0 comments/ 17519 views/ 24 favorites My Stars Ch. 01 By: Wtfmountainemily Eighteen-year-old Jordan was an introverted girl. Eighteen-year-old Jordan was also very horny and not just run-of-the-mill horny either. Eighteen-year-old Jordan suffered from something doctors called hypersexuality. A condition formerly known as nymphomania. She masterbated at least seven times a day. Pictures, books, magazines, videos, late night T.V., strangers she spied out the window of her single-occupancy dorm room. Anything and everyone was fodder for her private lust and she longed for the ability to seize from the world everything she so desperately craved. If she were rich she could have hired people to help her, not doctors or shrinks, she didn't see her conditions as a problem, at least not while she was lost within the throes of it. No, she'd hire people to be with her. Ones she didn't have to talk to - only direct. Or maybe she'd invest in robotics, several robot love-machines would be even better. Like her trusted computer, only with better accessories. She sighed and moved her hand over her demanding vagina, each rapid motion sent sticky droplets from her onto the linoleum beneath. To just fuck, fuck, fuck all the time. That would be glorious she thought as she came over and over again while thinking about it. That would be the best life worth living. If she were braver she might have given herself to other people. Let them use and fulfill her all at the same time. But Jordan wasn't brave, she was shy and so she sat in the dark and touched herself. "Fap, fap, fap," she said sadly to herself as she finally reached a point where she could think straight again. She glanced at the clock on the shelf above her desk. Would she get a full two hours before her hand went back inside her? Or would it just been an hour? Maybe less? She didn't even wear pyjama bottoms anymore, it was just easier to always be ready. Then the guilt arrived, crashing down on her like a giant hammer. Her eyes went to the picture of Jesus she kept on the wall and she gulped audibly. She was a sinner, a dirty girl, a slut. Her lip trembled as the roller-coaster of her emotions swept her up into a shameful regret. "I'm sorry, Jesus," she wept. "I'm sorry, please forgive me." Once her turmoil had settled she sighed, she was still wide awake and her first class was mere hours away. She'd be tired again for school, she was sure of it. Jordan worked away on her homework. Keep busy - idle hands are the devil's tools. Study, distract, concentrate. It all went smoothly for about an hour and a half, until her thoughts drifted back to throbbing cocks, pushing into tight pussies. People groaning and fumbling. Pulsing and pawing at skin both soft and hard. Seminal fluids and blood pumping in living veins. Jordan switched to an erotic image site as if the mouse in her hand were scalding and only sexy things could prevent burning. Was that a cartoon of girls with tentacle penises fucking colourful animal-bipeds? She shivered in disgust, but the longer she stared the more and more aroused by the twisted images she became - fuck it, good enough. She pulled out her trusty Liloo, the poor vibrator was worn almost down to the mechanics of it. She had to angle it so she didn't hurt herself accidentally on the sharper bits. If it were a pencil there'd barely be a nub left. Holy fuck, 'Nub' was a sexy word! She gasped and came everywhere. She was so turned on she sucked her toy and then shamefully (so goddamn, amazingly shamefully) she licked her own juices from her desk and came again while doing so. Why? Thought Jordan desperately. Why did that get me off? What was with her? Why didn't she have other warm bodies to spend her lust upon? Why wasn't she brave? She glanced at Jesus and not for the first time she had an orgasm looking at his beautiful, bearded face. How she would love to dampen those whiskers. Soon she was sickened and exhausted by her efforts. Jordan finally crawled to her bed. Flopping down atop it. She'd rest until her alarm went off and then she would have to spend a new session masterbating fiercely before leaving, just so she could get through one class. She cried into her comforter for a scant few minutes until sleep claimed her and pulled her down into her fretful, sex charged dreams. * "Eighteen!" said a pleasant, female voice. "At long last." Jordan woke up and looked around. The voice in her dreams had seemed startlingly real. Her room was empty and the alarm on her phone started ringing in the 'Stargaze' tone she'd set it for. Time to get up. The urge to pee hit her and with it came the rising lust. She just hoped she could finish one before the other became too pressing to ignore. Jordan stood in the shower, she'd had to take care of both at the same time and found the hot water made her feel less awkward about it. Her life was full of tricks to help her manage day to day. She rinsed her hands in the shower spray, wishing she could get her mouth on her own pussy for the billionth time, before simply caving in and feeding herself copious amounts of her own feminine cum. Using her fingers until the need to drink it all down had finally past. She towelled-off and got dressed, rushing outside eating a piece of toast, while throwing on her hooded, black jacket. "I'm sorry, Jesus!" she yelled as the door closed behind her. She moved by some of her neighbours, they were all tall and beautiful girls. Each one had been a part of her private fantasies at one point or another. The fact she was reviled by them was icing on the cake as she imagined them forcing her to do degrading things for their amusement and vice-versa. "Hey, scrag," they all said disdainfully to her as she walked through the hall. Fiona, Gale and Avril, they were a group of fashionable, party girls. Instinctively she diverted her eyes. Fiona pulled her hair as she walked by, stripping some strands painfully from her scalp. Jordan gasped and turned back to them. "Keep you fucking wank-athons to a minimum, dyke," said Avril angrily. "Your chair squeaks to all hours of the night and I don't need to be put off my beauty-rest by your sick need to finger-bang yourself every ten minutes!" "I'm sorry," mumbled Jordan, adjusting her glasses. Gale spat on her face and Jordan winced as her lenses smeared. They all laughed and walked off, arm in arm. Jordan squirmed in her panties as she stared longingly at the clear liquid on her glasses. It ran down, dripping slowly and she fought back against her arousal. Gale had touched her, she'd given Jordan a piece of herself. The hall was empty now and she watched mesmerized by the oozing spittle. Liquid from a pretty girl. Jordan's tongue came out to taste it and she fought back the urge to vomit as she realized how sick she was being. Angrily she wiped her eye-glasses on the hem of her knee-length skirt. Fuck them! Fuck them! Oh, how she wanted to fuck them. * She arrived in class and reached her assigned seat. The professor, Mr. Talbot liked everyone organized where he could locate them. She sat down next of Kale Brooks and glanced at him. He was on the school swim-team and she'd had a crush in him since the first day she'd seen him. His body was compact and hairless. His dark hair gelled-back like those guys from reality television. Hawklike nose and white teeth. She would ride him like a sea-pony. He glanced at her and she swiftly diverted her eyes, her long, stringy hair concealing her face. "Hey, Bertha," he said absently before turning back to the girl beside him. Jordan melted. "It's Jordan," she said inaudibly. It didn't matter, he knew she existed! The class started and the professor came in. He was balding and wore a nice suit. Swiftly, Prof. Talbot set his case down and began his discussion about the importance of civil law. Jordan took notes until the dampness between her legs became too much to ignore. Noisily, she got up and took her purse to the washroom. She opened a stall and pulled out her large buttplug. As if on autopilot she lubed it up and set it on the seat before angling her anus so she could sit down on it. The fullness of it stretching her ass and filling her bowels made her cum. She gripped the stall walls and sighed softly in release. Once settled she pulled her panties back up and her skirt down over her knees. She noticed the wetness on the hem of her skirt as she adjusted. It was the remnants of Gale's spit. Still exactly where she had wiped it. Moist, as if it might never dry. She rolled her eyes disappointedly and quickly sucked the material into her mouth, running her tongue over the dampness while swallowing repeatedly amid her soft moans. Her hand plunged between her legs once more and she rubbed furiously at her clit until she climaxed again with the thought of Gale and she being hammered side by side by Kale's willing cock. "Enough," she ordered aloud, suddenly feeling guilty. She spat out her long skirt and left the stall to wash her hands and face. "Freedom," said a chipper female voice and Jordan turned off the water and spun to see who was there. The bathroom was empty and she was fairly certain she was going mad. "Is someone there?" she asked. There was no answer. She headed for the door and was slammed