Gender: Male Age: 30 Location: N/A
I wasn’t expecting it to be a good Christmas. In fact I knew it’d be shit. James, my boyfriend of the last year, broke up with me after the Thanksgiving break. Apparently when he went home, he met his old girlfriend from high school and got back together with her. How sweet...
“Sorry Marie, I know it’s awful to you but its real love.”
I wish I had the backbone to tell him, “Go fuck yourself! You tiny-cocked sack of shit!” but instead, I was understanding, I told him I forgave him and didn’t cry in front of him because he ‘felt bad enough.’ I hate them both.
So I spent most of the time in the early weeks of December crying while studying for finals¸ or crying while buying presents on line for my family, or crying while taking a shower. I was a mess. I wouldn’t, however, cry in front of others. Lyn, my roommate, knew I was, but didn’t bring it up, just offered warm tea and condolences.
“He’s a bastard and she’s a diseased cunt!” was her typical comment when she saw me red-eyed.
I’d smirk and nod, it didn’t help but it was nice to have her in my corner.
“I’m going to go walk to the gym; I have to study for my logic course tonight.”
The season had turned and heaters were on everywhere. Frost was on all the cars when the sun came up but it wasn’t pure winter yet. I walked briskly, I had a jacket on over my gym clothes but my gym pants didn’t keep me warm with the cold wind.
I don’t like my figure and most men don’t drool over it. I am neither tall nor short, five foot four, I’m not busty; I wear a 36 B bra. My ass has curves but won’t stop traffic on the street, even if I am wearing tight yoga pants in this cold weather. I’m average weight which means that I spend too much time at the gym trying to be skinny, and failing. It’s good to be healthy and at least I can say that I am.
Otherwise I am not deformed; besides the red color they’ve been recently, my eyes are greenish/blue. I’m tanned but not dark. My nose is good, my lips are full, and my teeth are white and straight. My hair is lank, brown, shoulder length, and boring. Any change I try to do to it makes it look laughably unnatural, so I stopped trying new things.
No webbed feet, no neck tattoos or anything ridiculous, I’m not even a raging bitch. I’m just utterly normal and utterly forgettable.
Well, those depressing thoughts came to me as I went through the gym doors. I worked the elliptical machine really hard to burn off that kind of thinking. I needed the endorphins. My mp3s played and I kept at it for well over my usual half hour.
I finished and returned to studying. My classes weren’t bad. I’d pass even if I was an emotional wreck. I wasn’t worried about the exams; it was just that there was no post-studying/post-test-boyfriend-time to look forward to.
I called my Mom up. I was spending the holiday with her; my Dad was in Chicago with his wife’s family. My Mom walked on eggshells because I told her last time I called about the end of my relationship.
“How’re you holding up sweetie?”
“I’m fine Mom, as well as can be expected. I have enough studying to distract me.” That was an outright lie.
“I’m looking forward to coming home and seeing you and Memaw.” My grandmother lived in assisted care in my mom’s town.
“She’s got a new boyfriend. He lives in the same floor as Memaw. His name’s Frank Hoffmann and he dotes on her.”
Great my 74 year old grandmother has a better love life than me. Not to mention… EWW!
“I look forward to meeting him. I’ll visit her as soon as I get home. Mom I’m going to have some dinner, I’ll talk to you later.”
End of term parties started and I skipped all but one that Lyn dragged me too. I wasn’t in the mood and left early taking a cab back to my place. I packed my suitcase and listened to sad music. I’d be home this time tomorrow.
Lyn made coffee in the morning and she hugged me and said she’d see me after the break.
I drove home still in a funk. It took most of the day, my mom lived four hours away from school. I arrived tired, but I was happy to be home, at least happy to be away from school. I had dinner with my mom and took a long bath.
Baths do so much good and they’re so rare during the semester. I was able to really treat myself, it was luxurious. I lay naked in the tub feeling the warmth. My hand traced up my thigh and stroked lazily down again to my knee. Then it returned back up my thigh.
I wasn’t thinking about anything at all. Not my cheating ex, not anything; I just let the sensations take my body. My fingertips crept up my thigh teasing my furrow. I knew when I undressed that I needed to shave but I’d do that later. I usually keep myself almost, but not quite hairless. But I didn’t have anyone to trim for. I let my hand slide through the lips, the hair was soft and silky in the warm, sudsy water and body tingled as I touched my flesh. One hand curled up to pinch my nipple as I slid deeper into the bath and let my lower hand caress my clit.
A spasm twitched through me and I felt the smile on my face. It had been too long since I’d played with myself and far too long since I’ve orgasmed. My finger slid into my tight passage and penetrated the satiny flesh. I soon added another finger and twirled my thumb over the hood as the pleasure built up inside of me.
I slid further down into the bath to adjust the angle of attack till my body pulsed. My plundering fingers dug deeper and my thumb squirmed deliciously against my clit. I gave myself one last hard twist on my nipple and I flew over the edge into orgasmic delight. I kept my teeth clenched hard to keep from shouting out. I kept toying with myself; I came again before the water cooled enough to cool my passions. It had been far too long.
After cleaning off, I slunk off to bed. My semester was over and I was ready for a break.
The next day I went to the assisted care and visited Memaw and her new boyfriend. I was glad to see Memaw looking spritely and happy. Frank was a nice enough guy, he seemed a like a goofy old man, but he was intelligent enough and treated my grandmother like gold. I spent the whole afternoon with them.
