The Life Cycle of the Lesser Blue Fairy
(Mf? size magic) Part 1/4
You don't believe in fairies? This one could change your life 
forever.

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suitable for children. It may not be reproduced in any way where 
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Chapter One - Caterpillar
In which we introduce our hero. The larval stage is in many ways 
the most active, and superficially interesting.


10.09 Saturday 8th May 2004 

Today, I started this log. Because I just have to record the 
strange thing that's going on. Like some fantasy film. Or science 
fiction, or some other weird stuff. I think I've got an alien.

It started with the blue egg. Old Uncle Mike sent it to me. I mean 
what do you think when the UPS boy delivers a small brown 
cardboard box you are not expecting, and it turns out to be from a 
great-uncle you haven't seen in seven years? For a start I had 
been told he was dead, but - well that's the least strange thing. 
Inside was lots of polystyrene chips, and a section torn off an 
egg box, but taped together because the thing in it was too big to 
fit.

Its not here now so I should record what it was like. About 3 in. 
long, oval shape. Slightly warm and resilient to the touch - I got 
the feeling that if I had dropped it, it would have bounced, not 
smashed. Not that I tried, of course - it was too beautiful. 

Glassy, translucent, mostly blue, but I could see colours shifting 
inside it when I stared. 

This is what happened. I had taken in my study to open, and got it 
out of the tape and stuff. I was just holding in my hand, trying 
to make out the patterns, when it started to get warm,  and then 
buzz, or vibrate. I was about to put it down when suddenly it 
split. I suppose that *is* quite like an egg. But a small ball of 
blue light shot out, and went up to the corner of the ceiling. All 
the other contents just went up in a small cloud, like blue smoke, 
and that slowly dispersed, leaving just the two empty egg shell 
halves. I've got them here on the desk in front of me as I type, 
and they are very thin, like glass but strong, almost clear but 
with a blue tinge.

But this is the thing. I think the blue light is alive.

When I went over to the corner where it was and looked up, it 
skipped over to the other corner, then dived behind the curtains. 
We played hide a seek for a bit, for five minutes before I sat 
down at my desk to try and think this out. And then it came out 
and hovered behind me - I could see it in the reflection of the 
monitor. I moved over and sat back in my armchair, pretending not 
to see it, and it followed. It seems to be curious about me, but 
also very - shy?


12.23 Sunday 9th May 2004

I've been singing to my light ball. I will have to give it a name, 
but I can't decide on one. I think female, although I'm not sure 
why. 

It is in the study, of course. I have been careful to keep the 
door shut and I cannot see how it could get out, but I was not 
sure if it was in there, hiding somewhere, or if it had just 
evaporated. I like my study, it is my favourite room, but it has 
lots of bookcases and  shelves, to say nothing of some odd 
furniture (can't ignore my jukebox!) so there are a lot of places 
to hide. I was humming an old Beatles song, as I was doing my 
filing - I really had forgotten about the light ball, I wasn't 
pretending this time - and suddenly I heard it buzzing along in 
tune. When I sneaked a look it was bobbing up and down in time. I 
have to get it's confidence somehow, so I can study it.


20.16 Tuesday 11th May 2004

It likes honey. It sips honey from the edge of my teaspoon (As a 
treat I have honey in coffee instead of sugar) and now it seems to 
trust me. It comes and hovers just above my keyboard - I don't 
know if its looking at me or the screen. Maybe both at once? Who 
can say with small blue balls of light?

And it hums to me, even when I'm not singing.


23.17 Thursday 13th May 2004

I haven't told anyone about this - in fact I'm feeling a bit 
protective of my little alien. She is so cute, so friendly, that 
the thought of scientists poring over her fills me with horror. So 
I guess this log is important. I will try and record every thing 
that happens.

And I haven't told Celia. I am spending more and more time in my 
den - fortunately it's the one room she never wants to see, not 
since I won the fights ages ago about her coming in and tidying up 
in here. 

I think she thinks I read porn in here. Well to be honest, I used 
to . There was this ace website called asstr.org., although I 
haven't been there for ages.

