#fairy tf

[fafnir19]

The Fairy Tale

The snow-capped mountains loomed ahead, their peaks piercing the azure sky, as Finn and his father, Hergen, made their way through the quaint mountain town. Finn, a young man of twenty, with a slender build and bright, curious eyes, clutched his gloved hands together, his breath forming small clouds in the chilly air. He was not one for outdoor excursions, preferring the cozy confines of his home with a good book. But today was different; his father had convinced him to embark on a journey to the glacier caves, a place of nature wonders. As they wandered through the bustling Christmas market, the aroma of spiced glögg and roasted chestnuts filled the air, mingling with the sound of cheerful carols.

Finn's eyes sparkled as he took in the festive atmosphere, feeling a sense of warmth and joy despite the cold. He and his father shared a hot cup of glögg, their breath mingling with the steam rising from the mulled wine. It was a moment of connection, a rare occasion when Finn felt truly at ease with his father, who was often away on his scientific expeditions. "Dad, I'm glad we came here. It's like a winter wonderland," Finn said, his voice filled with genuine happiness. Hergen smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I thought you'd enjoy it, my boy. But wait until you see the glacier caves tomorrow. They are a marvel of nature, unlike anything you've ever witnessed."

While Hergen was chatting with some other adventurous guys about the best hike to the caves, Finn glanced at the old woman selling the glögg, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she poured him a generous cup. “Tomorrow, my father and I are exploring the glacier caves!” Finn said, a hint of excitement breaking through his usual anxiety. Her expression shifted, lips pressing together in a tight line. “You should think twice, boy. The fairies live there. They can be dangerous if disturbed.” Finn chuckled, shaking his head. “Fairies? You must be joking. That’s just nonsense, right?” “No joke at all,” she replied, her voice low and serious. “They are not to be trifled with.” “Right,” Finn said, rolling his eyes as he turned to Hergen. “Next, she’ll tell me about unicorns and elves.” Hergen laughed, clearly entertained. “Maybe they’ll offer us some magical glögg!” The old woman shot them a stern look before turning away, leaving Finn to sip his drink.

The next morning, as the sun bathed the snow-covered landscape in a golden glow, Finn and Hergen set out for the glacier caves. The journey was arduous, the cold biting at their exposed skin, but Finn's excitement grew with every step. The caves loomed ahead, a majestic sight with their shimmering ice formations and deep, mysterious crevices. "This is it, Finn. The glacier caves," Hergen said, his voice filled with awe. "Let's explore, but remember to stay together and be mindful of our surroundings." Finn nodded, his eyes wide as he took in the breathtaking beauty around him. He ventured deeper into the caves, his breath catching at the sight of glittering ice columns and intricate frozen sculptures.

As he wandered, a peculiar sight caught his attention. Tiny glowing orbs fluttered in the frosty air, resembling fireflies, but their presence in this frigid environment was baffling. Intrigued, Finn approached, his curiosity overcoming his initial hesitation. As he drew closer, he realized these were no ordinary insects. Their delicate wings shimmered with an otherworldly light, and their size was larger than any firefly he had ever seen. With a gentle motion, he reached out, capturing one of the creatures in his palm. It struggled, its wings creating a soft whirring sound, like a tiny bellows. "How dare you invade the realm of the fairies!" The creature's voice, high-pitched and indignant, startled Finn. He stared at the fairy, its tiny features contorted in anger. "Let me go at once! I will not tolerate this intrusion!" Finn's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing. He had heard tales of fairies, but never imagined he would encounter one. "I-I apologize," he stammered, his voice betraying his shock. "I meant no harm. I was merely curious." The fairy's expression turned from anger to suspicion. "Curiosity, you say? Well, you've trespassed, and punishment is due. I'll call for help, and you'll face the consequences!"

A voice, like a whispered secret, slithered into Finn's mind. *Eat it, Finn!* a voice whispered in his mind, insistent and seductive. *Swallow it, and your troubles will be over.* The command was so sudden and compelling that Finn found himself obeying without hesitation. He opened his mouth and, with a quick motion, popped the fairy into his mouth. It tasted like sparkling sugar, and as he swallowed, a rush of warmth spread through his body. As the fairy slid down his throat, a transformation began. Finn's

body trembled, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very essence was being reshaped. His hair, once straight and blond, began to curl and lengthen, framing his face in a stylish fade cut. His ears, once rounded and human, elongated and became pointed, a clear sign of his newfound fairy heritage. But the transformation didn't stop there. His red expedition suit, a practical choice for the cold, morphed into something altogether different. The fabric shifted and changed, transforming into light blue leather pants that hugged his legs like a second skin, leaving his upper body bare. He stood there, stunned, as the reality of his new appearance sank in.

"Dad!" he cried out, startled by his own voice, which had taken on a deeper, more resonant tone. Hergen, who had been collecting samples nearby, rushed over, his eyes widening at the sight of his son. "Finn! What's happening?" But before he could reach his son, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, its towering stature and matted black fur sending a shiver down Finn's spine. The creature's eyes glowed with an unearthly crimson light, and its wolf-like snout revealed sharp fangs. "Who—who are you?" Finn stammered, his voice barely audible. The creature stepped closer, its massive paws leaving frosty imprints on the ground. "I am Malgoth, the true ruler of these caves. And you are now under my command."

Hergen, who had been observing the exchange with growing concern, rushed to Finn's side. "Stay away from my son!" he shouted, his voice filled with protective fury. Malgoth's laughter boomed, causing icicles to tremble and fall. "Your son is no longer under your protection, human. He belongs to the fairy realm now."

Finn wanted to flee, to escape this terrifying presence, but before he could move, the creature was upon him, its massive paw pinning him down. A low, sinister chuckle rumbled from its throat, "Welcome to your new reality. You'll find your kind is easily swayed." "What's happening to me?" Finn whispered, his voice now carrying a hint of wonder. Malgoth's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "You've swallowed the fairy, and now you've become one of them. A fairy prince, with all the powers and pleasures that come with it." He stepped closer, his massive claws clicking against the ice. "And I have plans for you, my prince." Finn struggled, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in his throat as the creature's hand moved to his ear, stroking the delicate point with a single claw.