I spent a long time with Memaw and Frank; they really were a cute couple, if in an ancient sort of way. I, of course, had to finish my Christmas shopping as well. I was able to find perfect gifts for Lyn and Frank. My family I had already finished online
So between spending time with my Mom, Memaw and Frank, and shopping; the days before Christmas flew by. My Mom and I were cooking for our Christmas Eve Dinner. Memaw and Frank were in the living room chatting on the sofa while old timey Christmas songs played from the stereo. They even danced to one of the old songs.
Frank was from German stock. He and his wife, as their families before them, used to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve; then receive filled stockings on Christmas day. He was joining us for Christmas, and wanted to give us a gift on Christmas Eve. Mom and I reciprocated and got him a nice bottle of brandy for that present. He gave Memaw a really beautiful bracelet. He gave my Mom a copy of one of her favorite movies on DVD. And then there was my present...
I open the box and saw a silver chain and pendant.
“A necklace.” I was astounded. It was hardly a stretch to give my grandmother jewelry but to give jewelry to his girlfriend’s granddaughter?
Frank said it was his late wife’s. “The family took all the jewelry they wanted but no one wanted this one. It was my wife’s and her mother’s and her grandmother’s and her grandmother’s mother’s. She was wearing it when I met her. I thought it was perfect for a young woman.”
It was quite striking. The chain was elegant and classic. The pendant was almost indescribable. It was a circle of silver which was etched and burnished in a wavy pattern; on the other side was an etching of a figure of a man in an odd uniform.
“It must be quite old then?”
“1815 or thereabouts, my wife had it appraised once. She found out there was a German who made almost a thousand of them so that it’s not really worth anything. That’s probably why the family all turned it down.”
“They were stupid to do that, if you don’t mind me saying so. It’s lovely.” It was too. I couldn’t stop looking at it. I finally tore myself away from being entranced and put it on and it felt comfortable and natural against my chest.
Frank appreciated his brandy and we all had a glass, mom only a small taste because she had to drive them back to their assisted care. It was a wonderful evening and Frank seemed to become part of the family. When my mom took them back I lay down on the couch. It was a nice Christmas Eve, there was even a little Christmas snow falling for a white Christmas. The brandy was having its effect and the world wobbled pleasantly. I saw little dots flit in and out of my peripheral vision, and was starting to realize brandy hits harder than I thought.
I saw one of the little dots had a face. I was able to track it. This was, definitely, not from the brandy. It was pale gold, no more than the size of a firefly, but whenever it came close I could discern the eyes, nose and mouth. It was certainly no insect but a tiny flying person. I would’ve thought I was hallucinating but the next time she (it was a she?!) came close I was hit in the face with powder.
It shut my eyes to keep the dust from blinding me. When I opened them again the small female was still rocketing around the room. I even saw another one in the branches of the Christmas tree and another took flight from the mantle joining its partner in the air.
Not only were there tiny winged people flying around my living room they were becoming bigger. They seemed the size of a small bird then kept growing; they didn’t change shape at all they just grew. Every time they came near I was hit again with their dust and they grew again. The Christmas tree struck me as odd and finally tipped me off to the truth. It was growing as well. Then I felt the couch grow behind me. Everything was growing, or I was shrinking.
My jeans, tight after the large meal felt tight, but they were feeling loose now. My bra felt emptier and my shirt felt bigger. Christ! I was shrinking. I stumbled off of the now oversized sofa, just as my shoes fell off my feet. My jeans were slipping down and the panties underneath felt baggy instead of snug. The new pendant I was wearing seemed to be the only thing that still felt comfortable even though it was undeniably growing as well. I held on to it like a lifeline to normalcy. It grew too big for one hand I still held on. I had to climb out of my pants and up out of my shirt before I was buried in an avalanche of cloth.
The necklaces chain fell around my shoulders, them my waist then off me entirely I could barely wrap my arms around the pendant. Then moments later it was the same size as me, or more accurately I was the same size as it. I seemed to have stopped shrinking. I looked at the pendant and saw the figure on it clearly. It was detailed like a full sized sculpture, like a real person, down to hairs and freckles in pure silver, though it was less than two inches tall. It had a handsome face, rugged and soldiery. Its uniform included even the button holes on the jacket, the cuffs on the trousers and bootlaces.
I saw another flash of gold and powder came down again, this time hitting the silver soldier on the pendant as I lay to its side. I turned and saw the golden winged woman, now quite a bit taller than me, beautiful and stately. I couldn’t register my astonishment about any of this before she walked up to me and stomped hard on my bare foot with what I thought was just a light slipper but was quite hard.
“There! Now you know you’re not dreaming.”
“Fuck!” Jeeze that hurt, “Fuck you lady, what’s your deal?”
“While we are on the subject, I am to be addressed as ‘you’re Majesty.’ I am the queen here and I have summoned you because we have need of your assistance.”
Queen huh? Well, she certainly was imperious but I don’t take orders easily from bitchy people. “You think I’m going to help you after you stamp on my foot and start giving orders.”
“If you believe you have a choice in the matter you are free to leave; but let me remind you that you are just over an inch and a half tall. It is just past midnight, the mice will arrive soon to tear you and us to shreds.”
I stopped whatever exit I was contemplating. I looked around and saw that my jeans were by the couch, my shirt was a little closer, but they seemed like a mountain range made of cloth. I turned towards the Christmas tree which was taller than any skyscraper I’d ever seen. One ornament on the lowest branch was the size of an SUV.
My resolve evaporated “Shit what’s going on? How did this happen?”
“Magic,” the Queen answered. “Give her a drink,” she said to an attendant. It hadn’t occurred to me before that I was surrounded by these technicolored, glowing, winged people; the cranky Queen had been my focus till then. I was brought a drink and the Queen and I were both brought chairs, I sat when she motioned me to.
