"You got a new book?" Melanie was grinning mischievously, half dancing, half prancing around her brother. She had seen the suspicious package, that was only too likely to include an ancient tome, in the backpack that he had brought with him. She knew too well that he would probably tease her if she showed too much interest in what he had brought, delaying actually telling her what it was. But maybe, even if she wouldn't have openly admitted to that, the vixen wanted to be teased, at least a little bit, so she left that door gaping wide open. "Mayybe... " he grinned, and instead of answering, he went and made himself a glass of juice to drink. Gone were the days where they had free access to master's library. Maybe it had been one messy "accident" too many, although he had a point. They needed to stand on their own feet and find their own sources. "Is it from the islands?" Melanie tried to probe further. "No." Marik dryly put his glass down. "I actually took a detour to the antarctics." She looked dumbfounded, but only for a second. His grin gave him away. "Course it's from the islands. It's from an 8th century monk, he collected everything he could find about fay magic." "Fay, like, fairies? Those are immortal, aren't they?" Marik grinned at his sister, with a mischievous smile. "Wanna help me find out?" "What, torturing fairies to see if they survive? That sounds unusually cruel, even for you." A shadow of disapproval went over her face expression. "Besides, aren't they pretty powerful creatures, I would be worried about retaliation." "Not if the fairy in question plays along willingly." He answered smug. "OK, smartass, and where do you suggest finding a fairy that has a torture fetish? In your pocket?" She started getting wary of his smile. He had something naughty planned, she knew that smile all too well. "Funny you should mention that..." he grinned and winked, then pulled the package out of his backpack. It was an old tome, with inscriptions in both beautiful old latin script, embellished in gold with little paintings, as typical for that time period, but also with many runes. "Those are gaelic runes. I thought they were lost!" Melanie explained. "Scholars would probably give a lot for this just for these and the translations. But these also have power. Watch!" He opened a specific site, which he had marked with a little note, and started reciting something Melanie didn't understand. She did feel the power he invoked though, strange and very unlike the stuff they had been taught by their master. There was a flash, and something hit her, making her see stars for a second or two. Dazed, she shook her head and held on to the table. "You bastard! What did you cast on me!?" She complained. Sometimes she hated that smug smile on his face, she should have seen that coming a mile away. Curiosity killed the cat -- well vixen. Again. "Well. Isn't it obvious? I just told you." Melanie looked down at her arms. Somehow the table seemed to have grown. And so had her brother. Also there was a weird itch on her back, under her blouse. No, the house wasn't growing, she was shrinking. She didn't like the idea of having to look up to Marik, vulnerable like that, so she acted quickly and climbed on the table. But her negative growth spurt seemed to accelerate. She got dizzy and moaned. She wanted to stand up on the table, but her legs gave way and she found herself on her butt instead. Somehow she felt very light. "I'm so gonna turn you into a toad after this...." the quickly shrinking Melanie threatened with a high pitched squeaky voice that surprised herself. Of course her pants and her blouse didn't fit anymore. Her clothes didn't shrink with her, but became more and more baggy, her pants and undies became more and more loose, and suddenly she couldn't see anything but fabric in front of her eyes. Something grew on her back, that stuck out and was very sensitive. She really didn't like the weight of the fabric tugging on it. Annoyed, Melanie squirmed to get free. Then she realised what it was she was growing. Thin, translucent, little wings. A bit like a dragonfly. She could even move them, which made her feel like a little insect. She crawled out of what used to be her clothes, now only the size of a paw. "Great." She looked down at herself, annoyed, while her brother leaned closer to have an inquisitive look at her exposed new self himself. She had retained many of her features. She still had orange fox fur, and her body shape was mostly unchanged, except for its size. And the wings of course. She could feel a strong but unknown magical energy engulf her. She was almost glowing from it, and it seemed to have gotten more pronounced, even though the transformation had apparently taken its course. But she didn't know how to use it. She tried a spell she had memorised - just in case - to turn her brother into a toad as promised, but that seemed to be incompatible with what she was now. Fay magic worked differently, and she had yet to learn