Flying the Nest - Part One
Story by Jeeves on SoFurry
A human woman seeks to escape the life in which she finds herself trapped, and is given the opportunity from a somewhat mystical source. <3
This story was written for Yui_olp as their Patreon flash fiction reward for the month of October 2018. It contains F/Solo masturbation and transformation involving a consenting adult. :3
[center][b][u]Flying the Nest - Part One[/u][/b][/center]
As the forest spread, and the world at large came to learn of its impossible yet undeniable magical properties, lives across the globe were transformed simply by their awareness of this new reality in which they were living.
Rhiannon could not claim that she had ever sought a more harmonious connection with nature. She'd lived in cities all her life and quite honestly had never had the luxury of time or money to consider her environmental impact beyond the basics of not littering and trying to reuse plastic bags whenever possible. She had never desired a quiet life out in the countryside, simply a stable one [i]anywhere[/i], and all in all, she couldn't really say that she was that fond of animals of any description beyond cats and dogs. Yet, when she learned about the forest, about the great force from another world which seemed to be the root cause of its various enchanted properties and what that force was capable of doing to and [i]for[/i] people who sought it out with a genuine desire, she couldn't help but long to be a part of it. Not because she wanted to be there specifically, but because being there and living that life would mean that she wasn't here, living this one.
There was no easy way to say it, not even in her own head. Rhiannon wasn't happy. She was married to a man who hurt her, not physically, but emotionally every day. A man who controlled her life, who expected her to live by rules of a bygone age as his spouse, as the mother of his children. A man for whom she was expected to do her wifely duties, keep a house on a shoestring budget, and little else. She got no pleasure from her life. No freedom. Very little hope, even. But... after she started reading those news articles about the forest, about the Naiad, about the scientists who had spent many months amongst the trees and waters of that realm which had spilled out onto the earth and was spreading every day as more and more people flocked towards it, she found herself... dreaming. Imagining. Fantasising about it. About being there, being a part of that gorgeous, verdant, endless forest, and surrendering all of the responsibilities that she had never asked for, but which she was bound to, buried under nonetheless.
As she worked each day to clean the house, to do the chores and to try and balance the family budget so her children could have gifts at Christmas in spite of her husband's best efforts to spend every spare penny on his own extra-marital indulgences, she thought about the Naiad. She asked herself over and over again if such a being could welcome someone who had never embraced the natural world, who had never cared about harmony not because she was cruel or selfish, but because her focus every day was taken up just trying to survive with a shred of dignity remaining intact. She found herself increasingly consumed by these thoughts and wishes, idle and indulgent as they might have been, during every moment that she spent in blissful solitude, kids at school, husband at work or the bar or at whatever place he went to in order to meet the women he came home smelling of almost every night. In fact, there finally came a morning when after dropping the kids off at school, passing her eight month old off on a friend, another mother in the same apartment building who owed her a favour, and waiting long enough to ensure that her husband had to be at work, and wouldn't return for some forgotten item to disturb her, Rhiannon could not resist the feelings building up inside of her any longer.
She almost stumbled to her bed, face as red as her flaming curls, and fought back years of shame from her family and her husband as she took off her clothes and laid herself down upon the as yet unmade sheets. She propped her head up on a stack of pillows, peered down over her sagging breasts, her too skinny stomach, and reached down to the thatch of coarse red hair only marginally trimmed between her legs. A soft moan of fear escaped her as she pressed a finger to her nether regions and ran it through her outer lips. She glanced up towards the bedroom door, memories of teenage interruptions and punishment flooding her mind, not to mention more recent condemnations of even perceived personal indulgence from her husband. After a few seconds though she felt those feelings pushed aside, and instead found herself thinking of... a river. A beautiful river flowing through a verdant forest, which she followed as though flying above it, leading deeper and deeper into the woodland as her fingers began to explore more boldly, openly, and with more pleasurable results.