“Now to tell you what you need to know. The faeries and the mice battle eternally we lose legions and barely keep them at bay. A German inventor aided us at the beginning of the nineteenth century. He gave us arms and even a clockwork general. We were unstoppable, but humans never live long and he grew old and sick. Before he died he cast pendants from silver imbued with our own faerie magic. The general he created could be reborn every Christmas eve so long as a young lady loved it.”
“Many years no ladies wore them, and many years the ladies died in battle, when either happened we were routed.”
“While we suffered the mice multiplied. They made evil alliances; now the spiders are our deadly foes as well. We need the General to fight them off. If we can defeat them tonight we shall be free of battle for a century. The Mouse King hasn’t been killed for nearly that long (the Mouse King’s coronation takes a hundred years).”
“Ok,” I said, “but what am I supposed to do? I’m not a fighter.”
“You will be tonight. You are fighting for your life as much as we are.”
I sat there drinking my tea, which was what the faerie drink resembled most but it did give a warm buzz like alcohol. The Faerie Queen further explained the plan.
“You and the General will take a small squad to fight the mouse king and his elite guard. Meanwhile, my Cavalier will lead the main force against the hoard. We prepare for battle in an hour.”
“Well, am I going to meet this general soon?” I asked. My head was swimming with it all. Talking things over with a faerie queen is fairly surreal. Maybe this general will calm my nerves or at least bring some rationality back to me.
I shouldn’t have hoped for that. The Queen gestured toward the necklace. Its chain was up to my calve and the locket lay on the ground as big as a bed. I walked over to it and looked at the silver figure. It looked back at me.
Well there goes my dream of a return to normalcy. Other faeries were around the locket sprinkling powder around him.
“That stuff supposed to free him?” I asked the one nearest me.
He nodded but continued concentrating on his task.
I turned to the metal man. “Can you talk?”
His mouth tried to open but there was no incision between his lips.
I turned to the faerie again, “Hey! Unweld his mouth, please.”
The faerie took just a pinch of dust and carefully dropped, grain by grain into the recess where his silver lips should part. The lips did come apart gradually and a dry silver tongue snaked over them.
“Drink,” he croaked, it’s the driest I’ve ever heard a voice sound.
I ran and brought him my replenished cup. “Here,” I couldn’t tilt his head up. I poured a small amount into his waiting mouth but he still sputtered most of it.
“Spoon it to him, his head won’t be released for a while.” The Queen said over my shoulder, handing me a spoon. I gave him a spoonful, then another, then another. His silver eyes gained a sparkle and life seemed to come into him.
“Thank you,” he said to me, his voice was strong now, deep toned, with just a hint of scratch still there.
“They’re freeing you it won’t be long. The Queen says we must prepare for battle.”
The silver soldier looked quizzically at me. “Faeries never remember that the way they prepare for battle isn’t the way humans do.”
“What’s that mean?”
“The faeries concept of preparing for battle is the same as their concept of mourning defeat, or celebrating victory, or anything else that they consider an event. It’s bacchanalia and orgy.”
As I was speechless the Queen was indignant, “You mean the human’s still haven’t adopted our ways?” Her tone showed she found this failing of the humans highly unreasonable.
“Your Majesty I only set next to her heart a few hours as a pendant, but I know her well enough to know this isn’t her practice.”
“Human’s are so ridiculous. Why is it that we must rely on them for our salvation?” The Faeries nearby put their faces further to their task so as not to be called on to answer.
The silver man continued speak to me, “Your drink is an aphrodisiac, if you have many more you’d be willing to participate in nearly anything.”
“It’s not as though we demand that you couple with everyone, you simply have to be friendly with your own squad which is rather small. The only requirement is that you two have to join together; but that is simple, she already loves you and never has a general refused his consort.”
“Wait, since when do I love him? And did you just call me a consort?”
“She loves me as a necklace your majesty it’s a sentiment far removed from lust or romance. You’ve been in contact with humans for ten thousand years yet you refuse to learn anything about them.”
“It matters not; neither you, nor she may opt out of the preparation. How could you ask your squad to trust you on the battlefield if you won’t deign to revel with them beforehand? This is not negotiable. My troops’ ways of preparation are to be observed and if we are to succeed they must trust you, both of you. You will not gain their trust in any other way. I have other things to attend to. When you are free, join your squad to prepare.”
She turned on her heel and was away. I hadn’t had a chance to say a single word in protest.
The General had a wrist free and he stretched it. “My apologies Marie, you didn’t ask for any of this. Now you have to go from confusion, to sex with a stranger, to the horrors of the battlefield.”
“Shit,” was my only response.
“Unfortunately for you, I obviously get quite the better deal in terms of sexual partners.” I turned towards him when he said this and saw he had a shy half smile playing across his face. It made him look almost boyish.
“Look, I’m sure you a nice guy; but I just got shrunk, told I have to help kill the king of the mice by the queen of the faeries, right after I fuck a stranger in the middle of an orgy. It hasn’t really put me in the mood, if you know what I mean.”
“I can understand how that would be injurious to your libido,” The silver gentleman said, “I’m sorry, I hope you don’t blame me, but as it must be… I’ll try to do my best to make it alright for you.”
“Have as much of the faerie’s aphrodisiac drink as you like. It will make the situation more palatable to you.”
Shit well it would help and I was becoming resigned to it. “I will, not that you’re ugly or anything it’s just the situation is so weird for me.” I said, resignedly. “Would you like one?”
