The Life Cycle of the Lesser Blue Fairy
(MF anal size magic rom) Part 2/4
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 Two - Chrysalis
(You really do have to read Chapter 1 first. Currently at
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Old-Softy/Blue_fairy_1.txt)
In which our hero and heroine discover each other, although they 
have been married for years. The metamorphic stage involves many 
changes in the metabolism of the hosts.


00.13 Saturday 3rd July 2004

It's past midnight. I've left Celia sleeping. I should not be here 
but I just have to record this or burst.

Celia has been great. I never thought I would say it, but she 
really cares for me. I left my computer and carried the cold hard 
body of my poor little Ariel up to our bedroom with tears 
streaming down my face. Celia was getting ready to go to bed, 
looked up, and she just took me in her arms. God knows what she 
made of my garbled story. I just wanted to let it out. I wasn't 
interested in explaining things, and how I could have if I had 
tried? She just held me and let me ramble. I think she got 
something about a close friend dying, and leaving this glass 
statuette, and having to eat it. She sensibly ignored the rest. 
How long was I in that state? I can't remember, I just hope for 
Celia's sake it was shorter than it seemed.

As my sobs and shaking died down she tapped the statue, still in 
my hands. "It's like one big boiled sweet." she observed. I 
stared, not understanding. She licked the finger she had used to 
touch it. "Mmmm. Mint. It is a bit big, though, for just the two 
of us"

And before I could do anything intelligent she took the body out 
of my nerveless fingers, and snapped it in two, across her knee.

"Wow, it's really good" she said, sucking the head. I stared, 
stunned. "Here, try it" she continued, and offered the feet up to 
my lips. On auto pilot my mouth opened and she pushed it in. She 
was right. The most incredible fizzy mint flavour hit me as the 
feet of the statue started to dissolve in my mouth. 

"Urgh" I jerked it out. What was I doing?

Celia was sucking the shoulders of the other half as my tongue 
took another lick. A refreshing wave of indescribable flavours 
washed over me. Seashores, pine forests and ice cold mint juleps 
flooded through my mouth. She was licking the breasts of her half, 
slurping with enjoyment, and suddenly I could hear, or was it 
feel, the tinkling buzz of familiar laughter at the sight of my 
prissy wife's pink tongue eagerly washing over the naked front of 
the little statuette. I looked around dazed - I must have been 
imagining things - but continued sucking. Celia suddenly stared at 
me, and slowed down, blushing. I realised I was now holding onto 
what was left of the thighs, and I was making as much noise as 
her, as I pumped the tiny round glassy buttocks in and out of my 
mouth. I hastily removed my tongue from between the legs. And 
then, as if it had never been, it was all gone, leaving only ... 
the taste of snow remembered on a summer's day; the haunting 
fragrance of a beautiful woman after she has left the room.

"Wow" said Celia, "That was refreshing." I stared at her to make 
sure she was not being sarcastic. No - she wouldn't know how. 
"It's made me feel all ... " She looked at me again, as if she had 
never seen me before. Her eyes got bigger or she moved closer. And 
closer. And then her lips met mine. 

I just sat still as she kissed me. You have to understand, Celia 
never kisses me. Well, no, I suppose on birthdays and so on, I get 
a peck on the cheek, but these days she never KISSES me. In fact 
she never kissed like that, even in the beginning. 

She was softly feeling my lips with hers as if trying to memorise 
them. And then her little tongue started teasing, trying to get 
into my mouth. God, the few times I had tried that, she had spat 
me out. I woke up and started responding. "Mmmm. Be nice to that 
sweet tongue" I thought. "Invite it in." I gently caressed it with 
mine and in seconds it was reaching for my tonsils. It was heaven, 
but after a week or so I extricated our different parts and pulled 
us apart.

"Hey where did that come from?" I asked gently, hardly daring to 
speak in case I broke the spell that had taken over my wife. She 
looked down at my chest, blushing again.

"I just felt .." she started. "Look, couldn't we ... I mean, if 
you wanted to, I don't mind if ... you know." and she glanced down 
at the bed. Well, we were sitting on it already, but it was THAT 
sort of a glance. I could not believe it. 

"But it's only Friday," I started before better sense took over. 

