The stars couldn't see the forest floor- the woven canopy of branches and leaves created such a dense roof that the only light was in the forest was that of a single torch slowly making its way through the maze of bark and root. Erin walked slowly, hooded head on a swivel as she examined every inch of the forest that she could see. The torch in her hand provided the only light, and the only warmth (other than her lengthy cloak that brushed against the grass beneath her), that she would feel for at least an hour or two more as she made her way home. The forest sat between the city and her family home, cutting through it should've been an easy, and faster, way of returning to her abode, but one slight bend in her path could've been all that was needed to send her far, far off course. Until Erin emerged on the other side of the woods, she was one wrong step from being lost.

The soft crackling of the fire was about the only sound that there was in the forest- even the breeze was barely audible, and the birdsong of the day had long since fallen silent. The sound of the fire was alone... until it wasn't.
Erin turned when she heard a noise, a whistle snaked its way through the forest, winding around the trees. It was high, sharp, not unlike a bird's song, but something about it felt off. It sounded glassy, almost like a windchime, and no bird that Erin knew of could make a sound like that. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the forest left and right, trying to get a grasp on where the sound came from. There was no lantern light that she could see, no sound of footfall she could hear; Erin was alone, she was almost certain of that.

Slowly, Erin let down her guard, weighing the possibility that she may have imagined the noise, somehow, though her eyes were still glued to the depths of the forest behind her. When at last she began to turn, her ears rung with the sound of that birdsong windchime again. Already on the balls of her feet, it was more than easy to snap her body back around, and that's when she saw it; a tiny hint of light that hid among the trees, inching out of view the moment the wind no longer carried that song. It wasn't the light of a lantern, nor that of a torch- it looked almost like sunlight. Though she considered the possibility of danger, Erin was more interested in seeing the source of that song, and so she turned from her path.

Erin tracked the light as it snuck through the forest. It was always just a few meters ahead, always just slipping out of sight, like it knew it was being followed. And every time the air was clean of that song, the light would repeat it again, and again, and again. It was as if the source of the song was taunting her, daring her to come find it.

In the back of her mind, she could feel her senses urge her to turn around. If she weren't so damn curious, she would've turned about right then and there; she'd already lost where she was, any further steps would just drag her deeper into the heart of the forest, away from the city, away from home. For a moment, her steps slowed as she considered whether or not she should be pursuing this light, but no sooner had that thought arisen than it was silenced by another sharp whistle. Any thought of danger, any of her senses trying to pull her away from this chase were ignored, and with a faster pace than before she plunged deeper into the heart of the forest.

What began as a walk had slowly morphed into a jog, and that then turned into a sprint as the light fled from her. Curiosity burned in her mind, though she knew not why; she had to discover what this light was, for reasons she didn't even fully grasp. Even as she ran she questioned herself, why would she turn away from the path that would lead her home? To this question, she had no answer, yet her focus remained locked on the light as the distance between the two of them grew shorter, and shorter, and shorter. More light danced between the trees as its radiance grew bolder, Erin's feet carried her faster as the forest became unfamiliar around her. Then, the light stopped, and for the first time Erin was allowed to see its source, and her heart froze.

Hovering before her was a woman about as tall as a dog, her back was adorned with a pair of wings that would put a butterfly's to shame, her skin was snow and her hair was golden silk that reflected her own light, creating a brilliant aura around her: a farie. The tiny woman posed with her arms before her, hands clasped together, wearing a smile that was gentle and genuine as she looked into Erin's eyes. She bore the warmth of a mother, beaming at Erin as her body remained frozen and still.

Gentle though the woman seemed, everything in Erin's head was screaming at her to leave, to run, to cover her ears and run until her lungs were begging her to stop. Her mind begged her body to retrace the steps that had led her here. Instead, her hands slowly reached towards the edges of her hood, and gently drew them back until her auburn hair fell down past her shoulders. Her amber eyes were locked on this farie, nothing could get her to tear them away from her. That smile, that warmth, it compelled Erin's feet to remain planted on the ground. Her thoughts were her own, and they were telling her to run, but her body either didn't hear, or didn't care; she remained still, gazing into the eyes of this farie as it slowly hovered in her direction.

Her hands reached towards Erin's cheeks, gently holding them with the softness of a caregiver as she maintained eye contact. Panic roused in Erin's mind, even as a calmness began to spread through her body, but then the woman pursed her lips, and from her mouth came that same song that had drawn Erin to her in the first place.

