===LITTLEST NYMPH: CARNIVAL OF ANIMALS=== The dense forest was bathed in a bright twilight, fading sunlight mingling with rising moonlight, shadows and dappled colours throwing the vegetation into relief. Gliding through the thickets, blissfully unconcerned by the gathering darkness and the crunch of ferns underfoot, came the nymph. Short in stature and with a lithe body, the ever-young seeming wood-spirit nonetheless had a weariness about her, her eyes spark a little dimmer, her hair with a little less lustre. It was the End of Summer, and soon it would be Autumn. But, more than that, she had been wandering for so long. She had had great fun along the way, of course, and still was having plenty of fun even now, but from time to time she did give more and more thought to finding that perfect grove, that ideal place to settle down. It was just a fancy, Fernweh thought. She flowed effortlessly through the darkening woods, ignoring the deer now beginning to prance through these ancient trails, their nocturnal habits awakening. They sniffed, scenting her as she passed, but were confused, for she smelled much like the woods they inhabited, so familiar and all around them, yet different somehow. She smiled briefly as one small faun crossed her path, before her mother nuzzled her away. Children were a wonderful thing, she thought, and had always enjoyed helping those who were ready cross from virginal childhood into wonderful, experienced adulthood. But actually giving birth to a child, actually raising one to that point, were alien experiences to her, as much as she cherished and appreciated them. As night fell truly and the last rays of sunlight vanished completely, the twinkle of stars and the bright beams of the moon fell around her through the canopy, illuminating her way like torches, her vision ultra-keen in the darkness. She could see as well as any owl, when she wanted, but having light like this was always a bonus. Normally she would sleep for the night, perhaps, find an empty knothole and slumber within, or maybe find and share a leafy bed with a friendly Dryad. But tonight her feet felt particularly restless, as they led her onwards. Something in her mind stirred, a memory. Had she been this way before? It was hard to say. Fernweh pondered the memory as she walked, until she was disturbed from her reverie by the sound of music coming from up ahead. She brightened. Music! A Satyr's gathering perhaps? A Midsummer Fae party? Or, even better, a gathering of humans or other mortals? She felt her steps, once so sure and firm of purpose, start to become lighter, her elegant limbs swerving and swaying in time to the music. It was catchy, and it sounded fun. It had been a while since she'd last been to a good party. She loved parties, especially ones with her favourite kind of entertainment. She never minded if humans wanted to find out what they said about Nymphs was true. It generally was. Entering a clearing, she could see distinct, dazzling lights strung up around a stone garden wall, curling ivy seeming to claim the structure as part of the woods around her. The wall triggered slight memories. She had been this way before, she was sure. She could remember when the wall had been new. She followed the wall around, noting the paper lanterns strewn around its top, dim flickering twist-candles burning in the night, fire-flies gathering around the lights too, giving the air a powerful, mystical atmosphere. She ran her fingers along the old stone, feeling that frisson of memory, magic and mood. The music seemed to run through it all, enlivening her spirit. She found her earlier weariness, the onset of autumn and the burdens of a long road, beginning to lift a little. She felt sure that beyond these walls was something wonderful to be discovered. She came at last to an opening in the wall, a thick iron-wrought gate, a side-entrance obviously. A thick-set man in rough green clothes stood in front of the gate, and seemed to be shooing off some other, smaller humans, who all wore crude, flimsy animal masks. “I'm telling you, we're Fera on the inside!” whined one of them, a portly, short human with a a scruffy beard around his neck. “Scram, kid. This party is for true Children of Herne only. I don't care if you put on fur-suits or what, but this party ain't for you.” The guardian warned, raising his thick, meaty fists. The handful of animal-masked people cowered, until Fernweh stepped forth. Immediately all eyes turned to her, awed by the sudden appearance of this lightly-garbed woman, a wood-spirit emerging from the twilit woods. “Excuse me, but is there a Party going on inside? Might I be allowed in? I don't think I know much about any Herne though...” she frowned. The name did sound familiar. A name for the Lord of Beasts, perhaps? She never could keep track of what all the different types of humans called the things she knew by their being. It all seemed rather silly to her, sometimes. Sky was Sky, whether you called her Nut or Astarte. The thick-set man looked at her considering, lowering his fists. “Huh. I didn't think we were making that much noise. Forgive us, Daughter of Gaia. You say you wish entry? Its a tad irregular but...” he frowned. “I can't see why not. I'm sure plenty will enjoy your presence.” The animal-masked people began to object. “Hang on, how come she gets to go in-” The Nymph laid her hand on the objector, seeking to calm him, and he turned, flinching almost. “Ah! Keep away! I don't want to be turned into tree, or worse!” he cried. She looked at them, baffled, and was about to speak when the gate guardian did so for her, yelling at the gathered strangers. “Don't bother the guests, or I swear, I'll run you off with a billy