New Found Faerie
#19 of New Found Form
New Found Faerie
By Von Krieger
Hope hummed loudly as she slipped into her favorite study cubicle in the basement of the old town library. It was just about her favorite place in the whole wide world. True it was cramped, prone to being far too warm when the light was on and the door shut, plus absolutely chilling in the winter months. But truth be told, it wasn't as much the place itself as the fact that it was a gateway to other things.
She closed the door behind her, wedging one of the two small and uncomfortable chairs beneath the knob. She stood on the other one, using it to climb up onto the table that took up almost half the space inside. She pushed one of the ceiling tiles aside, poking her head up into the gap. She felt for the familiar wingnuts that held a vent on one of the air ducts. They spun off with practiced ease, allowing Hope to move the grating aside and reach in for her real prizes. They were her anchors, her grounds in reality; it was so difficult to do anything without them. She kept items hidden, since no one would understand.
Her parents had staunchly refused to let her get her ears pierced. Despoiling of the body, they said, filled a girl with sinful pride and the devil's temptation. Their precious Hope was not going to be going around with heretical studs in her ears like all the wicked sinful girls. A shiver went through Hope's body as she remembered the whacks with the ruler that she'd gotten for saying that some of her classmates at St. Katrine's had them. For lying, her parents had said. After all, St. Katrine's was the most wonderful, devout, properly Christian school in all of England, according to her parents. There certainly would not be any girls there whose good Christian parents would allow them to so brazenly and openly declare themselves as Whores of Babylon.
You could hear the capitals in her mother's voice when she said it. They had made things quite perfectly clear that Hope was not to get her ears pierced. Hope had then been made to memorize that chapter of the bible where it said something along those lines. She couldn't remember it now; she could seldom remember anything she studied for more than a few days at a time. At least when she was using the methods her parents approved of.
Hope removed the portable CD player and headphones from the vent. She let out a contented sigh as the large pads of the headphones covered her ears, muting the sounds of the heating and ventilation system that shared a wall with her study cubicle. Her humming stopped as the music began, classical, instrumental, no words to get in the way. Words gave her trouble, it took her time to take the words and have them make sense. It was easier to take the words on a page, translate them into pictures, and then memorize the pictures. She could do several things at once; it was very hard to focus on a single task. So she would read a page or two from one subject and then do the same for another as she drew out her notes for the first subject. Hope was thankful that she was allowed to live away from home, out from under her parents' fumbling methods of trying to cram knowledge into her head. Of course she only lived across town, and was only a half hour's bike ride away from her parents, who expected her to stay over every Saturday and attend Sunday services.
Her roommate was a cousin who was having her own tuition paid for by spying on Hope whenever she could. Hope didn't like her at all; bossy, loud, made a mess of the place, and virtually demanded that Hope cook her meals, do her laundry, and pay just about all of the bills from the small stipend that her parents sent. Hope was rather sure she only paid her half of the rent so that her name couldn't be taken off the lease and Hope throwing her out on her ass. Though she couldn't do that. Her parents wouldn't approve at all. Not like they approved of much of anything.
With Mozart filling her ears, Hope could think a bit more clearly, less distracted from things than she usually was. She had long since learned what helped her to focus and concentrate, though she kept it to herself since she knew that her parents would not approve.
Clipping the CD player onto her belt, she reached up into the vent once more, removing other items that helped her concentrate. Despite their small size, they were kind of heavy, and made Hope smile to herself as she slipped her hands beneath her shirt, unclasping her bra. She let out a soft moan as the cold metal of the heavy gauge nipple rings met her flesh.
Her parents had expressly forbidden ear piercing. It was a way for a slattern girl to display her eagerness to be a brazen harlot. Such wicked things filled the body with lust, her parents said. And it was quite true, they did. But they also helped to control what was already there. Without the comforting weight and gentle, ever-present tug on her nipples Hope found that her mind would often wander to sexual matters, even when she should be paying attention in class.
She tossed her bra up into the vent, preferring to go without. Another brazen harlot thing, but one that once more actually took her mind further off sex. She didn't like having things tight against her body. She preferred things short. Short sleeves, short skirts, short socks. But of course such clothing wasn't allowed. So Hope made sure to keep such things in a safe place. Safer than the vent in the library cubical.
