by Moshe Harel
She paused to let the others absorb her words. her face turning more somber.
“Unfortunately, something happened eons ago that made the male fairies physically incompatible with the female ones. Whatever caused this is a mystery, but the result is very clear. Brian, do you care to transform with no preparation, and then fly around the room, giving each girl a fair chance to see a male fairy for the first time?”
Brian complied. He transformed, eliciting some surprise cries from the nearest girls. He then flew around, fluttering in place in front of each and every girl, giving her ample chance to notice the huge organ, before he landed at my side and regained his human form. “It was quite embarrassing, showing this to each girl. I wouldn’t have done it had I not been convinced it was important enough,” he whispered to me. His human penis was still nicely erect, making me want nothing more than to shove it inside me.
Gran continued. “As you could all see, a female fairy cannot survive copulation with a male sporting such an organ. That’s why the two genders had kept their distance since that change happened, but now, one of my most talented pupils and her husband found a way to overcome the problem. Please demonstrate, Brian.”
He cast the shrinking spell, turning his nice erection into a joke. Some girls even laughed outright. He then transformed once again. This time, his sex organ was in the right proportion to his body and delectably fit for mine, in fairy form. Once again he flew around, letting each girl see the difference for herself. By the time he came back to my side, I could refrain no longer. I promptly transformed and quickly joined him in the air, copulating in full view of everybody without minding it at all. It was quick and rough, yet we stayed connected long after he filled me for the second time, before transforming back into our human forms.
“That was a very educational demonstration,” Gran told us with a twinkle in her eyes. She then turned back to the group.
“As you could all see, the copulation didn’t harm my granddaughter at all, not even when done twice in a row, and Brian’s penis is back to normal, and doesn’t seem any worse for the effort. Like everything else, when so small, all actions are much faster. While such an intensive sex session would have taken at least half an hour in their human form, it lasted only a few seconds in fairy form. This different speed also applies to other aspects of life. A fairy can give birth to her baby in ten to twelve days after conception, and the baby is more developed than human babies. If you contemplate changing into a fairy to speed your pregnancies, though, you should know that the baby cannot transform until it reaches maturity, which is at about two years, and it needs breastfeeding for over a year. Unless you plan on living in the fairy realms for several years, you should carry your pregnancies as women. It will also be safer from a social point of view.”
I could see some girls showing disappointment. Knowing how difficult pregnancy may be for a woman, it was natural to want it as short as possible, yet not when endangering the baby.
“Now, after you’ve all seen Brian in his fairy form, I believe it is fair to let him see your fairy forms. Let’s all transform now.”
A moment later, we were all in fairy form again, with Brian in his safe proportions. As they all marched in front of us (Gran included), I thought they all looked very sexy. Brian’s erection seemed to agree with my assessment, yet he turned to me. I didn’t need more than a glance at him to understand and comply gladly, having another sex session with him. This time, it seemed to be even better than usual. I felt as if I was surrounded by a golden haze, as if we were both glowing, although I couldn’t really pay attention to anything but the two of us sharing our love with each other. I wasn’t even sure it was true. It could just as well be a feeling or a mental state.
Gran was standing near us, with the rest of the group surrounding us, when we finished. “As you could see, when in fairy form, their copulation didn’t look sped up at all, although, if you look at the clock on that wall, it was just as fast. Our understanding of time changes with our size.”
She turned to us. “As for you two, you are now mated for life. Having mated three consecutive times in fairy form in the presence of other fairies makes you magically mated, as evidenced by the way your bodies glowed when you reached your peaks. Neither of you can copulate with anybody else as long as you both live. You will still need to get married in your human form for this to become legitimate.”
Gran continued explaining various things, but my mind had only one thought filling it and my heart was overflowing with emotions. We’re mated for life. We’re officially a couple. I felt like I would gladly get impregnated by Brian right then, but I had to quench that desire. I was still too young in the human world to become a mother.
Brian also seemed a bit overwhelmed. “We’re a couple . . .” he mumbled, taking my hand in his, yet still looking as if he didn’t really understand. He then smiled suddenly, as the idea seemed to finally settle in his mind. “We’re mated, which is like being married, only in the magical world. I wanted to marry you since your birthday. Now there’s nobody else for us to marry but each other. Isn’t that wonderful?”
Had anybody told me a few months earlier that I would get married even before reaching seventeen, I would have dismissed the idea. Now I found that I really liked it. I answered Brian as enthusiastically as he asked. “Yes, It’s wonderful, and I want us to get married as soon as we finish high school.”
“We will. Oh, I love you so much!”
He hugged me tightly and I hugged him as well, soon turning this into another sex session. I felt really sorry that I couldn’t let myself get pregnant already. I really wanted to carry Brian’s child. Well, it would have to wait for two more years.
