{"sf1_id":92048,"sf2_id":"J1OZ7Jgn","title":"Shattered Shards: Fey's Fancy","author":"Von Krieger","words":8350,"posted_at":"2009-06-24T05:14:00.000Z","tags":["Bisexual","Dragon","Gender Shifting","Hermaphrodite","Hyperphallic","Magic","Seduction","Soulmates","Taur","Teenagers","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/92048-shattered-shards-fey-s-fancy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OZ7Jgn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/56/34/56343eff-decb-49aa-9c2a-8cb89445dbac","description":"#23 of Shattered Shards","content":"Shattered Shards: Fey's Fancy  \nBy Von Krieger  \n  \nHelena could feel the presence of another person behind her. She wasn't sure how exactly she knew; it wasn't that her visitor was standing in  \n  \nthe light, making it difficult to read her romance novel, nor was it any sort of noise. The presence's approach had been perfectly quiet. And  \n  \nit could not be the scent of perfume upon the wind, as the gentle breeze was blowing into Helena's face, stirring her amethyst-colored hair,  \n  \ncausing it to tickle her shoulders and back.  \n  \nIt seemed that her hair had been growing faster than usual the past few weeks; she'd needed to get an inch or two lopped off every week.  \n  \nThings happened like that, the town of Maple Grove was situated upon the edge of a Feywood, a place where powerful magic saturated the very  \n  \nair. You could go walking in the woods, if you stuck to the paths and trails, but going off tended to result in rather odd things happening.  \n  \nHelena had been rather curious about the place and had decided to explore off the beaten path in her youth, and had gotten her mouse brown  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; hair permanently altered into its current coloration. She'd gone back a few more times, not having learned her lesson, each time returning  \n  \nwith a rather odd alteration to her coloration. Her skin had become a stark porcelain white, while her nails and lips (and other areas) had  \n  \nbecome a shade of lilac. The irises of her eyes were a stunning red-violet and at times seemed almost metallic. She was, by faerie  \n  \nmanipulation, a rather stunning beauty of the Gothic sort, though she didn't dress in that particular fashion. T-shirts and jeans were her  \n  \nusual thing, just something simple, plain, and a solid color, almost never black.  \n  \nHelena adored color, and each of her fingernails had been painted a different warm color, reds, yellows, and oranges mixed together. She was  \n  \nrather glad winter was over and that summer was on the way. It was why she sat out in the sunshine after school, enjoying the both the warmth  \n  \nand the breeze. It was the perfect temperature on the perfect day.  \n  \nHer nails weren't the only thing colored to welcome in the summer. Yellow and orange eye shadow surrounded her eyes, and the same warm shades  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; streaked her long bangs. She closed her eyes and removed her glasses, her need for them seemed to come and go. She seemed to be able to focus  \n  \nclearly on living things without a problem, but when it came to inanimate objects or reading, things got a little blurry.  \n  \nHelena smiled at the sight of the girl behind her; Thalia had been in her class since she was ten or eleven. The young woman was rather  \n  \ninteresting, as she was one of the residents of the Feywood, and one of two dozen or so that actually expressed an interest in the world  \n  \noutside of their woods and attended school with the normal people.  \n  \nWell, normal was a relative term. The students Helena went to school with were perfectly normal to her, but then again she'd been eight years  \n  \nold when two different dimensional representations of one world merged, the technological Earth fusing with the sorcerous Aerth to form Terra  \n  \nUnita.  \n  \nAlong with that came the addition of hundreds of sentient races, most of them humanoid, and as the James T. Kirk method of diplomacy found,  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; perfectly capable of interbreeding; even those that in the old world had been incapable of having children together. Elves and Orcs for  \n  \nexample.  \n  \nIn Helena's mind there wasn't any difference between the new races and herself, after all many of the former Earth residents had found  \n  \nthemselves changing as well when the worlds merged, becoming those new races. The alterations had followed family lines, her best friend's  \n  \nfather, a farmer, had become an eight foot tall troll, while her beautician mother had become a Nymph, and after the merge had taken up the  \n  \ntask of being liaison between the town dwellers and the Fey of the forest.  \n  \nAs a result Giselle had become the star of the Maple Grove High School defensive line, at over seven and a half feet in height and weight of  \n  \nthree hundred pounds. But despite the moss green hair, blue skin, and two-fanged underbite, she would be competing in the regional beauty  \n  \npageant over the summer. She had come quite a long way from the small, shy girl that had to be excused from gym class due to her asthma.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The girl that stood before Helena was a rather gorgeous beauty in her own right, and was even more shy that Giselle had been before her  \n  \novernight three foot growth spurt. Thalia was almost the inverse of Helena. While the human girl was colored with the tones of winter, Thalia  \n  \nwas shaded with the palette of summer.  \n  \nHer skin was a deep bronze, her lips a brilliant ruby red, her hair the brilliant green of new leaves, seeming to shimmer the colors of  \n  \nbrilliant flowers when it caught the light in just the right way. Her clothing was eclectic, a mishmash of styles and fashions, all in the  \n  \nbright, radiant hues of warmth and plant life, seldom even matching up with something on the opposite side of her body. But somehow it seemed  \n  \nto work, drawing out the girl's radiant beauty. It was quite a shame that she seemed painfully shy around non-Fey.  \n  \nThalia's wings buzzed with nervousness as she opened her mouth to speak, blushing deeply. She seemed to be some sort of faerie or pixie, but  \n  \non a human scale. Rather than a scant few inches, the Fey stood a hair over five feet, well below the six that Helena obtained even without  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; the use of heels.  \n  \nHelena found herself almost enraptured by the pantheon of color that the fey girl's wing produced when in the sunlight, a swiveling rainbow  \n  \nof color that was always in motion over the translucent surface of the filigree wings. It was only when Thalia drew in a soft breath that the  \n  \nhuman girl could move her gaze from those wings.  \n  \nThe human found herself wanting to wrap her arms around the faerie, to hug her close and ease her obvious nervousness at speaking to her.  \n  \nOddly she found herself wanting to do more than that, to snuggle up with the small, shy fey, to run her fingers through her hair, to nibble  \n  \nplayfully on the tips of those pointed ears, and perhaps after the cuddling to...  \n  \n\"Um...\" Thalia said softly, finally managing to make a sound, \"W-w-would you...\"  \n  \nThe words seemed to pull Helena out of her oddly lustful haze. She'd never had any interest in anything like that, especially not with  \n  \nanother girl. There was an odd tightness in her chest, one that wasn't entirely unpleasant that accompanied the thoughts, but it stopped the  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; moment the faerie girl had spoken.  \n  \nEmbarrassed by her stutter, Thalia let the rest of the words out rapid fire, \"liketogooutwithmetonight?\" she said, wincing and then peering  \n  \nup at Helena with a hopeful look in her eyes.  \n  \nIt was Helena's turn to stammer. She'd never been asked out on a date before. Sure, she'd had them, but she'd always been the one doing the  \n  \nasking. All the boys, for some reason, had always had the idea that she was taken, and they could never explain the reasoning why. And Helena  \n  \nhad never had an interest in her own gender before.  \n  \n\"Y-you mean like a date?\" Helena asked softly, her eyes meeting Thalia's. For the first time she noticed they were the same color and shade  \n  \nas her own, right down to the reflective metallic appearance when the light hit them just so.  \n  \nThe faerie girl nodded rapidly, smiling as she did so.  \n  \nHelena wanted to think about it, to make a proper decision, but she found her lips moving without her brain's permission, \"Sure!\" she heard  \n  \nherself saying, \"I'd absolutely love to!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Great!\" Thalia said, the blush fading, suddenly appearing more confidant, \"I'll meet you up at the Snack Shack where we can get some burgers  \n  \nand fries or something, and then we can go across town to the movie theater.\"  \n  \n\"How are we going to get there? I don't have a car, and I've never seen you so much as get into one...\" Fey and iron didn't mix particularly  \n  \nwell.  \n  \nThere was a soft popping sound as Thalia disappeared from Helena's view, and another soft pop from behind her as the faerie reappeared.  \n  \n\"I'll teleport us.\" She said with a musical giggle that warmed Helena's heart; it was like a mix of melodious bells and somehow gave her the  \n  \nsensation of a faint caress, as well as bringing the scent of freshly sliced oranges to her nose.  \n  \nHelena found herself smiling as well, curious as to how the magical travel world feel, \"Umm... okay.\" She said, finding herself now the one  \n  \nwith the blush, \"How does six o'clock sound?\"  \n  \n\"Six would be just fine.\" Thalia said softly, standing on her tip toes, allowing her ruby red lips to press against Helena's pale amethyst  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ones. \"You might want to head home and change, though.\"  \n  \nThere was another soft pop, and a momentary tingle over Helena's body, and she found herself suddenly standing in front of her house, rather  \n  \nthan in the schoolyard as she'd been before.  \n  \nThalia was nowhere to be seen, but she was right. Helena's school clothes felt more than a little bit uncomfortable, and she was most  \n  \ncertainly going to wear something a bit nicer on their date.  \n  \nThe girl hummed happily to herself as she bounded up the front stairs, making her way to her room. She was positively giddy, she actually had  \n  \na date!  \n  \nThe fact that it was with another woman oddly never seemed to cross her mind.  \n  \n-o-  \n  \nHelena had showered, her amethyst hair drying out rather quickly, as it always did, it never tangled, and was always soft, sleek, and  \n  \nperfect. It had most certainly gotten longer when she was in school, as it hung halfway down her back. She usually had it cut to just below  \n  \nher shoulders.  \n  \nThough the odd thing was that none of her clothes seemed to fit comfortably; they were always too tight in the chest and hips, while too  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; broad in the waist. The pant legs of most of the trousers she'd tried on ended several inches above her ankles. It was rather strange, as if  \n  \nshe'd grown somehow during school.  \n  \nShe turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror, gasping softly at what she saw. She hadn't merely gotten taller; her build had almost  \n  \nentirely changed. She looked like an athletic supermodel; well toned muscles beneath alabaster skin, and her curves were incredible. She  \n  \nblinked at her reflection and found that her facial features had been altered a bit as well. Her lips were fuller; her eyes were a touch  \n  \nbigger and had an Asiatic cant to them. Her pupils looked... odd. Narrower than they were supposed to be, but not the narrow slits of a cat  \n  \nor a snake.  \n  \nThe most interesting change, however, was her ears; they came to points. She looked like one of the half-fey girls that she'd seen visiting  \n  \nfrom the forest. In fact with the colors her body had long since sported, she looked very much like one of the Winter faeries, though she  \n  \nlacked the wings.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; There was a soft pop behind her, and Helena turned, expecting Thalia to have snuck into her room, but instead she found a bundle placed on  \n  \nher bed. The bundle was white and smooth, wrapped with a reddish purple ribbon the shade of Helena's eyes. And Thalia's, her mind added.  \n  \nThe human girl untied the ribbon, unfolding the covering, which was a rather beautiful and soft quilt made of white and green silk. One side  \n  \nwas pure white, the other a deep, emerald green, like summer grass.  \n  \nContained within the bundle was an outfit for Helena to wear. It wasn't something she would have chosen for herself. She liked the look of  \n  \nthe latex halter top, the coloration perfectly matching with her hair, laces upon the sides a radiant silver, the edges of the garment  \n  \noutlined in black.  \n  \nShe couldn't help but slip it on, her hands moving to lace it up with quick motions that seemed so skilled and practiced that she'd been  \n  \nwearing such things for most of her life. It fit her enlarged bust and new proportions perfectly. It felt wonderful against her skin, like no  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; article of clothing had ever felt upon her before. The halter felt... natural somehow. Like it was what she was meant to be wearing.  \n  \nShe slid on the next item placed in the package, a pair of leather pants, pure black save for along the seams where it become that delicious  \n  \nshade of purple that Helena's hair was colored. The smooth leather was wondrous against her bare skin, the pants hugging her curves in just  \n  \nthe right way; they were tight enough to give some resistance, seeming almost as if they were caressing her bare flesh, especially that of  \n  \nher loins.  \n  \nHelena could feel herself growing aroused, but there was no wetness or moisture coming from her, just a low, dull, oddly cool ache. It felt  \n  \nstrangely good; it didn't compel her to act upon it, as past arousal had. It wasn't a fire, hot, intense, needing to be fed. Instead Helena's  \n  \narousal was a solid, patient, cool thing; something that would grow slowly and steadily, that would be clean, that would lay in wait until  \n  \nthe proper moment. It was a lust that she would control, not a lust that would control her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She smiled and ran a fingertip over her leather clad groin, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. Everything that was happening was  \n  \nrather strange, but Helena was enjoying it, with a cool interest and curiosity. Someone, most likely Thalia, had altered her and given her a  \n  \ngift.  \n  \nThe human girl realized that she was thinking and feeling a bit differently than usual, but it didn't worry her. The thoughts that came  \n  \nthrough her head and the feelings that came from her heart were most definitely not of a harmful nature. They weren't compelling her to  \n  \nperform crazed acts of passion, or send her into a frenzy of self-pleasure. No, the thoughts that filled her mind were those of cool  \n  \nenjoyment and interest, crystalline clarity of logic and insight.  \n  \nTruth be told, she rather liked the way her mind focused on one thing at a time before moving on to the next matter. If it remained, this  \n  \nmental state would help her tremendously with her schoolwork. She liked the confidence that filled her, the patient intellectual capacity  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; that told her to accept what she was becoming, if only to see if she would soon discover the source of her alteration, and if it could  \n  \npotentially be reversed. Or possibly enhanced.  \n  \nA smile spread across her lilac lips as she slipped on the fingerless leather gloves. They matched her pants, black with purple seams, but  \n  \nthey reached up to just past her elbows, adorned with silver laces. They too seemed to caress her skin, to add to the pleasant ache in her  \n  \nloins, to make her feel more natural, more complete.  \n  \nThe boots that had been provided were also not something she'd have worn if given the choice. She'd always thought platform heels were  \n  \nsomething for sluts and hookers, but the pair she had been given felt so good upon her feet. She took a few practice steps in them, nearly  \n  \nbanging her head against the ceiling fan. They added several inches to her already enhanced height. Any bigger and she was going to have to  \n  \nstart ducking under some door frames. She liked the additional weight upon her feet; it seemed effortless to move, but it somehow added a  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; sense of might and purpose to her movements, a strength and decisiveness in each footfall of her powerful, graceful body.  \n  \nHelena admired herself in the mirror, liking what she saw. She looked absolutely gorgeous, the bright silver and purple in stark contrast  \n  \nagainst the coloration of her white skin and the black leather. Though the dye in her bangs and the polish on her nails looked out of place.  \n  \nThe girl turned, admiring her almost Amazonian body, cocking a hip to strike a sexy pose. She could feel an odd bit of tightness on the hip,  \n  \nas if something had been placed in the pocket, though there was no bulge in the leather to confirm it.  \n  \nShe reached in and found a silver comb. It was metal, but Helena could tell that it wasn't steel, but proper silver. The handle was  \n  \nintricately crafted in a snowflake pattern, a near magenta gem, matching her eyes, set into the back of the handle.  \n  \nShe smiled and ran it through her hair, giggling a little as she saw the warm colors of her dyed hair fade away, replaced by deep blues and  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; shades of metallic silver. Gripping the comb had also changed the colors of her nails upon that hand, and when she brushed the fingers of the  \n  \nother over it, those nails changed as well.  \n  \nHelena laughed and planted a kiss upon the comb, which began to change as she held it; the sharp tines folding in upon one another,  \n  \nelongating into thin wires, forming into an exquisite metal collar, the fuchsia gem growing larger. The girl smiled and placed it around her  \n  \nneck, delighting in the cold feel of the metal. Even as it hugged her pale skin, it grew no warmer. Helena actually found the chill rather  \n  \npleasant.  \n  \nShe looked at her reflection once more, and found that the kiss had turned her lips a shade of navy, and had added lilac and magenta eye  \n  \nshadow to her eyes in the blend and pattern she preferred. She looked perfect, sexy, stunning, like some sort of ice princess of the fey, or  \n  \nsomething of the like. All she lacked was the one bestial trait that most fey seemed to display, be it wings, a tail, hooves, horns, claws,  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; or...  \n  \nThe girl's grin widened, seeing the elongated canines within her mouth. She realized that she also looked rather like some interpretations of  \n  \na vampire. But she had no hunger for blood. Though the burgers, chicken strips, French fries, and milkshakes the Snack Shack provided sounded  \n  \nquite good.  \n  \nIt was then that she looked up at the clock, and found that two hours had passed in the span of what seemed like minutes. Her eyes widened at  \n  \nthe sight; she would be late. There was no way she could make the walk in a few minutes. How had she lost track of time? She needed to be  \n  \nthere right...  \n  \nThere was a soft popping sound before Helena could finish her thought.  \n  \n-o-  \n  \n...now?  \n  \nHelena blinked several times, finding herself standing in the park across from the Snack Shack. She couldn't see the place, as she seemed to  \n  \nbe standing in a hollow space in the midst of several lilac bushes, but she could smell the scent of fried food upon the air.  \n  \nShe turned and saw her date, the small fey girl leaping up into her arms, Thalia's legs wrapping around her waist. The fey felt wonderfully  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; warm, almost hot, and the heat of her ruby red lips was almost painful as they pressed against the twin sapphires that were Helena's.  \n  \nThe fey's tongue slipped into her mouth, hot, slick, and tasting strongly of delicious honey; it brought the ache within Helena surging  \n  \nupward several degrees in intensity. She hugged the pixie to her, running her fingertips over the forest green tube top and miniskirt that  \n  \nThalia was wearing, delighting in both the warmth and the sleek feel of the fabric against her fingertips. She found herself returning  \n  \nThalia's kiss, but her tongue felt strange, it seemed to lengthen the more it entered the fey's mouth, curling around the girl's own tongue.  \n  \nHelena didn't mind it at all, it felt so much nicer, and it allowed her to taste more of the delicious honey.  \n  \nA dull ache had appeared between her shoulder blades, accompanied by an incredible feeling of pulling and stretching, as if her skin and bone  \n  \nhad become elastic, and was being tugged back several feet. That sensation also seemed to drive up Helena's arousal, making her crave more of  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; it. She loved the cold ache within her belly, as it seemed to make everything brighter and more vibrant, more intense.  \n  \nThe leather and latex upon her skin made her want to lay back, to gently wriggle and shift to feel the sleekness upon her skin, Thalia's  \n  \ndelicious heat against her body made her want to press the winged fey against a nearby tree and grind against her, to press together in  \n  \nsweet, teasing passion. Helena wanted to press the fey tighter and tighter against herself, to envelope her, to wrap her up in her own flesh  \n  \nand keep her close forever.  \n  \nShe felt warmth against her back, a lot of Thalia's warmth, and a feeling of soft and sleek skin sliding over soft and sleek skin. The fey  \n  \nfinally broke the kiss, panting as she did so, grinding against Helena. She let out a soft, pleading moan that made the human girl grin.  \n  \nShe slipped her hands beneath the fey's skirt, gripping her rump tightly, digging her nails into the fey's silk-clad rump. She also tilted  \n  \nher head, leaning downward, kissing Thalia's neck, taking the soft, tanned flesh into her mouth, and biting down as hard as she could.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The fey's skin did not break, but the dam of pleasure inside her that had been overflowing, preventing the hot surge of power within her from  \n  \ngushing forth did. Thalia let out a loud cry of sheer bliss, her body going rigid in Helena's arms.  \n  \nThe pixie hugged Helena tightly, her body shuddering every few moments as aftershocks of her powerful climax poured through her. Helena sunk  \n  \nto her knees, running her fingertips through her date's silken green hair.  \n  \nShe could finally see the result of the odd sensation from her back: wings: huge, membranous, bat-like wings. The struts and supports were  \n  \nthe same white as her skin; however the thick translucent membrane between them was that same shade of gorgeous amethyst that adorned  \n  \nHelena's head and that she had come to love.  \n  \nHer wings had a wicked, cruel beauty to them. They were the wings of a demon, bat-like, sporting a thumb with a wicked silver claw at the  \n  \nbase, and each of the struts ending in a massive six-inch spike. The silver talons were too large for Helena's mind to identify them as  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; claws.  \n  \nShe loved them; they felt right on her body, a proper addition to her form. She'd seen similar wings on fey visitors to the town, though none  \n  \nof the fey girls in the school had them in this particular style.  \n  \nHelena realized she looked like a proper faerie now, though with her height and build she looked more like one of the Grimm Fey, ogres,  \n  \ntrolls, and the like. She held Thalia, petting the small faerie gently as she recovered from the intense sensation that surged though her.  \n  \n\"I... I'm sorry.\" She whispered, \"I didn't think my magic would get this out of control, but...\"  \n  \nHelena put an ivory finger to Thalia's lips, \"Hush. Don't apologize for something that I'm enjoying just as much as you are, even though I'm  \n  \nnot climaxing over it.\" She teased, \"Just explain to me what's going on, so that I can understand it, okay?\"  \n  \nThalia blushed and nodded, \"It'll... be a few more minutes before the...\" she let out a soft moan, \"power surges pass and I can concentrate.\"  \n  \nHelena chuckled and coaxed the small faerie from her body. She stood and spread her wings, feeling the warm sunshine upon the dark membranes  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; for a few moments before she folded them up, making them fall over her shoulders like a cloak as she did so.  \n  \n\"Will you be alright waiting here, then? I'll go order us some food, and then we can have a picnic right here, okay?\" she said, her sapphire  \n  \nlips parting in a fanged grin.  \n  \nThe small fey smiled and nodded her agreement.  \n  \n-o-  \n  \n\"I'm a prime example of why you shouldn't mix prominent Fey bloodlines.\" Thalia explained as she dipped some of her fries into her milkshake.  \n  \n\"Most magical creatures have a destiny, and with Fey that destiny usually determines what a lot of your powers and abilities will be, and how  \n  \nyou'll use them.\"  \n  \n\"The reason you're changing like you do whenever I've got strong feelings of affection, or umm.... lust, is due to a mixture of bloodlines.  \n  \nI'm part Echo, from the Narcissus story. It's not quite as bad as that, but the one you love will always end up fading away and leaving you  \n  \nheartbroken. In the old world it would usually be some sort of wasting disease, usually cancer.\"  \n  \n\"But if you mix an Echo with a Lillithkith, a monster mother or monster maker, rather than wasting away, you have the Fey-bonded individual  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; slowly becoming more monstrous and bestial. You then add in a Nymph. Nymph and Echo mean that you end up kind of like a dark succubus; you  \n  \ndrain life from anyone you make love to. Nymph and Lillithkith mean that anyone who has sex with you transforms.\"  \n  \n\"You put all three together, and the Fey will end up transforming the one they love into a monster, but the magic will only happen when  \n  \nthere's something to do with lust, arousal, or affection involved.\"  \n  \nHelena nodded, listening in fascination as the pixie-girl spoke. She had always wanted to talk to Thalia, to learn about the world of the  \n  \nFey, but the faerie had always been too shy to approach Helena, and for some reason she'd always kept her distance.  \n  \nThalia sighed, \"My ancestors weren't members of a court or anything, they didn't really exercise any discretion or anything when they were  \n  \nchoosing lovers. So I get Echo, Nymph, and Lillithkin from my mother, and guess what my father is?\"  \n  \nThe pixie leaves no time for Helena to guess, which is just as well, as the transformed human is quite enjoying the sensations of ripping  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; apart chicken strips with her new, sharpened teeth.  \n  \n\"Half-mortal Brother of Balance. Means that for his seasonal magic thingy that all Fey get, you're going to have a twin that's the complete  \n  \nopposite season. And his mortal half is some sort of humanoid something or other that almost never has a multiple birth. The type of  \n  \nreproduction always comes from the father, after all. No matter what the female's bits are like.\"  \n  \nShe took a long gulp of her milkshake, \"So if the father is like some big, scaly, sleek, sexy lizardman...\" Thalia began, seeming to absently  \n  \nfondle one of her breasts through her green tube top.  \n  \n\"The mortal woman will find herself with her belly growing rapidly, looking like she's going through pregnancy at an accelerated rate. But  \n  \nrather than giving birth to a baby, she'll be laying an egg, or two, or three. Or if she's coupled with a frogman with a bit of Fey blood,  \n  \nseveral hundred.\"  \n  \nHelena let out a soft gasp as she felt the cool weight of her lust growing again, like an iceberg adrift in a frigid, turbulent sea. The salt  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; water splashing up onto the surface and pooling there, slowly freezing in the chill air.  \n  \nSomething seemed to slither from her backside, brushing against the smooth leather of her pants, pulled tight over her plentiful rump. She  \n  \nturned her head to see a thin, two foot length bending from side to side, growing inch by inch with each passing moment. She giggled and  \n  \nseized her growing tail in her hands, her nails long and pointed, not quite claws yet, but well on their way.  \n  \nShe shivered with delight as pleasurable sensations went through her as she stroked the new addition, running her fingertips over the  \n  \nunderside especially. Her fixation upon it seemed to draw more attention to it.  \n  \nThalia didn't seem to have noticed that Helena was changing again, nor that she was almost outright playing with herself as she continued to  \n  \nspeak, \"So as a Summer fey, born an only child I'm lacking my Winter balance. But with my Echo heritage pretty thinned out, I'm not exactly  \n  \nforced to do the changes, or limited to someone I have an attraction to.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"But eventually I had no choice but to pick somebody to be my Winter, destiny demanded it. I trained for awhile, to keep my talents in check  \n  \nso I don't end up fantasizing over some woman in the street and end up giving her hooves, or claws, or a big, thick, sweet, throbbing monster  \n  \ncock.\" The Fey said, licking her lips.  \n  \n\"Everything is all tied together with me. I have to pick someone who I'll be bonded to very, very deeply, who will become a sort of mirror of  \n  \nme, my sister in Winter. But destiny also demands that I fall in love with her and because we are the balance for one another, she would be  \n  \ncoaxed into falling in love with me as well.\"  \n  \nThe fey's fingers began to slip beneath her miniskirt, rubbing the lips of her sex through her already soaked panties, \"Though it wouldn't be  \n  \na problem at first. It would take awhile for the two of us to link up.\"  \n  \nHelena crawled over to the Fey, her forked tongue tracing over her neck, \"And you found me wandering in the forest one day, thought I was  \n  \ncute, and we played together, didn't we? Back when we were little?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thalia nodded, moaning with pleasure as Helena's taloned hands found their way to the pixie's breasts.  \n  \n\"But the Feywood being the Feywood, the power was of a beguiling nature, wasn't it? Meant to coax and compel me to stay. But each time we  \n  \nmet, I always went home, always forgot, and always came back. Until the day I walked out of the woods with bone white skin and my mother  \n  \nforbade me from playing there.\"  \n  \nThalia gasped and shoved Helena over, \"Oh goddess, I need... need...\"  \n  \nThe dragon-like girl gripped her lover's body, and with an almost superhuman strength lifted her and spun her around. Helena growled and tore  \n  \nopen the fey's panties with her sharp teeth, sending her reptilian tongue questing inside after the thick, honey-like juices.  \n  \nThalia sighed happily, her needful lust being deliciously quenched. She leaned down and took Helena's tail in her hands, the new appendage  \n  \nnow over four feet in length and as thick around as the girl's wrist. The fey ran her tongue over the underside, \"Beautiful,\" she murmured to  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; herself.  \n  \n\"I've been... mmm... following you since the day you didn't come back, but always at school. I... l-left the forest to follow you, but y-you  \n  \ndidn't remember me, so I... oh gods... have been waiting until destiny forced me to come to you, when I couldn't help but start changing you.  \n  \nS-since yesterday morning, we're both of age and as a Nymph I... I can't help but lust for you.