club!” he roared, and the masked people finally, reluctantly, began to trudge back along the path behind them, curving away from the woods and the estate and back presumably towards another human settlement. “How strange. He seemed almost frightened of me.” She said, puzzled. It wasn't a reaction she was used to. Hate, that was something she had slowly come to understand the existence of, as alien as it was. Anger too. Sorrow, still one she struggled with. But Fear? Of her? She shook her head. Humans were truly most strange. The Gate guardian chuckled, nodding. “They're a weird lot, aye miss. They all think they have the souls of animals or something, but near as I can tell no priest or mage has ever found any sign of such a thing.” he shook his head at such foolishness. “But welcome, miss, to the Carnival of Animals. I am Roh, the gate-keeper. May I ask your name?” Fernweh smiled, noting that despite his size and apparently brutish appearance he was polite and sweet,at least when not having to deal with frustrating sorts of people. “Oh, well, I'm often called Fernweh. Pleased to meet you.” she said, extending a hand. That was what humans did right? They offered each other their hands? She was sure she'd remembered that much. Roh took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he bent down and kissed her on her fingers, which made her giggle a little. That was a funny way of doing things! She had to admit that coming this way had been the right decision after-all. She got tired of humans and their confusing ways sometimes, but always she found herself inexorably drawn to return to their company, or maybe they simply were drawn to her. “Your name sounds familiar to me, Fernweh. Perhaps the Lord of the Estate knows of you? In any case, please come inside, and enjoy yourself. I hope you will not be scared by proceedings. The party gets quite...wild at Midnight.” he smiled. ===================================================================================================================================== She followed him through the gate, and as she crossed the threshold, another twinge of memory struck her powerfully. She had been through this gate before, she was sure! An image flashed in her mind. A boy, inviting her into his garden. Again, she thought of the faun she had come across earlier, and the talk of children. Did she so long to sow her seeds already? No, it was something else. There was an air of...something, about this place. A Fertility Festival perhaps? Yet as she was led into the lantern-strewn garden, and she saw the many colourful tents and sprawling decorations, she didn't think so. This Carnival wasn't about fertility, but she could tell it was about Love. Or well, at least one form of it. She could tell she was definitely going to have fun here. The music seemed to wind its way through everything, a mixture of stringed instruments, drums, and a pipe. She could hear the hubbub of voices, and the clapping of hands and tapping of feet in time to the beat. She could also make out what sounded like words, a song fitting the wild, summery tune around her. "Merrily we sailed along Though the waves were plenty strong Down the twisting river fine Following a song... Legend's faded storyline Tried to warn us all Oh, they called her "Loreley" Careful or you'll fall..." Fernweh found herself itching to join the dancing. Roh bid her farewell with a smile and a wave, before returning to his duty guarding the gate. "Don't worry, miss, I'll be having plenty of fun later on. I got to make sure those scamps don't try to climb over the wall." he said, chuckling, leaving her on the edge of a great mass of people. There seemed to be people of all walks of life here, all dressed in various types of finery. Nearly everyone was wearing a finely-crafted mask, of ivory or wood or metal or silk, stylised in the guise of various animals. She saw everything, foxes, wolves, cats, dogs, pigs, horses, birds, even a few lizards here and there. They seemed to be mingling, laughing, drinking from goblets filled with rich, heady wine that she could smell the spice of even from here. Ahead was a grand entrance leading up into a towering manor, faded yet grandiose, marble columns and high glass windows. She recognised the manor, and confirmed her instinct. She had been on this estate before. But the manor was not the focus of the festivities. The circle of lanterns and lights seemed to draw the eyes down to a wooden stage erected at the bottom of the stone steps that led up into the manor-house. On the stage was an assortment of musicians, including several women in brightly coloured dresses, which she recognised as being distinctive of Travelling humans, who she often ran across in the woods living in caravans. She had always felt a degree of affinity for these nomadic, free-spirited humans, though their ways could be just as strange to her sometimes. The crowd pressed around the stage, some dancing, some clustered together in little circles of friends, talking, laughing and drinking together, but everyone enjoying themselves. She attracted a few stares her way, but remarkably she was able to blend in pretty well. The press of the crowd was a little uncomfortable, but before long she found herself amongst the dancers at the front. One of the travellers on the stage spied her, and the dark-skinned woman broke into a broad grin. "Oh, how wonderful! Have you come in response to the Call of our song?" the woman asked, laughing. Fernweh nodded, her limbs moving gracefully as she danced, immersed in the rhythm, soon drawing astonished gazes and cheers from the crowd. It was obvious that even compared to the travelling women she was far superior, moving