Chapter 10: The King and the Festival of the Full Moon.
The full moon was still low in the eastern sky when Fern and her pixie siblings did an enchanting dance and showered me with pixie dust to change me into a pixie.
My whole-body tingled and I felt lighter, as if I were nearly weightless. The tops of my ears itched against the hairs on my head. I felt my hair grow a couple of inches to just above my shoulders. My shoulder blades itched as well, and for the first time I felt air currents moving back and forth as a gentle breeze wafted across my entire backside.
I was also erect and hornier than I had ever been.
The pixies all descended to the ground around me in a circle. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths were open.
"Wow!" "Oh my!" Holy shit!" "What the fuck?!" were gasped from the crowd around me.
"What happened? Did it work?" I asked.
The pixies all went down on one knee and bowed their heads before me. Their wings were folded reverently behind their backs.
"Fern, what's going on?" I asked, looking at her bowed head, "You guys are starting to freak me out."
Fern kept her head bowed, she may have been looking at my feet when she spoke up, "May I speak, Sire?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, "Of course you can speak. And for God's sake, get up off your knees, all of you."
One by one, the pixies rose with their heads bowed, first Fern and then the rest. None of them dared to look me in the eye.
"All this time," Fern said, with her head still bowed, "We've been waiting for you to appear. We had no idea you would be in disguise, testing us to see if we were worthy of your presence."
"May I speak, your Majesty?" Holly asked, also gazing down at my feet, "We are all grateful that you have found us to be worthy."
Murmurs of agreement reverberated around the circle of pixies.
"Okay, this has gone on long enough," I said, "What's with all the bowing, 'Sire' and "Majesty' stuff? Especially you, Fern. Were you or were you not able to turn me into a pixie?"
Fern lifted her head and looked me in the eye. She had a look of confusion on her face as she blinked a couple of times before answering.
"You mean you don't know?" she asked, "You really don't know?"
"Don't know what?" I asked, as I brushed my hair behind my ear. That's when I felt the pointy tip.
"It worked, didn't it?" I asked with a smile, "I'm a pixie, just like you!"
"Not like us, Your Majesty," Hawke said, looking up at my face, "Definitely not like us."
Fern turned to her siblings. "I don't think he's testing us. I think he doesn't know who he is," she said.
"Nonsense," I said, "I'm me, Skyler. Except I'm now a pixie, right?"
Fern stepped forward; her wings beating slowly.
"Sky, you are indeed a pixie," she said, "But you're more than that, you are our King, the King we've been waiting for since our father died twenty years ago."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, reaching out for her hands, "What makes you think that I'm some kind of king?"
"It's obvious that you're our King, your wings tell us that," Fern said, looking past my shoulders, "But I have no idea how that's possible, and I've known and worked with you for over two years."
"But Fern," Elfie said from behind me, "Aren't kings supposed to be healers? And isn't King Skyler a healer?"
"I'm a veterinarian, which is a healer of sorts," I agreed, "But that required years of studying to learn how to diagnose and treat animals. Becoming a veterinarian has nothing to do with pixies or magic and it certainly doesn't make me a king."
"Come with me," Fern said, flapping her wings faster and raising herself slightly off the ground, "I need to show you what we're talking about."
"You mean fly? You want me to fly?" I asked. It was impossible to hide the excitement in my voice.
"Those wings of yours aren't just for decoration," she said smiling, "You should try them out."
I turned my head to look at my wings, but because they were positioned directly behind me, I couldn't actually see them. I only caught a brief glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye.
Taking a look at the pixies around me, I noticed their wings were attached to their upper backs, on or near their shoulder blades. So, I focused my attention to my shoulder blades and the breeze on my back got stronger. That's when I realized that the breeze I felt on my back was from my own wings! I moved those muscles faster and the breeze got even stronger. I was also feeling lighter on my feet.
I must have smiled, because the faces of the pixies around me began smiling back at me. As I worked the muscles faster and faster, I felt the breeze get stronger and stronger and soon my feet left the ground. I was flying!
"I'm flying!" I said, giggling, "I'm really flying!"
I felt like a little kid with a new toy. I laughed with delight. It must have been infectious because the pixies laughed with me. As I rose higher and higher, I looked down at the circle of pixies and they cheered me.
