Tales of Neo Studiona

The Twisted Wish

(The tale of Sharama and Flicker

Chapter 7

A wolf in Sheep's clothing caught in a Fairy's Trap

While I was out looking for a way to get in to Riverton, in the city at one of the guard post event were unfolding to help me in my quest. Several rams, one squad of the city guards that guarded one of the rear gates, stood waited in their barracks, waiting to see if their corporal could get them permission to go in to the woods for a picnic and some recreation. Corporal Brandon and Captain Janal, the Captain of the guards for the rear gates, were in the Guards Main Office in a deep debate on the subject of the picnic with Brandon was gaining little ground on the subject. Janal was steadfast in not letting the group go since there had been a few new predators sighting in the last few days. Plus in the time since the young ewe Saraha was killed several years ago there had been and increase in predators sighting as well as a few new attacks. While no one else had been killed since Saraha death, just few really bad injuries, the dramatic increase in danger had prompted the city council to limit the time anybody spent outside, especial the women and children in the city unless it was with an armed guard detail. This decree was for everyone even the well trained guards.

"Oh come on Captain Janal..." Brandon pleaded. "Guards need recreation too you know!"

"A picnic… outside the perimeter walls in this time of danger? Have you gone mad my young lad?" The grizzled old ram captain asked skeptically as he stared at the young ram sitting a crossed from him.

"No I haven't and why not let us go? I mean we let the women go out berry gathering." The young ram shot back at his elder who was rubbing his chin as he thought about it.

"Well guarded... and for a only a short time…" The captain started but Brandon hurried and got up out of his chair before his superior could get going about that. Janal got up when his suburbanite got up and moved closer to the door of the little office were Brandon was now pacing back and forth.

"It's not like were defenseless sir, we'll be carrying our weapons. Who in their right mind would attack armed men?" Brandon add hope it would win the argument.

"Its still..." The captain growled at the last question from the young ram knowing full well what a hungry wolf or dragon would do in the face of a prized meal be it well armed or not if they were hungry enough. Janal was going to yell but let his anger fade since it was only natural for the boy to be so sure and confident of his fighting skills, the strength of his squad, and the how strong a bond they had. After Janal remembered that he had been just as sure and confident of the strength of his squad and the how strong a bond they had just like Brandon when he was that age. "Oh hell, how many of you will be going?"

"Twenty counting me, that...that's plenty to fight off..." The young ram said but was cut off by Captain Janal when he raised his hoof.

"Yes, yes of course but I want you too take John with you as well." Janal said since his objections had been worn down at last by the younger male's persistent arguments. Janal would let them all go but not without someone to supervise that he knew to be trustworthy to the fullest. Brandon was about to say no to taking John with them but was cut off before he could say anything on the matter.

"I know what you're going to say about John but the boy works hard, a little too hard and he needs to loosen up. This picnic of your will be the best thing for him. He hasn't been the same since we found Saraha body six years ago plus I want him to go along so you slackers come back on time. You and your group have two hours no more now less." Captain Janal said with stern voice.

The young ram was going to protest but Janal stopped him again and give the young ram a take it or leave it look. The corporal thought about if for a few seconds then fold like a house of cards and agreed to take John along. "Very well you may go. Spend your day in the forest. Just be vigilantly danger lurks behind every..."

"Yes of course sir we will indeed." Brandon called over his shoulder as he trotted out the door.

Janal shook his head ruefully. "Perhaps I'm getting soft in my old age. I know I'm getting too old for this job but ... I feel the winds of Fate are blowing an ill wind toward those boys. No it can't be like that time 30 years ago…" He muttered softly under his breath as he rubbed the scar on his right arm before he went back to his desk and started his reports for the month. He looked up and watched from the window as the younger ram bound down the stairs and into the court yard. Still the past actions of those foolish lust filled rams in his old squad when he was Brandon's age haunt Janal. As well as what happen to that young vixen before he got to the clearing in the forest that night. Janal hoped that Fate would not let the sins of the past come to haunt a new generation.

Brandon raced across the yard hurriedly leaped through the open barracks door. "Hey...hey I got good news and bad news but the good makes for the bad. The good news we get to get out of here for a bit to go on our picnic!"

"You can't seriously expect us to believe the old goat said yes!"

"Oh but he did...he did but there are some conditions to it though, we only have two hours of leave and we have to take John with us. That was the only way he let us go." Brandon told the others as he point over his shoulder at the half ram/half fox outside in the court yard working on his sword play.

