5 comments/ 62551 views/ 11 favorites Faeophobia: Sarah Meets Satyr By: TheEarl As you might notice, this is quite a long story. Although not entirely just a fuckfest, it doesn’t have much in the way of literary pretensions either, so read it at your peril. Great thanks go to xxxecil who originally created the Faeophobia universe and has been supportive all through this story. He usually ends up with the disclaimer that anyone can use his universe, but you’d better ask anyway. His stories can be found here. Feedback is always gratefully accepted and don’t forget to vote when (or if) you reach the end. If you liked this story, have a look at Seducing Dawn. Enjoy. All of Sarah’s friends had warned her against the dangers of Fae. Ever since the Celestial Conjunction when the races of Fae returned to Earth, women had hated them. They were all too nubile, too voluptuous and too libidinous. Although many Fae had integrated themselves into society successfully, even to the extent of getting British citizenship, they were viewed with a certain distrust. Most humans didn’t understand magic and what they didn’t understand, they disliked. Sarah didn’t care about any of the rumours. All of the Fae she’d met at Kingsgrove University were nice, kind people. A little oversexed maybe, but after years of females outnumbering men by twenty to one in the Fae races, that could be forgiven. She had almost given up hope of ever seeing a male Fae, when she met a satyr in a club in Kingsgrove. She was very drunk and dancing like a loon with her gaggle of girlfriends when her approached her. He didn’t say anything at first, just moved over to her and cut her out of the herd of girls, drawing her away to one side. He almost seemed to ooze sexuality, his chiseled physique and lantern jaw drawing Sarah to him and soon they were dancing together, body to body. Her body ground against his, almost against her volition as she was swept up in the aura of abandon and sexuality that any Fae seemed to be able to generate on demand. It was only afterwards that she began to wonder whether he might have cast a spell on her, for she wasn’t usually the type for one-night stands. Without seeming to move, they were suddenly out of the club and into her room. Sarah was a little shocked until she remembered the stories of satyrs being able to teleport from place to place. His hand found her breast and squeezed it gently as she remembered also the stories she’d heard about the insatiable libidos of satyrs and she made a brief effort to slow him down. “Wait, hang on a second. I’m not sure we should do this.” He removed her shirt expertly and began to kiss her neck. “I don’t even know your name,” she said, gasping at the rough caress of his lips. He removed his lips from her neck and spoke in a gravelly voice, which betrayed a slight Eastern European inflection. “My name is Mikhail.” That was apparently all he had to say and promptly reapplied his lips to her as his hands reached behind her back to undo her bra, allowing him better access to her breasts. She moaned, finally giving into her burgeoning desires and sank down onto the bed that had appeared behind her. He followed smoothly and soon they were both naked, their clothes seeming almost to have evaporated as they tumbled together on the soft mattress. He was hairier than most men and his hooves were a definite distraction, but Sarah felt that his cock more than made up for it. It was much bigger than any she’d seen before and, although she wasn’t that experienced, probably bigger than most others had seen before. She wrapped her legs round his hips and pulled him into her. He moved slowly and Sarah groaned as it stretched her further than she’d gone before, spreading her lips in a painful pleasure and filling her completely. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then speeding up, moving deeper within her with every plunge, the sensations causing her to moan, then shout, then scream as wave after wave of heat built up inside her, pleasure peaking and diminishing with every thrust, his hands roving over her body as she shuddered, giving in to the thundering orgasm that twisted her body. When she woke, he was gone. Only a slight soreness in her pussy and a vague sense of satisfaction belied the fact that he had ever been there in the first place. She got up, smirking like the cat that got the cream and sashayed over to the bathroom to shower. When she came out the shower, she realised there was something missing. Or someone rather. Janine, her roommate, to be exact. A loud thump at the door gave her a clue as to where Janine was. She grabbed a robe and went to open it. Janine was not best pleased and intended to let Sarah know it. “Where the hell did you go last night?” “I was…” “You fucked off with the keys last night and I couldn’t get in. I stood here at four o’clock in the morning, banging on the door and nobody answered.” “I wasn’t…” “If you bugger off in the middle of a night out, either leave the door open, or give me the keys. I had to sleep round Cindy’s last night and you know I’m not keen on rooming with pixies.” “I’m sorry.” Janine’s ire always