Fae'ded

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

This piece is part of a series. The story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish.

All of the chapters in this series have been completed. They are submitted to Literotica as a bundle. They should appear at a rate of one per day.

Story note: I've done my best to simulate the accents of the individuals that Kevin meets. It's written the way it is so that you'll "hear" their speech - more than reading it.

~~~ Chapter 2 - Cross Fae'd ~~~

I arose, the next morning, to find Leotie still human-sized. I snuggled her gorgeous naked body against my own - waking her up in the process.

"Sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you. I just can't get over waking up with you beside me."

Her musical giggle brightened the room more than it already was.

She kissed me lustily and then announced, "We should feed the hens."

Weird.

I stole one more kiss and then climbed over her body to leave the bed. She reached down and grasped my semi-rigid prick - caressing my balls as she looked into my eyes - milking me two or three times as she did.

"I really have to pee," I told her.

Her naughty giggle had me wanting to see if I could give her attention before taking care of my bladder - but my bladder was most insistent.

I groaned and slipped out of her grasp.

I pulled some shorts on, slipped out of the trailer, and headed for my crudely-constructed latrine.

I returned to the camper - to meet Leotie coming out of the door - wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of my shorts.

I suddenly realized that she didn't have any human-sized clothes. I was going to need more money ...

Although ... she looks pretty fucking amazing in my clothes .. especially without a bra ...

She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me towards the chicken coop. She already had the egg-basket in her hand.

What the fuck?

She handed me the basket and went to dish out the grain to the waiting hens.

As usual, only a handful of the nests had eggs. As I passed one of the empty nests, I noticed something gleaming at the bottom - yellow and a little shiny - if unpolished. I picked it up.

It was about half the size of my fingertip. I had seen pyrite before - fool's gold. This didn't look like pyrite to me. It almost looked like ... I brought it to my mouth and bit down on it - it gave.

Gold?!

I glanced in a few more of the empty nest and ended up with four little nuggets. I tucked them into the palm of the hand that was holding the basket and exited the coop.

"What did you find?" Leotie asked, as I emerged.

There was nothing but eggs and a basket visible in my hand. It seemed VERY unusual for her to ask that question about eggs.

I decided to give her a little test.

"Eggs," I answered.

"Oh ... good," she said, turning away quickly.

I would swear that she's up to something ...

She told the hens 'goodbye' and came to catch my free hand. She walked with me - back to the camper.

"Could you take the basket inside," I asked her. "I'm going to grab an onion for the scramble."

"Sure," she said.

I handed off the basket and secreted the four mysterious nuggets into my pocket.

I went to the garden, found an onion that was ready, and pulled it.

As I headed back for the camper, I tried to figure out how I was going to test these things - to see if they were really gold - without letting Leotie know that I'd found more than eggs in the nests - although I was becoming more and more sure that she already knew I'd found something unusual.

I pulled out my phone and did a quick search. Simple tests were the malleability one that I'd already done (by biting on it), a water one (to see if it floats or sinks), and a test with a magnet (gold is not magnetic). There were tests to see if a ring was real gold - but that wasn't what I wanted. I also didn't want to drag it over a coarse tile to peel off shavings. If these were real, I wanted ALL of the weight I could get! The last test was density. For that, I'd need to measure mass and volume. Volume I could probably handle - but I didn't have a dietary scale - just the bathroom one - and that wasn't going to be precise enough. Mom had a dietary scale though. I'd have to wait.

Fuck it!

I signed into my online shopping app, found a cheap graduated cylinder - and a dietary scale with good ratings for precision and reliability - and ordered them. They'd be here in two days. We didn't leave until the day after.

I walked into the trailer, washed my hands, and dug into the utensil drawer to get what I needed to make the eggs. I also slipped the nuggets into the corner of the drawer - where they'd be safe and out of sight.

I got breakfast fixed and ran my eyes back over my hot new girlfriend - who'd look even hotter if she wasn't wearing my clothes ...

I searched around until I found a pair of knock-off Crocs that I used for shower shoes.

"Try these on your feet," I told Leotie.

"What are they?" she asked.

"Shoes - like moccasins - but shittier," I told her. "We need to run to DG and I'm not sure they'll let you in without shoes. I don't have a cloth measuring tape and I'm not sure you want me measuring your delicate bits with the tape from my toolbox. I need to order you some clothes, but I need your size first."

"I only understood about half of that," she said, smiling brightly.

"Come on, gorgeous," I said. "We're going for your first car ride."

I drove to Welch and pulled off of Highway 10, into the Dollar General. With a little help from my friendly neighborhood Spiderman ... er ... store employee ... I found the tiny "sewing section". I had to buy a combo-pack - with a hundred things I didn't want - just to get the tape. I tore a corner open, pulled the tape out, and set the package on the shelf.

"You have to pay for that," the employee - who'd returned to check on me - declared.

"I got it," I said. "If you want me to buy a few more things, I need to measure this little lady. Could I get the key for the bathroom?"

"Uh ... sure."

Although he said 'sure', Spiderman wasn't sure about me anymore - but he was curious enough to follow me to the front of the store with my suspect merchandise. I laid the 'sewing kit' on the checkout counter and pulled Leotie towards the bathroom.

