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Fairy Tail
by Dream Weaver (elle.eff1981@gmail.com)

***

Billy is reunited with his lost love, but there's a 
complication... She's not quite human. (MF, rom, 
fantasy)

***

Author's note: Thanks to Ginevra for helping with the 
accent.

***

In this world there are three types of people. The most 
common are the lay people. Heavily influenced by those 
around them, they have dreams and wishes but many of 
them are never realized.

Then you have the businessmen, those entrepreneurs who 
see the world as something to gain from, be it money or 
power or even just friends. They have something to gain 
and go get it, no matter who they have to step on along 
the way.

Lastly you have the naturists, the empaths. They 
usually have their own dreams but are more conscious of 
the impact they have on their environment, be it in 
nature or the people around them. They CAN get what 
they want out of life, but never hurt someone to get it 
if they can help it.

William Shore was one of these.

William, or Billy to his friends, was a very simple 
person. He wanted someone to spend his life with, a 
companion on the long and winding road. That search led 
him to Cecelia, the first true love of his life. They 
met while she was protesting against cutting down yet 
another swatch of forest to put up a parking lot.

It was love at first sight for Billy. He watched for a 
few minutes as she stood there, chained to the thickest 
tree in the lot. He stood there watching, his eyes 
travelling over her lustrous hair, as red as a living 
flame, to her eyes the colour of emeralds. In those 
eyes he saw a purity of purpose he had never seen in 
anyone else before or since. There was a caring there, 
not only for the goal in mind, but for the world 
itself. 

That was all it took. He was hooked.

Some people in the crowd of construction workers poised 
to cut down the trees were starting to get irritated at 
the lack of progress. One of them saw her as the 
obstacle directly in their way and started throwing 
stones at her in a vain attempt to scare her off. One 
glanced off of her temple, knocking her unconscious.

Billy saw this and leaped into action the only way he 
knew how. He jumped in front of the Cecelia's prone 
form keeping the workers, whether they thought to make 
sure she wasn't injured too badly or simply to pull her 
out of the way and start working, away from her and 
shouted at them.

"How can you do this?" he yelled. "Can't you people see 
that hurting her isn't going to get your work done? Why 
don't you try negotiating instead of resorting to 
violence?"

Cecelia came to as he was pleading with them and 
realized that he had saved if not her life then at 
least her self respect. Sure he wasn't wearing highly 
polished armour, nor was he tall or particularly dark. 
Still, she had to admit that he was a real gentleman, 
someone willing to throw himself in front of a complete 
stranger when she was in need.

That was all it took. She was hooked.

The foreman and Cecelia spoke at length with Billy 
acting as a negotiator. In the end they settled on 
making part of the area into a parking lot while 
preserving at least half of the trees for 'decoration' 
to please both the landowners and the naturists.

Billy and Cecelia's relationship soon blossomed and 
they were happy together for a great five years before 
it came to an end. She had chained herself to another 
tree to halt the 'evil corporate machine' and was in 
the middle of an impassioned speech she had written 
with Billy, saying that a balance between nature and 
progress not only could be maintained, but should be as 
well.

Unfortunately she never had a chance to finish as a 
large earthquake hit. The tree she was chained to 
toppled over and started rolling down the hill, Billy 
running after it in a futile attempt to save the young 
woman's life. She was dead before the second turn.

The loss of Cecelia and her positive influence on the 
world around her was devastating to Billy. He spent a 
lot of time in bed feeling alternately depressed at 
being truly alone for the first time since he met her 
and angry at the world for taking her away from him in 
such a violently ironic way.

Eventually he returned to his environmental work. It 
was what he really loved doing. After all, it came 
easily to him and he felt alive when he was on the 
picket line, fighting for what he believed in, for what 
Cecelia had believed in.

It wasn't even that difficult to be there without 
Cecelia because he felt a presence with him wherever he 
went. Sometimes it was just a warm feeling, as if she 
approved of what he was doing, other times it was as it 
he had her hand on his shoulder, supporting him during 
a particularly long or arduous meeting. Assuming this 
was Cecelia's spirit, he went on with his work in her 
name and did more good for the environment then ever 
before.

It wasn't long before he was sought out by various 
environmental groups for his skills at negotiating. He 
always seemed to know exactly what to say to get the 
suits to agree to a compromise, almost as if someone 
was whispering what he should say in his ear.