Once she actually got focused upon a task, she was actually somewhat good with staying at it to completion. If she set her mind to studying, and if she was allowed to study her way, it got done rather quickly and she remembered the information. She didn't keep her doodled notes; she could always bring to mind the pictures once she'd drawn them. She could even remember notes from years before. Not at all like the forced regurgitation of words that her parents had forced her to utilize to terrible effect. She'd always done as they said, spending hours every day doing the futile memorization of the texts, but she would always spend her lunch hour, when she could, hidden in a quiet place, making her picture notes so that she could actually get acceptable grades. That pleased her parents. Hope had become quite adept with dealing with her parents' strange, illogical, and forceful ideas on how things ought to be done. As long as she did what was proper in front of them and in front of other people it didn't really matter how things got done behind closed doors as long as they got done.
With all her proper items in place, Hope could now go out into the world and function almost normally; though she wasn't going to go anywhere public. Not with her nipple rings plain to see beneath her shirt. The chair under the doorknob was to prevent anyone from coming in while Hope was out and occupying herself, making it impossible for Hope to access the things she left behind. She'd leave her backpack and school books in the cubby as well, she didn't need them this afternoon. The only people that would come looking for her would be the librarian or her cousin. The librarian knew it took awhile for Hope to get focused on her studying, and that she would be off in her own little world and not hear a thing she was saying. She wouldn't bother to start knocking on occupied cubicles looking for Hope. Nor would her cousin, what with so many to look for, she'd check all of one row on one side of one floor before giving up and spending her 'precious' time elsewhere. Charity wasn't all that bright, and could have the location she searched easily coaxed out of her and then Hope could tell her that she was somewhere else that wasn't so noisy.
Hope had gotten a great deal of practice in hiding things from Charity. It was to the point where her parents had discussed letting Hope go off on her own without a tattletale cousin, since it was quite obvious that their perfect and virtuous little girl wasn't harboring any terrible sins or vices. By that, of course, they meant sex.
Everything seemingly came back to sex. Wearing brightly colored clothes, getting your ears pierced, wearing your hair in improper styles, or paying too much attention to it. Listening to rock music or rap music or pop music, watching television, using a computer, reading the wrong sorts of books. All of it would fill a young girl's mind with thoughts of lust and sex and desire and she'd go out and spread her legs for some boy eager to take advantage of her before marriage. Then nine months later out would pop a sinful bastard child.
That was her mother's favored talking point. Knocked up, pregnant out of wedlock, and being a single mother. She ranted and raved about her sister and her sinful godless lifestyle, raising two children and having a job. The nerve! A job!
Of course Hope's mother was polite to a fault every Easter, when their extended family got together for dinner at the same sister's rather large and elegant house. Purchased with the wages of sin, rambled Hope's mother the moment they got in the car and started home.
Sex was something that happened between a married man and his wife, and only then when they wanted to have children. Masturbation was something that had been outright forbidden; it said so in the Bible. Hope remembered the pictures in her mind from that bit, and they didn't tell her what her mother told her the words in the book meant. It confused Hope greatly. After all, her parents seldom read anything aside from that one book, and as far as Hope could tell, they were getting a great deal of it wrong.
The image of God/Jesus (They're the same thing, her parents said) that Hope had gotten was of a grouchy, grumpy, bitter old man sitting up on a rocking chair in the clouds and punished people for doing anything bright or lively or fun. He'd toss out an earthquake or a tornado or a hurricane onto lots of people for 'living in sin,' or coax a wicked woman who wore slattern clothes into the clutches of a not too nice man so she could be "Shown Her Place" as Mother said, the caps once again evident in her voice. And of course not being married, she'd end up pregnant as a punishment.
From what her parents said, it seemed the devil made good things happen to people, while God tossed out punishments and made bad situations to "Test Our Faith." As best she could tell, God bullied and picked on people so that they would make pretty buildings for him, sings songs to or about him, and just in general tell him how wonderful he was. To Hope that god didn't seem at all like someone that ought to be worshipped and loved. Especially not loved more than anything else in all the world. It seemed silly to Hope to put all that effort into loving someone who did nothing but send bad things your way.
After all, her parents treated her just like their image of God treated all of humanity. Hope had a small sort of gratitude, "Hey, thanks for mixing your genes and making me and stuff," but aside from that Hope was rather sure that she would have been better off with just about anyone else as parents. Of course as long as she was unable to support herself, she would have to do what they said. She wouldn't be able to pay her way until she graduated. Thankfully, it was only another three years, two if she took summer classes again, until she had her degree and could go out and get a proper job ("And find a husband" her mother would add).
