Lilly the Fairy Queen (Commission, LOLI (U12), futaxfemale, transformation)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Another commission I got from my patron: worldendr. This one has loli so if that tickles your ire, then hit the back button.

The farm was still in view, though far away. Lilly shambled through the forest, her sack heavy with herbs, berries and mushrooms for her mother, but she could always get more. That’d make Mother proud, maybe even get her an extra treat after supper. She giggled at the thought and pushed through a bush. In her excitement, she didn’t think to check her footing and slipped down a steep hill. Her sack caught on a stray root, splitting open but breaking her fall.

“Oh no,” Lilly said as all her work spilled onto the dirt. She looked up for a way to climb up, but no more roots were available and the rise was steeper than she could manage. Without option, Lilly wriggled free of the root and slid down the rest, which wasn’t far, leaving her with only a few scrapes. Not much worse than a usual day on the farm.

She was the youngest of her family at seven. While her mother and sisters handled the majority of farm work, they still gave her chores to do, like herding some of the sheep or cows when they got out. All her energy as a child came in handy, and she was fast for her age with her long, honed legs. That said, she was clumsy at the best of times, resulting in a missing tooth and several bruises over her short life. Stubborn resilience kept her getting back up time and again.

Mother would be upset. Not only was her child hurt again, but all the stuff she’d wanted was unrecoverable. She’d bring a spare sack next time, Lilly thought and started on her way. No path to guide her, but she knew the farm was backwards. All she needed was to get back up somehow and head in that direction.

Simple in plan, not in execution. The trees were all the same to her eyes, getting her turned around until she wound up at the cliffside again. She marched away and found a clearing, not one she recognised, however. Shadows encroached around her, the sun sinking past trees until she was left with shards of light. Sounds exploded from the darkness, each crack of a twig now seemed right by her ear. Lilly swallowed her fears and tried making her way through, certain her family was worried sick.

“This way…”

Lilly blinked at the strange voice. No one else was around, but the words sounded so close, like they were spoken into her mind. Maybe they were. She’d heard about magical creatures that liked to live in the woods. Some lured little girls like herself to their demise, others were kind.

“Follow the lights,” the voice said again and Lilly blinked at the sudden illumination before her. They hovered around, floating like tiny lanterns. A mean creature wouldn’t use lights, she thought. With that justification, and a hint of fear chilling her body, she followed. The lights led her down a way free of obstruction where possible, with only a few that they showed her, until a wall of thorns stood in her path.

“You must get through… save me…”

Lilly tried pushing past, but shrank away as they pricked her skin.

“Save me, please…” The voice pleaded, a sound so tormented that it broke Lilly’s small heart. Whatever was beyond the thorns needed her help. She shoved her way through, clothes ripping and flesh bleeding, but she made it. On the other side, she was faced with a massive bird cage, from which a blazing light emanated. It settled down once Lilly tugged her foot free. She gawked at the sight before her.

Inside the cage was a tiny person with gorgeous wings the size of their body. From their shape, it was a female with a figure that Lilly’s mother would envy despite the difference in sizes between them. Strangely, the person also had those things Lilly sometimes saw on the horses and was about the same size as the person’s whole shapely body. Lilly had heard of them in a storybook; Fairies.

“Oh wow, you’re a fairy, aren’t you?” Lilly asked, running up the cage and forgetting her scratches.

“Yes,” the fair answered, kneeling down to touch Lilly’s nose. A strange light flowed from her tiny fingers, coursing along the child’s body, closing her wounds and chasing the pain. It even left her feeling giddy afterwards, like the medicines her mother sometimes gave her. Being so close, Lilly could smell the fairy’s aroma; a mixture of sweets and something like the horses when they were in ‘mating season’. It spurred a flash of warmth in Lilly’s body.

And the desire to taste the fairy’s thing. Not just that, but she wanted it to do something to her. A part of her said it would feel amazing, though it didn’t tell her what ‘it’ was. She stayed glued to the cage, eyes carving the fairy’s shape into her mind. If she looked long enough, maybe she could draw it and show her family.

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