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I’m not sure what you’d call my story. Irony would mock that it be known as a fairy tale. I suppose that would be appropriate in some way, but not as you would think. The fairy tales you know are filled with heroic bravery, looming evil, and happy endings . . . always a happy ending. My tale has no such happy ending. In fact, my story was not supposed to have an ending. Fairyfolk are never supposed to have an ending like humans do. To most of you, my tale will be too fantastical to believe. For those of you who doubt, just tell yourself it is nothing but another fairy tale. It may be like none you have ever heard, but it is a fairy tale nonetheless. However, a blessed few of you will listen to my words and know, deep within, that I speak that truth. To you I dedicate my story, one of the few true fairy tales you will have ever known.

My story begins long ago, deep within a secluded wood. My name is too difficult for the human tongue to pronounce, but I have come to be known as Talin. It is that name I shall use to speak of myself. Perhaps it seems strange to you that I should have a name my own tongue cannot pronounce? There was a day when I could say it with ease, but that was also the day when I could speak with animals and even plants. You see, I was not born human. I was born one of the few remaining fairyfolk from the heart of a golden dragons nap flower by the kindness of my mother, the Fairy Queen. All fairyfolk are birthed through the magic of the Fairy Queen, whether from plant or animal, it makes no difference. We are creatures of the wood and heirs to all its secrets. We train under our dear mother, the Fairy Queen, learning to care for all the life that teams and grows under the careful shelter of the great trees. As keepers of the life that teems in the forest, we are blessed with the knowledge of all woodland languages, from the lowly dandelion weed to the swift and gentle deer. Our connection with this world allows us to take on any form we wish as well. That was the heritage that was mine.

The woods I grew up in were pristine and unadulterated. We all enjoyed the best of life and had little care outside of the occasional unseasonable winter storm or small tiff between the simple woodland denizens. Ours was a blessed life, and somehow I knew that early on. For some reason, I had more tendencies to question the world than my brothers and sisters did. I can remember being quite young, in fairy years, when I asked the Fairy Queen one day, “Mama, why is it that life is so good for us here.”

I’ll never forget her answer. With a sparkle in her eye that touched on a strange sadness, she answered simply, “We are away from the humans here.”

Now, all us fairies who lived in those woods had heard about the humans, but they seemed to exist only in far off tales, much like fairies do to you. We were born gifted with the ability to speak many human languages, though their words often felt clumsy and dull on our lips so we rarely used them. We could even change into their form, but their bodies were so heavy and slow that we do so even less than we spoke in their tongue. We knew humans existed, but we cared for them so little that we never wondered that we didn’t see one. We just figured we were the better for it.

It would be years before I would finally ask the Fairy Queen what she meant by her statement. I had slipped away with her early one morning in private to watch her sprinkle dew on the spider webs, a delicate job that none of us fairies were yet ready to attempt. I loved my mama so much, and I sat thinking of all the times we had shared together. No matter how busy she was, she always seemed to find the time to spend with me, just the two of us, just like I liked, and she always had the patience to answer my many questions. It was on this silent morning that I returned to the subject of humans a second time.

“Mama,” I began sleepily, lulled into contentment by watching her methodically place dew drops on the gossamer web. “Why is it better for us because humans are not here?”

She was about to hang another dewdrop when she stopped and turned to me, her eyes warm but very grave. “My dear Talin,” she began in a voice that seemed ragged and tired somehow. “I knew there would come a day when you would ask me that question. I’m just glad you waited until you had grown into your wings.”

I fluttered my wings proudly as she spoke. They had just finished growing, a sign of maturity for fairies, and spread from my back like two crystalline dragon wings. I watched as my Mama Fairy gently placed the silken purse of dewdrops on the ground and sat on a nearby toadstool. She was still as fair as ever, but a strange darkness seemed to shadow her face as she started her tale.

“Long ago, we fairies did live beside humans,” she spoke, and her voice filled my head with sounds and pictures. When she told stories, she breathed the pictures into our heads that we might see for our own eyes. I began to see a world where small, sprightly fairies buzzed in and around a gigantic world filled with the creatures known as humans. The Fairy Queen continued.

“In those simpler times, humans were content to live with fairies, and fairies were pleased to live humans. The world was still young, and peace was still an idea that most people abided by.”