Hope let out a snort as she stepped over to the small window letting in feeble grey light in. This was why she enjoyed the study cubicle so much. It allowed her to easily sneak out and slip into the thick woods behind the library. Out in the woods was where the real fun began. She pushed the ivy out of the way and darted out into the cloudy, overcast afternoon. It was Friday, and she had a whole day ahead of her for fun.
She went out to have fun as often as she could, the more she did it, the easier it was to think, to concentrate, and to focus on her school work. Life would be so much easier if she could do it in her little apartment rather than out in the woods. But with her cousin so eager to spy on her... as nice as it would be, it wasn't at all feasible.
Hope had been doing this for quite some time now, and she was rather sure it made her mother a liar. She had masturbated time and time again, for years upon years now, and Hope still had the same interest in boys she'd always had. Absolutely zero. The same for girls. She preferred to tend to her own pleasures, and she wasn't sure how having another person involved would make things any better. And after the first time she'd taken biology class, Hope had learned that her self-pleasuring would not result in any sort of pregnancy, which was of course the punishment for pre-marital sex. Unless you were a lesbian of course, then you'd burn in fire and flames forever due to your falling in with the devil and rejecting "God's Plan"; which was apparently to make babies.
Her parents had lied about masturbation leading to a need to have unprotected sex with essentially any member of the male population that happened by. So Hope was quite sure they were wrong about a great deal of other things. She'd find out eventually. But for now she was content to outwardly play by their rules, and have her secret moments of rebellion. As she rounded a corner on the path she slipped silently between two tree trunks that grew close together. She paused there for a moment, slipping off her headphones; remaining hidden for a few moments, just to make sure that no one was following her, or headed down the path. The trail behind the library was a shorter one, not particularly popular with bike riders or joggers. Mostly it was kept in good shape because one branch of it led to the old spring that used to be the town's water supply. Hope's secret place wasn't far from the spring, but with the thick woods and overgrowth it was just about impossible to get between the two. She'd found it ages ago when she'd been out in the woods walking and thinking. She hadn't discovered her ways to focus back then, and took walks in the forest when she was feeling overloaded and flustered. Not having people around always soothed her. You knew what to expect from plants and animals. People could be so weird and random.
After a few minutes to make sure she was alone, Hope continued along her way. It was a few minutes until she found her place, an unremarkable hilltop. Her secret place could be found between three large, flowering bushes that towered over her. Hope easily pushed through the branches, seeking out the hidden staircase at their middle. At the bottom she reached into a hole in the wall, removing a small candle and some matches. She kept the larger ones further in.
She wasn't sure what exactly the place was, but it was made of well-smoothed stone blocks. A long hallway lead to another staircase, spiraling down into the ground. Though the upper portion was filled with leaf litter, the spiral stairs and beyond were free of it. The whole place was also oddly dry, without a single sign of water damage. But it had not been used for ages. There was an ancient wooden door at the bottom of the stairway, the antique latch not rusted in the slightest, and it allowed easy entrance to the rounded chamber within.
Hope let out a contented sigh as she swung the door closed behind her. She held the wick of a larger candle in the flame of the smaller one, allowing better illumination of the room. It had been totally empty when she'd found it, and Hope couldn't think what it could've possibly been used for. The entry door was situated between two things carved out of the rock that were rather like large stairs, almost like big stone bleachers. It looked kind of like the Coliseum in Rome, but there wasn't any sort of pit in the middle, and the walls were more like shelving units cut out of the solid rock.
Perhaps it had been a trophy room of some sort? The stone bleachers went up to the flat ceiling. There weren't any engravings anywhere, just smooth stone. Hope gave the room little thought these days; whatever its function had been, it now served as her pleasure palace. The only item she'd found in the place had been a massive mirror against on one of the walls. Hope had polished it up and absolutely adored it. She had most of her fun on an inflatable air mattress she'd brought in. She could, and often did, watch herself for hours as she indulged all her fantasies.
Oh certainly her parents would have beaten her bloody if they'd known all the strange things their daughter imagined happening to her. She'd be lectured to no end about lusting and committing adultery in one's heart and so on and so forth. But no one knew about it, Hope wasn't going to get knocked up by doing it, and as long as it didn't hurt anyone it didn't matter.
Hope lit the large candles on either side of the mirror, further brightening the room and allowing her to see her reflection.
