Faeophobia: Pregnancy Scare

Nancy of course, wanted to issue a stinging rebuke. She wanted to tell the pretentious sprite that he didn't know her, that she was prepared, that she knew about the risks, and that she had taken countermeasures. But the sudden burst of moisture between her thighs, as her needy pussy betrayed its hunger, instead forced her to hurry out as the womanly juices of her desire began to leak down her sleek legs.

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Animal magnetism didn't begin to describe it. The ripe lips of her pussy seemed to jerk and grasp of their own accord to capture the prize dangling behind them. The savage yearnings that simmered within Nancy's flesh, as the fertility magic burned inside her became ever stronger at the sight of her potent beau. Sergei was every bit the muscled stud she had suspected, and the sensations caused by his hairy body, his earthy smell propelled the human far beyond any semblance of demure flirtation. She had become the Bitch in Heat.

The Satyr was indeed surprised at the waves of heat emanating from the slick folds of her dripping womanhood, and was it his imagination, or did the walls of her cunt seem to leap out and seize his quickly hardenng member? They had the apartment to themselves; Nancy's roommate was....well...Sergei really didn't care where Nancy's mousy roommate had gone to, not when ripe and randy females such as this little filly presented herself for him, to be taken from behind.

She released little whelps of delight as she felt her own massive teats colliding against each other, trembling from their own fleshy majesty. But this feeling, exotic as it was, could not compare to the feral pleasure of his mighty manmeat. The beefy member probed her depths, as cunt lips spasmed frantically around it, as though afraid he might escape. His rough hands caressed her ribs, down to her ample thighs as he sensuously explored every velvety indentation of her curvaceous form. Upon first meeting him, Nancy wondered whether he would truly find her attractive, since male fae where accustomed to the impossibly perfect faces and physiques of the females, why would they have interest in humans? But Sergei had never complained, he only complemented her and tried to make her feel special.

Her own sharp cries were almost enough to drown out his hoarse grunts as he continued his sloppy invasion. Those hands, rough and powerful hands kneaded the flesh of her outer thighs as thrust himself to the hilt. And yet....Nancy found that she couldn't quite understand Sergei's cock. When she first beheld his proud shaft, it had still been growing, and even inside her, that inflating erectness continued. His meat seemed to expand and contract; twisting and probing every inch of her female sanctum. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out how big he was. It was like....like he was testing her? Every so often, the satyr's cock suddenly expanded to an impossible length and thickness, stretching her slippery folds to their limits amidst her plaintive moans. And then, the beefy cock seemed suddenly closer to a more normal size, as it pressed against the drooling confines of her cunt. His meat circled and twisted within her, then another strange increase in size, or was it a thrust? With a wet slurp, her slit was filled with a velvety shaft to challenge the thickness of a beercan. Juices squirted luridly from the moist junction between the mating couple as she cackled with frantic delight. She was as confused as she was joyful.

As their naked legs ground against each other, the smooth skin of her toes rubbed against his cold, dark hooves as he grunted. She moaned in forbidden delight, feeling truly like an animal. A rutting, four-breasted she-beast being bred by her hairy stud. He swiped his hands over the dangling hardness of her plump udders, teasing the taut nipples of each. Tingling currents of electric passion coursed through Nancy's flesh, as if her sopping pussy needed any encouragement. The licking began then. A rough tongue criss-crossed the bare flesh of her back, mapping out sensual routes from the small of her back, the elegant cuve of her spine, towards the firm musculature of her upper torso and shoulders. A girl needed mighty back muscles to carry around a rack like this. Again his cock jerked and twisted within the soul of her womanhood.

She realized it then, the dick of a Satyr, (this satyr anyway) could become whatever the woman needed; whatever she was able to handle. Sergei was a match for all sorts of human women regardless of size, or style of lovemaking. His cock could become anything, any size necessary to do its work of forcing a woman towards orgasm. It was near, she sensed. Like a spear in the back driving a condemned man

forward, so to was his cock pushing, compelling her towards ultimate sexual climax. She needed to know; Nancy had to know.....