“But then, jealousy crept its way into our world,” she went on, her voice becoming foreboding. “The humans, who had always admired our magical abilities, began to covet them, desiring them for their own.” The pictures in my mind changed. I shuddered in terror as I saw the humans capturing our people, locking them in cages and jars shrouded with dark magic that held them fast. “They could find no way to harness our powers,” the Fairy Queen continued, “And many of our people suffered cruel fates at the hands of the humans.” In my mind, I could see fairies, grimly torn to shreds as the humans tried to locate the source of our magical power. They ground our wings for tea, rubbed our precious blood on their hands, and devoured us whole in any attempt to gain our powers. “But none could unlock the secrets of our magic,” the Fairy Queen replied sadly as I quivered from the atrocities I saw.

“But then, one human found a way to drain our powers from us. And though he had not gained those powers for his own, he was content that we were rendered as helpless as they in matters of magic.” The picture shifted, and I saw a single fairy flutter in front of me. Suddenly, his body began to grow and shift, stretch and change, until the fairy had become a human. Fear shadowed his face as I could see him try to turn back into a fairy, but he could not. I watched him grow old, age and rot before my eyes, until he closed his eyes in death. Fairies were immortal, but this fairy turned human had succumbed to the effects of time. “This was the fate of many of our kind. The humans, armed with their knowledge and the seed of jealousy still writhing in their hearts, sought us ought and began to decimate us, transforming us into their kind. Those of us who remained watched as more and more of our numbers became humans at the hands of the humans. I can still remember watching the first one of us die, hunched and wrinkled and nearly senile.”

I could hear the Fairy Queen’s sobs, and the pictures began to swirl into a gray mass before me. When I blinked, they had all disappeared, and I sat once more across from my beloved Mama. She smiled gently at me, knowing the shock she had put me through with her tale. There were no more pictures for me as she finished, and I was thankful for her consideration.

“Only a small band of us remained after the span of a few years,” she said in a melancholy voice, “And we would have all perished, had not one of us suggested we move far away from the world of humans. We fled the same day, leaving our familiar homes and our transformed masses behind, to seek shelter away from the humans. I came with a small band to these woods, where they crowned me a Fairy Queen and blessed me with the all the power of the fairies. I have lived here in peace since and will never go back to the world of humans.”

I was silent for moment as she ended her tale. So many questions still ran through my head, but I had the courage to ask only one. “Mama,” I began meekly. “How were the humans able to take our powers from us.”

She smiled, a warm smile that told me I had nothing to fear, even as she spoke the words to me. “Dear Talin,” she said. “Don’t go worrying about that. The knowledge of how the humans gained power over us is lost in the mist of distant past. That’s why we never have any contact with the humans anymore.”

As I grew and flourished, I began to forget the awful story the Fairy Queen had told me. I suppose I just did not let it concern me, seeing as how I would never see a human in these woods. Fairies may be immortal, but they can be forgetful, especially with information that does not seem to concern them. Over time, I forgot the details of the story as my mind was filled more and more with the secrets of the forest. What would it matter, anyhow? It was not as if I would run into a human.

Many years passed until one lazy summer day where I sat painting wildflowers with the colors of my imagination. Suddenly, I saw a young doe dash into the clearing where I sat, her eyes wildly darting around as if searching for something. I flew up to her and spoke to her in her language.

“What is it, girl?” I cooed in words only she could understand.

She was frantic and spoke not in words but in pictures, much like the Fairy Queen did. In my mind, I could see a distant forest glen, where the doe stood carefree, chewing on some tasty roots and herbs. Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping off in the distance caught her attention. That’s when she saw it: a tall dark form, standing on two legs like a bear, but shaped like a fairy. She didn’t even have time to get a second look before something went buzzing past her ear. She turned in time to see a long, straight twig stick firmly into a nearby tree. With intelligence only woodland creatures have, she knew the twig had been intended for her, to stick into her body and possibly kill her. She darted off into the forest until she found me.

That was the beauty of speaking in pictures. I got all that information in a matter of heartbeats instead of the time it would have taken to speak it to me. I had to act, to save the doe from this threat, whatever it may be. We both heard the crash in the forest, the sound of something drawing near. I dashed to a tree where I sang the branches down until their fingers touched the ground. Then I turned and looked back at the doe . “Hide under here,” I said quickly, “And do not move until it is gone. I will lead it away from this place.”