"Hello, beautiful," she said softly, reaching out with a hand to touch the mirror. She supposed she could see why her parents were so worried. If the magazines she saw on occasion were anything to go by, Hope was absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was a perfect shade of natural blonde, her skin light and unblemished, her figure quite generous. She had a somewhat lithe build, but she had been blessed with a large bust and generous hips and rump. Her frame seemed ill suited to sport such a large chest, her proportions making Hope's breasts look even larger. Her hair was longish, not long enough to put into a braid or a tail, but long enough to not be mannish or butch lesbian-like in appearance.
Truth be told Hope thought her waist could be a bit narrower, her hips broader, her upper body more in proportion, and her face... well... despite her obvious curves, Hope felt that her face still looked a bit childish. Her brown eyes were too big, made even worse by her overly large glasses. In her school uniform she felt she looked like a child with a grown woman's body. But still, she thought herself lucky to be as beautifully built as she was.
Her plain white shirt was tighter than her parents would have liked, but it was rather difficult to find clothes that fit Hope properly. She was short and narrow shouldered, yet very busty. In order to not be baggy or expose her midriff, the shirt had to essentially cling to her breasts and hang down. Hope bought bras that would hide her nipple piercings when she wore them in school, but without one, as she was now, the heavy gauge rings were glaringly obvious.
Hope grinned at her reflection, cupping her breasts, giving the rings a firm tug through the fabric of her shirt. Her body was well trained, though her loins had been aching all afternoon her sex only began to grow damp the moment she removed her panties, shortly followed by her skirt and shoes. She'd purchased her clothes and toys through mail order, sent to a box she'd rented in an out of the way location across town, paying for them with money orders. She'd been saving money for quite some time, as she often skipped meals. She admired her nearly nude form in the mirror for a moment before grabbing her favorite skirt and boots from a shelf. They were shocking hot pink leather. A triple whammy of being too sexy, too brightly colored and not an approved material. She looked every inch the slattern whore, but she didn't care. This outfit was not for the eyes of anyone but herself. She looked wonderful in it, and felt even better wearing it.
The t-shirt was kept on, but she strapped on something else underneath. A makeshift prosthetic, but one that was rather effective at its task. Perhaps it was her mother's insistence that pregnancy outside of marriage was what happened to naughty little whores, but the combination of a big rounded belly and sexy clothes just flipped a switch in Hope that just made her burn right up in lust.
She added some makeup to the mix, another forbidden thing. Deep purple lipstick and eye shadow, some mascara. Hope wished that there was a quick and reversible way to dye her hair, if there was she'd have done that as well. She looked so sexy dressed up like this, the very embodiment of what she was told never to become. She slipped a finger through her clitoral ring and began to slowly finger herself as her eyes wandered the shelves, admiring her toys. Some purchased through the mail, some makeshift playthings from easily obtainable and innocent items.
Hmm... what sort of fantasy to play out today?
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Hope basked in the afterglow of several hours' work of wonderful self pleasure; the comforting weight upon her belly, the gentle tug of the specially shaped strap-on dildo within her sex, the ache of her jaw from deep throating another one of her toys. Not to mention the uncounted peaks of pleasure she had experienced. She let out a sigh, not wanting it all to end. But she had to be home at a reasonable hour. Though she didn't expect Charity to actually notice anything until the next morning. So she could possibly stay for awhile longer. But... it was better to not risk things. After all, the library had been closed for perhaps thirty minutes by now, and if her parents had called and left a message...
A soft moan escaped Hope's lips as she slid the sex toy from her loins. It was perhaps one of her favorites, giving the look and a bit of the feel of being a male. She loved it since it allowed her to essentially pleasure herself by jerking off. Hope smiled at the mental image. It wasn't that she wanted to imagine being a boy, she loved her curves too much for that, but rather she loved pretending to be something in between. Kind of like a hyena.
She couldn't help but blush at the thought, feeling her arousal begin to burn once again, but she ignored it as she began to gather her toys to wash off. The toy she'd been licking and sucking all evening was not one that had a human shape to it. Hope wondered what it would be like to be mated by an animal, though not something that was fully an animal. Her fantasy had been being taken by something like a wingless dragon, a creature of myth. Something that wasn't quite male and wasn't quite female, something bestial, animalistic, and rough during mating, but also quite kind. She'd imagined herself mated time and time again, filled with seed, swelling with its eggs, each clutch making her more and more one of them.