We had lunch in our fairy form. It was a lot of fun that way, and we only ate minuscule portions, as appropriate for our size. I thought that this could also help a young fairy survive even with no regular income, as the small portions made us quite full, and we didn’t feel any different about that when transforming back to human form. I also felt that human food was less satisfying in fairy form. Gran confirmed my feelings. “In your fairy form, you need much smaller amounts of proteins, as your bodies are already at or near their full sizes, yet you need much more energy for flying. These needs make flower nectar very suitable as our main food, containing only small amounts of proteins and fats and a lot more sugars and starch which are easily converted to energy in our bodies. While living in the fairy realm, you’ll find you don’t need meat at all and an occasional insect may give you any additional proteins you may need.”
Most girls grimaced at the thought of eating insects. I tried to think of it logically. I had already seen rats eating some insects. As fairies, we were not much larger than rats. Eating regular meat seemed illogical, as even a single steak or hamburger was more than our whole group could eat in a week. Even small birds would be mostly wasted if we hunted them for meat, while insects seemed to be the right size, although not quite appetizing if still thinking in human terms.
Gran noticed the various expressions. “It will become much clearer when we go on our field trips,” she assured us.
Gran encouraged all of us to fly a bit, if only to get more comfortable in the air. Some of the girls didn’t feel too secure without something solid under their feet, although they could fly just as well as the others. I thought it was a human trait that the transformation didn’t get rid of, as I enjoyed flying as high as possible whenever I had a chance and I felt very comfortable in the air.
The afternoon was dedicated to transforming with our clothes on. Gran first gave each of us a few sets of paper clothes, not wanting to risk our regular ones. The problem when trying to transform with clothes is that one needs to concentrate on both transforming and size adjustment at the same time. Failure may cause the clothes to shrink before transforming, causing them to get ripped completely, or transforming while the clothes are staying in their original size, making them too heavy and possibly harmful for the wings. Similar pro
blems may occur during the inverse transformation. While concentration at our age is not normally very high, even younger people can concentrate well enough for a short while. It took us the rest of the afternoon and quite a few ripped paper clothes to finally master that art. Once we all managed a series of transformations without losing our clothes along the way. Gran decided to teach us another charm that could come in handy.
“I hope your clothes will not suffer any further damage when you transform, but I believe that a charm to repair tears can come quite handy even in normal life.” She proceeded by demonstrating how to mend tears in cloth or paper and then taught that.
It was actually fun, and repairing the torn paper clothing was not too difficult. I thought that ripping each other’s clothes before sex could be quite nice, as long as these were made of paper. The other girls seemed to have similar thoughts, as they all repaired the torn paper clothes and put them in their bags. Brian hid a smile. It was very obvious what the girls had in mind.
9 Fairyland
Half the summer had passed before Gran decided it was time to have us visit the fairy realms, what some legends call Avalon. Margaret and Joshua were also invited, as was their daughter, who declined.
Still, we needed some preparation first. Gran suggested a camping weekend. “While in the fairy realms, you won’t have most of the benefits of technology. Your smartphone won’t be usable, as there’s no cellular network there. You won’t even be able to charge it, as there’s no electrical network there either. It was once believed that fairies and elves couldn’t stand iron. That’s nonsense, as you already know, having touched many items of iron during the lessons. Still, we can use some of the technological advantages while in fairy realms. I want you to bring tents, flashlights, and also some canned or dried food. You’ll see that we can easily live on what the land gives us, but some of you may still prefer the kind of food you know. We shall take the coming weekend for a field trip in human form and the next for visiting the fairy realms.”
Some girls didn’t like it, as it meant at least one day without sex, yet they all understood it was important. Gran also understood them. “We shall skip Thursday and Friday, so you can enjoy your other activities instead of during the weekend.”
We used public transportation to arrive at a large natural park, not too far from our town. We then walked into the wooded area for more than an hour, until we reached a clearing between the trees.
“We shall make camp here. There’s a small creek with freshwater in that direction—” She pointed at where we could hear some water flowing. “—and we can collect some dry branches to make a fire.”
One of the girls seemed stressed. “Where can we have toilet facilities?”
Gran smiled. “Unlike others, we can transform. Change into your fairy form and then you can release yourself anywhere you like, as fairy refuses don’t smell. Make sure somebody watches over you, though, as being so small makes you vulnerable.”
The girl nodded to another. They both transformed and flew away, returning a few minutes later.
I shared a tent with Brian, as was natural for a mated couple. The other girls just stayed two in a tent. Gran had her own tent, alone. I felt sorry for her.
We had a lot of fun that weekend. After surrounding the camp with high hedges, using magic, Gran urged us to undress and stay that way the whole weekend. It was natural for me and Brian. Some girls seemed to also feel natural without clothes, yet others seemed quite reluctant, although none was still regarding Brian as an outsider. Still, most of us had never been completely nude in nature. It made us more conscious of the tenderness of our skin and of how easily we could get hurt even in human form. As we were more than half our waking time in fairy form, we were becoming acutely aware of many dangers we could not otherwise understand. We still enjoyed getting some tan, playing ball games and telling stories—all in human form, or flying between flowers, drinking their nectar and eating whatever Gran said was worth trying—in fairy form.
Brian and I also had numerous copulations in both forms. We no longer minded if we were seen or not, despite some girls making faces at our actions. I knew they were mostly jealous of not having their own boyfriends able to do the same.