The doe nodded in understanding, and then hid underneath the bramble. I touched the branches, coloring their leaves the same mottled brown as the doe, promising I would return and restore its leaves to a dazzling green once the doe was safe. With that, I landed on the ground and spoke a few fairy words until I began to swell in size and change my shape. Within the breadth of a few seconds, the doe was hidden and I stood in her place, transformed to her likeness.

In no time, I heard another crash and turned to see the dark form through the trees. Just like the doe, I saw the strange twig it used as a weapon, but this time as it held it still in its hand, along with another large twig arched and held in place by what looked like a thin vine. Suddenly, the vine snapped, and I heard a loud “twang” much like an instrument being strummed, and I could see the smaller twig zooming off towards me. I turned and bounded away quickly, leaving just a few moments between my departure and the sickening thud of the dangerous twig in a tree trunk.

I led the strange beast far away from the doe before I decided to get a better look at it. I knew it was still following me, because I could hear it so clearly as it crashed loudly through the woods. It was worse than even a bear as it rumbled along the woodland floor. What is the world was it? Dodging behind a tree, I quickly turned back into my true form and went to get a closer look.

I hid in the shadows of the tree, asking for their protection, until the strange form drew close. My eyes widened at once as what I saw, knowing I had seen it somewhere that felt like a dream.

The creature did walk on two legs, but did resemble a fairy very much. It was tall, just shorter than a bear, but “thick” somehow. Fairies arms and legs are thin and light, to help us fly and move better. This creature’s arms and legs were huge around, bulging in odd place in a way that just looked cumbersome to me. He was covered in most places by something that looked much like the simple cloths fairies wore around their waists, but he was covered in large, dark patched of it that went from his shoulder down to the bottoms of his feet. The parts of him not covered in cloth were covered in patches of what looked like both hair and fur. Fairies have only a crown of golden hair on the tops of their heads, but this creature seemed to have it sticking out a bit on parts of his face and arms. Also, it was dark black and hung wildly around its face. I had seen something like this before, but where? I tried searching the forgotten places of my mind to remember, but I couldn’t think. Suddenly, it came to me like a flash and I knew I was looking at . . . a human. At least, I think it was a human. Parts of the story Mama Fairy told me long ago seeped back in my mind. This creature was certainly shaped like a human, but something confused me. The humans in the Fairy Queen’s story all looked mean and ugly in some way, but this human seemed almost beautiful. I was transfixed as I watched him walk slowly underneath, his eyes searching for something deep in the forest. He was broad and dark and dirty, but he was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen because he was unlike anything else I had ever seen. I had to meet this creature. As I fluttered off to the part of the forest the human was searching, I faintly remembered a warning from the story the Fairy Queen had told, but I shrugged it off carelessly as I alit on the forest floor and bent my form for the first time ever into a human.

I waited for the human to draw close. Before long, I could hear him lumber with his clumsy footsteps into the clearing. I looked up at him to see him pointing his strange twigs at me. There was a brief pause where he blinked, and then he lowered his twigs and looked at me with the most peculiar face.

“Ye gods, lad,” the human bellowed out in a thick voice. “I almost shot you!”

“Shot?” I questioned at this word that didn’t seem to exist in the vocabulary of my kind.

“Aye, shot,” the human replied in his unctuous voice that I somehow found interesting. It was like a thousand different awful and yet delicious sounds clanging at once. It was then that I noticed him looking at me with an odd look in his eyes. “Here, lad, are you lost?”

Looking back at it now, with eyes more wizened in the ways of human, I must have been quite a sight to him. Still ignorant about the function of clothes, I wore only an enlarged loincloth much like I wore as a fairy. It must have been strange to see a naked young boy so deep in the woods, but I just laughed at the question then. “Lost?” I giggled. “I know these woods better than the very rabbits who run the trails each day. How could I ever become lost?”

The human seemed indignant at my response and puffed his chest out. “Then, what are you doing out here with nothing to clothe yourself?”

I looked down and shrugged. “This is what I always wear,” I answered vaguely.

The human had been inching closer and we took to checking each other over thoroughly. He was still the most wonderful and unique thing I had ever seen. Just being there with him caused my fairy heart to flutter. After a few moments, he spoke again in that wondrously awful voice. “You, uh . . . you aren’t exactly human, are you, lad?”

I was not surprised the human figured it out. While we fairies can change form, it is not a perfect transformation. For example, our eyes might remain blue when we turn into a deer instead of becoming the deep pools of black they are supposed to. I quickly found I still had my highly pointed fairy ears as well as my more slender fairy frame, though it was fleshed out a bit more in the human form. I looked at the human in amazement as I told him, “I am a child of the forest. That’s all you need know.”

