legs against my own smooth legs as I look up to his eyes "I... I can understand you."

His brown eyes gaze back kindly as he gives another cheerful, naughty grin. I tremble a little when his fingers tickle down from that tail, to play with the supple curve of hip and rump, a little murmur escaping my lips while he replies "Oh, of course, all Fae can understand each other. Otherwise it'd be really confusing now for new changelings like you." He gives a little wink "Although I bet you do have a lot of questions on your mind."

Indeed my mind races with thoughts, though the constant touch and tease of his warm, inviting hands and body keep them from forming fully. Awkwardly I reach out, to give a soft hug around his chest. The feeling of breasts pressing to his chest, even if they're my own, makes me squirm with erotic needs. His skin is warm and soft against my own, and I let a hand reach down to stroke one of his strong legs. The hide is soft and silky against my fingers as I trace down his thighs, feeling the strength within. It begins to dawn on me what that firm, hot sensation against my belly is, feeling a sudden kiss on my lips as I begin to blush bright pink again. Ears burning with shy embarrassment at realizing his arousal has been pressed against me the whole time. I lean back a little, giving a little peek down to examine the feral flesh pressed to my belly. The crimson penis is slim and long, definitely not anything human, and the extra, naughty touch of his animal maleness makes me shift my hips. Shyly I peek up, biting my lip when I notice he's staring down towards my own lap in his own examination. Slowly I turn, and quietly open my legs just a little, as I reach around to give his tail a quiet little touch. It seems that, well, when in bed, naked, with the boy of your literal dreams, you may as well enjoy it.

A quiet moan escapes my lips as his hands drag up my back firmly, reaching around to give my breasts a slow squeeze. I sprawl out more beneath him, panting slowly for breath as his fingers tease and pinch the firm flesh of firm, pink nipples, making electric tingles of pleasures race through my body. I quietly arch and shift, feeling covers be pulled back to expose my new body for the cervine lover while I blush, biting a lip when I realize I don't even know his name. I turn to him, reaching out to brush his ears and antlers with a gentle touch, "um.. I never did find out your name now..."

The buck just grins and noses in, soft kisses leading up my chin to lips with sensual warmth, "oh, it's Brightstep, we should indeed introduce ourselves if you're to be our Lover." His words had a strange fullness to them, his name making images of a prancing deer enter my head. Though the Lover word is what made me really gasp, seeing myself pleasing many others in various carnal ways, belly round and heavy with pregnancy. A breeder for the tribe as I couldn't help but moan out softly, "wh.. what... lover?" Although my words lacked quite the same meaning it seemed.

His lips reached up, nibbling my eartips as he squirmed against my belly with flush heat, whispering to me "Of course, someone as pretty as you would become a Lover. Although I think Johnathan isn't quite a fitting name for something a sweet as you... how about Snowfall?"

A brief vision of a fox, trotting proudly through the snow entered with the new name... as it seemed my past life's memories faded just a little more with my renaming. I bit my lip, unable to do much but nod a little, surprised that he knew my name and still overwhelmed by being named as a lover. Or Lover, as it seems. Meanwhile those soft hands stroke down my belly, making me whimper with pleasure as I pant, trying to ask another question. "what do you mean by... love... lo... Lover?" The word is hard to get out, especially with the erotic sensations it carries with it. The lust filled emotions the word brings me strangely fulfilling as I breathed heavily.

Those bright eyes glimmered with naughty knowledge as he kissed my nose "Oh, you'll find out soon enough, the Ritual will be soon to begin..." There was a deliciously naughty touch to that word as I shyly squirmed beneath the touch of fingers on my smooth thighs. Although he seemed to be holding back a little on what this ritual was, though I had quite an idea it would be very erotic. His hands cupping my hips before rubbing up a belly as he continued "In fact, I think it's about time to lead our newest changeling out for your Ritual."

I gulped a little, feeling his kisses while big hands wrapped around me. I realized how much smaller I was, his body large to my new, feminine form. Lifted up and held close, I flushed strongly, enjoying his scent as my tails flicked. I looked curiously out the door of the small hut we were in, seeing a ring of people of all shapes and sizes. It seemed most everyone was part animal, of every shape and kind and combination, a curiously feral group as they all seemed to be watching, waiting for us. Steadily I was led out into the bright sunlight, held like a bride carried to her room, making my nude form all the more flushed as he walked towards the awaiting group...

