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This story contains content about teenagers of various ages performing
sexual acts, faeries, dream-stuff and occasionally twisted things.
This story has examples of ENTIRELY unsafe sex in it. In this day and
age, to avoid pregnancy and diseases you REALLY shouldn't screw around
without protection. But this is 100% fantasy, so I can get away with
writing about it. Just remember, it doesn't give you license to go
out and do it.
Further, if you're looking for a quick.. wham bam.. crappy plotted
story, please go look elsewhere. This story has a plot to it and
despite being quite sexual in nature HAS a point.
Lastly, and most importantly. All the characters in here are created
from my own mind. They may draw occasionally on inspiration from my
own life, but in NO way are they meant to depict anyone in a perfectly
accurate fashion, nor state any opinions as to those people.
Part 2 - Chrysalis
Alan walked back home from the bus stop, his mind racing with a
thousand different possibilities on the way. What had happened to him
exactly? He knew it was the pendant, but was it changing him? Would
the power work without it? Exactly how far did these powers of suggestion go anyways?! If it was too strong, he wouldn't be able to
wear it because his very thoughts would bring suspicion.
After unlocking the door, Alan came in much more calmly than the day
before. He smiled brightly and put his bag down. "Mom, I'm home!"
His mother smiled in return, walking over to hug her son. "Hi honey.
Oh you look much better than yesterday.. I take it your being home
late is the reason?"
Alan's eyes widened briefly, but he kept his composure and just nodded
calmly. "Yeah.. talked things out with Laura. We.. umm.. came to an
understanding." He chuckled inwardly at the joke, one his mother
couldn't possibly get. "Oh well that's good. Why don't you go up and
study? Dinner will be ready in an hour."
He trotted up the stairs and closed his door, pulling out the still
mildly glowing crystal and setting it on his table. He stared at it
blankly, the possibilities returning and running through his mind like
lightning. Those ideas would have to wait until after studying and
dinner though.
His mind racing with thoughts, sleep wasn't coming quickly tonight for
him. Ugh! Alan.. slow down your thoughts. Just relax and try to
stop thinking. But try as he might, he couldn't get his mind off
anything that had happened that day. In a single day he'd gotten blown
by, and fucked by Laura O'Shay.. he'd gained the power to manipulate
people's minds.. and this was good! But, he didn't know how to
control it and that alarmed him greatly.
Eventually though, his thoughts tapered into incoherency.. his body
gave out to fatigue and he fell asleep. Dreams rippled through his
mind like perfectly recalled memory, just altered a bit. Realizing his
surroundings, he found himself in bed with Laura. She was on her
knees, sucking at him avidly as if trying to vacuum the cum out of his
cock. He threw back his head in pleasure and closed his eyes, but when
they opened he saw his ceiling and not Laura's lust-filled visage.
Augh.. oh well.. if I want the real thing it's not so hard anymore.
What time is it.. Alan rolled his head to the side and stared at
the digital device. Six? Still too much valuable sleeping time.
And with that, he turned over and went back to sleep.
An eerie bluish wind blew through the downtown buildings of Stranville,
obscuring vision beyond a city block's distance. A terrible silence
rang through the streets, a few blown out cars and broken glass
littering the asphalt roadway. The quiet was pierced by the
high-pitched screech of the beast. Alan snapped the reins in his hand
and the clockwork horse bounded forward, it's metallic panels clanging
as it ran. A tiny blue dragon with a flatboard hat and a monacle flew
over his shoulder, breathing icy gas as it blended with the mists.
Levelling the other arm down the street into the azure ethers, he
yelled as his cannon released a blast of white-hot flame.
The blinding light of the flames filled his eyes and when he'd
recovered, the scene had greatly changed. He was in school, he thought
absently for something far more important and wonderful had his
attention. He wasn't entirely sure who it was, but he thought without
the odd monarch butterfly wings it might have been Sarah Pirel, on her
knees with his dick squeezed between her tits. It didn't last as he
felt himself get pushed back on a table and mounted by her. He closed
his eyes in pleasure and moaned softly, then felt a sharp pain.