away as a group of girls came in. They chatted and strutted, none of them even looking at her, even as Jordan's temple smacked the edge of the paper towel dispenser. She fought back tears and rubbed her head. The five girls just talked among themselves loudly and fixed their make-up. She stifled a sob of pain and exited before they decided to leave and bowl her over again. Jordan moved down the hallway, a boy on his phone stopped talking as she walked by. She looked at him, thinking he might be interested in her. "Oh my God," he said covering his face. "Bro, no shit, I was just crop-dusted by the nastiest smelling bitch that ever lived." Wide-eyed, Jordan bit her lip to keep from screaming as she ran back to class. She resumed her seat, checking periodically to see if she really did smell. She held her throbbing head and adjusted the depth of her buttplug by shifting on her cheeks. She listened to Professor Talbot and wished her day were already over. * Jordan got home and ate quickly. Pairs figuring-skating was on and she stripped down to get comfortable - she could never resist figure-skating outfits. She squirted all over the towel she'd brought with her to bed. Jordan was lost in the shiver of ecstasy, when a clapping sounded out, accompanied by a loud woman's squeal of enjoyment that filled her room. Her heart skipped several beats and Jordan sat up to see a tall, tanned, naked 'woman' standing behind her. "Oh, my girl," said the gorgeous, blonde lady in a sweet, Scottish lilt. "Look at you, all grown up." "Who are you?" gasped Jordan. She noted the curving antlers set atop the woman's head. Next she noticed the alien slant of her eyes and the length of her sharply pointed ears. For the first time in her life Jordan feared for her safety. "I am Helena," she said with a dazzling, sharp-toothed grin as she set a cloven-hoofed foot on the girl's bedspread. "Queen of the northern Fey!" A large, flaccid penis dangled several inches down her leg, it swayed like a pendulum that both hypnotized and horrified the girl by its mere presence alone. "Please don't kill me," said Jordan fearfully of the exuberant creature. "Okay," agreed Helena with a giggle and a playful shrug. "What do you want?" asked Jordan, her usual shyness forgotten as she stared at the strange woman. "You of course," said the hoofed blonde, reaching out to take Jordan's small hands in her own sharply taloned ones. "You're a woman now. As your mother, I am here to instruct you in our ways." "I think you might have the wrong person... uh... ma'am," replied the college student nervously. "I have a mother at home." "Oh, nay my dear, those were you're guardians. The mortals I left you with. You are 'my' child." Jordan shook her head, "I'm sorry, but-" "Have you ever felt strange, girl?" asked the grand creature. "Felt you didn't belong, or had cravings you couldn't explain?" Jordan found it easy to agree with all of those questions. "You're a fey, my child," said Helena. "One of the charmed-folk." "But," she said indicating to herself. "I don't look like you." "Do you want to?" asked the tall woman. "Should I?" asked Jordan bewildered by what was happening. "That's up to you," said Helena as if it were as simple as Jordan making up her mind about it. "Can I make myself less," she struggled for the polite way to say what she needed to. "Less aroused by things." Helena didn't follow and shook her head. "Less always wanting... sex," she whispered the last part as it were a very dirty word. Helena looked shocked and shrieked in horror, "You want to be more like the dwarves!" "What?" asked Jordan, afraid she'd offended the frightening creature, especially when she saw the sharp canine teeth that the woman possessed bordered in a frown. "No, no. I don't think so. You mean like short-ish people?" "The Aidūn," said Helena with distaste. "The stone-folk. Nasty, greedy blighters. Always with their rules and grumpy dispositions. You nay want to be a dwarf, do you, my love?" "I don't know," answered Jordan. "I don't think so?" "The urges are what make a fey," said Helena. "Without our passion, we might as well be made of wood. Without our lust, we return to the stillness that existed before the universe was formed. Do want to be a carving, girl?" "Definitely not," she answered holding her hands up defensively as the creature flashed a talon before her eyes. "Please, let's not do that." Helena smiled as though satisfied by her answer, "Good. But if you want to have something, anything, it's your choice." "It is?" asked Jordan. "Aye, dear," she answered. "They're your stars after all." "My stars?" asked the student perplexed. "Of course," confirmed the creature again, her long hair falling away to reveal a pair of perfect and very large breasts. "You don't think I would touch them." "I could touch them," Jordan said licking her lips. "Of course you can," said Helena. "They're yours." "They are?" she asked looking up from the creature's nipples to her sparkling green eyes. "What are?" "Your... oh, my," laughed Helena. "Have I even shown you?" "Not... sure," replied the girl honestly. The magnificent creature laughed loudly and her room melted from around them. Gone, as if reality were made of tiny pebbles - sand suddenly washed away by a surging tide. When the shifting stopped they were surrounded by a moonlit garden of navy leaves, soft grey marble bridges and glowing pathways. "Welcome to the Night-Orchard," said Helena in a mystical way. "The realm of fairy dreams." Jordan looked around and saw several other creatures were present. There was a handsome, horned man with a goat's lower body that watched her with great interest from his perch in a nearby tree. A squat green thing, with bulging eyes and hands like a frog's walked behind them along the path. And in the woods, something big and hairy, a snarling shadow that paced along beside them just out of sight. Jordan jumped as a pair of slimy hands grabbed her buttocks and separated them. "She has something in her," croaked the frog-man with surprise. "She does?" asked Helena intrigued. The woman crouched down and held Jordan's arm so she couldn't pull away. "It's a black thing!" Claws touched the buttplug and Jordan was overcome with carnality. "Best let me, milady," said the squat man-thing. "May be a dwarven trap." "In my daughter's rectum?" shrieked Helena distraughtly. "Can't be too careful, your grace," he croaked. "Hang on, my lovely," Helena said hugging her tightly. "Yerbert will extract the device!" The plug started to come out and she gasped in pleasure. Then the slimy fingers slipped and it settled back inside of her. Over and over this was repeated until cum ran down her legs. "She sprung a leak!" cried Yerbert. "Best leave it in, your majesty. No telling what those darned Aidūn have done to her!" "Can the stars help?" urgently pleaded the tall woman. "We can only hope!" declared the frogman. "Hurry, my dear," said Helena ushering her along the path. Jordan, more clearheaded, didn't have the courage to tell her it was just a sex toy, especially not after all the drama and worry. She was led to a still pond, the shape of a four-leaf clover. The water within was black, dark and thick like oil. "This is the Pool of Possibility," the woman said. "Within it every fey may behold and mend their stars. Look inside my dear. Tell me what you see." Jordan glanced within, at first she saw nothing, until one by one small points of radiance began to shine up from the sable liquid. "I see pin-pricks of light," she said and the creature nodded eagerly. "Your stars," Helena held up a hand, starting at the top left leaf and waving her claw counterclockwise at all four parts, stopping at the top right. "Physical, Intellectual, Spiritual and Glamour. You may increase or decrease the light of one or all of them. Upon the setting of the sun's next light all you have set into motion shall be made real for you." Jordan looked at the physical pool - height, weight, skin tone, hair tone, muscle, dexterity, endurance, youth, a variety of appearance stars and of course various body parts. The intellect one dealt with intelligence and knowledge, brain functions and memory. Spiritual was all personality, faith, willpower, desires, sexual proclivities and conscience. Glamour though was very interesting it had stars like - age limit, locomotion, enchantment, conjuration and individual mortals. She selected individual mortals and saw that within she could call up any living person in the world and see their stars as well. She pulled up the girl, Gale, from her dorm. She could see fragments of Gale's memories, see her sexual preferences and desires. Jordan got the sense she could modify the brightness of the other's intellect, faith and personality traits... anything really. She wondered if what she did to Gale in the pool would truly changed anything back home. "Everything," whispered Helena as if reading her mind. "Mortals are malleable things, easily altered by their betters and you my dear are one of the best." "If you're a queen?" asked Jordan expectantly over her shoulder. "Then you - my princess," replied the woman in a pleased way. Jordan's amazement was growing. She looked at the star that held her sex-drive