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The Changeling
by Tail Spinner (tailspinner80@yahoo.com)

***

A young girl finally finds the magical people she's 
looked for all her life and learns that she has a 
special role to fill. Or does she? (Mf, ped, 1st, 
fantasy)

***

In ancient days, a Changeling was a fairy child 
secretly left in place of a human child. 

Kate was 11 years old and had always been fascinated by 
tales of fairies and elves. She longed to find some of 
these tiny, magical creatures for real. Her family was 
big into camping – every vacation involved an 
expedition to some out of the way woodsy spot, the more 
desolate the better. Kate would take these vacations as 
a chance to search for her beloved fairies. You never 
know, she reasoned, if you don't look, you'll never 
find.

So that's how she found herself alone in the deep 
woods, several miles from the nearest human. Or so she 
thought. In reality, she was being closely watched – 
even stalked. The watcher noticed that the girl was 
lovely. Slim, but not skinny. Her body was just at that 
stage when a girl begins to blossom into womanhood. The 
breasts are budding, a slight swell to the loins and a 
flare to the hips.

The baby fat has mostly gone, leaving an oval swelling 
around the belly and a delicious curve to the ass. Her 
long red hair was in a ponytail, hanging down to her 
mid-back underneath her Yankees cap. A tight white t-
shirt and snug-fitting blue jeans over Nike cross-
trainers and white athletic socks completed the picture 
of loveliness moving gracefully through the forest.

Her leaf-green eyes were scanning the forest with 
practiced skill while she easily flitted silently 
through the brush. Although she was skilled at moving 
through the woods, she was no match for the tracker now 
following her. There was a small glade surrounding a 
pond that she was aiming for. Her studies had taught 
her that fairies and elves loved cool, lush greenery in 
the deepest forest, so these were the places she always 
sought out when she went on her hikes.

When she finally arrived at her secret little meadow, 
she was hot and sweaty. She spent a few minutes 
searching the shore and surrounding greenery for signs 
of the beings she so longed to find. As she did so, she 
talked quietly to herself – and to them, if they were 
listening – explaining that she meant them no harm, she 
only wished to meet them and become their friends.

"C'mon, little elves! I know you're out here somewhere. 
It's me! Kate! I'm your friend – I would never hurt 
you. I'd never even tell anyone you were HERE! I just 
want to know you're real. You must be." She continued 
her commentary, just in case. Finally, hot, tired, and 
frustrated, she sat on a small little log that was 
jutting into the pond. Completely satisfied that she 
was alone, she decided to cool off a little bit.

The watcher was silent as she quickly stripped down to 
her panties. He thought she was even more beautiful 
without the fabric covering the raw beauty of her 
developing form. Kate looked at the rather muddy log 
and slipped out of her panties, setting them down on 
the neatly folded pile of clothes set upon the grass. 
The sprinkling of fine red hairs above her slit served 
only to accentuate her sex. She sat and soaked her 
tired feet for a few moments, enjoying the feel of the 
cool breeze on her skin and the warm sunshine on her 
face.

Then she heard the Voice.

"Do not be afraid, Kate." She sat up, opening her eyes 
and trying to see into the dim forest. The bright 
sunshine had ruined any chance she had of doing so. The 
voice was deep, mystical – and it knew her name!

Her heart was hammering in her chest – could it be? Had 
she finally found her fairies? She had completely 
forgotten that she was naked.

"Do you know why you have sought us out, Kate?" the 
Voice asked.

"I've always loved you! I want to meet you! I knew you 
were real!" Her spirits soared! They WERE real! She 
kept looking for the source of the voice, but it seemed 
to be coming from all around her – and she couldn't see 
into the deep shadow of the forest.

"No, Kate. It is because you are one of us."
"What?" She was stunned.

"Kate, our people – the people of the forests, the 
flowers, and the vines – have long hidden from men. Men 
have sought us out for cruelty and for enslavement or 
for sport. But there are some few who have longed for 
companionship, and truly, this is our desire as well. A 
very long time ago, we decided to merge our peoples 
together."

