Even with the risk, Brad was too curious not to let the male proceed. Other his own masturbation, he'd never experienced any form of sex, and now being female, there were avenues never before possible. Bracing herself, the former boy scout felt the weight of the male as he pushed over her rump and then the hard prod of his shaft as it hit the outside of her opening twice, but then found the cunt and thrust in. Brad was elated, and yet a little disappointed at first. The sensations were strong, but not overpowering. But as the male continued the pleasure got stronger. Brad realized more than just her body was changing - the need to mate and satisfaction from the act was getting more intense as her mind adjusted. This was more than just pleasure - primal instincts were getting stronger, the need of a bear to mate and procreate.
Procreate. This was more than just pleasure - Brad was suddenly aware that the Fae had made her both receptive and fertile, and the male about to jet his seed into her was mating to create young. Yet even with the sure knowledge that she was about to be impregnated, Brad continued. Maybe the female bear identity got stronger, maybe his curiousity was too great. But as the male thrust into her and began to jet semen, Brad clenched muscles tight in her rump to lock in his seed. The male continued to thrust a few more times, then slid off to pant a bit, before shuffling back into the woods.
Brad took a bit longer to recover - possibly because the Fae were still hovering around her, trying to force acceptance of her new species. They were making one critical mistake, though. The former boy knew he was a she-bear and was prepared for the coming changes to her body as the pregnancy grew, she gave birth, and then raised her cubs. Brad fully accepted her now role as a beast, but she also remembered being a boy and her human life. The Fae were upset, for they recognized a failure. Brad should have fully transformed into an animal.
Puck, the purple-haired leader, was grumpy at first, but then grinned and sent two of his subordinate Fae to the Scout camp while he used magic to block the male's seed from coming into contact with the eggs inside of Brad. He waited until the glassy-eyed scouts stumbled into the clearing and Brad turned to recognize two of his Troop-mates. [What have you done to them?] The she-bear was fearful, something the Fae could exploit. [Please, let them go.]
[Oh, I will let them go. After I make them younger.] Puck flitted over the dazed boys, scattering dust over them. thier shorts vanished first, and then the two began to get shorter. Smaller. Younger. The tweens were quickly a pair of 9-year-olds, then 7, then 5. As Brad watched in horror, they preschoolers became toddlers, then babies, then fell to the ground as infants. [You have a choice. Several, in fact.] Puck flitted over the wide-eyed week-old boys. [I can leave them like this, in which case they will probably be found before they die and grow up as new individuals. They can become part of the grass that grows under them, perhaps seeds which will become plants. Or I can make them eggs in your womb that will be impregnated and form into new cubs that you must carry full term, deliver, and raise.]