I guess the magic goes out of any marriage after a while. Although 
for us it was rather quick - we've only been married three years, 
and perhaps there wasn't that much there to start with. It's not 
that we fight much. And she's okay looking, if a bit - mousy? 
Tallish, brunette, quite slim, but not much in the way of tits. 
Well, I'm no superman. In hindsight, the trouble was we both went 
out with each other because no one else would. And then we talked 
ourselves into the rest of it because it would have been just too 
sad to admit the truth. That, in the end, we are each about as 
good as either of us was ever going to get. 

 I must have fancied her once, although I cannot quite remember 
why. She *is* good company, she tries to look after me, and she 
puts up with my jokes. But  ... well, I don't suppose I deserve 
any more. So - she hangs around with unbrushed hair in a shell 
suit and reads lots of Mills and Boon. And I spend hours in my den 
and don't tell her what I do here.


11.23 Saturday 15th May 2004

She's not an alien. She's a fairy. Or a very fairy shaped alien. 
You know, those little sparkly ones from Fantasia, that did the 
autumn colours to leaves, and put frost on ponds, and danced 
around in mid air. Yeah, I thought they were pretty hot too when I 
was a kid, and once I even had a guilty wank over the video.

It was when she ate the eggshell. Or absorbed it. She settled on 
the shells as a little ball of light, and ten minutes later when I 
glanced over, I could see the distinct outline of a fairy through 
the light. Now, it's as clear as anything, although she still 
glows almost as much, and the shells have disappeared. She's not 
bouncing around much, so I think she must be tired. I'm going to 
leave her alone for a bit to recover.


15.46 Saturday 15th May 2004

Tinkerbell eat your heart out! My alien is just beautiful. Still 
glowing, but now in the classic fairy form. Let me describe her. 
About three inches tall, perfect human female shape; well perhaps 
a bit slim for my tastes, with more a teenager's figure than a 
woman's. The breasts are there; small, but as they say perfectly 
formed (I was very careful to check that out); two pairs of 
dragonfly wings coming out between her shoulder blades; short 
curly hair; diamond bright tiny blue eyes, and a smile. What a 
smile.

She really does like me! 


21.35 Sunday 16th May 2004 

Now she really has her energy back, and flits around, singing and 
twirling, grinning and teasing. She is so fast. We play this game 
where I pretend to swat her, and I've stopped pretending - there 
is no chance I could hit her anyway, she is so quick. She laughs 
at my efforts. I must seem such a big clumsy lump to a little 
creature of light like her. But she hangs on my every movement, 
and shows no sign of being bored.

I have decided to call her Ariel. She recognises her name already!


22.16 Monday 17th May 2004

This girl is such a flirt. As she hovers, she twists or leans to 
display herself, and runs her hands over her glowing skin - maybe 
her legs, or her stomach, or even her tiny breasts. She just loves 
that I can't tear my eyes off her. Every now and then I would 
pretend to be offended and turn away, and she would flit in front 
of me to hang her head and pretend to be sorry.


22.50 Tuesday 18th May 2004

What a tease! She has somehow worked out which poses and actions 
get to me, and was putting on such a porn show today. Maybe she is 
interested in human sexuality? What she was doing wasn't a game 
any more, it was getting really hot, and I just had to leave. I 
admit I went straight up to the bathroom for a wank. Best release 
I've had for ages. Is it really that long since I've enjoyed sex? 

I suppose I really ought to do something more exciting with Celia 
but I can't face the battle these days. The funny thing is, in a 
quiet sort of way, Celia could be quite pretty. She has a nice 
face when she smiles. (Yeah, and when did that last happen?) Her 
figure is boyish, if you like that sort of thing, and although her 
boobs are hardly spectacular, they are a nice shape - not that I 
often get a chance to inspect. I suppose there was a time when the 
thought of climbing into bed next to her must have been a thrill, 
but for the life of me I can't remember it.