"Huh? How?"

"We selected from our number, the strongest in magic 
and in woodscraft to seek out the best of young human 
women and to place within them, our seed. That seed 
would lay dormant until that woman took a human mate. 
When her mate started a new life within her body, our 
seed would merge with that life. When the woman gave 
birth, she gave birth to a changeling – not fully 
human, not fully fairy. Now, Kate, do you know why you 
have sought us out?"

"I'm…I'm a Changeling?"

"Yes, Kate. But there is more."

"What?"

"Kate, in order for the magic to work, the mating 
between human and fairy must be that woman's first 
mating. You are a virgin, Kate."

She blushed and suddenly realized that she was naked. 
"Ummm... Yes." She covered herself with her hands. Gee, 
this Voice knew ALL about her.

The Voice laughed. "Dear Kate, there is no point to 
covering yourself. We have watched you for some time."

"Well, I think I will anyway, thank you very much." She 
sassed back. 

"Very well. Kate, now is your time to help your 
people."

"How?"

"Kate, we have selected your first mating. Now we will 
place our seed within your body so that when you take a 
human mate, our people will continue."

"uh…Um…I'm too young. I'm only eleven."

"No, Kate. Age matters little to our people. You have 
been brought here and we have revealed ourselves to you 
for this purpose. You need not be afraid, Kate – The 
mating is pleasurable and our seed will not quicken 
within you until you take a human mate."

"Wha-what do I have to do?" she realized she was 
trembling. She didn't think she was quite ready for sex 
yet, but how could she say no? Her people needed her. 
And they were real!

"Are you ready to see your mate?"

"I-I guess. Are you small? Can you fly?"

Laughter. "No, Kate. I have assumed a form and size 
very much like your own – I must in order for us to 
mate."

"Okay. I'm ready." She wasn't, but she didn't think 
that saying so would get her very far. She looked 
again, and there was a rustling in the ferns and a 
tall, naked man stepped into the sunlight. She stared. 
He was handsome. Dark, long hair with bright blue eyes. 
He was strong. 

Her eyes tracked down from his smooth chest to... She 
had never seen a penis before and this one was 
impressive. Perhaps 5" long and 3" around and soft, 
dangling over a very large sack. She swallowed as he 
stood in the sunlight like a god.

"Uh, uh..." She couldn't take her eyes off his groin. 
"Um, aren't you too old for me?"

"No, Dear Kate. I am many hundreds of seasons old, but 
that is the way of our people. Come to me." He held his 
hand out and she stood up on trembling legs and walked 
towards him.

She took his hand and he guided her into a small sun 
dappled glade a short way from the pond. She felt as 
though she were moving in a dream – this couldn't 
really be happening. It was like some sort of fantasy 
book, not real life. He turned to face her and held her 
face in her hands. Softly he kissed her, his hands 
stroking her neck and breasts.

She shivered at his touch – his fingers brushing 
lightly across her chest, gently brushing her nipples, 
then trickling down her tummy to tease the fine hairs 
above the gentle swelling of her mound. His kisses 
moved across her face, her throat, and her breasts 
until she finally sank to her knees with a groan of 
pure pleasure.

How long this went on, she could never recall. To her 
mind, it seemed an eternity passed in the soft grass, 
warm sunshine and cool shadows playing across her skin 
as her magical lover touched, kissed, licked, and 
suckled at her most delicate places. One moment his 
mouth was at her breast, the next his fingers were 
teasing between her legs, and then his cheek was 
brushing hers while he caressed her back, their chests 
pressed together.

She felt like she was on fire. Her breath was coming in 
ragged gasps and her hips were bucking with every soft 
touch of his fingers or lips. She wanted…something. She 
wanted him to touch her more, especially between her 
legs. She felt so empty! 

Finally, with gentle pressure and stroking caresses, he 
coaxed her onto her hands and knees. Her conscious mind 
may not have known quite what to do, but her body 
reacted with millennia of instinct. Her legs spread 
slightly and she raised her hips and lowered her head, 
opening herself to her mate.