That's how he got the job in Louisiana. Some company 
was trying to clear out a large section of bayou to 
build their fifth factory in the state. Most of the 
people were against it and they called Billy in to get 
them to move it elsewhere.

*

As he got off the plane from New York he was met by 
Francine Autin, the Greenpeace spokesperson for the 
state.

"Welcome to Louisiana, Mr. Shore," she said in a slow, 
thick Cajun drawl. "How your trip go?"

"I'll tell you when my stomach catches up to me," Billy 
replied with a forced laugh. He wasn't fond of planes 
and indeed would have preferred to have taken the train 
if he could have, but time was too often of the essence 
in his line of work.

Francine smiled and led him to her car. As they drove 
to his hotel she explained the history of the company 
and the many run-ins they've had. They had been slowly 
building over the lush swamplands for years causing the 
wildlife to migrate into other parts of the swamp which 
in turn had caused more animal-related accidents. As 
Francine finished her expiation the car pulled to a 
stop.

"Looks like we're 'ere, Mr. Shore," she said, opening 
the door. "We got a hard day ahead of us, but there's 
no reason you can't have a little fun before you get 
some rest. What you say, cher?"

Billy became inexplicably nervous at this. No one had 
hit on him since high school. It was flattering in its 
own way, but he had to refuse.

It wasn't because she was older then he by over a 
decade. It wasn't because she was unattractive; in fact 
many people thought her dark hair and lithe form were 
very attractive. It wasn't even because the presence 
that had been a background to his life for so long was 
giving what would be best described as a feeling of 
distaste.

It was simply because he still loved Cecelia. He still 
saw what Francine had suggested to him as cheating.

He mumbled some lame excuse and ran into the hotel 
leaving a stunned and hurt Francine in the dust. Even 
though she knew about his commitment to his late love, 
she couldn't help but feel like she had said or done 
something wrong. She got in her car and drove slowly 
home, rejected and alone.

Billy checked himself in and was up in his Hotel room 
on the third floor in record time. He hung the 'Do Not 
Disturb' sign on the door and fell onto the bed, still 
completely clothed. His nerves over his flight, not to 
mention being hit on, had caught up to him. He was so 
intent on the wood-patterned tiles on the ceiling that 
he didn't even realize when he had fallen asleep.

"Billy..." the voice came, softly at first, barely 
enough to grab his attention.

"Billy..." There it was again. Billy sat up on the bed 
and was immediately stricken by the change in the room. 
A thick yet transparent mist billowed around him. The 
ceiling was a lush canopy and the floor was a series of 
crossed branches, as if the thick trees making up the 
walls were reaching out to embrace each other.

"Billy..." The voice came again and Billy looked toward 
the source. There was a soft, reddish glow coming from 
where the door to the room should have been. There was 
a warm, familiar quality to the glow. 

Billy had to think a moment before he was able to place 
it. It was the presence he had felt with him for so 
long.

Billy's breath caught in his throat as he focused on 
the light floating before him. As he watched he saw the 
form he had come to know so well materialize before 
him. Her hair flowed wild around her shoulders and she 
wore a floor-length gown which flattered her slightly 
plus-sized form, parted at one side to let her 
voluptuous thigh show through. Her lips were parted 
slightly in the smile she had always given him when she 
had thought he wasn't looking.

"Cecelia..." He breathed. "How can this be? I thought 
you were-"

"I was," she interrupted with an eerie finality. The 
apparition drifted closer. "For a time, anyways. I'm 
sorry that I left you alone for so long. I can't stay 
long; I just wanted to let you know I'm here." She 
kissed him on the cheek leaving only a tingle behind as 
she faded away, the room fading with her. Billy fell 
into a deep sleep, dreaming of being reunited with his 
love again.

*

In a corner of the room there was a potted plant. It 
wasn't large or particularly pretty, but it was there. 
As Billy slept evening fell.

If someone had been there to see it they would have 
seen a faint, red glow nestled among the leaves.

If their mind was open to the possibility they would 
have been able to make out the figure of a tiny female 
body in a beautiful red dress lying in the middle of 
that glow completely exhausted.

A tiny voice could be heard from the spite's body 
saying "Soon, Billy..." as a smile spread across her 
face. It wasn't long at all before her almost silent 
snores would have told the watcher that she had left 
for dreamland.