Hope groaned and reluctantly pulled her fingers away from her clitoral ring, which she had been absently toying with. She stood and began the task of washing herself and her toys when a muted rumble could be heard, the ground around her shaking just a little bit. She scrambled for her CD player, putting the headphones on and turning it to the radio setting as she walked up the steps.
"..ceptionally intense thunderstorm, seemingly out of nowhere," the radio said, "Torrential rains and high winds, along with a tornado watch in effect for the..." the signal went to static as a flash of light illuminated the hallway before Hope, shortly followed by a massive clap of thunder.
"...area until 4 o'clock tomorrow morning," the radio continued. Hope winced at that. She wasn't going to brave terrible rains, lightning, and tornados just to slink into the apartment. Charity would probably be stuck wherever she was, and likely wouldn't be home until the following afternoon.
Hope grinned as she reached the stairs leading upward, realizing that with the storm keeping her cousin at one of the usual friends' places that she'd often visit, she could spend the entire night in her lovely little hide away. The very idea made her loins ache with a hungry lust. She began to play with herself once again as she peered out into the storm. Beneath the trees that surrounded the entryway it was nearly pitch black, illuminated only by flashes of light. Winds howled, whipping the foliage into a frenzy. Hope could hear the pounding downpour of the rains, but not a drop seemed to fall where the stones of the unknown structure were. Nor did the wind seem to reach the place, in fact it felt rather warm, warmer than the room below.
Hope knelt at the top of the stairs, looking up at the flicking lightning in the sky. The storm was so powerful, so intense, and here she was standing in the middle of it completely untouched. Primeval energy swirled around her and Hope found its power arousing. She bucked and thrust against one hand, the other tightly gripping a breast. The movements of her fingers within herself were faster than she usually went, she normally took things slow, wanting to draw out her pleasure and not tire herself. But as lightning coursed through the sky Hope seemed energized, her pace increasing even more. She let a loud cry of delight, seeking to drown out the thunder with her own sound. Her gaze was fixed upward, admiring the flickers and flashes that she could see through the canopy of leaves above her.
Thus occupied she didn't notice that portions of the stone beneath her began to glow.
Her gaze fixed firmly upon the sky, Hope found her mind wandering from thoughts of the storm, and instead turning inward. Her body tingled, almost as if the electricity in the sky was caressing her gently; nature embracing her as a lover. Her mind flashed though her many fantasies, her many lusts, her desires, her dreams, her deepest longings. Nature, it seemed, welcomed and accepted her as its own.
Hope closed her eyes, imagining and embrace from an invisible lover, invisible fingers stroking her flesh. Small glowing tendrils of energy rose from the stones beneath her, following, or perhaps causing, the imagined caresses. Whatever they touch changed, most of the time subtly, but as the time went on the alterations became more and more dramatic.
Hope's scalp tickled, her blonde hair gaining a few inches in length, darkening rapidly the closer to the roots it was. In a few moments her hair was a deep lavender, the tips the same hot shocking pink as the skirt and boots she wore. It was almost metallic, and it glittered in the soft glow of the magical power that infused her. The same purple shade appeared upon her lips and her nails. If her eyes were open and a mirror placed before her, Hope would have seen that they too were now purple.
The tendrils caressed her sides, seeming to cup both her hips and bust at the same time. Hope let out a delighted moan, slipping her shirt off and casting it aside. She wouldn't be needing it any longer. Though she had been generously gifted with her figure, she had always craved more. Not merely content to imagine herself as she was, in her fantasies she was always greater endowed, better proportioned. Her hand went from her loins to her chest where it joined the other, cupping her plentiful bust, thumbs circling over violet nipples, the strange energy arcing between her chest and her fingertips. Hope imagined them growing, swelling, expanding to further overflow her cupped hands. So big, so wonderful, so sensitive.
Hope pressed her hands hard against her expanded bust, almost overwhelmed by the sensation. She let out a howl of bliss as she climaxed merely from the self-caress to her breasts and from the phantom touches to her middle and rear. They too had altered, her waist narrowing, her already plentiful hips and rump growing out even further. With her eyes still closed she did not see that gush of fluids that pooled beneath her. They made the stone beneath her glow, and from that glow came more tendrils of power.
The tendrils, new and old, grew brighter, taking on a pink shade as they caressed Hope's arms, legs, and back. Her hips bucked gently as she was filled with intense, full-body pleasure the likes of which she had never known before. She tugged on her heavy gauge nipple rings as the tendrils worked over her bared skin.
