By the time my brother, Prince Andrew, returned to the cargo hold Maedel had just about recovered from her mind-breaking orga- ahem - delightful dilemma. I helped the elf ranger to her feet and handed her (rather boyish) shorts and tunic. When she was changed I helped fix her short, black bed-hair into something more presentable, giving her a feminine ‘swish’ fringe and tucking the sides behind her large elf ears.
“Strange,” I muttered to myself. Were Maedel’s ears always this big and droopy? I could have sworn her elf ears were longer, thinner and more pointed like two sharp knives pointing from the sides of her head. Now they seemed wider and the ends curled forwards and inwards…
Before I could dwell on the matter further Andrew interrupted.
“We’ve secured the ship but… there have been a few unexpected… changes,” He began. Aren’t there always?
Andrew stood for a moment, eyes fixed on Maedel, mouth agasp and a look of curiosity about him. Maedel noticed the stare and her already cinnamon skin turned a shade redder. She quickly lowered her head and looked to the side, likely filed with memories of the earth shattering clima – ahem – pleasurable experience they had shared together early.
“You look… cute,” the dumbstruck Prince finally said after realizing he’d been staring a little too long. Maedel’s nervous look turned into an appreciative smile. She thanked him and I too felt pleased, clearly I have a knack for bringing out the beauty in people, although it is quite easy when your subject is an elf – they seem to all be absolutely gorgeous looking, if I were a man I’d certainly want a little taster of elf pu – ahem!
Andrew motioned for us to follow him and, Maedel, Connie and I were led to the ships wheel where we were met with an odd assortment of creatures.
“What in the heck are those?” Maedel pointed at the strange sea creatures. Elf forest rangers don’t get out to sea much, I suppose.
“Well, I’m a mermaid (named Loriel), this is my octopus, Ocho and this is your friends twin!” The half-woman, half-aquatic creature said. She was pointing at a large brown seal that sprawled over the deck trying to lift a ball into the air with its nose and failing sending the ball rolling and the seal shuffling after it, barking.
“Twin?” Maedel asked before the wheels in her head turned and it clicked, “That’s Hazel?!”
Maedel began laughing unrestrainedly, having to hold her belly as she did so. Her infectious giggles were rudely interrupted by a loud and involuntary snort.
Maedel’s hands flew to her face.
“Oh my gosh! Did I just giggle-snort? Elves don’t snort when they laugh… we’re too perfect to do that!” Maedel said. She turned to me and asked “How is my nose? I don’t still have a pig nose, do I?”
“No… but I think your ears might be a bit floppy.” I tentatively answer.
The dark-haired elf’s hands now rushed toward her ears and the moment she felt the big drooping things her expression turned from one of panic to the look of a pleading puppy or kitten. I half expected her to mew at me for help.
Feeling guilty and with no other ideas I smile brightly and say, “Its okay! A little starch will make them pointy again!”
Tears burst from her eyes like fountains and the poor little kitty pounces into Andrews arms. He hugs her tightly and shushes her. Her weeping lowers to a sniffle (and occasional snort.)
At some point during their embrace, Andrews hand slipped down Maedels back to rest on her tender buttocks, even after all the gender-swapping he’d been through he was still a chauvinistic pig at heart. His hand reached the small of her back and paused. Then he slipped it under her tunic and into her shorts to touch her bare bottom directly!
“Andrew!” I whispered sharply at his brazen attempt at copping a feel but he ignored me.
“Maedel,” he said slowly, “Pull down your shorts.”
“What? No! Not now.” Maedel said, her voice changing from surprise to firm refusal and finally to a hushed whisper as she stepped away from Andrew.
“You have to… unf!” Andrew took a step forward, causing Maedel to begin walking back and holding him at bay. He continued following and their pace quickened. Maedel turned away from Andrew and was soon in the midst of a full-fledged run around the deck with the presumptuous Prince chasing after!
“Eeeee!” Maedel squealed as she ran, “Get away from me Andrew! I don’t want any more people to see me naked today!”
“I have to see!” The Prince replied and dived forward. His hands gripped the legs of her shorts as he landed face first on the deck, pulling them down to her ankles. Even the elves amazing dexterity couldn’t keep her standing and she tripped over her fallen shorts, land on her face and knees, her naked ass presented to the world.
Andrews face rose up from where it had planted on the wooden floor, his eyes rose up between her legs where he could see her respectable bosom squashed against the floor and up past her toned thighs and her glistening lips. Above her round, little tushy proudly sat a curly, corkscrew pig tail of the same tan color as the rest of her supple skin.
“Oh! Maedel, you have a pig tail.” I said, too surprised to worry about my friends embarrassment.
“I guess you’re now a half-elf! And half-pig!” Connie, the Princess turned pig, giggled (and snorted) once again glad to not be the only one suffering a transformation.
“Oh my, Such a lively bunch of surface folk!” Loriel laughed, musically, having watched and enjoyed the entire display.