Snarling with lust, she bent her head forward, while grinding her hips backwards, meeting Sergei's rough thrusts with one of her own. "G-gimme more! M-more!!" she moaned. The Satyr was only able to last a scant few seconds. The pieces fell into place then, and Nancy understood. Wave after spurting wave of hot cum bathing her womb gave her the answer. As the spurting bounty of his male gift jetted into the secret confines of her flesh, the orgasm detonated. Cum was the key; the fertility magic would not allow her to ever orgasm unless she was shot full of creamy spunk from a potent male.

She was a ragdoll. It was not the strong hands of her lover that held her in bondage. But the explosive frenzy of her own orgasm. The pleasure took control of her limbs, her spine, all her senses as she jerked in naked glee upon the carpeted floor. The satyr gripped her, as her hips bucked, as her breasts wobbled tremulously. Her breathing was rough and ragged even as she fell into the dark embrace of sleep.

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Really, Sergei was a great guy, er...fae...creature..whatever. He even helped her with her breasts. Kneading and cajoling her vast bosoms, he milked her teats, relieving the pressure that was building up faster of late. Some went into her special bottles attached to the breastpump, the rest went into Sergei's laughing mouth. Nancy was able to lie back, enjoying the sensuous lavishing as her fecund bounty spurted from hard nipples at the behest of the Satyr's hands. The heat and redness diminished at last, and she let out a sigh of relief as her dribbling mammaries were emptied. Hmm....a little more than a gallon, wait...but Sergei had drank a lot. Right now, she had bottled more than enough to complete her rounds as a Wetnurse. Her production seemed to be greater than ever. And strangely, the thought of her milky boobs getting out of control filled her with a bizarre, perverse delight.

Sergei began rubbing her belly; no doubt in his mind that she was pregnant. But Nancy knew better, she had planned for this, and planned well. She would enjoy the stares and attention from her prodigious bosom, but she wasn't about to become some magical slut, constantly grinding out babies while trying to seduce the OBGYN. She was smarter than that. Nancy had a plan.

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It was just as well that Sergei didn't notice the spell-circle Nancy had painted on the floor of the apartment; she didn't really want to tell him about the spell she used; the ultimate in magical contraception. Well, that wasn't really right; her spell didn't prevent her from getting pregnant....The auburn-haired human chuckled at her own cunning while fondling her many nipples. It merely transported her pregnancy to someone else!
By stealing personal effects of her victims, the spell switched the pregnancy from her own body randomly to another! She had picked well; slutty girls that were known to dabble in magic were her targets. Like that Cartwright girl! Nancy knew she had a soft spot in her heart, (and crotch) for musician, artsy types. And everyone knew that she was magically enhancing her boobs; she could at least own up to it like Nancy.
And then, there were those annoying nymph twins, or that elf-bitch from the Sigma-Epsilon-Xi fraternity. (The fae thought that was hilarious) Well, she'd taken lipstick, socks, and strands of hair surreptitiously from them all. All people that had snubbed her in the past. If only Nancy had not overlooked the single strand of hair, that hair from her roommate's pillow that had floated into the spell-circle. As she began the complex routine of strapping up her multi-tiered bra, Nancy again permitted a chuckle to escape her lips. All these girls often used magic of many sorts, and they were all sluts; no one would believe that they didn't cause their own conditions! That was the trick with magic; it often surprised you.

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She didn't like to be restricted. Fauna wanted to use the same pommel horse as the men did during her gymnastics routine; but for the girl's event the bar was lowered. Though she thought that was unnecessary. Her lithe form swung and twisted through an elaborate, acrobatic routine upon the bars with supernatural ease. Not surprising; since Fauna was herself a supernatural creature. Mountain Nymphs, Oreads in the ancient Greek, were well accustomed to the demands of a modern gymnast; and the girl was glad that such events existed when she and her sister had first arrived on Earth.

Sleek legs carried her to the Uneven bars next, and the crowd murmured in approval at the prancing grace of the cords of muscle dancing beneath her flesh. Her sleek leotard bulged outward with tits no larger than what humans called a DD-cup. Fauna didn't know what that meant, but her small bosoms were all part of the sacrifice she made. She couldn't help but reflect momentarily on her peculiarity, as she hoisted herself into a somersault. Her sharply pointed ears perked upwards as she strained with the effort of balancing herself with arms alone.