A jolt of pleasure shot through him, so intense it left him breathless. "Ah, I see you've discovered the pleasure of the fairy ears," the creature said, its voice dripping with satisfaction. "So sensitive, so responsive. It's no wonder they are your greatest weakness." Finn's breath coming in short gasps as the creature continued to stroke his ear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. "No, I..." Finn began, his voice trailing off into a moan as his body betrayed his words. "Your body speaks the truth," Malgoth whispered, his breath hot against Finn's ear. "You like being touched, caressed by a powerful man. It's a feeling you've never known before, but now it's yours to enjoy." Finn's heart pounded, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body, pooling in his groin. His cock hardened, straining against the tight leather pants, and he couldn't deny the pleasure he was experiencing. Hergen, witnessing his son's transformation and the creature's manipulation, felt a surge of helplessness. He knew he couldn't physically overpower Malgoth, not with those massive claws and imposing stature. But he had to do something, anything, to protect his son. "Stay away from him!" Hergen shouted, his voice echoing off the icy walls. "You won't turn my son into some fairy plaything!" Malgoth's laughter filled the cave, causing the ice to tremble. "Oh, but he's already becoming my plaything, and he's enjoying it. Isn't that right, fairy prince?" Finn's mouth was dry, and he could only nod, his eyes locked on Malgoth's. The creature's words were like a spell, binding him, making him want to submit, to explore this new, forbidden pleasure. "Think about it, Finn," Malgoth whispered, his voice a dark temptation.

"Imagine being cared for by a man, strong and powerful, who can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. It's a feeling you crave, deep within your fairy soul." Finn's hand moved to his cock, stroking it through the leather pants, and he moaned softly. The sensation was incredible, and he couldn't deny the truth in Malgoth's words. He had always felt different, shy and anxious, but now, as a fairy prince, he felt a newfound confidence in his sexuality. "That's it, Finn," Malgoth encouraged, his voice a soft purr. "Pleasure yourself. Think of me, of the power I hold over you, and how it excites you."

Finn's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his mind filled with images of Malgoth, of powerful men, and the forbidden sensations coursing through his body. Malgoth stepped closer, his claws gently caressing Finn's lips. "Imagine your lips around a cock, sucking, pleasing a man. It's what you want, isn't it?" Finn's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself leaning forward, his mouth seeking the creature's fingers. He sucked on them eagerly, his tongue swirling, and he moaned around the digits, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Yes, that's it," Malgoth whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're a natural, fairy prince. Embrace your desires, and they will set you free." Finn's hand moved to the waistband of his leather pants, and he pulled them down, his cock springing free, hard and eager. He stroked himself, his hips bucking with each stroke, and he couldn't hold back the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips.

"I'm so close," he panted, his eyes locked on Malgoth, who lounged casually on a nearby stone, watching the show with a satisfied smirk. "Do you want to see me cum?" Finn teased, his voice breathless. Malgoth's smirk widened, and he nodded, his eyes never leaving Finn's body. "Go on, fairy prince. Show me how much you've embraced your new nature." Finn's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His body trembled, and he threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, his cum painting his stomach and thighs. As he caught his breath, Finn wiped the cum from his body, his hand trembling. He felt a strange urge, a desire to taste himself, to experience the essence of his newfound nature. "Finn, stop!" Hergen shouted, his voice filled with horror as he watched his son's actions. "What has that creature done to you?" But Finn was beyond listening. He teased his father with a playful smile, then brought his hand to his mouth, licking the cum from his fingers. The taste was sweet and salty, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through him, awakening a new, insatiable desire. "Ah, the taste of your own seed," Malgoth purred, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. "It seals your transformation, fairy prince.

From now on, you'll crave the taste of cum, especially that of powerful men. It's your new addiction, and it will bind you to me." Finn's eyes widened as the realization hit him. He had become a creature of pleasure, a dark fairy prince, and the untamable desire to suck cocks, to please men, was now his driving force. Malgoth's laughter filled the cave, a dark, triumphant sound. "Your corruption is complete, and your conversion is final. Welcome, my dark fairy prince. You are now a part of my plan, a key to my conquest of the fairy realm." Hergen, witnessing the transformation of his son and the creature's sinister plans, knew he had to act. But before he could make a move, Malgoth raised a massive paw, and a blizzard erupted, filling the cave with swirling snow. When it cleared, Finn was gone, spirited away by the dark creature. Hergen stood alone in the now silent cave, his mind racing. He knew he had to find his son, to help him, but how could he possibly challenge such a powerful and malevolent force?

Hergen couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the door to find Finn on his doorstep, weeks after their harrowing adventure in the glacier caves. The young man had changed, his once-pointed ears now rounded, more human-like, but he exuded a new, captivating presence.

His father's heart swelled with relief and joy. "Son, you're back! You've escaped that creature... but you're different." Hergen's voice trailed off as he took in Finn's transformation. Finn smiled, his eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "I'm free, Father. But the changes... they're not all gone."

Later that evening, Finn and his cousin, Claas, a lively 23-year-old, set off for a frat party. Finn carried a tray of meatballs that were intended as finger food for the party.

As the alcohol flowed and the party's energy peaked, the cousins made their way through the crowd and Claas noticed something peculiar. He caught a glimpse of their reflection in a full-length mirror, but it wasn't their usual selves staring back. Instead, Claas saw the gay fairy prince from the glacier, with his pointed ears and silver armor.

Beside prince Finn standing himself - bare-chested. Confused and startled, Claas grabbed Finn's arm. "What sorcery is this? I see you as that fairy prince, and myself... with no shirt!" Finn's smirk revealed his secret plan.

