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A Midsummer's Nightmare
George Carter (gcarterofoz@hotmail.com)
edited by Jane

***

A couple find that their genders have been switched 
without their knowing how it happened and that they are 
being 'persuaded' to do things they might not otherwise 
do. (MF, nc, tg, anal, fantasy, mc, sci-fi)

***

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It contains 
descriptions of sexual acts. If viewing this is illegal 
for you, please stop reading now. This story is also 
quite a departure from my previous efforts, and 
illustrates just why would-be erotica writers shouldn't 
be allowed to write down their dreams.

***

I drifted between sleep and wakefulness. My skin was 
dotted with sweat, and the sweat smelled of rum. I was 
dreaming drunken dreams in the sultry morning humidity. 
It was that hour before dawn when the human beast is at 
his weakest; when most people take their last breath; 
when magic happens.

One minute I was there, semi-aware of my skin soaking 
the cotton sheets, and the next...

*Elsewhen, Elsewhere*

The next minute, I was standing and awake, my familiar 
bedroom nowhere to be seen. I was naked - I always sleep 
naked - and I was surrounded by a thick mist. I couldn't 
see what kind of a room I was in, but my feet were 
telling me the floor was like fine carpeting. I looked 
around, but everything seemed indistinct, save for what 
I could see of myself. My mind was strangely 
unquestioning.

Another figure slowly appeared out of the mist. A woman, 
with chestnut hair down to her shoulders, wearing 
something white. She came closer, until I could see her 
face. Blue eyes, lighter and clearer than my own. A 
vaguely triangular face that spent a lot of time 
smiling. A pert nose and a mouth surely made for 
kissing... I knew her. In fact, I worked for her. 

Laura McAllister, my boss at Lifeline, whom I'd taken my 
leave of mere hours before, when I left the office's New 
Year bash. It looked like she'd been snatched from her 
bed, too, because she was wearing a t-shirt with a teddy 
bear motif, bikini panties, and nothing else. She had 
great legs, I noticed.

'George? Is that you?' she asked. Then she saw that I 
was unclad, and turned her head away, embarrassed. I 
figured that this had to be a dream, so I kept right on 
leering at her. There was definitely an attraction 
between us. She was a divorcee; so was I, only it wasn't 
yet official. We'd spent some time at the party gently 
flirting with each other, but I didn't want to shit in 
my own nest by dating my boss, and I figured she was too 
professional to get involved with a subordinate. 
Flirting could be a lot of fun, though. No big surprise 
that I might dream about her.

Then the fairy appeared. Well, I didn't know what else 
to call it - call her. She looked female, I thought. 
About three feet tall, in proportion like a scale model 
adult, hovering in the air on little gossamer wings, 
doing little dances and aerobatics in miniature, perfect 
grace.

Fascinated, I edged closer to her. She had short red 
hair, straight, with a ragged fringe, albino-pale skin, 
and eyes... oversized, clear, lovely pools with violet 
irises. She seemed naked, I could see no garment on her, 
but she had no visible nipples or genitalia. It was as 
though the female form was only a coat she was 
wearing... not her real body. She actually had two pairs 
of insect-like wings attached to her back.

I closed my eyes, and laughed. 'Cool dream... I'm never 
going to mix OP rum and red wine again!'

Then the fairy spoke. 'I am Moire. My gift is to control 
the form of flesh... and you, my Chosen... your stench 
offends me.' She performed a swift, intricate aerial 
dance, and I felt something strange, as if my kidneys 
had jumped out of my body and were cleansing me from the 
outside. There was no pain, just that weird feeling, and 
when it was over, I felt clean. Clean and sober.

'Whoa', I reacted, 'Instant hangover cure. If you could 
bottle that you'd make a fortune.'

Moire didn't seem amused. She flew closer to Laura, 
executed an Immelmann and a pirouette, and addressed 
her. 'Approach him', she said. 'Look at him. And be 
still.' Commands. It seemed ludicrous. Laura was an inch 
taller than myself. She could have plucked the little 
fairy out of the sky with ease. Instead, she walked 
towards me, her eyes locked on my torso. A skitter of 
fear ran down my spine as I saw the almost pained 
expression on her face.

'George, I'm frightened. I don't want to do this, but... 
I can't seem to stop myself.'

'Don't worry about it', I replied, my voice deliberately 
light. 'It's only a dream. We know it's a dream, so 
we're about to wake up. You'll laugh about it soon.' I 
hoped.

There was a sound like the tinkling of tiny bells. 
Eventually I twigged that this was Moire's laughter. 
'This is no dream. It is far more real than your own 
world. Accept your fate, my Chosen. It will not be 
unpleasant.'

That was twice she'd called me Chosen, and she hadn't 
addressed Laura by name at all. Something to keep in 
mind. I didn't have long to think about it though, as 
Moire dashed up in a zoom climb, turned back down in a 
split-s, and turned her commanding tone on me. 'Tear 
those ridiculous garments off her body.' Just like that.

I knew she'd tell me to do something, and I was tensed, 
prepared to resist. I didn't know what to expect, but 
I'd envisaged some kind of battle of wills, something I 
could at least fight, if not defeat. I couldn't have 
been more wrong. My limbs started moving of their own 
volition. I was trying to call them back, but it was 
like she had a direct link to my central nervous system, 
and my brain was disconnected from my body. She had 
control, I didn't, and that was that.

Laura looked terrified as my hands clutched at her 
shirt. 'I'm sorry', I said, 'I can't help it.' The cold, 
sick horror of it sank in the pit of my stomach. I'd 
been robbed of my free will... no, that wasn't quite 
right. I could still think, and even still talk. I just 
couldn't act.