22.08 Wednesday 19th May 2004

She let me touch her! She was sitting on the edge of the keyboard, 
legs spread out and parted in front of her, and when I brought my 
hand up close she didn't flit away as usual. I just touched her 
foot with the tip of my index finger and she stayed put. When I 
really, really carefully slid it up her leg, she smiled at me and 
let me go right up to her - well I can't say pussy as she hasn't 
got one. Right up to where her legs join. That seemed to feel nice 
for her. She gave me a shit-eating grin then hopped up for a buzz 
around the ceiling.

By the way, she has no pussy or ass-hole or any sort of opening 
around there. She was so close and, unusually, so still, I could 
inspect it all. Why would she - what would she use them for? Her 
breasts do have tiny little nipples, though.


22.36 Friday 21st May 2004

I think we have made some sort of breakthrough here. Not only is 
she happy for me to touch her, now she touches me. It turns out 
she is really tactile - very happy with physical contact. Maybe it 
was just a confidence thing before.

She doesn't float around, or sit on things, now - she sits on me. 
On my head, on my shoulder, and particularly on my hands She is 
perching astride my left wrist as I type this and laughing as she 
clings on, as if my hand movements are the best from of fairground 
ride. And she loves being stroked.

We spent a happy hour after supper, with me sitting in my 
armchair, left hand on the arm of the chair and Ariel laying back 
in the palm of my hand. With my other forefinger I just stroked 
her gently, softly and rhythmically covering every bit of her 
little glowing body. I am afraid I paid most attention to the 
areas you would expect of a dirty old sod like me - her breasts 
just move so nicely - and the bottom half of her torso - I think I 
am in love with her tight little stomach. She seemed to like it as 
much wherever I went, though, and to be fair I did cover every 
little bit of her. She buzzed and wriggled just as much when I was 
running my finger up the outside of her arm, as when I was 
stroking the inside of her legs.

I think they are a bit bigger than I remember, but I suppose you 
would expect the beasts to grow. And maybe her hips and buttocks, 
you know, the general stuff you get when a girl changes into a 
woman. Now I wish I had taken photographs earlier - it is 
difficult for me to remember her exact shape from before.


22.28 Monday 24th May 2004

I took some photos, and now I have got them back from the chemists 
they are a real disappointment. All you see is a blue haze, like 
it's locally overexposed, in her position. It's as if her presence 
fogs the film or something. I think I ought to more careful in my 
descriptions in this log. Perhaps I will start taking 
measurements.

I'm afraid I did a bit of a naughty today. She was lying back in 
my left hand, enjoying her stroking. Her writhing and giggling as 
I fondled her was just so sexy, I couldn't help pull out the old 
man, and give it a stroke or two as well. After all, she's not 
human, she probably doesn't know what it is. And I am ashamed to 
admit I got carried away all too quickly, spurting all over my 
hand. But this is the weird bit, she loved it. As soon as she saw 
what happened, she leapt down, and hovered over my fingers, 
licking and sucking it all off! I ended up holding my hand up for 
her, while she circled around it like a humming bird. It was just 
so sexy watching her hovering and hoovering my nasty old spunk 
with so much enthusiasm, as if it was the most delicious stuff 
ever invented. I almost jerked of a second time, but manage to 
exercise a bit of self control.


23.05 Saturday 29th May 2004

I'm having sex with a four inch fairy. It would be ridiculous if 
it wasn't so wonderful. 

We've fallen into a pattern; I do a few chores, get the accounts 
out of the way or whatever. She hovers around provocatively, 
trying harder and harder to get my attention. Sometimes she 
perches on the top of the juke box, like a model on a car bonnet, 
or she might hang from the top of that Kandinsky print, facing 
out, and swinging her long legs about, or she might be literally 
hovering, trying out some upside down arial manoeuvres. (You can 
guess  what they display). Whatever she does, it's always hot. 
She's got a lot of moves from a stripper I saw once, although I 
can't imagine how. One day I was reminded of that girl (the 
stripper) when Ariel was twirling, and couldn't help comparing 
them in my mind. Next day she (Ariel) was using all those moves, 
as if she wanted to be sure there was no competition. But how did 
she get to know them? Just one more mystery.