She giggled. (Celia? Giggling?!!) "Shush. We could pretend it was 
Saturday night. I won't tell if you won't." She lifted up her arms 
to strip off her nighty, and holding one arm coyly over her 
breasts, lay back on the bed. "Go on. Turn the light off." I did 
not need to be told twice, and in no time I was stripped off, and 
on hands and knees over her. Normally I would just have pushed in 
there, but the memory of that kiss was irresistible. I gently 
covered her soft body with mine, feeling the smooth warmth of her 
skin in as many places at once as I could. I reached for her lips 
and started kissing and sucking them. Wow, she just was so ... 
naked ... the feel of skin on skin, everywhere at once. I realised 
that tonight I could touch her where ever I wanted, do anything, 
it was all possible.

So instead, I asked, softly, "What would you like me to do?" 

"Ohh, sweetheart, that's lovely, just more of that" she murmured 
against my mouth, and writhed deliciously under me. "I love the 
feel of you on me. Are you going to put it in me now?" (This was 
Celia! What happened to the embarrassed "no talking" bit?)

"You bet." I whispered, and sure enough it slipped in with a sigh 
from both of us. Wow, was she slick, she was really ready for it! 
I started pumping the old in out rhythm but then had a thought. 
"How do you want me to go? Is this good?"

"Weellll, you could ... how about ... more like this?" and then 
she kissed me again. She kissed me with a straight tongue going 
straight into the middle of my surprised mouth. Suddenly I got it. 
Her "tongue" slipped in and out, teasing, much more slowly than in 
my rhythm. Then it sensuously pushed up and down, stroking the 
roof and floor, and then side to side, pushing out my cheeks, and 
then up the middle again. Some lesson. She unkissed me and blew in 
my ear. "Your turn" she whispered.

I gently nibbled her nose, and moulded my body to hers, (mmm, the 
feeling of skins rubbing together,) and pulled myself almost right 
out. "Start again," I thought to myself, and slowly eased back in, 
this time feeling every bit of the way. Gorgeous. Then, copying 
her pace, I tenderly explored the inside of her warm slippery 
pussy with my cock, relishing every stroke. Now that I wasn't 
bashing it around, it felt as stiff as a stick. All the old fears 
of finishing too soon, or even worse, of losing interest and going 
soft, became ridiculous. This rod was here to stay, for as long as 
it took, and I could do whatever we wanted with it. 

Her soft eager whispers egged me on. "oh, yes, that's good ... oh, 
more there ... mmmm ... again, do *that* again ... " This felt so 
good, I could just do it for ever, and best of all, I had a 
partner, we were doing it together, she was fucking me as much as 
I was fucking her. 

No. Not fucking. Now I realise what we were doing. It's called 
making love. And we did it for what seemed like hours, but I 
suppose was only thirty or forty minutes. As we moved, clinging 
together, in touch on every available surface, the pressure, the 
heat, the buzz, built and built until I suddenly realised that in 
fact we were not going to do this for ever, but that, gloriously 
we were going to finish it, and that something amazing was hanging 
over us. "Can you feel it, it's coming" I hissed into her ear.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes" She replied convulsing "Yes, YES, YEEEEEEEEESS 
!!" 


I can't write it down. There are no words. 

Simultaneous orgasm is apparently not that unusual, although to 
two people who were not even aware of the possibility it came as a 
bit of a surprise. Especially if you didn't know that a climax 
could involve your brain frying, and your soul melting, and your 
body fusing with hers.

I am going to stop typing now. It is 1.30 am, and the room is dark 
and silent and getting cold. I know that if I slip back into bed, 
and I am very quiet and very gentle, those arms are going to 
welcome me back, and if I play my cards right - frankly even if I 
don't play my cards right - well, we will see.


09.17 Saturday 3rd July 2004

In fact, when I got back to bed we did not go for another round. 
She was fast asleep, and looked so vulnerable, so precious, I 
could not bring myself to wake her even to satisfy my hungry cock. 
She was facing me as I slipped under the covers, and she just 
snuggled up to my front like a kitten to her mother cat. Each 
breath she exhaled into my face, I breathed in as if it were 
precious, feeling that I was stealing something. It was warm but 
flavoured strangely of pine needles and mint. I fell asleep 
dreaming of flowers.

We had changed positions by the time I woke. Wonderfully , we were 
now spooning, with my left arm under her and my left hand covering 
her boob. I lay there for a minute, breathing in time with her, 
smelling the back of her neck. I gingerly traced the outline of 
the area around the nipple.. It began to stiffen and she stirred 
slightly but continued with the slow steady sighing of sleep. How 
far could I push this before she woke up, I wondered? 