I could still think. My mind started to race furiously. 
How specific were Moire's commands? Did I have any room 
to move?

I was having trouble tearing the shirt. My hands reached 
to the seam at the left armpit, and tore at it. Laura 
was sobbing. 'Don't move', I begged her, 'I might hurt 
you by mistake.' The seam was giving. The shirt was 
beginning to tear. I looked down at my legs. Could I 
move them at all?

I tried to make my left leg fold underneath me, lose my 
balance and fall. No dice. It wouldn't move. Then I 
tried something less ambitious. I swiveled my foot about 
ten degrees. Success! Did that mean gradual movements 
were possible?

I had to figure this out more quickly. I'd finally 
started a tear in the fabric of Laura's shirt. I watched 
helplessly as a stranger's arms tore the shirt to 
pieces. Then my knees flexed, as they would not before, 
and my hands reached for the panties. If I could turn 
just one hand slightly... but no. I couldn't command 
them at all.

Laura was pleading now for me not to do this. All I 
could do was apologise. She yelped with pain as I tore 
the panties off. My task complete, I stood again, and 
realised at once that it had been my idea to do so. If 
she made no command... after I'd completed her last 
command... my body was mine to control. File it away.

There are about fifty old Star Trek episodes where Kirk 
and Co. are captured by godlike aliens, and they're all 
the friggin' same. Kirk's playing for his life, he's 
holding a busted flush, and he bluffs like crazy, hoping 
to at least find out something about his captors that he 
could turn to his advantage later. It seemed like a 
plan, and what else did I have?

I turned away from Laura, who was still paralysed, to 
confront Moire. 'I know what you're planning. You want 
me to rape her, don't you? For your own twisted 
amusement. In fact, you want to rape us both.'

Her voice was softly mocking. 'What I want is for you to 
love your woman. You won't admit it, but you want her.'

I shook my head. 'Not like this.'

'Then do not resist me. She wants you, too. Why do you 
mortal mayflies spend so much of your meagre spans 
denying yourselves? Love her. You will attain your 
desire, and amuse me at the same time.'

'No.'

'Then I will force you. Do not bring me to anger. I 
could easily make you kill her.'

'You can force me, I know. But I can still fight. I'll 
try anything I can think of to thwart you. I will find a 
way, somehow. I will harm myself before I harm her.'

Moire had, almost, a respectful expression. 'Let me show 
you what I mean when I say that I control the form of 
flesh.' She paused to think, then started her aerial 
ballet again. 'Turn to face her. Then cease all 
movement.'

I had to obey. There was absolutely nothing ambiguous 
about that order.

'Both of you. Look at each other.'

There came a kind of shimmer in the air. Laura's body 
became slightly indistinct. Her skin was starting to 
move and flow as I stared in open- mouthed horror.

She was changing, and so was I.

She became larger overall. Her shoulders and arms became 
larger, while her hips shrank. Hair started appearing 
where none was before. Her breasts shrank, then 
flattened completely. A penis was growing rapidly from 
her loins. She was changing from a lovely woman to a 
handsome man.

I couldn't see myself, but I could feel many changes in 
my own body. The first thing I noticed was my skin 
becoming more sensitive. My hair was tumbling down to my 
shoulders. I felt physically weaker. My equilibrium 
changed, so I knew my body's shape was changing. I could 
feel my new breasts pulling at my chest.

Then the emotional rush hit me. I had a woman's body, 
and that came with a completely different balance of 
hormones. My mind, on an intellectual level, was still 
me; but my body was trying to shout that it was someone 
else. I feared I was going to go mad. Desperately, just 
for the sake of something to think, I mused that I 
wasn't Captain Kirk after all... I was the poor bastard 
in the red shirt who gets to demonstrate how the monster 
works by getting himself killed.

I could see that Laura now had an erection. God help me, 
my own body was responding to the sight! It was like a 
warm glow, spreading from my belly through all of my new 
body. Was this the way it was for women? It felt... 
good.

Laura was fully transformed. Her... his erection was... 
big. Bigger than mine ever was. I was very, very 
frightened. In fact, and I'm ashamed to admit it, I was 
on the verge of panic. I was biting my tongue to avoid 
screaming, and tears were running down my cheeks. Laura 
was licking her/his lips absently. Moire must have seen 
this; she laughed, and told Laura s/he could move 
freely. Laura started to slowly approach me, and I was 
still completely unable to move.

'Don't,' I pleaded. 'Please, Laura!' I was shocked by 
the sound of my own voice, a smoky, sexy mezzo-soprano. 
Then I heard Laura's new voice - a quiet, low baritone - 
and something warm and moist started happening to me.

'How... how do you deal with it, George? Is it like this 
all the time for men? The urge... is so strong... and 
you're... so beautiful.'

Beautiful? Me? The sheer absurdity of the idea helped me 
to concentrate. I found I was able to speak. 'The urge 
is strong, but you're stronger. Remember who you really 
are. You are Laura McAllister, and you don't have to do 
this.'

Big fat hope. I didn't believe it myself, so how could I 
expect him to? He was going to stick that thing in me, 
and when he did, there'd be nothing left of my identity. 
I was terrified. I could feel my grip on sanity 
loosening.

Then he touched me. A hand on my cheek, the other in my 
hair, and oh lord, it felt so good. He towered over me, 
but he was gentle, and I almost let go, and the only 
thing that saved me was that thing of his poking me in 
the belly. The fear returned, and it cleared my head, 
and I decided it was better to bend than to break.

'Moire', I called, 'I'll be good. I'll do as you ask. 
Willingly. Change us back... please... and I'll love her 
for you.' I was sobbing. 'Please... I'm begging you. I 
can't...'