“Yes please, not that I need it to be aroused by you, but a lady shouldn’t have to drink alone.”
I brought drinks for us. I had to spoon the glass to him while the faeries worked to release his head, neck, and torso. One arm was already free.
“I wasn’t planning on having any sex any time soon. It’s only been a month since I broke up with my boyfriend. Well, since I was dumped.”
“I know. It’s the one advantage of being a necklace lying against a pretty girl’s chest. You get to know her heart even if it is for only four or five hours.”
“I don’t think you meant that as a cheesy line and that makes it even weirder.”
“You’re having a surreal night.”
The faeries had released his neck and back so he was able to drink the next glass himself. I admit that I wasn’t feeling uncontrollably horny. I still didn’t particularly want to participate in an orgy. But I was calmer. The drink made my tension fall away from me. So did talking to him. I forgot that he was my necklace. I forgot that he was silver. I even forgot that I was naked and he was in his uniform. The General was quite good at calming me down.
Then, a minute or so later, I glanced at him and I ached, the aphrodisiac part of the drink came on strong. It wasn’t that he was unattractive; he was someone any girl would notice. His face was handsome with the classic strong jaw. He was broad in the chest and shoulders and slender at the waist. Now that his arms were free I could see they were thick and muscular as well. The drink just put me in the mood to notice these things.
He noticed my distraction, I must’ve not responded to something he said. I hoped I wasn’t caught ogling.
“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
“Nothing much, it hit you hard didn’t it?” he nodded to the empty cup.
I blushed, “Yeah; hit me like a truck actually.” I was still embarrassed “Not that I didn’t think you were good looking before, but I had all the other shit on my mind. Now I’m ramped up whenever I look at you.”
I noticed it wasn’t just my mind that was reacting, my nipples were standing out proudly and I could feel myself getting wetter. My skin tingled with pleasant warmth.
“I can honestly say likewise. Granted, you’ve been naked the whole time too.”
“Should we have another?” I asked mischievously, I was starting to feel fairly naughty.
“There are no negative effects and the feelings will last till your final orgasm and leave your mind clear afterward. I would love to get more enticed with you.”
I got two more glasses for us. I sat very close to him and let my breast brush against his chest. The metal on his uniform had taken on the effect of fabric and teased my nipple while I teased him. He sipped once and put the cup down. He ran his fingertips up my wrist which gave me delicious shivers. His silver hand was warm and smooth. I could barely wait to feel the rest of him. I bit my lip in anticipation.
His fingers drifted over my ribs tickling them. His other hand ran through my hair while he gazed into my eyes. His eyes were silver on silver, and they seemed to bore into me. He drew my face to his and kissed me gently. My lips yielded against his solid ones and my mouth opened unconsciously and our tongues intertwined.
My breath was taken away, he was so completely solid. I felt powerless next to him but rather than making me nervous, I was thrilled and surrendered to him.
I squirmed over his lap, while our mouths were locked together. My hips ground against him, my pussy crushed itself against a statue-like crotch. His hand slid up to cup my breasts. I moaned and thrust at him even more. My hand slid down his jacket to his pants. I had such a need to feel him.
“Shit!” I said. His clothes hadn’t been faerie dusted, so were still welded to him.
“Shit.” He echoed. He looked around and saw the faeries waiting patiently so they could continue their work. We had delayed them in their job of freeing the silver man.
“It should only take a minute or two to finish releasing you General. If we may proceed?” Their leader stated.
The General nodded to the faerie then looked bashfully at me.
Another glowing figure approached us. He stopped, bowed, and addressed the silver general.
“General, the revels will take place over there” He pointed to the clearing under the coffee table. “Your consorts clothing has been removed by a team to under the full-sized humans’ large chair, so that her mother’s suspicions won’t be aroused.”
My mother; She must be coming home at any moment. She’ll think I simply went to bed as it must be after one a.m. now. So much has happened in just over an hour. How much more will happen in the hours before dawn? An orgy and a battle; the former I was now strongly yearning for, and the latter didn’t terrify me as much as it should. The sexuality I felt coursing through me seemed to strangely focus my mind.
Obviously the work of the aphrodisiac drink.
The messenger continued, “The battle will occur on the main floor. Your squad shall move amongst the humans’ presents toward the tree’s trunk. That is the Mouse King’s encampment.”
“You will meet your squad in the revels. They are the Black-glowing Guard. So you can identify them. The Queen also insists that you and your consort meet with her before setting off for the fight.”
“Understood, my thanks for the information,” the General replied.
The messenger clicked his heels, bowed again, turned sharply, and strode quickly away.
The leader of the Faerie workers came forward lending a hand to helping the General out of the charm. He stood stiffly while the faerie patted him down with dust, making his metal clothes more cloth-like, or at least more chainmail-like.
The General helped himself to a handful of the dust and unwelded the silver clothing from his silver skin.
He turned back to me self consciously and expectantly. Once again he looked nearly boyish, as though he thought I wouldn’t be pleased with him now that I saw him standing.
I reassured him by standing on tip-toes to kiss him deeply. He reacted by sweeping my up by my hips to return the kiss.
“Let’s go I can’t wait much longer for you,” he told me.
“Now that you can remove your clothes I can’t wait either,” was my reply.
He put me down and we headed swiftly toward the revelry.
The underside of the coffee table glowed with hundreds of colors as illuminated pulses flew across the air. You could see faeries coupling midflight as well as on the floor. A pink glowing pixie-ish woman rode in the lap of an enormous buff brown faerie. Two male blue faeries were on either end of a very pleased peach glowing woman.