"Un-fucking believable! And we have to take John too!" Another young ram exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah I know he's been a real downer since that day six years ago but the man was in love for Gods sake, so let it go." Brandon said as he went to bunk and pulled a small box out that had a bottle of wine in it. "I mean if it had been my ewe I'd be that messed up too, who wouldn't be? Would any of you guys be okay after that?" Brandon asked as he turned back to the others. He asked that knowing full well it would shut them up and it wasn't like they had choice in the matter of taking John along. All of the other Rams shock their heads no or just looked down signally that no they would be just as out of sorts with everything or worse then what John was over the whole thing about Saraha's death.

"Come on, come on now let's go before the captain changes his mind!" Brandon said to the other after a few moments before urged them briskly out the door. The group gathering everything they had planned to take quickly and rush to the rear gates while Brandon went talked to John. It took a bit of convincing but he got John to come along.

The group hiked to a small glade not far from the river, but far enough from the city walls to be well out of sight. From early spring to the beginning of the fall season all the females would pick berries long there or along the river banks as well as hunt for roots and herbs. It was at this point I spotted the group and change my plan of just going in to the city to targeting two members of the group of rams out for what seemed like a picnic.

"Damn I wished we had a few females with us." Brandon said as he and Murrin, a young third year guard, sat in the soft grass next to the path while they waited for the others to caught up. Brandon and Murrin had going a head of the others to make sure the spot for the picnic was safe and now the two rams sat together talking.

"Ha ha ha… oh yeah right! Like they're let us do anything with them anyway! You know the rule with all females' right?" Murrin said jokingly.

"Some are willing and what rule is that my friend? I never heard of any rules with females besides the general ones." Brandon shot back with a smile.

"Oh yah sure you have. The rule is that females want older males who are rich or well off males that have plenty of wealth to see to their needs. No female, especial a ewe, in her right mind wants a young rams like us that can't buy them anything." Murrin said with a little chuckle.

"Oh is that so? How about seeing to my needs?" Brandon asked then grinned as he was rubbing his sheath slowly.

"Don't I always?" Murrin replied with a half smile as he eyed Brandon's sheath hungrily.

Most of the guard didn't wear pants in the spring thru the fall but wore pants in the cold winter months. The warm weather wasn't the only reason that that most of the guards didn't wear pants. It made it much easier to go the bathroom and it was much easier to get to ones sheath or someone else sheath for that matter. The fact the two male rams were speaking so openly about seeing to each others intimate needs was normal since Brandon and Murrin rarely could afford to visit any of the brothels in town. They often took care of each other needs like most of the guys in their squad, all expect for John who six years ago had a fiancé.

"Yes you do my sweet little ewe." Brandon answered suggestively as a lust full grin came over his face.

"Hey!" The young solider protested blushing hard at the fact he was just called a ewe by his commanding officer and part time lover.

"Just teasing you, Murrin." Brandon assured lick his lip's provocatively. Murrin seen the lustful licking of his lover's lips and quickly pounced on the sitting corporal pinning him to the ground.

"We'll see who the ewe is when I stick this in you!" Murrin grunted thrusting teasingly with his semi hard erection. Glancing down at the dribbling red tip slipping from Murrin's sheath Brandon lowered his head to lap at it tantalizingly.

543 ggThe other young rams saw this as they walked past their squad mate and commanding officer know that those two where in the mist of foreplay. The rest of the squad paid them little or no attention at all as they went about setting up the picnic. John just scoffed at Brandon and Murrin behavior before moving on to help the others. He was the only one that wasn't in the love thy brother ram club like the rest of his squad. He found that that type of behavior was unbecoming of a solider. John's love and body had been for only one person, Saraha and since her death he had not even looked at another female or sought out the comfort of a female's touch or anyone's touch for that matter.

It wasn't long before everything was ready then came the feasting. the large meal for the picnic was made up of breads, cheeses, fruit, vegetables, and a bit of meat for John since was a half fox after all. It was all wash down with as much cheap wine as they could afford on their guard salaries, with John favoring water over the wine. After the meal the band of rams began to slip off in pairs two's and three's into the quite shade of the forest for a bit of intimate relaxation. John found a nice tree to sit under as he listened to the river. Since the group had left the city John had been feeling uneasy as if something was wrong. Now that the others were off to have there fun he still had a feeling that something was out of place in the forest today. The hunting and danger sense skills his fox mother, Terra, had taught him left John feeling that something was out of place. He folded his legs under himself and began to meditate to clear his mind as he tried to figure out what had him on edge today.

The whole time the rams ate I watched them from a distance waiting to see what was going to happen. As it stood I had no chance against a group that large but if there were two that would break away way from the others I had a better chance of seducing them then eating them. I waited in the shadows of the woods for what seemed like an eternity but after eating their picnic lunch the rams began to pair off and move off in to the woods. I spotted Brandon and Murrin walking off together and I smiled at that. Since they had been the two rams I seen up close earlier when they were checking out the picnic site I figure they would have to be the two best targets. After all I had checked then out completely and felt I could take them both down with too much trouble. My great plan was to let them tire themselves out fucking my tight little ewe cunt then I could take the both of them without any problems. I followed them making sure to keep well out of sight until I seen that they were in a secluded area. Following those to rams to the secluded meadow was my first mistake of many that day.