and saw it was dazzling, as were many of the ones that denoted what she would find sexually appealing. She immediately saw many of the more noxious fetishes were almost black, to be dimmed so much they were barely noticeable and she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed she had some saving graces after all. She reached down over the ledge to touched the one that dictated her horniness. She cast a glance at her escort and saw disappointment on Helena's enchanting face. Jordan struck upon a better idea and switched to her spiritual leaf, spotting her willpower and self-control stars. She brightened them quite a bit. Helena seemed intrigued by her change of mind and Jordan really hoped they helped her when she eventually got back. Next she went physical and brightened many of the stars that were associated with personal beauty and other superficial things. Making herself as lovely as she could ever hope to be. She reduced her weight, changed her hair qualities and colour, reduced her body odour and finally made her ass and boobs snare-drum tight. She also made herself tougher and faster. She didn't know what all the changes would do, but she wanted to give herself everything she could, on the off-chance she never made it back to the orchard. My Stars Ch. 01 "I'd boost my memory if I were you," said Helena. "You'll likely want to know what you've modified before, so you don't wind up repeating things you found unappealing." Jordan found that to be a good suggestion and did just that. "Not too much though, my dear," said the queen. "Else everything you enjoy will become old-hat in a short amount of time. Pace yourself, you've got an eternity ahead of you." "Okay," she said after a few modifications. "I think I'm done." "Are you sure you wish to remains so demure, my love?" said the woman, her eyes flashing back to Jordan's spiritual side. "Oh," said the girl with trepidation. Her stars for courage and confidence were both dim, she increased them both a tad, but was nervous about raising them too high all at once. "Two things about glamour," insisted Helena once she finished. "First, always set your age limit as high as possible. That will assure you live as long as the world you're attached to... theoretically. Secondly - enchantment should be high. It allows you to influence mortals and has the added effect of making their memories of you fuzzy. They'll forget and make excuses for the strange things we do, in that you'll find protection." "Protection?" she asked worriedly. "Oh, aye," she said. "From the dwarves. They'll want to capture or kill a princess like you. You'll need to be on your toes." "I will?" asked Jordan anxiously. "The price of power," said the creature. "Everyone will want to take it from you." "Take it?" said Jordan. "Aye, raw salt will weaken you and iron forged in a low heat will suppress your magics, a weapon made of this cold iron will slay you outright and your qualities will pass to the closest fey at the moment of your death," said Helena dourly. "Are dwarves fey?" Jordan asked as it seemed really sort of pertinent. "Dwarves?" she cried in dismay. "Part of our world? Nay. They just share our blood, our origins and our magic, but they are no kin of ours!" "But could they steal my powers if they kill me?" "Oh, aye," said her guide suddenly nonchalant. "That they could easily do that and they would - in a heartbeat." Jordan grew depressed. To distract herself she adjusted and studied her glamour stars. One said 'time travel' and she was amazed. "Can we travel through time?" she asked Helena. "Of course you can go back and forth in time!" said the woman as if it should be obvious. "Time is a rule. Rules are made by dwarves for mortals. You're immortal, so you can do what you want. Unless you don't want to go back and forth in time, then that's a decision, and decisions are the only rules that truly matter!" "Wow," Jordan said, looking at the others. She settled on increasing her perception, lifespan and enchantment. Hopefully she'd be able to notice things out of the ordinary and use her enchantment to avoid any trouble she saw coming. "Can you explain more about enchantment, Helena?" "We use our powers to play with mortals," she began. "Humans are the spawn of dwarves and ourselves from long ago, you see. We can peer inside their hearts and mind. Read those hidden desires they bury down, hiding from even themselves and we liberate them to the point where they may indulge in their true natures." "That's kind of beautiful," breathed Jordan, as she thought of all the psychological things people could be healed from and learn to live with. Making them more like her. "Or we just force them to do what we want because it's fun," added Helena with a dismissive wave of her hand. Jordan thought on that and furrowed her brow, "Couldn't there be a dark side to that kind of control?" "Oh, aye," said the fey queen lightly. "A terrible, horribly dark one, but come now. That's enough for one day, back to your squalid hovel we go!" They returned and Jordan looked around at her small dorm room again, "How do I get back to the Night-Orchard?" "Desire it, dear. But you can only go there once per day, between the sunrises of the place you last entered it. While you're there, time stands still here, awaiting your return. Any changes you make will nay affect reality until the next dusk, so take your time and be wise in your choices. Oh, and you can only stay in the orchard for eight hours before you must return." "Okay," said Jordan with a deep exhale. "Would you like to have intercourse now?" asked Helena with a pleasant smile and Jordan gagged on her own saliva at the unexpected suggestion. "Aren't you... didn't you say you were my mother?" gasped the girl. "Aye, so?" "That would be incest," blurted Jordan. "Incest," said the fey with a scowl. "A dwarven term. More of their meddling in the affairs of others. We Fey are mercurial, I'm not the same thing I was when I conceived you. Heavens, I'm not even the same thing I was when I birthed you! Such matters are for mortals, not wonders such as we." "Really?" asked Jordan. "Would I lie?" said the creature. "Would you?" Jordan asked her. "I'd lie 'with' you, princess," she said sultrily. "How could you be my mother with that?" asked Jordan fearfully and Helena glanced down at her now rock hard, twelve inch penis. "This," she said pointing to the large cock. "These things are like jewelry, you'll learn to change your form as you like in time. Once you understand your stars better. Do you not like it?" Her question was asked as she shoved the phallus right into Jordan's face. The girl licked her lips, that old sensation brewing up within her. "If you don't, then look over there," said Helena pointing away. Jordan glanced at her mini-fridge and when she looked back the penis was gone, replaced by a small and sweet pussy that peeked out temptingly from between the fey's shapely legs. "I can be whatever you want," Helena said innocently. "Should I look more like your lover there." Jordan glanced to her picture of Christ on the wall, "That's Jesus." "Good taste," said the creature. "I'd shag him too." "No," said Jordan trying to find the willpower she'd added to her stars. "It's wrong." "I saw a desire star labelled 'incest' that glowed oh, so brightly in the pool, girl," said the fey moving closer to touch her skin with her nails. "And your increased discipline does nay arrive until tonight." "You're not even human," said Jordan shuddering at her closeness and seeking any kind of reason for them to stop. Helena brushed her lips against hers, "Neither are you, my naughty, little changling." A prehensile tall entwine Jordan's leg and she gave a small squeaked as it ensnared her, "Scary, very scary." Helena kissed her neck and her talons gently raked the girl's flesh. The tail seemed to climb up her thighs and Jordan focused on her breathing, trying to stay calm. "I've never been with anyone," she said. "Let alone the queen of the fey. Can we go... uh... slower?" "Life is a force," whispered Helena, her voice seemed to echo around inside Jordan's head, as if it were the thoughts of her mother permeating her her whole being. "Sex is the primal energy of life, and we are the embodiments of that energy." Jordan's arousal took over and she kissed the creature on the mouth. Their lips mashing together roughly, tongues duelling. Helena's thoughts vibrated her whole form, making Jordan feel alive and empowered with possibilities. "Make me whatever you are," she begged and the creature licked her neck hungrily, as an animal would its supper. Helena threw her to the bed and pushed her legs apart. Her teeth scraped the inside of her thighs and her long tongue snaked into her virgin sex. "Make me!" pleaded the coed and the fey woman lapped up her essence like a fine wine. Jordan shouted with passion, not caring who heard as her mother touched near her stuffed asshole and the almost forgotten buttplug. "It's not a trap," exclaimed Jordan, yearning for the creature to use the black dildo on her. "It's a sex toy." "I know," said Helena devilishly. "It's just Yerbert has such a love for assplay and I really can't say no to him. He's such a darling." Jordan bit