Hope was a tiny person, girlish in size if not in figure. She preferred to stay out of sight and at times found herself wishing she was smaller still. But despite her small size, her mind and heart were well-armored. Despite all that had been dumped on her, Hope never let the world harm her. The energy tickled and caressed her flesh, wherever it touched the skin grew pinker, until after a few moments it was Hope's favorite shade of hot pink. The tiny hairs upon her skin vanished as the flesh beneath them grew sleek, shiny, and smooth. Hope shivered as the sensation from her skin grew incredibly powerful for a few moments before it began to harden and thicken. Armored plates appeared upon her shoulders and hips, covering the outside of her legs and her arms. She barely noticed as her nails elongated, becoming sharp, chitinous points.
The tendrils of power grew thicker, focusing upon Hope's back and chest. She cried out as the energy surged into her, deeper than before. Where it had been merely altering before, now it was creating anew. She was forced to take one hand from a breast and place it upon the ground to keep her balance as she thrust hard against the invisible presence stimulating her. Once more an incredible amount of climactic essence flooded froth from her loins. The stones beneath her seemed to drink it up like they were parched desert sands. The glow spread once more, creating more tendrils of energy to caress and alter the girl at the focal point.
Hope knew now that something strange was going on, but she made no effort to stop it. This was what she had always been searching for, the sweet pleasure her body had always craved, but had never been able to achieve on its own. Her powerful, incredible, almost tireless libido had been thrust upon her with the intent of bringing her to this place, for this moment.
New muscles grew within her chest, making her large breasts appear even moreso. The pink chitin upon her back grew outward, grew thicker, grew round. Small lines appeared upon Hope's gleaming pink shell, the casing parting, allowing her new beetle-like wings to buzz in the open air. Hope panted and gasped, the incredible power continuing to surge through her. Her wing case closed upon its completion, the tendrils of energy focusing upon her head. Hope quivered as something pushed free of her scalp. She couldn't seen the growing additions, but she could feel them, could sense them. To go with her insectoid shell, she now sported a pair of antennae. They grew longer and longer with each moment, their hard tips brushing against the ground behind her. She couldn't see them, but she knew that they sported alternating bands of pink and purple. She found herself wanting a bit more, and then suddenly the straight, chitinous forms seemed to blossom almost like a plant, strands of filament growing from them, each with the same alternating pattern.
Hope was nearly overwhelmed by the new world of sensation that she found, her sense of smell heightened, a general feeling filling her like having a faint sensation of touch extending perhaps a dozen yards from her body. She could sense a handful of animals in the trees around her, all of them seeming to watch her, waiting for something. But most of all what she could sense was the powerful ruin beneath her; a strange sorcerous power that had long lay dormant, waiting for a time such as this, for a new master to bestow its gifts upon. It was a temple of love, of lust, of fertility, and of sensation; looking for a new priestess. There was no choice involved. Hope was meant for this. She could refuse the role as much as she could will herself to stop breathing.
Her antennae curled around one another, the filaments entwining, forming something rather like a braid. The sensation was delicious, but the sense that filled Hope was her sense of smell. Her scent had been changing, becoming less human, more bestial, but above all she smelled of sweet flowers and of sex. She wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck and never stop. She wanted to experience everything she could, explore every single sweet sensation she could wring from her beautiful body.
The energy from the stones beneath her became unfocused, flowing up every portion of her body in contact with them, flowing into Hope's midsection for a few moments before they gained focus again.
There were no more tendrils, but rather a single massive column of energy that poured right into Hope's loins. She cried out, arching her back, the energy pushing her off the ground, making her hover into the air. Her sex felt like it had caught fire. One hand pumped chitinous fingers in and out of her drooling sex while the other frantically toyed with the thick ring piercing her clit, which was where the changes began again. The little nub quickly grew, Expanded, thickened, in a few moment it was thicker than Hope's thumb. The flesh around it began to shift and alter around the changing organ. In under a minute Hope had a length of several inches that she could wrap her hand around. It wasn't a cock, not quite. It was very much like what she had imagined earlier; a hyena-like psuedopenis. But it wasn't entirely that, it was far more complex, far more different, something completely and utterly unique to Hope.