Secrets of the Fae

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Chapter 5: The Ritual

?The bright afternoon sun made me squint for a moment as Brightstep led me out, holding me as a groom would hold his bride as he takes her back home. My eyes adjusted to the sunlight, making me squirm more as I could see the growing number of people circled around a strange, well, nest of blankets and pillows. It seemed that every combination of animal and human was represented, from what looked to be in all ways a cat girl pulled straight from animation, to centaurs and satyrs like the bucky one that was holding me, to some that seemed more apt to be on all fours then ever stand upright. The clearing around them was laid with blankets and petals of flowers, while intricate lines traced the outside in arcane patterns. Brightstep nimbly walked over the traced lines with those long legs of his, delicately stepping into what was best described as a nest. Soon I was set on all fours before everyone, nude in this unfamiliar, young body, smelling the thick scent of lust on the air despite the perfume of flowers around us. Shyly I peeked around, noticing the obvious state of arousal of both males and females around us, making me nervously shift while the satyr's firm hands rubbed my arms. The scene felt surreal, like living in a wet dream as I felt the warmth of Brightstep's body atop mine, my twin tails flitting and flicking nervously against his thighs. Soon he was settled, his arousal pressed lewd against my thighs, inches from the slick entrance of my sex as I breathed heavily, held intimately before the crowd as I waited to see what would happen.

There was a long pause as I shyly held myself kneeling down before him. Two young bodies nestled together, the heat of lust strong in the air as he held me, kissing my cheeks. The gentle hints of sweat on our bodies and the naughty musk of arousal strong but pleasant in my newly sensitive nose, making me tremble a little more as the older teen held me. Soon he began to sing as much as proclaim me to be the candidate for the newest Lover, the flow and strangeness of the words hard for me to follow, as in if an older, archaic pattern. This may have been hard to understand wasn't for the sudden, vivid images of my slender, young body heavy with life. Giving pleasure and affection to a dizzying number of people and creatures, both male and female, of all shapes and sizes while I received just as much in kind. I trembled, slumping my head to the ground submissively as the erotic needs of those images began to grow in my head. It was hard to keep up, the song growing more strong as he continued, proclaiming to all his intention to make me the newest of Lovers, and to be the first to sire me. I crooned softly, just pawing the thick blankets, helpless but to listen as the ritual slowly grew more intense.

There was soon a pause as I felt the question of whether I would be able and fitting as a Lover, to be accepted and join them. I bit my lip, strangely afraid, but eager to be accepted, torn between the strange, erotic world I have been thrust into and the want to go back to my normal, boring everyday life as johnathan. Not Snowfall, soon to be heavily pregnant harem girl. The heady scents and vivid lust of my new body had was making that boring life seem less enticing, and the heat of a mate atop me was soothing and encouraging. Tossing my head to try and clear it as I felt warm hands brush my sides and back, slow and steady, relaxing under the warm touch of the sun upon my bare skin. My breaths long and slow as I gasped out with the affirmative response of the gathered group. I gave a little whimper of nervous energy as I felt the firm touch of a satyr's arousal shift and rub upon my belly. It seems I've indeed fallen much further into my fantasies then I ever expected to. Those young hands of Brightsetp reached up, giving my small breasts a loving squeeze as I moaned, anticipation strong in the air. The large group watching us prepare to breed making the moment all the more exciting. The buck's proud voice began to sing an enchanting, haunting melody that made shivers run up my spine, feeling him getting into position behind me.

That powerful, young voice began to call out to me, urging my ready body to blossom before him in full readiness. A soft, tingly warmth began to flutter in my loins, already shivering with arousal. The gathered group following in chorus, each verse flowing through me as the growing instincts and needs within me swelled. I could vaguely think of the term Heat as I whined with anticipation, knowing my day as a virgin was soon to be ended. Steadily and inch by inch that slippery arousal dragged back upon my lap, preparing to fill me with his virile teenage essence. I felt that slick cocktip tickling my new folds, not quite pressing in as he rested it against the smooth, creamy skin of my rump. The closeness of his arousal was driving me wild, the urgent instincts to breed and fill my body with life began to feel like a hunger, a need only that young buck could fill. It was a strange, wanton need, all the more curious as it began to feel more normal, just an instinctual knowledge of readiness to breed and bring life forth from my fertile womb. I grasped the blankets tighter, feeling my tails flicking upward and flaggging against my back in an inviting display along with the slow, rolling melody of the magical singing. My scent thick with readiness now, announcing to all my fertile heat blossomed fully within me. My hips shifting, growing a little wider, while my breasts felt a little heavier, the magic of this moment transforming my body to be more ready to be mated. I presented myself, panting, lost in the sensual pulse of our bodies so close, ready to join in that intimate bonding of sex as a vixen in her heat.