Glasses of aphrodisiac were on stands everywhere. I took a glass just to calm my nerves.
“Come on,” said the General nodding toward the outskirts. We walked out of the swirling rainbow towards several splotches of undiluted colors. We first passed a maroon shining group containing no women at all, the all male group were in a wonton sexual embrace, and then we passed an orange group of women engaged in a sprawling Sapphic tangle.
Soon we came upon a solemn black faerie group. They didn’t glow; so much as they seemed to remove all the light around them. Each man was paired with a woman and they fucked with intense but silent passion.
The General released my hand and walked to the first pair, he kissed the woman’s lips firmly then whispered, “Luck in battle, comrade.” Then he kissed the man’s cheek, grasped his shoulder, and said the same to him.
As he walked to the next couple, I walked to the first. I kissed the woman on the mouth, pausing only a second as her tongue shot lightning fast to touch mine.
“Good luck tonight, friend.”
She moaned a high pitch cry of delight then nodded to me. I pressed up against her partner, who could have been night solidified and kissed him.
“May you fight well.”
His eyes opened and he stared at me, black irises and pupils, even the whites of his eyes were black. He nodded acknowledgement to me too. His hand slid over my hip before he returned his attention fully to his partner.
I went to the next pair who favored a slow but aggressive doggy style, as so many of the squad favored. I kissed the woman and man and wished them luck and received a confirming nod in response.
I followed the General from couple to couple. Fifteen pairs in all, acknowledging each sensually and solemnly. The General wasn’t as free or close to the men as he was with the women. I, in my state, was equally friendly to both. Occasionally I was caressed; if the squad mate was in the throes of ecstasy and I was happy to share that moment with them. The Black Guards were already my band of brothers and sisters. This was, truly, preparation for battle.
After the last couple I went to the General who opened his arms in invitation to me. I was fighting back tears.
“Not all of us will make it back.”
He nodded, “That’s why there is only now for this. Why it’s so important to them.”
I kissed him. It was important to us too.
I melted into him, my naked body pressed into his. He held me as the passion built. We both worked hastily to remove his clothes. He shone when naked, he was burnished and polished. I kissed him again and he laid me on the floor. My hands stroked over his chest as his leg pressed between my legs, opening them. My cleft ground against his thigh and I was getting wetter and wetter. My hand slid down and found his cock, which made us both moan. He wasn’t only larger than I expected, it was literally unyielding.
“Take me,” I said. “Please, fuck me.”
He lay on top of me looking into my eyes; the tip of his cock teased the entrance of my cunt. He firmly pushed into me till he filled me. My head swam; the metal erection in me could have torn right through me, but I had total trust in the General and that let me give in to the sweet feeling of my own powerlessness.
He drove himself in again; pushing further. The base of his prick pressed the head of my clit, which, wound up as I was, triggered my orgasm. He thrust again and again; I was lost in the feeling. I moaned loudly and he kissed me. Our tongues danced.
As we kissed I continued to ride the crest of orgasm. I lost all sense of everything but his relentless thrusting and grinding against my clit, his roaming, and our everlasting kiss.
When my mind cleared I found myself looking right into his eyes. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. I was completely off the floor as he pounded deep into my cunny.
I smiled, “That was an excellent orgasm.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” He smiled back at me.
“Here, sit down, I’ll go on top.”
He grunted his assent and I was put down. He sat and I turned away from him putting my leg over him and mounting him in reverse (reverse cowgirl; that is).
He lined his prick up with my still soaked and tingly pussy and I slid onto him. That felt delectable. He moaned as I shallowly bounced on him. I slowly gained speed and was soon sliding up and down on the thick cock.
He pulled me back against him cupping my breasts. It felt like a tight steel sheet over my tits. Then he pinched my nipple making me squeal and close my eyes in pleasure. I slammed into him; forcing his cock into my tight channel, while he moaned and kissed the back of my neck…
… And someone kissed my lips. My eyes flew open, the onyx face of a female guard smiled slightly.
“Good luck in battle, Consort,” she said. Then she went behind me and said, “Luck in battle, General.”
A male squad member kissed me next. He looked me solemnly in the eyes and told me they’d protect us to the last, for the mission. He went to say the same to the metal man fucking me.
Some were more serious, some were friendlier. I lost track of how many cupped my breast while kissing me, men and women both. At least a dozen were groped by me as I rode the General’s silver cock to another delicious cum.
The General held out till the squad finished returning their vows to us. Then he pulled me down, pushing himself deep into me and came. His too solid prick pulsed as he emptied himself into my womb. He kept whispering “Marie” into my ear with each spasm of his erection.
We held each other and didn’t let go till it was time for him to dress to meet with the Queen.
He was able to make himself presentable. I, of course, had no access to a mirror so I must have looked like I was fucked hard on the ground, which was true. I almost felt self conscious but the General kissed me and pulled my body against his. I stopped caring whether I was presentable for anybody. I almost stripped him down again but he broke away saying it was time to go.
He put his arm around my waist and we walked through the continuing orgy. Though I thought I was sated sexually, I felt my nipples harden as I saw the beautiful faeries intertwining in a myriad of combinations and colors wherever I looked.
The Queen was easy to find. She glowed brighter than any others and was the sole golden faerie. She was lying on a divan attended by a young man who glowed pure white. By ‘attended,’ I mean that she was gripping his hair and shoving her pussy on his tongue. She let out an ear piercing shriek as she came, and slumped down in her chair momentarily. She lazily stroked the man’s long snow white hair.
The General gave a polite throat clearing to announce us. The Queen looked up, inspected us, and smiled.