When it happened, it surprised both Moire and me. 
Laura's face darkened, his teeth bared, and his hand 
moved quicker than I could see, and there was a red 
explosion in my face, and I fell to the floor, such as 
it was.

I was curled up in a fetal position, trying to deal with 
the wave of pain from my cheek, and the blood from where 
my teeth had betrayed me, tearing the soft flesh. I 
couldn't see. I was crying like a baby. I could move 
again, but I was no less helpless than before. Laura 
could break my neck like a twig with that new body, if 
he'd a mind to. I was sure he did have a mind to.

I waited for the end. Such a stupid, worthless, hopeless 
way to die.

The despair that was running through my veins like 
poisoned blood lasted only as long as it took for me to 
realise that Laura wasn't going to hit me again. It was 
quickly replaced by shame and self-loathing. Where the 
hell were my balls, I asked myself, lying here waiting 
to be beaten? Then I thought about what I'd said... and 
I actually started to giggle.

Enough. I had to get to my feet. I had to act, rather 
than just think, for that way lay madness. I rose, and 
blinked the tears out of my eyes.

There was Laura, now a big strong man, with his hands up 
over his mouth in a very feminine expression of shock. 
His erection was gone, but the damn thing was still a 
monster, even on the slack. I was envious.

'George, I'm so sorry! I... I wanted to... and then it 
was like you'd rejected me, and I just kind of... oh 
God, it's just so... hard. Look how I've hurt you. Your 
poor face... I'm a ...'

I rushed to him, and took one of his hands between mine. 
'It's not your fault. You weren't in your right mind.' I 
kissed his hand to try to show that I forgave him, and 
left a bloody smear on his fingers. 'It really isn't 
your fault', I repeated. 'Think about it... you've been 
a woman all your life, and now, suddenly, you're flooded 
with male hormones. Umm... lots of male hormones, 
judging from your... build. And no years of learning to 
deal with it, like I had. No wonder you lost control. 
But you got your control back... thank God for that. Are 
you all right now?'

'Am... am *I* all right? Ohh, George... how can you be 
so... so...'

We were interrupted by the sound of Moire's voice from 
beside us.

'I trust that you both understand the point of the 
lesson.' And with that, and another of her little ballet 
routines, we got our own bodies back. I raised my hand 
to my mouth. It was intact. I felt a chemical wave of 
strength and confidence suffusing me, and that made me 
brave enough to face Moire again.

'Is there any way I can persuade you to leave Laura 
alone? I know that I'm the one you want to torment. 
Well, you can. I can't stop you. If you send her back... 
I'll... cooperate with you. Please.'

'Why do you persist with this?' Moire's expression 
darkened. What is she to you, to make you risk your 
all?'

'I... I care about her. I don't want to see her suffer. 
I...'

A warm hand touched my own. Another hand gripped my 
shoulder and turned me around. Laura embraced me, and 
pressed her soft, warm breasts against my chest. Her 
eyes threatened to brim over with tears. Her lips were 
parted. 'What are you doing?' I asked.

'Saving your life. Both our lives.' Then she kissed me. 
Her tongue slipped between my lips. It was a promise. 
She drew her face away and spoke again. 'You're a good, 
decent man, and I love you for trying, but... stop 
trying. Let's give her what she wants.'

She kissed me again, harder, deeper, and things started 
happening in my body. Familiar, masculine things. Things 
that made me want to rejoice that I had my old body back 
and that it still worked. Things that made me want to 
celebrate this woman who was wiser than I. Of course she 
was right. We were in a hopeless position, being unable 
to resist the little voyeur-pixie, and having nothing to 
bargain with, and it was only my pig-headed refusal to 
compromise on principle that had kept me fighting for 
this long. It was time to surrender. To each other.

Slowly we sank to the floor of this odd place. Its 
texture was fine and soft, like the finest lawn... like 
lying on a putting green. It had enough give in it to 
make us comfortable when we lay upon it. Laura had 
initiated this, but she lay back, passively inviting me 
to sample her buffet of feminine charms, her eyes closed 
and a half-smile on her lips. 

Propped up on one elbow beside her, I ran a hand through 
the luxurious thickness of her chestnut hair while I 
placed a tender kiss on each of her eyelids. My 
fingertips brushed her face, running down the contours 
like a blind man's would. One finger traced down over 
her full, crimson lips - she'd never need lipstick - and 
as it parted them, she moved her head forward a fraction 
and trapped my finger between her teeth. Her tongue 
touched my finger for a second before she released me. 
Another promise. 

My freed finger splayed her lips apart as I moved my 
face to hers and kissed her again, slowly exploring her 
mouth with my tongue. Sliding over her own tongue, 
playing and exploring, with the intimate contact sending 
surges of blood and power through my body, preparing it 
for the passionate contest to come.

I ended the kiss, panting. My hands started moving 
again, along the base of her ribcage, my palms moving 
under her firm, medium-sized breasts. She was a good few 
years younger than I, and in better shape. Her skin was 
taut under my hands. Her own fingers had found my 
scrotum, and she was absently playing with it.

'I want you to know,' she started, 'that I want to do 
this. Not because of... her... but in spite of her.'

I nodded. 'Me too.' My heart was full. It was under the 
worst possible circumstances... but we'd found each 
other. We'd get through this, leave this place, and 
then, in our own place and time we would look into each 
other's eyes again. Until that very moment, I didn't 
believe in love at first sight. Maybe it was just that 
I'd never looked hard enough before.

