The orchard appeared, dark and still. Jordan's first time through, following the capricious Helena, she had felt rushed and much, much safer.
The trees around her were dark blue, offering shadows at best to help her identify anything that may have been lingering within the woods. She was grateful for subtly glowing pathways, but was having trouble remembering which one to take. Her gut told her to go left, so Jordan did.
She passed a pool and heard a splash. Her heart leapt as she saw a darkened figure emerging from the weeds and mire at the edge of the rippling water.
"Ah, young princess," said a croaking voice.
She saw it was the frog-man, Yerbert. He was wearing a three-piece suit, a surprisingly fine tailored thing, given he was a beast that apparently lived in muck, "Hello, Yerbert," she said amicably.
"What, pray-tell brings you back with us on such a fine night?" he asked, his large eyes blinking upward under a pair of clear and slimy membranes.
"Does the weather change here?" she asked at his description of the orchard. Looking at the sky, she spotted more stars than she'd ever seen dotting the heavens above, but not a single cloud.
"It does not," he said disappointedly, "yet, any night you return is a fine one with us."
"Us?" she queried glancing about the wood.
"There are many here, some shy, others too violent to allow them free movement, except in the time of necessity," Yerbert said. "But I bore you, your grace. Surely you have come seeking something."
"The Pool of Possibilities," she said. "I increased my memory, but it seems to be failing me."
"Of course, of course," croaked the amphibian. "There is a powerful illusion in place to keep it safe. I, as caretaker may allow you passage to it."
"That would be most helpful," she said with deep relief.
"I merely require that you present to me - your bottom," he said with a gracious bow.
"My bottom?" she asked suspiciously.
"Yes, madam," Yerbert said apologetically. "We fey may be imprinted by one another. To do so requires manipulation of the anus in a certain manner."
"My mother told me you enjoy butt-stuff," said Jordan in an accusatory tone. "You did this to me before, pretending you didn't know what a sex toy was."
"A 'sex' toy?" he said as though lost to its meaning and mildly offended. "I have no idea what you could be on about, your grace. If you are referring to the instrument I so diligently tried to remove from your posterior last evening, then I assure you, Madam, I was merely acting in your best interest."
She gave him a sidelong look, "So my mother said you were into ass-play, but really it's just how we charmed-folk recognize one another?"
"Very true, my lady," said the frog-man respectfully. "It is a simple procedure, most fey find it a pleasant enough experience."
She touched her bum and slid a hand over her skirt fabric, "It won't hurt?"
"You'll barely know I'm there, your grace," Yerbert assured her.
Jordan gave a small frown and hiked up her dress. Slowly she turned toward him, "Could you do me a favour?"
"If it is within my power, then of course," said the creature.
"Could you change forms," she asked, feeling horrible for asking, while at the same time sickened by the thought of him doing quasi-sexual things to her while looking like a swamp-monster.
Yerbert seemed taken aback by her request, "We bogies generally do not change shape, lest we run the risk of forgetting our purpose."
"If it's too much trouble..." she began, disappointed.
"I did not say I would not, my lady," sighed Yerbert. "Just that to do so would put a strain on me. What shape would you prefer?"
"Something more handsome," she suggested. "More human."
He frowned as though working through a difficult dilemma and then nodded. She watched as he transformed from a squat, ugly frog-thing into a tall, lanky scarecrow of a man, one dressed as though he'd stepped straight from the eighteenth century, "My finest human guise."
He bowed low to her, his white, curly wig almost brushing the cobblestones of the path. He seemed human enough, save the way he moved with an unnatural gait; as though he were a puppet being moved about on invisible strings, rather than by flesh and blood. His features were hauntingly handsome, yet hollow, as though his face were wooden and unused to displaying emotion.
"Thank you," she said, looking at his long hands and thick fingers apprehensively. Slowly she turned, hiked up her skirt and bent at the waist.
"Farther down, if you please," he insisted and pushed her so far forward Jordan had to grab her ankles for support. The snap of a glove being put on sounded out behind her. "That's perfect, madam."
She felt one of his fingers press against her and she was amazed to find how warm it felt. For some reason she expected it to be like a doctor's check up with a icicle, but it was actually mildly pleasant. He pressed in and her ass easily accommodated his presence. Considering she'd been using anal toys for awhile she had no serious worries about discomfort.
"In a bit more," Yerbert croaked and she found herself contracting pleasurably as he eased his way inside. He felt around and Jordan was surprised over just how aroused she was getting.
"Odd," Yerbert stoically commented. "I should have found it by now. Bare with me, my lady."
His finger started to move in and out forcefully and she gasped aloud. Her hands grabbing the handrail of the bridge to steady herself as she pushed back against the invasion.
His finger suddenly seemed bigger, as he moved it in and out she swore the digit might actually have been growing in size.
"What a pickle," Yerbert mumbled and slid deeper still. She moaned as a pleasurable shudder passed through her and he rubbed her back with he free hand, "Steady girl, you're doing wonderfully."
Jordan's body seized after several minutes of his probing, her pussy spasmed and she felt droplets run down her thighs. A wave of euphoria hit her and still the bogie continued to ram at her insides as if trying to reach the deepest parts of her.
She screamed in shock as her orgasm ripped through her, like a bolt of lightening that made her shake with an overwhelming mixture of barely suppressed pain and unyielding pleasure.
"There," he said as her knees collapsed and his probing finger popped from her. "A note for next time, my princess. Your fey-spot is located very far into you. I fear it shall take all of my many, many talents to help you should you have any further need of my assistance."
Jordan looked up at him from where she had partially crumpled. Unable to speak in the moment as her muscles twitched and her breath struggled to return, she could merely nod a thank you.
"And if I may be so bold, your grace," he said placing his hands behind his back before completely closing his eyes as he spoke. "I look very forward to helping you again in the future."
Jordan screwed up her nose at his last remark wondering just how often she would need to submit to his administrations, "Thanks?"
When she could once more stand she looked about at the orchard. Immediately across the way she recognized a familiar pool and dashed away from Yerbert with the briefest farewells.
She glanced down into the oil-like pools and saw her stars. They were exactly as she'd left them, near as she could tell.
She accessed the Glamour leaf and saw the stars set aside for individual mortals. She entered Kale's name and nothing came up. Flustered she tried spelling his first and last names differently within the liquid of the pond and found nothing seemed to work.
She entered Gale's name and watched as the stars appeared. The shining point marked 'Heterosexual' glowed fiercely, almost in defiance of Jordan's hopes.
She whimpered in worry and felt overwhelmed by her frustration, where were Kale's stars?
"Excuse me," said a man's voice from beside her.
Jordan jumped in fright and clasped her hands to her chest before swiftly turning to see who had addressed her. She saw a pleasant face, small horns and a shaggy lower half, she realized it was the goat-man she'd seen on her last visit.