left Sarah at something of a loss for words. She was overbearing and loud, exactly the opposite of Sarah and usually won arguments through sheer volume. However an early apology seemed to dissipate her rage and she even accepted a piece of toast as a peace offering. “So how was he?” “How was who?” Sarah attempted nonchalance, but inwardly cursed Janine’s perception. “The bloke who you disappeared off with last night. I may have been too busy chatting up Jenny to notice you two actually leave, but you both disappeared at the same time. And by the smirk that you’ve had plastered on your face all morning, I can tell he didn’t just stay for coffee.” Sarah said nothing; irked that Janine had been able to see through her so easily. The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence. Later that day, Sarah began to feel strange. Her concentration wavered and she was struggling to keep her attention on the thesis she was writing. It felt as though something was pressing on her skin, concentrating on a line from her groin to her navel. Vexed, she stabbed at the off button on the computer and decided to go for a walk. The thesis was due in tomorrow, but Professor Hamilton wouldn’t care if she handed it in late. As Sarah walked across the campus, the pressing feeling grew stronger and her skin crawled as she felt a strange warmth seeping through her body. Her knees gave out from underneath her and she collapsed down on a handy bench to rest for a minute, outwardly calm, but inside, beginning to panic. She suddenly became aware that she was feeling very horny and the feeling was growing every minute. She felt her aureolae crinkle as her nipples hardened, pressing against her blouse and her pussy began to burn, the warmth radiating out into her thighs and stomach. Picking herself up, she started to walk home, unsure what was happening, but feeling instinctively she’d be better off in her room. Halfway home, Sarah couldn’t take it anymore and almost ran into the public toilets, locking herself in the cubicle, with the intention of fingering herself briefly, just to take the edge off her desire. As soon as she locked the door however, an animal need took over and she tore off her clothes and slid her hand between her legs, moaning as her fingers touched swollen pussy. Sarah was shocked at what she was doing, but couldn’t seem to stop, almost as though she was an observer from outside her body. Sensations racked her as she slipped her finger inside her sopping quim and curled it upwards, seeking her g-spot. A loud moan escaped her as a second finger joined the first and she began to slide them in and out in a corkscrewing motion. The thought of consequences if someone else was in the toilets (or even in the same town with the noise she was making) flitted briefly through her head, but were quickly expelled as the next rush of pleasure filled her mind. Wendy was passing through the campus gardens when it hit her. Almost like a subliminal command, she could not resist it. She ducked out of sight behind a tree and slid a hand inside her trousers, enjoying the heat and warmth emanating from her pussy. Her other hand found its way inside her bra and started squeezing her breasts, concentrating on her nipples, which had grown suddenly sensitive. Amy leant back against the wall of the shower and groaned, her fingers centring on her clit as the water rolled down her toned body. She shuddered as they found the sensitive spot and pressed gently, her body responding to the sudden waves of arousal that had shaken it. Denise was filled with conflicting feelings. She was in the middle of a lecture, surrounded by hundreds of other students. What if she got caught? Another rush of excitement enveloped her and washed her will away. Damn the consequences, she had to masturbate. Her mouth emitted a slight whimper as her hand surreptitiously crept inside her trousers and began stroking. Sarah finally got home, fully clad and appalled at the risk she’d just taken. What if someone had heard her? It didn’t bear thinking about. At least that self-destructive urge had dissipated with her orgasm. Now maybe she could get on with some work. About twenty minutes later it happened again. The heat built further as she tried to ignore it and she was getting more aroused by the slightest movement. Scared witless at what was happening, Sarah ran into the kitchen, trying to escape the feelings. As she entered she was greeted by Janine, who was dressed only in a bathrobe. Try as she might, she could not take her eyes off the triangle of cleavage that was visible. Janine had made a couple of passes at her in the past, but Sarah had never really had any interest in women before. Now the thing she wanted more than anything in the world was to touch Janine’s breasts. The desire was so strong it was burning and it was all she could do not to rip the robe off her and pin her to the floor. Janine caught her eyes and was shocked at the terror there. “What’s the matter Sar?” “There’s something wrong with me,” Sarah managed to gulp, thoughts of Janine’s naked body filling her mind. “I’m wrong, there’s something wrong, it’s…” Janine