Rite of Spring (illustrated, male/futa, rom, xform)

Rite of Spring

by Flondrix

rom, m/futa, futa/m, futa/futa, transformation

November 5, 2011

I wrote this for the story contest; I am now posting it with illustrations commissioned from Xxxloveless over on Hentai Foundry. I had to rush to press back in November without having someone read it over first. I would appreciate any comments about readability, confusing scenes, character believability, etc.

(This is a work of fiction, nothing and no one appearing in it is in any way based on reality.)

Mike looked around the club awkwardly. Money, beauty, keen fashion sense and connections within the fetish community were all prerequisites for membership. These people made him feel shabby even in his best formal party clothes. Finding the place had been hard enough even given the address; there was no trace of the establishment on the outside, nor any logos or labels visible once he was inside. If you belonged here, you were expected to already know all about it. It had been obvious that the doorman hadn't wanted to let Mike in, but in the end decided to honor the engraved invitation he had been given. The other clientele treated him as if he were invisible, which was probably just as well. He nervously sipped at his lime seltzer and waited for the show to begin. Finally, the lights dimmed and a spotlight fell on the curtain, which opened to reveal a mass of curly brown hair topping a figure curled up underneath a floral embroidered robe. As music began to play, the dancer stood up and shed the robe in a single fluid motion. Her ethnicity was impossible to place, with her hair, her light golden brown skin, and her bright green eyes each suggesting a different answer. Her nude body was petite yet feminine, with firm round little breasts, subtly muscled curves, and between her thighs an erect cock any man would be proud to call his own. Her name was Fiona; she was Mike's best client, and his obsession.

Mike had edited, and wanked over, hundreds of pictures and dozens of hours of video of Fiona in the nude, yet he had had no idea that she performed live until she had sent him a pass to this show. It had always been obvious from the videos that she had some experience as a dancer or gymnast, but as Fiona began to dance on stage, Mike realized that she must have had formal ballet training. He recognized the score as excerpts from Stravinsky's Rite of Spring. Far from being an impediment or a novelty, her penis was was part of the choreography as she acted out both the male and female roles in this explicit fertility dance. To the regular patrons of this exclusive club, this performance was merely the most recent diversion devised by the proprietors to hold the interest of an increasingly jaded clientele, but Mike was falling in love all over again.

The original ballet was supposed to end with a young girl dancing herself to death. Fiona had choreographed a happier ending; as t