The whining cry continued from his throat as he felt something blunt
and strong hit hard on his stomach. Out of reflex he blocked and
punched his unseen assailant in the face. Cringing, he looked up to
find three shadows, silhouetted against the urban landscape. Words
fell from his jaw, but he didn't know what they were.. he only felt it
move. They ran off, their footsteps echoing as he leaned against a
dewy wall, closing his eyes as if it might stave off the pain.
In a distorted whirl of sound, the calliope of a merry-go-round made
itself blatantly known. But something else came with it, Alan could
feel himself laughing and hear it.. but it was much younger. I
remember now! This was the fair I went to with mom and dad when I
was little. The horse seemed to just fly in that circle, and as the
colours twisted while he tried to watch those who waited, it almost
looked like those chromatic blasts he saw when this all started.
As the world came together again, he floated in mid-air, watching
someone that resembled himself speaking with that tiny dragon again.
It appeared to be giving him some kind of information but he couldn't
make it out. The tiny reptile then breathed some kind of gas into the
version of himself that Alan was watching. Like dangling thread, he
felt his mind be pulled like some loose thread back into his body.
Alan inwardly screamed as his mind swam for consciousness like a diver
who had been under for far too long. He sat up, wiping the small
beads of sweat from his brow and looking out to a setting sun.
Blinking in confusion he snapped his head to his clock and read it in
disbelief. "Seven.. thirty... nine? This is TOO weird." The young
teen drew himself up and tossed on some clothes, moving downstairs to
sate his now grumbling stomach.
Reaching into the refrigerator, he knelt down and cringed as a cramp
flooded through his lower body. Snatching an apple hastily, he made
his way to the couch and sat, trying to remember the events of the day
to no avail. Resigned to getting his facts of the day from the news,
Alan flicked the button on the remote, turning on the television.
"So yeah.. it was another lovely Sunday afternoon today, we almost
broke a record." Sunday?! Where the hell did Saturday go then?
And in this instant, Alan knew panic and unadulterated fear. Over a
day and a half had gone completely missing in his mind and he didn't
have any clue what to do about it.
The cramps strengthened in his lower back, tightening and then dropping
into an all out spasm. Alan did however know exactly what to do about
this and rose to get the muscle relaxers. Dragging his sore body back
towards his bed, he continued trying to come up with any semblance of
a memory for the weekend but failed completely. Resigned to his
seeming amnesia, Alan lay back on his bed and pondered what had led up
to this until his eyes closed and unconsciousness washed over him
anew.
Alan's eyes opened to the same swirling blue mist he'd seen in his
vision of the ruined downtown. Sitting on a long, flat stone was a
small azure drake wearing a flatboard hat and a monacle. Wait a
minute, I remember that thing... "I prefer to be called a drake if
you please." The small creature intoned. "The hell? You can talk
too?" Alan asked, seeming confused. "Why of course I can.. silly
child. I am Vrikari, one of the last surviving spirits of the Tuatha
De Danaan." Alan simply sat and blinked, seeming even more puzzled
by the response.
"Hmmm.. I can see this is going to take awhile. Alright.. we were
once the Tuatha De Danaan, the ones who created Changelings. You my
young friend are what we call a Nocker, a kind of Changeling who is
very good at fixing and creating things.. but have nasty tempers.
Don't worry if yours hasn't manifested yet, it will. Some of us were
good at the particular arts of the Changeling way. My specialty was
something called Sovereign. It was used by the nobles to keep order
and control over the commoners. That pendant you got for your
birthday contained one of the last inklings of my essence. But the
natural glamour in your body re-constituted me." At this point, poor
Alan was completely lost and just sat there dumbfounded.
"Alright.. how 'bout this. How about I teach you how to use that
pendant without accidentally dominating everyone in sight, and we cover
the rest later?" Alan acquiesced quite happily, nodding emphatically.
