With a kind and warm smile on her lips, Sylvana beckoned you forth. As she did, the plant tendrils in your ass obeyed an unspoken command and retreated. On approaching the Queen of Summer, you felt your spirit lifting and meeting the descending presence of serenity. Her touch was feather light when she welcomed you in between her bosom. And when she rested her chin against your head, the strands of hair spun out of sunlight cascaded down her chest. It offered the two of you a measure of privacy when your upturned eyes met hers.
“Blossom gleaned much of your trickery and shared them when we discussed our plans for this forest. You risked the weald and its creatures to satisfy your unclean male lusts, even if it ultimately proved a blessing.” The ethereal and lyrical tone was chiding but also soothing and carried no lingering reproach. Still you blushed and flicked away your gaze. “So you could understand she copied the effects of the potion we drank onto you with the Chronivac. You brought such joy to your sisters and the concern for the Genius Loci touched both Her and us. In consideration, we offer to return you to your old life.”
All it took to consider was a heartbeat to reject the offer: you belonged to the forest as one of its protectors and among your sisters and other nature spirits. In heart. In mind. In soul. That broadened the Queen’s smile and made her green eyes sparkle with delight. She pressed you harder into her fertile figure. “We are glad,” as she said that another fecund physique embraced you from behind, Umbra was colder though it couldn’t disguise the warmth of her emotion flowing into you.
“Then we’d like you to become our daughter and embodiment of spring. Of the dawn that inspires hope and redemption, like you have found. And a muse to brighten our days with her eternal optimism and drive. You will be Princess Aurora and the ward of Sylvana. And your future sister of autumn and dusk will be Princess Twilight who will belong to my Unseelie Court. Once we can find a suitable candidate.” All you could do was ask how. But before the words had fully left your lips, you felt your soul detaching. It was odd being outside of the crumbling form and seeing exactly how different your Nymph-self were compared to you as a male human.
Branches reached out for the empty husk, reverently carrying it to one of trees to be absorbed into the Genius Loci. Whatever remained of you would forever be a part of Her. While that happened Umbra offered you to Blossom.
The Arch-dryad took and shaped your essence. As she slowly compacted you into a sphere of glowing anima most of your senses outside of the tactile began to fade. “ A dild...itual... wome... impreg... union,” you couldn’t hear anything more of Blossom’s explanation. The massaging digits, however, were divine and you could feel yourself stretch and curve into a thin and cylindrical shape under the former captain’s tender attention. Though you were no wiser to the purpose and left to her mercy. When she seemed to finish, and lacking any other means of communication, you squirmed in her shifting grip in an attempt to beg for more. It fell on deaf sylvan ears, but you didn’t need to wait long before your mind became occupied with other matters.
‘Not how I remembered a cock feeling like.’ The telepathic voice came with thousands of other sensations as your and Umbra’s souls mingled. At first you couldn’t parse the observation, then the mental speaker directed and shared thoughts of a man named Urmak and his transformation into a Wood Nymph and then to the Titania Umbra. Though the memories weren’t yours they were difficult to distinguish from your own. While your senses hadn’t returned, Umbra shared hers. Some of the murkiness occluding your senses persisted, but through the cooing fairy matriarch’s eyes you could see a phallus-like energy construct standing erect where it was attached to her crotch.
You glowed with a green hue representing nature, but tendrils of icy blue spread by the Queen’s languid masturbation turned slowly turned it a shade of aquamarine. Whatever had happened to Rain, now happened to you. Reflexively you tried to gasp for air as tempestuous temperaments with the fierceness of a blizzard stoked your savagery, resolute will, and unshackled your swelling sapphic lusts and more until nothing else mattered. You were hopelessly lost to the swirling winds of your emotions like a lone snowflake until Umbra enveloped you with her presence and calmed the storm.
‘Aurora, I am sorry.’ The Titania lovingly caressed your elongated form, making you twitch and shudder both in pleasure and from the maternal concern she communicated through her touch. ‘You are uniquely exposed like this, but I had no choice if I am to make you my daughter.’ You returned the feelings through the shared connection. Despite being that incarnate, Umbra remained so composed and regal. ‘Sylvana will share more of herself as you grow within her womb. But as Spring you will always carry a shard of Winter within you. We will meet again soon, my darling daughter.’