*

The next day when Billy woke up he recalled the dream 
he had. It was extremely vivid, his cheek still tingled 
where she had kissed him. He disentangled himself from 
the sheets and stumbled to the bathroom. He pulled 
yesterday's cloths of and glanced in the mirror.

He noticed a small, shimmering red mark in the shape of 
lips on the spot where Cecelia had kissed him. He 
raised his fingers to see if it was real, but it 
disintegrated into a light, red dust at his touch. He 
sighed and headed in to the shower. He had a job to do 
and he couldn't afford any distractions.

Once he was clean and dressed he went downstairs to the 
in-hotel restaurant for the 'Continental' breakfast. It 
was pretty bland but at least it kept him full. 
Francine arrived right after breakfast and drove Billy 
to the meeting location. She was silent as they drove 
and this made Billy very uncomfortable.

"Francine," Billy started, feeling responsible for her 
mood. "About yesterday-"

"No need, Mr. Shore," she replied coldly, her jaw 
clenched. "It's fine. Fin, cher." That's all she said 
throughout the entire drive. Billy hated hurting people 
for any reason, but he forced himself to let it go. He 
had to concentrate after all.

*

The first meeting went better than he had expected. Mr. 
Larson, the advocate for the company, had explained 
that the company had felt that it was the only place to 
build that wouldn't have an effect on the local 
population. Mr. Larson had agreed until Billy pointed 
out the effect the displaced animals would have. He 
agreed to at least consider moving the project and to 
bring the new information to his boss.

Feeling elated after his minor victory over the 
Corporate Suits, Billy decided that a little 
celebration wouldn't be out of the question. Hoping she 
wouldn't take his request the wrong way, he asked 
Francine if she'd show him a nice place to have dinner. 
She was taken aback by the request but recovered 
instantly.

"I know just the place to take you, cher," she declared 
as she drove him out of town.

Billy was starting to doubt how good an idea it was by 
the time they pulled up in front of a long shack with a 
faded sign. He couldn't quite make out what it said in 
the light that barely filtered through the trees behind 
him.

They entered the shack, Francine leading, and were 
greeted by a haze of smoke. This caused Billy, who was 
unused to such things, to erupt in a coughing fit, 
bringing gales of laughter from the patrons closest to 
him. Laughing a bit herself, Francine led him to a seat 
near the bar. The young waitress came over to take 
their order before they were even seated.

"File' for both, p'tit," Fran ordered. She looked at 
Billy with a naughty glint in her eye before adding 
"chaud." The waitress smiled evilly at Billy and 
trotted off to get their food. Billy was quite 
uncomfortable sitting there at that moment. He thought 
this must be what a fly caught in a spider's web must 
have felt like.

Thankfully the waitress was back in a flash with two 
bowls of what looked like an extraordinarily dark and 
thick stew. Not knowing what to make of it he looked at 
it as if it was about to bite him. Francine laughed 
lightly at him.

"Go on, cher" she said. "You like it, I promise."

Sceptically, Billy picked up his fork and took a bite. 
Billy's eyes closed as the food seemed to burst with 
flavour in his mouth. He had never tasted anything so 
rich and the flavours seemed to be in perfect harmony. 
As he swallowed his mouth heated up as if he had just 
stuck a candle inside. The burning sensation was too 
much for almost all newcomers to the cabin, but to 
Billy it was just another layer to the meal. He hadn't 
realized how hungry he had been and practically wolfed 
down the rest of his plate.

Francine looked impressed at the way he handled the 
spice and laughed at the waitress' shocked expression 
when he asked for more. The two of them talked about 
themselves for a while, Billy telling her about his 
time with Cecelia and Francine telling him about her 
past.

Francine told him that she had divorced her husband 
when she found out that he was having a fling with his 
blond bimbo of a secretary. He somehow managed to blame 
her for it and her two children, barely into their 
teens, now lived with him and the secretary he had 
married. She had heard about Billy's loss and felt he 
would have been a kindred spirit of sorts.

Billy explained to her that it wasn't her fault, that 
he simply couldn't be with someone right now and she 
understood. He spoke at length about Cecelia, the type 
of person she had been and their relationship. He never 
mentioned the presence he felt or how it was always a 
little nervous around her, as if waiting for the other 
shoe to drop. She agreed that he needed time and told 
him that she hoped he wouldn't take too long. She drove 
him back to his hotel and decided to give him his 
space. As she drove away the presence felt elated. He 
smiled and headed up to his room.