"Absolutely! That would be SO useful." And so the small drake taught
the young teen how to master his thoughts, keeping them seperate from
those to be acted upon by the Pendant of Sovereign. After he had
mastered that, the drake flew off from Alan's shoulder and landed back
on the stone. "You're pretty good for someone who just chrysalised."
And again, Alan was at a loss for words. "Alright.. Changelings are
Faerie spirits. A long time ago, Fae and humans lived in harmony on
Earth. But then science came along and introduced disbelief in magic
and the supernatural, we call that banality. The sheer banality
washing off from humanity was anathema to the Fae and it was slowly
killing their numbers. So they learned how to birth their souls into
human beings. When they reached a certain set of conditions.. a
trauma or other situation that brought about massive stimulus, be it
positive or negative, they chryalise. It awakens the Faerie soul and
makes it aware of it's existence but only becomes a part of the human's
existence, it does not take it over."
Staring dumbly, Alan struggled to process this information in his
dream-charged condition. He thought he understood, but he couldn't
have been more wrong. "In any case little man, I'm going to teach you
how to see into the chimerical world and then you're waking up. The
sun has almost risen fully." It was odd how the tiny creature taught
him, seeing into the world of chimera was almost like putting on a
pair of rose-tinted glasses.
As his mind finally grasped the knowledge of seeing into the world
of dream-stuff, his mind was tugged by some incessant klaxon. His eyes
slowly drawing open, the noise dulled and changed into the alarm going
off not six inches from his head. Smashing the clock with his fist,
Alan laid there and contemplated all that had gone on. If his dreams
were any indication, this was going to be one interesting day. And
about that.. he could not have been more right.
Stepping out into the world, Alan looked around with some semblance of
wonderment. As his gaze swept over the scenery before him, he walked
towards the bus stop, not completely paying attention where he was
going. Crashing into a mailbox, he flopped down onto his back and
looked around. Somehow all the colours in the world seemed a little
more dull, almost taking on a mundane quality.
Out of total curiosity, he gazed into the chimerical world and now that
he could see it for any length of time, he was overwhelmed. The sky
burned a bright orange like an evening sunset. The mailbox appeared
as something closer to a big metallic monster that was chomping letters
into confetti. Even the stop sign had become anthropomorphic, bearing
a face and arms, whistling to cars as if to tell them to halt at once.
The bus appeared to be some great brontolith, carrying passengers on
it's back like something right out of the Flintstones. Alright, this
is TOO weird, I need to get to school. Returning to normal sight,
Alan ran to get himself where he belonged.
Stepping through the doors of Parkside High, he listened as he moved
through the throng of students hanging about in the corridor. Unlike
his usual dislike for so much noise, the collective cry of the voices
seemed much quieter. The entire world seemed different since this
chrysalis, and even more so after learning this 'dream-sight' ability
from his nocturnal visions. He walked towards the cafeteria,
contemplating the whole situation when something occurred to him. Wait
a minute, what the hell IS that little drake's name anyways? He could
almost swear he had been told, but it escaped him despite any attempt
he made to remember.
Purchasing a coffee from the school's cafeteria, he watched the student
body move about their usual business. The teenagers sat and talked
together at tables about who liked who, how they were going to pass
the next test and the like. Everything had become rather dull until
he looked out the window and spied something very odd indeed. Sarah
Pirel, usually very vehement about being straight-edged looked high as
a kite and that puzzled him immensely. He was about to consider the
possible ways it could have happened when the bell derailed his train
of thought and called his body and mind to class.
Focusing on mathematics was at best, a difficult task at 9 am. Today
it was a damned-near impossibility. His mind was so clouded between
the images of fucking Laura O'Shay, puzzling together what he knew of
his weekend, and trying to figure out why Sarah looked drunk. Then
something stirred him from his reverie and his classmates from their
work, an extremely loud bang, like some explosion had gone off. Many
rushed into the halls despite the explicit requests of the teachers.