moved over to Sarah as she collapsed into floods of tears and embraced her, shaken at the wildness in her eyes. Sarah clung to her, like a drowning man to a chunk of wood, her body convulsing with the tears. They separated briefly and Sarah took the opportunity to move forward and begin a kiss. Their lips contacted and the feelings inside her jumped to a new level, the warmth of Janine’s lips sparking a new arousal which overlapped the old, overwhelming both of them as the embrace turned from friendly into purely sexual. In seconds they were naked and Sarah pushed Janine roughly to the kitchen floor, pressing her arms above her head as she straddled her. She leant forwards and kissed her again, feeling Janine drag her tongue across Sarah’s, massaging it expertly. Moving down her body, Sarah used her tongue to caress Janine’s cleavage, working her way across every inch of her perfect breasts. When she was done she relinquished Janine’s arms and was surprised to find herself forced over onto her back. Janine moved between Sarah’s legs and began to apply herself to her dripping pussy. Sarah yelped with pleasure as she felt the tongue graze her engorged quim and her hips bucked, trying to force Janine to pleasure her. Janine was practiced and took her time, her tongue working slowly, extracting the maximum pleasure from every second. Janine was getting a hell of a lot of pleasure from this, almost as if her every movement was being replicated on her own cunt. The two girls cried out in unison, their pussies convulsing as a single orgasm shook them both. The urges left them as swiftly as they came and the two girls picked themselves up, slightly nonplussed at what had happened. A long silence ensued as they searched for something to say to each other. Eventually they turned away from each other, and went into their separate rooms, still struggling to come to terms with what had happened. Sarah stalked into her room, tears brimming in her eyes, scared witless at what was happening. She hadn’t been able to control herself, and that frightened her. There was only one way to solve this and that was to think about it logically. There must be something that she’d done that had triggered this metamorphosis into a sex-crazed nympho. Well she had fucked a Fae. Sherlock, I think we have a suspect. Furious, she decided to go and find that damn satyr, when she hit on a small snag; she didn’t actually know where he was. She didn’t even know where he lived. Or anything beyond his name. Finding him might be a problem. Unfortunately, there was a bigger problem right now and it was manifesting in a pressing feeling all over her skin. “Oh shit, not again.” Sarah grabbed some clothes and ran out of the house, not wanting to face Janine again while this was going on. Once she was out of the house, she realised two problems. The first was that the keys were sitting on the kitchen table and the door had locked shut. Second was that she was getting much hornier and outside wasn’t much more of a palatable alternative to inside. Bad things come in threes and Sarah wasn’t really surprised when she spotted her ex-boyfriend walking towards her. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. She whimpered as she felt herself being drawn towards him, like a moth to a flame. Richard had been her boyfriend for about 6 months and she’d been quite proud that she’d managed to pull such a handsome man. However he was well aware of just how handsome he was and used his looks and natural charm to work his way into every available female’s bed, so they’d split up rather acrimoniously a couple of weeks ago. He was possibly the last person her rational mind wanted to see right now, but top of the list of her burgeoning libido. “Hey Sarah, what’s up?” Richard asked affably. He was aware that Sarah hated him avidly, but he still retained a latent affection for her. Her current disheveled appearance was fairly disturbing as she usually held her appearance in the highest regard and he eyed her with some concern. Sarah managed only a throaty growl in response. “Err, are you okay?” Richard was very worried now. She lunged at him, her desires overtaking her and the sheer unexpectedness of the motion sent them both tumbling to the ground. Richard felt a wave of energy overtake him and he ripped her shirt off, unconscious of where they were and who might be watching, his entire being swamped with the knowledge that he had to have her. She responded, tearing at his clothes with an animal ferocity. Soon they were both naked and, impelled by the strange forces controlling them, began to fuck. Sarah howled with delight as he slid into her, grinding her pelvis against his. He began to thrust in and out and she moaned with pleasure. Sex with Janine was very nice, but she wasn’t a lesbian by inclination and this felt so much better to her. The stings on gravel in her back meant nothing to each other as the friction between them built. Richard’s hand brushed her clit and she convulsed, the pleasure racking her body, the sensations piling up over each other so much that it was almost painful. John was walking through the campus