any of it, unlike her brother who had apparently already read through the book. "How do you feel, sis?" "Annoyed!" She pouted. "Frail, tiny, and silly. Do these wings even work?" "Don't ask me, you're the first fairy I meet." Marik laughed. Melanie flexed her wings and stretched them this way and that. That didn't seem to do anything, as far as lift was concerned, but the motion oddly resonated with the power she felt. Maybe if she just... Marik watched her glow stronger and lift off the table. Hesitant at first, but as his sister realised she could control her flight relatively instinctively she was about to dart away. Except his paws were quicker. He snatched her out of mid air, squeezing her midsection in the process in his - in comparison - giant paws. "Heyyy! Stop that!" Melanie groaned, shivering. The helplessness in his hands got to her, but she certainly wouldn't show him that this turned her on. Sadly, he knew her well enough and started kneading and massaging her tiny body between his fingers, squeezing her breasts in the process, compressing her hip. A moan escaped her, but at the same time she sent him an insulted glare. "Are you gonna squeeze me to death, or what is your next plan?" Melanie asked, groaning. The idea wasn't as unexciting as she made it sound. "Well, according to this book, you should just regenerate any damage kind of instantly. But I do kinda wanna see what that looks like. How do you prefer, quick or slow?" "Quick, I wanna get this over wiee..." It wasn't as painful as she had expected, but the sensation of being squeezed with all his might was quite overwhelming, turning her last word into a tiny little breathless squeak. At the same time she felt hot. Hot and aroused, and her wings glowed, even though they were squeezed and crumpled in his fist in quite the constricting way. But the final squish that turned her into juice didn't happen. Not for lack of trying. Marik was himself surprised how much resistance that tiny body could make up. "OK... I got this. Looks like fairies are a lot more resilient than I thought." Melanie could barely see anything, the pressure in her head made her vision blurry, but she glared in his direction, unable to speak or move more than a helpless wiggle in his grasp. Even her legs that had been kicking were now straight, as if all the pressure on her upper body inflated her like an overfull balloon, unable to move beyond a tremor. She did feel a lot of juice between her legs. Marik noticed that too. "Oooh, fairy juice. Smells interesting." He picked up a fingertip of the smear from between her legs, sending another jolt of partly unwelcome pleasure through her. He momentarily relaxed the pressure and she could feel herself regain her senses and range of motion. On his finger tip he had a golden, glowing substance, like honey. "Don't tell me that stuff has magical properties..." She commented with an even more squeaky voice. Something inside her was still squished out of shape. "Sure it does. I think everything on a fairy has. Let's try this instead." "No, not again mmmf...." This time he took her head between his fingers and squeezed. It felt like having her face stuck in a bench vise. Her eyes bulged and her vision turned black while the pressure surmounted like the worst migraine she ever had, until suddenly... *splort* The sensation reminded Melanie of a pimple being squeezed out. Disgusting, yet oddly satisfying. At the same time a jolt went through her whole body. Marik giggled, staring at the ooze that was covering his fingers. It was similar to the glowing honey he had squeezed out of her before, except this time it had tiny bits of fur, popped eyeballs, ears and what looked like fairy brain peppered throughout. A generous amount of the yellow substance oozed out of Melanie's neck, while her legs kicked, and her hands seemed to try and touch her head -- which of course wasn't there anymore. The lack of sensation from her senses was a bit unsettling to the vixen. No vision, no sound, no smell and no taste, beyond an odd lingering sweet taste of her own fairy-honey as her tongue disintegrated. Her fingers finally touched something. Her neck. Or rather a rather sensible stump with two holes and lots of squishy sticky jelly oozing for it that apparently acted as fairy blood. She didn't see the stuff accumulate, nor the glow around her, but of course Marik saw it, and wasn't too surprised, when, in a flash of golden light, his sister's head suddenly reformed amidst the sticky mess that still covered her fur and breasts in quite a slippery way. The vixen-fairy gasped, blinking several times, as the sudden light and sensation was a bit overwhelming, until she had regained her bearings. "That.... was a dick move, bro!" "Nah, I had to test your regeneration. It was either that, or squish you under my foot like the little bug you are." "I'm NOT a bug!" Melanie glared at him. "Debatable semantics. By the way the book also says a lot of your abilities are kinda tied to your