I gently rested my right hand on her flank and slid it over the 
silky softness of her skin. Her right knee was pulled up and the 
curve of her buttock felt so smooth and warm under my hand. She 
just murmured in her sleep and pushed her back into me even more, 
my stiff prick lined up along her spine. So slowly, so carefully, 
I explored her ass cheeks, the back of her right leg, and the 
inside of her left thigh. Oh, God, her pussy lips were protruding 
swollen and hot in the gap between her cheeks and her legs. 
Really, really carefully I slid the side of one finger along the 
edges of her lips, and suddenly they were slick and slippery. And 
then, before I could stop, the tip of that finger was between her 
soft folds. I froze, motionless, and listened. Her breathing was 
shallow, and getting a little faster, but she was still asleep. 
Not daring to think I would get away with it, I pulled back from 
her enough to push my cock down and let it spring up so it rested 
against her succulent wet pussy. Whoops ... she was moving ..

"Ahhh" she moaned, and her arm flew over and clipped my head. "Oh 
... what ... " she muttered , confused. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I 
was having such a dream. It was ... oh! Oh, sweetheart, it was 
you! No, don't stop, don't you dare ... mmmm .. just there ... now 
a little push ... no, a bit more, yes that's it ... oh yes!" And 
we were joined, "T" shaped with her on her side and her knees 
drawn up and me plugged in from behind stroking and caressing her 
hips, her waist, even reaching around to tug her nipples.. I 
didn't even know it was possible like this. I could only rock on 
my hip but it felt like more action than I ever got pumping away 
in the old style. 

My cock just seemed to swell and grow inside her of its own 
accord, while she somehow moved and slid things around it. God, 
just by swinging her knee up she ... how did she do that! I slid 
my hand over her gorgeous ass and traced patterns on the sensitive 
surfaces of the insides of her bottom and thighs. My fingers found 
the little tight rosebud between her cheeks. The area was all 
slick with the juice leaking from her pussy. She froze, not 
breathing as I gently explored the opening, and then (anything was 
possible now) I dared to push the tip of my forefinger in. Her 
breath expelled in release, and then she was panting hard. 
Reckless now, I pushed it in to the next knuckle and gently 
explored. It was SO dirty to be feeling the inside of one part of 
her, while my cock was in the other. And she loved it! The way she 
was groaning was a turn on in itself.

"Oh, Mike, Mike ... please ... please" she pleaded, and twisted 
round to look at me over her shoulder. "Please ... don't make me 
ask. I can't say it!" I'm afraid I really didn't know what she 
wanted. Okay, pretty dumb but I was new to all this. I shook my 
head "Sorry" I whispered, and slowed right down "What was that?" 
Wow, it was so strange, but so hot, to look into her eyes and talk 
to her while I wriggled my finger in her asshole. 

She had her eyes shut now, and was grimacing. "Shit, shit, shit" 
(Celia, swearing!) "I want it from behind ... in my bottom ... 
just do it. Sodomize me, you idiot!"

Stunned? I was. And yet suddenly so excited. When I pulled back to 
get my cock out of her pussy the slick coating on it had a blue 
tinge. Weird, but it was just what I needed as I started to press 
it against the spot. "Ooooh yes ... but slow ... just keep it 
there ... a bit more ... yes! Push!" she moaned. The ring of her 
asshole stretched and stretched and as it gave way I kept the 
pressure up, blindly doing what I was told, until ... wow. I was 
in. 

Just the head, but her ring was gripping it just below the lip, 
you know in that sensitive place. We rocked on our hips, rolling 
apart and then together, unconsciously moving in sync. There is no 
way to describe the feeling ... just the thought of what I was 
doing, the ultimate forbidden act, and because she begged for it! 
It finished all too soon with the most amazing climax for both of 
us; convulsing to the fireworks together, again. I had arms around 
her and my fingers in her pussy and at her clit, and this time I 
knew what we were aiming for. But above all, it was Celia. 

How did I never notice that my quiet little wife has the body of a 
film star? I mean those legs, that bottom, the tight waist, the 
way those gorgeous little boobs rise and swell with attention! Why 
did I not realise how hot she is - how hungrily, sexily, basically 
dirty? And how did I discover only last night that the person I 
really love, who makes me yearn and tingle and laugh and explode, 
the being whose soul is fused to mine, is that boring old wife of 
mine? How was that hidden for the four long lonely years we have 
know each other?