*

When Billy got back to his room there was a gift basket 
full of organic products that had been delivered while 
he was out. There was some fruit, some bath salts, even 
a rose-scented candle. Billy looked at the card 
attached to the basket and smiled as he read it.

'Billy,
I'm sorry I came on so strong
yesterday. Never forget her.
          -F'

Billy felt the presence stir, as if waiting for 
something. He took some of the bath-salts and headed to 
the bathroom, shedding his cloths and his worries along 
the way.

He drew himself a bath and thought about how his day 
had gone. He was taken aback by the simple fact that 
someone had actually found him attractive. It's not 
that he was an ugly person, just average in almost 
every way. The only person who ever admitted that they 
found him at all attractive was Cecelia, and he felt a 
little guilty that he didn't feel the same way about 
Francine.

Billy got in as the room filled with steam from the hot 
bathwater. The presence gave a nervous feeling as Billy 
noticed a red glow just at the limit of his vision. 
Thinking that he had fallen asleep and was dreaming 
about his love again, he only smiled when he heard her 
voice say, "Just close your eyes and let me take care 
of you."

He sighed as he felt the salts doing their work on his 
muscles, working their way around his chest and side 
like tiny little fingers. He closed his eyes and 
sighed, luxuriating in the tingling sensation as it 
spread across his shoulders. This had to be one of the 
best massages he'd ever received.

The fingers stopped suddenly and Billy saw the red 
light of the presence floating before him. He looked 
closely and saw the small yet plus-sized form he had 
burnt in his memory come into being before him. She was 
no larger then his hand and he noticed that she had 
sparkling wings, not unlike a dragonfly's, with tiny 
gemstones and silver veins running through them. She 
smiled and winked at him, her giggle tinkling like wind 
chimes in his ear.

"C-Cecelia?" The sprightly figure nodded, flying over 
to Billy landing gently on his shoulder. She kissed him 
sweetly on the earlobe and whispered to him softly.

"I'll be by the plant when you're done, my brave 
knight." He reddened, thinking that he hadn't heard her 
old nickname for him since... well, in a while anyways. 
She giggled again and flew off, a broad smile spread 
across her translucent features.

Billy quickly washed himself and dried off, almost 
slipping as he ran out of the tiled washroom in his 
haste to see his love again. He ran over to the plant 
and noticed a red glow on one of the leaves. He looked 
closer and saw her lounging in her little red dress, 
just smiling up at him.

"Cecelia," Billy said hesitantly. "Can I ask you 
something?" Cecelia turned her small face to him, a 
cheerful smile spread across it.

"Anything, sweetheart," she breathed.

"Not long after you... I lost you, I thought I could 
feel a sort of... presence, supporting me in everything 
I did. Was that you, princess?" Pride and guilt warred 
on her face. She sat up and crossed her legs in the way 
she always did when she was thinking something very 
serious. She took a deep breath.

"Well, actually it was," she explained. "I wasn't 
strong enough yet to make any real contact, so I used a 
spell to sort of send you my emotions." Billy nodded, a 
smile spreading across his face.

"So, what happened to you since then?" Billy had always 
wanted to know everything about her. It was one of the 
things she loved about him.

"Well, the tree that fell down was a sort of summer-
home for a faerie, someone powerful in their world." 
Billy nodded, not completely understanding. "She had 
actually just lost someone she loved as well. When she 
saw the devastation it caused you she was able to pull 
my spirit from my dying body and placed it in a Spirit-
Pod-"

"Spirit-Pod?" Billy interrupted, clearly confused.

"It's kind of like a wooden cocoon," Cecelia explained. 
"They use it to transfer a soul into a new body, 
usually from someone who was mortally wounded. The way 
she explained it was that it makes a copy of the 
genetic code of a being and translates it into a faerie 
version of itself before giving it form. I'm not sure 
of the exact process." She let out a small sigh. "The 
only drawback was that I had to learn how to use my new 
body. I was able to learn some faerie magic too, but 
they couldn't teach me much. 

"Apparently each Faerie specializes in their own form 
of magic but no one could figure out what mine was, so 
I couldn't be apprenticed to the appropriate master. 
I'm not sure what happened, the spell to let you feel 
me has never let you see me before. I wonder..." She 
trailed off into her own thoughts, a little grin 
playing across her minuscule features. "I have an idea, 
but I need to check something with the others first. 
I'll be back soon. I love you, my Knight."