wings. So... a fairy without wings is supposed to be a lot more vulnerable in the short run." "You are NOT going to rip my wings out, I warn you. I'll use fairy magic." Marik called her bluff. "I don't think you know how to do that yet, sis. But sure, try your best." "Please, none of my spells are working, what if I can't reform?" "What kind of brother do you think I am, sis. Of course I have a way to bring you back to normal... probably... Besides even without wings, you should still reform, just not as ... instantly. According to this," he pointed to the book " if moonlight hits your fairy juice, that's like a powerup. And you know what date it is." Melanie nodded. It was a full moon night after all. So he had that planned for the whole month? "Now excuse me, I gotta wash the fairy juice off my fingers." Melanie didn't have much choice but to tag along to the sink, as he still held her in his paws. She gave the drain a suspicious glance. It had one of these finger-shredding garbage disposal shredders in it. Useful if you had cleaned salad and just wanted to wash the bad parts down the drain, but at her current size and shape, she might just fit right in... He turned it on. The bastard actually turned the fucking shredder on, which spun up with a high pitch whirr, just as he opened the water. "Marik, no, this isn't funny, I don't wanna go down theeeeeeeeeee..." Her legs briefly made contact with the metal rim of the drain, trying to push herself away from the threatening hole, but with the water running it was slippery. Very slippery. Several times her tiny little paw pads gained foothold in the slippery metal only to lose it again, right away. Then, still struggling, both her ankles vanished in the damn hole. "Marik, nooo, I'm gonna be..." That moment she felt the unsettling sensation of something sharp and fast spinning to tug at her feet and pull her into more sharp and tugging sensations that seemed to pull her skin and flesh in several directions all at once. Melanie stared into the black abyss below, feeling her legs becoming mushed up into an unspeakable mess from the ankles upwards. She tried to brace herself with her arms, but Marik just pinched them to her side and pressed her under, water now running over her face and drowning her high pitched complaints. *My pussy... it's gonna shred my pussy....* Melanie's thoughts were derailed by realisations that were both unsettling and oddly arousing at the same time. Her sex twitched, just as she felt her thighs getting pulled into the grinder and disintegrate. *fuck!!!* Just that moment Marik stopped pushing. Probably he has seen the change in her face expression and how she bit her lip. He even let go of her arms, not that it helped much since by now she was down the drain all the way to her breasts. She only found a very slippery hold on the waterlogged sink metal. "Enjoying yourself, sis?" The damn grinder had nearly eaten her thighs and she could feel it splash water against her nethers. Water, and what was probably fairy juice and pieces of her legs. "Fuck you!" She responded and gave him the stinky finger, which of course meant she lost what little hold she had and slipped deeper. A moan escaped her as the splashing turned into a quite stimulating massage of her sensitive crotch for a split second before the sensation changed to one of getting ripped apart and ground to mush. Melanie moaned and arched, which caused her to slip even deeper. The sound changed, as the grinder now had to work through her hips and belly, as she was jerking and shivering. Marik disappeared from her field of vision, as her head vanished inside the chute and the running water soaked her head. She could feel her wings getting shredded now, and they were quite sensitive. Then her breasts. "Fuuuaaargbl...." she gurgled, as both water ran into her mouth and fairy juice started welling up from inside her, up her throat and out of her mouth and nostrils. Her nipples resisted the grinder for just a second or two of quite interesting sensations, before they were gone and her shoulders too were ground up. Then her head, not unlike the previous time, just messier and a lot wetter. She felt herself spinning around at an incredible rate, until something caught at something hard, and there was a brief sensation of being And then nothing. Complete sensory deprivation, as her body was reduced to nothing but fairy mush, washing down the drain pipes. She could imagine how her juiced up and diluted remains washed down the drains and into sewage pipes, but she couldn't experience it. Which, maybe, was a good thing. The only unsettling thought was, that down there, there was typically not a lot of moonlight. How the heck was she supposed to reform? On the other hand, she still had her thoughts together. I think therefore I am, she thought, with an imaginary grin. But what could she do like this? She didn't know that Marik, at that very moment, put a drop of the undiluted honey-like fairy nectar into a little vial