'Touch me', she implored. I knew exactly what she meant. 
Whatever light source illuminated this strange place was 
enough for me to see the dew of arousal beginning to 
show in Laura's pubic thatch. My hand moved to it, and 
stroking, encouraged it further. With every little 
stroke, every little probe, she muttered and groaned, 
adding fuel to my desire. For several minutes I 
continued to touch her, learning the mysteries of her 
secret garden, and she slowly rocked and moved under my 
fingers. She was moist now. The hand I wasn't using to 
explore her sex was on a roving commission around her 
body. This hand was stroking an erect-nippled breast 
when she shook all over and gasped.

'Did you...?' I asked.

She smiled. 'A little one', she replied. 'Are you 
ready?' she asked, and moved her legs into a welcoming 
posture. By way of answer, I propped myself above her 
and allowed her to take hold of my erect cock and guide 
it into her. I entered her slowly, savouring every 
little bit of this sweet invasion. 

Once I was all the way in, I paused, feeling her all 
around me, and let myself fall slowly on to her, 
touching skin to skin all along our selves. I kissed her 
again, and with our mouths working in concert, I started 
thrusting. In this strange, timeless place, we reached 
for our moment, and found it, and I know that when we 
were finished, at least one of us had tears in his eyes.

We looked at each other, smiled, and rose to our feet. I 
took her hand in my own like it was the most natural 
thing in the world.

Moire was there. I questioned her silently with my eyes.

She spoke, and I was sure some of her imperiousness was 
gone. 'Your part in this is now over, Laura', she said. 
'It is time for you to return to your own world. You 
will remember this only as a fleeting dream.'

Laura was rocked by this statement. 'May... may I speak 
to George for a moment before I go?' she asked. Moire 
nodded. 'Be quick.'

I burned the location of Moire into my memory before I 
turned to Laura. 'I'll be fine, sweetheart... don't 
worry. Go before she changes her mind.'

'George', she answered, 'If you come out of this okay... 
and you remember what happened... come and get me. Be 
direct... be firm... and don't take no for an answer. I 
like that... but I don't let anyone know it. Please... 
if we can, let's find each other again.'

We embraced, and kissed. Possibly my last kiss, if the 
desperate idea I'd conceived didn't work. I treated it 
like my last kiss, in any event.

Take your whole life in your hands and squeeze it into a 
ball.

I didn't want to let her go, but I didn't want her to 
have to stay either. I looked Laura in the eyes and 
said, 'I love you. I'll come back for you.'

We parted. Laura approached Moire and said 'I'm ready.'

Moire executed one of her little dances, and the figure 
of the woman I loved folded in on itself, becoming a 
flat figure, like a cut-out, then just a vertical line, 
which shrank to a point, then... nothing.

It looked like that little stunt had wearied Moire; she 
lost a little altitude and hovered for a moment about 
seven feet from the ground. It was now or never.

Take your whole life in your hands and squeeze it into a 
ball. Squeeze damn hard. Bowl your best ball, make it a 
wrong 'un, and hope like hell she doesn't pick it, 'cos 
you'll only get one chance.

Moire turned toward me, and was about to say something, 
but I'd already leapt toward her. Frantically, she 
flapped her wings and tried to evade me, but she was 
just a moment too slow. One of my hands found her arm 
and seized it. My sheer mass brought her down; her 
little wings couldn't support us both.

If I was right, she had to be free to dance her aerial 
patterns to work her magic, so if I held on to her, she 
was helpless. If I was wrong... there'd be no telling 
what she'd do to me. The next seconds would tell the 
tale.

She struggled, flapped her wings, and wailed a keening 
noise of pain. But I was still me. I was feeling 
triumphant and mean. So when she begged me to loosen my 
grip on her, I told her to shut up or I'd pull her 
little wings off. She gasped in horror, and her huge 
violet eyes filled with tears. Her voice was tiny as she 
said, 'You may as well tear me limb from limb. It would 
kill me just as surely.'

And then the past hit me between the eyes, as I 
remembered the most shameful thing I'd ever done. As a 
small boy, I had once trapped a small bird - a sparrow - 
in the garage and battered it half to death. Just one of 
those things that curious small boys do. Life was such a 
mystery that I had to try to explore the other side of 
it. 

I realised that the bird was in terrible pain, that I'd 
maimed it, and I hated myself so much that I was sick. 
Then my father found out, and he forced me to put the 
bird out of its misery by killing it. It just may have 
been the most valuable lesson he ever gave me - that 
actions have consequences, and that a thinking human 
being should accept responsibility for his actions.

The vicious little sadist that I always knew was lurking 
under the surface of my soul had come out. I was ashamed 
of myself. But I couldn't let her go; I was sure she'd 
destroy me if I did. I looked at her, and I could see 
awful bruises under my fingers. I was sickened by them.

As I was debating my next move, there came a shimmering 
light in the air not ten feet away from me. A sort of 
hole started to appear in the very air, and a second 
fairy stepped through it. This one resembled Moire 
somewhat, but had an altogether different air about her. 
While she wore no badge or other mark of station, she 
was undeniably regal in her bearing.

'I would appreciate it, sir, if you would unhand my 
daughter.'

Out of the frying pan. Into the blast furnace.

My problem is that I think quickly and I have a lot of 
imagination. Usually, I count these things as strengths; 
but, at that moment, they were definitely liabilities. 
Had I been slower-witted, the prospect of immediate 
death might have been easier to deal with.

As it was, I could feel despair clutching at me with icy 
fingers. I was going to die, of that I was certain. I 
still had my grip locked on Moire, but the second fairy, 
who identified herself as Moire's mother, no less, was 
free to act. Moire was capable of transforming my body 
from male to female, so a little feat like, say, 
pulverizing my heart inside my chest would be no 
problem. Like I implied, I have too much imagination.