11.12 Saturday 3rd July 2004

It's all so different. I've fallen in love with the girl I've just 
had breakfast with. She looks just like Celia, she has Celia's 
voice, in so many ways she is Celia but she behaves like, well, a 
girl. A girl who is in love with me. She wore just a long(ish) T 
shirt, and she knew that her bottom poked out every time she 
reached up to get something out of a cupboard. She sneaked looks 
at me all the time to check I was watching. Her boobs under that T 
shirt - well the shirt must have shrunk, because I don't ever 
remember that effect before - and the nipples stood out through 
the fabric and I know she brushed them against me on purpose three 
times. I know because she grinned at me in excitement each time 
and did not try to hide her reaction.

Of course MY reaction was pretty obvious. After the fourth time 
she had brushed her thigh or the back of her hand against my 
raging erection she just stopped and turned to look at me. "I'm 
sorry," she said in a serious voice but a wicked grin. "Teasing 
you just turns me on soooo much. Do you want me to stop?"

"I want you to take off that T shirt!" I growled.

"Yes, sir, whatever you say, sir" she replied in a mock meek 
little girl voice, and knelt in front of me. Then she oh so slowly 
lifted up her arms and dragged the T shirt up and over her head, 
pausing and wriggling at every stage to give me the maximum 
effect. That moment, with the shirt still over her head, when her 
breasts finally fell free and bounced out from under the hem will 
be etched on my memory for the rest of my life.

"Would you like me to look after it now?" she cooed. "Don't worry, 
I'll make every thing feel better." And naked, kneeling between my 
knees she pulled down my shorts and uncovered my pent up cock. She 
let her breath out in a pant and I saw her eyes widen in wonder at 
the sight of it. Talk about flattering. Although I could see her 
point - it really did seem huge - was that just parallax or was it 
the effect she was having on me? She then spent the next twenty 
minutes in, well the only way I can describe it, is in worship. 
She touched, stroked, licked, kissed and sucked every inch in 
every possible way, all the time handling it and looking at it as 
if it was the most precious object she would ever find. 

Eventually, when it was all getting too much, she stretched her 
mouth so wide it must have hurt, sucked it right in and started 
serious work on it. With both her hands on the base of the shaft, 
the head seemed a good fit to fill her stretched mouth completely. 
She had set up this rhythm and was humming as she bobbed her head 
over it, which was all driving me wild. Her tongue was squished 
just under the sensitive bit and was worming around like mad. Soon 
the old pressure was building, her humming was buzzing in my head, 
and we both knew it was coming.

She let go one hand, reached down to touch herself between her 
legs, and both of us erupted together. As I jerked off into her 
mouth, I could feel her jerking in sympathy. Of course, the stuff 
went all over the place. I think she tried to swallow it, but she 
hadn't made room in her mouth and some spurted out over her chin, 
she coughed (some obviously went down the wrong way) and a little 
spludge even came out of her nostril. I could tell it was my 
stuff, not snot, because it was all the same colour. 

Blue.

She didn't seem to notice - she was so proud of managing her first 
real blow job. She is so sweet. We cleaned her up, chatting and 
kissing, and went upstairs to get dressed. But now I am in here 
writing it all down and - well something weird is happening, and I 
don't understand what. 


16.23 Saturday 3rd July 2004

We always go shopping on Saturdays. We go to the superstore down 
by the station, where you can always get a parking space. It's not 
such a chore, partly because Celia always was good to have along 
on things like this. She is well organised, she is decent company 
and for the boring stuff we make an effective team. It gets done 
that much quicker.

But not today. It was like being a kid again. Did you ever go on 
holiday, and discover that the family in the cabin next door had a 
kid the same age, and he clicked with you, and from the first day 
you spend the whole time showing off to your new friend and 
tearing the place apart? We had such a ball. I won the trolley 
race down aisle seven but she flashed the boring old fart of a 
manager so we could escape. I slipped the wino outside a whole 
pint of the good stuff but she gave him a smacking kiss on the 
lips that must have made his year. I managed to get the traffic 
cone on top of that stupid statue's head, but she hung her 
knickers in his outstretched hand. 

Okay, you get the picture. I won't bore with you with the rest of 
the immature pranks of two people drunk on each other. We had been 
tedious adults since we were seventeen. Didn't we owe ourselves a 
bit of fun?