The song danced into Erin's ears, the gentle touch of the farie reached into her very mind. Her thoughts became still, still she wanted to run, but there was no urgency behind that desire as it slowly dwindled. Now the farie no longer whistled a single note, but rather she strung notes together into a beautiful chorus. Just moments ago, she'd wanted to run, but why? Erin could no longer remember what she had been so panicked about mere minutes ago. The woman who hovered before her was so gentle, so soft- why would she run from her? What danger could she possibly pose?

This train of thought ceased as the farie disconnected her hands from Erin's cheeks. Her thoughts began to move once more. Desperation rose in her chest as the effect of the farie's song began to dwindle, she had to.... she had to... she had to get closer. She had to feel those delicate hands on her again, she had to run after this beautiful woman. So she began to stumble forward, eyes still locked onto that beautiful form. She knew that roots and weeds were sewn into the ground, she knew how easy it would be to trip if she wasn't careful, but she couldn't convince herself to care. Why would she look at the ground? That's not where the farie was, there was nothing important down there. Even as she tripped multiple times, she remained  focused on that heavenly form, desperate to not let it drift too far away. When her legs failed her, she would crawl across the dirt on her hands and knees, and when she pushed herself up she would reach towards the farie with shuddering hands and trembling arms.

With the forest canopy too dense for the starlight to pierce, Erin had no concept of just how much time had passed, nor did she care. Before today she'd never before seen a farie, only read of them in old fables, but now this woman... Erin couldn't imagine being separated from her. She didn't care where she was taken, she didn't care how deep into the forest she was dragged, she would come to live in the forest forever just to feel that farie's magic run through her again. Her hands, outstretched and shaking, reached every closer to the tiny hand of the woman, who held herself mere inches away from the tip of Erin's finger; try as she might, the distance never shrank, she was so close, so damned close, it drove her mad. She wanted the farie to touch her, she needed it, she desired it more than she desired anything in that moment, just a touch, just a hint of that wonderful magic racing through her head and lifting from her the burden of mind. So focused, was she, that she failed to notice the forest around her becoming slightly brighter. 

The lights around her weren't important enough to drag Erin's eyes away from the object of her desires, neither were the little giggles that ran out from the hanging branches above her. Only when she once more heard that song, was Erin's able to focus on anything else, at least for a moment. No sooner had one song started, than another began to wind through the woods, and that was then followed by another, and another. Each song that slid through Erin's ears was another layer of comfort that flooded her mind, and as she looked around she finally saw the dozens of faries that surrounded her, each one with beauty beyond compare. All she could do was slowly spin about, trying to see all of these delightful beauties at once, but she didn't make a full circle before one of the faries approached, and laid her hands gently against Erin's cheeks. Just as before, Erin's mind froze in place. This time, however, those two tiny hands were joined by another pair that connected to her left cheek. Her thoughts were already frozen, but with that second pair of hands, every thought she'd been able to hold onto thus far shattered like glass, leaving nothing behind.

All around her, the little creatures began to draw closer. Some placed their hands on whatever exposed skin they could find, but a few of them began to work at the knot that held Erin's cloak together. The girl even tried to help them, reaching an unsteady hand to grasp at the knot until it was grabbed and held to prevent it from getting in the way. The knot was undone, and the cloak fell to the ground. The faries slipped beneath her waist, pulling the bottom of her tunic up and sliding it over her arms and head, they tugged at the belt that held Erin's pants against her hips, and they, too, fell without any form of resistance from the now naked Erin.

The tiny women giggled and laughed- so much bare skin was now exposed, each and every one of them could latch onto their victim and pour their magic into her, hastening her breaths and forcing weak moans from her chest. One farie hovered beneath her breast, hands kneading the flesh, while another had their mouth wrapped around a nipple. Others still held onto Erin's lower back, her clavicle, her stomach, her groin; from each of these places came waves of pleasure the likes of which Erin had never known, or at least the likes of which she could remember. As those hands shifted and wandered, creating new epicenters of pleasure all across her body, the little fragments of consciousness Erin had been able to save up to this point were beginning to fall into nothing. She looked as though she were sleepwalking, eyes half open and legs buckling as she struggled to keep herself standing. The pleasure, the numbness of her mind, the overpowering, endless sensations that erupted from every touch of their fingers against her skin was too much for her to bear, and the young woman's consciousness dwindled, even as her mind was awake enough to bask in the orgasmic sensations.