\"  \n  \nHelena's tail continued to grow, its length nearing six feet, and showing no signs of slowing. Thalia's caresses with hands, lips, and tongue  \n  \nfelt wonderful, giving Helena a sense of erotic, sensual pleasure. It wasn't quite sexual, but it was close and if Helena abandoned her  \n  \nrestraint to finally allow her lust to spill forth, it would likely be able to bring her to climax with the sweet stimulation.  \n  \nThalia moaned delightfully, the wild, lustful, vibrant bastion of Summer that she was, all hot, vibrant passion and oppressive heat. Days and  \n  \nnights in summer would come and go, taking the heat with them. Summer's lusts were many and fleeting, Winter's pleasures, however, were  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; gradual in their coming, and then clamping down in a powerful embrace that would not let up until the Spring thaw. She wriggled and writhed  \n  \nand bucked against Helena's probing tongue and questing lips.  \n  \n\"I... I love your tail, Helena.\" Thalia whispered, the new limb fully formed now, a full nine feet in length, \"If I concentrate really hard  \n  \nfor awhile, I can reverse changes. But...\" she planted a kiss upon the tip of her lover's tail, the white skin turning purple. Thalia watched  \n  \nas black spikes began emerging from the top and bottom of the tailtip, an amethyst membrane, like that of the girl's wings, forming between  \n  \nthem.  \n  \n\"But I want you to have this always.\" She finished, letting out a delighted cry as Helena made a loop in her tongue, encircling the pixie's  \n  \nclit for a moment as she withdrew, for just a moment.  \n  \n\"So do I.\" the Winter Fey said softly, \"I want to keep all of this. I just... I... oooh!\" she moaned, arching her back.  \n  \nA cold chill shot down her spine, spreading through her bones. Her legs felt numb for a moment, pops and cracks heard from them as well as a  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; low grinding sound as bones reshaped. The leather of Helena's pants groaned as the flesh and bones beneath them shifted around, the mass  \n  \nmoving around to take on a new shape.  \n  \nAlso shifting were the Winter Fey's boots, the purple latex reshaping itself, the toes of the boots opening to allow the heavy claws of  \n  \nHelena's transformed feet to emerge without wrecking the beautiful footwear. The shining silver talons seemed to only add to the beauty of  \n  \nHelena's attire.  \n  \nHer entire stance had changed; she would now walk upon the balls of her feet. She gasped once more as her feet continued to alter, five toes  \n  \nbecoming three, her lower leg shrinking, her feet lengthening, the tilt and elevation of her boots similarly shifting to match her new gait.  \n  \nWhat was more, the muscles within them felt different, Helena found herself almost 'clutching' at her boots, an action that became truer as  \n  \nthe heels of her boots parted, allowing a fourth toe to extend from the back, allowing her to perch like a bird of prey upon a ledge or  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; rooftop.  \n  \nThe cold need within Helena was beginning to warm, though she was content to let it continue to build and grow. Thalia let out a soft cry, a  \n  \nsweet torrent flowing forth from her sex that Helena greedily lapped up. The Summer Fey virtually collapsed atop her lover, where she lay for  \n  \nseveral minutes. Helena continued her ministrations, but slower, more gentle, coaxing out a dozen small aftershocks of climax, bringing her  \n  \nlover down slowly from her powerful climactic high.  \n  \nThalia stood, offering a hand to help the much larger Helena to her feet. The offer made them both giggle. Somehow Helena had grown once  \n  \nmore, the pixie looking more and more like a true, tiny flitting Fey as time went on. Helena estimated her height at close to seven feet, and  \n  \nthat was before she included the platform heels and her altered stance.  \n  \nThalia hugged her, almost purring as she pressed her cheek against the smooth skin of Helena's midsection. The powerful new Fey ran a hand  \n  \nover her snow white skin, so smooth it almost seemed to gleam. It also felt wonderfully soft to the touch, yet just beyond it was the  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; hardness of solid, powerful muscle, giving Helena great strength.  \n  \nShe reached down and lifted her lover into her arms, curling her wings around the small Fey. She ran her taloned fingers through her lover's  \n  \nemerald hair.  \n  \n\"Y-you're okay with us being... you know...\" Thalia said softly, her old shyness returning.  \n  \nHelena chuckled, \"Why wouldn't I be? I feel so wonderful like this. I absolutely love all the changes, though my parents are going to freak  \n  \nout if they see this...\"  \n  \nThalia blushed, \"Umm... sorry. I might be able to teach you a disguise spell, but it only fools vision.\"  \n  \n\"Don't worry about it. My parents aren't all that touchy-feely, and they're usually working. How do you think I managed to give my babysitter  \n  \nthe slip and come and see you in order for you to start all of this, hmm?\" she purred, nuzzling her lover's neck.  \n  \n\"B-but I can't stop changing you. If there's something I think of that's sexy, I won't be able to... mmm...\"  \n  \nThalia's protests were silenced by a tender kiss from the Winter Fey. Helena felt the bones in her face and neck popping as she adoringly  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; kissed her soulmate. Her jaw began to press out into a short, blunt, boxy muzzle filled with sharp teeth. Her neck lengthened a few inches,  \n  \ngranting her a somewhat serpentine appearance.  \n  \nHelena could feel the Summer Fey's body heat rising as she began to grow aroused once again. She slipped her taloned fingers beneath Thalia's  \n  \nskirt, eager to caress and pleasure her lover in any way she could. It was her destiny to be her twin's balance, to quench her lusts and  \n  \nfulfill her desires.  \n  \nAs she toyed with her lover's tongue Helena felt a gentle pressure upon her temples, her slek, smooth skin parting painlessly to allow  \n  \nsilvery horns to grow. She ran the thumb of one of her wings over the new growth, delighted with the shape and sensation.  \n  \nThey were perfectly smooth and cold to the touch, much like ice. They also resembled icicles in their ribbed shape; through they were far  \n  \nmore even and curved along with the roundness of her skull. But like the frozen lances, her horns split apart. A second set began to grow  \n  \noutward, and then a third, each smaller than the previous set. They followed the curve of her brow as well as the contours of her hairline,  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; adding definition to her heart-shaped face.  \n  \nA stiff breeze managed to penetrate the leafy surroundings, making Helena's amethyst hair stir, tickling her wings, back, and the top of her  \n  \ntail. Her hair seemed to grow a few inches longer with each change. Once more she used her wings to explore her new additions as her hands  \n  \nwere full of moaning, dripping, lustful pixie. Helena's hair looked more radiant, more lustrous, and yet the coloration had become deeper and  \n  \nmore vibrant.  \n  \n\"So, Thalia, how many more times do I have to pleasure you until we can sit through an entire showing of the movie?\" the beast-girl purred.  \n  \nThalia gasped and panted, grinding against her love's hand, \"Mmm... I think about four or five.\"  \n  \n\"Well then, we better hurry up, or else we'll miss the 10 o'clock showing...\"  \n  \n-o-  \n  \nThe film wasn't all that great, the usual popcorn flick with guns and explosions, but Helena enjoyed it all the same. Sitting in one of the  \n  \ntheater's oversized seats for some of the larger Aerth races with Thalia curled up in her lap was enough to make the movie worth the price of  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; admission.  \n  \nDespite having eaten before the showing, Thalia emptied a large bag of popcorn, a box of malted milk balls, and went back for refills on her  \n  \nlarge soda. Twice. It wasn't surprising, as a Summer Fey, deeply aligned with elemental fire, it only made sense that she had a metabolism  \n  \nlike a furnace. Also likely a holdover from the normally small pixies, who would have to eat quite a bit in a day, even with magic, in order  \n  \nto maintain body heat.  \n  \nThalia, almost half her lover's size, had sat atop the soft cushion provided by Helena's tail, which had grown longer and thicker during the  \n  \nshow, it was about half again as long as it had been before, making it almost twice Helena's height.  \n  \nAs the film's explosive climax came, Helena felt something sympathetic stirring within her loins, the solid icy feeling of her lust beginning  \n  \nto melt. It had grown to glacier proportions, and for the first time she found herself growing eager for its release.  \n  \nShe felt Thalia beginning to grow a bit anxious in her lap, the honeyed scent of the faerie's arousal upon the air. The smaller fey shifted  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; position in Helena's lap, straddling her soulmate's hips.  \n  \n\"Oh my love, I... I don't think I can...\" she panted, slipping her hands beneath Helena's halter, caressing the navy blue nipples atop the  \n  \nplentiful orbs.  \n  \nHelena drew in a sharp breath between just as sharp teeth at the sensation. Summer's flame had reached the icy recesses of her desire, and  \n  \nthreatened to release it all in an avalanche of carnal need.  \n  \n\"I've been trying to avoid this, but I... I just can't stop... mmm... thinking about it.\"  \n  \nThe Winter Fey could feel a gentle pressure within her belly, where the frozen tide of her need was scarcely contained. She felt it oozing  \n  \nslowly downward towards her sex. She gasped softly as Thalia's small hands slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, the caresses she had  \n  \nspent the better part of an hour delivering upon her love now returned in kind.  \n  \nHer netherlips felt strangely puffy and thick, her clitoris almost painfully swollen, causing her to cry out. Despite herself, she began to  \n  \nfeel a blush spreading across her cheeks, her gaze darting to the some of the other theatre patrons, some of whom were just a seat or two  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; away.  \n  \n\"We're Fey, Helena,\" Thalia whispered, her small tongue tracing over the smooth, sleek, almost slick skin of Helena's breast. It almost shone  \n  \nlike a mirror, so smooth was it. She looked like an ice sculpture made warm and lively, the essence of hard, solid, translucent, reflective  \n  \nice somehow transmuted into comparatively soft, mobile flesh that somehow still managed to retain all the primal characteristics of ice.  \n  \n\"No mortal eyes can pierce the veil of our kind when souls merge for a moment. It is a beautiful, powerful event the likes of which would  \n  \ndrive them to tears of pure joy. That and all the screen rooms have been enchanted just so two Fey can make love here without being noticed.  \n  \nA centaur could blow his load in your popcorn and you'd never notice. You'd just think you've had your fill of popcorn and spilled your drink  \n  \non yourself.\" She said with a giggle.  \n  \nHelena found herself fixating on the image of the centaur, the huge, broad, powerful, very well endowed semi-equine race. She wondered what  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; it would be like to walk around on four legs, but even more she found herself thinking of the big, thick, hot, dripping, throbbing horse-cock  \n  \nthat put those of mortal men to shame.  \n  \nMost people didn't realize that the size of the equine phallus was due to the similarly large size of the horse. Humanoids had one of the  \n  \nlarger ratios of body size to male genital ratios in all of the animal kingdom. Mix in a bit of humanoid blood onto a large, quadrupedal  \n  \nframe, and you would put anyone hung like a horse to shame.  \n  \n\"Oooh, what are you thinking about?\" Thalia purred, continuing to stroke her lover's still swelling nether regions, \"No wait, don't tell me,  \n  \nI want it to be a surprise!\"  \n  \nThe rapidly melting iceberg of Helena's lust now felt like it was outside her body, a few inches in front of her pussy. Or what used to be  \n  \nher pussy. The Winter Fey could feel Thalia's caresses, her fingers were no longer probing inside Helena, rather they were caressing two egg  \n  \nsized and shaped extensions of her labia and toyed with a fist-sized bulge that felt wonderfully sensitive.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Are... are you making me...?\" Helena managed, before the pixie slipped a finger into an opening upon the odd swelling, drawing a fluid rush  \n  \nfrom within her body.  \n  \n\"Kind of.\" Thalia admitted, \"To be my lover you have to be... well... a boy. But only technically. The rest of you I'm going to keep all  \n  \nwomen. All soft, sweet curves...