"Oh, Claas, it's already begun. You see, these meatballs you've been enjoying... they're not just any ordinary meat. They're fairy meat!" As he spoke, a chilling breeze swept through the house. The temperature dropped, and a blizzard erupted within the very heart of the fraternity, encasing everything in a glittering layer of ice and the mirror's surface frosted over. The transformation was not limited to the environment; it affected the fraternity brothers as well. One by one, they underwent a magical change, their bodies becoming slender and graceful, their ears growing pointed, and their tuxedos became sparkling armors. Their eyes widened in wonder and lust as they, too, became gay fairies, their human forms a distant memory.

The new fairies, driven by an instinctual desire, swarmed around Finn, their prince. Claas, overcome with devotion, fell to his knees, his eyes locked on Finn's crotch. "My prince," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration and submission. "I see now that you are the fairy prince, returned to claim your throne. Allow me to serve you." With that, he leaned forward and took Finn's cock into his mouth, his newfound fairy nature driving him to pleasure his newfound prince. The other transformed fraternity brothers joined Claas, their hands and lips caressing Finn's body. Finn's senses were overwhelmed by the touch of so many eager fairies. He felt his cock stiffen further, the pleasure intensifying with each passing moment. The memory of his human life began to fade as the fairies' attentions focused on his pointed ears, sending shivers of delight through his body. "Enough!" Finn cried out, his voice laced with both pleasure and panic. "I... I can't remember... my human life is slipping away." But the fairies did not heed his plea, their hands and mouths working in unison to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. As the last vestiges of his human memories faded, Finn surrendered to the pleasure, his voice now filled with authority and desire. "Yes, my subjects. Serve your horny prince's cock!"

As the party descended into a haze of passion and ecstasy, the fairies, including Finn and Claas, disappeared into the glacier cave, drawn by an unseen force. Malgoth, the dark manipulator, awaited them, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Welcome, my new creations," he purred, his voice echoing through the icy chamber. "You are a new fairy race, and your sustenance shall be the essence of powerful men. Their cum will fuel your existence."

The air crackled with anticipation as the new fairy prince, Finn, stood amidst the frozen realm, his presence causing a stir among the fairy subjects, once frat bros. Claas couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as he witnessed Finn's transformation and the adoration it elicited from their fellow fairies. Malgoth, the dark manipulator, seized this opportunity to plant a seed of discord in Claas's mind. "You should be the prince," Malgoth whispered, his breath like a chilling breeze against Claas's ear. "You are older, stronger. Imagine Finn beneath you, helpless, as you claim his body and his power."

Claas couldn't shake the vision of himself as the dominant fairy prince, with Finn as his submissive. The thought of entering Finn's body, claiming him, sent shivers down his spine. He pictured himself thrusting into Finn's willing form, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

As the party continued in the glacier cave, Claas' gaze kept returning to Finn, now surrounded by the former frat boys, all of them gay fairies under his command. The sight of their pleasure-filled faces only intensified Claas' yearning. He wanted to be the one causing Finn's moans, to have that power over the prince. "I could take what's rightfully mine," he whispered, his voice laced with determination. "I could make him submit."

The ancient glaciers, once serene, now echoed with the sinister laughter of Malgoth, the corrupted spirit. His plan was unfolding beautifully, and soon, the fairy realm would be his. He had found the perfect pawn in Finn, the shy human boy who had unwittingly become a fairy prince. "Your destiny awaits, my prince. The human town will fall, and from its ruins, our realm shall flourish!" Finn's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and a newfound lust for power. "The time has come," Malgoth's declared, his voice echoing through the icy chamber. "Feed the fairy meat to the young lads in the town, and watch as they succumb to their desires, becoming warriors of our realm." Finn's heart raced. He knew his mission—to corrupt the town's sons, one by one. With each fairy consumed, a new gay fairy would emerge, until every son of this town is under Finn’s command, so  that the human town would lose its protectors. Malgoth's laughed, "The humans will lose their precious sons to our corruption, and their town will be ours. An eternal winter awaits them, a fitting grave for their defiance."

The icy wind howled outside, as if in prediction of the impending doom. "I understand, master," Finn replied, his voice steady, laced with a dark promise. "I shall fulfill my role and bring forth the era of the gay fairy realm."

As the blizzard subsided, the new fairy army, led by their dark prince, Finn, disappeared into the night, ready to spread their enchantment over the unsuspecting town and fulfill Malgoth's vision of a icy gay fairy empire.

[krimsonkatt]

Fairy Mirror

A magical mirror, another self.

A boy looks into a magical mirror in his grandmother attic, only to find a beautiful fairy girl looking back at him, copying his every move. He reaches out to the mirror and the girl reaches back. As the boy touches the mystical mirror, he begins to fall through the glass like it is merely air. Jumping through the mirror, two selves become one, and she emerges on the other side as the beautiful fairy she once gazed upon. "I'm so.... so beautiful..." she cries as she looks at her gorgeous reflection in the magical mirror that granted her this new life. She was now a beautiful fairy princess, just like she always dreamed.

[nebulanightsky]

Someone asked to see the bonus, and I'm giving them the bonus..

YALL GETTING CROSS WEARS A FAIRY DRESS DOODLES

[haysaca]

Sorry for cropping out Getian but AUGHHH these three are just so family-coded every time I see official art of them.

Toothfairy not only braided Vertin's hair but ALSO Z'S I swear these two are literally wives and Vertin is their little gremlin.

Like the way TF is casually braiding their hair and feeding them candy and the way she's giving that LITTLE SMILE towards Z like she's proud she's finally relaxing.. she is mothering!!!

[sotiredmostnights]

you'd better start believing in the shoujo renaissance, animanga community. you're in one.

[fishareglorious]

Jessica is on the chat, she's just too busy asking Blonney what 'gay' means.

[thecocodrille]

Mecha pilot starscream base in @astra-ryuusei fic in all they androgynous glory uwu

[h0estar]

GENUINELY TWEAKING

[rigelmahogany087]

mindless doodling while my laptop charges. i find great joy in doodling, drawing whatever comes to mind. sorry if anything’s off or incorrect, i wasn’t using any references while drawing. babywave has taken up 3 pages in my sketchbook, haha.

i hope to introduce my other ocs on here sometime.