"How does it feel to be flying for the first time?" Fern asked, smiling at me.
I looked across and there was Fern flying beside me. "This is amazing! I'm really doing this," I said delightedly.
"Come with me," she said, as she headed east, towards the rising moon.
It took me a bit to learn steering and direction, but soon I was able to follow her. My flight pattern was erratic as I struggled to master the intricacies of wing angle adjustments, body positioning, flap speed, and wind conditions. Fortunately, there was very little breeze on this bright, moonlit night.
I followed Fern for about 15 minutes for what I guessed was likely a 5 or 10-minute flight for her. She led me to a small pond and landed at its edge. I followed her down, but my landing wasn't as smooth, and I ended up falling down on all fours at the muddy edge of the pond.
Nearby, a horny bullfrog was calling out obscenities to a nearby would-be mate.
Fern helped me up. "Just ignore him," she said of the bullfrog.
"Why have you brought me here?" I asked.
"Look in the water," she said.
I stood in the water at the edge of the pond. There were still a few ripples from my crash landing, but as the ripples slowly faded, my reflection became clearer and clearer by the light of the moon.
There was my naked self with an impressive erection, but past that was my normal face, except it was framed by a fuller head of brown hair in a pixie cut with two pointy ears on either side of my head sticking out through the hair. I cocked my head back and forth to get a better look at my ears, but there was no sign of my wings.
I realized I must have folded my wings behind my back in a manner that all butterflies do when they are resting. I focused on opening my wings and I watched my image in the water as a beautiful pair of wings slowly emerged from behind me. They were the orange and black wings of a monarch butterfly!
I turned to Fern, who was smiling broadly with tears of joy in her eyes.
"I don't understand," I said, "how did this happen?"
She stepped forward and placed her arms around my waist while I held her shoulders. My erection poked her in the stomach before pointing upwards between our stomachs.
"For the past two weeks, we were expecting a king to come and mate with my mother. I started to tell you about that in the restaurant the other day before we were interrupted," she said, "In the past, the King has always come in the form of a stag. That's why my mother was a doe on the night she was caught in that trap. Somehow you were that king we were waiting for, but I don't understand how you couldn't have known."
A stag! That was the answer.
"There was something I wanted to tell you a couple of days ago," I said, "But there were so many other things going on at the time that I never got the chance. I almost forgot about it until now."
I told Fern about Randy's dog, Artemis, and how she led me to the stag trapped in the woods. The stag had been shot and I was too late to save him, but I was with the stag when he died and vanished. I recalled that at the moment he disappeared, I felt a shiver up and down my spine. That must have been when he passed his royal powers onto me somehow.
"The last thing he said to me before he died was 'I'll leave it to you to carry out my line'," I recalled, "I didn't understand it at the time, but now it makes sense."
"Maybe he transferred his royal power to you because he thought you were a pixie, since you could understand animal language," Fern noted, "He couldn't have known otherwise."
"But Fern, don't you think it's odd that Randy would set traps and capture both your mother and the pixie stag?" I asked, "It's almost as if he knew all about pixies and the arrival of the king in the form of a stag."
"He knew my mother was a pixie in disguise as a doe and that I was a pixie, too," she reminded me.
She pressed our bodies together to kiss me. My cock twitched from the stimulation.
"I'm so fucking horny," I said after breaking the kiss, "Are pixies always this horny?"
"As a general rule, yes, but as a king, I'm guessing you might have it worse than most of us," Fern said, as she reached down and began stroking my erection with both hands.
"Ohhh," I moaned, "That feels so good."
I was about to reach for her breasts, but I noticed the mud on my hands from my landing in the mud. Looking down at my knees, I saw they were covered in mud as well. Fern saw me looking at my muddy hands.
She stopped stroking me. "Why don't you wash yourself off first?" she suggested with a lascivious smile, "Then we can have some fun before rejoining the rest of the group."
I turned and took a couple of steps into the water and bent over to rinse my hands and knees. As I bent down, I felt Fern's hands caressing the edge of my wings behind me. The feeling of her hands against the edge of my wings made me quiver with desire. My cock throbbed and my balls ached, sending wave upon wave of sexual urgency throughout my body.
"Oh my god!" I moaned. I was going crazy with lust. Pre-cum oozed from my cock. I needed to fuck, and I needed it now.
