Finding My Place
I shiver with enthusiasm as I dip feet first into a hot spring I had discovered within a vast, majestic forest. My sore body, exhausted from the days of travel by foot, exhales in relief. I feel encased in the warmth surrounding me, every muscle and aching bone melting away to the point I feel at one with the therapeutic water.
It has been such a long journey now I had forgotten the feeling of just letting go. All I’ve felt lately is worry. Did I make the right decision leaving home and going on this journey of self-discovery? What exactly am I looking for?
Will I ever find my place in this world?
I continue to reflect on my journey as I dip myself underneath the water till only the top half of my head remains. The thick scent of the water’s minerals tickles my nostrils, the aroma taking me far away into a meditative state.
When I was growing up in LaMoure, North Dakota, a small town miles away from any large city, I felt even more isolated than the town. I was raised by my mom to believe I was special, like a snowflake unique among snowflakes she’d always say. In my younger years I stupidly believed that. Right before middle school that all changed when my mother died. With mom no longer around to keep a tight rein on my insufferable dad, he hoped to decide everything for me, wanting me to take on the family business on the farm. It devastated me, someone who always felt like they were heading for something different. I often made excuses to escape the farm work, like being too weak to handle it. My dad knew better and that I was more than capable, so on the farm I worked.
I kept to myself at school, buried in my books—travel books mostly. They were my escape in those tiring days. Once I was old enough to leave, I did. I was now a wanderer, traveling from city to city, following whatever path caught the glimmer in my eye. Many were promising, none of them stuck. I’d love to leave my mark, but what can I possibly bring to the world? What makes me unique?
I feel like I might be on to something though. I noticed a trend along my travels, a love for nature—a love for the forests of the Northwest in particular. Now I am finally here, out in the middle of nowhere in a seemingly untouched stretch of wilderness. Did I really hike for 5 days straight!? Phew.
I rise up out of the water about waist high and look down at myself. I’m just an average woman, nothing stands out; a simple, modest body—maybe a tad husky from working the farm. But look at how far this simple body has taken me. Something is clearly driving me further into this forest. It feels different this time, like my goal is within reach.
The wildlife around me is something out of a fantasy novel. The twisting vines, some as thick as my arms, look foreign to this region. The flowers look larger than normal, though not nearly as big as one might find in a rainforest. They look mighty impressive though, their colors giving off an almost faint glow. The air here feels thick with honey. I can almost taste it.
I feel like I was called here by the forest. Well… here I am!
A smile crosses my face and I arch my head up towards the canopy. The bird calls are more beautiful than any concerto, certainly more soothing than a rooster’s call. The bird’s songs are echoing serenely from tree to tree in a way that I can almost follow their paths.
“Hmm… what’s that?”
A glittering speck of light followed by a trail of smaller glimmering lights zips about in an unusual manner above me. More of its kind appears—a gathering of bizarre yellow orbs. They’re coming closer. Wait, they aren’t just lights. No, the closer they get the more I can see their true shape. Glowing… tiny humans... what the!?
Laughter encircles me and I close my eyes and put my hands up. They came up on me so fast it startled me. This laughter… like children in a schoolyard.
I slowly reveal my face.
“H-hello? Who’s there?”
Their illuminated bodies dimming, they reveal themselves to me.
“Hee, hee. We are the protectors of this forest!”
Unbelievable, they’re little people—all girls—no bigger than a small doll, with insect like wings of different varieties. Their outfits are leotards and fine-looking gowns made from various plants—flower petals bordering their skirts and small vines wrapped around their leaf leggings. There are some with horns on their heads giving devilish, yet playful smirks and others without the horns, giving bright, youthful expressions.
“Are… Are you all?”
“Fairies!? Why yes we are!” a red-haired one replies.
Every time one talks it is met with a flourish of giggles. This can’t be real can it? Am I actually talking with fairies?
Their curious smiles are infectious, I can’t resist grinning myself. My own smile brings more laughter.
“You all are adorable. I—oh, crud I’m naked!”
I stumble out of the water in embarrassment.
“Hee, hee. It’s alright! You look beautiful!” A fairy says to me while summersaulting in mid-air.
“Yeah, why hide it” one of the devilish fairies adds.