[deebyfeeby]

Resplendent Tharja

[sleeplesssmoll]

I used the "share" button on bluesky but just in case the source isn't linked, here it is:

https://bsky.app/profile/yatagarasu-merui.bsky.social

Merui is one of my heroes 🫡

EDIT: I just realized Tooth Fairy is braiding Vertin's hair! I bet she did Madam Z's hair too. AU GH they're so cute

[krimsonkatt]

Mio and Me - Xenoblade 3 Fairy TFTG

Description copied from my old DeviantArt. One day, Noah and his girlfriend Princess Mio of Agnus are hanging out in Agnus Castle. King Rex and the three queens were out of town, so they were all alone. While thinking of things to do, Mio comes up with an idea, to visit the royal library and pick out a good book to read. Noah agrees, and they head to the library. However, while wandering throughout the halls, an old, dusty book begins to glow on the upper shelf. Mio takes notice and grabs the book. "How strange." she says. "This book seems to be glowing." She opened the dusty book only to be greeted with mysterious instructions. "Welcome to the realm of the fairies, master." Huh? Was this book sentient or something? "I am the mystic tome known as the "Faerie Queene's Grimoire. You, dear Mio, are this book's new master." Huh? How did this book know her name? This was creepy. "Using this book, you will be able to enter Alfhiemr, the realm of the faeries to become it's guardian and protector, for you have been chosen by the book. All you need to is whisper a password, which you construct yourself, into the book, and you and anyone surrounding you will be teleported to our with with new forms that better fit this environment. Good luck, faerie fencer!" "Uh, Noah, come get a look at this."

A few moments later

"It's certainly strange. I've never heard of a "faerie" before. Are they some sort of creature?" replied Noah. Mio responded. "I don't know, but it can't hurt to find out, right? They don't SOUND like evil people." "Yeah, I guess so." "How about we take a visit to this other world? We won't be out for long, and no one is home anyway." "I don't know, it might be dangerous." "I know, but my curiosity is killing me! I just have to see what that other world is like." "I guess it won't hurt. Okay, let's visit that other world." "Okay. Book, take us to the other world." words then appeared in the book to Mio, which was blank to Noah's eyes. "A password has not been set. Please enter password." Mio whispered into the book "lucky seven," and suddenly the book began to emit an extremely bright glow as a vortex began to form. "Mio! What did you do?" "I don't know! I just entered a password and this happened!" the vortex became bigger and bigger and both young adults started to be sucked in! "Aaaaaaaahhhh!" they both yelled as they were sucked into the portal, the book then closing behind them.

"What… is this place?" Noah moaned as he found himself spiraling through some sort of pink colored Vortex. He could see Mio in the distance, but something felt… odd. Like there was a lightness in his stomach and in his head that he just couldn't grasp. And then… CRACK! "What was that? AAAAAAHHHH!" Noah began to scream in agony as an extremely painful burning sensation began at his feet, and it was quickly spreading. "What… is this…" sparks and sparkles were let out as what felt like burning fire began to consume his entire body, starting with his foot and spreading across his body. Everything felt extremely warm, and he just kept feeling lighter and lighter as the fire continued to spread. Then the fire reached his pelvis and… "GLOOP!" Emptiness. Complete emptiness. His sword was no longer there, leaving only a sheath. Was he turning into a woman? He had to stop this! The fire then began to consume his clothes, turning his red jacket and black pants into a feminine dress featuring a leotard and miniskirt. Tight pantyhose covered his lower half, as leafy-feeling heeled boots covered his legs. He WAS turning into a girl! The dress itself also felt very leafy in texture, like she was wearing nature itself. "Here it comes…" Noah cried out as the fire plumped up her posterior and chest to dramatic proportions, leaving her with a bubble butt and double d breasts. The fire then predictably then spread to her face, transforming it to become cute and feminine with large, voloxolous lips covered in light red lipstick and long feminine lashes. It also made her ponytail grow much longer, making her hairstyle much more girly. But, surprisingly, this was not the end of the changes. The fire then spread to the shoulder blades on her back, making the skin swell up before two shining red wings fluttered out of her back with grace and poise. Along with that, her ears lengthened to dramatic proportions, making them pointed and looked similar to some of the coreborn he's seen throughout Agnus.

With the transformation finished, Noah felt extremely light as she began to flutter across the pink hellscape. Flying felt surprisingly good. Wait, flying? She could fly? What was going on? She could see that Mio also transformed, though her changes were a lot less noticeable. She now had wings and antenna like Noah now did, colored gold instead of red, but her outfit also changed to the same leafy texture as Noah's new clothes and became more poofy and feminine. Was this what these "faeries" looked like? What was going on! "Oh! There you are Noah!" "Mio! What is happening? Why am I a girl?" "Calm down. This isn't that big of a deal. When we travel back to our world, you'll transform back to your original self, just like you always were. Mio placed her warm hands on Noah's, calming his stressed breathing. "We'll just take a quick look around like I said. Then, we can travel back. Don't worry, I will always love you, no matter what form you take." Mio then gave a quick kiss on Noah's cheek, embarrassing the young faerie and making her blush. If Lanz or Eunie were here, they would definitely tease them for being "gay AF" or whatever the new lingo was. "Mio, I'm not too sure about this…" Mio responded. "Don't worry about it, this will be fine! It's a whole new world to explore!"