The human nodded, and then smiled his first smile. His dark face just seemed to light up. It was gorgeous. “Aye, I can live with that,” he said with a booming voice. “What’s your name, lad?”

I hesitated for a moment. I seemed to remember in our human tales while growing up that you should never give your name to a human, for it could hold power over you then. I didn’t find out until much later that, not only is it untrue, but most humans also hold the false belief about giving your name to a fairy. Thinking quickly, I looked at the human and said, “I’m known as Talin.” Talin was really a simple fairy word that meant “eat”, but he didn’t need to know that.

The human just smiled at me and said, “My name is Calvert, and I’m honored to have met you.” With that, I was surprised to see him bow down before me.

“Why do you bow, human?” I asked curiously.

Calvert looked up at me with his dark eyes. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, Talin,” he explained, “And I know when to pay homage to such magnificence.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at this, which seemed to make Calvert upset. “Good human, you flatter me,” I said in a jovial voice. “A dangerous thing to do to a fairy.”

Calvert’s eyes widened. “So, you’re a fairy?”

I realized my slip, not wanting a human to know I was a fairy, but it was too late. I merely shrugged and said, “I am.”

“We’d thought you’d all died away,” Calvert said, standing to his feet again. “No human has seen a fairy in so long that we started to believe they were all myth.” He grinned again, that captivating grin, as he said, “And here I am talking to a fairy! It’s too good to be true.”

I smiled, pleased that the human was happy. “I want to know you better, human,” I said with a grin. “Would you come away with me to a secret place where we could talk?”

Calvert hesitated for a moment, and then spoke. “They tell tales where I come from of fairies that steal you away and never let you return home.”

“And they tell stories where I come from of humans who live to crush your fairy bones for their tea,” I countered. “I wonder how many of our tales are merely grasps at a world we don’t understand.”

Calvert smiled again at this. “Let’s us find out,” he said, his voice somehow warmer now. “And please, call me Calvert.”

We talked for what seemed like hours in a small glen in the forest where a babbling brook cascaded into a waterfall and emptied into a basin of clear blue water. I was fascinated by all that Calvert had to tell me about the world of humans and wondered why we as fairies had grown to mistrust such a beautiful race. I, in turn, told him all about the world of fairies. We talked until the sun rose high in the sky . During the heat of the day, Calvert and I took some time to enjoy the cool water beside us. I watched Calvert as he stripped off all his clothes except his undergarment. Everything about him was bulging and round. Sparse hair matted his chest and legs, and a couple small patched grew under his arms. It absolutely fascinated me. His form was powerful and yet graceful, like watching a bear and deer all at the same time. We swam in the water, pushing and playing like we were young fairies . . . or boys. Before long, we climbed out of the cool water and back onto the grassy shore. I was still quite unaccustomed to being in human form, and I felt a great chill come upon me as I climbed out of the water. For the first time in my life, I began to shiver. Fairies felt warm and cold, but our bodies adjusted to the temperatures so that we never sweated or shivered. I was at a complete loss as to what to do as my body sat there convulsing in the cold breeze. I was surprised to feel Calvert come from behind and wrap his strong arms around me.

“Here, let me keep you warm,” he said in a gentle voice.

I don’t know how he did it, but somehow Calvert warmed my slight body as he held me. Before long, I leaned back against him as he draped his arm over my shoulder and let it rest on my stomach. I felt so content at that moment for some reason. I wish now it had never gone any further.

After a few moments, Calvert spoke up. “So, uh, you’re completely human now, huh?” he asked, his voice tinged with something new I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Fairies always hear more in the voice than just the words, but I didn’t understand this strange unspoken language Calvert now spoke.

I laughed softly. “Nearly,” I said in a lazy voice. “We always retain some of our fairy bodies when we transform.”

“What do you mean?” Calvert asked.

I looked back at him over my shoulder, lifting one hand to touch my pointed ear, and then back to touch his completely rounded one. “I still have the fairy ears,” I explained. “And much of the fairy body, though it’s been stretched as much as it can into a human body.”

“I see,” Calvert said, that strange sound still in his voice. “But, do you still have all the human . . . parts?”