gardens on the way to his thaumaturgy lecture, when he saw her. Lysandria was a nymph who was in some of the same classes as him. She was also very naked. At the sight of her, he felt a sudden shudder go through him, his body reacting dramatically as all the blood in his body rushed to his dick. He stripped off and moved over to her as she moaned and rushed to him. They met and she wrapped her long legs around his hips, his swollen penis twitching at the warmth of her quim as he thrust quickly and bestially into her. Ellie was in the shower when she became aware of someone else in the room with her. Startled, she turned round to see her flatmate’s boyfriend Danny standing in the doorway, naked. Her eyes were drawn to his erect cock as he walked over to the shower and entered the cubicle. There was a brief moment of indecision on the grounds of morality, before she gave in and wrapped her arms around him. He clasped her and slid between her legs. Sarah got up, rather sheepishly and realised that she had pieces of gravel embedded in her back and arse. Curious, they hadn’t mattered to her a minute ago. Then she suddenly became aware of what she’d done. Gravel was the least of her problems. She looked around in surprise. No one actually seemed to care at the moment, they were just all picking themselves up off the floor and wondering where their inhibitions had gone. She grabbed her clothes, suddenly ashamed and ran, not to any particular place, just away. Mikhail pushed away the blonde who had thrown herself at him and grinned. His plan was working perfectly; the girl had been perfect. Time to pay her a visit. Sarah ran wildly, her breath coming gasps as her feet pelted the gravel. Her shoulder-length hair whipped into her eyes as she sprinted, desperately trying to escape the terror that consumed her. She ran, on impulse, into an empty exam room. Grabbing a table, she dragged it to the entrance, blockading the door so that no one else could come in. She wasn’t fucking anyone else today, no matter what. “Sarah.” She screamed and spun round at the hand on her shoulder. She could have sworn there had been no one in here. “You…you bastard” she spat, lost for words. The self-satisfied smirk on his face overwhelmed her and she rushed at him, hacking at his eyes with her nails. Mikhail caught her wrists easily and halted her advance without apparent effort. “Calm yourself. There is no need for anger.” Mikhail didn’t bother to conceal the mirth behind his words, knowing it would rile her further. He was enjoying her performance and saw no reason to dampen it. Sarah still struggled, vainly trying to free her wrists from his iron grip. Mikhail tired of her efforts and muttered something under his breath, causing her to fly across the room. It felt like someone had punched her in the stomach, removing every molecule of oxygen from her body. She sank to the floor and fought for air. Mikhail laughed, highly amused. “I have to say, you are much better than I dared hope for.” Sarah found her voice. “What have you done to me?” “After the Celestial Conjunction, the Fae returned to Earth for one reason: to replenish our weakened bloodlines. Male Fae were not plentiful and the varied species were slowly dying out. Many female Fae have mated with human males to produce half-breed children, in an attempt to ensure our survival.” He flashed another grin at her. “I have of course been doing my bit for the cause by impregnating human females, but I am just one man. That is why I needed you.” Sarah was about to speak again, but an arcane hand gesture from Mikhail silenced her. God, he looked as though he was really enjoying this; hamming it up like a Bond villain lording it over his captive. “Every time you have sex, you inspire every other person in this university to have sex also. And every woman who has sex while under your spell will carry a Fae child. What do you think of that?” There was a brief moment of silence until Mikhail remembered the mute spell. “Oh, right, yeah. You can speak now.” Repressed words poured from Sarah in a torrent. “That’s hideous and disgusting. You can’t just co-opt every woman on campus for your sick breeding schemes. It would take a twisted mind just to think up something this perverse. More than that…” Faeophobia: Sarah Meets Satyr “Enough,” Mikhail snapped as he silenced her again. “Gaah, human women. You just never stop talking.” He regained his composure and continued with his soliloquy. “You can’t think to blame me for this ‘sick and twisted idea’ for if it happens, it will happen by your hand. Every woman on this campus is pregnant after your little escapades this morning. However the duration of their pregnancies doesn’t depend on time, but on how much sexual activity they engage in while under your spell.” “Therefore all you have to do to stop this is to not have sex again.” Mikhail sniggered, a deeply sardonic laugh that echoed round the room. Sarah lunged at him again, but he disappeared, leaving her sprawled on the floor, his chuckle continuing after he left, like the smile of the Cheshire Cat. Spooked, Sarah dragged the table out of the doorway and fled the