Heh, alright. I guess its fine. I place myself just on the outside of the spring. Only my feet kick about under the water.
“I can’t believe you all are real?”
“As real as the trees! We used to be aaalll over the world. Wherever there was a grand gathering of trees and flowers we were there to nourish them. We help them grow!” an excited fairy explained.
A grumpy fairy bumps into the one telling its tale and says, “Yeah, but thanks to you humans we are done for! The more forests you kill, the more of us die with them!”
A collective gasp rings out amongst the colony of fairies. Their faces turn somber.
The cutest fairy of them all hovers near me.
“You seem to really love nature lady?”
Well that was out of nowhere, but I suppose it’s true.
“Uh, yeah suppose I do. I’ve never felt more relaxed in my life. You all have a lovely home. You keep it looking this beautiful all on your own?”
“Yup,” the cute fairy replies. “With the energy we gather we plant seeds and bring life to new trees, flowers, it’s all created by us!”
That would explain the unnatural beauty of this place compared to everything else I passed on the way here. It sticks out like a sore thumb… or a good thumb. Heh.
The cute fairy’s expression turns sad, like the weight of reality had come crashing down onto its shoulders. It’s a look I’m all too familiar with.
“But…” the fairy sniffs while fighting back tears. “The nasty humans are cutting down our home now. They keep getting closer each day. It won’t be long until they get to us here.”
“That’s awful! Haven’t you tried talking to them?”
“Hmph. They never listen.” A devilish fairy scoffs. “Only one with a true love for nature can see us. You’re the first human we’ve talked to in ages.”
Another fairy flies up close to my face, so close I have to lean back a bit. She stares excitedly into my eyes.
“Oh but we saw you!” she cries out. “You looove nature don’t you lady? We saw you basking in our spring; you appreciate our home. The way you looked in the spring it… reminded me of our Queen! Hee, hee!
“Queen…?”
“Yes, our Queen. She was the one who watched over us and protected us from the humans. The Queens of old were much more powerful than her, but she did her best. She just...”
Oh dear, so their Queen must have died.
The fairy zips away from my face and loops back into the crowd with its sisters.
A devilish fairy laughs and says, “Hah, the forest is calling out for you.” She looks down at the spring I was in. “That spring was where our Queen used to bathe. It’s special. It allows any living thing to connect with the forest.”
I get up to my feet and begin to backup. Something feels off. What are they talking about? All I was doing was admiring the sights, nothing more. I wasn’t communicating with nature or anything.
A bubbly fairy spins around in joy and says, “Your energy was blooming! Hee, hee. Your connection with the forest is much stronger than even our Queen’s! I’ve never seen a human like you before!”
Okay, I feel like I’m getting wrapped up in something I shouldn’t. They all look so damn happy though, so why do I feel like… like there is something lurking beneath those smiles. The more they talk to me the more forced their smiles look, like they’re holding something back. When I look at them now… all I can see are those smiles. Their eyes and everything else are shrouded in darkness. It’s like they’re planning something.
“I… have to leave.”
My campsite isn’t too far away. I’ll just get dressed and head out.
A fairy tugs at my left arm.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“I gotta go. Sorry.”
“But won’t you even try?” another fairy questions as it grabs hold of my right arm.
“Try what!? Ugh, darn it let me go!”
These little buggers are stronger than they look.
“Your energy is special lady! You are the only one who can help us!”
Dozens of fairies surround me on all sides. I hear giggling drowning out scheming whispers. I can make out some of it though. Something about a new Queen, that they still have some ancient power stored within their bodies. They’re not sure if it’ll work. What work!? Ugh, why can’t I break free of… huh?
A fairy hovers close to my ear and whispers with impish delight, “Please lady, won’t you be our Queen?
What? I look at my arms where the fairies have clung to me.
“H-huh? Huh, Ahhh!”
The fairies are melting away into a pile of skin colored slime! I shake my arms vigorously as I back into a tree. It won’t come off! This mushy gunk is stuck to my arm! I rub my slime covered arms together, but to no avail. It has fused with the skin!
I feel the shapelessness of my arms, a warm, shifting mess atop my bones and muscle. No, even my bones feel soft now. My arms, they’re sloping down like a limp noodle at the elbows! This can’t be happening!?