Just as the noisy chatter of a couple of hundred students began to
flood the hall, the long tone from the P.A. system rang throughout the
building. "Staff and students, this is Principal Smyth. One of the
carbon dioxide gas containment tanks has been ruptured in the science
wing. There is no danger to the student body, but we must close the
building for the remainder of the day for the disposal team." The
concerned words of the pupils were quickly replaced by cheers that
filled the corridors as the many gathered together their belongings to
go home.
Alan shrugged inwardly as he returned to the classroom to gather his
things, a little slower than the rest. He was in no rush to go
anywhere. Well, at least I can go home and think about all this. It
all seems a little over.. "Alan?" Came the voice that interrupted
his thought process, and he looked to his right, confirming his
pleasant hypothesis that it was Sarah. "Hey there.. you looked kinda
spaced going past the caf this morning, you okay?" Sarah smiled
mischieveously. "Oh I'm fine. Actually I'd like to talk to you if you
have the time right now... just here in this classroom."
Nodding slowly, Alan slung his backpack over his shoulder and watched
as Sarah turned on one of her platform heels. Watching her ass sway
under the form fitting black pants he followed her into the appointed
classroom and stood aside as she closed the door. "So Sarah, what is
it you wanted to talk to me.." And he was interrupted as he felt the
soft fabric of her clothing pressed into his body as she curled against
him rather suddenly. "Mmm.. you know, I'd bet all sorts of
inexplicable things have been happening lately Alan. I know.." She
smiled, a musing gaze looking deep into his eyes.
"You know? You can explain this all to me?", Alan quipped. Sarah
smiled and then leaned in, doing something Alan had only dared dream of
before, kissing gently at his neck, moving up toward his ear. "Yeeees,
and I can welcome you so well. You're one of us.. and that has
benefits Alan. I'm sure we can work together." Almost afraid to break
a dream, he let his arms swirl around Sarah's waist and drops his hands
just above her ass. "All you have to do is say that you'll let me help
you.." And rather to accent her point, her delicately tapered nails
curled up along his thigh in a quick sweep, her fingers squeezing
gently at the growing lump in his jeans. "I.. I..", Alan stammered,
"...gladly Sarah. Very gladly." And with a lustful grin, Sarah rose
up and moved herself under his hands, letting Alan squeeze the soft
globes under his hands.
Drawing back, Sarah levelled her emerald eyes into Alan's, whispering softly, "You want to touch me..", saying it almost like a command,
"..don't you?" And in that brief instant, Alan felt a curious tingling
sensation, and nodded as his own hormones drove his hands over her back
and along her waist. "Yeees.. give in to your passion, touch me..
embrace your dream." The tingling sensation stayed with him this time
and pulled at his eyes. Looking into the chimerical world, Alan could
see Sarah, in the exact position she was now but even more beautiful.
Hey chestnut hair shone brilliantly in some unseen light, her features
seemed more delicate. Her clothing was replaced by a stunning black
satin dress that hugged her every curve. But what stood out most laid
on her back, a pair of large monarch butterfly wings. Trimmed in jet
black, and filled with light myriad shades of purple, blue and green,
Alan simply stood there stunned.
Jerked back into reality, he felt her hands wandering over his thighs.
Her voice called to him, "Hmmm.. something long.. and extremely hard.
You didn't pocket one of the physics weights, did you?" Sarah smirked
coyly, not even waiting for an answer before undoing Alan's pants. He
simply shook his head, smiling slightly as he felt his common sense
and analytical thoughts stop completely.
Rather roughly, Sarah's fingers wrapped around the top of his jeans,
yanking them and his boxers down quickly, leaving his quickly hardening
shaft bobbing in front of her. She leaned up and kissing it's tip
before standing fully, pulling the straps of her tank top off before
pitching it over her head to reveal a black lace bra. "I've always
seen you staring at them when you thought I wasn't looking..." She
took his hand sliding it up her body and let it cup one of her full
teardrop shaped tits in his palm, swirling over the satin cups that
held them back with obvious strain.