room, Mikhail’s laugh still echoing in her ears. As she was walking home, she contemplated what was happening. Sure it was bad, but it could have been worse. At least she knew what was going on now, which was an improvement on when she didn’t have a Scooby. All it was now was a matter of self-control. Who was she kidding? She was the girl who’d never stuck to a diet in her life. This was coupled to the tremendous success she’d had in controlling herself so far. Kingsgrove University was doomed! Sarah rolled in her bed drowsily, suddenly aware of someone else in the bed beside her. She turned over and embraced her, their heat combining as Sarah wrapped her legs around the woman’s hips. She groaned as expert fingers moved over her breasts cupping them briefly before continuing down, trailing over her stomach to the dark warmth between her legs. Sarah groaned as the fingers slid into her and began pressing her, finding her weak spots and using them to create pleasure that was building up inside her… “Shit!” Sarah shot up in bed as her alarm clock blasted her out of her dream. Still half-asleep, she fumbled for the off-switch, eventually settling for simply throwing the clock across the room. Dragging herself out of bed, she went to the shower, partly in an attempt to wake herself up properly and partly to try and dispel some of the damn horniness that was surrounding her from her dream. If she didn’t clear that up before leaving the room, the women of Kingsgrove University could be in trouble. Whilst in the shower, the pressing feeling started to creep over her skin. Her pussy flared up, almost painful in the intensity of the arousal. “Ah shit, not again.” “Sarah? That you?” Fuck. If things weren’t bad enough, Janine was now outside the bathroom door, probably as horny as a mountain goat because of her. “I’m in the shower.” “Can I come in?” “Janine, I’m in the shower.” “So?” Good question. Sarah’s arousal was close to overcoming her and she was struggling to come up with the correct answer. A little voice inside her head was asking why the fuck she should martyr herself to stop these girls getting pregnant; Come on, just fuck. Sarah pushed these thoughts away and erected a mental barricade with the last of her self-restraint. “Look Janine, can you just…” She broke off as the shower door slid open. Half-blinded by soap, she hadn’t noticed her flatmate enter the room. Now she was here, it was infinitely harder to push her away. Sarah grabbed her friend by the T-shirt, pulling her into the shower. The water cascaded over them both as they kissed, soaking Janine’s clothes. A last shred of sanity shrieked of the consequences, but it was overwhelmed as they broke off the kiss and Sarah examined her flatmate. Janine was wearing only a white T-shirt which was just long enough to hide her, but short enough to set Sarah’s libido racing. Her shirt clung to her body and Sarah could make out the darker marks of Janine’s nipples which pressed against the material. Janine sank to her knees. She knew that Sarah wasn’t a lesbian, but she’d just been overwhelmed by an inhuman urge as she passed the bathroom and wasn’t thinking of anything beyond the moment. Her entire soul was concentrated on making Sarah cum and she held nothing back as her tongue worked at Sarah’s pussy, languorously licking and pressing. With every second, she could feel Sarah getting more excited, and every bit of arousal that Sarah was going through was reflected into her. Janine felt her own orgasm start as a strangle feeling built in the pit of her stomach. Sarah threw her head back and howled as her orgasm rocked her, her hypersensitive body racked with the sensations she was experiencing. She leant back against the wall, suddenly aware of the warmth that was growing in the pit of her stomach. She gasped as a noose was tightened around her waist; her skin feeling like it was tightening. Looking down, she was horrified to see a small bulge that had appeared just below her navel as her belly swelled. The growth only lasted a second and wasn’t dramatic, but it was enough to communicate that Mikhail wasn’t excluding her when he said ‘every female.’ Sarah dressed to conceal her bump. It wasn’t hard, as it wasn’t very big, but she knew that more slip-ups and it’d get a hell of a lot more difficult to disguise. Her target for the day was not to fuck anyone; normally fairly easy, but well nigh impossible today. Her encounter that morning has left her with a libido akin to a mountain lion and it was made worse by the fact that everyone else seemed to have the same attraction for her. She was groped innumerable times in the crush coming out of lectures, the probing hands doing nothing for her self-control. Things got worse during her thaumaturgy lecture as the familiar feelings sprung up in her again. What made it worse was that she knew everyone else in the room was as horny as she was. Her attention kept drifting from the lecturer to the crotch of the boy next to her, where a sizeable tent had appeared, cloth stretched over his straining erection. She didn’t even know his name, but she was struggling to keep herself from moving over