Steadily his voice lifted higher, then with a groan I felt that slender, cervine flesh fill my aching folds with one stiff, hot motion. I cried out, a sharp pinch as I was claimed for the first time before all, losing my virginity as the older teen held tight against me, his lap nestled against my rump. The urgent instinct within my sex already beginning to be sated with the incredible fullness this brought me, but I knew what I truly desired. Those full orbs pressed to my lap, ready with his seed to be planted deep within me as I crooned out softly, matching his song with my cries of pleasure to be filled with his seed. Soon my desperate moans matched his singing as it raised towards a climax. I could feel sweat tingling from our hot, intimate embrace, eager and ready to be impregnated by this wild boy. The song ends with an echoing note as we hold, feeling the pulse of life between us as our hearts race together. Then with a shared moan between us he begins a much more lewd, but much needed dance, long legs beginning to propel his arousal within me.

The slick squelch of mating took over for our chorus as I panted beneath the quickly bucking satyr atop my back. His hands pinching at my pert nipples, firm and sensitive to each touch upon their pink flesh. Each motion sends that long, slender arousal burying deep within the plump folds of my heated sex. Tickling every inch of my cunny as his lap slapped against my butt with each thrust. The erotic motions and swaying of my hips steadily filling my lust as I panted and cried out with pleasure, full of trembling new pleasures. I bit my lip, a sharp pinch trying to ensure this wasn't a dream as I listened to the hot, pleasured breaths of the male atop me. A wonderful shiver of pleasure building up within my lap, replacing that hunger with a growing, tingling enjoyment.

The tense heat filled my womb with another growing need as I pawed and bucked my lap back into him. The steady, slippery squelch of mating hips making that pleasure quickly rise. I cried out, panting for breath, as the realization of our mating, being claimed by that wonderful buck just drove me on more. Soon that tightness was too much, a loud moaning of my pleasure and love called out for all to listen as I felt a spasm between within my sex. A musky, rich scent of girlcum welling out from my folds as the buck continued his steady, rhythmic breeding. Slick juices dribbling down our thighs as he grasped my hips, a bellow of enjoyment from him marking his release to be very close. I just let myself get lost in the rolling waves of pleasure running through my orgasm. I clenched my eyes shut, concentrating on the image of my belly, heavy with life in his arms, keeping my climax going as I shivered.

With a sudden finale Brightstep's hands grasped my hips tight and pulled them onto his lap. I felt that stiff penis flare within my loins, causing me to gasp out as he cried out my name proudly for all to hear. A sudden, gushing warmth splashed deep within, the sticky pulse of his semen making me shiver down my spine. Knowing that virile heat was buried deep within my fertile body, guaranteeing my imminent pregnancy with each firm motion of his hips. I grasped the ground tight as he continued to moan and shudder atop me, pulsing that sticky essence again and again to my eager womb. There was a blissful, tense moment as our bodies came together in climax, then the wonderful, soothing softness of afterglow rushed through our bodies. Panting for breath, sticky with sweat, cum from both of us oozing down our laps and thighs, marking our mating as definitely complete to the approval of the others present. A gentle pinch and slick touch of his lips and tongue tickled at my eartips, making me squirm and sending electrifying tingles of pleasure to rush through my sated sex. My heat quenched with that life giving seed as I panted, resting with his lap proudly atop mine, still buried within me to ensure every drop would fill my needy folds.

And I was quite at ease in that moment, savoring every little touch of his hands and body upon as well as within my body. The strong scent of sex and breeding mingling with the sweat of our exertion and perfume of the flower petals that we rest on. The warm, pleasant high of our afterglow being shared together as the audience began to slowly leave us together, in the middle of the village to rest. I knew for once I had definitely found that adventure I wanted, though definitely not in quite the form or body I expected, and that this would be just a taste of what was to come...