with an otherworldly and beautiful joy and skill that had others start to dance to, eager to join in. "Come, dance for us, sing a song or two!" called out the travellers, and before long she felt herself being hauled up firmly onto the stage alongside the musicians and the colourfully garbed dancers. She felt a little plain in her rough green loincloth and chest-wrap, the only clothes she tended to wear when travelling through human lands, but if anything her simplicity of dress made her stand out all the more amongst such a riot of gaudy silks and dyed linen. The band paused for a moment, their current song over, but seeing they had a Nymph on stage they quickly broke into an equally lively tune, one that seemed to her to evoke the rhythms of the deepest wood, of the wind through branches but also the dance of every living thing, from the smallest insects and swaying flowers to the heartiest of predators. She quickly found her place in the tune, and found it changing, moulding around her movements. Whether she inspired the musicians or they inspired her wild dancing was impossible to say, for each complimented the other perfectly, though she had never heard the tune before, and they had never seen her dance. The crowd watched enraptured, and the hubbub of voices died down as all the swaying folk felt compelled to join in, as best they could, and to enjoy the moment. ===================================================================================================================================== It stretched for a while, but like all fun things it seemed to end far too quickly, and the music came to an end with rapturous applause and cries of encore. The musicians bowed, and pleaded exhaustion, but it was obvious they had been charmed more by Fernweh's sinuous movement. She felt a slick sweat on her skin and brow, a sheen of perspiration that looked more like summer rain. She beamed broadly at having had such an effect merely from dancing. It had all felt just so...right. "A true pleasure to have you visit us, lady of Gaia. I assume Roh let you in?" a soft voice spoke to her, and she turned, noticing a strange coterie of figures now making their way through the crowd towards her. The crowd parted instinctively, like fish in a shoal. "Hey! I'm called Fernweh. And yes, I hope I wasn't disturbing anything?" she said, a little confused about where the voice had come from, since it seemed to match none of the figures. "Forgive me, a little trick I indulge in. I'm over here, miss. Or maybe I'm over here?" the voice shifted around her, seeming to come from thin air, and the crowd chuckled, apparently used to such theatrics. She felt more confused than anything else. "Hey, I can't talk to you if I can't see you, silly!" she chided. "Ah, then perhaps...over here?" Suddenly the figures parted, and a strange man who had very clearly not been there when the figures arrived was there, wearing a long purple robe and carrying a long staff that seemed to curl into a phallus at the end. He pulled back his hood, revealing an ageless face, with silver hair, unblemished skin and a mocking smile. "Welcome miss Fernweh. I am the Lord of this Estate. To some, I am the Smutomancer. But please, you may call me Francisco, or Fran for short." He gave her an elaborate bow. "I hope you are enjoying the Carnival." "Oh, very much! Though, I only just got here." she admitted. He chuckled. "The night is still young. I do hope you will remain with us all till Midnight, and perhaps grant us your favour at that time. I know many of my younger guests would be grateful for the ah...once in a lifetime opportunity." She had been around humans long enough to know what he was hinting at. He wanted her to have sex with some of the guests after Midnight. She shrugged. She felt no qualms about doing such, and the mood here felt very ripe for sexual activity. She had plenty of energy already, and Winter was a long way away yet, but the opportunity to simply let loose and have fun, and with such a diverse array of people, certainly appealed. "Of course, though I think there's rather too many of you for me to do it with all of you." she said lightly. The Smutomancer laughed. "Worry not, most of those here already have...partners for Midnight's entertainment. But I am sure you will fit right into the flow of things, since you already seem to know our Music so well." "Oh, well, I just acted, you know? It just sounded so neat, and I wanted to dance..." she said, blushing. "It's no concern. Tonight, at the Carnival of Animals, we are all free to act on our impulses, and to doff our masks of civility and humanity, and simply rejoice in that most primal of activities. But come, please, eat, drink, be merry, there is time before Midnight yet! On with the party!" he called, and like that the musicians struck up again, and the hubbub of conversation flowed as naturally as it had before, and the dancers swung themselves around in wild jigs, though none seemed able or willing to try to match the passion and skill of Fernweh's earlier display. Hopping off the stage, the dancer who had invited her up blew her a kiss as she left. "Maybe seek me out some time Nymph? I go both ways, and I'd love to dance with you again." the traveller woman chuckled. "The name's Onyx by the way, on account of me skin. People can be so unimaginative sometimes." Fernweh smiled. "Oh I'd love to dance with you miss Onyx, but there's so much to see and do first.. perhaps later?" she suggested, hating to disappoint, but not afraid to put her own needs and desires first. Onyx nodded. "Until next time, Lust-Wanderer." Fernweh wasn't sure what was meant by that last name, though she recognised it as a strange translation