“No! Nooo! What’s happening!?”
The fairies’ giggles almost cover the sound of my screams. These devils, what are they doping to me?
Augh, more!? More of them are clinging to my naked body. Their small, stubby fingers are tickling me and reaching into me. It seems so easy for them, as if my body was made of dough. They’re all over my back… they’re crawling on my chest! Up my legs! Wait, no, not there! Agh why are you shoving yourself inside my vag—ahn!
“Stop it! Uhn... Stop sticking your hands inside me!”
A perverted fairy just shoved itself up my pussy! Oh god, it burst inside me! I can feel the slime wriggling around, ahn, noo… ugh, it’s so warm. This is sick!
I feel heavy, I can’t move. Why won’t my legs move!? My legs… the fairies are melting away into them, all the extra mass is making me heavier. My legs can’t even hold a proper shape anymore! Wherever they fuse with me, my body becomes an amorphous shape of what it once was. I can actually feel the sludgy mass slipping against my bones as it shifts about without purpose! No… no it has a purpose... I can tell. It is trying to find its shape; its fickle movements are it thinking of what it should become. Every twitch and pulsation is devouring a bit more of my former body. Yet, I feel the slime as if it is my own body!
Whatever this is, it finds my body... imperfect.
They just keep coming, just keep covering me with their bodies, touching me with their filthy hands until every inch of me is covered in this mucus. God, it’s like they’re playing with the surface of my skin like some children splashing in a puddle.
“Get your hands off me!! Aghh!!”
Two fairies fusing with my breasts explode into a mess, and my boobs get tugged and pulled into kicking, shapeless muck upon my torso, struggling to keep a round shape. My entire backside feels slick and heavy. I slack against the tree, my body feeling defeated. I’m completely covered, aside from my head, in a cocoon of fairy gunk. My body is a hideous sight.
I burst into tears.
“Help. Somebody… WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?”
One of the fairies not diving onto my body cheers, “I can’t believe it is working! Hee, hee. Your body is taking extremely well to the ancient’s energy! You’ll make such a powerful Queen!”
“Screw you! I’m not your Queen!”
The fairy turns cocky and replies, “Tsk, tsk. Keep telling yourself that lady. Your aura doesn’t lie. You were meant for this.”
The slimy skin around my neck bubbles up beneath my jaw. I’m almost completely covered!
Two fairies launch themselves at my face. My screams are muffled as their bodies begin to melt before my eyes. The gunk floods my eyes; all I see now is darkness. My mouth is filling with a thick, warm mush reminiscent of creamy mashed potatoes. It’s traveling down my throat, completely plugging me. My screams can still somehow reach the opening of my mouth, which is being pulled apart in a formless manner. I feel my eyeballs rolling about amongst the slimy surface of my face, my skull softening and pressing against my brain. My entire body is now a mold.
The slime is moving differently now, my body is pulsating and seizing! Every inch of me is jerking to life. My bones!? My bones are changing. I can actually feel them reshaping!
“Mmmm! Mmphh!”
I can faintly hear a few fairies giggling. It is hard to hear with all this sludge where my ears used to be.
My body kicks forward, hips rattling and popping! My legs won’t stop shaking! I swing myself around and hold tight to the tree for support. The scent of its bark just barely reaches my nostrils, slightly comforting me. My mind is so fuzzy—I hear voices I can’t make out ringing in my head. I try my best to focus on the scent of the strong tree before me. AH!
My spine snaps into a finer arch and my hips pop out wider. Much, much wider than they were before. I can feel a draft between my growing thigh gap.
Ugh, My bones keep stretching and bending! Make it stop! When will it stop!! Oh!
It stopped. I feel… taller now. A good foot or two taller. Ugh, now my shoulders! They’re slightly broader now. Why would they need to be—gah!
My body is kicking about violently. I embrace tightly my tree; she will see me through this. I hear her soothing song in my ears. Wait, I can hear the trees?
My body is hardening—I can feel a sense of normality returning to it. Good, I can’t take being a shapeless monstrosity any longer! Save me, please!
