Chapter 5

Making a New Life

Pixie woke up snuggled against Charlie on the narrow shelf. Slowly, afraid to wake him, she started exploring his body with one hand, propped up on the other so she could see him. Lightning rippled through her as he put his hand on her knee. His breathing did not change, so she knew he was asleep. She wondered if she could replicate the feeling he had given her, so she started playing with her nipples. The increasingly familiar ache rose between her legs. She reached her hand down and ran her fingers on each side of the lips, then, when they started engorging, she fingered her clit. A most delightful feeling came across her and as she continued to play with herself, she came with a quiet intensity. Charlie slept on, the ponies slept on. She drifted back off to sleep.

Charlie woke up. He stared at the unfamiliar cave roof and recollection surfaced. He started to move and found his body was a bit stiff this morning.

“I forget I am not twenty-seven anymore,” he said. He sighed. He just couldn't do it this way. He was going to have to convince Pixie that living in the apartment was not bad. Better yet, he'd get a house. At the moment, he wanted coffee, breakfast, and a hot shower, not necessarily in that order. He swung his legs off the shelf and stood up.

“Where are you going?” said Pixie.

“I need to get cleaned up.”

He moved the rock. She picked up her coat and headed for the sea. He grabbed her hand, put the dress over her head, and said, “I mean a shower.”

“Shower?”

He didn't stop walking as he growled, “At the apartment.”

At his apartment, he headed into the bedroom and then to a tiny room off of it. There was barely enough room for two of them. He gestured to the toilet and said, "Ladies first to pee."

She sat down, peed, and he gestured to the shower he had turned on. “It should be warm.”

She stepped in the big white basin to find a delightful shower of water pouring out of an overhead device. She could get used to this. Much better than the cold stream she had been bathing in for the past week.

He did his business and joined her in the warm water. He introduced her to soap and a scrubby and they took turns scrubbing each other's backs. And if hands wandered a bit in the process, well, they were on a path of discovery. They rinsed and he turned off the water.

He stepped out, helped her get out and handed her a towel to dry off. “Find something in the closet to wear,” he said. “Your dress is dirty. You can come to the table or wait in the bedroom. I'll have breakfast for you shortly.”

She went into the bedroom and stopped short. There were eyes everywhere. She went back in the bathroom and noticed more looking at her.

“Charlie,” she called, “what are all these animals?”

“I like my plushies,” he explained, which really didn't explain anything to her. She cautiously approached a miniature bear and, when he didn't move, she petted it. It had very soft plush fur, unlike the stiff bristly hair of a real bear, and she figured out that these were toys made to look like the real thing.

She continued exploring with her eyes, afraid to touch anything else after the dragon incident. There was a huge poster behind shiny stuff with what looked like strange birds and other unfamiliar items that looked like they might move.

“Humans are strange,” she thought. And her Furbeast was very different, she suspected. “When had he become HER Furbeast?” she wondered. She opened the closet to find more plushies, as he called them. She pulled out a white shirt, put it on, buttoned a couple of buttons, and rolled up the sleeves to reveal her hands. She noted that Charlie had very long arms.

She sat down on the far side of the bed, then lay down. This was comfortable.

Soon, Charlie came in with steak, eggs and toast. She was proud of herself for remembering the names.

“I normally only have this on Wednesday,” he said, like that meant something. Seeing her confused look, he further explained, “I always try to have protein for breakfast on Wednesday. I think, however, we need the extra calories this morning. It would be easier to eat this at the table,” he continued.

After they ate, he sat down at the desk and started pushing buttons on a flat box. She watched, fascinated, as different pictures and lines flashed across the upright screen.

Noticing her watching he said, “I'll teach you how to use this soon.”

He turned his chair around and growled, “Come here, my lovely Pixie.”

Pixie went and stood between his legs. His hands pulled her closer, he unbuttoned the shirt, and his mouth captured a nipple.

She moaned as he targeted his attention on one nipple then the other. She felt the bulge in his shorts growing against her knees. Stepping back, Pixie grabbed Charlie's hand and led him to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and, freeing his cock, slid his shorts off his hips. He stepped out of them: she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, pulling him close enough to run her tongue around the head of it. It grew and stiffened, so she opened her mouth for him to fuck her.

He entered carefully, afraid to get too deep and gag her, but he felt her mouth and throat relax to take him in, as her hands went to his ass to pull him closer yet.

He was getting close to cumming, when she stopped, pulling back so he slipped out of her mouth.

“Not yet,” she said with a saucy grin.

Pixie removed the shirt and moved to the center of the bed where she lay, legs splayed, playing with her clit.

Charlie joined her, sucking on her nipples and replacing her fingers with his. He propped himself up on one arm while he fingered her with the other, shoving two, then three fingers, in her pussy. He finger-fucked her until, with a scream, she came.

Her pussy was still pulsing when he buried his cock deep within her. “It just doesn't stop, does it?” he asked.

“No,” she moaned. “Yes, there, more.”

“There?” he asked, pulling out and pushing in again.

“Yes, please Charlie. I want you,” she whimpered.

He fucked her in earnest then, pulling out just far enough to slam it back in her.

Pixie entered Charlie's mind, merging with it as their bodies came closer to cumming together. The ponies were doing an elaborate dance around the Selkie. Then, with mind fully joined, her body took over, her pussy spasming tightly over his cock. He let go, coating her pussy with a thick batch of cum.

