Chapter Two - Pixie Discovers Charlie's World

Selkie drew herself from the sea at dawn and tucked her coat into a niche in the cave where not even Charlie would find it. Not that it mattered since he'd touched her coat and she was forever bound to him.

She headed up the familiar path, but her mind was distracted, constantly returning to what Charlie had done to her the day before.

She heard voices chattering and hurriedly hid herself in a hollow off the trail where she could see who it was.

It was her friends Aurora, Fern, Hazel, and Ciela. All were sprites and shoulder-height to her Pixie self.

She moved onto the trail where they could see her and they fell into an awkward silence, giving odd looks to each other.

“What's up?” she asked.

“Congratulations,” Fern spoke first, before the others could say anything.

She looked at them in confusion as Aurora held out a beautiful multicolor garment to her. “Put this on before a human sees you.”

Her friends helped her slip the dress over her head and they hurried to their favorite spot along the stream to talk. It was a grassy area with trees at the back that had roots twisted into perfect seats.

“Now tell me what is going on with you four,” Pixie said.

The sprites looked at each other in embarrassment, before turning back to her with faces that were rapidly changing color.

Hazel spoke first, “Well, yesterday we were going to visit you, and when we got near your cave we heard a strange noise.” Her voice stopped abruptly.

Ciela looked up at the sky she was named for before adding, "We didn't mean to peek.” She stopped. Her face had turned a bright fuchsia.

Fern whispered, “We saw, um, his dick.”

Aurora peeped, “And he was doing things to you I wish someone would do to me. Oh, I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out.” Her whole body pulsed purple, pink, red, and green with embarrassment.

Pixie looked from one to another, “So you're saying you saw…” Her voice broke. Her friends all nodded.

“Was it good?” piped up Fern.

“Indeed,” Pixie replied with a sigh, and her eyes glazed over as she thought about the day before.

The spell was broken. The sprites started chatting about how handsome he was, and how much they had enjoyed seeing what he did to her.

Pixie's attention was drawn back to the conversation. “You mean to tell me you kept watching?” burst out Pixie.

The sprites looked everywhere but at her. “Tell me.”

“Well, y-yes,” stammered Ciela with shades of sunset washing over her.

“We had to make sure that you were not hurt.” Aurora pulsed with colors and folded her arms defensively.

“We couldn't look away; his dick is so yummy,” Fern burst out before covering her mouth.

Pixie didn't know whether to run away and hide from embarrassment or laugh at and with her friends because of theirs. “So now you know my secret. I'm in love with a human,” she said flatly.

“Well, not just any human. He's one of the fey folk also, since he's a furbeast. His mother was a sprite, and his father a selkie,” said Aurora with authority. “That makes him one of us fey folk. Technically he's a selkie, but I've never seen him turn himself into a seal nor remove his coat. I'll have to look into it more.”

“He is rather hairy,” Ciela piped up as she turned orange.

“We'll talk about this later because I hear someone coming,” Pixie said.

Her friends melted into the forest. Pixie hid behind a tree where she could see the trail. When she saw Charlie was coming, she playfully called, “Are you looking for someone?”

Charlie froze, his eyes darting from tree to tree.

Pixie stepped out where he could see her. With one stride he reached her and lowered his mouth to hers. Her arms reached around his neck and they kissed like they would never get enough of each other. His hands were under her dress, stroking her bare ass. She pressed closer to the growing lump between their bodies, wanting what he had done to her the day before.

Reluctantly, she whispered, “We're being watched.”

His eyes met hers and his body stilled. Looking at the patch of grass under their feet, Charlie said, “As much as I would like to continue this here and now, I have a better place. Are you hungry?”

She hadn't eaten, and nodded, her eyes still glazed from the kiss.

Before she could change her mind, Charlie grabbed her hand, and led her to a building with several doors. As he opened the third door, she hung back.