She flew out the window in a rush leaving Billy stunned 
in her tiny wake.

*

As Billy sat there waiting for Cecelia to come back he 
ordered room service. While he was eating his large 
chicken 'gumbo', disappointed that it was nowhere near 
as good as the one he had in the cabin, his faerie love 
was at a puddle of murky water at the edge of the 
bayou. She took the shell of some kind of nut and 
dipped it in, filling it. She spoke an incantation over 
it. As she finished the spell the water in the shell 
turned completely clear. A form slowly materialized 
inside it, as if stepping out of a fog.

"What would you like, young one?" the figure asked in a 
voice that sounded both old and wise. Cecelia explained 
what had happened with Billy and the figure nodded 
sagely. "It sounds like the hotel lies on the cross of 
two lay lines. This would raise the power of your 
spells, but why would you need to know that now?" The 
figure raised an eyebrow as Cecelia explained what she 
wanted to do for Billy. "It's certainly possible, but 
you must be careful. There's the chance that this might 
backfire. The boost of the lay cross may have... 
unstable affects."

Thoughts of Billy clouding her head, Cecelia did not 
see the look of concern on the figure's face as she 
nodded her thanks and placed the shell on the ground. 
As soon as she broke contact the figure disappeared and 
the water grew murky again. Cecelia flew back to the 
Hotel, a definitively impish grin on her face.

*

Billy was lounging in his bathrobe at the table having 
just finished his burnt piece of what he called 
'Manhattan Project Cheesecake' when the red light that 
was Cecelia flew in excitedly through the open window 
and landed on the table in front of him. He had to 
stare at the glow a moment before Cecelia's tiny form 
materialized before him, but when it did the first 
thing he noticed was her smile. She was grinning 
broadly with just the barest hint of mischief. He found 
himself grinning back.

"I have an idea," Cecelia said excitedly. Billy's heart 
leapt. He had almost forgotten how the dimple on her 
cheek stood out when she got excited.

"What is it, Princess?" He reached over and ran his 
finger gently along her small arm, careful not to push 
her over.

"You'll see." She winked at him, then turned completely 
serious. "Now, take the candle from the basket and 
bring it over to the plant." Billy raised a skeptical 
eyebrow, but did as she asked, placing the candle on a 
plate between him and the plant. She flitted over and 
sat on the same leaf she had used earlier, crossing her 
legs in a meditative position.

She asked Billy to repeat what she said and to light 
the candle when he was done. He nodded and did as she 
asked.

"Íen scäen heten píritssé oten ówerlú ymén erspectivepá 
ótén hättë fóén héten neóen Ïén óvelä."

As he lit the candle he felt a tingle pass through his 
body. His skin seemed to ripple as if a horde of 
maggots was passing just underneath. His bones suddenly 
felt cold, as if they had been put in him straight from 
some cosmic freezer. The room spun around him before he 
feinted dead away.

*

He came to a moment later, Cecelia's beautiful face 
hovering inches above his.

"How do you feel, sweetie?" Cecelia asked, worry 
written all over her face.

"Like I just woke up out of a dream," Billy replied. 
"You were there, but you had died and been reborn as a 
fairy..." As Billy sat up he saw that Cecelia still had 
her jewelled wings.

"It's 'Faerie', actually." She just smiled at him as he 
looked around. To his amazement they were sitting on a 
leaf of the plant. It appeared to be about as large as 
the entire hotel room. He put his hand down on the leaf 
to steady himself in an effort to stand up. He was 
surprised to find that it felt spongy to the touch, yet 
firm enough to support his weight. He looked up at her.

"What happened?" Billy asked, confusion clear in his 
voice. "Why am I on a leaf?"

"It's the spell we cast," Cecelia responded with a 
smile. "It was asking the spirits to let you 'see 
things from my perspective'. In other words, to make 
you my size."

"OK, I guess that makes sense, but how exactly did I 
get on the leaf?" Cecelia blushed a little at the 
question.

"After you passed out from the shock, well, I flew you 
up here." Billy looked at her. He was not entirely at 
ease with the situation. A discordant thought ran 
through his brain, causing him to panic.