Every morning after that, she stepped from her cave in pixie form to meet him, if she hadn't stayed overnight, which she often did. They wandered forest paths thick with moss, walked the pale curve of the beach as waves lapped their feet, or stayed within the cave's cool shadows where time seemed to fold around them.

Sometimes she took selkie form, and played in the shallow surf while he swam with her and the arachnid ponies gathered along the shore. Their delicate legs clicked against wet sand as they watched her dive and spin. In pixie form she and Charlie explored each other with the same wonder.

Pixie quickly adapted to his world and soon it was like she had always been a human in the contemporary world.

He learned quickly that shrimp delighted her and he brought them often - steamed, peeled, fried - piled high on plates she was still learning to use. She discovered something in return: she had learned to cook from watching videos on the computer he'd shown her and she now knew that the way to her Furbeast’s heart was to feed him. That suited them both perfectly.

He was patient with her and taught her more and more about sex.

She was on top of him one day after he had taken her over the edge in a screaming orgasm. “Turn around,” he said.

She turned around and mounted his hard cock. She could feel his hair against her clit and she reached down to open the lips wider so he would be deeper. “I love feeling you inside me,” she said.

The ponies were going wild in his head and she could feel the selkie dancing with them.

“I love being inside you,” he replied.

All of a sudden she felt something pushing against her ass. She screamed as he slipped a thumb into her hole and started fucking her with it as she rode him. What a delicious sensation!

His breathing became labored, as did hers, and with one final thrust, she screamed his name. She pulsed hard around him and collapsed, just as he came with her.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he removed his finger.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned.

“I take it you liked that?”

“Yes,” whispered Pixie, “very much so.”

“I'll have to get you a butt plug,” he said, as much to himself as to her.

They only had about three moons before he went back to work, and he bought her different vibrators so she could still enjoy herself while he was gone.

Chapter 6: Selkie Is Sad

Another nine moons passed. Selkie was curled up in her corner of the cave, huddled in the warm water.

“Come out and play,” called the other selkies. Soon they were joined by the Arachnid Ponies in the sand outside the cave, also calling Selkie to come frolic in the water with them. But she just didn't feel like it. You see, after over a year, Selkie had realized she was hopelessly in love with her Furbeast and wanted to marry him. She wanted to remain a pixie; his Pixie. But not only did he not want to marry, but also she knew the ceremony would sever the magic that gave her the ability to be both a selkie and a pixie. It would also sever his magic of Furbeast with arachnid ponies. They would just become plain humans, and she didn't want the magic to end. Plus he had not ever said he loved her.

Selkie didn't know what to do and she just felt sad.

Charlie entered the cave. “Is something wrong with my Pixie?” he asked. “Would you like to talk about it?”

She just shook her head. He didn't press.

Charlie took Selkie in his strong arms and just held her quietly as she transitioned back to Pixie. His warm body, kind eyes, and quiet heartbeat soothed her. And then the electricity hit them both again.

He realized she was naked in his arms. He ran his hand over her soft, silky skin and cupped her head in his other hand. He harshly took her mouth in a rough kiss before it gentled, and his tongue entered and intertwined with hers.

Pixie could feel his cock growing between them and her hands lifted his shirt. She rubbed his nipples, as she'd learned he liked that almost as much as she did when he did it to her.

She pulled his shorts down over his hips and looked at his cock, then took it in her mouth.

Charlie moaned as he felt his cock all the way to the back of her throat. She was running her tongue over the bottom side of it and he started moving it slowly in and out.

Pixie's breathing grew ragged as she got more and more aroused by what she was doing.

Charlie pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back on her shelf bed. He straddled her with his cock where she could put her mouth around it again, spread her legs, and licked her delicious pussy.

Pixie moaned in desire around the cock in her mouth. She was cumming in an instant, pouring her pussy juices into his mouth.

Charlie pulled his cock out of her mouth; Pixie whimpered and reached for him but he positioned himself between her legs and the tip of his cock entered her pussy. He bent over and kissed her again. She tasted herself in his kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“I want what you want,” she replied.

Charlie moved slightly and Pixie moaned. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, “I want you.”

“How much do you want me?”

“I want all of you. I need you. Give it to me, Charlie.”

With that, he shoved his cock in her wet pussy until their pelvises were touching.

Stopping, he asked, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes!” she screamed. “Give it to me, Charlie. I'm addicted to you. I have to have you always.”

Charlie felt her tight pussy walls closing around him as she neared another peak.

“Ohhh, Charlie,” she wailed as she went over the edge. It went on and on.

“It just doesn't stop, does it? I can feel that.”

In their heads the ponies and the selkie were doing their dance, stronger than ever.

When she had stopped cumming, Charlie began to move again, with purpose this time. Soon, Pixie had another screaming orgasm. Charlie joined her, pumping his cum into her tight pussy.

As their breathing slowed, Charlie spoke up, “Damn, you're amazing.”

Pixie, at the same time, said, “You're amazing!”

“Jinx,” he said, and stood up, cum dripping from his cock.

“I think we need a shower,” he said wryly.

“I wouldn't mind,” replied Pixie.

“By the way, have I told you that I love you?” Charlie asked, kissing Pixie thoroughly.

Pixie threw her arms around Charlie's neck and, kissing him back, said, “I love you too.”

Charlie had made sure his Pixie had several dresses in her cave in case she needed them and he grabbed the first one that came to hand and pulled it over her head, helping her put her arms through the sleeves. Then he held his hand out to her.

Pixie took Charlie's hand and they headed up the path to the apartment. To home.