Later, Noah and Mio would arrive in Alfhiem, Mio being welcomed as their new champion to fight the evil dark alfr. Noah traveled with Mio exploring the new world for a tad before they were both forced to return, since due to the book's limits they could only stay in Alfhiem for a maximum of 6 hours before automatically traveling back to their own world. Upon returning to earth, Mio brought the book of the faerie queene to her room to use whenever she pleased and Noah decided that he wouldn't be traveling to that other world anytime soon. Being a girl wouldn't be worth it just for the ability to fly, and he couldn't really change it since he quickly learned that all faeries are females who can reproduce asexually. Becoming a faerie would mean becoming a woman, and Noah didn't really like that. However, he would still travel to Alfhiem in secret to serve as Mio's backup if she was even in trouble. He would take the cost if it meant protecting his beloved. He will never let her go until they day they died, not again. Thus ends the story of Noah and Mio's first trip into Alfhiem, but it will be far from the last. Especially when a certain android appeared on their world to warn of a dire cosmic threat that could consume all worlds in eternal darkness…

To Be Continued

Author's Note: Thanks for reading this story! I finished Xenoblade 3 recently as it has been on my mind a lot. So, I decided to make a TG involving it, but wanted to do something a bit more unique. There was this crappy old CGI show on Nick Jr back in the day that my little sister watched called "Mia and Me." It was about a live action girl with a magic book that served as a portal to the fairy world, and she had to manage juggling her real life with her duties as the protector of the fairy world. Lots of sparkles and unicorns and girly stuff, but the TF element was cool I guess. Not many shows with fairy TFs as a major feature. Sadly no TGs, but that's to be expected of a children's show in this day and age thanks to conservatards raging at anything vaguely LGBT+ themed. Since "Mia" is so similar to "Mio," the heroine of Xenoblade 3, I decided to combine both concepts together to make a Xenoblade-themed fairy TG taking place after the events of Xenoblade 3 after both worlds have been fused and Noah and Mio met again. Weird crossover, eh? Fairy TGs are basically my signature now so I couldn't let down an excuse to make another one. Hope you like the fairy Noah and Mio designs. I especially liked the design I gave to fairy Mio. Anyway hope you enjoyed this TG/Comic and I hope you continue to like and share my posts! Don't forget to favorite, comment, and follow. Bye for now!

[fafnir19]

The King-Boy

The sun shone brightly on a crisp autumn afternoon as Tristan, with a hint of reluctance, made his way from his student apartment to his family home. His strides were purposeful, yet there was an air of casualness about him with his hands shoved into the pockets of his blue varsity jacket —a signature Tristan charm.

He'd been tasked with babysitting his younger sister, Emily, and while he wasn't exactly thrilled about it, he knew it was the least he could do after rejecting his father's wishes. The tension between them was palpable; Tristan's decision to turn down the military scholarship had been a sore spot, and his father's disappointment hung heavy in the air.

He knew his father wanted the best for him, but the idea of a disciplined military life never sat well with Tristan's free-spirited nature. He had always been a bit of a rebel, and the thought of obedience and rigid rules made him cringe. Besides, the prospect of being sent to war zones, fighting for causes he didn't believe in, was not something he was willing to risk his life for.

Whatsoever today, Tristan had no choice but to put that aside and focus on Emily. Upon arriving at the cozy family home, Tristan found Emily in her pink-themed bedroom, a room that screamed 'little princess.' She sat on her bed, her curly brown locks bouncing as she eagerly awaited her brother's arrival. "Tristan!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "You're here! Are you going to read me a story?" He couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, his heart softening despite himself. "Of course, Em. What story did you have in mind?" Emily scrambled to her bookshelf and pulled out a well-worn fairy tale book. "This one! It's about a princess and an evil queen. I want to know if the princess gets saved." Sighing, Tristan sat on the edge of the bed, his varsity jacket creasing slightly.

"Alright, let's see what this princess is up to." He opened the book, his deep voice filling the room as he began to read. "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess..." As Tristan narrated the tale, Emily's eyes grew wide with wonder. The story was one of adventure and peril, where the princess was captured by an evil queen with magical powers. Brave knights attempted to rescue her, but many fell victim to the queen's dark magic, transformed into creatures or slain by her guards. Tristan's voice took on a dramatic tone, bringing the characters to life. "The king, desperate to save his daughter, sought a brave soul who could break the curse. But all who tried..." He paused for effect, "...met a grim fate." Emily's attention was rapt, her small hands clasped tightly together. "Do you think anyone can save her, Tristan?" He shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess we'll have to wait and see." Tristan's voice held a hint of boredom, his mind drifting to his own predicament. He, too, felt trapped, albeit in a different kind of fairy tale. "I bet you could save the princess," Emily said, her voice filled with admiration. "You're so strong and smart." A chuckle escaped Tristan's lips. "Me? Save a princess? I don't think so. I'm not the heroic type, and I'm definitely not risking my life for a stranger." Emily's face fell slightly, but her belief in her brother was unwavering. "But you're my hero, Tristan. I know you'd help her if you could." She reached into a toy box and pulled out a plastic necklace with a glittering red gem. "And with this magic necklace, you could control dragons! The princess would be saved for sure." Tristan couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. He allowed Emily to place the toy necklace around his neck, indulging her playful imagination. “Thanks, Emily," he said and played along. "I'll keep it safe until the right prince comes along."

As Tristan continued reading, Emily's eyes grew heavy, and she drifted off to sleep. As Tristan sat there, the gem at his neck began to glow, emitting a soft light that illuminated the room. Startled, he reached for the necklace, but before he could grasp it, a whirlwind of magic engulfed him and a blinding flash transported him into the very fairy tale he had been reading. He found himself in a grand hall of a castle, its high ceilings and ornate columns a stark contrast to Emily's cozy room. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of distant trumpets echoed through the halls. Tristan, now dressed in a blue velvet jerkin, tight white pants, and golden riding boots, stood in awe, taking in his new surroundings.