with a satisfying grin, before he closed the water and turned the garbage shredder off. The rest of Marik's day was uneventful. He made himself some sandwiches, played a while on the game console, and read some more in magic books for his studies, until the moon shining into his room told him, it was time. Melanie on the other hand was more bored than she had ever been. Having no body sucked. She had hoped that she would reform at least somewhat in the depths of the drains. Even being stuck with rats and shit would have been better than this incorporeal nothingness. She couldn't even tell how much time had passed, except that it was quite a while, and all lingering sexual excitement she had felt for a while after being ground up had long faded. All she could do to bide her time was to imagine various creative things to do to her brother once she had her body back. That... was surprisingly satisfying. For a while. Eventually even that got boring. She wondered if by now, he had started to worry about her. It was unlike him to have anything really bad happening to her. Marik opened the window, then aligned several mirrors and lenses that collected the moonlight and directed it to a small silvery point on the desk. Then he fetched the vial and held it into the ray of concentrated full moon light. At first nothing happened, but then it started to glow golden, brighter and brighter. Marik squited. The light was now as bright as the sun. Then there was the sound of glass shattering, accompanied by a sudden pain of the splinters digging into his fingers. Where the mpw broken vial had been, basking in the moonlight, stood Melanie. A bit pale and shaken. It took her a bit to realise where she was and what had happened. "You cut yourself." She announced after assessing the situation. Marik nodded, a weak smile on his lips. He pulled a splinter from his thumb and sucked it. "Serves you right. That wasn't fun. I spent hours without a body." He made an apologetic face. "Sorry, sis. If I had known you'd be aware of the whole time, I'd have done that at night. I'll make it up to you." "You better!" Melanie pouted. She really wanted to learn how to tap into fay magic herself, and soon. She could tell it was powerful, she just didn't know how to harness it. It felt quite different from anything the dragon had taught them. "I'm gonna need some more fairy dew from you. I promise this will feel good." Marik said with a loving smile, and once more picked her up. Much more gentle this time. The vixen fairy blushed. More so, as he brought her to his nose and started to lick between her legs. She gasped, sighing with a shudder, as she felt her brother's tongue lap over both her inner thighs at the same time. A twitch went through her hip, and she instinctively humped, anticipating the inevitable contact of his vulpine tongue with her pussy. Hers was less spade-shaped than most vixens, more a pair of labia than that of a feral vixen, but the telltale shape of her species could still be recognized. A moan escaped her, as his exploring tongue finally lapped over all the right spots. She didn't even mind that Marik started squeezing her again, compressing her belly and milking her for fairy dew. Moaning and trembling, she leaned into his intimate kisses and felt him lick the very essence from her most private part. After drinking a few drops of her nectar, which resonated weirdly with Melanie's fay magic, Marik dutifully stopped licking for a second, and probed Melanie's squirming bottom for a nice thick drop of golden, glowing juice, which he placed into yet another vial. Then, he pushed his finger once more against her crotch. The digit was huge, compared to her tiny size, and for a time the wiggling finger just pressed into her. Melanie moaned and squirmed, discomfort mixing with pleasure, but she was as happy as he was, when she finally felt herself part and the probing finger started exploring her insides. "Oh fuck... it's so huuuge..." Melanie moaned, feeling herself getting stretched to the limit. "Aaaahhhhhhh..." Marik inserted his finger to the first knuckle, wiggled it around, then pushed further - all the way, until she could feel it not only fill her belly but even her chest and then scrape against the bottom of her throat. A weak moan escaped the squirming fairy girl as another drop of fairy honey appeared on her lips. At the same time, her brother started pumping his finger in and out of her frail body. Melanie didn't know what fairy anatomy really looked like, but it couldn't be anything like her normal body. This motion should have totally crushed her innards. Instead it felt like she was nothing than sticky, slippery golden juice inside, squishing with a slopping sound as she was whole-body finger fucked. It didn't take long at all until the girl in Marik's hands came, her breasts bouncing around and distorting as he squeezed her onto his finger again and again. Trembling and spasming, unable to utter any coherent sound, even if she hadn't