Any way, when I can't stand it any more (and how long I resist 
varies, too) I hold out my hand to her and she throws herself at 
it, and sort of wraps herself in my fingers with little squeals 
and buzzes of delight. Then we spend the next twenty or thirty 
minutes pleasuring her, touching and stroking her in every place 
and in every way. She is so responsive and so appreciative that I 
could do it for ever. As she gets more worked up, the pitch of her 
buzzing gets higher, and I just love driving her into greater and 
greater frenzy. But it always ends the same way. At some stage my 
cock gets so demanding I just have to get it out, and she throws 
herself at it, so now I'm handling her as she clings to my penis, 
rubbing herself all over it. 

Her favourite position is hanging from the underside, her head up 
over the end kissing and licking my helmet, with her arms wrapped 
over the top of the head, and her legs crossed over the shaft. 
Sometimes she gets her fingers actually in the little opening, 
which feels really wild. I just hold all of her in both hands, and 
masturbate myself with her body. I'm afraid that as I get more 
excited I grip her really quite hard as I rub her up and down, but 
she seems to be pretty tough and just grabs hold tighter herself. 
Eventually of course, I explode all over her head and my fingers. 
Initially I was scared I might drown her, but I can see there is 
no chance of that. (In fact I'm not completely sure that she 
really needs to breath, although she does do it most of the time.) 
She goes into a frantic session of sucking, licking and gulping 
until there is nothing left. I've noticed that even when there is 
some jism on her body in out of the way places it disappears, as 
if it was absorbed. She really loves the stuff.


10.14 Sunday 6th June 2004

I'm afraid I've upset Celia. Without really meaning to, I've 
skipped our sex session for two Saturday nights now. 

I should explain. We never did it that often, even when we just 
dating and experimenting. Well there never was much experimenting, 
to be honest. Once I worked out a way of doing it that she liked, 
we seem to have stuck to just that pattern. Basically I go on top, 
and when I've finished my business I roll off her and rub her with 
my hand, you know, around her button. It doesn't take long. After 
all, if you are in the mood, friction in a round hole is all it 
takes for a man. Sometimes I come almost at once. And once I had 
worked out the finger movements she never took long either. 

We do it every Saturday. No other time, but we have never missed 
one either. Well until now. Even when I wasn't feeling much like 
it (say I'd had a wank the day before), I would mount her, and 
have a go, even if I had to pretend at the end. You think men 
can't fake it? Think again. I mean I would have to get stiff, of 
course. But I could usually bring up some picture of the last 
naked babe I had been staring at, that always worked. The trouble 
would always be the worry of not keeping it going long enough, and 
some times it was easier just to jerk up and down a bit then groan 
and take it out. How is she going to know?

Anyway, last Saturday I just forgot. I suppose I am just so 
wrapped in Ariel these days. And this Saturday, I remembered, but 
I had just finished this fantastic session with my favourite 
fairy, and I knew there was no way I was going to get it up, never 
mind pretend to be doing anything useful. So I pretended to have a 
headache. Yes, I know, pathetic. I think she was really hurt. Our 
bed is pretty big, and she rolled over to the far side and just 
lay there, facing away, as far from me as she could get and not be 
on the floor. I felt such a heel, but I hadn't realised those 
little sessions meant that much to her. Oh well, I will just have 
to be extra nice during the week. Maybe some flowers when I get 
home on Monday night?


23.10 Saturday 12th June 2004

Ariel has got bigger. I haven't made an entry to this log for 
days, and I realise she has changed a lot since last time. Not 
only larger, but also more grown up. She must be about six inches 
tall, now, and has the figure of a full woman. Not any woman, but 
the most fantastic babe you could imagine. 