her lip as the woman sodomized her with the plug, her strong claws easily pulling it out and shoving it back in. She came and the fey drank all of her, greedily taking every drop. "Let me taste you!" snarled Jordan, moving as quickly as she could to the other's gold-trimmed pussy. She locked her lips on Helena and what she lacked in experience she tried frantically to make up for in effort. The queen chuckled in a delighted way, a sing-song chime of melodious laughter. It spurred Jordan on as she searched tirelessly for more and more of her mother's ambrosia. Helena screamed and grabbed the sides of her head. Jordan paused to see if she had done something wrong only to witness the strange woman explode into a burst of brilliant light. The girl was blinded for a moment, seeing sunspots and flashes of dazzling colours that she had never witnessed before. A second later sinuous arms and a warm, soft body pressed against her. Kisses were applied to the back of her neck and her mother cooed into her ear, "You're my daughter alright, little what's-your-name." "Jordan," the girl answered sort of hurt she hadn't known it or asked her name before that moment. "Ew," said Helena, pulling her to the mattress to spoon her from behind. "You can choose a better name too. Once you're ready, dear." They lay still for a short time until Jordan came up with more questions. "Why don't I look like you?" she asked. "You're so tall and beautiful. While I'm so..." "Dumpy," finished the creature. "It's your goblin phase, my sweet. All fey adopt it. Cowardly and unnoticed. It's like camouflage, protecting our young from our enemies until they are ready to undergo the metamorphosis of the stars. Some of us never leave the goblin phase, choosing to mess with dwarves and mortals alike. Stealing car keys, making socks go missing, hiding remotes. Sowing discontent amid the ranks of the stuffed-shirts. It's noble work, if uninspired." "So I won't always have crooked teeth and this weird pallor to my skin?" "Nay as of sunset, my sweet." "And my acne?" "Gone," assured the queen. "Along with your rock-troll bottom and animalistic body odour. Though I'll miss the latter." "What am I supposed to do?" asked Jordan, uncertain of what would be expected of her. "Live," said Helena getting up. "Survive." "Am I supposed to inspire the world?" she wondered. "Save the innocent." "Oh, the sun is setting," her mother grabbed her hand and moved her to stand before the mirror above her dresser. As she watched a mist formed in the room about them and Jordan's image began to grow dim, almost seeming a superimposed picture over another, much more gorgeous one that was materializing from the fog. The ground grew farther away and she could feel her skin tightening all over. Her boobs swelled and rose into a better position, she turned and watched as her waste and hips slimmed, her belly fat evaporated and her butt shrunk to a delectable shape, like an upside-down heart. "It's magic," said the girl in a less nasal and much stronger voice. "It was all true." She marvelled at her now luxurious, strawberry-blonde hair and touched her tiny, hard nipples and beautiful breasts. "I am a fey." Helena smiled at her and widened her eyes, "You have so much fun ahead of you." Jordan looked at her mother and spoke the only question she had left to ask, "So, what are the responsibilities of being a fey princess, mother?" Helena just smiled brightly, winking one twinkling eye before vanishing into the mist as quickly as she'd come. Leaving her reborn daughter to figure out the answers for herself. My Stars Ch. 02 Jordan stared at her new, spellbound body in the mirror. The cool mist that surrounded her was receding from wherever it had come from and her mother, Helena had disappeared half an hour ago. She touched her neatly trimmed pussy and felt a familiar, rising appetite within her, but this time it was tempered by her heightened self-control. She would have all that she wanted, but in her own time and at her own pace. Tonight she decided, instead of diddling herself at home, like a shut-in, she wanted to take her new form out for a test-run. She looked at the exit to her dorm room, everyday before this one without fail she had gazed upon her door with cold uncertainty - a learnt fear from the rejection and teasing that had haunted her since second grade. She was still apprehensive, but at least now she had renewed confidence. Thanks in large part to a lovely appearance and the promises of mystical abilities. She dressed in her best clothes and placed a well manicured hand on the knob before shuddering. 'Knob' was such a hot word. Turning it slowly she peeked out into the hallway to find it was chock-full of people. Normally she would have slammed the portal closed and braced it against an unforgiving world, once more resuming her non-stop marathon of olden time T.V. shows with intermittent self-abuse. Yet this time she did not retreat back inside, she wasn't afraid as she was before. When her room sealed behind her, she was on the other side of her dimly lit jail cell, henceforth, Jordan was a prisoner no more. She pressed her back against the wood, staring head-on toward the non-stop commotion that seized her entire floor in its wanton and debaucherous grip. There was a celebrate afoot, like most nights yet this one seemed even larger and wilder than the usual fare. Well-built adonises in baggy shorts and little else between her an their nether-regions mixed unabashedly with the sultrily clad and enticing coed nymphs. It was a summer's theme party, one that celebrated a long lost sunshine, as they all once again stewed within the cold chill of the late autumn. She took a step and glanced at the discord that had befallen the dorms - discarded popcorn pieces and empty beer cans, lost undergarments. Littering the hallway as if no one present had ever heard of a garbage. No doubt they'd have to have those cleaned up before the dorm monitors came round in the afternoon. The music blared and she could barely hear herself think. She looked back up at the party from the filth on the floor and found a dozen people silently staring at her. Jordan froze like she'd been caught stealing a candy bar and stared mortified at all the eyes locked onto her. The magic hadn't worked. She thought it had but obviously the people in front of her could still see her old, frumpy self. They were likely wondering what the troll was doing outside of her cage, interrupting their good time with her obnoxious presence. Still, she felt brave, she just had to get out of the building. Once outside she'd find people who she could be comfortable around and vice versa. The fact the fey queen had lied to her, even tricked her was a bitter sting to her heart, but one she could do little about. A tall, blonde guy with green zinc-oxide on his nose and red trunks held out a can of light beer to her. She pulled back, thinking her might pour it on her. "Pretty," he babbled. He didn't call her pretty, it was more like he had seen a fireworks display or something equally impressive. A marvel so incredible he could only mumble in awe before it. Jordan looked behind her for who or what he was speaking about, she only saw the hallway, since her room was last on the floor. "Stupid," he mumbled and she was taken aback. Was he calling her stupid? "You probably want a fresh one." He was talking about 'himself' being stupid! He was offering 'her' a fresh beer. That was all very... unexpected. He motioned for her to follow him and Jordan was amazed she could hear him at all. In fact, as she glanced around she was amazed to find that she was noticing almost everything. Jewelry on peoples' bodies, someone's lost phone on the floor, the absurd amount of paper confetti in use. Nothing really escaped her. "I'm Josh," the guy said casting a subtle glance at her chest as he said it. "Are you new here?" Drunken shouts from the other end of the hallway interrupted her answer and a bunch of shirtless guys carrying a full keg came barreling down the corridor. She sidestepped them easily, her body moving with the grace of a dancer. The lead guy saw her twist away and seemed startled when he spotted her. His hand released his part of the keg and the whole front of it fell, slamming onto her foot unceremoniously. "Shit!" yelled another of the men and Jordan was quickly surrounded by a throng of concerned beach-boys. "Is she okay?" bellowed one. "She took the edge of a full keg to her foot," sarcastically said another. "I'm sure she's fine." They tried to get her to sit so they could pull at her black shoe, but Jordan yanked away from them wondering what the fuss was. Sure, she'd felt the impact, but it hadn't hurt. "I'm fine," she insisted five or six times before they would stop. "That keg weighs over a hundred pounds," said the man who'd caused the accident. "Your foot has to be broken." "Uh," she looked down at her footwear skeptically. "Steel-toes?" "You're wearing steel-toed shoes to a beach party?" asked the same guy. "Yes?" she spoke as if asking if they believed it. All of the men were seriously drunk and stared at her glass-eyed. "That's kinda hot," said the one. The rest thought about it and agreed to one degree or