of her own name, Fernweh. She shrugged, and skipped off into the Carnival. There was so much to see, and so many people to meet! ===================================================================================================================================== She wound her away through the tents, admiring the broad array of treats, games, and activities going on, a true Carnival. Clowns with strange masks juggled, ate and spat fire, performed amazing acts of acrobatics, and occasionally played tricks on members of their audience. One Clown produced a long sword from her ear, causing her to gasp, and also flinch a little. Even after all this time, she still found such...weapons of Iron to be very discomforting. Thankfully the sword was a trick-sword, and didn't have any iron in it, but it was still a shock. After that, she let herself be bought a number of delicious treats, including waffles from an Anonymous chef, who spoke with an outrageous accent and wore a rooster's mask. The soft pastry doused in honey was delicious, and cheered her up, even as she wandered on to the next attraction. It seemed almost like everyone had brought something or could do something amazing, from the fantastical to the lewd. She watched as one man lifted ever heavier weights from a ring at the end of his penis, whilst a woman showed off her enormous breasts, using them to balance various items and crush others, to raucous jeers, cat-calls and applause. She found a tent hosting a large Warforged who seemed to have artificial sex-parts for both men and women, and even ahead of midnight seemed to be doing a roaring trade, people handing over coins or other tokens of exchange for a few minutes with the sexual golem, which the handler outside called a "FUBOT", whatever that meant. Next tent along she found a woman in full leather dominatrix gear and high boots, her skin dyed to appear darker and wearing fake-ears, striding up and down, apparently pretending to be a Drow or Dark Elf of some kind. She was telling her rapt audience various increasingly ribald and quite dark stories of rape, sexual torture, mind control, lesbian passion and plenty of bondage. The sign above her tent declared her to be Mistress Xiombarg, Domme-for-hire and Master Storyteller. The Carnival had a host of dizzying sights and sounds, and many colourful personalities. An armless crow-winged harpy, a brush in her claws, was painting cute yet undeniably lewd pictures of people in a booth. Sat next to her was an elf in clown-make up, drawing more conventional but still very racy pictures, though she tended to censor the more naughty details. Fernweh sat for a few minutes, but found staying still in such a lively carnival difficult, though the picture she got made her frown slightly. She was sure she didn't have breasts quite that large...did she? She looked down, feeling herself to be sure. Nope, still fairly petite. All too soon the night seemed to race away, and Midnight approached. She was just having a new, see-through silk chest-wrap woven for her by a spider-masked woman who called herself only "Weaver" when the camp-site's mood and atmosphere changed, a heavy gong ringing through the air. Even the Nymph felt the change, her hair prickling. Weaver coughed. "I think you might want to go outside. The changes can be...quite unnerving for someone not used to seeing them." ==================================================================================================================================== The gong rang more, and she could feel the tension in the air. Everyone who had been wearing an animal mask was tense now, coming out of the tents and standing in the open air, beneath the bright Hunter's Moon. Those who had not been wearing masks slid out of sight, into tents, or quickly hurried up into the mansion. Fernweh felt tingles across her skin. Although not frightened, she was apprehensive. Something strange seemed to be about to happen, and she wasn't entirely sure if it would be fun or not. She watched a crowd of people form a rough circle not far from her, and she wandered over, curious to see what was to happen. She assumed the sex was about to begin, or something like it, but the mood seemed a little too sense to be sexual just yet. As the final gong-beat reverberated into the still air, the twelfth hour now upon them, she blinked as the formerly masked people began, almost simultaneously, to double over in pain. She moved forward, concerned, as they began to shudder and writhe, and she heard noises like bones cracking and...cloth tearing? As she got a closer look, the truth became obvious. The people were...changing. A woman, formerly wearing a fox-mask, clutched herself tightly as her face bulged outwards, sweat dripping from her brow, her brown hair turning to a fine, lustrous red as her jaw and skull reshaped into a long, vixen-like muzzle. Fur began to sprout in tufts along her hand and arm. Fernweh stepped back, uncertain if this was something she should be here for, feeling perhaps like she had intruded on something private. Yet, at the same time, it was something she had never seen before, at least not on this scale. All around her people were changing into animals of all kinds, their clothes tearing and ripping, if they hadn't already gotten nude. It seemed some must like bursting out of their clothes, and she wondered if werefolk secretly got to liking the changes, or at least this particular change at this particular time. The fox woman was struggling to remain upright as her legs reshaped into powerful haunches, her whole body expanding. Her dress split along the back, revealing bulging muscle and a fine, sleek red coat of fur now growing along her skin. She