This was a house. The word alone gave her pause. She'd heard stories of selkies who had stepped into human homes and never returned, their freedom taken from them by the men who held their coats. Often these men were not nice to their women, and they either never got away, or, if they were able to find their coat, they had to choose between sea and children.

“What's wrong?” he searched her face for answers.

“I'm afraid,” she admitted nervously.

He nodded, “You still have your coat. I didn't take it yesterday and never will. It's for you to have whenever you want or need it. I promise I will never take it from you. In return I just ask one thing.” He paused. “Don't ever tie me to a kitchen chair to cut my hair and shave my beard.”

She blinked in surprise. “I promise.”

Relief crossed his face and she wondered at his strange request, but before that thought could form, he tugged at her hand to have her enter the small apartment. It looked to be about the size of her cave and smelled delicious, kind of a burned woody smell she couldn't identify.

“Can I get you a cup of coffee?”

She'd never had human food, just what she caught from the sea, and what she harvested from the forest.

“Umm, I guess.”

He brought over a cup of black liquid to which he had added some things and set it on the table. “Careful, it's hot. Make yourself at home,” he said. “Mi casa es su casa. I'll fix breakfast.” He started doing something in a small space near where she was standing.

A rainbow figure on the window sill caught her attention. A dragon! They were much smaller than she had imagined. Her finger moved cautiously toward it, not wanting to scare it. When it didn't move, she tried to touch its head. It tumbled from the window sill onto the floor. Pixie shrieked in alarm.

Charlie burst out laughing. “It’s just a decoration. There's another one in the bedroom.”

Pixie sat down on a chair and took a sip of coffee. “I could get used to this; it's delicious.” She was afraid to explore any more, although her eyes darted from one unfamiliar item to the next. Another table stood in the corner with a large black box and a black square standing on it. Beside it was a tall shelf stuffed with items, and against it, just before an open door, was a rack of foot coverings like Charlie was wearing.

Soon, Charlie set a plate before her, filled with some unfamiliar food and a pile of shrimp. “I figure if you don't like the steak and eggs I made you, you can eat the shrimp I found in my freezer. I forgot they were there as I'm seldom home.” He pushed aside a stack of papers to make room for his plate. “I really have to make time to go through all this junk mail.”

Charlie saw Pixie was eating the shrimp with her fingers and was reaching for the steak. He stopped her. “Just a minute,” he said. He disappeared through the door she had noted and returned with a warm cloth, which he used to clean her fingers. “Sorry I don't have any napkins. I rarely have company.” He pulled her plate over and cut the steak into bite-sized pieces, then demonstrated how to use her fork.

A popping sound from the tiny kitchen made her jump.

“I forgot about the toast and butter,” he said.

She took a bite of steak. Delicious. Next, a bite of the food he called eggs. The center burst open and yellow spilled out on the plate. She hesitated but pressed on. It also was delicious. Charlie had spread butter on her toast and she nibbled on it. She surreptitiously watched Charlie to know how to eat. Soon her plate was empty, and she had wiped up the yellow from the eggs with her bread, mimicking Charlie.

“Good thing I found shrimp,” he said with humor.

She crossed her arms defensively. “I am a Selkie,” she said.

“Indeed,” he returned dryly.

He picked up their empty plates, quickly washed them, tidied up the tiny kitchen, and turned to find her studying him intently.

She stepped closer and asked, “Can we… do what we did yesterday?”

Charlie didn’t hesitate. He took her hand and led her gently through the door and to the bed. “This might be a bit more comfortable than your cave,” he said softly.

As he lifted the dress over her head, the lightning bolt from yesterday ran through her. The moment their skin met again, the connection returned. Inside his mind, the arachnid ponies were already waiting. Her Selkie self was drawn onto one of their backs, as the others began to move.

Charlie’s breath caught as he pulled her closer and saw her full body, waiting for him. He sat down on the edge of the bed, face burying itself between her breasts. He turned his head a tiny bit and licked a nipple, then nipped it lightly.