While one hand stroked her new quasi-shaft, the other slipped through the ring on the head of Hope's new cock, and bent back, slipping into the opening on the end. The organ was wonderfully flexible, expandable. Even as it continued to grow, Hope could flex muscles within it, to make it grow wider, or make it grow thinner, make it extend, or make it retract. So wonderful, so useful, so good to caress. It was strangely shaped, almost segmented, with rounded cylindrical segments each with their own set of muscles, allowing Hope to control each portion individually. She could alter the length greatly, making it heavy, thick, opened wide, meant for taking a cock. Or she could fully extend it and make the segments retract, pistoning her shaft inside someone without pulling out.
Hope licked her lips as she saw the base of her new member swell into a thick knot. She wanted to stuff her length into somebody so badly, to feel that knot pop into her lover, assuring that the two would be making love for as long as she desired. Long, thick, purple, glistening with her plentiful juices. It was a dream come true for Hope, a living sex toy attached to her body that could provide so many different wonderful pleasures.
Her transformation nearly complete, the energy of the stones erupted from her, and with it driving Hope to near insanity with the sheer bliss of climax. The energy poured out of her with each muscular movement of her new phallus, thick glowing goo erupting from her, splattering on the ground.
It was subtle at first, but after a dozen climaxes and jets of glowing goop, Hope found herself growing smaller with each new jet of quasi-seed that splattered on the ground. The stones no longer drew in her fluids, instead the glowing liquid began to spread out evenly upon the stones, adding its own purple radiance to the pink that was there, its heavenly sweet scent filling the air.
Hope didn't mind, nor did she care, not even as her skirt fell to the ground, her body too small to keep it on, nor when her boots fell off. She no longer needed clothes; she wasn't part of the human world anymore. She was a part of the woods, the wilderness, a driving force of nature. She would be as big or as small, as well endowed as she would need to be for her lovers.
As the last of her climaxes finished, Hope let out a contented sigh, her back resting against one of her boots, now much bigger than herself. She had no idea how tall or small she was, somewhere between several inches and a foot in height. Her body tingled with new power that was her own, markings upon her carapace glimmering faintly with each new flash of lightning. For the first time in her life she felt satisfied. Truly sexually satisfied. She lay back against her boot, enjoying the warmth of her cum, the massive puddle upon the stones coming up past her tiny waist as she sat flat upon the ground. Hope drew her psuedocock all the way into her body, only the head visible where her clit used to be. She sat in a pleasant daze, for the first time in her life not overwhelmed by one sort of sensation or another, without obligation and need pressing into her from all sides. It was only a quiet, wet sound that made her open an eye.
It seemed that the intense, sexual scent of the cum had drawn a bit of a crowd. A few animals had gathered around the edge of the stone circle, the glowing goo seemingly held entirely within it. They seemed to be watching, staring, unsure of what to do. The noise that had drawn Hope's attention was the sound of a mouse nearby lapping up a little bit of the essence. With her sensitive antennae, she could tell the mouse's scent was changing, as well as her own. She felt her arousal beginning to blossom once more. The mouse looked absolutely huge to Hope's new, tiny body. Well, at least in comparison to how big a mouse normally was. It seemed to be almost the same size as she as it approached.
Hope wasn't sure what to do, and she stood stock still as the mouse came up to her. It nuzzled her neck, seemed to snuggle up against her and then... it entered her. The last few shreds of humanity within Hope almost rebelled at the act. She was having sex with an animal! She shouldn't allow such a thing! It was terrible, wicked, gross...
Well, to a human it was. But Hope was certainly not human anymore. Nor was the mouse quite a mouse. Tendrils of energy rose from the goo around her, beginning to alter and shape the mouse as she mated it. Hope smiled and closed her eyes, wrapping her tiny arms around her furry lover, feeling his muscle and bone shift, altering, being coaxed toward a more humanoid form. She'd lost her virginity to a field mouse. So silly! It made her giggle as she lovingly kissed the mouse's muzzle, and surprisingly found her kiss returned.
Soft sounds told her that the other animals apparently had realized what it was they'd been summoned here to do, and Hope found herself laughing, truly laughing for perhaps the first time in her life. The first time she had been filled with wonderfully uncaged joy. So many animals, so many new friends to introduce to sentience, so many lovers to experience...
It was her greatest fantasy come true, and Hope welcomed each new lover as they came. Losing herself in a sea of sexual sensation, the new faerie wondered if her fantasies about pregnancy would also come to pass. She sincerely hoped so.