With one problem taken care of, Merlin turned his attention to Matt. Matt needed a costume that would remind him of the importance of sticking together, rather than switching sides when it seemed the other side was better off. Merlin knew exactly what to do.
“Young man, I see you’re still in need of a costume,” Merlin said to Matt. Matt looked at him, startled, like he hadn’t noticed Merlin there before. It was possible. Matt had been leering at the skimpy costumes in the women’s section of the store. “I have a suggestion.”
“Uh, what?” Matt asked.
“This one.” Merlin handed Matt the costume. “A tree.”
“A tree? Really?” Matt asked flatly. Merlin smiled.
“Try it on before you toss the idea aside completely. Unless you want to leave without a costume…”
“Ugh, fine.” Merlin watched Matt slip on the costume. Once it was on, Matt admired his reflection in a nearby mirror. “I make a pretty handsome tree.”
“I don’t think handsome is the appropriate adjective, but you’ll find that out soon,” Merlin said idly.
He hadn’t been completely truthful, but he also hadn’t been completely lying.
“What do you-” Matt started. Suddenly, he doubled over in pain. The bark of the costume fused with his skin, darkening and texturizing it. The leaves of the costume similarly merged with his hair. In moments, his hair was completely composed of oval-shaped green leaves and stretched down to his now shapely butt. Because underneath the skin transformation, something much more significant was happening. Matt’s body reshaped itself into a perfect hourglass; an enormous bust and luscious butt. His penis and testicles retracted into his body, replaced with a slit and ovaries.
“What- what did you do?” Matt whispered, horrified by his sweetly feminine voice. He didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on now, which made his glorious female body even more evident.
“It doesn’t matter. Brace yourself for your journey,” Merlin replied. Before Matt could say anything else, Merlin snapped his fingers. They disappeared from the mortal world and reappeared in the fay world.
Matt looked at his surroundings in shock. They were deep within a thick and thriving forest.
“What’s going on?” Matt asked.
“Welcome to your new home, Laurel.”
“Laurel? That’s not my name!”
“It is now. You’ve become a tree nymph, a dryad. Specifically, a laurel tree. And as such, your name is now Laurel,” Merlin said patiently.
“But- but-” Matt, now Laurel, stammered.
“I will be back to check on you later,” Merlin said. He smiled. “Enjoy yourself!” He snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Laurel looked around, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do. As if on cue, she heard footsteps and hooves. Two dryads burst out of the brush.
“Sister, run!” one of the dryads said.
“Uh. Why?” Laurel asked.
“They’ll be upon us soon!” the other dryad said.
“Who?”
Immediately, two satyrs emerged from the woods. They leered grossly at the dryads.
“Leave!” one of the dryads said. “There are more of us than you! You will not be deflowering us today!” Laurel looked back and forth between the dryads and satyrs. The dryads were pretty but evidently rather defenseless. The satyrs, on the other hand, were visibly strong and muscular. They also had enormous cocks, much larger than she’d had as a human, which Laurel was honestly a bit jealous of. And since apparently the dryads only stood a chance against the satyrs when there were more nymphs than satyrs…
“I’ll join you,” Laurel blurted out to the satyrs. The two dryads gaped at her. “I don’t want to be allied with pathetically weak women.”
“Sister…” one of the dryads said. The other dryad shook her head.
“We’d best leave. She’s gone mad and we have no way to protect her from her insanity. We’ll come back after.”
“After what?” Laurel asked. The two dryads disappeared into the trees. “After what?” Laurel called.
“After this!” one of the satyrs growled. He grabbed Laurel by the shoulders and slammed her to the ground. Before she could do anything else, the cock that Laurel had been admiring moments ago was shoved into her waiting pussy with such great force she teared up and gasped.
“What are you-”
“It’s the way of the woods, sweet cheeks,” the other satyr said, watching his friend thrust violently into Laurel. “Nymphs can only ally with each other. Any male of any other species can’t resist your charms.” The first satyr let out a loud grunt as he came, shooting a thick load into Laurel.
“You’re up next,” the first satyr said, climbing off. The second satyr climbed atop Laurel too quickly for her to move. She struggled and shouted, slamming her fists against the goat-man’s hairy chest. It was no use. He had his way with her as well. But even when he came in her pussy, he wasn’t done. He pulled Laurel up and then shoved her head onto his massive dick.
Sobbing, Laurel sucked him off to completion, getting yet another load, this time down her throat. The first satyr then took his turn with oral. He took so long to come, Laurel thought it would never end. But finally, she swallowed his cum, got a pat on the head from the satyrs, and was left to cry in the glen.
About half an hour after her encounter with the satyrs, the dryads from before emerged from the bushes.
“You poor thing, you’re not mad, you’re new, aren’t you?” asked one dryad, with bright red hair.
“I still think she’s mad to have tried to ally herself with the satyrs, of all people!” said the other dryad, whose skin was in three different colors: white, gray, and dark brown. “Even saplings know better!”
“Hush!” the red-haired dryad said. “Some saplings sprout with less sense than others.” She looked at Laurel. “What’s your name, sister?”
“Laurel.”
“Laurel. I’m Maple and this is Sycamore. Unfortunately, as you’ve discovered, attempting to ally yourself with the strongest will only hurt you. Luckily, all dryads are sisters to each other, and we will support you and help you with your child.”
“Child?!” Laurel squeaked.
“The satyr had his way with you, did he not?”
“Y-yes. Both did.”
“Then it is not one child, but two,” Sycamore said grimly. “Us nymphs will be impregnated by anyone with the sperm to do so, even if we are already pregnant. Thankfully, visibly pregnant nymphs are not chased, but until you are showing, you’ll have to run even faster to avoid whelping more.”
“Come with us,” Maple said, helping Laurel to her feet. “We know a place safe from the disgusting men of the world.”
Laurel followed Maple and Sycamore into the woods, unsure of what to do next, only that she was safe with her new sisters.