We did the magical tour during the next weekend. Brian’s parents decided to join us. “It’s been a long time since we had any company there. It would be nice to be with a group of fairies,” his mother told us. I wasn’t sure how their presence could affect us, but as they already knew the magical realms, I thought that they could help us in case of danger.
Gran rented a bus to drive us all to a small forest, way out of town, where public buses didn’t go. She explained on our way. “While a portal can be opened anywhere, it’s much safer to do it as far from any population as possible.”
“Why is that?” one of the girls asked.
“Like a door, once open, traffic can pass through the portal in both directions. Despite all precautions, some magical beings may sneak out of it into this world. Most cannot survive for long here, but a few can wreak some havoc nonetheless. Opening the portal far enough from others keeps that danger to a minimum.”
“And what about our equipment? We can’t use it if it stays the same size,” one of the girls asked.
Gran smiled. “You carry it in a backpack or in your clothes, don’t you? Everything connected to you during the transition will change accordingly. You do not have to worry about it separately.”
Brian was the first to pass, and I followed him immediately. Gran was the last in, as she guarded the portal, making sure it stayed safe, and closed it behind her when she came.
As soon as I was in the magical realm, I felt a deep urge to go in a certain direction, as if something was calling me. I barely kept it under control long enough to tell Gran.
“Brian, go with her. Keep her safe. We’ll be waiting at that clearing right ahead. Make sparks fly if you find any danger.”
Gran was clearly concerned, but not quite worried. I almost ran forward, with Brian walking a step behind me. Whatever I was pulled to was quite near, I thought, as I felt it getting much stronger as we walked.
It only took us about a minute or two (as we were in fairy form, time estimates could be really off) before I felt I was at the right place. I was no longer pulled forward or backward or sideways. Instead, I felt I needed to look at the twigs and sticks that covered the ground. One stick, in particular, seemed to appeal to me. It was covered with some long strands of drying grass. I took it, along with the grass in my hand. Nothing seemed to call to me any longer. I held Brian’s hand and we soon joined our group.
“What have you found?” Gran asked me.
“Just a stick with some grass on it. I can’t understand why I felt the urge to find it and pick it.” Yet I didn’t feel like letting go of it either.
“Let me see,” she said.
I held it in my hand and gave it a good look for the first time. Considering the fact that I picked it from the ground in an ancient forest, it looked quite clean. Its thickest part was thicker than my thumb and it tapered to the thickness of my pinkie. It was roughly straight but had a coarse bark that made the drying grass stick to it. The smell of freshly wet ground was also nice, although subtle.
Gran didn’t need more than a glance to know what it was. “You’ve found your wand!” she told me happily.
“My wand?” It looked more like a twig than like the nicely polished wood of her wand or Joshua’s.
“Well, you need to work on it a bit. Take it with you, including the grass, and I’ll explain it later, when we reach a safer place.”
The forest didn’t look dangerous. Most trees were quite tall, yet spaced far enough from each other to allow some sun rays to penetrate and illuminate the ground, which was covered with fallen leaves, grasses, and flowers. I could hear some chirping in the distance but I saw no living being except for our group. It felt more like going on a picnic than traveling dangerous lands, yet just passing near a
flower that reached my shoulder made me realize how vulnerable we all were there, armed only with our magic.
Gran led the way. We followed her in a single thread, with Joshua picking the back position while Margaret positioned herself in the middle. I hadn’t seen them talk with Gran about it, but they seemed to be aware of the possible dangers and were taking defensive measures almost instinctively.
It took us some time to reach a small clearing, where some stones seemed to be arranged in a wide circle, each providing a comfortable seat for a fairy. It was clearly not a natural formation, yet it was not intended for our group either, as there were more than forty such seats. Gran waved her hand, making several of the seats move closer, forming a circle with the exact number of seats we needed. I felt a stirring inside me, as if I was recognizing the magic used and remembering how to do it.
Gran waved us all to sit down. Still, Joshua and Margaret sat facing out. Gran moved her hand, creating a clear area in the middle, with only some grass as a cushion, and signed to me to move there. I thought I knew what she had in mind. I sat on the grass, in the full view of our club members, and put the stick in front of me, although I felt reluctant to let it out of my hand.
“Pay attention, everyone, as I may not be around when you find your own wands.” Gran waited until everybody’s attention was attracted and then talked to me, making sure everybody else heard it all as well. “Your wand is now in its virgin state, unshaped and unused. It looks like a broken branch, which it actually is, right now. You must shape it to become a useful wand. You’ve seen mine and Joshua’s already. Can you tell me what you think you should do?”
I didn’t need much thought. “I should polish it, remove all rough spots, and make it pleasant to hold.” I thought a bit more. “I think I should also embed the grass somehow, but I don’t know how.”
Gran smiled at me. “Some wands have spiral marks along them. You could wind the grass around the stick and use your magic to fuse them before giving your wand its finish. Use your imagination to find the right form of positioning the grass against the wood, as it’s very individual.”