She was a strange one; any career path that required smaller tits sent most Fae women screaming in panic; but Fauna was different. She and her twin sister wanted something different out of life. Yes, of course she could spread her legs and swell with young as a human classmate impregnated her, but...she could do that later...Fauna wanted to focus on a career! And she was well on her way! The life of a mountain nymph already made her adept at climbing and leaping, and she could succeed as long as she could suppress her Fairy lust.

She raised her firm ass high in the air; steely muscles alive with tension as she spread her legs at right angles away from herself. The tiny tuft of white fur above her asscheeks twitched nervously; but yes...she could do it! She would finish soon; her routine would be finished and then the hard part would begin. The human men that saw her shapely figure in her white leotard would always make advances towards her sooner or later.....but....Fauna was different! Unlike most Fae, she...she could resist the urge to mate!

For most of her kind, once a human male managed to arouse her, even a little, the Fae Lust would kick in. Fauna had always had a difficult time explaining it to a human. Fae lust was a feeling of absolute freedom. It was physical desire magnified by magic and unfettered by any concerns of practicality or what humans called morality. She supposed it was something like a narcotic high, or intoxication; but there was no diminishing of mental or physical abilities. In the throes of Fae Lust you felt energized beyond belief. She could become more alive and vital than was humanly possible. Nothing existed except the urges of your own flesh; all of which became magnified. Arguing or shaming a fairy creature in this condition was like debating with lightning. Humans could come close to this feeling; if they damaged themselves with synthetic chemicals; but with Fae Lust there were no side-effects, no withdrawal, and it always felt new. You could never get tired or bored with the Lust.

In order to discipline herself, (If Fae could be disciplined) Fauna had to take her urges into account. She had been rude to many people, she admitted that. She had to scare away any man that might be attracted to her. If she allowed herself more than one date with the same man, or if a man persisted in expressing an interest in her, the urges would wipe away her resolve, and she would gleefully jump his bones; howling with delight at the feel of raging cock surging within her womanly slit. Pregnancy would interfere with her career plans; she had to remember that, had to remember her plans when men with hard cocks approached.

For fairy creatures that for whatever reason needed to surpress their urges, in some way they had to indulge those urges. A human gymnast might wake up at the crack of dawn, and perhaps spend an hour jogging before her morning shower. But a Fae athlete had little choice: in the morning she would have to confine herself in the bathroom and furiously masturbate herself with a specially-made, mighty dildo. On days when her sister could sleep in, the two of them would go down on each other; eating out each other's pussies in the '69' position. These morning sessions usually lasted over an hour, or until they both had to go to class. That was the only real way to take the edge off her eternal, irrational sexual instinct.

Some days, she yearned for the time when she had completed her course; when she had gone as far as she could go with her abilities; for then she would be able to surrender, surrender to a human male, or more appropriately, surrender to his cock. This thought brought a smile to Fauna's lips, as she began her Floor routine, leaping and flipping with an agility that was skillfully adroit as it was graceful. She had toyed with the idea of wearing her strawberry-blonde hair in a way that obscured the tiny, conical horns on her forhead. But no. No, she would reveal all of her Fae self, she would not hide her nature in any way. Let the crowd see that a creature of Fairy could muster the discipline. That was when Fauna felt the hot tingling in her crotch. The thought of her future mating with a human male must be causing it. And yet...

She tried not to falter, inspite of the odd, tingling heat suddenly blossoming in her belly. She completed the sequence, and the pressure, that curious tension suddenly grew impossibly powerful! As Fauna arched her back in triumph, her white leotard finally gave way. Pale slopes of ripe breastflesh tore free, forming a valley of luscious cleavage as the jiggling mounds began tearing the fabric. As the crowd gaped in stunned shock, the rising boobs were briefly thrust upward, supported by the cloth even as the growing tide of creamy tit rended them apart.

Waves of lust racked her, as Fauna felt the trembling in her belly. Her sharply pointed ears flattened back against her hair, while her tiny, doe-like tail perked upwards. The firm muscle of her belly, honed by years of active life as a mountain nymph, and later by gymnast training began to betray her. Skin began to swell, as her body began to expand with the ripeness of pregnancy. It wasn't unheard of. Fairy creatures, and human women that dabbled in magic often had quickened pregnancies. As fertility magic raged through her body, she experienced months of gestation in seconds; and soon enough the lithely muscled gymnast had burst through her own clothing in the gravid swell of magical pregnancy.