She has also gained two little holes between her legs. Yes, a 
pussy and an asshole. I have no idea if they are real, but I 
suspect not. Of course I have started touching her there, and she 
likes that as much as anywhere else. I can't get even the tip of 
my little finger in it, but it is fun to imagine fucking her with 
it. I think it she puts on a show of liking it here for my benefit 
but we always still end up the same way, and what actually makes 
her convulse, and really shriek, is me spurting over her while she 
desperately clings to my cock.

Her wings have got smaller, and she has got - heavier. More solid. 
Its difficult to explain, but before her skin and her body was 
slightly translucent, and glowed as if lit from the inside. That 
has faded, and now she seems quite real, just like any other 
ordinary object. Well no, not object. Person. She is still blue, 
but it's just her skin colour. Oddly, I have just realised her 
face looks a lot like Celia's. Weird, because she can't have ever 
seen her. Hardly the same figure though. 

Now she hardly flies at all, and when she does, she hovers quite 
slowly, without any of the zooming and flitting. It's more like a 
toy helicopter than a dragonfly - my little fairy is getting all 
grown up.

The point is, how does she grow? She only eats honey and my spunk. 
I mean, even if she is magic, conservation of mass and all that 
should mean she can't get bigger and heavier without eating. God, 
what am I doing. Worrying about the laws of physics while a bright 
blue fairy prances around my keyboard. 

I have looked it up. Ejaculate actually has a lot of protein in 
it. Considering how much I come over her (and I know every single 
speck gets hoovered up) that probably is enough. It's weird to 
think that she is probably living, and growing, off just my spunk 
and a bit of honey. What hasn't changed, is how much she loves 
sex, being stroked, and above all, my jism. I think she's 
seriously addicted to it.


22.46 Wednesday 16th June 2004

I had this great idea, and went out and got Ariel some Barbie 
clothes. The corner shop on Arkwright Street had a blister pack 
with a little summer outfit - bright coloured shorts, top and 
plastic high heeled sandals. She's about that size, now, perhaps 
eight inches tall, and she just loved them. She is such a woman - 
she loves putting them on, and then taking them off again. 
Particularly taking them off again. God she's so hot. Tomorrow I'm 
going to go out and see if I can get her some really sexy outfits.



22.56 Thursday 17th June 2004

I can't believe what they sell to little girls to dress their 
dolls in. This stuff is pure porn! Forget Victoria's Secrets - I f 
you want a quick cheap fix of sexy gear, take your Barbie doll 
down to your local toy store. I ended up with the jodhpur riding 
set, the lycra disco set, the beach one piece and bikini set, a 
lace nighty, and a bodice and g string combo that made me blush 
when I handed it to the girl at the counter. Ariel is in seventh 
heaven and I managed to come all over her twice tonight.


21.56 Sunday 20th June 2004

Ariel spoke to me! Well, in a way. I will have to explain.

We have been playing this King Kong Game. She dresses up in 
something sexy but plausible, maybe hot secretary, or girl fallen 
off her horse, and runs around on the carpet. I play this big 
monster, and stomp around chasing her, while she screams in terror 
and looses bits of clothing as she falls over. Of course I always 
manage to stop her escaping, and eventually pick her up and slowly 
strip the remaining doll's clothes off her writhing body in my 
best King Kong manner. Then sometimes I lick her and pretend to 
get ready to eat her, or maybe I finger her and explore her little 
holes as if I had never seen them before.

This time I had her stripped and wriggling deliciously in my left 
hand while I touched my right little finger to the little crease 
between her legs. And a feeling, almost a plea, in my head said 
"Push!" I just knew it was her. So I did. And as I did this peel 
of noise, of feeling, filled my head. I can't describe it, except 
that it in some way it expressed just what she was feeling. I kept 
pushing and my finger went right up inside her. I had to do 
whatever made that feeling happen. I was on my knees, holding her 
right in front of my face, and I could see the bulge of my finger 
inside her lower belly. I pushed and turned my digit until the 
feeling of bells changed to a squeak - I had found the edge of 
where to go. 