Moving off down the trail towards the river, Brandon and Murrin whispered softly to each other as they shared a long necked bottle of sweet dark wine. The two paused in the dark overhang of a huge willow tree in the hidden meadow. They soon sat on a soft cool moss bed in the shade of the willow tree with one of the many wide veins of the river lapping at its edge. The two sprawl out leaning back on a half buried log as both of them took off there swords and cast them off to one side as they finished drinking the wine in long shared swallows until at last only one swallow remained.

"You take it." Brandon offered.

"No you paid for the bottle." Murrin protested weakly.

"Hmmm well we shared the bottle. Why not the last swallow?" Turning the bottle up Brandon filled his mouth, then leaning over pressed his lips to his friends. Startled by the older guard the young ram froze for a moment eyes open wide. Slowly however he began to melt under this passionate osculation, his lips tediously parting allowing first the warm wine to enter his mouth and then to the hot tongue that eagerly followed it. Tentatively Brandon rolled shifting his weight until his heavy body was over Murrin's as he undid the snaps of the silver breast plate to remove it from his friend.

The older ram found his friends legs and gently pressing them apart with his knee before slipping in between them as he pulled the breast plate free then set to work on getting Murrin's sash and shirt off. Murrin could feel the heat of Brandon's sheath and dangling balls pressing down on his own as their lips parted and he found himself starring up into Brandon's dark eyes. "Will you..." Brandon began breathlessly then his mouth pressed against Murrin's again before pulling back only a friction of an inch as he snorted lustfully as Murrin held Brandon out of breast plate, shirt, and sash before going backing to their heated embrace again.

"Will you roll over for me?" Brandon asked softly looking up into his friends burning eyes spellbound Murrin moaned eagerly. "I...I'll do whatever you wish..."

"Awwwww how sweet. Will you do as I wish too?" My soft menacing but sweet voice lustfully growled from the shadows. I had been waiting in the shadows watching the two lovers growing excited by the both of them as they wrestled lovingly. Looking at the two rams I thought I had made the right choice in picking them since they looked like a good pair of horny males that my new female powers would work on. The two rams glanced up startled at my presence as I stepped from the forest shadows. Brandon bellowed a warring to me in as he reached for his sword. I was ready if the ram was going for his sword as I drew closer with my new hoof on my dagger. I gazed amusingly at the ram as his hoof reaching for something that was not there so I took my hoof off the dagger and walked a bit closer.

"Lost your weapon?" I asked softly as I walked up to Brandon and stood in front of him looking down in to his soft and surprised black eyes. He quickly got to his hooves and started back at me in surprise.

"I..." Brandon began stunned to see a ewe as well dressed as I was alone in the woods. I reaching out quickly engulfed his long glistening pink member in my slender hoof. This was to keep him off guard a bit longer until I got a good read on how my new body looked to him and his friend.

"Guess this don't count as a weapon." I teased, sliding the hoof up and down its hot wet length at a leisurely pace. "Very hard... sharp too." I said in broken Neo Studionian as Brandon's hip's thrust into my tight grip involuntarily. "You want to use little weapon awful bad?" I asked while I smirked happily. This was going well enough and I had a good handle on the situation plus my new form had the two rams complete fooled. Brandon grinned and humped my hoof lustfully which was good because once he and his friend had tired themselves out using my body and I would have them both. "Don't stop. Me want little weapon!" I snickered.

"Looks like someone wants it, as much as you want give it!" Murrin guffawed to Brandon as he stood up and eyed me lustfully. Brandon just nodded then the two of them sharing leering glances which I mistook as the spell of my feminine form working on them. How wrong I would soon find out that assumption was.

"I think SHE wants it too." Brandon purred.

"Oh do you..?" I asked smiling maliciously still unaware of the growing danger of being beaten and raped I was in. The spell woven into the clothes I was wearing was fast at work and I was slipping to the mindset of a naive native female and my body was begin to react in that way as well but I was still clueless to this all.

"Yes!" Brandon answered thrusting his hip's forward aggressively, humping my hoof eagerly. This was it, my change to get the two stupid horny rams to waste all their energy on pleasurable endeavors so that later I wouldn't have any trouble killing them and taking the back to my old den since my meal had come out of the city to me. I, a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing, leaned forward until my mouth pressed against the ram's ear then whispered to him huskily. "Your right, I've been looking for a few strong males to fill my belly." I said then licked his ear softly adding more bait then was necessary to my trap. My hot breathe into his ear sending a powerful shiver down Brandon's spine!