I looked at Calvert in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

Calvert smiled a strange smile as he said, “Perhaps it would be easier if I just found out for myself.” I watched then as Calvert’s hand reached down my smooth belly to my waist, resting a moment at the top of my loincloth. Suddenly, his hand ran down over the front of my loincloth and I felt something stir inside, something that was part of my body and yet a part I had been unaware of until then.

“What is that?” I questioned at the odd sensation.

“Let me take it out and you can see,” Calvert said, his voice sounding even stranger now.

I watched as Calvert’s hand pressed in underneath my loincloth and grasped what was inside. I let out a short gasp at the contact, so unaccustomed to the sensation. I gazed in awe as Calvert withdrew his hand holding onto what looked like a long tube of flesh.

“What is it?” I whispered, looking down at this thing between my legs. “It looks like a short arm or leg, but I know it can be neither because I already have two of each.”

“You’ve never seen one of those before?” Calvert questioned behind me.

“No,” I replied quickly, looking back at him.

Calvert cast me a questioning glance. “How are new fairies born, then?”

“Our mother, the Fairy Queen, births them from the very plants and animals all around,” I explained. “Each one of us is a part of some nature around us.”

Calvert shook his head in understanding. “So, you wouldn’t need one of these,” he said vaguely.

“But, what is it?” I pressed.

Calvert smiled, another odd smile. “It has many names,” he began, “But I call it a cock.”

“A cock,” I repeated, looking back down at it. “Like a rooster?”

Calvert chuckled, and I was beginning to think I didn’t’ trust that sound in his voice.

“Yeah, like a rooster,” he said in a heavy voice, “Because it can crow.”

I stared at this “cock” in amazement. “It crows?” I gasped. “How?”

Calvert smiled an almost awful smile as he said, “Let me show you.”

With that, Calvert wrapped his hand around my cock once more. I whimpered at the contact, having felt nothing like it in my entire life. His fingers ran over it roughly, grasping it and pulling at it while I was left powerless to his touch. It was then that I made a discovery. “It’s growing stiff,” I remarked, my voice tinged with questioning and a bit of fear. Calvert just kept going. “It always gets stiff before it crows, lad,” he huffed, coiling his fingers around my now hardened cock where he began again to clutch it firmly, pulling up on it almost to the head before starting again . I surrendered completely to Calvert’s strong hands, becoming aware of a thousand new sensations each more enjoyable than the last. I had no idea what Calvert was doing had to do with making a cock crow, but I wasn’t about to argue. I lay back against his still bare chest and succumbed again and again to the warm feelings of pleasure that enveloped me.

It wasn’t long before I began to feel another sensation. My body involuntarily tightened as something deep in my gut felt as if it were starting to boil. Uncertain about what was going on, I called out, “Something is happening!”

Calvert responded by rubbing my cock even faster. “It’s about to crow,” he grunted, his fist working furiously now, sliding up and down my long cock.

I tried to speak again, but suddenly all words were impossible. It felt as if my entire midsection, cock included, was about to swell and burst. I groaned deeply, never having felt the intense throes of ecstasy like this before. The sensation kept building in me, deeper and more intense, until suddenly it all coursed from my body in one mighty rush.

There are no words to explain what I know now was my first orgasm. Surely, it must be something for you humans to go through your rapid period of maturity and feel that sensation for the first time, but you have had years to build up to it, years of knowing there was something down there that could bring you pleasure in some way. For me, it all came suddenly in one complete afternoon. As I threw my head back and let out a wild holler, I could swear I saw stars explode in the back of my eyes. Tingles and tremors of delight sent electric shocks up and down my back as it arched in pleasure. I felt like laughing, crying, and screaming all at once, and perhaps I did. It truly left all other sensations I had known to that point in the dust.

After a while, I felt Calvert’s hand release my now softening cock. I still trembled at the orgasm, feeling its fury in every inch of my humanized body. I finally turned and looked at Calvert, who smiled down at me strangely. “That’s how the cock crows, lad,” he said in a tender voice. “Did you like it?”

All I could do was smile weakly and say, “Do it again.”

Calvert let out a short laugh. “I can’t, lad,” he said with a chuckle still in his voice. “The cock needs rest before it will be ready again.”

I frowned, disappointed at this bit of news. “Is there nothing we can do until then?” I questioned.

I could see the sparkle in Calvert’s eyes as he answered, but I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or something else. “There is my cock that still needs to crow,” he said in a low voice. “But I’m afraid it doesn’t like to crow out in the open.”

I know now he was playing on my naiveté, but I just looked at him honestly as I said, “Then, what can we do?”