“It appears, you have ‘prepared’ well.”
The General and I simply nodded.
“Cavalier, meet the General and his consort.” She motioned to the young white glowing man who disappeared from next to the Queen’s chair and reappeared right before us. He looked like he was carved from marble, except his eyes were solid gold but for black pupils.
His long hair swayed back and forth constantly. He reminded me of an anime character, a wry smile and an almost androgynous air, almost... He was, after all, naked, quite well endowed, and very hard.
He caught me glancing down; he fixed his eyes to mine which made me blush. He flashed again. I felt him right behind me; I felt his breath on my neck.
“It’s a pleasure, my dear.” He said in a buttery voice. I felt his fingertips trace down my ribcage and his member pressed against my ass-cheek.
“Pardon Cavalier,” said the General with restrained anger, “but I am the jealous type.”
The white faerie wasn’t behind me anymore but back in front of us. “Oh?” he replied, “My apologies, I had hoped you’d be willing to share.
The General looked murderous.
“Apparently not… In that case I’ll respect that, General. The two of you first need to fit in with your crew. These attendants will see to that, while I go talk to the last reconnaissance party. I shall return directly.”
The Cavalier disappeared.
The attendants he motioned came toward us. Three went to the General with black stones and three came to me carrying a black trunk.
The three with the rocks immediately began rubbing them against the General making the silver on him to tarnish and darken both his silver clothes and his skin. It made sense; it wouldn’t be wise to send a shiny metal figure on a stealth mission.
The three attendants for me hurriedly fitted me with black clothing. Black pants similar to yoga pants but for my current size, a black shirt with turtleneck. They gave me black silk gloves and fitted me into black slippers that seemed soft and light except that the toe was rock hard. Then I was given a long head scarf to hide my face and hair. I felt like a silky ninja and a fairly ridiculous.
The General and I were now nearly as black as the guards we’d be joining.
The Cavalier returned and told us where the Mouse King was last seen and where the enemy’s patrols ran. He showed us cases for our squad each contained long Japanese style samurai swords, all black with black blades. The squad took their weapons, and the Cavalier presented the General with an all black saber, and then presented me with a long, thin stiletto knife in black for my use.
“I preferred your attire before Consort,” He said before looking at the General who glared. I snuck another look at his naked form and he had remained turgid. “The Queen and I must prepare a little longer before the main battle. You must leave now to slip into the shadows and strike the enemy. He flashed back to the Queen’s side, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. Her hand encircled his cock and she smiled as we turned to go.
We made our way to the darkest part of the room following the directions we were given. The squad darted from shadow to shadow, while I sprinted to keep up. We saw the enemy patrols mice or spiders scurrying, looking for intruders, always ready to pounce. What patrols we couldn’t avoid were dispatched with daggers by the squad’s women, who all moved with blinding speed and absolute silence.
We reached the tree undetected and heard the battle cries begin. Even from a distance you could see the faeries glow as they fought the vermin. The Cavalier bounced from one area to another; I could see his glowing figure with a long white sword in each hand as he killed rodent and arachnid alike. Then we turned and headed into the forest of gifts under the canopy of plastic tree branches.
It was only a matter of time before we were spotted. The General was able to silence a mouse before it made any call of alarm. Not two minutes later a hairy spider pounced upon a faerie woman and ravaged her before another could destroy the beast, luckily though she could keep up with the group, though she hobbled along in silent pain.
We proceeded quite a bit further before we were set upon by a cadre of three mice and two spindly-legged spiders. Two of the mice sprang on the back of one of our guards, killing him as they sank their teeth down into his neck. In the confusion one of the spiders broke through to me and clamped its fangs into my arm. The General was beside me to dispatch it before it could rip my arm off. The others killed the mice and spider taking only scrapes. My arm ached but I determinedly kept up with the group.
We got to the main camp and saw the Mouse King’s elite guard, huge creatures with teeth hones to daggers and claws browned by the blood of many battles. The Mouse King was in the middle of them, big as a weasel; with teeth as long as the swords our crew held and claws were the size of the dagger I was given, not to mention its whip-like tail.
We signaled to each other silently we flowed as close as we could get then the General gave the signal and we darted to the open to fight.
We ran in a column trying to pierce their defenses to reach the King. The Mouse guards moved quickly though cutting most of the crew from getting further while the first ones fell before they could strike at their target.
The result was a mess of faeries and mice battling as disorderly as possible. They tripped over friend and foe while they parried and struck. My courage at its height, I engaged a huge mouse unassisted. It knocked me down and sank its teeth into my already injured left arm; my knife was in my right hand though and I drove the blade into the creature’s throat.
The mice were unable to hurt the General and he killed three before seeing me prone under the dead mouse.
He unpinned me and told me firmly, “Stay here and stay safe.” Then he ran back into the fight, breaking through to circle the King while its guards fended off the Black squad.
The General’s saber struck only air while the King’s claws continuously scored scratches in the metal of the silver uniform. The King wouldn’t overextend to try and bite while the General’s sword was in play, but instead clawed at the much smaller opponent.
I struggled to my feet, determined to get back into the fray, no matter what the General ordered. I hobbled a bit my left arm was useless but I gripped the stiletto and shuffled quickly towards them, unnoticed by the other combatants.
The Mouse King’s claw tore into the General’s cheek knocking him sideways. Its tail wrapped around the man’s torso and brought him down.
It raised its head ready to sink its teeth into the metal chest, when my foot hit its mouth. I was surprise as it was that I could accomplish an inelegant but effective flying kick, I brought down my knife into the base of its tail before it could recover its senses, freeing the General.