As she collapsed on her knees, her pussy lit-up with a fervent lust. She clutched a vast womb, and popped-out navel, feeling infants kicking within her. Her cunt throbbed with need, as though the enchanted pregnancy had cheated her pussy of the act of sex, and it was determined to make up for it. From the wet lips of her sex, the juices of frantic, female arousal poured freely. From her outrageous, nude breasts, twin spots of pearly light glistened on the tips of her erect nipples. Fauna knew that the slightest quiver would cause the soccerball-sized globes to release torrents of hot nymph milk to nourish her kicking brood.

But...but NO! Not...she didn't...there was nothing to say. Fauna would be able to say nothing to the stunned crowd, her shocked teammates, or the coach. Everyone would believe that she had brought this on herself. But...no! She didn't have sex! She didn't! (She would have remembered that!) But no one would believe her. She was a Fae; of course she was a slut. She...even she wouldn't believe her!

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It was getting out of control; and Nancy knew it. Walking to and fro from classes, she reflected that it might indeed be sensible to seek some kind of medical attention. When she woke up this morning, and studied her lush form in the mirror at first she was stunned. She...she couldn't be getting fatter could she...? No..not that...she had turned from side to side, her naked skin glistening in the dim light. Her hips. Her body seemed to be widening! She was not really gaining weight, but her hips and ass seemed larger today; as though her body was priming itself for breeding. Yes, she still felt the fertility magic burning within her cunt, within her blood, and within her tits.

But Nancy was cheating Nature, cheating the magic. She knew it was risky beyond belief; whenever you combined two forms of magic, the result was usually synergy: an unpredictable magical chain reaction! But it was the other girls that would bear the burden of Nancy's Ad Hoc sorcery. Any girl that snubbed or offended her would be in for a terrible surprise!

Her body seemed to be changing a little everyday. Her four tits seemed perkier, while their milk output seemed to steadily increase. She knew that her widening hips were perfect for bearing young, and that a pelvis like hers triggered a hard-wired response of lust in the male animal. Her figure seemed to be pleading for sex, pleading for impregnation. As she neared the center of campus; she couldn't help but run a finger lightly over her crotch; what better vessel could a man find to deposit his seed? Her breathing became rough and ragged at the thought.

Yes, she should even now be seeking medical attention; there was no telling how far her spell could go, no telling what it would make of her, or if it would ever stop changing her. Yes, she should see the nurse, and confess....well....some of what she'd done. They had experienced clinical magicians on call to deal with problems of this sort. And they would...they would reverse the magic and she would be back to plain ol' human Nancy. She wouldn't make waves anymore, she wouldn't get the attention. She wouldn't get a rare, Satyr boyfriend.

It was hard to explain how good she felt right now; her prodigious sexuality filled her with an excited sense of liberated euphoria. She had become a sex fiend, and she didn't want to ever give up this attention. She should have been alarmed; the way her pussy often flared with unquenchable lust, but she found that it felt good to be filled with volcanic sexual urges.

She didn't intend for it to happen. She was really just playing coy with that muscular football player behind her. He was a beefy black stud, his eyes riveted on her ass; which by now had reached 'Ghetto-booty' proportions. Her sultry gaze back in his direction had been all the enticement necessary. He followed her up stairs...down hallways...just as he began to veer off, she fixed him again with another gaze from her laughing hazel eyes. She stopped by the door to a somewhat out of the way Men's room, turning to face him.

Yeah, she had promised herself nothing but Fae cocks, but....this guy was huge...both above and below...he had a winning smile...and strong hands....and Nancy was as randy as...well as a Fae.

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Bridgette understood now. She didn't need a man in her life after all. The rail-thin girl sat proudly in the front row of the Campus Lesbian Congress meeting; a vitriolic covey of embittered harpies whose condescending hostility had only grown more intense with the increasing cultural fixation on tits and ass. Fae tits and ass; and the human women that tried to be like them.