Desire ran through Pixie, and she pushed her hips closer. She wanted him.

He reached out and ran slow fingers up the inside of her legs to her sex. It opened like a flower to his fingers.

She gasped and tried not to scream as the sensations grew so intense that she needed release.

“Scream for me, my Pixie.”

A high-pitched sound left her throat as a wave of pleasure ran through her body.

“I couldn't stop.”

“Good.” Charlie stretched out on the bed. “Your turn,” he said as he guided her to straddle him.

She bent over and licked his nipple. When he gave a long groan she reached out and ran her finger over the other nipple. She felt him stiffen even more beneath her. It felt different, being in control. She lifted up and impaled herself on his eager cock.

His hands grabbed her hips, raised her, and slammed her back onto him time and again until she screamed, “Charlie!” and pulsed around him.

His cock deep within her, he felt the momentum building. He was so close; just a tiny move by her would send him over the edge, but he wanted her to cum one more time with him. He reached up and cupped a breast, running his finger over the tip, then pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. He felt her starting to close around him, even as he moved his other hand down, inserted a thumb and stroked her clit. Her cunt pulsed, she screamed, and with a final thrust, he pumped her full of cum.

“I couldn't stop.”

“Neither could I.”

One by one, the ponies slowed their dance. Pixie rolled off Charlie and slowly drifted back to herself. The room returned in pieces: the light through the window, the unfamiliar softness of the mattress, the steady rhythm of Charlie’s breathing.

Charlie handed her a warm cloth to wipe herself, then lay back down beside her.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

“They’re still there,” Pixie said softly.

Charlie turned his head and asked, “The ponies?”

She nodded, “They’re not resting the same way they did before. They’re aware.”

Letting out a slow breath, he asked, “You can feel them?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“What does this mean?”

“I can always find you. You're part of me now, and I'm part of you.”

Charlie blinked. “Find me?”

“No matter where you are,” she said, “if the connection remains like this I will always be able to reach you. Not your body,” a small pause, “but your mind. Your self.”

“And you’re sure that’s a good thing?”

“I don’t know yet,” she admitted.

After a moment, he nodded, "Fair enough. I guess we’re inventing new magical rules.”

Pixie smiled, just a little. "It would seem so.” At least he was accepting of the magic. She shifted, putting her head on Charlie's shoulder, "In all my years I have never heard of this happening with a human.”

Charlie gave a sarcastic smile, "I’m full of surprises.”

“You are,” she agreed, then more softly, "and so are you to yourself.”

He raised an eyebrow, “What does that mean?” He waited.

She didn’t elaborate.

“You’re going to make me figure that out, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He laughed under his breath, "I think you are full of surprises yourself.”

Silence settled again, but this time it was comfortable. Then Pixie’s head turned toward the window.

Charlie noticed it immediately and asked, “What?”

She didn’t answer at first. Then, with a small sigh, “We are not alone.”

Charlie followed her gaze. He could see nothing.

“They are here,” she explained.

“Who?” he asked.

“My friends, the sprites.”

Charlie dropped his head back with a groan, “They’ve been there the whole time, haven’t they?”

“Most likely.”

“They don't have better things to do?”

“They’re curious.”

“They’re spying.”

“That too.”

They heard a muffled giggle from outside. Pixie pressed her lips together, trying not to smile.

Charlie pointed toward the window, “You realize that I have to face them now.”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going to stop them.”

“No.”

He let out a breath, then looked at her again. She was watching him, not embarrassed, not ashamed… just open, certain. That steadied him more than anything else.

“…All right,” he said finally, “We might as well get this over with.”

Pixie slipped off the bed and smoothed her dress down, regaining her composure. She turned and held out her hand to him.

“Together,” she said.

Charlie looked at her hand, then took it. “Together,” he agreed, and they opened the door to face the sprites.