been oozing fairy juice from nose and mouth. But Marik wasn't done. With a wet *plop*, he pulled his finger out, then unzipped his pants. Needless to say his throbbing vulpine cock was more than ready for action - except that it was bigger than the entire fairy. Melanie stared at it with a mixture of desire and fear. It wouldn't fit. It couldn't possibly fit. But she still wanted it in her. And Marik was more than willing to oblige. Unsurprisingly, the pointy tip of his cock had no problem fitting into the entrance he had already widened, but it didn't take much of his fleshy rod to press against the insides of her thighs, forcing her legs apart, while her sex just could not take more of his member. A weak moan escaped her, drooling fairy juice from her mouth. She grasped her breasts and tried to will herself further upon the impossibly large insertion. Marik groaned and shivered at the sensation. Then he wrapped both of his hands around her and pushed down. At the same time he thrust his hips forward, and the resistance finally was overcome. Melanie opened her mouth for an ecstatic scream, but all that came forth was an eruption of golden glowing fairy dew, projectiled towards her brother's belly, while her broken fairy body underwent convulsions and tremors of pleasure. Her legs were pushed aside at an angle that was way beyond her natural flexibility - she had never been exactly a ballerina, but now her legs were in a complete split, pushed aside by his knot, pressed against her. She didn't know if she ripped or broke, or what had allowed his cock to enter her so entirely, but now it filled her entire insides, to the point she felt her chest throb with his heartbeat, while the tip of his cock tickled her throat from below. Even if she wanted to, filled up like that she couldn't possibly speak. Only fairy dew oozed out of her mouth and over her breasts. "Aaah fuuuck!!!!" Marik expressed moaning. "Tight!" But there was more to go. He really wanted his knot inside her, so he grabbed each of her legs. Melanie moaned silently, feeling completely helpless, impaled completely on his thick throbbing cock, filled entirely, spread apart to the limit, and then he pulled with all his might. She couldn't take it, she would burst and split apart, there was no way it could fit. But it felt so good. She could feel his tip pressing more against her neck from below. And then suddenly something gave way. She did feel something ripping, but the sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant as the bulb at the base of Marik's cock suddenly slipped into her and filled her belly as if she was 18 months pregnant. With at least quintuplets. At the same time the tip of her brother's genital was rammed way up though her throat, forcing her head backwards, until she could literally feel his tip on her tongue. She licked it, moaning silently, as more fairy dew leaked out of her, between her legs and from her nose and even from her breasts, as his cock just displaced most of what was inside her. "Fuuck...." Marik moaned, and let go of her legs - she was now firmly stuck on his knot, so he grabbed her distended throbbing chest, squeezed her boobs and started masturbating with the fairy that was now little more than a cock sleeve. Faster and faster he rubbed her, up and down on his cock. Her mouth opened and closed with each motion, her jaw pushed apart by his very tip. Her her arms just flailed and twitched while her eyes had long lost focus from the intense sensation. "Sis... sis, I'm gonna... oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A twitch was all the response that told him that she heard him. Although she felt the throbbing sensation more than she had heard his voice. Suddenly the cock that now made up most of her body tensed and became even more stiff, forcing her arms to stand off at an odd angle. Her breast fur was pulled very tight which made her nipples stand taut and firm. A single drop of pre on her tongue replaced the sweet taste of fairy dew with a more salty note, like a hint of what was to come next. And then he erupted. She tried to let it happen, opened her mouth to give his seed room, but it was just too much. It quelled out of her mouth, it came out of her nose. Her eyes went out of focus, bulged, then popped, followed by more of his cum flowing from her eye sockets and ears as her head became a bulging cum fountain A final, twitching hip hump from his side gave her a split second relief, followed by the final massive squirt. Her head just exploded in an eruption of fairy dew and cum, leaving her once more in a limbo without most of her senses. Although this time she could still taste his seed on her tongue, her lower jaw was still there, feeling his cock tip now free, stick out of her neck where her head had been, now playfully licked by her tongue, freed of its usual confines. "Oh fuck Melanie, I think I came a bit too hard, sorry..." Marik apologised giggling, watching the tight. Of course she couldn't hear