seemed to stare wildly, before tearing the rest of her dress free, revealing her breasts had expanded too, though now lightly fuzzed with white chest-fur, her black nipples jutting out proudly as her chest heaved. The Nymph watched, fascinated, as the transformations seemed to bring the carnival-goers to a perfect half-way point between beast and human. Larger, stronger, warmer, yet remaining by and large upright, with opposable thumbs and mostly humanoid hands and postures. The fox woman seemed to smile, a long tongue panting now from her muzzle, as she saw Fernweh admiring her new, powerful vulpine body. She proudly pulled away her overstretched panties, revealing a wet, animalistic sex, dripping thick juice to the floor already. It seemed this were-fox woman was already firmly in heat. "Aaah...now you know, heheh..." the fox lady giggled to herself. "Are you...scared?" "No! No, I'm sorry. It's just...does that hurt?" she asked, concerned. The were-fox shrugged. "Yes. But...it also feels so good. And..." she shuddered, her paw-like hand going down now to her damp slit. "I feel so fucking horny now." She ground her legs together, as the last of her transformation took effect, a long bushy tail sprouting from her coccyx, wagging happily behind her. Fernweh smiled. "And is this true of...everyone?" "Mngh. Yes. Everyone who changed. One night every year the Full Moon at the end of Summer is particularly strong and awakens our primal lusts instead of primal hunger. We gather and...celebrate." she yipped happily, her fingers rubbing her dripping sex with increasing intensity. "Would you ah...help me out?" Fernweh agreed. Finally, she could take off her clothes! She always felt much happier completely nude. She quickly stripped her chest-wrap and loincloth, her richly tanned skin and subtle curves proudly on display, revealing a neat, bushy sex, auburn fuzz to match her summery hair, though the first shades of her autumn colours were already starting to show. The Were-fox sat down awkwardly, leaning against one of the pavilions, apparently something hard like a crate or box being on the other side so she didn't just fall right back through the canvas. She was panting and yapping excitedly, her furred chest rising and falling as she spread her pussy lips wide open, thick girl-juices running in strands between her fingers and her moist vagina. Fernweh bent down, scampering over, and eagerly began helping the poor were-fox woman, her graceful digits sliding in effortlessly and beginning to jill the were-fox with much more skill and success than the were-fox's clumsy paws had been able to manage. She drew on hundreds of summers of experience, pleasuring others and herself, and began to whirl and vibrate her fingers, rapidly causing the young fox-girl to start to squirt powerfully as she was shlicked into orgasm. Fernweh caressed her firm, thinly furred breasts, admiring the strength and power yet also the deep, mature femininity. The were-fox woman was no young, petite girl, nor purely a feral vixen, but a powerful woman. It was exciting to be so close to someone burning with such animalistic passion. The were-fox wanted more. "Please, Fernweh...just a little more...aaaah..." she cried out, and Fernweh obliged, leaning in to kiss the were-fox, her free hand now caressing the breasts softly, while she continued to finger deep into the gushing fountain that was the fox-lady's womanhood. Fernweh granted the horny vixen three more orgasms in rapid succession, using her tongue and her fingers with well-honed skill. Yet the night still had barely begun, and she herself was only mildly aroused. She licked the fox-woman's thick juices from her fingers, finding it musky and full of energy. She licked her lips, making sure she swallowed every drop, before moving on, the carnival having turned from a place of grand displays and activities into many, many couplings and wanderers, fucking or looking to fuck. The air began to carry the musty scent of a hundred powerful were-folk, all in heat and eager for mates. Though not animal herself, she couldn't help but pick up on that eagerness, that yearning. She felt her skin flushed, and her sex begin to ache. There was no way she was going to simply watch and play with herself, not tonight. She wanted something much more satisfying. ======================================================================================================================================= She headed back towards the stage, simply as a place with central focus, figuring that there would be plenty of people there. As she worked her way back, she couldn't resist looking around again. She didn't like to peep, but hardly anyone was taking great care in avoiding being seen either. She was a little shocked when she passed where the sexual performers had been, to find instead a Tiefling being mounted roughly by a Hellhound. Her initial reaction was horror, since the denizens of the Lower Planes were hardly the friendliest creatures to Nymphs like herself, but she could see that the Tiefling was far too busy enjoying herself, thick bestial cum dripping from her pussy and ass as the huge beast roughly pounded her holes in turn. "Ah...isn't that painful?" she couldn't help but ask. The Tiefling simply gave her a silly grin, her face contorted in obvious pleasure. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..." she managed, the knotted organ of the beast getting stuck in an orifice and causing her to shudder uncontrollably. Fernweh wondered if the Hellhound knew what it was doing, but a gleam of feral intelligence in its dark eye suggested it was having at least as much fun as the Tiefling seemed to be. The food-stalls were closed and packed away, but someone had opened up the honey-bowl where the waffles had been dipped. A Werebear of about Medium size was scooping large pawfuls of the gooey, warm honey and lathering it over the exposed pussy of his partner. A blonde girl with sparkling blue eyes and an old-fashioned gingham dress and stockings, she was one of the first unchanged humans Fernweh had seen since midnight. She assumed she had stayed for what she presumed was her boyfriend or husband. The werebear began to messily eat the honey out of the golden-haired girl's snatch, causing her to moan happily. "Oh, that feels juuuust right..." she squealed. "Hey, sorry miss, but I already got a Hon here." she said, noticing Fernweh's presence, and politely encouraging her to move on. The Nymph nodded, not wishing to intrude. The central stage up ahead was a riot of noise, sights and sounds. Onyx the dancer and the rest of her troupe seemed to be a in circular group orgy with a pack of were-hounds, alternating between male and female with sinuous grace. Onyx was currently being knotted in her rear, and she waved to Fernweh, pausing from giving another Werehound a blowjob. "Maybe another time as you said, Fern, I'm sorry, I couldn't wait." she admitted sheepishly, before her partner grabbed her black, bouncy hair and pulled her back down to continue face-fucking her. Around the stage was an assortment of other were-animals, paired or tripled or matched up in some other combination, all merrily and messily thrusting and fucking each other in every combination and position imaginable. Fernweh couldn't help but be impressed. The sexual energy in the air was palpable, and if she had been so inclined she could have gathered up enough magical energy from this fuckfest to last her all winter without doing anything else herself. But that would have been terribly boring. Three figures broke away from the rest, and came towards her. A Werewolf, powerful, muscular, obviously male, a thick knotted member swinging erect between his legs. A Were-rabbit, large breasts bouncing and a cute button-nose sniffing as she scented Fernweh, and a Were-boar, a short, thick cannon throbbing as he sighted the nymph as well. She waved at them, and they began to circle her. The Werewolf spoke first. "Fernweh, our honoured guest. We've been waiting for you. The Smutomancer said that...well...you'd help us out." The Were-bunny broke in, giggling. "What my brother here is trying to say is that we're...well...theyre virgins, and havent been able to get any partners, so they'd love it if you did them! I'd enjoy it too, of course." she giggled, her ears twitching. The werewolf blushed, snarling and muttering. "What my idiot sister blurted out is mostly true, but...we'd understand if you'd not want to hang out with...well, folk like us." He scratched his muzzle irritably. "We're sorta new. Most Fera don't change till they hit puberty, but we were in our late teens when we finally manifested, and well..." he sighed. "Brian the boar over there has bad odour, and I...have my own problem. My sister Lola here also has a reputation of her own." he admitted. Fernweh wasn't quite sure what to say or do, but she was feeling pretty horny, and she couldn't see any reason not to have a threesome with these people, even if they did admit to some defects. "I don't mind. I've probably done worse on the road." she admitted. "Shall we do it here or do you want to go somewhere private?" "Ah, private. And please, call me Tehd. It's a weird name I know." The Werewolf said. "I don't think our parents knew we'd become Fera or we'd not have been given such wimpy names. That Werewolf over there with all the girls over him? His tribe-name is Chaos Beetle. How cool is that?" The trio of somewhat awkward teen werepeople led Fernweh to a small, mostly empty tent. A Wereraven was getting a tit-job from a busty woman wearing a chef's hat over a mess of dirt-blonde hair and nothing much else. "Hey, Storm, Cooky, we need to use this tent. Could you go elsewhere? You still owe me, you filthy bird." Tehd growled. The Wereraven cawwed unhappily, but reluctantly stopped his thrusting, and led the nude busty blonde chef-girl away. "Fine, but we're even for this." ======================================================================================================================================= With privacy finally achieved, the Werebunny immediately threw her arms around the Nymph, hauling her gently onto the soft matted ground. Fernweh was suprised, she hadn't expected them to take charge so quickly. "Hey, if you wanted it rough..." she says, and the other two chuckle. "Sorry, thats just Lola's way." If Fernweh had been wearing any clothes, she suspected Lola would have torn it away by now. The Werebunny immediately began enthusiastically grinding her pussy against Fernweh's exposed sex. It was clear Lola was an amateur, but she made up for lack of skill with obvious enthusiasm. Pretty soon they were both very wet. She leaned back, letting Lola take charge for now, encouraging her on. The were-bunny straddled her completely, leaning forward to massage Fernweh's breasts with her own, the dual sources of friction quickly heating up the nymph's body, stimulating her and making her shiver a little. "This is pretty nice...ah...you boys going to join in?" she asked with a coquettish smile. Tehd nodded, his muzzle salivating, his claws already jerking himself off. Brian seemed somewhat shyer. "I uh...don't taste so good." he admitted, blushing. "Most girls don't want to be with me cos of the smell." The were-boar turned his tusked head aside. Fernweh sighed, and enthused a little of her nature magic- really she was brimming full of the stuff- into