The key didn't work in the men's room. I looked at it. Women's.

Okay ... Whatever. Guess I DID say I was measuring HER.

Leotie and I slipped into the bathroom, and I had a perfectly good excuse to see her fabulous breasts - and then measure them - which required touching.

It took a lot longer than I had estimated to get an accurate measurement. I had to try SEVERAL times, repeatedly. She wouldn't stop moving - mostly because I was squeezing her wondrous tit-flesh instead of getting her measured.

Once her chest was properly evaluated, I moved quickly to her waist. Since she was already topless, I insisted that she lose the shorts as well. No use risking an imprecise assessment by trying to use the tape while she was wearing my shorts. I got a MUCH more accurate number this way. I was also now sporting a massive hard-on.

She pouted when I told her to get dressed.

Had I not been positive that Spiderman was standing outside of the door, listening to us - and no doubt already pissed about how long we were taking - I would have pressed Leotie to the wall of that bathroom and fucked the hell out of her.

Leotie got dressed, I contemplated mortgage rates to get my penis to wilt, and we were finally able to leave the women's room.

Spiderman took the key from me and handed it to the 400-pound woman with a nasty scowl on her face who smelled like she'd already been waiting too long to get the key. I hurried my hot little girlfriend away and determined to be gone from the store before Brunhilda reappeared.

(My apologies if your mother's name is Brunhilda. Hopefully, she's never been anywhere near the DG in Welch, Oklahoma.)

Quickly, before I could forget all of the important numbers that I'd spent those many minutes gathering, I tore open a package of pens (further irritating Spiderman) and scribbled the digits on ... well ... my digits. 36, 22, and 34.

We moved to the underwear aisle, and I grabbed a pack of sports bras and a pack of panties. I had the granny panties in my hand but I just couldn't do it. There was no Hello Kitty - with the little bow - in stock. That was going to have to be an online purchase. That - and fishnet stockings, by God.

I got her some fleece pajamas, a couple shirts (yes, I got the pink RealTree camo one with the antlers that curled around her tits), and a pair of capris. On the way to find a decent pair of shoes, we also grabbed socks, and a pair of marbled leggings that I was dying to see her tight little ass in.

Spiderman made sure the sewing kit, the pens, and the three reusable shopping bags that I'd grabbed to hold shit all went onto the tab as well.

Between the clothes, the sodas, the candy, the salty snacks, and the miscellaneous, I think I hit a new high score on the cash register. Spiderman was underwhelmed. It's not my fault the computer didn't ask me if I wanted to leave a tip.

We took our bags and headed for the car.

On the way home, Leotie sat on my lap, and I tried to teach her how to drive.

When we got home, I pitched the DG shit somewhere in the front room and dragged Leotie to the bed - where I stripped my clothes off of her and fucked the shit out of her. Driver's Ed is hard ... on my cock.

I flopped onto my back panting, and Leotie rolled halfway on top of me to give me giggly kisses. I was already in post-orgasmic bliss - but who am I to say 'no' to kisses?

Once I recovered, we returned to the front room - where Leotie discovered chocolate, fizzy pop, and salty snacks. It was nearly a tie between chocolate and salty snacks.

The soda pop was a mild failure. I forgot to warn her about soda bubbles up the nose, the way it tickles your throat on the way to your stomach, and excessive belching. Maybe we'll try again later.

She looked fabulous in her sports bra and leggings. I pulled her onto my lap, and we made out until my stomach growled.

I dug a couple cans of Dinty Moore beef stew out of the DG bag and started heating them up. She ate what I gave her - but wrinkled her nose a bit. I can taste the preservatives more now too. I think it's getting worse. I still crave it once in a while however.

After lunch, we got the front room cleaned up and went to check on the garden. Akikta was there. He had things well in-hand. I checked on the potatoes and gave them a little water.

After that, I went to where my survey-area was and tried to describe for Leotie the house that I planned to make. She called it a "burrow". I decided that her description was probably not too far off. She said that we'd need more trees - for shade and camouflage. Honestly, I was just freaking ecstatic that she'd insinuated that she'd be around long enough to call the place home as well. I was still sketchy on how long I had with this little beauty.

After dinner, Leotie talked me into checking the coop again. I found three more eggs and four more nuggets. I snuck them into the house and put them with the others while I made dinner.

After that, my little Cherokee princess and I sat on the couch and clothes shopped for the rest of the evening. She asked about the fishnet stockings and the other lingerie. I told her that I'd explain it when it arrived. As long as the delivery date didn't get pushed back, it should arrive before we left as well - which would help Leotie have more clothes to choose from.

If it didn't arrive on time, the package was going to sit while we were in Scotland. My location was remote - but that didn't mean I wanted a box with the online store's logo sitting out for any interested parties to abscond with.

Worries about deliveries disappeared as Leotie stepped in front of me and sank to her knees. She undid my shorts and tugged my clothes off of me and proceeded to blow my cock - and my mind.

I let her get me good and fired up and then I traded places with her. I peeled her marbled leggings off of her ass, folded her in half, and ate her until she came. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom - where I stripped her naked, climbed between her thighs, and shoved my cock inside of her tight, grasping channel. She squealed and I groaned as I laid claim to her pussy once again.

After I exploded inside of her, I tumbled onto my back, pulled her on top of me, tugged the covers up, and turned off the light.