Her breath quickened, her toes curled as she followed the river through twists and turns amongst the trees, blushing as upon the banks she saw wildlife, animals, humans, creatures of all shapes and sizes engaged in the same activities as she herself was currently enjoying. A fox knelt with his head between his legs, lapping at a twitching, throbbing cock as just metres away a cluster or not one or two, but a dozen or more mice writhed and wriggled in a vast orgy. A female deer bellowed as another doe's tongue flicked in and out of her pussy, gushes of liquid running over the other female's face and down the trembling thighs of the orgasmically wracked deer, but neither she nor the other doe showed any signs of stopping. A human male bent over and drank from the lake itself, grunting, gasping, splashing his face with handfuls of crisp water as he was mounted and fucked from behind by another man. Another couple splashed in the shallows, wrestling one another's naked bodies until the woman grasped at the man's cock, squeezed just once or twice, and gave a cry of joy as he began to paint her rich brown skin with streaks of white while his hands encircled and grasped tightly at her plump rear.
"Oh god..."
Rhiannon moaned as she felt her hands beginning to move faster, more urgently and boldly than they had across her own pussy in years and years. She attacked her clitoris with firm strokes of her fingertips, and shrieked, arching her back off the bed as she penetrated herself with more intensity and pleasure from that single thrust than each of the lukewarm fuckings her husband gave her whenever he'd struck out finding a cheap enough prostitute or whenever he needed to get her pregnant again. Her mind was overrun with images of couples and individuals across the length of the shrinking, ever smaller, narrower river's banks all engaged in the same mindless bliss as her. Crying out almost as though beckoning her, encouraging her to join them. She flew faster. Faster, deeper into the depths of the forest as her fingers drove violently in and out of her and she felt something incredible welling up inside herself. A feeling that only now she realised she hadn't experienced for months, no... god, had it really been more than a year since her last orgasm?
As that horrifying and yet inspiring thought crossed her mind, she screamed at the top of her lungs. She curled her fingers inside herself out of sheer instinct, and thrashed, kicked, screamed in rapture as for the first time in her entire life she encountered her own g-spot. Her eyes bulged wide open, but she didn't see the ceiling of the bedroom, the peeling paint and the patch of damp as orgasm crashed through her and stained the bedding with her first ever ejaculation. She saw a clearing. A small pool from which that vast river sprang forth, and as she flew over it and circled around, wings beating, heart racing, she saw resting, floating in the centre of that pool... the Naiad.
The beautiful, naked fey creature kept one hand between her legs as she more gently, casually masturbated herself, her ecstasy flowing out into the water and touching everyone who drank from it, plant or animal, feral or human. Her other hand rose up, and Rhiannon, or rather the song thrush that Rhiannon had become fluttered down to land upon one outstretched finger.
"You're welcome in my forest..."
The Naiad whispered to her, giggling as the bird's feathers ruffled up, and back on the bed Rhiannon shrieked as a second orgasm crashed over her, more intense and wonderful than the first even though her fingers had all but stopped moving against herself, frozen in bliss-stricken awe.
"So long as you seek peace, so long as you seek goodness, the reason does not matter. We are all deserving of joy, all deserving of love and happiness and pleasure in this life and what lies beyond. So... come to me, Rhiannon. Come to me, and for once in your life, do it not for others, or others expectation of you... but wholly, entirely for yourself."
A third back to back orgasm wracked Rhiannon's body, the last traces of air long since forced from her lungs and rendering her most frantic, desperate scream yet all but silent. Her pussy gushed like a river. Her mind blazed like the summer sun breathing life into millions upon millions of trees. Her body thrashed and shuddered as though freed from a lifetime spent tied down by invisible ropes, and then, as she drew in a strangled breath and wailed almost instantly with an almost birdsong like melody...
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Gavin dragged the door open, and yelled in frustration over the cries of their screaming youngest child, three more kids cowering behind him.
"Rhiannon?! Goddammit woman, Charlise says you left the baby with her all day. What the fuck was so important you couldn't look after her? What the fuck was so important that you had to miss picking the brats up from school? You know that the money I'm missing out on at work is coming out of your housekeeping budget, right?!"
He stalked through the apartment, glancing from room to room with growing fury as they each appeared not only empty, but unchanged, uncleaned from how they had looked that morning.
Finally he burst through the door of his bedroom, practically kicking it off its hinges as the baby wailed louder and louder in misery and fright, and stared in confusion at the sight which greeted him.
The bedroom window was wide open, the drapes drifting in a slight breeze. A pile of his wife's clothes lay discarded on the floor, and the bed before him was a mess. Its sheets were darkened by soaking wet stains that had yet to fully dry, and resting upon the tangled mess of the bedding were... feathers.
Just feathers; small, soft, downy, like those of a songbird which had recently flown the nest.
By Jeeves
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