and impaling herself on him. A sudden thought occurred that as soon as she did, everyone else would and the idea of a mass orgy nearly tipped her over the edge. Finally Professor Wilkinson concluded his lecture. The students began the chaos crush that preceded everyone filing out of the exit. Sarah hung back, not trusting herself in that crush of limbs. The pressing feeling had started up a couple of minutes before the end of the lecture and she wanted to be safely in a locked room before it became uncontrollable. Kyran Wilkinson had stumbled through his lecture, but it didn’t matter that much; no one was listening anyway. The aura of sexuality had captured everyone in the room and he had found it difficult to keep his attention from wandering to the brunette sitting three rows from the back. Names were difficult for him, but this one came unbidden to his memory: Sarah Bracken. His rational mind was screaming the possible repercussions of making a pass at a student, but he couldn’t resist it when he saw her standing aloof from the crush at the door. “Miss Bracken? Can I see you for a minute in my office?” No was the first word that rose unbidden to Sarah’s lips and nearly escaped before she bit it back. Wilkinson may have been young for a Kingsgrove lecturer, but he was influential in the Thaumaturgy department and not a man to annoy. “Sure sir.” Sarah was going mad. The arousal was growing ever more intense and he just wouldn’t finish wittering on about her ‘lack of concentration today.’ He was quite attractive though. Couldn’t be more than 35…shit, gotta stop thinking like that. It couldn’t hurt though, could it? Just one more time wouldn’t make any difference. Sarah sighed at her lack of self-control and started unbuttoning her shirt. That at least shut Wilkinson up as she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest. Around the university, girls reached for the nearest man. Any prior relationships were forgotten as they sought to satisfy the primal need building inside them. Teachers and students, brothers and sisters, wives and best friends all dropped what they were doing and went for each other. Janine was lazing languidly on her bed when it swept over her. All of a sudden she was on fire, needing something, anything: a woman, a man, a vibrator. Anything to make her cum. A pounding on the door startled her out of her reverie. She rolled off the bed and swayed over to the door, the heat engulfing her. As she opened it, Richard was standing in the doorway, a hand still raised from thumping the door. She regarded him momentarily. She hadn’t slept with a man since she’d discovered she was a lesbian at 16 and if she was going to break her duck, she’d prefer pretty much anyone but Richard. They’d always irritated each other intensely, Janine seeing Richard as an example of a selfish and egocentric chauvinistic pig and Richard seeing Janine’s lesbianism as a challenge, even when he was going out with Sarah. However, on observing his state of half undress, she was more than a little disconcerted to find that she was willing to fuck him. Willing wasn’t really the word, desperate would fit the bill better. Her arm snaked out to him, drawing him into the house and into her bedroom. Sarah sat on a bench, naked, her hand between her legs as her professor walked towards her, his erection straining as the unnatural urges swept over him. He stepped up to her and slid between her legs with little finesse, but at that point she didn’t really care. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the desk as a different sensation engulfed her, taking over her mind. “Oh God,” she moaned as her skin seemed to tighten. Involuntarily, she wrapped her legs round the professor’s hips, thrusting more of him into her. She felt hot, warmth radiating from her like a fire as her belly swelled, getting heavier, the bulge growing larger with every thrust. “Please sir, stop…stop…please.” All of Sarah’s being was focused on the feeling emanating from her expanding womb and she barely even felt the professor cum and subsequently withdraw. Kyran suddenly realised what he had done. God, the consequences if he had been caught. He gathered up his clothes and left, almost unconscious of Sarah, just needing to get away. It slowed. Gradually, but it slowed. When the growth stopped she saw with horror that she now had a sizeable swell. Grabbing her clothes, she ran from the professor’s office. All around her as she ran home were women trying to deal with the strange weight they’d gained. Sarah was finding it hard to run. Although her pregnancy wasn’t very large, it was difficult to balance. Added to this was the fact that she hadn’t been able to find her bra and her tits were jiggling. She got home, completely shattered and sank down behind the door. Closing her eyes for a split second was enough as her physically and mentally exhausted body decided enough was enough and shut down all systems. The first sight that greeted Sarah upon opening her eyes was Janine. She was leaning over her with concern showing on her face. Sarah struggle to her feet, her stomach unbalancing her and she gratefully accepted