~~~

The next two days went quickly - with chores and packing - and gathering eggs (and gold nuggets).

The packages all arrived on time. I left Leotie to explore the clothes while I quietly filled the cylinder with water, dumped in a few nuggets, wrote down the volume, and then emptied the water off of the things (and dried them quickly) to place them on the scale. Once I had those two numbers, I double-checked the formula and punched the digits into the calculator.

Gold.

I laid all of the nuggets on the scale and weighed them. 6 ounces. It would lose some when it was refined - but - based on the current value - the money that I'd worried about spending on the trip was dwarfed by what these would bring.

I dug a Ziploc out of the drawer, slipped the small treasure inside, and put them back in the utensil drawer. I didn't know anybody who traded in precious metals - but dad had a friend who owned a pawnshop. I wouldn't get top dollar - but I also wouldn't have to explain that I'd pulled them out of my chicken coop.

Leotie and I were flying out of Oklahoma City. If I had to run by Dad's first ... It was going to be close.

I headed to the garden, found Akikta, and told him that Leotie and I were going to be leaving to go run the chief's errand. I asked him if he'd look after the place and he said that he would. I pulled out the bag of trail mix that I'd saved from the DG run and handed it over to him.

He struggled with the bag - so I gave him a hand tearing it open. He sniffed the contents and then began digging a little of everything out of the package to try it. His eyes were wide and he was gobbling everything up so quickly that I was worried he was going to choke. He thanked me profusely and I left him to his snack.

I got Leotie into the car, double checked that we had everything we needed for the trip, and we took off. (I did NOT have her practicing her driving skills.)

She was less than impressed with the traffic on the interstate. She much preferred the local roads. Four hours later, we got to Mom and Dad's.

