The Swan and the Stag
A BSSM Fanfiction based on the classic faerie tales Swan Lake and The Swan Princess
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Aniah
AniaHope@aol.com
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I LIKE the BMC. Don't hurt me because Mamoru's the bad guy, please?
Disclaimers: I own nothing but my mind and what lurks therein.
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In a primeval European forest dwelt wizards, witches, enchanted creatures, and unreachable treasures. On the outskirts of this woodland were illusions and traps; no mortal human was to set foot there. This is where our story takes place.
It is twilight, the time when birds land and deer emerge from their hidden keeps. The predators are on alert, and the sound of bullfrogs' calls permeates the cool air. A flock of mute swans spirals down to land on the shores of a marshy lake. The waves are but ripples, and the birds forage for watercress and other delicacies among the reeds. It grows dark, for a moment. Suddenly, the autumnal harvest moon rises above the black treeline, bathing the lake in unnatural light. Taking a breath, all the swans close their almond-shaped eyes, and strange powers envelop them in water.
They emerge as graceful, confident women, each different from the next. Some have hair the color of the lake, some are blonde, others brunette, and one hair of coal. They wear virginal while gowns, belted with gold chain that also crowns their hair in a circlet. The leader, hair done in elegant pigtails, motions her fellows onto the grassy shore, where they dance their appreciation of the moon.
They stop, suddenly. Pounding hoofbeats, a thunder of antlers, and dappled brown coats belong to these beings. They are a herd of deer, strangely composed of a full-racked stag, two inexperienced bucks, and one solitary doe. Pawing and snorting, the stag bellows, and pulls up a cloud of dust.
When the dirt clears, a man of pristine white hair, two boys with red and blue hair, and a young woman of green locks stare back at the maidens. Their fists are clenched, and the white one's violet cape swirls in the breeze.
It's a standoff. The maidens surrounded their queen, posing in fighting stance, with feral grins on their face. They may have more on their side, but the deer have powers that they do not. Holding a slender hand up, the swan princess raises an eyebrow at the stag. With a leap and a bound she has dived into the lake, leaving her friends behind.
A smart move. The Stag's element is on flat ground, not the water. Still, he is quite capable. Removing his cape, he dives in after her, leaving his compatriots to their own play. He strokes out stealthily, but she feels him coming. She swims faster, and reaches the other side of the marsh.
She wrings her gown out, and sits on a rock, primly waiting for the sorcerer. Breathing hard, he stands in front of her. Growling, he pulls her back into the water, and a brief wrestle ensues, as the distant swan-girls and warlocks look on avidly. On a closer examination, it seems that the stag is bussing the swan unrelentlessly, and she is returning the kiss. With a sigh of relief, the bystanders return to their grazing.
The two leaders step out of the water, and move into the forest. The stag brings his willing captive to a dense copse, where they love. After a time, they are content, and fall asleep under the protective canopy of the enchanted forest.
Us mortals would think it odd to find a fully grown stag next to a perfect mute swan, but in the Black Forest it is not an unusual sight. When the sun rises, that is exactly the case. The swans take off, the deer disappear, and another day begins.
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Fluffy, idn't it?