filling the air with a soft, flowery scent. "I don't mind. Please, ah...come join in, all of you." Brian was still awkward, moving forward shyly, but she rose up on her arms, gently slowing Lola down and restraining her from her more enthusiastic grinding, in order to coax the were-boar forward. She reached out, and took his thick, if short, manhood in her hand, eagerly pumping the sausage. She groped one of Lola's wobbling mammaries as she did so. "Tehd, maybe you could slide underneath us, take me from behind? I'll take you in my mouth, Brian." After a few minutes of awkward fumbling, she managed to coax the horny but inexperienced were-teens into the right positions, now sitting astride Tehd's knotted wolf-cock, A hot bunny-girl draped across her in a sandwich while she took a rancid boar-cock in her mouth. It wasn't that he was unhygienic, simply that his very nature made his taste foul. She increased the smell of flowers in the air by several notches. She'd put some dirty things in her mouth in the past, but the taste here was quite...bitter, and disgusting. Nonetheless, she helped him on, sucking his meaty stub, stroking his cock and massaging his balls, while she tried to guide the too-eager Lola to be more skilful with her wild, if hot, grinding. She rose and fell, her breasts bouncing, as Tehd gripped her by her hips, lifting her and his sister on top of the nymph with bestial strength, grunting as he fucked her deep in the ass, the knot expanding and keeping them locked together. She felt herself burning all over, her summery-sheen of sweat becoming like an autumnal drizzle, her hair damp and sticking to her forehead with exertion. She moaned happily, feeling herself completely stimulated all over, her tight sphincter contracting and dilating around the thrusting wolf-cock. She felt her slit burn and gush, Lola switching from eager grinding and mashing to old-fashioned tongue-play, her sensitive nose snuffling as she buried her short muzzle in Fernweh's honey-pot, licking away fiercely. "Aaagh...Fernweh...I think I'm about to..." Tehd huffed, his chest heaving, his tongue lolling from his mouth with effort. Ass-fucking a woman while another woman lay on top of her was not easy even for a muscular werewolf like himself. He reached up, in between the two, his paws gripping Fernweh's petite breasts softly, his furry paws rolling and kneading them as he felt himself swelling to climax. "Me too...miss...I'll try to pull out..." the shy Were-boar admitted, his sensitivity high even as she ran her tongue up and down his short chubby dick. She held him firm, and deep-throated him passionately, even as he tried to pull back, not wanting to hurt her or disgust her with his foul-smelling cum. "Please miss...ah..." He pulled free at the last moment, and he squealed with delight as thick ropes of his semen sprayed out across her mouth and chest, dribbling down onto her tits where it began to pool. She barely flinched, though the stench of his rancid boar-seed was indeed impressive. She trained herself to block it out. Lola, with her sensitive bunny-nose was less lucky, and she buried herself further into Fernweh's muff, her cute nose rubbing against the Nymph's clit even as she drank her dry of her fem-juices. Lola was fiercely jilling herself at the same time, regretting that she had not thought to bring a dildo or invite a fourth partner so she could be rammed at the same time. She'd never fuck her brother Tehd, of course, and Brian was well...sweet, but she didn't want any of that foul cum inside of her, either. As Brian trotted back, falling onto his haunches with a sigh of contentment, Tehd felt his own climax surging forth, as he emptied his hefty load into the Nymph's tight corridor, his knot holding them in place. She squirmed and writhed, feeling his hot semen fill her completely, and she instinctively grabbed at Lola's ears, rubbing them fiercely. The werebunny woman squealed, her most sensitive ears causing her to twitch and buck madly, her wild thrashing finally helping the horny Nymph over the edge into an orgasm. Fernweh quaked as her last orgasm of the summer rippled through her, an autumnal mood and mien falling across her as she spurted into Lola's eager mouth, spraying the bunny woman with her nymphette juices, which were rich and smelt strongly of summer flowers. The dazed and overstimulated werebunny quickly stumbled back, feeling her own climax break. Fernweh lay on top of the groaning, sated Werewolf, somewhat trapped by the knot still riveting her anus in place, even as his cock began to go soft. Lola was panting and shivering, but despite a twitchy nose and her ears getting a thorough massaging she seemed ready to continue. The men though, being virgins, had cum quickly and were already exhausted. She was happy to have helped out, but Fernweh did wish that there were more who could help her enjoy more orgasms. She felt her pussy burning with need, and tried to disengage from Tehd, though the pain as she tried to pull away from his knotted cock was excruciating. She shuddered, gasping, and was already thinking of some other solutions when the tent entrance opened, and another, familiar face entered. "Ah, enjoying yourselves?" The Smutomancer asked, smiling. His eyes blazed with magical power. It was clear he was harvesting the sexual energy from the Carnival, no doubt to recharge his smutty dark arts. "Don't get up, and don't feel embarassed. I'm here to talk to Fernweh." "Ah she's...kinda stuck right now, sir." Tehd admitted with a blush. Brian quickly sought to cover himself, and Lola just shrugged, and continued to play with herself while she waited. She too was eager to get back to grinding against that Nymph's