The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Godfrey
From Create Your Own Story
You searched through your memories and transformed. For the first time in over two thousand years, the mighty queen of the fairies was walking the mortal world again. You giggled as you gazed upon your now graceful and noble shape before conjuring up some clothes to cover yourself.
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Godfrey was walking around the woods, looking for some edible mushrooms, whistling as he walked. He enjoyed nature, he truly did: whenever he wasn't made to work, he'd spend hours just walking around idly or taking an afternoon nap near a stream. Even his frequent fishing or gathering trips, like the one he was currently on, were just excuses; it's not like the family couldn't put food on its table. But he enjoyed it, and whenever his father allowed him to, he'd disappear for hours and hours. He hadn't found too many mushrooms yet. Some early chantarelles and a rather nice cep, but he was expected to bring plenty more for a full dinner.
He stopped to look at two squirrels fighting over food, and after they'd disappeared up a tree, he found himself staring at a couple of ladybugs instead. He snapped out of it when he heard someone approach.
As he turned, he saw the single most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. A mature woman with a soft, yellow, almost glowing skin and large, glorious and beautifully patterned butterfly wings growing from her back. She had odd-looking, but so pretty eyes of green and black, and her full red lips were smiling at him. Her hair was green and spotted with flowers, as if an entire meadow was a part of her body. Her clothing was beautiful and revealing: a green costume seemingly made out of the finest silk, so light that it seemed to be fluttering even in the almost entirely tranquil weather.
After staring at her for moments that seemed like ages, he realized his mouth was hanging open. "I'm, I'm so sorry, miss." he stuttered. "Could you be a fairy...?"
The woman only smiled at him and approached. Godfrey took a step backwards, but as he caught the whiff of the woman's scent, he stopped. She smelled like nature, every aspect of it. The warmth of the summer, the coldness of the winter. The tangy scent of autumn leaves and the fragrant smell of the flowers in the spring. He could smell every flower, every mushroom he'd ever caught a whiff on her, and so many more it made his head spin. Before he knew it, she was already directly in front of him, her slender hand gently placed on his cheek.
"Yes, child. I am the queen of the fairies. I'm so happy to see someone who loves the nature as much as you do..." she said, looking at him with her strange eyes.
"I've... I've been told not to talk with the fairies. We've been told old stories of them, and..." The boy said, blushing furiously out of embarrassment. He did not want to offend the queen, but the tales of the old told of some very malicious fair folk.
She placed her long, thing finger on his lips. "Shush. I come with no ill intent. I am simply here to reward you, child." The boy didn't resist as she gently planted a kiss on his forehead.
"A gift, my lady?" He asked. The fairy queen pulled back and smiled more warmly than ever. He felt his heart skipping a beat.
She conjured a small, golden ring from seemingly out of thing air. It was a beautiful thing: it was a reddish yellow ring, glowing like the setting sun. In it were elaborate carvings of green gem: pictures of flowers, of trees and rabbits and natural springs. To call it the single most valuable thing he had seen would not do it justice: it was quite possibly more valuable than the castle of the local baron, furnishing and everything.
The boy panicked: "I can't possibly accept this, my lady! It's far too valuable for someone like me, and I've not done anything to deserve such a thing!"
The woman's face clouded over, her smile melting away into a sorrowful frown. "You would refuse my gift, child? Is it not good enough for you?"
"No, no! If... if you truly wish to give it to me, my lady, I'll accept it..." the boy said, his heart aching at the sight of the sorrowful fairy. This made the woman smile again. She gently took his left hand and slid the finger around his pinky. He looked at it in amazement, before realizing she had said something to him.
"I... I'm sorry, my lady? What did you say?"
"I asked what were you going to give me in return, child." she said, still smiling at him.
"In return? I don't have anything to give!". He felt like he had just misunderstood something.
"Oh? Surely you have something. It is customary to return a gift with one of an equal or greater value.". She was still smiling at him, but he felt there was something dangerous in her eyes.
"Fair lady, I only have my knife, my clothes and a handful of coppers. There's nothing I own that would be nearly as valuable as your gift was."
"I understand, child. Then, as per the ancient tradition goes... you shall gift yourself to me. You belong to me now."
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You smiled as the contract was sealed and the boy's eyes glassed over. He was your property now: his heart, his mind and his body. You gave him a small kiss on his lips and commanded him to follow you.
As you led him through the forest, he followed you in a mindless trance. After a while, you arrived to the faerie spring you created and command him to undress. He obeyed with a blank look on his face, after which you gently led him in the silvery spring. He submerged himself completely, and you waited.
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The water looked more like liquid silver to him, and as he entered the spring, it clung against his skin. It was surprisingly warm and pleasant to touch, and after a few seconds of exposure his skin started to tingle.
When his head was completely covered in the bright liquid he felt his senses being overwhelmed, his mind filled with images. It felt wonderful to him: his connections with the old world were severed, replaced by magic and primal nature. He gave in to the silver, letting it gently caress his body and soul, letting it wash away all of his memories and attachments to the old life of his. The inner tranquility inside of him didn't last long. It was soon replaced with bubbling, childish joy as he felt new, simple desires flooding in. He wanted to have fun, to sleep, to eat and to fly. He wanted to play and to have sex; the two concepts were the same in his mind. After all, it was all about having fun.
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Your daughter gracefully rose to the surface after an hour had passed, still half-asleep. Her old features were still there if knew to look for them, but otherwise, she had been completely reborn. A bright yellow skin, shining a bit under the sun. Her old muscularity replaced with a mix of childishness and gracefulness. Her golden, nearly shoulder-length hair curved beautifully. She slowly opened her pupilless, green eyes, her red lips opening into a bright smile as she saw you. The ring on her finger suited her new form very well.
"Mother!" she tingled in her fairy tongue. Her yellow, simply patterned butterfly wings extended from her back as she flew over to give you a hug. You lovingly stroked your daughter's hair as she laughed out of pure joy and kissed your stomach. Kneeling down to her level, you took her to an embrace of your own, caressing her body and smelling the summer in her hair. She tingled in pleasure as you brought your finger down to her private parts and brought her to an orgasm. She lovingly returns the favour with her mouth.
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After playing with her mother, the pixie dressed herself up, conjuring up a simple green dress. She didn't feel tired, yet: there was still a plenty of energy in her, and how could she take a nap now? The forest felt familiar, but also completely new: she could feel every flower, every tree and every animal whispering to her, telling her things about drinking water with their roots and capturing insects smaller than them. Every plant was different and everything had its own story to tell. Joy bubbling inside her, she stopped near a small stream to admire herself. She was pretty and happy and the ring on her pinky, the gift from her mother, reminded the pixie that she belonged to her. The thought filled her with happiness.
After a while, she started getting sleepy and decided to take a nap under a large oak. When she woke up, she'd perhaps go talking to some flowers, or maybe go for a swim. Or perhaps she'd look for someone to play with. But planning for the future wasn't for her: she'd do what she felt like, as soon as she woke up.