"Noble Tristan, what a blessing that you are here to free my daughter!" A deep voice startled him, and he turned to face a regal figure—the king himself. Tristan's heart raced, realizing he was now a part of the very story he had been reading. Although surprised by the king's knowledge of his name, Tristan maintained his composure. He had no intention of playing the hero, but he recognized this as his chance to find a way back home. Feigning interest, he played along, knowing this was his ticket to finding the elusive queen. "Your Majesty, I am at your service. I shall do whatever it takes to aid in the princess's rescue." His mind, however, was already plotting his escape from this fantastical realm. "But first, I must ask, where might I find the queen?" The king's eyes narrowed, and he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "The queen, with her dark magic, resides in a castle beyond the northern mountains.” Delighted by Tristan's willingness, the king revealed his plan. "We have learned of a secret passage that leads directly to the Queen's castle. if you can distract her, my men will sneak into her castle and rescue my daughter." Tristan just nodded.

And so, with the king's guidance, Tristan embarked on his quest, riding through enchanted forests and crossing mystical rivers. The journey was not without its perils, but the young man's determination kept him focused.

Finally, the majestic castle of the evil Queen loomed before them. Guards, clad in dark armor, escorted Tristan while he strode through the castle's halls, his boots echoing on the stone floors. The throne room loomed ahead, and as he entered, the evil Queen's laughter echoed off the walls, sending shivers down his spine. "Ah, another brave soul, come to rescue the princess?" she cackled, her eyes sparkling with malevolence. "Do you not fear the fate of those who came before you?" Tristan stood tall, his voice steady. "I do not seek the princess, my lady. I have a more personal request. I wish to return home, and I was told you might hold the key to my freedom." The Queen's eyes narrowed, her interest piqued. "And why should I assist you, young man? What could you possibly offer me?" Tristan leaned forward, his expression earnest. "Knowledge, my lady. I have learned of a secret plan—an invasion of your castle. If you help me, I can provide details that might save countless lives." The Queen's laughter filled the room and the knowledge of his impending betrayal only added to her amusement. "You would betray your king for your own gain? How delightfully cunning. Very well, young Tristan, I shall send you home, but first, share with me these secrets." Tristan revealed the king's plan, his words flowing freely. The Queen listened intently, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she realized the extent of the betrayal. Within hours, the queen's forces had captured every man involved.

Tristan, stood before the evil Queen, his once indifferent demeanor now laced with a hint of nervousness. He had played his part, revealing the King's plan, and now awaited his reward—a passage back to his world.

The Queen's smirk sent a chill down his spine. Delighted by Tristan's treachery, she was offering him a place by her side. "Don't you want to stay and explore the wonders of this realm? You could be a revered knight, admired by all." Her words were tempting, playing on his desire for admiration. But Tristan's reluctance to commit to anything beyond his self-interest remained steadfast. "A knight? No, thank you, Your Majesty. To die on some battlefield, fighting for a cause that isn't mine? I'd rather not end up a casualty of war.  I want to return home." His response was laced with a hint of sarcasm, a remnant of his mischievous nature.

The Queen's eyes narrowed, her amusement turning to intrigue. "Very well, Tristan. To go home, you must kiss me and voice your wish." As the words left her lips, Tristan couldn't help but grin. *So this is how it's done in fairy tales*, he thought, amused by the cliché. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. The kiss was innocent at first, a mere formality to seal their agreement. But as their lips touched, a spark ignited within Tristan, a sensation he had never known before. His body responded with a hunger he couldn't control. His cock throbbed against the confines of his pants, straining against the fabric. The Queen, sensing his arousal, broke the kiss and ran her fingers along his jawline, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him. "My, my, what have we here?" she purred, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. With deliberate slowness, she began to undress him, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his jerkin and sliding it off his shoulders. Tristan stood before her, naked and exposed, his cock standing erect, a testament to his desire. The Queen positioned herself on her throne, her dress pooling around her like a dark cloud. She spread her legs, revealing her moist core, and beckoned him with a tilt of her head. Tristan needed no further invitation. He moved towards her, his cock leading the way, and thrust into her with a rhythm that spoke of his urgency. "Yes, my noble Tristan, show me your strength," she crooned, her voice laced with encouragement. "Show me how you wield your sword." Her words spurred him on, and he fucked her with increasing fervor. The throne creaked with each powerful thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Tristan's breath came in ragged gasps as he neared his climax. "I'm so close," he moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. The Queen matched his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Show me, Tristan. Show me the power of your sword." With a final, powerful thrust, Tristan reached his climax, his body shuddering as he released himself deep within her. He cried out, a sound that was part pleasure and part surprise, as he experienced a release unlike any he had known before.

Spent, he collapsed at the Queen's feet, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

The Queen, still seated on the throne, looked down at him with a satisfied smile. Her hand reached out, stroking his flaccid cock. To his surprise, he felt himself respond, his cock twitching back to life and slowly stiffening once more. "Oh, my dear Tristan," she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "I see you are not yet done. Are you wishing to put your sword in my service, Tristan?" she asked, her voice laced with both power and seduction. She knew full well the power of her words, the double meaning they held. Tristan, still dazed from the intensity of his orgasm, didn't fully comprehend her words. He assumed she was referring to his cock, and without hesitation, he answered, "Yes, my Queen." A grin played around the queen's lips, because she had him right where she wanted! She reveled in the thought that Tristan has just unwittingly pledged himself to her. "Welcome, my knight," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "And how far might you go to serve me, my loyal subject?" Her tone was light, almost playful, but the undercurrent of power was unmistakable. The question caught Tristan off guard. But before he could process his response, the words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them, as if some unseen force guided his tongue. "I would die for you, my Queen." He froze, shocked by his own declaration and the consequences of it slowly dawning on him. Had he just agreed to become her knight? To serve and protect her, even at the cost of his own life? How could he, the very embodiment of youthful reluctance, offer such a profound sacrifice? His mouth had betrayed him, speaking words he never would have uttered under normal circumstances. The realization hit him like a slap. He had just pledged his life to this woman, this evil enchantress. As if reading his thoughts, the Queen chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, my dear Tristan, you have just become my knight. Your fate is sealed, and your loyalty is now unwavering." His agreement to serve her with his 'sword' had triggered a spell, binding him to her will. Tristan's mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. He had never been one to commit wholeheartedly to a cause, especially one as dangerous as knighthood. But now, under the Queen's spell, his thoughts were transforming. The idea of fighting on the battlefield, of risking his life for her, no longer filled him with dread but with a sense of purpose and honor. And strangely, the thought of dying for her made his cock twitch with desire.