Reaching behind Sarah's slender form, Alan released the catch on her
bra, drawing the impeding garment from his way. Looking down, he
almost sighed as he looked at her wonderfully formed breasts, crowned
with pert and now erect pink nipples. Nibbling her way along his
jawline, she leaned up towards him, burying his face in her ample
cleavage. "Go on Alan.. give in, I know you want me." And her words
were the only justification needed, if any had been needed at all.
With that, Alan lifted her just slightly, planting kisses over the tops
over her breasts, moving down one side. Sarah sighed as she felt the
pleasure starting to ripple through her form, tilting her head down to
peck at his temple.
Alan shivered as he felt something akin to a static shock prick where
Sarah had kissed, but then did so again more deeply as a feeling of
pure ecstacy replaced it. Never had something so absolutely joyous
been felt within him, and it filled his body with endorphins and his
cock with a roaring torrent of lust. His lips dove forward on Sarah's
tits, wrapping around one of her nipples and sucking gently. Not to
let his hand other hand become idle, it roamed over the other, sweeping
along the undersides and up across to the top once more, squeezing
gently. Flicking his tongue over the delicate flesh beneath, he
realized that it was moving at an incredible rate back and forth over
the tip. Instinctively he switched back across, giving her other
breast the same treatment.
Sarah however was being far from a spectator, her head thrown back as
she sighed and enjoyed having her tits pleasured by Alan's tongue.
Letting her own worm across his temple all the while, she suckled
gently for a reason not known by Alan. All he knew and needed to was
that he was enjoying it more than he could possibly articulate.
Cutting short that joy for him, Sarah stood up and grabbed him by his
shirt, pushing him up against the table as she practically tore it from
his body. "And now for something I've wanted to do for a long time."
He watched as her alabaster form knelt down in front of him, letting her lips form into a coy smirk for an instant before seizing the head of his cock between her meticulously painted lips. Hissing lustfully in pleasure, Alan resisted the urge to buck his hips and send himself all the way down her throat. He didn't need to the way Sarah was moving her lips and tongue over him, tickling the underside of his prick before swirling around him with it. Tilting her head up just a bit, she looked up and ensured she had Alan's full attention as she leaned forward and let him sink all the way into her mouth. Unable to hold back the sound in his throat, Alan let out a low moan of pleasure, watching his shaft swallowed down by Sarah Pirel was literally a dream
come true.
Alan popped free of Sarah's mouth audibly, her hand almost immediately
encircling it's length. Slowly jacking him off, she squeezed a little
tighter with each stroke. Milking a few beads of precum to the tip,
she watched as they snapped off and landed on her tit. Seductively,
Sarah raised her hands to the bottoms of her breasts, squeezing them
together and then up as her tongue slipped out to lap it off of the
spongy flesh. Sarah squeezed him a little more gently than he'd have
liked once more, pushing back the climax he felt himself approaching.
Then in counterpoint to the briefest pain came the pleasure of her
wrapping her sizeable orbs around him, bouncing her body just enough to
move his length between them.
Looking down and seeing the unadulterated lust burning in Sarah's eyes,
Alan began to slowly rock his hips, revelling in the feel of her
cleavage hugging his prick. Staring down at her, Alan let out a low
moan of pleasure, the tension in his shaft beginning anew as he moved between the globes of soft flesh. "Mmm.. have to get you nice and wet now." And with those words, Sarah tilted down her head, capturing the
head of his cock between her luscious lips, sucking softly. Then all
at once, she let go of her breasts, heaving her body forward and in a
fluid motion, taking Alan all the way down her throat. Bobbing her head along the length of his tool, she pulled wetly at it with her
mouth before sliding it back. Just as Alan was reeling from the utter
ecstacy he had just felt, Sarah shoved him back onto the table, a sharp
pain ringing in his knees as he landed.