For the next few minutes I just kept moving it around, watching in 
amazement the shape of my finger pushing out her perfect little 
abdomen, and maximising the ringing of the bells in my head. The 
noise grew and grew, the pressure building until my finger was in 
to the second knuckle, her distended body was twitching, she was 
staring right into my eyes, and - we orgasmed. I mean she did, but 
I felt it all. It was as if it was my body, being driven to the 
edge and finally climaxing. I held her until she stopped 
shuddering and twitching in my hand and then lowered my hand to 
hold her against my chest. For the first time ever, she was limp 
and spent. I sagged back onto the floor and noticed that I had 
sprayed cum all over my trouser knees and the carpet. 

After a few minutes I carefully and gently pulled my digit out of 
her, and stroked her side. She was softly buzzing, that familiar 
noise that was her equivalent of a purr, but now I could hear it, 
could feel it, inside me. She sat up, her arms around my hand, and 
looked up at me. I could feel the toasty warmth, the happiness of 
her afterglow, flood into my mind. Then she noticed the spunk 
spread all over the place. Hah, obviously some appetites don't 
change and I laughed as she dived down to suck up every drop.

So now she talks, well no, "feels" to me. There is no 
conversation, no sentences or grammar. But lots of the time, when 
I am touching her, I get what she is feeling. And I know she gets 
me, probably has done for ages. This telepathy, if it is, explains 
a lot. You know how exactly perfect she is, and now I wonder if 
that might be because she has somehow grown into exactly what I 
think is the perfect shape. Not anyone else's, but just mine, 
picking up on my fantasies and thoughts. Yes, I know that sounds 
nuts, but what about the stripper moves? and what about her little 
cunt and asshole? I think they are there because I had wanted them 
to be. And as for sticking my finger in her - well you know how 
much I have wanted to fuck her in some way. Nuts? Just tell me 
that having sex with a tiny blue fairy isn't nuts and I'll try to 
be sceptical.


09.35 Sunday 27th June 2004

I'm in love. Ariel and I, we are on the same wavelength now when 
ever we make love. It's so intoxicating, it' s so unbelievable, 
it's so ridiculous, and I will do anything to protect it, us.

I have however, taken care of Celia. I've told her I'm writing a 
story for a web site, to explain my hours in the den. And last 
night (Saturday) I did a really good job on her. First I visited 
Ariel in the morning and tried to explain - I think she got it. 
Then I stayed out of my den the rest of the day and by the evening 
I was able to give quite a satisfactory performance. I even tried 
to spice it up a little, by trying to get a finger actually inside 
Celia while I rubbed outside, but she shut me out with her knees, 
without a word. She obviously thinks it would be dirty for me to 
put my fingers in there, and yet, as always, she says nothing. I 
think if I actually talked to her about what we do, or just tried 
to speak while we were doing it, it would be worse than say, 
trying to stick it up her ass.

But that's life. I have met her parents. It's not hard to see 
where her hang ups came from so I can hardly blame her personally. 
She makes a decent house mate, I do actually like her most of the 
time, and it's not fair to abandon her just because I've found a 
soul mate in a little blue fantasy figure.


22.50 Tuesday 29th June 2004

As far as I can make out, Ariel is now completely human, solid and 
real. Just tiny, and blue. Her wings have dropped off, which makes 
it easier with the clothes. Although she is incredibly athletic, 
she seems to obey gravity like the rest of us. There is no glow to 
her even in the dark, and although I can't get enough of staring 
into her fantastic little eyes, I think the spark there is just 
the usual stuff of star struck lovers. She has taken up a bed in a 
shoe box of cotton wool, which lives in the second shelf of the 
oak bookcase, next to the window where it is nice and sunny. She 
is showing more and more characteristics of your average human 
female. We are so happy. 

I am trying to think if there is any way I could to introduce her 
to Celia, so we could normalise our lives together. 

Who am I kidding? Celia would freak out at the first glimpse, and 
she is hardly the sort to accept a three way thing, even with 
another ordinary woman. But on the other hand I can't ditch Celia. 
It would not be fair on her, and, well, I'm used to having her 
around. Forget the sex (easy to do) - I just would not like to 
live with anyone else. What am I going to do?