The thought of mounting me, a strange new ewe, of making me squeal as he rode me, making me his own little ewe was making Brandon want me even more. My long slick tongue snaked out and licked his twitching ear tantalizingly again. "So are you going to give this little weapon to me? Can I have it?" I whispered provocatively, inducing a second quiver passion of from the ram. All the while I was unaware that Flicker was still nearby watching, waiting and laughing at me because the trap I had set for the rams was the trap she had set for me before she tricked me into making my silly wish.

"Oh yes!" Brandon whispered back, his voice low and breathless with lust. Pressing his big furry male body against mine, Brandon let his hooves slowly roam over me. I shook my sleek new head gently as strange feelings flooded my brain. The spell had finished and I was now a female and I didn't even know it. Suddenly I was becoming aware of a tingling within my loins, and warm wetness dribbling down my inner thighs. It was the same intense feeling like when I had touched myself when I was in the bushes just after my transformation. My malicious smile suddenly vanished as I felt the ram's questing fingers slip up my leg under my skirt and into my damp quivering sex. Glancing down sharply I watched as the ram's finger disappeared under my skirt to slide within me and I moaned at the feeling of his index and fore fingers spreading me wide for the first time.

"Oho… Oh Gods, yes that feels good!" I cried in a thrill of pleasure rushed through my body. Brandon's fingers slipped deeper and deeper in to me and as they went in I found myself wanting them to go farther and farther to keep this tingling electric shock running thru my body. I now know the pleasure a female feels when she is teased, when she is played with. This feeling was amazing and scary at the same time as it spread though out my body and the tingling take root in my breasts. Soon Murrin stood near us and joined his fellow ram in stroking and fondling my new body which made me want to have them to fill me full of their hard cocks even more.

Murrin notice the dagger hanging at my side and pulled it off me. He tossed next to the empty bottle of wine he and Brandon had shared earlier. After the danger was going he started on the buttons on my blouse and after few seconds of trying to undo the buttons and failing miserably he just ripped the blouse off of me. He tossed the torn garment a side then he went to work on my belt and skirt which like my blouse was torn off of me and discarded. I give little protest since Brandon's finger had all my senses locked on the pleasure they were giving me.

Moments after my clothes was torn away Brandon lifted my left leg making me lean heavily on him to keep from falling all the while he still had his finger at work in my sex. As I lean over on him his fingers slide deeper making me want him to keep holding me like he was. He pulled my boot off then he tossed it aside just like the rest of my things seconds later he let go of my left leg and repeated process with my right leg to send my other boot to rest on the ground next to the torn clothing along with the left one, but to do so he had to switch hooves to keep fingering my wet slit.

I was completely naked in front of the two rams now and under the spell of my hormones without a way of becoming a male to escape them. That thought was what scared me the most and made me call out to Flicker to change me back. I don't care if I didn't get a meal that day. I just cared about being male again for the feelings of a female were to powerful to control and I was falling to under the control of my new female hormones and instincts.

"Flicker! Come here now you little winged pest!" I snarled as the breeding urge burned even greater within my new loins. The two rams thought I was speaking in my native language as I called to the fairy and paid my yells for help little mind. A tiny sparkle giggled from within the surrounding forest and slowly moving closer as it laughed happily. I shivered in terror and lust as I struggled to understand what was happening to my body. Flicker told me that I would be able to control myself even if I was mated by the rams but right at that moment I wasn't able to control the feelings of lust and need my body craved. If it kept up I was going to get raped and left here in the woods a whimpering mass of cum filled ewe. As I waited for the lying little fairy to come and save me the fire within my depths grew steadily hotter, my need to be mated was growing stronger overriding my reason and soon I stopped calling to Flicker. I didn't know at the time but I had falling into the trap set by the little fairy and she was waiting for my painful ordeal to start before she set the next step of her plan in to motion.

I just moaned at the feeling of the two rams fondling my breasts and fingering my now soaking wet pussy. My clitoris had swollen to its full erect size. My teats were growing hard too and the pain in them was driving me crazy with need. Murrin heard me cry out for my teats to be played with and stared sucking on my teats like a nursing lamb. He was soft at first which was very enjoyable and I was lost in the sensation until he bit down on my left teat as he pulled the right one. I cried out in pain as the teats stretched and swelled to their full and fat three inch length. As I cried for Murrin to stop biting and pinching my teats Brandon slipped another finger in me, thrusting all three of them quickly. All of this brought me close to my first female climax but then the fingers in my very hungry and wet pussy slipped out. I glanced down in frustrated that he had stopped when I was so close cumming. What my eyes fell upon when I looked down would make me gasp in horror and want to run.

To be continued…

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