Richard’s helping hand up. Richard? Wait a minute. “Richard? What are you doing here?” The painful truth hit her like a bullet as she noticed they were both naked. “Awww, fuck.” Janine tried haltingly to explain. “I just don’t know what happened. It just…we just…” Sarah groaned and sank down on to a chair. “It’s all my bloody fault. I’ve fucking done all this.” An expansive hand gesture signaled her swollen midriff, Janine’s swollen midriff, their nakedness, the entire scene. Blank looks signaled that Richard and Janine needed and would require more of an explanation, so Sarah proceeded to unburden herself, from nightclub tryst to her encounter with the professor. “So this urge just comes over you and you have to fuck the nearest person?” Janine asked. Sarah nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. “And every time I do, every woman on campus is going to get more pregnant. What am I going to do?” “I think you should just fuck more.” “What? Why?” “Cause I don’t want to be left with a bulge like this forever. The more you fuck, the quicker it’ll go.” Janine tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You haven’t got much choice by the sound of things. You’ll have to do it at some point, so it may as well be sooner rather than later.” “Can’t medicine do anything?” Both girls turned to stare at Richard’s sudden interjection. “I mean can’t you get abortions?” He shrank visibly under Janine’s glower. “They’re magic pregnancies, idiot. You can’t use surgery on magical body changes. Everyone knows that. I’m so glad there’s a rational explanation for us fucking. I’d hate to think I’d done it from choice.” Richard flushed under this barrage of scorn. “Great Janine, do you think you could be a little more self-centred. That’s all Sarah needs right now.” Richard’s hand gesture included Sarah in the conversation, but realistically it was now just a two-man argument. Sarah wasn’t listening any more; it could go on for hours. She’d decided on her course of action and wanted to carry it through before she changed her mind. She slipped outside, without either of them noticing her go. Sarah felt her nipples harden against her blouse as she stepped outside; not the now familiar artificial arousal, but excitement in anticipation of what she was going to do. Walking across to the centre square of the campus gardens, she looked around, seeing a myriad of faces. She smiled to herself, thinking of the havoc she was about to cause. Stepping up onto the ledge of the ornamental fountains, Sarah began to unbutton her blouse. Heads turned as she threw it into the fountain, exposing her naked torso. A crowd gathered as she unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs before removing the last of her underwear. The crowd swayed, nonplussed by this impromptu public strip show. Sarah took a deep breath and prayed this worked. If it didn’t, she was going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble. She slid one hand between her legs and the other to her breasts, not to conceal, but to arouse. The mood of the mob changed immediately. Sarah felt their arousal surge and sway with her own. Some people started stripping off, careless of their exposure, only knowing a primal urge to touch themselves. The crowd shuddered as one when Sarah slid a finger inside herself, luxuriating in the control she had over them. It was more than that though; it was the sheer wickedness of what she was doing: the feeling of being naughty. Riding on a wave of her passion, she stepped down from the ledge and looked for the nearest naked man. The arousal of the crowd echoed back to her and increased her own as she felt more than two hundred people watching her every move with eager eyes. Grabbing a man, she pulled him to her, entwining her legs around him and exploring his mouth with her tongue. His hands groped her body, roughly caressing her breasts and sliding over her swollen belly. Sarah didn’t know his name and didn’t care; his touch was feeding the fires that were burning inside her. She sat on the lip of the fountain and he entered her. Sarah gasped as his cock slid into her pussy and she wrapped her legs around his hips to give him better access. She was only dimly aware of bodies around them, a mass orgy that was growing larger every second. Her sensations were centred around the burning feeling in her stomach, the pressure building inside as the changes started again. Hauling her partner onto the marble slab, Sarah climbed on top, sensing that this position would be more comfortable in a second. This position left her more open to the groping hands of others and she felt people surrounding her, touching and caressing like a multi-armed lover. She became aware of someone sitting behind her, running his hands over her sides, stroking her growing midriff. She concentrated on his hands as they slid further down and she realised that his dick was pressing into the cheeks of her arse. Sarah had never been enamored of the thought of anal sex before, but she found herself moving involuntarily to allow him better access. The anonymous man accepted the invitation and entered her, slowly, but