20.39 Friday 2nd July 2004

I can hardly type. 

She's dead.

She is dead, and I killed her. I have been crying for hours. I 
have to tell someone, and this log is the only place I can 
explain.

She is dead, and it is my fault and if it had not been for my 
stupid, stupid crazy lust she would still be alright.

Calm down. Start at the beginning.

It started like many of our sexy sessions, with Ariel teasing me. 
She does such a good strip tease, dancing on top of the speaker 
case, just at eye level when I'm at my desk. Oh God, I've just 
written does. Did, not does. She used to do a good strip tease. 
How can she be past tense! What can I do?

Start again. Strip tease on top of speaker. Me sitting at desk. I 
pick her up and while she slides around my fingers, I place her in 
my lap, and get my cock out. She starts rubbing herself on the 
tip, pushing the top of the head around between her legs. It feels 
fantastic, and I start getting her buzz, she is getting really 
turned on by the feel of my cock at her cunt lips, by the idea of 
it. And then she pushes the idea at me. That we can do it, you 
know, real fucking, the head of my cock in her actual cunt. She 
stands over it and drops down on it and begs me to hold her knees 
out. I can't help it, I help her get into the position, and 
amazingly her cunt lips seem to spread and spread and she has 
suckered herself over the top of my helmet. 

Then, I don't remember it very well, but I think it's a bit like a 
woman having a baby. The front of the pelvis dislocates in a 
special way, and her legs move apart, and she's hanging onto my 
thumbs and my fingers are pulling her legs impossibly wide and the 
head of my prick is suddenly inside her. The feeling, the buzz 
from her in my head is incredible, I feel like we are about to 
explode. There is no way she can move on me, but I tug even more 
and watch the huge bulge of my cock head move up her belly to her 
middle, under her ribs. God, I'm right inside her, and the world 
is thrumming. 

"Yes, yes, yes" she is going inside my head - it is like the 
culmination of everything she has ever wanted and I cannot refuse 
her ecstasy. Slowly I pump her on my cock - just one stroke over 
three or four seconds, and every pump drives her further on to it, 
drives the bulge up into her chest. I watch as her breasts fill 
and expand like balloons from the displaced stuff inside her. And 
all the time the pressure is building, the bells ringing louder, 
the vibration so great I can feel it in my hands as well as my 
cock. 

"You must eat me" she cries. "You and Celia must eat me 
afterwards." The words are clear, ringing bells in my head, but I 
have no idea what she means, and I can't think because the 
pressure is overwhelming - and we come.

We explode, we orgasm, we climax, we spasm and spasm, and with 
each wave I pump my stuff into her, into her fragile little body, 
again and again and again. Blue stuff vomits out of her mouth, 
leaks out of her nose, even her ears. We collapse.

Then she was so limp, so still. I just thought she was coming down 
from the high, I had no idea she was hurt, broken, wounded. I 
cuddled her till I got my breath back, then laid her out on her 
back. She was not breathing, but then sometimes she used to forget 
to do it. She stirred. Oh at last, I thought. She laid back 
straight, with her legs together, and crossed her arms over her 
chest, like an Egyptian mummy. Her eyes were shut but in my head I 
could hear her words; clear, crystal, and unmistakable. "Thank 
you. Don't forget to eat me. I love you. Goodbye." And then she 
was gone.

There was no mistaking it. Now it was gone I recognised the 
absence of the warm hum, the buzz that had been the background 
music in my head whenever I had been in this room. The silence was 
deafening. 

And her body - I had no idea rigor mortise was so fast. Even as I 
watched she stiffened and went rigid. Then, strangely, her old 
transparency came back. Before my eyes she turned into a small 
blue glass statue of a beautiful naked woman lying on her back. 
Still stunned I picked up the cold hard thing, unbelieving, and 
I've been staring at it ever since.

She is dead. She is gone. What have I done?


End of Chapter One

(Don't deapair. Read Chapter 2 next. Currently at
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Old-Softy/Blue_fairy_2.txt)