him, but she was going through constant orgasms herself, helplessly stuck on his cock. Melanie only regained her senses a few minutes later, when Marik was recovering on the couch. His knot had still not completely gone back, but his cock had become mostly limp, so when Melanie's read reformed - still covered in cum that she licked from her lips, she had regained some of her motion ability. Marik smiled at her. "Don't move, or I'm gonna get stiff again." He warned her. And indeed, she could feel a twitch throughout her, followed by a very familiar throbbing as soon as she just moved her arms. "That was pretty intense. Can't you just rip me off?" "I guess, if you don't mind being ripped apart." Melanie grinned at him, lifting her legs as convenient handles, which he took into his paws. A moan escaped her as she felt him start pulling up, while his incredibly tight knot tugged her insides down. "Ready? Here goes nothing... 1... 2.... Three!" Marik yanked her legs up, and with a final ripping sensation, Melanie felt herself split apart. The cock, that had filled her up completely, suddenly slipped free, and left a void in her now empty, torn hull, little more than a limp skin with arms and legs, oozing cum and fairy juice. "Aaah, what a mess." Marik explained and looked at his gore covered cock. Although most of it was fairy juice and his own seed, with a few bits of fur and skin on it. Melanie for now was discarded on the table, trembling, holding on to her own jiggling breasts and shivering, while her lower body was a broken mess. She was split nearly in half, with her legs sticking out and twitching uselessly at a very odd angle. What used to be her hip obviously wasn't anymore. She kept moaning silently, playing with what was left of her, twitching in the afterglow of the intense sensation, before she finally allowed her regenerative powers to set in and restore her body to halfway working order. By then Marik had also cleaned up. "Are you cold?" He asked her. Melanie was shivering a bit and nodded, only to regret it almost instantly when she saw his naughty grin. "There's still a few hours of full-moon light left. There's one final thing I'd like to try." Melanie glanced at him very suspiciously, but wasn't quick enough to evade his grasp, as he once more snatched her up. "You aren't going to cook me, are you?" Earlier, when Marik had licked up her fairy dew, she had felt a weird sensation. Somehow, him ingesting her juice made her feel an odd connection to him, as if her magic kind of became part of his body. But at the same time the thought of being completely ingested filled her with an almost existential dread. It made sense, if her dew was needed to restore herself, what happened if it all was eaten? "Not so much as just running a little test that wasn't possible yet when the monk did his experiments in the old days." Marik explained, while carrying hr to the kitchen. "No... No, you are not putting me in there. Marik, MARIK!" He just grinned evilly and closed the door on the microwave oven. Melanie banged the door from the inside, cum still leaking from her cunny. But of course you couldn't open these from the inside. She could see through the metal grate in the window how her brother went to the control dial. *Ping* "No! Don't!" *HUMMMMMMM* The ground under Melanie started to shift, making her stumble. The floor had started to rotate, just as the light in the microwave oven turned on. A second later, a painful jolt hit her. A piercing scream escaped from her mouth, as sudden electric arcs started dancing between her wings, leaving dark burn marks on the almost translucent sensitive appendages on her back. An unimaginable pain went through her skin, as she dropped to her knees. It felt like being continuously being hit by lightning, as she felt herself cooked alive by the microwave radiation, putting a thousand watts into her tiny helpless body. That moment, she just wished herself away. Anyway, anywhere. Just not here. A very instinctive urge, that somehow resonated with her magic, just as her wings arced and sparkled with electricity. Something happened. She couldn't exactly tell what it was, and it was too quick. Two completely incompatible energies intermingled and created something new... Then there was a flash. Marik was about to turn the device off, concerned by the agony he apparently seemed to cause, when the microwave oven exploded in his face. The lights turned out, as the fuse went off, and the door burst open and knocked him backwards. When he opened his eyes again, thick acrid smoke poured from the microwave oven, both the device's fried electronics and from the ill-fated fairy cooking attempt. Marik opened the window to let the smoke out, then went and searched for a flashlight to look into the device. Where Melanie had been, there was now only a black, smoking sludge that covered the inner surface of the device in a platter pattern. Out of curiosity, he took a bit of the mass on a knife tip and brought it into