Sarah smiled almost sardonically as she climbed up on the table,
straddling his waist. "Pleasure is hard to gauge without a little
pain. And I..." She paused as she lifted herself over him, wrapping
her slender fingers around him once more. "...always make it worth
it." Then, her body sank down, her labia spreading like a gentle
flower as he slipped inside of her. Alan now could no longer hold in
the moan that had held in his throat for the last few of Sarah's
unexpected turns.
Raising her body off of Alan, she began to bounce her body up and down
on top of him. Reaching forward, he brought his hands up to cup her
breasts, attempting to lift his hips upward to push his cock deeper
into her folds. Feeling his hands on her, Sarah looked down at Alan,
speaking in something of a commanding voice. "Get up here and suck
them." And quickly, as if by reflex, Alan's body complied as he shifted his body. His lips instantly sought out her ample cleavage, sucking as his body moved more quickly and easily under her.
It was now Sarah's turn to writhe in pleasure, Alan's shaft filling her
deepest recesses as they began to move together. Letting her head lull
back, she soaked in the feeling of his tongue moving deftly over her
nipples, the delicate flesh soaking in the pleasure. She shifted
slightly on him, thrusting her hips back at him as she squeezed her
nearly dripping slit down on his cock, grinding her clit against his
form as he pumped himself into her. Alan felt somehow spurred on to
move more quickly, his lips and tongue working over her tits furiously and then.. by reflex he felt the urge to bite down on her nipples. In doing so, he winced preemptively, expecting some cry of pain. The
confusion almost didn't register as she let out a long sigh of
pleasure. He was almost sure it would hurt, but again his thinking was
cut off, both by his own pleasure and Sarah's wispy voice cutting into
his ears.
"Mmmm.. I want you to cum for me Alan.. I want you to fill my pussy
up right now." And almost all at once, the wonderful feeling being inside of her, the squeezing wet heat became twice what it was an
instant before. He pushed his body against her with all the
force he could muster, pounding his cock deep into milking tunnel
before driving it in one last time. Releasing a long moan, Alan tensed
and crushed his form against hers, his seed blasting from the tip of
his prick into Sarah's tunnel.
Almost screeching like a banshee, Sarah climaxed around Alan's throbbing shaft, clamping down on it's swelling form even tighter.
With a slight movement, she indicated he needed to move and slowly rose
up off of him. Plunging a finger inside of herself, she pulled the cum
covered digit out and sucked the gooey mess from it. "Mmm.. we taste
pretty good together. Just think how well we could work on the same
team." Sarah snapped her pants back into place and tossed her shirt
over her head hastily. "Think about it." And as quickly as the words
fell from her lips, she was gone.
Alan sat there in shock for a moment before he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Ducking down behind a table, he hastily tossed on his clothes and looked up in the nick of time to see Miss Lexington come in. "Alan! You shouldn't be here.. the cleanup team will be
arriving any second." Alan nodded politely and muttered and an excuse as he rushed from the classroom, feeling the teacher's scrutinizing
eyes on him, as if she were looking at some wound.
Quickly leaving the school, Alan walked towards home trying to figure
out exactly where Sarah fit into the scheme with these 'Changelings'.
What did she mean about them working together? And what was with the
black dress and the butterfly wings?! And in a horrifying epiphany,
he realized that he had seen this coming in those odd dreams. This was
just too much. But he'd have to figure it out, his chryalis had come.
He was one of them.
Well folks, Alan has learned of his Faerie heritage. He's something
called a.. Nocker? What exactly IS going on now? And why in the
universe would a goddess-like girl like Sarah want to jump a so-called
nerd like Alan? It sure wasn't mind control. And why WAS Miss
Lexington checking him out like that? Hmmm.. you'll just have to read
chapter 3, won't you?
By the way.. did you like the story? Did it suck? Well tell me why
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