(fetish, cosplay, faun, modification) Nymphs on Paradise Isle
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the '
Island Paradise, The Beginning'
for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.
Read the previous chapters of Faun, first.
The next week was a difficult one for all of them. Snow was still getting used to her new body, and wrapping her mind around being a satyr, instead of a normal woman. Most of those issues revolved around simple tasks like getting comfortable in bed with horns and tail, walking in her hooves and using the bathroom. Willow's welcome advice and encouragement helped a lot.
Meanwhile, Liam and Willow were both waiting for her beasts to heal sufficiently so she could go topless and make love without reservation.
Alexandrea, was waiting for both her wife, and for Willow, who she still thought of as a lover, even though they hadn't been together in ages.
She watched and admired her lovely satyr wife work through her issues and gain experience with her body. The two of them made love, often, and Alex was enjoyed the easy availability of her pussy, despite the fur that surrounded it.
Willow and Snow did spend a lot of time together. With Paulina's help they ordered suede leather bikini tops for themselves. They'd be made by a leather craftswoman on a neighboring island and shipped over in a couple of days.
"You won't need them here." Alex commented when she heard about it.
"For the trip home."
"I suppose."
Snow looked at her suspiciously, "and I can wear a dress for the trip, too. You don't expect me to go naked, do you?"
"You're not naked. Especially with your new top. That's the way Willow moves around in public."
"Willow is used to it. And even she wore a cover for the trip over."
"Just a cape." Alexandrea said, triumphantly.
"Well, I don't have a cape. I'll wear a dress."
Alexandrea harumphed, but she did stop arguing.
The more they hung out, the more they came to think of themselves as loving sisters. The only two nymphs on the island.
Liam, was happy to leave them to it. He spent his days either on the golf course, or out taking surfing lessons. He was content to spend his nights with his wife, screwing, and waiting for her breasts to heal to the point where he could fully enjoy them, and they could go out and show them off.
Alexandrea though seemed restless. She would on occasion join the two girls while they laid around chatting, but as their primary topic was life as a nymph, with Snow peppering Willow with questions and then the two of them reviewing the faun's experiences, she usually grew bored.
Willow and Liam were laying propped up in bed one afternoon when there was a knock on the door.
Lazily, Liam yelled, "come in," and Snow entered.
"Hi sis, I thought I might hang around with you guys for a while. Alex is off at the beach playing with a cute couple she adopted this morning."
"Sure, come and join us. We're just watching a movie. It's pretty good." Willow said, pleasantly.
Snow smiled and crawled onto the bed, squeezing herself in between the two of them.
Liam certainly didn't mind. Snow was almost as alluring as his wife, and she had screwed him many times in months past. He also wasn't bothered by being naked, as his wife preferred him to be, in front of her.
Snow, prevented from laying on her back, settled onto her side facing his wife, with her tail draped onto his crotch.
"So, what's Alex up to with her new friends?" Willow asked casually.
"Well, they're a nice young boy and girl, newlyweds, staying at one of the other resorts. They came over to explore the fetish resort, and Alexandrea scooped them up.
"Like she did us?"
Snow chuckled, "sort of."
Willow and Liam both laughed, thinking back to how they had been ensnared by the witch.
"She brought them back to our room for some fun. I thought the guy was going to have a stroke when he saw me."
More laughter.
"So, while Alex ravished the girl on our bed, I blew the boy, while he sat on a chair. He came in about ten seconds."
Willow giggled, while Liam pictured the sex, and got hard.
Snow, with perfect intuition reached back behind her and followed her tail to his cock. He jumped when she stroked it. "Don't worry Liam, you always lasted a lot longer."
She laughed as he squirmed.
He was disappointed when she pulled her hand back to rest it on Willow's furry belly.
"So, where's Alex now?" Willow asked.
"We all went out to lunch; they really are a cute couple. But then they headed over to the beach, to play, and I can't deal with the sand, so I came back here."
"Your hooves?" Willow asked, sympathetically.
"Yes. They're so tall and small. I sink in on any soft ground, especially at the beach. I hate that!"
"They do look sexy. And the way you walk, you like a ballerina." Liam said, trying to be consoling. He didn't want to tell her how much seeing her perched on her hooves turned him on.
Snow just snorted, angrily, and climbed out of the bed, stepping over to the little belly pack, just like Willows, that she'd added to her wardrobe. "I stopped by the store on the way back and bought a ruler, just to see."
"Really? It must be driving you crazy." Willow mumbled.
"It is. My hooves are five centimeters across. What are yours?"
"I don't know."
Snow stepped over and leaned down to measure one of Willow's hooves. "Yours's are nine! No wonder I can't walk in these things! Damn it all. Why did Alex have to do this to me?"