\" she purred, her wings buzzing slightly with excitement.  \n  \n\"Any second now.\" She said with an anticipatory giggle, removing her hands from Helena's pants.  \n  \n\"Wh-wha?\" was all the serpentine Winter Fey had time to utter before a sudden surge of pleasure turned her iceberg into a torrential river  \n  \nsurging over its banks due to a flash flood.  \n  \nThe sensations were more than anything Helena's mortal mind could describe, the only thing that she could think to describe the sensation was  \n  \n'right.' Her new member formed almost at once upon having the foundation laid for it. The cloth of Helena's undergarmets tore as her massive  \n  \nshaft sprung free, right into Thalia's awaiting depths. Both lovers howled with bliss at the sensations.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The thick, horse-like prick was about the same size as one of Thalia's legs, but thicker around, its girth remaining constant throughout the  \n  \ntwo and a half foot length. It widened just as it exited Helena's new sheath into an interesting ring, smooth navy flesh continued  \n  \nuninterrupted until the 15-inch mark, where a second ring formed. Beyond that it ceased being equine.  \n  \nUpon the sides of the shaft were semicircular ridges, and upon the top and bottom were placed marble-sized bumps. Between the two features,  \n  \nan occasional triangular section of the length seemed to fold away, coming to a point. The head of the organ, though Helena couldn't quite  \n  \nfeel it, buried as it was in Thalia's womb, was spade shaped, the base where the mighty phallus' head started quickly swelling as it had  \n  \nreached its target.  \n  \n\"Oh gods, Helena! I didn't mean for you to... OOOOH!\" the pixie cried, \"I was just daydreaming about all my favorite features of... oh those  \n  \nspines feel incredible! And I... I...\"  \n  \nThe pixie was silenced as her head was pushed into a massive breast. The young faerie got the message, and put her tongue to better uses than  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; talking.  \n  \n\"Oooh! Stop!\" Thalia cried, turning her head to the side, \"Not this way! I need to... like... like a...\"  \n  \nThe howled with delight as Helena gripped her with taloned hands, turning her fully 180 degrees on her shaft. The Winter Fey snarled and  \n  \nclosed her eyes. With a soft pop the two went from the theater to the restroom. Without any lap to sit on, Thalia hung from the air, impaled  \n  \nupon Helena's perfect sextoy of a cock. The Summer Fey gripped the top of the stall door as her soulmate pounded into her, mating her like a  \n  \nbeast, just as she had wanted.  \n  \nShe felt the weight of Helena's forearms upon her shoulders as the reptilian Fey gripped the top of the stall as well. But the shadow that  \n  \nfell over her, blocking the fluorescent light seemed to be growing.  \n  \nThalia opened her eyes to see powerful reptilian paws to either side of her head, three large, but dexterous toes in the front, and a fourth  \n  \nin the back. Similar to the paws Helena already sported, but these were more like a creature's forepaws, and they most certainly weren't  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; hands.  \n  \nThrough her delight Thalia managed to focus, to send forth her mental eye to see what was going on, something to explain the growing sense of  \n  \nweight upon her back.  \n  \nHer pleasure seemed almost redoubled by the sight she saw; a new torso was rapidly forming between Helena's waist and her legs, granting  \n  \nThalia's wish of truly being mated like a beast, and adopting Helena's curiosity about walking around on four legs. The she-beast's cock  \n  \nswelled within Thalia, bringing her close to the limits of comfort for even her magic-infused flesh.  \n  \nTears of pleasurable pain leaked from the pixie's eyes as she watched herself being mounted by her one true love, even as Helena's body  \n  \nbecame more bestial. Her humanoid midsection was narrowing, though her bust was expanding just a bit, still. Her wings were rapidly growing  \n  \nin size, allowing them to carry her much increased mass, moving to a position upon the join between humanoid and bestial torsos.  \n  \nHer lengthened and thickened tail looked much more natural coming from the rump of a powerful, broad-hipped and shouldered draconic form, the  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; form of the Winter Fey's new lower body that of a large, powerful, entirely male dragon. Well, a male dragon whose musculature adhered to  \n  \nThalia's ideals of feminine beauty.  \n  \nThe near-dragoness' taloned hands massaged her plentiful breasts, which she would discern later to be an interaction between a humanoid's  \n  \nbust and a dragon's wing muscles, much like the trait enhancement of a Centaur. But for the moment she was fully absorbed in curling her  \n  \ntongue around a plump navy nipple, seeking to wring all the pleasure she could out of her first climax as a True Fey.  \n  \nShe growled, she snarled, her silver-taloned forepaws crushed the metal of the stall divider as she brutally thrust into the tiny fey beneath  \n  \nher. As hard as she pulled back, the swollen knot at the base of her cockhead prevented her from pulling out of Thalia entirely. If not for  \n  \nthe supernatural strength of the Fey, each time she withdrew she'd have pulled her lover free from the divider. She wasn't sure how Thalia  \n  \ncould fit nearly three-feet of monstercock within her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was magic. It was destiny. Helena had become exactly what her soulmate had desired, and the diminutive pixie could take the massive shaft  \n  \nfor that same reason. No matter the size, the shape, the sheer power with which the she-dragon thrust into her mate, Thalia would suffer no  \n  \nill effects. Physics and biology were forced to the side, content only to watch.  \n  \nIt was fate. Nothing else mattered aside from the love and pleasure of two Fey, one Summer, one Winter, one tiny, one massive, one mundane,  \n  \none monstrous, one female, one shemale.  \n  \nTwo minds.  \n  \nTwo bodies.  \n  \nBut one pure, immortal soul between the two of them, bound in balance, now and forever more.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Shattered Shards","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/90130-shattered-shards-tempest-s-texts.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/95853-dwarves-and-dragoncats.json"}}