another. "Let's get you some beer!" yelled another and she smiled but declined. As they set up a table down by her room to rest the keg upon Josh reappeared with a can for her. It was already open and she took a sip of it. The blonde man tipped the bottom to get her to drink more than she originally intended and she coughed as too much went down all at once. She smiled and wiped off her chin, "It's good," she lied, beer was horrible. He smiled and indicated they had lots more, but she waved him off politely. "Who are you here with?" he repeated. "Kale," she said, the first boy's name to come to her. "Gale?" he asked. "Cool, we're tight." She nodded not overly concerned about the mix up of names. "Are you just friends?" he asked. "Or cousins or something?" She hiccuped and covered her mouth. The beer wasn't sitting well and she was sweating, "How hot is it in here?" "Well it is a beach party," he said indicating his outfit. She shook off a weird, light-headed feeling and pointed to Gale's room, "I'm going to see Gale." She walked off and Josh tried to make excuses why she should stay, but she was craving someone else's attention. She spotted Gale inside her room, a bunch of people were in there as well. Sitting, standing, drinking - how was she going to get her alone? Jordan thought about what her mother had told her regarding the Night-Orchard. She could return if she desired it, maybe desire was the key to fey magic. She remembered she had cranked her enchantment to 11, she must have had some sort of skill at it. "Excuse me," she said clearly and all eyes went to her. "I 'desire' to speak with Gale. Could everyone else leave?" Some people stood up as if wondering what they should do, while others ignored her. Anger and arousal flushed up from within her and she stomped her foot loudly on the ground, "Leave! Now!" As if in a mass trance everyone but Gale stood up and walked into the hallway. Jordan smiled and closed the door, once she and the pretty brunette were alone at last. "Come here," she said to Gale as her lust spiked within her. The other woman complied. "Who are you?" Gale airily asked, looking her up and down. "You don't know?" she asked, suddenly wishing she had brought her glasses. She didn't need them any longer, but Gale might have recognized them. She'd spat on them after all. "I'm your neighbour." "I've never seen you." "You have," assured the fey princess. "You call me scrag." "Jordan?" she said looking her up and down. "How?" "Plastic surgery," lied the girl. "Or maybe I was just playing at ugly to see how people treated me." "Why?" asked Gale sounding disgusted at the prospect. "You treated me very badly," said Jordan, moving in closer and touching the naked skin of her arm. "Now you can make it up to me." "How can I make it up to you?" asked Gale with a shake of her head as if trying to will away cobwebs forming in her mind. "You can start," said Jordan, brushing her lips against the other girl's. "By giving me a taste of your spit, from the source." She kissed her and Jordan felt her libido soar to new heights. She had been dreaming of this since school had started. She sampled the other coed's saliva and ran her tongue inside her mouth. "I can't," said Gale dizzily. "Why can't you?" asked Jordan trying to resume their make-out session. "I'm not a lesbian," said the other girl. "So?" "So, everything!" said Gale pushing her away, her voice rising, strengthening against the enchantment. "Look, if I was a clam-eater, you'd be like top of my list." Gale waved her hands to indicate all of Jordan. "But I never order off the seafood menu," said Gale opening her door and motioning for the other to leave. "I'm all about the beef." Jordan lowered her eyes and nodded, "I'm sorry." "You bet your skanky, pussy-munching ass you are," said Gale cruelly and the people in the hall who had overheard her howled mockingly. "Go find yourself a dyke bar!" Jordan was crushed and humiliated. The magic was faulty! Gale had blown her off so easily. What had she done wrong? She moved down the hallway and saw Josh, he was whispering to his friend, a dark-haired man a bit shorter than him. At first she thought he was making fun of her, but then her keen ears heard what they were saying. "Did you put it in her beer?" asked the dark-haired one. "I dumped half in there, Brody," said Josh as if pissed. "It should have dropped a horse." "Well fuck," said Brody. "She's not here with Gale obviously, not anymore anyways. See if she'll take another drink. If she passes out no one's going to notice if we take her somewhere quieter." "I'll try," said Josh. "But I swear I laced the last one." "Hurry, man," urged The dark-haired one. "She's coming this way." "Stall her!" Brody broke away, making it seem like he was just innocently out for a walk. He pulled short in front of her, trying to make it seem like he hadn't noticed Jordan and was just 'so' surprised when she appeared in front of him. "Hi, Brody," she said, her humiliation transmuting into a concealed anger as she studied him. "Yeah, I'm Brody," he said stunned she already knew his name. "My rep proceeds me." "Oh, it will," she promised darkly. "What's your last name?" "Uh, Hansen," he said and extended his hand for her to shake it. She ignored the offered greeting and watched as Josh came back with a full, red, plastic cup. He dodged partygoers and moved closer to present it to her, "Hey, remember me? Noticed your beer was spilt so I got you another drink. It's orange, you don't look like the kind of chick who swears by strawberry." They were good, how many girls had fallen for their honeyed words and smooth routine? She took the cup and was just about to sip it when she stopped and pointed to Josh. Both of them had wide-eyes as she was about to drink, but recovered well, not looking disappointed at all when she hesitated. "What's your last name?" Josh pointed to himself, "Sawyer," he said looking confused. She pulled his shorts away from his waist and look down on his rather disappointing penis. With her other hand she dumped the drink into his crotch, the ice leading the way. "What the-" yelled Brody in a pissed tone, as Josh's pleased look at her forwardness turned into gasping shock as he was doused. "Be thinking of you, boys," she said and made her way through the crowd, beyond their grasping hands and following curses. * Jordan made her way to the athletics building. She had no idea where Kale lived, but was yearning to be close to him. He was a swimmer, the pools in the building were his playground. Where he came to hone his abilities. The building was set to emergency lighting and it was likely closed, but she wasn't sure since she'd never went there before. She swiped her student I.D. and found the door opened for her. Jordan walked through the quiet halls, glancing at the trophies and team banners that decorated the place. A running track circled the upstairs and there were a variety or exercise and weight rooms. She smiled sheepishly to the security guard at the desk, he was older and looked unconcerned by her presence, he rustled his newspaper and addressed her, "Pool's still open, but you swim-team people will all have to life-guard yourselves. "Okay," she said and look in at the pools beyond a series of dark windows. There was one swimmer splashing about and her heart began to flutter. Could it have been Kale? She opened the adjoining door and was assaulted by the stench of strong chlorine. Feeling confident, she silently walked to the edge of the water and watched the tanned-skinned man doing laps. He went back a forth several times, churning the pool's liquid as her own grew more and more noticeable inside her panties. The figure was cut, his smooth skin and well-defined muscles glistening in the soft lights above. She touched the buttons on her collar, fingering them gently as she marvelled at the man's speed and confidence in his chosen element. Soon Kale pulled himself to the edge if the pool, holding onto the side as he breathed in deeply and pulled his goggles down around his neck. Jordan sat and stared, waiting, willing him to notice her. He swiped the water from his nose and mouth, his short hair dripping moisture from a hundred different points. As if sensing her he glanced over and gave a small smile at her unexpected presence. He swam over, gripping the edge nearest her and looked her over, "Hey." "Hey," she said back. Her eyes taking in every stubbly whisker and pore on his face. "Were you going to swim?" he asked. She shook her head, "I was hoping to see you here." He laughed softly and nodded, "Then I guess you got your wish." She smiled at him, resting her temple on her hand as she stared into his dark eyes, "Almost." "What's your name?" "Jordan," she said. "That's a really nice name," he replied with a gorgeous smile. "I'm almost done. You wanted to see me swim, any chance you'd be up for something else after I get my stuff?" "Like what?" she asked, growing intrigued. "Well," he said dipping below the water for a second before continuing. "Food, drinks or driving, pretty much our only choices in this town." "Why don't you get changed," she said. "Then, we'll see what magic the night holds." He swam away and pulled himself out of the