"So, I'll be small like this forever? I can't do that, 
Princess. People are counting on me to do what I can 
for the environment. I have to-"

"Don't worry, my Knight," Cecelia said with a gentle 
smile. Billy's panic faded at her words. "The spell is 
tied to the flame of the candle. As long as it burns, 
the spell will continue." Her smile changed slightly at 
this, becoming warmer, more inviting. "I'll be more 
then willing to blow it out, but all this time watching 
you without being able to touch you or even talk to 
you, it's been very lonely for me as well."

As Cecelia took his hand he realized just how lonely he 
had been since the last time they had really been 
together. Her gentle touch sparked the flames in his 
heart that he thought had turned to ash long ago. He 
realized he had been handed a gift like no other, one 
more chance to be with the woman he loved, even if she 
was no longer quite human.

She pulled him to his feet. He raised his hands to her 
arms and pulled her into a warm embrace. As he did he 
marvelled at her skin. She had always used plenty of 
moisturizers to keep her skin smooth, but her skin as a 
faerie was smoother and softer then he had ever felt 
before. He breathed in her scent and sighed. She 
smelled of Night-Jasmine. It was the only scent that 
could make his heart race and his breath stop. He 
raised his lips to hers and brushed lightly against 
them, just barely tasting the flavour of wild 
raspberries.

He held her tight, his lips pressed against hers. He 
couldn't believe this was actually happening. Billy ran 
his fingers lightly over her shoulder blades, goose 
bumps rising at his touch. He could feel the base of 
her wings below them, as soft as silk yet at the same 
time as strong as steel.

He reached his right hand up to the single strap of her 
toga-style faerie dress and pulled it down, the flimsy 
material sticking on her ample bosom. He kissed down 
the side of her neck and down her chest to one breast. 
Billy removed the soft fabric with his teeth before 
turning his attention to the nipple, licking and 
sucking, little moans of pleasure coming from Cecelia. 
He traced a line with his tongue over to her other 
breast, repeating the process.

He pulled the dress down to the leaf below, licking and 
kissing his way down as she stepped out of the died 
spider's silk pooling at her feet. When he reached her 
sweet nexus Billy was impressed by Cecelia's balance as 
she raised one leg over his shoulder, letting his 
tongue probe deeper.

The flavour was not the semi-sweet tartness that he 
remembered. In fact she tasted like actual honey. He 
smiled to himself and worked at her honey pot with 
abandon, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held 
him as close to her sex as she could.

He was completely amazed as she brought her other leg 
up to his other shoulder. He stayed upright and was a 
little confused for a moment before remembering that 
she had wings and must have been using them to stay 
above him.

Billy was intimately familiar with her nooks and 
crannies and he manipulated them expertly. It wasn't 
long before Cecelia's legs were clenching around his 
head, her moans loud in his ears.

Cecelia released her hold on him and let her body just 
drift lazily downwards until she was standing before 
Billy in all her naked glory. Billy's breath was taken 
away as the red glow radiating from her had increased 
in intensity, making her soft body look as if she were 
a perfectly crafted ruby statue come to life.

She smiled a come-hither grin and reached out her hand. 
As he took it in his, a tingle spread through his 
fingers, slowly spreading throughout his entire body. 
He stood, a feeling of bliss spreading along the same 
path the tingle took.

Cecelia reached down to the cord holding his robe 
together and with one quick yank left the robe hanging 
loose, his rod parting the folds of terrycloth. She 
moved in close, Billy gasping as his hardness pressed 
against her plush mound. Cecelia gently pushed the robe 
off of his shoulders and kissed him deeply, the ecstasy 
now spreading from his lips, then from every spot that 
her lips made contact as she kissed her way down his 
body.

She knelt before him, studying his member carefully, as 
if she were trying to fix it in her memory. He squirmed 
as she ran her fingers over it, testing every spot. He 
just about hit the roof as she planted a kiss right on 
the tip.

Hearing his pleasured moans made her feel more 
confident. She wrapped her mouth around his member, 
teasing any part she could with her tongue. The feel of 
her expert mouth and tongue combined with the tingling 
bliss she made him feel was almost to much for Billy to 
bear. Cecelia noticed the telltale swelling of his head 
that presaged his orgasm and stopped suddenly. She let 
him fall from her mouth and stood up.