The Mouse King pounced on me and I felt its sword-like teeth bite into my leg. I screamed and looked down at my nemesis right as its head was removed by the General’s sharp, black saber.
Almost instantly the mice fighting our squad scampered away and we heard the mice signal retreat to their troops on the field. The spiders disappeared into whichever corners they came from.
We were the victors or so I realized later. At the moment I was concerned with my leg being half bitten off, and all the adrenaline I had been running on was fading.
The surviving faeries bound my wounds and salved them with their magic dust. I was no longer bleeding, and I was able to limp even though my leg ached and my arm muscles were tight.
The General had me lean on his shoulder as we headed back toward the coffee table. His cheek was scarred and his uniform was scratched and gouged, but he wasn’t visibly affected by his injuries.
“Are you hurt?” I asked him.
“My cheek itches, but I’m fine. How are you doing?”
“Peachy,” I said sarcastically, “Actually all things considered I’m not doing too badly. The stuff the faeries put on me is killing the pain and I’m not bleeding anymore. How many did we lose?”
“In our squad, seventeen out of the thirty fell, another five were injured. On the main battlefield it appears we have held our own.”
We arrived under the coffee table to solemn music. Pink medics still flitted about healing the injured. A pretty one landed before me and instantly went to work with different dusts at my leg; another soon landed to look at my arm; he saw it was recovering well enough and flew off again. The General stood by
my side with the healer and when I was able to walk unassisted we went to our comrades.
The Queen addressed the gathered faeries: “The dead will be entombed in our forest just after dawn. Those of the Black Guard will be honored highest of all. Tonight, though, we honor that we are alive. So tomorrow we admire our lost friends, now we revel in our victory.” She signaled the music and glasses appeared in all hands.
The music became lively and the Black faeries sprang to their feet. They danced like Cossacks kicking out their feet impossibly in time with the fast tempo.
I’ll admit the Queen’s words didn’t put me in the mood for a party but after seeing my squad, who had lost so many, dance; I smiled and drank which made me glow with quiet happiness. I held the General’s hand as we watched the Black Guards’ acrobatic leaps and kicks. The song ended to cheering roars and wild applause.
The Queen’s messenger called for us and we went to her and the Cavalier. The Queen went to thank the General by kissing him firmly on the lips. She pressed her body against his and ground her hips.
“Hey!” I said, “Back off.”
She stopped to smirk at me. “This is my way of thanking him for his bravery, girl. You shouldn’t trouble yourself about it.”
“The Cavalier did fine in battle, even from where I was I could see that. Why don’t you kiss him and leave the General to me?”
As if summoned I felt the white faerie flash into existence centimeters behind me. “Why thank you consort,” he whispered softly into my ear. “It’s always nice to have my contribution acknowledged by a beautiful woman.” I could feel his naked hard-on again pressed against my ass.
As I was distracted, lips met mine. My eyes flew open wide; the Queen was kissing me as passionately as she had the General. A thrill shot through me and was about to reciprocate when a voice spoke:
“As I’ve mentioned before I am the jealous type.” The General’s gruff voice said.
The Queen turned to him, “I have the girl to thank as much as you General.”
“Your Majesty it’s more likely that they haven’t had any time to kiss each other since returning from battle.” The Cavalier theorized.
“He has a point, your Majesty. Give me a few more drinks and some alone time with the General, then we will be much more appreciative of that thank you kiss.”
She smiled at me and magically refilled our glasses “an extra special one for you two.” The two faeries flew off to join the festivities elsewhere.
I went to the General and kissed him. He responded but didn’t smile. “Cheers” I said. “We lived and we were victorious.” I drank but he didn’t. I was getting concerned “what’s up?”
“This is all we have together and morning isn’t too far away.”
“That’s why what we do now is so important.” I kissed his scarred cheek. “Let’s spend the time together being happy not sad.”
He nodded then smiled weakly. He raised his glass and clinked mine, “To tonight.” We drank deeply.
He pulled me to him and kissed me. I could feel his erection at my hip. The wonderful feeling of powerlessness washed over me and I surrendered to it. He lifted me up and my legs went around his waist. Our clothed crotches rubbed together making each of us want the other more. He whispered my name in between greedy kisses.
“Marie, I want you so badly.”
“You have me. Take me.”
He kissed me and lowered me down. His hand came down and tore the black shirt away from me, the faerie cloth was fragile and I stood topless before him. He knelt before me and took my nipple in his mouth. My legs shook as his tongue teased me. Our last encounter was so aphrodisiac fueled; we didn’t take any time for oral pleasure.
I moaned as he sucked and kissed my boobs I had to hold his head to stay upright. Then he pulled my pants down my hips, and started kissing down my belly. I shook in anticipation as his mouth descended.
The General’s lips kissed over my pussy and his tongue darted out. I placed my leg over his shoulder. I needed him for stability. He licked through the furrow passing through the light hair at the top. He then settled into tonguing my clit. His fingers slid into my dripping pussy smoothly and curled to hit the most sensitive spots. More ripples of pleasure flowed over me and I dug my fingers into his hair. I held his head there while his lovely tongue and fingers brought me to climax. I came and collapsed while he licked my juices. Then gently lay me down.
He stood over me and disrobed. He knelt and kissed me softly. I said “That was so nice, so good.” He smiled and kissed me again. I felt his hard prick brush against my side. His arousal recharged me and I flicked my hand out and caught his erection. God, I wanted it in me. I looked up at him over me and stroked him. He was lost in pleasure.