The queen's eyes narrowed, a mixture of amusement and triumph dancing in their depths. She had sensed the change in him, the magic coursing through his veins. "Excellent, my knight. Your devotion is... inspiring." She rose from her throne, her movements graceful and calculated. "Come, let us prepare you for your new role." As if in a trance, he followed her, his steps steady and sure, as if he had always been destined for this path. She led him to a nearby chamber. The marble floor of the chamber was cold against Tristan's bare feet as he followed the queen, his body still glistening with sweat from their passionate encounter. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, and the flickering torchlight cast an eerie glow on the stone walls, creating an atmosphere that both intrigued and unnerved him. At the center of the room, a massive bathtub, carved from pure white marble, awaited them, its surface shimmering with steam. The queen, dressed in her elegant black dress, stood by the tub, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. Tristan's heart quickened as he realized the vulnerability of his nakedness in contrast to her fully-clothed form. It was a stark reminder of the power she held over him, a power he had willingly surrendered. "Step in, my knight," she purred, her voice laced with a command he couldn't refuse. Obediently, Tristan approached the tub and lowered himself into the hot, soothing water.

The queen knelt beside the bath, her fingers trailing along his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She held a sponge, dripping with fragrant soap, and began to wash him with slow, deliberate strokes. "You have served me well, Tristan," she whispered, her breath warm on his neck. "And I shall reward you." Her words sent a thrill through him, but it was not the promise of a reward that made his heart race. It was the touch of her hands, the intimacy of this moment, and the knowledge that he was entirely at her mercy. She washed his shoulders, her fingers kneading the tense muscles, and then moved down his arms, her touch both gentle and possessive. As the sponge glided over his chest and arms, he felt a tingling sensation, and his breath caught. His body hair, once a source of pride, was disappearing, leaving his skin smooth and flawless. The queen's magic was at work, transforming him, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement at the loss of his former self. Her hands traveled lower, and she cupped his balls, "Your manhood will be a symbol of your dedication." His balls, once heavy and low, began to shrink and tighten, moving upwards as if drawn by an invisible force. It was a strange, almost pleasurable sensation, and he found himself grinning. "My Queen, what... what are you doing to me?" "Ah, my knight, you are becoming more perfect by the moment," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "These shrunken, transformed balls will keep you youthful forever. A fitting gift for my loyal servant." Tristan shuddered, his cock hardening at her words. The idea of being her eternal servant, a plaything, should have terrified him, but instead, he felt a rush of excitement. He had become her pleasure tool, and the thought of being nothing more than an object of her desire sent a wave of arousal through him. "Do you like what you see, my knight?" she asked, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardening cock through the water. "Do you like how I've made you?" "Yes, my Queen," he replied, his voice hoarse with desire. "I belong to you." She smiled, a triumphant gleam in her eyes, and continued her bathing ritual, ensuring every inch of his skin was touched by her magic. The water grew cooler, and she helped him out of the tub, her hands never leaving his body. She dried him with a soft cloth, her movements slow and sensual, as if she were savoring every moment. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she produced the outfit of a knight, but with a seductive twist. The black leather pants she offered him were tight, hugging his legs like a second skin, and he felt a surge of power as he slid them on. No underwear, just his bare skin against the leather. The jerkin, black velvet with a plunging neckline, framed his chest, leaving it exposed to her gaze. "Dress, my knight," she commanded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let me see my creation." Tristan complied, pulling on the pants, feeling the soft leather caress his skin. His cock strained against the material, the outline clearly visible but he no longer cared about modesty. The queen had taken that from him, replacing it with a constant state of arousal. He donned the jerkin, feeling the velvet brush against his nipples, now sensitive to the slightest touch. "Perfect, you are the embodiment of my desires. A bold knight, ready for battle, and a youthful pleasure boy, eager to serve." she whispered, running her hands over his chest and down his stomach, lingering on the bulge in his pants.

Tristan looked down at himself, his body a perfect blend of strength and sensuality. He was no longer the hesitant jock; he was a creation of the queen's making, designed for fighting and fucking.

The thought should have been alarming, but instead, it excited him. "Your transformation is complete, my knight. From now on, you will serve me, and the very thought of sacrificing your life for me will bring you pleasure." The queen's eyes sparkled with triumph. "You are mine, Tristan, body and soul." He stood tall, his body humming with newfound energy, his mind already embracing the destiny she had envisioned for him. Tristan's reluctance and indifference had vanished, replaced by a burning desire to please his queen, to fight and fuck in her name. As he left the chamber, his footsteps confident, he couldn't help but grin, his eyes gleaming with a newfound lust for life—or perhaps, more accurately, a lust for death in the service of his dark and enchanting queen.

Eighty years had passed since that fateful day when her brother, Tristan, had vanished, leaving nothing but a trail of unanswered questions. The pain of his disappearance had dulled over time, but the memories remained vivid, especially the one of him reading to her from a fairy tale book, a cherished moment before he vanished without a trace. Now, in the twilight of her life, Emily found herself in a senior home, sipping lukewarm tea, a far cry from the warm and lively household she once knew. She had long given up complaining about the temperature of her tea, knowing the nurses wouldn't heed her requests. But on this particular day, as she reached for a faded fairy tale book, a surge of nostalgia and curiosity overcame her. It was the fairy tale book that Tristan had always read to her. The pain of his disappearance too raw to bear, she had avoided the book for decades, for it was the last thing Tristan had read to her before his sudden absence. But now, as she approached the end of her journey on this earth, she felt prepared to revisit the story. "It's time to finally finish the story, Tristan," she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of determination and sorrow.

As she turned the pages, a bittersweet smile crept across her face. She noticed the peculiar coincidence of the protagonist's name, Tristan, identical to her brother's. It was as if the author had known her brother, capturing his essence in the character's deeds and demeanor.