I introduced Leotie to them. Hazel was off with her club - so my new girlfriend would have to meet her later. Mom took a few pictures of us together so she could show my sister that my girlfriend was "real".

Hilarious.

I left Leotie with mom and dragged Dad off to his den. I showed him the baggie and told him what I thought the metal nuggets were. I had already told him and Mom that Leotie and I were headed to Scotland. I asked him if he could check with his buddy - while we were gone - and see what I could get out of the things. When he asked where they'd come from, I told him that there was a dried up creek bed near my place and I'd found them there. He warned me that I'd better not be trespassing on Cherokee land, and I assured him that I wasn't. I could tell he wanted to question me more - but he let it drop.

I'd planned to grab a hotel in Oklahoma City, but Mom talked Leotie and me into staying for dinner, sleeping at the house, and getting up early to race to the airport. It wasn't ideal - but it would make Mom happy - so that's what we did.

Leotie and I slept in my old room. She climbed on top of me and rode me until I came. She came when I did. I ran my hands over her gorgeous body and played with her breasts as she fucked me - and then held her tightly and fell asleep - after we'd both gotten our release.

~~~

Leotie didn't care for the airport - but we got through security without any blips - so I felt 100% better. True to her word, she had handed the agent her boarding pass, he had looked at it, stared at her for a moment, and then waved her through. She passed through the X-ray machine without any difficulty as well. Soon, we were sitting at our gate, waiting for our flight to be announced.

We had checked one bag each - and we were each carrying around a backpack with what I thought we needed for the 17-hour flight.

Leotie watched the goings-on with the various people around us. She studied their clothes, their gadgets, their accessories, and their mannerisms - all as if it was the first time she'd seen such a thing. It probably was.

She crawled onto my lap and begged some kisses, but she was drawing too much attention - so I told her to just sit beside me. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she snuggled against me.

Finally, they called for us to get ready to board and I guided her through the procedure for us to get checked through. I waited for her while the staff member scanned her boarding pass and then took her hand as we strolled down the tube towards the aircraft.

I'd already answered all of her questions about the planes that we saw through the wall of windows. She was excited to finally be making her way towards ours - to see what it looked like on the inside.

"Carry your bag in front of you," I warned her. "The aisle is very narrow. Try not to bump the other passengers."

I caught her hand and brought her across the threshold. I greeted the flight attendant and then we turned the corner. Leotie hesitated - and I nearly lost hold of her hand.

"It's alright," I told her. "We'll find seats and snuggle."

She looked around at all of the faces and I waited for her eyes to come back to mine.

"Come on, beautiful," I said encouragingly.

She nodded and squeezed my fingers.

I moved most of the way to the back of the plane, found seats where we could sit together, and sent her in to sit by the window. I took the middle seat.

I pulled up the little blind and pointed out to the activity going on outside.

An older lady sat down in the seat on the aisle, gave us a smile, and then put in ear-buds.

Perfect.

Everyone got loaded, the attendants got us locked in, and they began their safety lecture. I tuned them out, never liking the attention or conversation about all of the bad things that could happen during a flight, but Leotie was captivated. I don't think she quite understood that we were trusting in a great many things to go right in order for us to get where we were going - not that airlines don't do that a million times a day ...

She watched as we taxied and then gasped a little as the wings got lift, and we lifted into the air. I squeezed her fingers.

"Kevin!" she exclaimed, as she looked out of the little window.

I smiled and nodded. She saw the understanding in my eyes and went back to studying the ground as it got farther and farther away.

"We are ... in the bird?" she asked.

I grinned and nodded.

"I wish I could feel the winds on my face," she said.

"We're going VERY fast," I told her. "The wind would knock you over and send you tumbling."

Her eyes widened and she looked out the window again. It was the most fucking adorable thing ever.

Her next discovery-moment came as the clouds swallowed us - and then we broke through. If I thought her eyes were huge before ...

"We are ... on top ... of the clouds?" she asked.

Again .. I grinned and nodded.

She gave a little squeal, leaned over, and kissed me.

I heard a chuckle to my right and turned to see the older lady with an ear-bud in the fingers of her left hand, watching us.