The Pink Lab: Call of the Faeries 3: Pt. 7

A full transformationa waits as Bailey finds Colin all alone...

Colin's hands rested on the silver hoops that drove his chair. At home, he would have access to the motorized one. Out here, he was alone and hobbled by the more cumbersome manual wheelchair. He thought back on his H class, the one where he’d first met Chastity. The one that guided him to this road in the middle of these old, dark woods. He contemplated rolling back to the RV, pulling himself inside, and locking the doors behind him. Every second ticking by was another twist of fear in his guts. 

“Fuck it,” he hissed into the dark and spun the chair. 

Baileys stood behind him, grinning in the most unnerving way. Her hands hung loose at her sides and her eyes were feral. 

“Bailey!”

“I thought Andi would be here,” she said. 

There was a dreamy quality to her voice that disturbed Colin. The chair moved unconsciously away from Bailey. She looked high and crazed, he thought, and a little bit dangerous. 

“She went looking for you. Into the woods.”

“Oh, good. Mother will find her, then. We were going to come find you, too. I have such good news, Colin.”

She approached. Her legs were bare and her blouse was traded for a loose dress. There was no bra beneath by the sway of Bailey’s breasts and the deep plunger of the pale dress she wore. The hem was frayed as if she’d found it in a pile of leaves. In the light thrown by the RV, Colin saw flowers threaded through her hair like white explosions against the dirty blond waves.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I’m perfect. And you can be, too. You will be. Let me show you, Colin.”

He couldn’t get away in time. She was suddenly mere inches away from him, her hands on the arms of his chair. She leaned close. A strong fragrance filled his senses and he shut his eyes against a sudden sting, like particles in the air. When he opened them again, she was almost touching his nose with the tip of hers. Wild eyes danced with a golden light, staring into his. She lowered to kiss him and he was lost in it at once. 

In his mind, it was Chastity, tawny skin and the perfect slender build. It was she who ran fingers through Colin’s hair and teased his tongue with her own. She was the one climbing the chair, straddling it. He wrapped his arms around her, sliding down her waist to her hips, wide and wanting. She reached between them, unzipping his pants. 

His accident left him paralyzed from the waist down. An erection might happen, but he never felt it. His physical responses were bereft of feeling. But not this time. He felt all of Bailey’s touch as she freed his cock and coaxed it into a sturdy monument to his lust. Bailey’s kisses were hungrier, guiding his uncircumcised length into her in a slow descent. 

Colin curled fingers into Bailey’s hips, pulling her down, driving himself deeper. He glided with her lubrication, a wet sleeve holding and caressing him. Bailey rolled those maternal hips while squeezing the length of him. Colin’s hands crept higher.

She was really moving now, pumping him, blinding him with the nearing climax. She felt perfect around his cock, and he cupped a heavy breast. He had an urge to latch on, to drink from her. Her nipples stood up under the loose dress. Hands moving higher still, and he found strange stalks protruding from Bailey’s back. 

While he stared up at her, she rode him with abandon. Behind her, gossamer wings unfurled and fluttered, a sprinkle of particulate light shaking free like moth dust. 

“Oh yes,” she purred, blossoming while she fucked Colin like a rose opening its petals.

It was majestic and erotic and Colin watched it happen while real magic boiled inside him, carried to every cell of his body as he breathed and tasted the fruits of the fae world. Their bodies moved together and Colin felt all of her in every cell of his body. Nerves dead for years woke to electric pleasure. So lost was he in the numbing white-hot bliss, he hardly noticed when his cock shrank inside Bailey, who lifted away from him. She was hovering, wings fluttering behind her. She was laughing at him, but not in a cruel way. It was joyous laughter, he knew, because he was changing. 

“Pretty,” she said, a sound like chimes brushed by the wind.

Colin rose from the chair, the loose jeans sliding down legs slim and hairless. His hands, more delicate and longer than they had been before, pulled at his shirt and opened it wide. The skin beneath was smooth, and his normally ruddy skin faded into an alabaster cream that glowed under the moonlight. Hair spilled down, cascading in loose white curls. 

Bailey clapped her hands together as she saw her friend become something entirely new.

Colin was losing himself. 

His body lit with pleasure as it changed into this more feminine form. The moment his penis curled into his body and a sensitive and hungry vagina appeared between his legs, he nearly surrendered to the urges. Whispering voices told him to give in and allow himself to become one with these creatures. They were not human, there was no morality or desire for anything other than pleasure and mischief. And Mother. Oh, how Mother called to him, made honey promises to him. Inside him, a voice called back. Moonlight, she was called. And Moonlight wanted to fill in all the empty spaces left as Colin clawed at some ethereal wall to remain himself, to control his body, even as the body he knew disappeared and became fae.

Bailey flew to him on her delicate wings and took Colin’s face in her hands. She kissed him, a lewd kiss of welcome, for he wa sone of them. This was his last thought as all awareness added.

It was Moonlight who hovered with Bailey - no, Meadow, that was her fae name - and chased another kiss. It was long and tongue-filled, and hands wandered to taste new curves. When it was done, they giggled together and flew into the darkness, toward home and Mother.