I had threatened Moire with dismemberment. I therefore 
had two chances of survival - none and Buckley's.

Never again would I walk along a beach in the middle of 
a hot summer night and feel the water lapping at my 
toes. Never again would I taste really good ice cream, 
the kind made with buttermilk. I promised Laura that I'd 
come back for her, and now I never would. I'd never get 
to look into her eyes and tell her I love her all over 
again.

I would never, ever see my unborn child's face.

Linda would come to term and give birth wondering what 
had ever happened to me. The world would keep on 
turning. People would go about their lives. Life would 
go on.

Without me.

Oh, God, being alive was so sweet. So damn sweet that I 
couldn't bear the thought of losing it. It was only some 
scintilla of pride that stopped me from prostrating 
myself and begging for mercy.

I released Moire. What did it matter anymore? I'd taken 
my best shot, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to crawl 
into my shell and give up. I had lost. Everything.

But somehow, near the very bottom of my plunge, I found 
the words I needed to stop it.

To give in to despair is the greatest betrayal of all. 
Betrayal of self. All men die in their time, and it 
isn't the when, it's the how one dies that matters. And 
a man with nothing left to lose has absolutely nothing 
left to fear.

I think I lost it a little at that point, because I was 
sure I had a fierce grin on my face when I faced the two 
of them and dared them to do their worst.

The elder fairy turned to Moire and said, 'Do you see? 
He knows. He knows what all warriors come to know. He 
knows now what the Thunderer knew when he faced the 
Serpent. You chose well, daughter.'

Moire looked devastated. 'It has come to naught. He has 
escaped me. All has come to ruin.'

I was still alive. It made me bold. 'Talk to me, not 
about me. Tell me what's going on.'

Moire was reduced to a near whisper as she replied, 'You 
had me at your mercy. Then you released me. By our laws, 
I have no power over you now. And so, my life is almost 
over.'

Over?

I turned to the elder fairy. 'So what's stopping you... 
I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.' Not bad going, 
insolent and courteous at the same time.

She actually favoured me with a warm smile. 'I am 
Clodagh. And I have no interest in harming you, or 
coercing you.'

I didn't understand what was going on, but I did 
understand that I wasn't going to die after all. 
Suddenly my strength deserted me and I wanted to sit 
down. I drew my knees up in front of me and leant my 
forehead on them, shaking. I was going to live.

After a moment or two I stood up and approached Moire. 
She wasn't afraid of me, but she seemed gripped by 
despair. I shouldn't have done it - not after what she'd 
done - but I was euphoric and I felt generous. I took 
her hand between thumb and finger. I said, 'I'm sorry I 
hurt you. I wish I could make it better.'

Before my eyes, the black bruises retreated, shrank, and 
finally disappeared. I couldn't quite believe it. 
'Did... I do that?' I asked.

Clodagh answered, 'In this place, honest desire is very 
powerful.

You wished her less pain, so it came to pass.'

Moire chose that moment to turn on her mother. 'Why did 
you tell him to release me? You have doomed me.'

Clodagh shook her head. 'Daughter, it was over as soon 
as he seized you. From there, he could only slay you or 
release you. Do not blame me for preferring you alive.' 
She waited a moment, pondering, then continued. 
'Besides, your doom is far from certain.'

I'd had enough of trying to glean meaning from this 
babble, and I told them so.

Clodagh nodded. 'Yes, you deserve to know the whole 
story. Perhaps you should get comfortable.'

I sank to the floor again. Clodagh gestured, and a 
portion of it formed into a shape somewhat like a chair. 
Pretty neat trick. I sat.

Clodagh started speaking. 'When I was young your 
ancestors lived in caves. Moire is younger, but is still 
over a thousand of your years old. There are few of us 
left, since the great bargain was struck and magic left 
your world, and those that remain need men such as you 
to sustain our lives. We are immortal... but immortality 
has always come at a price.'

'Men such as me? Do you mean any men? Or particular 
ones?'

'The latter. Your mother's bloodline is very strong. 
Your forebears were men and women of power... druids, 
skalds, warrior poets. Kings. Your blood has the 
potential for magic. Not in your own world, not any 
more, but here... very much so. Your healing of Moire 
simply proved that.'

I didn't understand any of it, so I decided to tackle 
one question at a time. 'So why did you drag Laura here? 
Why did you treat us so cruelly? What was the purpose?'

Moire replied. 'I had to provoke strong emotions from 
you in order to find out if you were suitable to sustain 
me. I brought Laura here because I had to taste the 
colour of your ecstacy.'

'And was I... suitable?'

'Yes. Quite. The mere taste that I received extended my 
life by over a year.'

'And if I hadn't been suitable?'

'That is why so few of us remain. I have been watching 
you all your life. I chose you before your birth. Had 
you turned out to be petty, selfish, vain or cowardly, I 
would not have been able to sustain myself from you. And 
so, in a few of your years - a blink of the eye to such 
as we - I would have passed on. As... I will pass on.'

I jumped to the wrong conclusion. 'So you sacrifice men 
to extend your own lives?'

Moire laughed; a bitter, ironic bark. 'You have not been 
listening.

When you were with your woman, did I say I tasted your 
blood?

No. Your flesh? No. What did I say I tasted?'

'My... ecstacy?'

'Correct. The energy that you liberate at the peak of 
your pleasure.'

'You feed... on orgasm? That's the source of your 
immortality?'

'Correct again.'

'I'm sorry', I said, 'but that doesn't make sense. You 
couldn't derive enough energy to live for a day from one 
sexual act, let alone a year or more.'

Moire was looking frustrated and annoyed. Clodagh flew 
near me and tried to explain.