My bottom is billowing out, my cheeks forming from the gunk as thick, firm cushions of meat. My butt-cheeks clap together several times, as they harshly swell to life—rising like loaves of bread. Each time my butt propels out larger I thump against the mighty tree I hold close. It is such an odd feeling, muscle and fat being sculpted by an invisible force into such a full, unworldly shape. I don’t need to see my bottom to know how large and well-formed it must look.
Now I feel my thighs racing to meet the extravagance of my butt. Wow, so thick, so… soft. The new skin forming on my body, I can feel its silky texture as if I were touching it with my own hands. Probably what is left of the slime sliding across it? I can feel the sensations at every point across my shifting form.
My thighs tense up several times, each time releasing and sending me sliding a bit up against my lovely tree. They’re becoming plump and massive as well. Oh my goodness, my body is screaming out for more! But do I really want this? The forest seems to celebrate it. They think I’m... beautiful? Oh my... No I’m just a simple woman, I’m—ahn! O-oh my!
The invasive slime within my quivering slit is shoving itself d-d-deeper inside m-me, Ahn! How can this feel—Hah!
N-no! No I’m a nobody! I’ve never had a purpose for anything in my life! How could I help y-ooh!
Y… yes. You are an enchanting sight to behold. I can feel your energy... I feel it growing in the pit of my tightening stomach. I’m just not sure if I can do this. I... I did not wish for this!
Hahh!! Oh no, stop it! It’s too much! Ahn!
It’s... it is finished. Hah, what a delight. My chamber is leaking...
My arms… My arms have nearly returned. Only now they look delicate in their curves, a little thicker than your typical human’s. Certainly matches the rich, buxom form I’m gaining. Hahh!!
Is it not done violating me!? I, I don’t understand. I hear your cries of pain yes, but I can’t, Hahn! This power. So… overwhelming! It’s like a bright light is enveloping my mind, hah, ahn, yes! I hear it, your passionate song! I’ve never felt such bliss before!
I raise my right leg and straddle my tree like a lover, my wet slit suckling on the bark. It deserves such affections, to awash my mind in such pleasantries. There is no doubt now, I have found my place, here among the trees, fauna, and my fairy servants! I shall protect all of you!
…I am your Queen.
It’s odd, but I can see my changing body despite my shrouded vision. An out of body vision? Or… is what I’m seeing the vision of the trees gazing down upon me?
I am one with you all now… Oh!
My body! It’s coming so quickly now! My waist is narrowing. Mmm…. a Queen must be resplendent, have no equal! For that my body must change. Oh, my tummy, it’s… hardening. Oh such a refined core! None shall be able to look away!
I sense a budding pressure in my chest. Oh, so that is why my shoulders—gahn! It’s massive! Oh, oh my!
My chest is bursting with new life! The slime is slowly receding. My impressive orbs are rising up from the grimy sea. They just keep growing! They’re succulent fruits ripening before my eyes! Larger, larger!
Treasure the sight my subjects, look upon your Queen’s birth and revel!
My mounds are firming up, jutting ever further away from my chest as magnificent teardrops of flesh. I press myself against the wood of my tree, squeezing my swollen chest tightly against it.
My nipples are grinding against your rough embrace my forest. Do you feel them? My soft, ample breasts are growing for you. The nectar of life overflows within them, enlarging them even more! The skin is stretched taut. I do not believe I can take much more! Oh dear, they are beginning to wear at your Queen’s back I’m afraid.
Ahn! My backside is brimming with vigor! Yes, give me strength to carry my royal nectar. Ugh, ohh! My core is becoming more robust, such a delightful crevice above my navel. Mmm… sturdy muscle forming beneath my shoulders. The grinding noise of my muscles lightly bulking is as serene as the sounds of nature.
This is truly the body of a Queen!
My face, it is now taking shape! Soon I shall be reborn! Oh, it is contorting in unfathomable ways. I can’t make sense of where I am! Harsh, fractures of light are coming into view. Is my sight returning? I feel my ears stretching out—pointed tips, and long, so long. The sounds of my new home are deafening! May take a moment to adjust. I can hear the farthest branches crackling in the wind as if right against my ear. I can hear the rushing waters over the mountainside. The forest is drowning my senses. The smell, sounds, the sights, yes I can see! The light breaking the canopy is as beautiful as when I first laid eyes upon it in the spring!