"Not yet, my Knight," she said, a seductive lilt in her 
voice. "You're not finished yet." After giving him a 
moment to let his excitement subside Cecelia hugged him 
around his chest and took to the air. Billy had never 
been too good when it came to heights, so he just held 
on, trusting her not to let go.

They didn't get very far above the leaf before she 
wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. 
She was tighter then Billy remembered but he slipped 
into her without any resistance. They fit together 
perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. Cecelia leaned 
back, letting Billy's weight drive him in deeper.

All thoughts of their height flew right out of his head 
as he thrust his hips, driving himself as deep into her 
as he could. Her muscled passage gripped his manhood as 
he thrust in and out, as if she wanted to keep him 
inside of her as long as possible.

Cecelia moaned in ecstasy, her nails carving shallow 
rivulets in Billy's shoulders. Her muscles spasmed as 
she came, trapping his engorged rod deep inside of her. 
He couldn't hold back any longer. His entire body 
shuddered as he shot spray after spray of sticky, ivory 
seed into her hungry womb. Billy looked his faerie love 
in her Emerald eyes.

"I love you, my Princess," He said, a silly grin 
plastered on his face. Forgetting where they were he 
rolled off of her and shocked them both by hovering 
there on his back beside her.

Cecelia's eyes widened as she noticed he had what 
looked to be alabaster bat wings growing out of his 
back where she had scratched him. Billy didn't appear 
to notice the change. He just reached out and took her 
hand. The blissful feeling spread through their touch, 
leaving both floating above the leaf, just staring into 
each other's eyes.

They slowly floated downwards, landing softly on the 
leaf below. Cecelia gave him the once over, amazed at 
the subtle transformation. His once grey eyes now shone 
silver. He stood with a confidence that he had lacked 
earlier and his body shone with an inner glow not 
unlike hers, only it was a gentle Sky Blue.

"Thank you." Billy said simply. When Cecelia looked 
confused he continued, smirking. "That was the most 
wonderful experience I've ever had. Do you think we 
need to be here to do it again?"

Cecelia was worried. She hadn't expected the 
transformation. She told him to hold on a moment and 
flew over to the candle. The flame was already 
extinguished, smothered by the candle's own wax. 
Overcome by the guilt and joy warring within her she 
flew back to Billy, falling into his arms.

"I'm so sorry, my Knight," she said, burying her head 
in his chest. "I don't know when it happened. The 
Candle went out and you're not human anymore."

"What do you mean?" Billy asked confused. "Not human 
any more? How can that be? I still feel like me."

"Come with me." She grabbed Billy's arm and flew over 
to the bathroom, landing in front of the wall-sized 
mirror. Billy's jaw dropped as he saw the two of them 
reflected back at them. Two tiny people, glowing with 
an inner light, with wings that drew the eye.

He examined their naked forms in the mirror, searching 
for similarities and differences. Then he did something 
that confused Cecelia. He laughed.

"This is great," Billy said happily. Cecelia looked at 
him incredulously, not knowing what to make of this. 
"Don't you see, Princess? We can be together again. We 
can build a happy little life for us now."

Cecelia laughed out loud and jumped in his arms, almost 
throttling him in the process. Returning to the hotel 
room, Cecelia mumbled some words over the bed. Billy 
stared in awe as an exact clone of his human body 
appeared in the bed.

"It's so they don't think you've run away or been 
kidnapped," Cecelia explained. They hurriedly dressed 
and flew off toward the horizon and their new life 
together, hand in hand, neither one looking back.

*

Billy didn't answer the door when Francine came to pick 
him up for the meeting the following day. Expecting him 
to be ready to go, she became worried. She explained 
what was wrong to the Manager. Recognizing Billy's 
name, he agreed to let her in to the Hotel Room to 
check if he was alright. She immediately wished she 
hadn't.

Billy's body was found in his bed, a silly grin 
plastered on his cold face, eyes wide and staring. The 
candle was found by the plant, smothered in its wax. 
The Coroner said he had died of heart failure some time 
overnight.

When Mr. Larson heard what had happened he forced the 
company to move the location of the factory. When asked 
why he only said, "It was a dying man's last request."

When it came time to bury the body they were mystified. 
The body was gone. All that was left in the freezer 
drawer was a pile of mud and vines in a vaguely human 
form.

No one ever found the missing body or reported seeing 
him since. To this day no one knows the truth, that 
he's happy and healthy living with his family in a 
commune of Faeries in a remote part of the Bayou.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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