'Our realm does not work on the same principles as 
yours. Your paradigm - your "laws of physics" - is 
egalitarian in nature. Your natural laws affect everyone 
the same way, and so they are filled with limiting 
factors, like your quaint ideas about "conservation of 
energy." We work by different rules, and since we don't 
have a decade to instruct you, please merely accept the 
truth of what I say.'

'What does it matter?' Moire snapped. 'Enough of this. 
We should send him back to his world, and I should waste 
no more of my last days.'

The silent tableau lasted for a long moment. I stood 
again, and looked at the two of them. Moire's face was 
the image of despair. Clodagh, by way of contrast, 
showed only patient expectation.

Perhaps she knew what was going through my mind.

I knew what Moire was feeling. I'd felt it all myself, 
all too recently. Maybe I was the world's biggest 
sucker, or maybe I was just curious; or maybe I felt 
compassion for her, or maybe it was just that I believed 
in life. Whatever it was, I turned to her and said, 
'What do I need to do to... sustain you?'

The look on Moire's face was worth the price of 
admission. I'd cracked her cool facade and put a look of 
astonished surprise there. 'Do you really mean that? 
But... why?'

I'd had a moment more to think about why, and I told her 
what I'd concluded. 'Because my world is a little bit 
more wonderful now that I know such creatures as you 
exist. It would sadden me, now, to know you were going 
to die and that I could have prevented it. Having said 
that... this isn't going to kill me or anything, right?'

I thought I saw tears starting from her eyes. She shook 
her head and said, 'No. It won't kill you. There is some 
danger if I am careless, but... I will ensure you are 
not harmed. I... thank you.'

She landed a dozen steps away from me. Then she started 
to change... to swell. Her little wings vanished and she 
grew ito the size and shape of a woman. A human woman. 
And not just anyone.

Moire had become a perfect copy of Laura. She asked, 
'Does this form please you? Or would you prefer 
another?' She stepped slowly toward me, and as she did, 
her features and form flowed like quicksilver.

She became Linda. Then Angela. Then Jane. Each one a 
woman that I'd loved, some with my heart, all with my 
body, all within the last few months. What's the male 
version of 'slut'? Whatever it was, I guess I was it. My 
heart was doing little flips in my chest... and then she 
changed again, and I felt pierced to my core.

Standing there, staring me in the face, and stark naked, 
was Kate. My wife of eight years, who walked out six 
months ago. I clenched my eyes tight and said, 'No. Not 
her. It's too hard to look on her.' I waited a moment 
and then opened my eyes again, and the face I saw was 
Moire's own; a little rounder, the features a little 
softer. It was Moire as a human being. I looked upon her 
and decided that drowning in those huge violet eyes 
wouldn't be such a bad way to go.

I looked down, and saw that Moire had adopted a body 
that was like my ideal female form. Her hair, still red, 
was down to her shoulders. Her neck was longish and 
fine. She was petite. Her breasts were firm, large-
nippled handfuls, her waist small, her buttocks tight 
and muscular, her legs slim, her pubic mound hairless. 
In short, she was purpose-built, quite literally, to 
derive arousal from me. In turn, my body was telling her 
just how successful she was in her ambition.

She looked on my erection and smiled, then turned to 
Clodagh. 'Mother', she asked, 'I cannot fly in this 
form. Would you prepare my Chosen?' She then turned back 
to me and said, 'This won't harm you. It's just a 
necessary change to your body.'

Clodagh did her own little dance while I looked down on 
myself to see what the result would be. I wondered 
briefly. A bigger dick? Or maybe a set of washboard abs? 
Then I realised that the elder fairy had finished her 
dance, and that it appeared that nothing had changed, 
except that I had a curiously warm feeling in my lower 
abdomen. My erection felt stronger than ever, so I 
supposed it had something to do with that.

I looked at Moire. I wanted to take her immediately. She 
said as if in answer, 'Many times, my Chosen. As many 
times as we possibly can. The more of your seed that I 
can cajole from you, the longer I will be sustained.'

It sounded like a program to me. I took her face in my 
hands and kissed her, deeply and long. It lasted for a 
minute or so, then she pulled away, grinned, and slowly 
brought herself down to her knees. She grasped my cock 
in one hand and started to move her fingers along the 
length of it. 

She knew just exactly how to apply the right amount of 
pressure with her fingers; it was feeling very good 
indeed. Then she opened her mouth and engulfed me. Her 
lips closed on the shaft, applying gentle, tantalizing 
suction, and her tongue slid on the underside of it.

I breathed in deeply, sharply. I was getting a blowjob 
from out of some carnal legend of antiquity. For a 
creature that went around most of the time without any 
genitalia, Moire was an utterly superb fellatrix. I 
started to groan. She was deep-throating me, those lips 
of hers right up against my pelvic bone. 

I wanted this to last so badly; hell, I wanted a movie 
of it I could take home to keep me warm on lonely 
nights; but I wasn't getting either. Moire was 
determined to make me cum. She was slurping and sucking 
along the length of my shaft, back and forth, adding a 
little extra suction when her lips met my glans.

She must have tasted the precursor to ejaculation coming 
from me, because I could swear she was purring as I 
panted. She started sucking just on the end, and fisting 
the length of my shaft, pumping as she sucked. I closed 
my eyes and let go, crying out inarticulately in utter 
pleasure. While I came, she kept me in her mouth, 
drinking up every last spurt of my seed. I was almost 
sobbing as she licked me clean and finally withdrew her 
mouth from my cock. Then she winked, grinned, and 
swallowed my load. As she swallowed, she shuddered as if 
having an orgasm herself.

'Mmm', she breathed, 'Your ecstacy is so... pure.'