pool near his towel, "You'll still be here when I get back?" She took in his wonderful body and shifted with a sigh, "Maybe." He gave a short chuckle and nodded, "I'll have to take my chances." "Yes you will," she replied with a small smile. He half ran to get changes and Jordan got up. She moved to the open entrance of the locker-room. She stood listening as the squeak of a shower facet being turned on was joined by the spray of falling water. She went toward the noise, stripping down and dropping her clothes as she walked. The last article, her underwear fell to the floor one step before she peeked around the corner and into the large, group shower area. The dark blue tiles of the shower stretched from the walls to the central drain in the floor. Unlike a female shower it was largely devoid of long hair-strands and the fruity smells of the endless varieties of shampoos, conditioners and soaps that women used. It smelled like men, hard-working men who earned their sweat and it turned her on even more. She stepped inside the shower and Kale turned to stare at her naked body. He stopped soaping and let the film run down his hairless legs and buttocks. His semi-hard cock became visible as she moved closer to him. Her fingers touched his penis and he exhaled slowly. He reached out to touch her and she pushed his hands away. She shook her head and lifted his cock. Her eyes never leaving his, even as she bent to envelope his member in her mouth. He shivered and she moved her head back and forth, running her tongue along the strengthening shaft and the bottom of the swelling head as she caressed his balls. She went to her knees and pulled him from her mouth, running the tip across her cheeks and chin as she licked at it slowly, "Do you want me?" "Yes," he whispered. "Am I beautiful?" "God, yes," he said. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever seen." She smiled and placed his cock back into her mouth. Jordan reached her hands up and felt along his hard stomach and chiselled pecs. He was slim, but so well built. Her hands traced his firm ass and she dragged her nails down the backs of his legs. He sighed and swallowed, watching as his hard organ slipped in and out of her warm mouth. She licked the tip and tasted his pre-cum. It was very good. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked and he nodded. "Yes." "How badly?" she pressed. "I've never wanted anything more in my life," he swore to her. She stood and he picked her up off the ground. Their lips met within the torrent of of the shower spray and he slid himself inside of her with the same ease he used to race across the pool outside. Jordan gasped as he entered her, "You're my first," she breathed. He looked her in the eye, amazed by what she was telling him. "I wanted you to be the first man I ever had." "How do you even know me?" he asked perplexed. "How do you even know me?" she said right back at him. He studied her and she could see he was trying to put it all together in his head. "Words are useless," she told him with a passionate kiss. "Only this matters." She pulled him deeper into her and his eyes closed as pleasure swept through him. "Do you want answers?" she sighed. "Or do you want me?" "You," he shuddered. She smiled and he began a slow and steady thrusting. His cock was perfect in girth, pushing her vagina to edge her comfort limit. Exactly where she knew he would take all of her. He put her against the wall, the stream of the water from above cascading over them. His motions becoming more intense, more focussed, more driven as they went. Jordan came with every stroke. There was nothing between them only the shared sensation. It was everything she had ever imagined it would be. She kissed his shoulder and neck as his head rested against her collar bone. His manhood pounding into her with absolute abandon. "Feel me, Kale," she willed and his eyes flared wide, his head snapping upward to meet her eyes as her sensations mixed with his own. "Can you feel me?" His mouth was open and his eyes squinted in what almost seemed like pain, "I can," he stammered, "Both of us." "I want you to know how much I've wanted you." She thought that maybe tears were running from his eyes, but she couldn't be sure. "It's incredible," he exclaimed. "Is this what all women feel?" "It's what I feel," she moaned. He shook his head and exhaled sharply, "So much... so much..." "Bliss," she answered for him as she came even harder and his own excitement fed back into her - building crescendo of shared delights. My Stars Ch. 02 Kale threw his head back and issued very manly moan. He swung her and set her on her back upon the tiles of the floor. His thrusting now was purposeful. She could sense his impending orgasm mingling with her own. "I can't stop," he warned her. "Don't," she insisted. "Fill me, give me everything!" He cried out as his climax arrived and she followed, the thrill pushing the limits of her mind and body. They came as one and she felt the power of his orgasm, the way it slammed him, as though his body had been painlessly thrown to the floor. How it left him lightheaded and drained of all the anger and tension from his being. Leaving him a tired, quiet shell of who he had been moments before. Her own orgasm radiated like a supernova from her, each wave blinding her mind to her non-stop thoughts and constant worries. Stripping away her consciousness to replace it with an incandescent glow; a beautiful blanket that both wrapped her in its warm embrace even as it set her completely free. When she returned to the mortal plane Jordan was completely wrecked from their efforts. She lay with Kale collapsed atop her, breathing more deeply than she ever had before. "That was incredible," she said to him. She hadn't felt so wonderful in long time. He didn't reply and she wondered if he had fallen asleep. "Kale?" she asked and carefully slid out from under him. She turned him over and saw his eyes were only half closed, his irises were crossed, as if he had lost all muscle control. "Kale?" she urged, shaking him. "Kale!" * The paramedics brought Kale out on a gurney. Jordan stood, dressed once again and watching with the other student onlookers. She listened to some of the first-responders as they quietly spoke with campus security. "Nineteen-years-old and he's showing every sign of a combined stroke and heart-attack," said the fireman to the campus cops. "I don't know what he got into, but I'd say until they get some blood tests done on him you should figure this was drug related and advise your people." "There was a girl in there as well," said the old security guard who had been reading the paper when she came into the athletics building earlier. "I check the cameras, but they're almost useless when the lights are off." "Remember what she looked like at all?" asked another security guard. The older man waggled a finger and then threw his hands up, "It's fuzzy. She was white, I think. Had long hair, light coloured, I believe. I can't recall completely." "A long-haired girl," scoffed the other guard sarcastically. "Let's get that APB out, that's only what a full third of the campus population and surrounding neighbourhoods. No problem." The older guard scowled at him and turned to the fireman, "How's the kid going to be?" "I've only ever seen this in guys three times his age," said the rescue worker. "Their bodies can't take some sort of stress or overexertion, but it's also generally combined with decades of poor diet and a completely sedentary life style. Almost every time they fall into a coma and likely die. Maybe two percent of them find some sort of life after stroking-out this bad. For most it's a vegetative state, hooked up to tubes and I.V.s to help keep 'em alive." Kale was a vegetable? Jordan felt awful and now the whole experience had left a bad taste in her mouth. She'd just wanted to share herself with him. But somehow her magic must have overloaded his body and mind. She wanted to impress him, not ruin him. There had to be something she could do. She looked up at the lightening sky above and suddenly remembered - the Night-Orchard! She could fix Kale's stars. She nodded her head. At dawn Jordan promised him she would make it all better. My Stars Ch. 03 The orchard appeared, dark and still. Jordan's first time through, following the capricious Helena, she had felt rushed and much, much safer. The trees around her were dark blue, offering shadows at best to help her identify anything that may have been lingering within the woods. She was grateful for subtly glowing pathways, but was having trouble remembering which one to take. Her gut told her to go left, so Jordan did. She passed a pool and heard a splash. Her heart leapt as she saw a darkened figure emerging from the weeds and mire at the edge of the rippling water. "Ah, young princess," said a croaking voice. She saw it was the frog-man, Yerbert. He was wearing a three-piece suit, a surprisingly fine tailored thing, given he was a beast that apparently lived in muck, "Hello, Yerbert," she said amicably. "What, pray-tell brings you back with us on such a fine night?" he asked, his large eyes blinking upward under a pair of clear and slimy membranes. "Does the weather