But this I noticed. People looked at us. Not just when we were 
being silly, but all the time. As we walked down the High Street, 
every man slipped Celia a second glance, or a third. Well, maybe 
that's not surprising, but the girls looked too, except they 
looked at me. At first I wondered if, you know, I had egg on my 
chin or a great stain on my shirt, but a check in a shop window 
showed I was okay. If anything, I was looking better than my usual 
dowdy self. I was looking quite, well, smart. Once or twice I 
swear that if Celia wasn't hanging on my arm, one of them would 
have come over.

So what is it? I mean does Celia look so great to me because the 
scales have finally fallen from my eyes, or is she actually that 
different? Now I look back on the day, it was as if both of us 
were really attractive. You know, literally, as in - we attract 
people. In hindsight we got away with murder. Why? What's going 
on?

Now I have to describe the strange part. When we got back, we had 
sex. Yeah, surprise, surprise. But the way it happened ...

The groceries were all over the kitchen table. Celia was wearing 
this blue shirt dress, buttoned down the front, to maybe half way 
down her thigh. Not that unusual, but on her, really sexy, 
especially if you knew she was wearing precisely nothing 
underneath. She had been flirting all morning, but suddenly she 
just stopped and gave me such a look. Sultry, hungry and a tiny 
bit ... shivery. It hit me. How vulnerable she was. How I could do 
anything to her, take anything, and she would still love it, love 
me. 

I slammed her against the wall, imprisoned her hands above her 
head, and sucked the tongue out of her mouth. She gasped as I 
released her lips and tore the front of her dress open to fasten 
my teeth on one nipple. It was instantly huge, stiff and pulsing 
in my mouth. 

I straightened again and, staring into her gaping eyes, licked her 
chin, the top of her lip, her nose. Eyes still locked, one hand 
still nailing her wrists to the wall above her, I shook my cock 
out, and jerked up her left leg. She hooked the foot over my hip 
as if it belonged there and, with a twist, I was in. Right inside 
her. Both of us gasped. For first time she broke the silence, just 
groaning my name, and clasped my neck in both arms.

God, I was going to fuck this woman. As I pulled us away from the 
wall she wrapped the second leg around my hip and clung to my neck 
tighter, panting, chewing my ear. With all her weight clinging on 
me, I swung us around, and only staggering slightly, got us over 
to the kitchen table. I dumped her on her back in a bed of 
groceries, cock still plugged right into her. Two savage thrusts 
and she was mewing, delirious. I unhooked her legs and held each 
ankle up high, stretching her gorgeous long limbs out on display. 
I caught my breath and slowly pulled almost all out, so I could 
admire her lying writhing there. Christ, what a perfect babe. And 
wow, what a cock! It was unbelievable! Slowly, deliberately now, 
still holding her up by her ankles, I pushed all the long, long 
way into her body. It reached rock bottom before it was all taken 
up and she grunted as I pushed against her. "Yes, more," she 
moaned. I leaned onto her and something gave inside her. She gave 
a little cry and shuddered. Suddenly her heels were banging on the 
small of my back, urging me on. The rest went in. My pubes were 
now mixed up with hers, my hips against her buttocks, and the head 
of my cock was held by this beautiful soft clinging thing within 
her. 

"You okay" I groaned.

"Yeeees, yeeeeeees, more," she cried, as the thing inside her made 
love to my cockhead. 

"Don't be silly, girl" I muttered as I tried to pull back a bit. I 
was stuck in the internal embrace of whatever it was. As I gently 
pulled back and pushed forward, not wanting to end the sensation 
but more than a bit worried about my precious wife, it moved with 
me. I was stirring her insides with my cock, and I could watch it 
getting to her. I just gave myself over to it .. the complete 
overwhelming feeling of pummeling into her. The climax was not far 
away, but it was not the short explosion I was used to. She 
started first, and I followed, spasming as I pumped load after 
load deep inside her. But she just kept going. Maybe half a minute 
after I was done, the convulsions were still rocking her, until I 
began to go soft and I could gently pull myself out. 

On the sofa, Celia in my lap and my arms, I stroked her face and 
hair, murmured to her, loved her, held her until she drifted off 
to sleep. She is lying there now, tucked up in a rug and dreaming 
I hope, of me. And I am sitting here at the keyboard, in the 
afternoon sunlight, wondering what the fuck is going on.

End of Chapter Two

Read Chapter 3 next. Currently at
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Old-Softy/Blue_fairy_3.txt)