The tale spoke of a young man, noble and brave, who found himself entangled in a web of magic and deceit. This Tristan, like her brother, was charismatic and confident, his charm effortlessly drawing people to him. But there was a darkness to this fictional Tristan, a mirror of the flaws Emily knew all too well in her brother. The tale spoke of Tristan's betrayal of the king, a deceitful act committed for personal gain. Emily's eyes widened as she read, for she saw her brother's actions in this fictional betrayal. It was a trait she had witnessed in him—a tendency to prioritize his interests, sometimes at the expense of others. She thought back to the countless times Tristan had charmed his way out of trouble, his mischievous smile belying a clever mind. "How could he betray the king and the princess?" she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of disappointment and understanding. In her heart, she believed that the queen's magic, which bound Tristan to her service, was a fitting punishment for his treachery. It was a harsh lesson in loyalty and honor, one that her brother had seemingly failed to learn. Yet, as the story progressed, Emily's disgust grew. The ease with which Tristan succumbed to the queen's enchantment, becoming her knight and, worse, her pleasure boy, was unsettling. She had always known her brother to be a charmer, but this... this was different.

The tale continued, revealing that Tristan's free spirit could not be contained for long. He rallied the queen's warriors, turning them against her, and in a twist of fate, he became their leader. With cunning and guile, he tricked the queen, a common trope in ancient fairy tales. But Tristan's punishment was cruel; he had the queen shackled in red-hot iron, forcing her to grant his every wish. Yet, despite his efforts, he remained trapped in his youthful form, forever horny and without a trace of modesty. He ruled the realm with a youthful vigor, conquering other kingdoms and earning the title 'King-Boy'.

Emily's heart fluttered as she read these words, unsure if she was thinking of the fictional Tristan or her brother. "He always did have a way of getting himself into peculiar situations," she sighed, a mixture of fondness and exasperation in her voice. A tear escaped, rolling down her wrinkled cheek, as she remembered her brother's playful smile and the sound of his laughter.

As Emily's fingers brushed the final page, the ancient binding began to glow, emitting a crimson light that illuminated the room. A figure emerged from its pages —her brother, Tristan! Emily's breath caught in her throat as she beheld a young man, no older than nineteen, with a mischievous glint in his eye, his attire a blend of fantasy and allure. He was dressed in enchanted knight attire, his black leather pants hugging his legs, and a black velvet jerkin showcasing his chest. His blond hair, once neatly styled, now held a slight wave, and his piercing blue eyes had softened with a lustful gleam.

"Tristan?" Emily whispered, her voice trembling. The young man smiled, and it was a smile she knew all too well. "Hello, Emily. It seems you've been reading about my adventures." His voice carried a hint of amusement, and he strode into the room with the confidence of royalty. “I've missed your company." His gaze, once indifferent, now held a mischievous glint, as if he relished the surprise he had caused. Emily's eyes welled up with tears of joy and relief. She offered him the teacup, a gesture of hospitality. "Welcome home, dear brother. I'm afraid the tea isn't very warm." Tristan took the cup and frowned, his brow furrowing in a familiar manner. "Indeed, it's rather lukewarm, isn't it? I've never been one for cold tea." Emily sighed, her gaze drifting to the window. "I've complained about the tea countless times, but the nurses here never seem to listen." Tristan took the cup and walked to the door. "Maid!" he called out as a nurse hurried past the hallway. "This tea is cold!" The nurse, flustered and annoyed, stopped in her tracks. "The tea is hot enough, and I've no time for your games, young man. Mr. Williams in room 203 can't breathe, and I need to attend to him." In a swift motion Tristan poured the tea onto the nurse, startling her. "Hey!" she exclaimed, taken aback by the sudden action. "Cold tea, indeed!" he exclaimed. "If it were hot, you'd be howling in pain. Apologize, maid, for your insolence!" The nurse, to Emily's astonishment, fell to her knees, as if compelled by an unseen force. "I—I'm sorry, sir," she stammered. "Excellent," Tristan purred, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "As a merciful king, I shall grant you a chance to redeem yourself. Bring us hot tea, posthaste, and address me as my King." As the nurse scurried off, Emily's mind raced. "Tristan, what about Mr. Williams?" Playfully raising an eyebrow, Tristan feigned ignorance. ""Emily, he can no longer breathe. I doubt tea is on his mind at the moment." Emily's expression turned from concern to confusion, and then to realization. Tristan's indifference to the plight of others had not faded over the years. She took a deep breath, her emotions warring within her. "But Tristan, he might—" He cut her off, his eyes sparkling with ambition. "Do you think they'd still offer me that scholarship at the military university? I could make those generals bow with a mere glance!"

Emily's emotions battled within her. The joy of having her brother back was tempered by the realization that he hadn't changed. The same playful arrogance that had always charmed her now left her conflicted. "Tristan, you... you haven't changed a bit. But I thought..." "Changed? Why should I? The world bends to my will, and I've ruled the fairy tale realm for decades. Imagine what I could do at that military university! I've conquered countless fairy tale realms, and now, I could rule this world too." Tristan's eyes gleamed with ambition. Emily shook her head, a mixture of fondness and exasperation washing over her. "You always were stubborn, Tristan. But I'm just glad you're here. I've missed you so much." Tristan's expression softened, and for a fleeting moment, a hint of vulnerability flashed in his eyes. "I've missed you too, Emily. But enough of this sentimentality. Let's enjoy this tea and plot my return to the mortal realm. I have a kingdom to rule and a world to conquer!" As they awaited the nurse's return, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and unease. The brother she knew and loved was back, but he was also a king from a fairy tale, with all the complexities and contradictions that entailed. He spoke of conquests and power, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was the hero or the villain of his own story.

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re-upload ;;

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tooth fairy keeps getting put as a passenger cuz they know she'll run over someone again

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2024 art summary

My finished works are many and my wips folder is fat, can't wait to share many more things with you all!