change here?" she asked at his description of the orchard. Looking at the sky, she spotted more stars than she'd ever seen dotting the heavens above, but not a single cloud. "It does not," he said disappointedly, "yet, any night you return is a fine one with us." "Us?" she queried glancing about the wood. "There are many here, some shy, others too violent to allow them free movement, except in the time of necessity," Yerbert said. "But I bore you, your grace. Surely you have come seeking something." "The Pool of Possibilities," she said. "I increased my memory, but it seems to be failing me." "Of course, of course," croaked the amphibian. "There is a powerful illusion in place to keep it safe. I, as caretaker may allow you passage to it." "That would be most helpful," she said with deep relief. "I merely require that you present to me - your bottom," he said with a gracious bow. "My bottom?" she asked suspiciously. "Yes, madam," Yerbert said apologetically. "We fey may be imprinted by one another. To do so requires manipulation of the anus in a certain manner." "My mother told me you enjoy butt-stuff," said Jordan in an accusatory tone. "You did this to me before, pretending you didn't know what a sex toy was." "A 'sex' toy?" he said as though lost to its meaning and mildly offended. "I have no idea what you could be on about, your grace. If you are referring to the instrument I so diligently tried to remove from your posterior last evening, then I assure you, Madam, I was merely acting in your best interest." She gave him a sidelong look, "So my mother said you were into ass-play, but really it's just how we charmed-folk recognize one another?" "Very true, my lady," said the frog-man respectfully. "It is a simple procedure, most fey find it a pleasant enough experience." She touched her bum and slid a hand over her skirt fabric, "It won't hurt?" "You'll barely know I'm there, your grace," Yerbert assured her. Jordan gave a small frown and hiked up her dress. Slowly she turned toward him, "Could you do me a favour?" "If it is within my power, then of course," said the creature. "Could you change forms," she asked, feeling horrible for asking, while at the same time sickened by the thought of him doing quasi-sexual things to her while looking like a swamp-monster. Yerbert seemed taken aback by her request, "We bogies generally do not change shape, lest we run the risk of forgetting our purpose." "If it's too much trouble..." she began, disappointed. "I did not say I would not, my lady," sighed Yerbert. "Just that to do so would put a strain on me. What shape would you prefer?" "Something more handsome," she suggested. "More human." He frowned as though working through a difficult dilemma and then nodded. She watched as he transformed from a squat, ugly frog-thing into a tall, lanky scarecrow of a man, one dressed as though he'd stepped straight from the eighteenth century, "My finest human guise." He bowed low to her, his white, curly wig almost brushing the cobblestones of the path. He seemed human enough, save the way he moved with an unnatural gait; as though he were a puppet being moved about on invisible strings, rather than by flesh and blood. His features were hauntingly handsome, yet hollow, as though his face were wooden and unused to displaying emotion. "Thank you," she said, looking at his long hands and thick fingers apprehensively. Slowly she turned, hiked up her skirt and bent at the waist. "Farther down, if you please," he insisted and pushed her so far forward Jordan had to grab her ankles for support. The snap of a glove being put on sounded out behind her. "That's perfect, madam." She felt one of his fingers press against her and she was amazed to find how warm it felt. For some reason she expected it to be like a doctor's check up with a icicle, but it was actually mildly pleasant. He pressed in and her ass easily accommodated his presence. Considering she'd been using anal toys for awhile she had no serious worries about discomfort. "In a bit more," Yerbert croaked and she found herself contracting pleasurably as he eased his way inside. He felt around and Jordan was surprised over just how aroused she was getting. "Odd," Yerbert stoically commented. "I should have found it by now. Bare with me, my lady." His finger started to move in and out forcefully and she gasped aloud. Her hands grabbing the handrail of the bridge to steady herself as she pushed back against the invasion. His finger suddenly seemed bigger, as he moved it in and out she swore the digit might actually have been growing in size. "What a pickle," Yerbert mumbled and slid deeper still. She moaned as a pleasurable shudder passed through her and he rubbed her back with he free hand, "Steady girl, you're doing wonderfully." Jordan's body seized after several minutes of his probing, her pussy spasmed and she felt droplets run down her thighs. A wave of euphoria hit her and still the bogie continued to ram at her insides as if trying to reach the deepest parts of her. She screamed in shock as her orgasm ripped through her, like a bolt of lightening that made her shake with an overwhelming mixture of barely suppressed pain and unyielding pleasure. "There," he said as her knees collapsed and his probing finger popped from her. "A note for next time, my princess. Your fey-spot is located very far into you. I fear it shall take all of my many, many talents to help you should you have any further need of my assistance." Jordan looked up at him from where she had partially crumpled. Unable to speak in the moment as her muscles twitched and her breath struggled to return, she could merely nod a thank you. "And if I may be so bold, your grace," he said placing his hands behind his back before completely closing his eyes as he spoke. "I look very forward to helping you again in the future." Jordan screwed up her nose at his last remark wondering just how often she would need to submit to his administrations, "Thanks?" When she could once more stand she looked about at the orchard. Immediately across the way she recognized a familiar pool and dashed away from Yerbert with the briefest farewells. She glanced down into the oil-like pools and saw her stars. They were exactly as she'd left them, near as she could tell. She accessed the Glamour leaf and saw the stars set aside for individual mortals. She entered Kale's name and nothing came up. Flustered she tried spelling his first and last names differently within the liquid of the pond and found nothing seemed to work. She entered Gale's name and watched as the stars appeared. The shining point marked 'Heterosexual' glowed fiercely, almost in defiance of Jordan's hopes. She whimpered in worry and felt overwhelmed by her frustration, where were Kale's stars? "Excuse me," said a man's voice from beside her. Jordan jumped in fright and clasped her hands to her chest before swiftly turning to see who had addressed her. She saw a pleasant face, small horns and a shaggy lower half, she realized it was the goat-man she'd seen on her last visit. "Sorry to interrupt," he said in a sweet, Londoner accent. His long-nailed hands were up and open to show he meant her no harm. Her eyes strayed to a blue, circular tattoo on his left palm. "It's just, that you seemed like you might have been in over her head." She looked at his soft eyes, unsure how to answer so he once again seized the initiative. "I'm Dylan," he said politely. "Jordan," she said shaking his offered hand warily. "I can try... to help you," he said softly. "If you'd like." She looked him up and down, noting his goat half disquietly, "I'm not going to have to fellate you for the information, am I?" He blushed, and scratched the back of his head, "No, no. Nothing like that. Although I think that's sort of your thing." "Excuse me?" she asked indignantly. "Sexual favours have never been, 'my thing.'" "Oh, no," he said in his gentle British lilt. "I meant the Fey. Not you in particular. Sex without guilt, and all that." She looked at him as though he were very peculiar, "But you do want something from me." "Just to talk," he said, looking down as he kicked a stone with one cloven foot. "Just some of your time." Jordan wondered what the goatman's game was, "Just talk?" He nodded and glanced around, "About the world and you. I've been away for a long time." "What did you want to know?" she asked. "Um... how is Manchester United faring?" he mused aloud. "Soccer?" she asked finding it an odd thing for a goatman to be worried about. "Football," he said as if correcting her. "I haven't seen a game or heard a score in quiet a while. "I can bring you a newspaper, with sports stuff in it," she offered. "That would be amazing," he said with a quick bow and sweet smile. "So, what did you need help with?" They turned back to the stars and she tried once more to pull up Kale's. It still didn't work and Dylan furrowed his brow. "Is he dead?" asked the horned man with concern. "No!" Jordan insisted. "He's at the hospital." "Then he must have been cursed," said Dylan sliding down to sit with his back to the pool. "If he lives his stars should appear. The only other option is he was cursed, by a powerful creature, likely one of the folk. Someone