cute slit. "I wanted to thank you again for attending the Carnival, Fernweh. Perhaps it is time I told you a little something you may have forgotten..." he began, but seeing the uncomfortable expressions of all present, he chuckled and shook his head. "But it can wait till Dawn. Suffice to say, Fernweh, when you passed this way last, and entertained a small, bored aristocratic youth, you gave birth to a powerful being with intense sexual curiosity. Whenever you are on the road, and dreaming of your grove, remember please that not all the wild seeds you spread on your journeys fall on fallow ground." The Smutomancer waved his knob-shabed staff, and suddenly everyone in the tent felt incredibly invigorated. Tehd groaned with amazement as his cock became hard, harder still, lengthening inside of Fernweh to shocked(but pleased) gasps. He was easily twelve inches long now, and fairly deep inside of her! His balls throbbed with power, and he felt like he could cum for hours. Brian too, felt an enchantment settle across his prick, lengthening it to a normal size and transfiguring it back to a normal human shape and smell. Lola felt her breasts grow soft and sensitive, her nipples painfully erect, and her clitoris practically buzzed whenever she touched it, sending waves of ecstasy through her limber body. "A gift from me to you all. If you have any energy unspent for this come the morning, Fernweh, and do not urgently need to return to the road, then I implore you to visit me again in my mansion. I have fucked many over the centuries, but still I hold you in a special place in my heart." he said, before curling his cloak around himself once more, and leaving the tent. "Well, I don't know what that was about but, I reaaallly want to fuck now." Lola complained. Brian, filled with sudden confidence, bore down on her, pinning her with delighted squeals. "You can have me." he said with sudden certainty. She smiled. "Well, you don't smell so bad now, so, why not? And I have always thought you were cute, Brian." she murred. He needed no further encouragement, and quickly began porking her with frenetic energy. Fernweh looked down at the werewolf she was riding, and shrugged. "Well, its a few hours till dawn. I don't feel like sleeping. Shall we?" Tehd nodded with definite agreement. "You're amazing Fern. Besides, it uh, seems we're somewhat stuck..." He admitted sheepishly. She tutted, and, casting a simple spell, was able to ease herself free with a wince, magical fluid dripping from her already soaking nether-lips as she did so. She turned herself around, letting the horny were-wolf get a good look at her shiny, flawless body and round, delicious breasts. He panted eagerly. They didn't need to say any more words, and she quickly lowered herself back down on to him. It was a long ride till dawn, and though they would all cum many times, the spell held fast till they were completely exhausted, having swapped each other round a fair amount. Fernweh and Lola both being splattered head to toe, mostly around their numb mouths, heaving chests and raw womanhoods. "Best. Party. Ever. Same time next year?" Lola managed to gasp, as the sun's rays rose. "Definitely." Agreed Tehd. "Y-yes, If I can get that charm to stick..." Brian said, a little of his old self returning with worry. Fernweh grinned, and, leaning over, took his cock back into her mouth one last time. She breathed some of her nature magic back into it, and helped fix the charm the Smutomancer had cast. "It should stay this way for at least a few months." she explained. "Perhaps if you ask nicely the wizard will help you out more permanently? Tell him I asked on your behalf." The Were-boar boy blushed, and nodded. He looked at Lola, and she grinned back at him. "You wanna do it again later as humans? You were always staring at my tits back in the village." she said, and Brian smiled. Fernweh looked over at the exhausted werewolf, who simply gave her a thumbs up and a broad smile. "Don't worry yourself, miss. I'm just glad I lost my virginity to such an amazing woman as you. Story to tell my grand-kids someday." he chuckled, and as the first hint of sunlight began to fill the tent, she could see they were beginning to change back. She left them, though she felt stiff and sore all over, figuring they deserved some privacy. She picked at some of the dried cum that was still sticking to most of her, and frowned. Where was she going to wash all of this off? She looked up at the manor, as the sun began to rise behind it, and remembered the Smutomancer's offer. Humans had wash-places -indoors- right? Perhaps she would linger a little here after-all. And it wasn't too far from here to somewhere nice she could hibernate in the Winter... ========================================================================================================================== The Carnival of Animals of that year was widely agreed to be one of the best ever. Many children conceived that night were said to owe their existence to the visit by the Littlest Nymph, the Lust-Wanderer whose fertility magic had seeped out even when she hadn't been thinking about it. No one particularly minded, especially since it meant that, in time, there would be even more fun people to meet and enjoy at the Carnival. What passed between Fernweh and the Smutomancer, none can say, but to this day his estate still funds bards to tell tales of her, spreading her seeds still further. Though without grove or home, Fernweh has taken root in other ways, and the tree of humanity sprouts new branches wherever she goes. And Roh the Gatekeeper, every year, waits patiently to let her back in, in case she ever did decide to revisit the Carnival of Animals...