Hours, minutes, days, there was no telling how much time had passed as the faries played with their toy. Erin's body was mostly limp, supported by the winged women as the waved her limbs around. They laughed, and hearing them laugh, hearing their joy, Erin absently laughed as well, joining in the chorus of giggles. They played with her like a puppet, moving her arms and legs as though attached to strings, and slowly they walked an uncaring Erin even deeper into the woods. A lazy smile still spread across her face, the young woman was completely content to allow the faries to do whatever they wanted with her- after all, anything that could give such levels of mind melting pleasure couldn't possibly do one harm, and even if they could, the pleasure was worth it.

After a time of walking, an amount of time that Erin couldn't even begin to conceive of, the faries brought her to a small clearing, above which the light was still shut out by the canopy. They tiny women brought her body to the center of this clearing, and within mere seconds of dropping Erin, they had fled. At this point, even without the touch of the faries, Erin's mind was still broken. Though the magic no longer flowed through her, she was still an empty, giggling mess.

The faries were gone, as was their light, and the young woman was left alone in the dark, still barely capable of any form of thought. She simply knelt on the forest floor, unmoving, unflinching, even as another light began to wander towards her. It was the same light as the faries had, but this one was radiant to an exceptional degree, like the glow of a thousand faries all moving as one. This light was like the midday sun, and an old women revealed herself to be the source as she stepped out from between the trees. She was tall, humanoid, and looked almost like a farie. Almost. Her eyes were endless pools of ink, her smile was cold, and she looked taller than she should've been, as though she'd been stretched skyward. Cold as it was, she still smiled towards Erin, whose giggles had now begun to slow.

If her mind was returning to her, it wasn't returning quickly enough. The woman approached Erin and put on a smile that revealed row after row of long, sharp, fang-like teeth, and the voice that poured from between her icy lips was that of a serpent.

"Ah, my children," she hissed, "such a beautiful gift they bring to me, such a marvelous thing they lay at my feet." With a bony hand she reached out and cupped Erin's chin, and for the first time in a while, the giggles ceased in lieu of a sharp, quivering gasp. The hand that held her chin was like ice, but it wasn't enough to snap Erin out of the spell the faries had placed her under. Her eyes began to focus, she began to blink, but never did she move. She didn't move as the old woman knelt down to gaze into Erin's eyes, she didn't move as the old woman reached out her other hand to hold Erin's cheek, she didn't move as the old woman's face drew nearer and nearer to hers. Only when the lips of the old woman connected to hers, did Erin begin to shake and quiver.

Through her body raced the same magic that the faries had wrought, but infinitely stronger. Her body was wracked with overwhelming pleasure as the old woman deepened the kiss, and following that pleasure was a sensation of warmth and love. The older woman poured this magic into Erin as the kiss went on, and on, and the hesitation that had been returning to her mind moments before was now absent once again. So distant and broken was Erin's mind, that she didn't even notice how her body was beginning to glow, nor how the old woman's lips began to grow larger against her own. Pleasure, joy, love, so completely did these overtake her that any memory of sorrow or hate was pushed from her mind. She smiled through the kiss, her eyes fluttered, her naked body glowed, and now she was small enough that the older woman could simply hold her victim in her palm.

When at last, the kiss was broken, Erin lay giggling and shaking atop the woman's hand, two colorful shapes emerging from the middle of her back. They grew with each giggle, until they unfurled into beautiful wings. Her skin was snow, her hair was silk, and her mind was so full of joy that it felt as though nothing else could exist within her.

After the newborn farie had adjusted to her new form, she hovered off of her mother's palm, looking to her with love and admiration written across her face. Her mother was so kind, draining from her any ounce of negativity or strife. With such joy, she could do anything, would do anything, that this woman wanted to repay her for such a gift.

"Ah, my child," the woman hissed, "such joy you have. Go, play in the forest with your sisters." Without so much as a second thought, Erin hovered up and down as if to nod, and her mother's instructions were followed immediately. E.... Er... the farie was certain that she'd had a name before, it began with the letter.... E? Her thought was interrupted by nearby laughter, as well as a song woven from birdsong and windchime. The farie stopped and turned, only to find that three of her sisters had gathered to watch another sister play. Dropping the thought, she whistled back to, and joined her sisters, and took to watching another farie in the distance, as they slowly hovered away from a tall human who lumbered forward as if in a trance. The faries laughed, and laughed, and she laughed with them; what a silly creature she saw. Though, the scene that unfolded before her stirred something in her chest. A human, and a farie... Then she realized: where there was one human, so too could there be more. No sooner had she finished the thought than she darted through the air in the direction that the human had come from. Soon, she may be even have another sister to play with.