who wanted to set his fate and lock it permanently into place." "Who would do that?" Jordan cried. "He was such a nice guy. He was just a swimmer, he hadn't done anything." "Was he close to you?" asked Dylan and she nodded. "We... he took... he was my first," she said quietly. "I see," said Dylan the goatman with a furrowed brow. "That is a special enough thing before we factor in the fact that you are Fey royalty." "Why would that matter?" she sniffed and dried her tears. "Fey are huge on symbolism," he said. "The first time you have sex, for instance. For a species built to represent sex itself... well, you could imagine how special and powerful such an event could be. Some people may want to own that moment with you; bragging rights and piece of who you are. Like I said you're royalty, such things can have an impact on the lives of all involved." "He was my first person," she said sadly. "Helena was my first anything. But there was no penetration, not with anything more than fingers. So that means Kale is technically my first. Right?" Dylan's eyes went wide and he shook his head unable to meet her gaze, "I don't know, my lady." "Will it really matter?" she asked him. "It could," Dylan replied apologetically. "But without being able to see Kale's stars we can't be certain if he or your mother holds that part of you." She sat down beside him and stared at her palms glumly. "Did your mother not explain any of this to you?" he asked. "I beginning to think I could fill a series of short stories with everything Helena didn't tell me," she said with a sigh. "I'm glad you're here, Dylan. Because it seems like I'll be getting my fibre content checked every time I need a favour from Yerbert. It's very nice to not feel that sort of pressure." He shrugged and gave a small smile, "My pleasure." "What did you mean?" she asked him after a moment's silence between them. "When you said you 'thought' sex was a Fey thing. Wouldn't it be 'your' sort of thing too?" "No," he said sombrely. She glanced at his furry lower half again and shook her head, "You're not a person... a human being, I mean, because you're here in the Night-Orchard and you look like, that. I'm afraid I don't understand your circumstances." "I'm an outcast," he said . "Of the Fey?" "No," he repeated as if disappointed with the turn of the conversation. "You wanted to talk," she pointed out as he hesitated answering. "Spill." "Spill?" he asked. "Tell me everything," she said with a frustrated laugh. "I'm not a Fey," he reiterated. "I'm their prisoner." "A prisoner? Here?" she asked with surprise as she indicated the Night-Orchard around them . He nodded sullenly. "I was told we could only stay here for eight hours," she said bemused. "But you can't leave at all." "They hold me here to keep an eye on me," he explained. "Why?" she implored. "Because," he finally revealed, "I'm a dwarf." Jordan was amazed by his answer, she had been expecting someone much smaller in stature. "Or I was," he said gloomily. "Until I turned my back on my kind. Your mother locked me into the form of a satyr when I surrendered to her, a twisted joke on her part. Satyrs are generally the most promiscuous of Fey, so that says something right there. They're the polar opposite of most dwarves who see sex as a tool to sell products and sometimes used control to mortals, but little else. It's intended as a huge insult to me. So, now I look like this, probably forever." "Why did you surrender?" Jordan asked, genuinely interested in his tale. Dylan shrugged, "I didn't agree with everything my people stood for." "Like what?" she pressed. He seemed ashamed, but offered to slake her curiosity, "My people believe in control over all else. In the human world you can see their hand in every uncaring business or uncompromising regime." "So you're like an 'Occupy Wall Street' sort of guy," she asked with a giggly laugh. "I'm not sure what any of that is," he confessed. "But suffice to say I was at Ghandi's side, right up until the moment they killed him." "Oh," she said, unsure how to respond to that and thinking it might be best to change the topic. "Well, I suppose the only thing left to do is change some other people's stars." "Really?" Dylan asked, sounding a bit worried. "Yeah," she said. "Mine first, but I made a couple people promises." She stood and pulled up her the star for her libido, "My sex-drive is ridiculously high." She leaned toward the pool to change it and Dylan shook his head. "I don't know if you want to do that." "Why?" she asked. Without her mother present she felt like it was the perfect time to straighten out her horniness issue. "You're a Fey," he said as if that should explain everything. "You're just naturally going to find yourself in situations where you'll have to be sexual, to get what you want, if for no other reason. Being less sexual might help if you want to blend in with mortals, but you're not one of them. To turn it down or off will make it harder for you to fit in with your own people." "It's insane," she said as if he couldn't understand. "I need sex like eight times a day. I have classes and things I need to do that would really benefit from not having to satisfy these stupid cravings all the time." "Does any of that really matter now?" Dylan put to her. "Classes in what? Do you think you'll be able to hold down a career? The others like you will come looking for you. So will my people and even worse things you haven't dreamt of yet. You need to be ready for the world you live in now, your highness; not the one you may desire." "Speaking from experience?" she asked the satyr. He grimaced, "Very much so." Jordan sighed and switched to the mortal stars. She found Brody and Josh's stars and smiled. They were cruel and uncaring. Selfish the way a date-rapist would have to be. She searched for any redeeming quality in them and found far too little. She set her jaw, her decisions were to either make them nicer and forgive them or punish them for who they were. A rush ran through her and she knew it had to be the latter. She touched their stars for 'Submission', they were both black. She made them as bright as they went. Next she went to their stars for 'Anal Intercourse', there were two stars with prefixes - one was for giving and the other for receiving. She made them consummate receivers. Then she looked at their stars for heterosexuality. They were dazzlingly bright. Dylan placed a hand on hers, "You're better than that." She looked at him, he was right. She would feel guilty forever over modifying someone so thoroughly, no matter how bad they were. She swiped to her own stars and selected the spiritual one for 'Conscience'. It was high, she lowered it to just a dim glow. "You should be careful," Dylan said with genuine concern. "That's the one star in all of them that will make it harder for you to change back. Set it too low, you might not care what you do or what happens to anyone." "You just told me I don't get to live in the world I want to, Dylan," she said solemnly. "Do you think I want to hate myself constantly for the decisions I'll need to make?" "It's just, if you don't care, it may be impossible for you to ever want to set your conscience higher again," he replied. "I don't see any other choice," she said. The satyr sighed and started to walk away, "You seem like a good person, Jordan. I'd just hate to see that side of you go away." She took his hand and he spun back to her, "If it goes wrong, I swear I'll change it back. Especially if you say I should." "I don't think you will," he said sadly. "I promise," she crossed her heart. Going back to the pool she dimmed Brody and Josh's heterosexuality until it was almost gone and then opened up Gale's. She turned her bright star for heterosexuality down about halfway and smiled. Now, she'd be a seafood lover. She flipped back to her own stars and set her physical strength and courage as high as they went. She'd need to prepare for any sort of danger that may come. Satisfied, Jordan walked past Dylan and patted his naked shoulder, "See you around." He sniffed in derision and waved a weak goodbye as Jordan vanished once more from the Night-Orchard. * That night, a party raged once again and Jordan moved through the throngs of people that crammed in all over her dorm floor. Brody and Josh were pawing at every single guy around them. "Hi, boys," she said smugly. They were wriggling little things beneath her gaze. "Best of luck getting what you need from a dude while he's roofied." They both looked at each other in disappointed surprise, as if it hadn't occurred to them that they'd need a willing partner to give them what they now sought. Jordan had left them with the same natural urges to be assholes, but posed a much more difficult scenario with which to fulfill their cravings. "How did you..." began Josh in amazement over her statement. She laughed callously at their dilemma and stalked off through the party, making her way to Gale's. She pushed the door open and stared in at her gorgeous neighbour. Gale stood up, her skin flush and a lustful look in her eyes as she took in Jordan's body. "Let's get this party started," said the Fey princess as she ran her hands over her own luscious physique.