I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was still reeling.

'Ohhh', she continued, 'It feels so good. It is the 
feeling of being charged with life... so good.' She was 
practically glowing with vitality.

'I bet you say that to all the guys', I replied. She 
shook her head.

'No. It is seldom, if ever, as good as this. I did 
indeed choose wisely. I wish there was some way I could 
properly reward you.'

Was she joking, or what? I was about to ask her when the 
odd feeling came over me. My body was acting strangely. 
I could still feel the familiar post-coital tingle in my 
loins, but there was something else.

I could have sworn that I was ready to ejaculate again, 
as much as before. I could feel - almost hear - my 
prostate filling up. I couldn't decide if it was 
exciting or frightening, so I compromised by laughing 
nervously. It seemed that Moire was going to get her 
money's worth- and then some.

Then I was distracted again by Clodagh, flying near me. 
'There is something I can do to express a mother's 
gratitude', she started. 'I can only have very slight 
influence on your world, but there is something I can 
affect.' She paused, seeking my attention, and then 
realising she had it, she continued. 'Your friend 
carries your unborn daughter in her womb.'

Linda. She was talking about Linda. My... daughter?

'Your child is unformed, and able to be affected by my 
influence. I give her my blessing, and this is no small 
thing. Your child shall have beauty, grace and wit. She 
will be healthy and strong, and take the best aspects of 
both her parents.'

'In other words', I said, 'she'll be the image of her 
mother.' We looked on each other. Our eyes met, we both 
grinned, and I knew that Clodagh was as good as her 
word. Then I fully realised the value of her gift, and I 
breathed, 'Thank you.'

'It is I who thank you, O man, and now I will take my 
leave of you both. Look after him, my child, and 
farewell.'

Then she was gone.

***

Moire was on her hands and knees, urging me on with 
obscene and inventive imprecations learned who knows 
where as I fucked her roughly, dog-fashion. Need I say, 
her pussy felt incredibly silky, moist and tight? Of 
course it did! I knew by know that she could read my 
mind, or at least the part concerned with desire, so 
everything about her was perfectly made to satisfy me. 
Her knowledge of me and her shape-shifting ability made 
it so.

She wasn't much for foreplay, though. She wanted sex, 
pure and simple, and she wasn't much concerned about how 
long each act took. I laughed to myself. She was using 
me. Boo hoo, my feelings were hurt. Like hell. I was a 
male slut and loving it.

I grasped her hips harder, and thrust hard and deep into 
her, making us both gasp. I went faster, knowing I was 
near to orgasm, and whispered to her, 'How do you like 
that, you horny little bitch?'

She responded in kind. 'Yesss... fuck me harder... oh! 
yes, HARDER, you fucking bastard, cum in me... cum in 
me... now.'

Sure enough, on the word 'now', I came inside her with a 
tremendous surge. I shouted, cursed, and shook as I 
spewed my load into her. She shrieked with her own 
pleasure, which was, I was sure, not your actual orgasm 
but instead, the feeling of being fed new life.

I stayed inside her for a minute or so after my orgasm; 
then we separated and lay near each other. I held her, 
and once again I could feel that my body was ready to go 
another round.

'You swear like a sailor', I said, pleased. I liked 
women who were 'verbal' in bed. 'I suppose you learn a 
few things in a thousand years.'

'My Chosen, it all comes from you. From that 
delightfully obscene, inventive mind of yours, where I 
can see so many pleasures you wish to explore with me.'

Uh-oh. Busted. Up till then I was strictly 'MF, Cons', 
but, after all, Moire wasn't human, so what we were 
doing was, strictly speaking , bestiality. So, I'd blown 
it already. Why not get some more 'story codes' into the 
mix? Why not indeed. It wasn't like there were going to 
be any hurt feelings or other consequences, after all.

I held her down, her back to me, and wet a finger with 
saliva. I probed her anus, and said, 'This might hurt', 
in a mock-menacing tone. She squealed in anticipation.

***

Well, it went on for quite a while. I took her anally. 
Curious to see if she was fully functional, I ate her 
bald pussy, to find that she was quite satisfactorily 
orgasmic. I lay back and let her ride me. We screwed 
standing up, sitting down, and lying down. I stopped 
counting after the first ten ejaculations, and I was 
going just as strong as I was before the first. 

I was a perpetual motion sex machine, the envy of porn 
stars everywhere; no fatigue, no soreness, no limit to 
the semen supply. I had no real feeling for Moire, not 
love like I had for Laura, at least, but that was okay. 
From fearing and hating Moire, I'd come to like her. 
She'd only been trying to survive, like we all do, and 
it was quite pleasant after all.

The only disturbing thing was that the tingling feeling 
in my loins was building with each new orgasm, and that 
my chest seemed to be getting a little tight; not 
physically, you understand, but emotionally. It wasn't 
unbearable, or even unpleasant yet, but it was different 
to my normal experience. I had to keep an eye on it.

I decided I wanted to make Moire helpless and tantalize 
her body, but the landscape, of course, was devoid of 
anything I could use. Once again, Moire answered my 
unspoken question. 'Remember what you did before to heal 
me', she said. 'In this place, your blood gives you 
power.'

'So,' I answered, 'if I desire something enough, I'll 
get it?'

She nodded. 'Try.'

I closed my eyes and imagined what I wanted. The picture 
in my mind's eye took shape and form. After a moment, I 
opened my eyes. Several lengths of what appeared to be 
raw silk were there for me, as well as a convenient, 
sturdy tree.

Too cool. I bound the smiling Moire to the tree, 
blindfolded her, and teased her mercilessly until she 
screamed her release.