moon light shining through the open window, but the charred, burned substance that once had been his fairy sister did not glow up. It just sucked up all the light and remained a disgusting goop that smelled horribly burnt. Marik unplucked the destroyed microwave oven, then tossed it out the open window, before it stunk up the whole kitchen for a week. Then he went and fetched the vial with the 'good' fairy dew he had harvested earlier. Twas a good thing, he could still bring her back that way, right? Melanie felt and saw nothing, much like earlier- except, this time it was different. She again was incorporeal, but it felt like she was in a different place. Something was there, some presence. Behind a veil though or some sort of barrier. She could hear voices. "Look, someone came through." "Not all the way, but she almost made it." "Pull her through, she's one of us." "No, she's not. She's a trickster. Look at her, she's a vixen." "But she's stuck. We should help her." Melanie tried to reach out. It was like in a dream, she could dream her body, and yet, she knew it wasn't real. "I'm Melanie... who are you?" she tried to speak. "Don't trust her." "She is a cunning one, but I feel no evil." "We should help her." "We are fay. You made it to our world." "I'm a vixen.. I... I want to learn about you. I mean no harm. Can you teach me?" Melanie tried to reach out. She could see shapes, feel bodies, but it seemed like on the other side of a surface, like a water pond from below. "I still think this is a bad idea." "Shut up. Let's pull her through, we can't leave her like this." Melanie suddenly felt many hands reach for her, grasp her and support her. Then she woke up in a strange place... Marik placed the dew drop under the glass. But a cloud had moved in front of the moon, and for the moment nothing happened. Just his luck. He hoped it would clear up again before the moon set and left the vial where it was, then went to clean up the mess in the kitchen. He was still wiping the wall behind where the microwave had been, when the cloud eventually parted and moonlight shone through the kitchen window once more. At the same time he could see a golden light from his room. Happily he ran there to welcome his sister back. "Sorry about that, that microwave experiment went a bit amiss. I tried to turn it off..." Melanie wasn't there. The vial was broken and the dew was gone, but no Fairy. He turned around, looking for her, when suddenly a yellow flash engulfed him. Melanie was hovering in the air above him, glowing and grinning mischievously. "Got you!" She explained. "What did you do?" Marik asked, but at the same time he knew. He could feel himself shrink, just as the yellow glow became more pronounced. He had seen the transformation happen to her, now he got to experience it himself... except... as he shrunk, there wasn't just the wings on that back that grew, sensitive and itchy. Something also grew on his chest. He cupped his - breasts, then reached down between his legs, only to find a very sensitive slit that oozed fairy juice. "Heyyyy. Why did you do that?" Marik complained, his voice now as high pitched and squeaky as hers had become.. To his astonishment, his sister was not only bigger now, she was a lot bigger. She apparently had managed to turn herself back into her normal full size vixen shape. "Why, have you ever heard of male fairies?" Melanie giggled. "That would be so wrong. Besides, I have a few things planned for you." ... Melanie was in the study room, lecturing her brother. She herself was again in fairy-shape. "That book is full of bullshit. Half the things written in it are incomplete and some are completely untrue. Especially this chapter about other world portals. Farries need no portal, they ARE the portal." She explained and rudely drew over some of the delicate scriptures in the ancient book. "That's great and good, but, could you get me out of here?" Marik asked. He, too was still a fairy, but he was a little bit immobile at the moment. To be exact, he had been pinned to a cardboard sheet that resembled a bug collection - with several pins and needles. Four pins went through each of his wings, which, as they had found out, effectively prevented him from wielding any fay magic. Several more needles pinned his arms and legs, just so he would stay in place. "Common Fairy" was written next to him in decorative letters. "Why, just wait for the moonlight to hit you. Then come visit me, I'm gonna spend some time with our new friends. They have so much to teach us." "But how do I get there? The book doesn't say." Melanie put her arms in her hips. "Well, if you can't figure it out on your own, you could always try microwaves again. See you later!" And then she vanished in a flash of fairy magic. Just like that. "Melanie, wait!" "Melanie?" "Aw come on...." Marik struggled against the pins, but it was no use. And no moonlight in sight either. It was just the morning sun shining through the window. This was gonna be a long day.