Calvert grinned, and I almost allowed myself to believe it was playful, though I could see the sinister glint behind it. “You can hide it for me, lad,” he explained. “And I can show you even more pleasure than you knew possible.”

My face was beaming as I sat up and said, “Oh yes, I would love to do that, Calvert.”

Calvert placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me gently back again as he said, “Then lie there quietly and do as I say. If you follow all my instructions, you should be fine.”

I did as he said. I watched as he stood briefly, taking a moment to remove his undergarments. As they fell to the forest floor, I gazed up at his cock in amazement. It was already stiff, and jutted long and thick from his powerful body. I was also amazed to see that it was crowned by a thick bush of curly dark hairs that surrounded it where it connected to Calvert’s body. It looked positively beautiful.

Calvert spoke not a word as he kicked my legs open, letting my limp cock fall between my legs. I watched in silence as he got down on his knees and drew close to my body. He took my legs and brought them up to rest on his shoulders. He looked down at my body, focusing clearly on that part of the body we fairies knew only as a seat. He ran his fingers lightly over that place, where my two legs met, and I shivered at the contact.

It was then that I watched him reach up and scoop something white and sticky from my belly. It was the first time I was aware of it, and I looked up at Calvert. “What is that stuff?” I questioned.

“Spittle, from when your cock crowed for me,” Calvert replied curtly. I watched as he gathered up as much of it as he could in his hand. Then, he took the spittle and began to rub it over his cock until it glistened in the afternoon sunlight.

“What did you do that to your cock for?” I pressed.

Calvert looked up at me with annoyance written on his face. “Hush, lad,” he said sternly. “My cock needs help getting into your hole and this will guide it. Now be silent, for gods sake.”

I asked no more questions, but I watched as Calvert added a bit more of his own spittle to my cock’s spittle, and then he ran his slicked fingers down the crack in my seat. This was another new sensation for me and I bucked a bit at the contact. Suddenly, it was not Calvert’s fingers I felt there, but the very top of his cock. There, he used his cock to toy with a small hole that I had no idea was even there until now. I could feel it quiver at the contact like some puckered button. “Now get ready, lad,” Calvert said in a deep voice. “My cock is ready to hide and it may feel strange to you.”

I hardly had time to react before Calvert grunted and pushed his cock hard against that hole in my seat. All of a sudden, I was gripped with my first throes of another sensation: pain. As fairies, we lack the ability to feel pain directly, though we can sense pain in the world around us. As Calvert’s cock ducked into my small hole, I knew I was feeling pain. I tried to scream, but my mouth opened and no sound came out, the holler chortled by this feeling called pain. My entire body stiffened, but Calvert just went on, shoving more and more of his cock inside of me. I remained frozen to the ground until Calvert finally stopped pushing.

“Not bad for a first time, lad,” Calvert said hoarsely. “You were able to take my whole cock.” He looked down at me, and I could see out of the corner of my eye as his expression took on a look of concern. “Are you all right, lad?”

I still could not speak, but I could nod. The truth was that I was enjoying this sensation. It was uncomfortable, yes, but it was new, and that made it exciting. Besides, along with the pain came feelings not unlike when Calvert got my cock to crow. Whatever was happening, I wanted it to continue.

“Are you sure you’re okay, lad?” Calvert barked down at me . I finally managed to squeak out two simple words, but it must have been enough for Calvert. “Please . . . go . . .”

I guess Calvert could see in my eyes that I wanted him to continue, and continue he did. I watched, amazed and still transfixed by pain, as Calvert began to rock his hips, causing his cock to slide in and out of my hole. Each time his cock moved against that strange hole, shockwaves of both ecstasy and delicious pain seized my body, leaving me helpless to Calvert’s cock. “Ye gads, lad,” Calvert said suddenly as he started to pant. “Your arse is so nice and tight. I could stay in there all day.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but that hole his cock was hiding in must have been my “arse”. So many words I still had to learn even though I could speak the human language. Still, I couldn’t worry about that now, so I just let my body go limp and enjoy the new sensations Calvert was exploring with me.

Before long, Calvert started rocking his hips faster, making his cock go in and out of my arse faster. I could hear his breathing getting faster and he started moaning a lot. Maybe his cock was getting ready to crow inside me, I thought through the mists of my pleasure. As if in reply, Calvert suddenly screamed out, “Oh Christ, lad, here it comes! My cock is going to crow and minute now! Aw, gods, I can’t stand it!”