Her mind was lost in a swirl of sensations, scents, and 
confusions as she felt him move between her legs. His 
weight was upon her back and his arms were on either 
side of hers, enveloping her. There was a firm pressure 
at her opening – a gentle parting of her lips causing 
her to moan and a deep shiver to run down her spine. 
This was it! She was going to do it! Slowly she felt a 
white-hot spear impale her. Forever afterwards, she 
could replay every moment in her mind. 

The pressure – at first unbearable as her tight vaginal 
walls slowly opened to allow the invader into her body. 
Then, as he paused his intrusion, she could feel 
herself relax deep inside and then accept him, allow 
him, caress him. And then, more! How long this first 
penetration lasted she again had no idea. Minutes? 
Hours? Days? Did time even have meaning here? Finally 
she realized that he was fully inside her. She could 
feel the warmth and the occasional twitch of his penis 
buried deeply inside of her body. 

Kate was panting with need and with pleasure. This 
rock-hard rod buried in her body felt wonderful, but 
she needed more. She began to roll her hips, to press 
back at the man on her back, to drive his penis deeper 
into her. Instead, she felt him begin to withdraw and 
she felt a sudden stab of panic. It couldn't be over! 
No! She wanted him to stay! She clenched herself 
against his withdrawal, whimpering, begging him to 
return to his deepest penetration. 

Just when she thought that he would pull completely 
from her body, leaving her empty and barren, he surged 
deeply within her again and she cried out in surprised 
pleasure. Wantonly, she pushed back against him, 
demanding more.

Kate's world began to dissolve. She was gasping for 
breath as the man on her back thrust into her again and 
again and again. She was seeing spots in front of her 
eyes and thought sure that she would die – but she 
couldn't stand to stop. Suddenly, she felt a swelling 
within her body – the hot spear that was driving her to 
madness swelled to an impossible dimension and began 
twitching, the tip buried against the back wall of her 
vagina.

Kate gasped, her eyes flew open and her pupils dilated 
as she felt liquid fire spreading from his hardness 
into her belly. With her downward angle, she was sure 
she felt it running quickly into her womb – his seed, 
his life, her future child! At that realization, Kate 
cried out in unbearable pleasure. Her back arched, her 
every muscle trembling, she felt her inner walls 
grasping at the invader, milking him, drawing from him 
every possible drop of essence. Gurgling incoherently 
as her climax took her, Kate finally passed out 
completely.

When she awoke, she found that she had no idea how much 
time had passed. She was alone, lying naked on the 
grass in a sun-dappled glade, surrounded by a lush 
forest. She could hear the gentle lapping of water a 
short distance away. She felt deliciously exhausted and 
sore. 

She rolled onto her back, feeling the memory of her 
encounter between her legs, and she reached down to 
assure herself that it had really happened. Her hand 
came back damp and sticky with a mixture of bright red 
blood and her own moisture. She realized that her 
virginity was forever gone and wiped her hand on the 
grass. 

Finally, she shakily got to her feet and went to the 
pond. She washed herself, carefully, for she was sore, 
and because she wanted to take no chance that she would 
wash out any of the precious, magical seed so recently 
planted within her womb.

She dressed herself and began the walk back to her 
parent's camp. She would need to keep this secret from 
them – from the entire world. Only other fairies might 
know – and of course her child whenever he or she was 
born. She hoped it would be a girl so that she might 
also carry one of her people one day. 

Her parents had no idea what had happened to their 
little girl. They knew that she had a wonderful time 
this particular vacation, and chalked it up to good 
family quality-time.

Kate still looked for fairies and elves, of course – 
her people as she believed. It was some time before she 
realized that she never even knew her mate's name. It 
was years before she wondered if he were real, or if 
she had dreamed the entire encounter. 

Only in her most secret fears did she wonder if her 
mate were some human man who had simply taken advantage 
of a young girl or if he were really a magical being. 
She would always convince herself that the event was so 
magical that he had to be magical himself.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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