Hah, the skin is pulling tight! My face, it yearns for perfection! Lustrous, blond hair with blunt bangs, and locks that reach down like a weeping willow towards my bare feet dug deep into the cold, comforting dirt. A minor flush to my cheeks, like the finest of rosebuds. Lips as soft as the petals of a tulip. And my eyes… a radiant violet more captivating than amethyst.
Oh, my… my kind is—gah! Nature’s call is mingling with me once more. It is so overpowering this time. What do you want of me! What more can you give me now that I have answered your call? Hm? I have merely scratched the surface of my potential? My, what a Queen I shall be! Yes, give me as much as you can. Plant as many seeds inside me as you wish. I shall make you flourish once more!
Now let me call out to my home… my mouth is almost free…
“Oh, I hear you! I feel you! So many of you! It’s... it’s too much. I don’t know if I can, hooh, oh my! Agghh!!!”
My womb is on fire, my nectar is overflowing! My whole body from the tips of my toes to the peaks of my breasts is tingling with anticipation. I feel the vast energy of the forests taking me over!
“Haaahh! Ohhh!! Ugh! Uhhh! Oh… hoh…”
I hold tight to the tree that saw me through my rebirth. My body is baptized in the light of the woods; my feet beneath the dirt can feel the hum of every root—from the forests near Juan de Fuca, to the rocks of Yellowstone. The entirety of nature in the Northwest United States was now under my rule.
My fairy servants understandably gawk at my brilliance. I’m likely more beautiful than anything they’ve ever laid eyes on—certainly more polished than their previous Queen whom had not a sliver of my colossal power.
A fairy’s status is measured by the splendor of their wings. I can feel mine finally coming in.
I arch my back and neck up towards the sky, raising my arms up along with my emerging wings from my back. They appear as butterfly wings, rising and curving along its edges. The upper wings around my torso are orchid blue with decorative dark-blue designs spread across. The lower wings below my waist are gold like the core of an arum-lily, with designs much like my upper wings decorating them. Light shines through them like a stained-glass window, the colors made even more divine.
“Wow,” a servant of mine says. “Those wings are much prettier than our last Queen’s. They’re so big too!”
A devilish fairy cowers in fear of my splendor and says, “My Queen… you look so… powerful!”
My pointed ears level out with my eyes as I give a warm, sensual stare. There is a simmering arousal constantly present within my body.
“We are powerful my dear. We now hold command over every tree, rock, and speck of earth in this region. We shall nourish this land and create a kingdom for which nature can flourish.”
I can tell by my servants’ curious stares that they wish to fully take in their new Queen’s form. Very well then.
I smile with amusement.
“You may indulge in Us. Behold your new Queen!”
Walking through my new home, I touch the smooth leaves and steadfast branches of the towering pillars of my kingdom, my subjects circling around me, fondling my bosom and rubbing against my skin that is sticky with oils of plants. This part of the forest is magical and unwavering, human hands wouldn’t dare destroy it. But I knew better. Humans are tearing down the forest nearby and it’s only a matter of time before they reach this sanctuary.
With my awesome powers, I can create wonders of nature even more beautiful than this place. But my body can only hold so much energy. I shall need to replenish it. There is plenty to nourish myself with right here. However… there is another way.
It is said, from the withered tree, a flower blooms.
***
“Quickly Fira, hurry!” the little fairy Elva called out. “I’m not going to miss the chance to see our Queen in action!”
“I’m telling you, it isn’t that impressive.” Fira insisted. “She is simply harvesting energy.”
“I can’t help it. I hear she has been after those humans that have been cutting down trees nearby. I want to see those vermin squirm. Hee, hee!”
“As evil as ever Elva.”
The two fairies zipped through a maze of branches with lightening efficiency. They could sense the powerful energy emanating off of their Queen getting closer. They breached a hanging mess of vines and finally they saw her, in all her glory.
“There she is Fira! She has one of the humans completely under her spell.”
Elva looked on with glee, Fira with reserved reverence—she had already seen this numerous times.