forcefully. Pleasure/pain overwhelmed her, but it was clear that the spell on her had allowed it to happen easily. He moved further into her and Sarah whimpered as she felt herself being stretched in a way she’d never felt before. The introduction of a second partner was accelerating her change and Sarah tightened the grip of her legs as she continued to grow. She could see it happening now, not just to her, but also to every girl around her. Sarah focused on one: a cute freshman, blonde and petite with black John Lennon glasses. She was still wearing her blouse and it was being stretched over her swollen belly. She was groaning, her face torn as she felt the dual feelings of the man underneath her and her swelling womb. Her hands moved over her midriff, almost in disbelief. Sarah became even more aroused as the shirt tore, buttons flying off, exposing her turgid torso. Sarah was jolted out of her voyeurism by a second strange feeling. It began in her lungs, a warmth which built and spread, constricting her breathing. Her moans got louder as she felt her breasts start to swell her nipples bobbing as her cleavage grew. Her hands moved up her body, exploring the feelings which were enveloping her chest. Pressure built on her nipples and she felt drops of liquid form. The man underneath bent his neck and attached his mouth to her nipple and Sarah came as she felt her milk surge into his mouth. Her body convulsed as the growth racked her and she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness as the feelings overwhelmed her. She was in a dark room. I t was utterly silent, no people, no air conditioning, nothing but the sound of her own slightly panicked breathing. A light flared and suddenly Sarah could see. Blinking at the sudden brightness, her eyes took a second to adjust. She was lying on a black silk covered bed. Mikhail was reclining on a leather sofa across the room watching her intently. Sarah could feel his gaze on her engorged breasts and swollen belly. “So,” he said, drawing out the syllable as his leer flitted briefly to her face. “Have you been enjoying yourself?” Mikhail got up and stretched languidly like a cat. The movement flexed all of his impressive muscles and Sarah couldn’t help staring at the fluid ripples as he walked towards her. He laid his fingertips gently on her rounded midriff and traced a line along the dark seam of melanin that ran from her navel to her pussy. Sarah arched her back, her anger at him dissipating at his touch to be replaced by pure lust. She groaned as his finger brushed her clit and her stomach shuddered as though in anticipation of further growth. He moved onto the bed, his hand continuing down to slide her legs apart as he slipped between them. As Mikhail entered her, Sarah felt her final change approaching. The pressure in her breasts became uncomfortable and it was a relief when Mikhail applied his mouth to each of her nipples and she felt a surge of milk. Mikhail’s size and technique were as impressive as before, but the sex was secondary now. She barely noticed him, focusing only the pleasure that brought about her further impregnation and was not concerned when he withdrew before she came. “Now you are complete,” Mikhail announced, triumph ringing in his voice. Sarah looked around, but he wasn’t there. Neither was the room. She was back in her bedroom, lying on her bed. She hauled herself up from the bed, hit by an inexplicable sense of immense satisfaction and walked to the full-length mirror that was in the corner of the room. Faeophobia: Sarah Meets Satyr Her hair was tousled and her face tired, she shone with an inner beauty. Her normally moderate cleavage had been replaced with full breasts and her flat stomach was now huge, her out-turned navel decorating the expanse of skin. Sarah felt it with hands, wondering at the changes wrought in her body. A ring of pain suddenly girdled her hips and Sarah doubled up. It dissipated slowly, but was then overlapped by a second. Sarah sank to the floor as her womb constricted again. She let instinct take over; her body knew what to do, even if she didn’t. Having survived two months with newborn twins, Sarah was starting to get her life back to normal. Kingsgrove University had been in turmoil as all of the female students had given birth simultaneously, but had just about managed to cope. Many of the girls had given their babies up to many Fae adoption clinics that had sprung up since the Celestial Conjunction, but Sarah had decided to keep hers. She’d forged a mother-son bond with both of them at once and couldn’t bring herself to give them up. She still kept looking over her shoulder for that lunatic satyr that had started the whole thing, but he didn’t seem to be around. Sarah was glad; she definitely couldn’t go through that again. Mikhail smiled to himself as he watched her. The girl had been the perfect foil for his spell and had certainly helped prolong the Fae. Maybe he would use her just one more time… Thanks for reading; I hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget to vote (5 is a nice number, hint, hint) and feedback is always gratefully accepted.