***

We'd gone another round or so, and then Moire decided 
that turnabout was fair play. The tree and the silk 
bindings were still there, so she tied me to the tree 
just as I'd tied her.

She'd done a good job with the blindfold. I couldn't see 
a thing, and it wasn't for want of trying. Something was 
happening... it was like a feathery touch along the 
length of my cock. It wasn't her fingers, and it wasn't 
her tongue. It was tentative, then insistent, teasing, 
then gripping. The texture of it didn't change... it was 
still that odd, feathery sensation. Whatever it was, it 
was going to bring me off again quickly. The many 
orgasms I'd had had done nothing to reduce my 
sensitivity; if anything, that had increased instead.

This was driving me nuts. My curiosity was getting the 
better of me.

'Moire', I called, 'I want to see what you're doing, 
babe. Take the blindfold off me, please.'

'No fucking way', she laughed.

Okay, Miss Smarty-Bitch, I thought, we'll just see. I 
tried to close myself off to the pleasure running 
through me enough to concentrate on making the blindfold 
disappear. It wasn't easy, but I managed it, feeling the 
silk vanish off my face, then seeing again.

Moire was still a full sized human, but she had her 
wings back, and with her back to me, she was using them 
to milk my cock. They were prehensile. She had perfect 
control over them, and their tips were caressing me like 
the finest fingertips.

To think I'd threatened to tear them off. The sight, 
combined with the feeling, and the kink factor, gave me 
probably my biggest orgasm of the whole session. I 
moaned. I sobbed. I came like a volcano over her wings 
and back, making her shudder again in a familiar 
paroxysm all her own.

I slumped, only the bindings holding me up. My heart was 
palpitating. I was wheezing. My skin was tingling all 
over, like pins and needles. I felt like there was a 
huge clutching hand in my chest, and emotionally, I was 
in turmoil. Obviously, something was very wrong. I 
fought to catch my breath.

Moire walked up to me and touched my face. 'It is time 
for you to return, my Chosen. It would be dangerous for 
us to continue.'

I didn't want it to end. I was addicted. And there was 
something left for us to do that we hadn't yet done.

'Once more', I asked.

'I can feel the storm building in your soul, my Chosen. 
While I can keep your body able and safe, your inner 
self is something I cannot touch. There's a limit to how 
much ecstacy you can feel in a short time before you 
just... fray. I owe you too much to let you be harmed 
like that.'

'My name's George', I observed. 'And just how long have 
I given you so far?'

She smiled. 'Centuries. By the time I need further 
sustenance, your people may have exterminated 
themselves.'

'So... I'll never see you again?'

'Perhaps in your dreams.'

'Then I'm begging you. One more time. There's something 
that I'm so curious about... something I'll only ever 
get this one chance to experience, and you can do it for 
me. Please. You owe me.'

'Your sense of self is extraordinarily strong. You 
should be able to weather one more. But I can't read 
your desire, such is your current state. What do you 
want?

'Can't you guess? You turned me into a woman before. I 
want to know what it's like. Make me a woman. Then make 
love to me.'

'No. That would be too hazardous to your psyche. You 
nearly lost yourself when I did it before, just at the 
threat of being penetrated.'

'That was different', I argued. 'I was panicking. I was 
about to be raped. I was afraid. Here and now, I'm safe. 
I'm comfortable. Please... I just want to know.'

Somehow I talked her into it. She turned back into a 
fairy and started flying around, and I felt myself 
changing. As I became smaller, the silk bindings reacted 
as though alive, keeping me bound tight to the tree.

'Can... can I see myself?'

Moire gestured, and the mist in front of me turned solid 
and reflective, and I could see the damsel in distress 
that I'd become.

My hair was the same colour, a very dark brown. My eyes 
were the same; a dark, deep blue. Otherwise, I was 
unrecognizable. As a man, my looks were average. As a 
woman, I was sensational. 'Is this... what I looked like 
before?' Moire nodded.

No wonder male Laura couldn't resist me. I looked at 
Moire, and saw that she was shifting her own shape. I 
gasped as the fairy became Adonis. My new body was 
reacting to the sight. I could feel the fist starting to 
form in my chest again.

He was beautiful, and he was kissing me... caressing me. 
I closed my eyes, but I couldn't stop a pair of tears 
forming tracks down my cheeks. He untied me, but I was 
still helpless in his arms. Slowly he lowered me to the 
'ground.'

He splayed me, opened me, and I was in turmoil. Part of 
me was ashamed, the rest wanted to beg for his cock. I 
couldn't talk, couldn't think, and I knew I'd made a 
terrible mistake. The essential 'me' was drowning in a 
female ocean. I was fraying, just as Moire had 
predicted.

Then he was inside me, fucking me gently and slowly, and 
it was so good, and so bad, and so much I couldn't... 
couldn't hold... my... thoughts. I was splintering; the 
'me' was like a shattered raft trying to ride out a 
storm.

I went away. From a tremendous distance, I heard myself 
crying uncontrollably. Then I felt a hand on my cheek, 
gentle and warm, and a voice whispering, 'Farewell... 
George.'

***

I sat up with a start. My mouth was wide open in a 
silent cry. I was hyperventilating. I was covered in 
sweat which I knew was only partly due to the heat.

A dream. A nightmare. Had to be. Didn't it?

I stood and ran out of the bedroom. I was already 
starting to forget details. I had to write this up. It 
was too important to lose. I had to write it up.

I knocked at Laura's office door. It was ajar. Laura was 
working on something.

'Oh, hi, George. I'm really busy right now... can it 
wait?'

'No. There's something I've got to tell you. It's very 
important.'

The door closed behind me with a slight, definite click.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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