Queen Faylinn, as she was called, was dressed in her most lavish attire—a gorgeous, very short, purple, see-through, sleeveless halter neck dress and veiled gown, with cleavage cutout, exposed navel, and cross-lacing. She also wore purple, see-through elbow gloves and legwear that cut off at the upper thighs and opened like a sleeve at the lower legs. Vines adorned the borders of her attire, flowers growing from them at points on her legwear and around her breast support—her breasts hanging enticingly beneath a vine turtleneck. Her hair had a French braid with large, white flowers resting above each of her ears.
She showed off a light smile as she beckoned her prey towards her, the logger hypnotized by her otherworldly visage. It wasn’t long before she had him deep into the forest, away from his co-workers. He disrobed, as did she, and they embraced in a sexual manner on the ground beneath the shade of the towering trees.
Faylinn softly spoke, “We are ready for your seed. Help Us bring new life to this land. This shall be your…” She leaned in close to the logger, her lower lips kissing the top of his erect cock. “…atonement.”
“Oh, here it comes!” Elva squealed.
The Queen slid herself onto the man’s cock and arched her back upwards as if howling at the sky, a lustful moan escaping her pink, polished lips. She never again looked down at the man, keeping her gaze fixed on the trees around her, basking in the light trickling down through the leaves. She did this for nature. That was what spurred her ecstasy onward.
Whenever she sapped the energy from a human, nature would respond in delight, sending trails of its own life energy though the earth and up through Faylinn’s toes dug into the dirt like roots. It coursed through her body, encouraging her to continue.
She called out to her true lover.
“We do this for you Our love! We shall never let you perish! Oh! You spoil Us!”
Her toes writhed in the dirt, the intense energy of nature firing into her body and ravishing her soul. She picked up the pace, her thick bottom smacking violently off the silent man’s hips. He could not utter a word, his mind far gone and sapped of all thought. All of his energy was being gathered into his fertile sacks beneath his pulsating cock. Everything that was this man was now stored as energy within his balls, ready to burst into the womb of Faylinn for harvesting.
“Yes, We feel you! Don’t stop! Don’t stop Our love!”
The fat of her ass rippled with every strike, and her toned stomach slightly flexed with each rise. It was exhilarating for Elva to watch her Queen in action; even Fira couldn’t help but blush. Every movement their Queen made was graceful, her movements as hypnotically fluid as the rivers of their home.
Faylinn shut her eyes fiercely and clenched her toes as she was rocked by a rampant orgasm. She couldn’t control the sway and recoil of her body, flailing elegantly in the throes of her release.
“Hahn! Our lovuhh! Ohh! Hah Hoh! Ohh… the seed…”
The logger’s now lifeless corpse had launched shot after shot of cum into the hungry womb of Faylinn. The succubus of nature had claimed her price. No cum trickled from her trembling lips, every drop being slurped up by her royal chamber and added to her stores of life giving energy.
Faylinn brought a hand up limply near her chest. It dangled there as if she meant to grab for something, but she was too caught up in her momentary bliss to move it any further. Her other hand rubbed just above her slit, moving to the bobbing motions of her body. She rode the man until his dick went limp.
She soon gathered herself and donned her clothing. As she finished getting dressed she called out to the two spying fairies, “Enjoy the show Our subjects?”
The two fairies jumped a bit, feeling rather silly that they were caught.
“Y-Yes my Queen. You did well!” Fira said embarrassed.
Elva glided down towards her Queen with a wide smile.
“You are amazing my Queen!” she said. “You really are something else. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Queen as connected with nature as you are! Your powers keep growing and growing!”
“Ha!” Faylinn cockily laughed. “You speak truth little one. Our power continues to grow with every harvest. In time, Our kingdom may even claim the land of man.”
Faylinn glanced down at a bundle of flowers near her feet that looked similar to a snowflake. It brought her mind back to her childhood and she smiled.
One of her most favorite things to do with her mother was planting orchids on the farm. They both took pride in their beauty and mending them to keep them strong through the winter. They both cared for them like children. That memory was even more cherished by Faylinn now, because it was her first tending to nature—a sign of what she would become. She also remembered fleeing to the woods, away from her controlling father. The woods were an escape for her then, a friend. Though she hadn’t realized it before, she had always loved the natural world.
Having had her fill of the past, the queen took off for her dwellings with her subjects close behind. There was still much work to do.
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