I watched as Calvert’s face contorted into a strange look of both expediency and ecstasy. Using his arms to steady himself on the ground, his hips bumped up against me now furiously. Sweat began to form on his brow as his moans got louder and deeper.

Suddenly, Calvert let out a great cry and shouted, “Oh, Christ!” With that, his whole body went rigid as he buried his cock deeper in my arse than it had been so far. I knew his cock was crowing now, and I could feel it beginning to spit inside of me. For some reason, an entirely new sensation seized my gut at this time, feeling as if it twisted it in a couple knots. It was not like pain or pleasure, but something entirely different, something no less intense. I let my scream echo out into the woods along with Calvert’s as my head began to spin and everything went black.

I awoke when the sky was tinged rusty orange with the setting of the afternoon sun. For a moment, I had no idea where I was or what had happened. My body felt strange all over, somehow heavy and thick, if that makes sense. My head whirled and that part of my body I knew now as an arse throbbed with pain. I blinked my eyes, noticing how odd the forest around me looked but I was unable to put my finger on why.

I could hear snoring next to me. I turned and saw Calvert resting beside me and it all came back. I couldn’t help but glow at the afternoon’s activities. One thing I knew, I was exhausted. I was also hungry. My eyes scanned the nearby trees and I was pleased to find an apple tree full of ripe apples just above where Calvert and I lay. Too tired to think about getting up to pick apples, I thought I would sing to the tree that it might lower its branches to me.

I had just opened my mouth to speak with the apple tree when I realized something: I couldn’t remember the song for bending trees. The more I thought about it, the more I realized was wrong. Not only couldn’t I remember the song, I couldn’t remember the whole tree language. It seemed distant to me now, as if it was something I knew long ago but couldn’t recall now as it was lost forever in the mists of forgotten memories. What was going on?

More than a little upset by the discovery that I had forgotten how to speak to trees, I searched the ground for my loincloth and stood up slowly. My entire body ached as I tried to step back into my loincloth, but I quickly found that it didn’t fit. I wasn’t able to slide it up past my thick legs. That’s when I looked down at my body and realized something else disturbing. Gone was my lithe, fairy-like body, replaced with the bulky weight of fully human legs and arms. I gazed at myself in astonishment as I realized my body looked almost exactly like Calvert’s now. What was more, my smooth, supple fairy skin was now rough and dirty and dotted all over with random patches of coarse, dingy-brown hair, much like Calvert’s body was. I asked myself again, what was going on here?

Fear began to grip my heart as I knelt down beside the crystal water and looked at myself in the mirror-like reflection. My face was no longer my own, at least not completely. It still had the shadows of what it was, but it had changed so much. I realized in horror that the points of my fairy ears had melted into the smooth roundness of human ears. My gorgeous crop of golden white hair was now replaced with a tangled mess of limp, greasy hair, much the same dingy-brown color that the new hair on my body was. It was then that the Fairy Queen’s words from long ago echoed in my head.

“The humans,” she had said, “armed with their knowledge and the seed of jealousy still writhing in their hearts, sought us ought and began to decimate us, transforming us into their kind.” The sick realization settled in my heart as I stared at myself in the forest pool – I had become fully human. Panicked, I jumped to my feet and ran to the edge of the clearing, trying to recall the fairy words that would change me back. However, my old life was quickly fading from my mind, and I found my new tongue too thick to speak the words that sifted from my head like fine sand. I sank to my knees and began to sob, coming to grips with the fact that I could never go back.

My cries must have awakened Calvert, as I suddenly heard him say behind me, “What’s the matter, lad?”

I turned to face him and I could see his eyes narrow. “You look different,” he said in a low voice.

“I’m . . . I’m completely human now,” I said in a voice that was still stunned. Even my voice sounded thick and lifeless now. “I can never go back.”

Calvert just stared at me as if uncertain what to say. “That can’t be possible.”

“It is,” I screamed. “You knew that humans could rob us fairies of our magic and that’s what you did to me.” I closed my mouth suddenly, shocked by the words that came out of my mouth. It was then that I had my first taste of another human emotion: anger.

Calvert sat up and looked angrily at me. “What are you talking about?” he demanded.

As Calvert got dressed again, I went through the story with him, the very one the Fairy Queen had told me. It seemed to take a long time, because I could only speak in words now. Gone was my ability to speak in pictures like I had been able to that morning with the doe.