I moved closer and kissed the top. I licked the seamless metal from base to tip once, twice, a few more times. He moaned softly, I looked up at him and put the head in my mouth and let my tongue swirl around it. Since it was unmovable I could only bob my head a little way down his shaft, but I was rewarded with a long moan.
“Do you wanna fuck me now, General?” I asked looking up at him and giving his cock another long lick.
He leaned down and kissed me.
“I want you more than ever, Marie.” My hand gripped his cock and I guided him to my opening. The metal head pressed against the opening then slipped inside.
I hissed out a “Yes!” as he slid fully in and the base of his hard-on mashed my clit. He was more aggressive this time and I could feel his need. He pinched my nipples and fucked me steadily; I bucked my hips up to meet his thrusts.
I felt so connected to him more so now than before. This time was about release not preparation. He pounded me with abandon and I pushed as hard as I could back at him. He slid wonderfully deep.
I was on the brink of orgasm, while he relentlessly thrust into me and ground against my clit. I gripped his head and pulled his lips to mine. I almost screamed in his mouth when I went over the edge. He was not far behind me and as I clenched and spasmed around him he orgasmed himself. He fell on me in a heap and kissed my neck while we panted.
We sat up and I handed his glass to him and sipped mine. The drink was rejuvenating and reinvigorating. It also made my head just the tiniest bit fuzzy.
I looked at him we were both smiling. “Come on lets go find our squad and thank them in the correct faerie way.”
He smiled oddly, “You’re becoming accustomed to this aren’t you?”
“Well, maybe. The Mouse King is dead. The Queen says it takes a century for the coronation of a new one. So every Christmas Eve for my lifetime I’ll have the necklace and might want to shrink down to spend the night with you and the faeries.
“I’d certainly like that; and friends of the faeries certainly live charmed lives.”
“Come on,” I said getting up. “The Queen wants to thank you as I’m sure many other ladies do.”
“As the Cavalier wants you.” He responded.
“I never would have guessed,” I smiled. “If I want him I’ll wait till you’re sufficiently distracted.”
He continued “and that little pink medic faerie, she wanted you too.”
“I might have a bit of fun. Seeing as it’s Christmas and this aphrodisiac is flowing.”
He put his hand on my hip and we walked toward the swirling colored lights.
It gets foggy there I must’ve orgasmed seven more times, but I only have flashes of memories:
Black faces kissing me, a pink girl’s face distorted in pleasure, the Cavalier’s white chest pressed to my face, a sensual three-way kiss with the Queen, the General and myself.
All the orgasms roll together into darkness.
I awoke at eight a.m. I was rested which should have been impossible as I could only have gotten four hours of sleep at most. I was in my bed, where I must have been delivered, and I was full size (the physics of which I could never guess in a million years).
I went to put on pajamas I found a large mostly healed cut on my leg and another on my left arm. As well as a spider bite on my left arm also mostly healed. I dressed and went to the living room. Mom wasn’t awake yet. My clothes were under the couch like the faerie messenger had said. So was the chain and locket. My General was in his place but seemed darker from where the faerie attendants had tarnished his clothes, and he had a small scratch on his cheek too.
I made coffee and woke Mom with a “Merry Christmas.” She said that I must’ve gone to bed before she got home. She said she kept dreaming she heard odd noises from the living room.
“That is pretty strange Mom.”
We opened presents and I got dressed and went to get Memaw and Frank for Christmas lunch. The snow from last night had settled and made everything look picturesque and Christmassy. When I got to their place I saw a man in an army uniform sitting with them. He had short black hair and coppery skin.
Frank saw me and greeted me warmly, “Marie! Merry Christmas! Look here. This is my nephew, Elias. He came to visit me today.” He turned; he was quite a good looking man, mid twenties, strong chin and piercing grey eyes.
Elias introduced himself and said he’d spent Christmas Eve with his folks and being of German extraction exchanged presents then. He came down to wish his Uncle Frank and his new girlfriend a merry Christmas.
“That’s lovely,” I told him. “Do you have to rush back to your family or would you like to have lunch with us?”
“I’d love to, if I won’t be a burden.” His eyes glinted as he smiled at me and I liked his gravelly voice.
“We’ll have plenty of food General.” I smiled back at him.
“It’s actually Specialist and as of New Years I’m honorably discharged. I’m going to go to state in January.”
“Marie goes to state,” Memaw said.
“I do, I’ll have to show you around.”
We went to the car and listened to Christmas music on the way back to the house. Frank sang all the wrong lyrics. When we arrived Elias was charming to mom. Over lunch he did notice the necklace around my neck, he told me that somewhere back on his mom’s side (Frank’s late wife’s baby sister) they were related to the maker.
“Crazy old coot apparently believed in magic and all sorts of stuff, but he was talented. It’s beautiful, especially on you.” I did catch that he wasn’t looking at the necklace any more but used it as an excuse to look at my chest.
All in all, I was quite looking forward to seeing him again at school.
The next Christmas Eve I did wear the necklace and I did shrink again, and I reveled. The General and the Cavalier looked more like Elias than I thought they did the previous year, or maybe I remembered them wrong. Most likely I was seeing Elias in them.
The next morning when Elias asked for my hand and I accepted.
I didn’t return every year, one Christmas I was pregnant and refused to risk what shrinking or faerie drinks might do to my and Elias’s child; I stopped entirely in my sixties. The unchanged beauty of the Queen and court and my General depressed me too much.
I’ll be dead before a new Mouse King is crowned. My young granddaughter may have a daughter. The necklace will go to her.
I hope her Christmases will be as exciting as mine have been.
I hope yours are as well, dear reader.
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