“That is why we fairies hid from you humans,” I ended, the sobs coming again in my voice. “You knew how to destroy us, but I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe you would do that to me.” I glared at Calvert as I added, “I guess I was wrong.”

“Whoa, hold on there, lad,” Calvert protested. “I didn’t come here for anything else than my dinner. I sure didn’t come to rob no fairies of their magic.”

“Dinner?” I questioned.

“Aye, the doe I was chasing when I found you,” Calvert explained.

My eyes grew wide in terror as I exclaimed, “You eat deer for dinner?”

Calvert just shrugged and said, “Aye, and also rabbits and quails and vegetables . . .”

“Stop,” I yelled, plugging my ears. “Do all humans practice such atrocities?”

Calvert looked at me strangely as he said, “We have to fill our bellies with something, lad.”

I began to grow sick again as I kept learning more about the dark world of humans. “Oh god,” I moaned pathetically. “Why did you have to turn me into a human?”

“Now, wait right there, lad,” Calvert said defensively. “I already told you, I didn’t mean to turn you into a human. All we did was have a little tumble with you and . . .” Calvert stopped suddenly, but I could see something begin to dawn in his eyes.

“What?” I questioned.

“That’s it,” he said in a low voice. “That’s how they turned your kind into humans.” He looked up at me gravely as he said, “They planted our seed into you.” When I greeted him with a blank stare, Calvert went on.

“The cock’s spittle,” he said softly. “There’s more to it than that. It’s used to make human babies when it’s planted inside women. It’s kind of like our seed, I suppose.” He paused to think it through again before he spoke. “Somehow, when that seed gets planted into your kind . . .”

“We become humans,” I finished his though, rubbing a numb hand over my gut where Calvert had shot his seed into me.

“Oh, Talin,” he said in a sorrowful voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

I sat on the forest floor, chilled and naked still. “What do we do now?”

Calvert stood up. “I have to get home before the forest grows dark,” he said in an odd voice.

“Good idea,” I replied, standing as well. “We can talk it over more there.”

I was surprised to feel Calvert’s hand rest on my chest. I looked up at him as he spoke. “You can’t go with me, lad.”

“What?”

“I have a family already and there are just too many mouths to feed,” he said vaguely.

“But what am I supposed to do?”

Calvert shrugged as he began to walk off. “You know these woods well, lad,” he said as he began to disappear in the brush. “You’ll be fine.”

There I was, left alone and naked in a world that was suddenly so cold and frightening. I stood helpless for a moment before I thought to myself, I do know these woods. I’ll find my way to the edge and entire a human village. I started to walk when I realized that the knowledge of the forest disappeared with my old life. Desperate and afraid, I sank to my knees and cried out, “Oh Fairy Queen! Please help me!”

I was surprised to see her appear before me, resting on a wildflower. I had never seen her face so sad before. “Oh, my dear Talin,” she sighed. “I knew this day would come for one of us, but I had hoped it would not be you.”

“Please, help me, Mama,” I cried, kneeling before her even though she was nowhere near half my size. “Please, tell me I can come back.”

The Fairy Queen shook her head, a tear flowing down one of her flawless cheeks. “You cannot come back,” she said sadly. “You know that. You don’t belong in our world anymore.”

“Then, what must I do?” I questioned. “I don’t know the way out of here anymore and I need to find a human village.”

“I can show you the way to the edge of the forest,” she replied, “And give you clothing and food to last one day. From there, you are on your own.”

A sad moment passed between us as I gazed down at my old Mama. “I’m so sorry,” I said in a quiet voice.

“And I’m sorry I couldn’t help you in time, child,” she replied with a sob. I reached down to hug her, but a sudden bright light illumined the forest and I had to shield my eyes. When I opened them again, everything around me had changed. I stood now at the edge of the forest, along a road that ran straight into a human village. I looked down and saw simple clothes; quite different from the ones Calvert had worn that morning. In addition, I had a small bag at my side, filled with gifts of food from the forest. I looked back at the woods, my heart breaking at the path I had to take now. All that had been mine was now gone, and I was left to fend for myself alone in a world that I didn’t even understand. I kissed my palm and blew it back into the thicket. “Goodbye, Mama,” I whispered. “I’ll miss you.”

I heard no answer, but the wind picked up and touched me softly on the cheek. With that, I turned and began to walk into the human village, the low sun setting behind me . . . but that is another story for another time.