You are a college guy, and you enjoy things like reading fantasy stories and going to the local Renaissance Faires with your friends. While attending the Spring Faire, you hear about a Mid-Summer celebration that will take place during that weekend. A couple of folks mention the town, a small quaint country town between the forest and the mountains.
During
the summer break, you think you find it on a map.
You
see if any of your friends want to come, but everyone is either out of town or
already has plans, so you go by yourself. Grabbing your Faire bag, you throw it
in the backseat of your car, and head out. Because you have never been there
before, you’ll show up in jeans and a t-shirt, but if Faire garb looks to be
more appropriate, you have your lace up shirt, leggings, vest, belt, and
leather stocking boots.
The morning sun is shining though the trees as you drive down the highway. You plugged the name of the little town into your phone and you follow the directions. As you are driving, you listen to music you loaded just for the trip.
It’s a mixture of traditional songs and some pagan inspired folk and rock & roll. The directions say to take a local road into the forest.
As you
turn onto the road, you lose signal and your
map freezes. You aren’t too worried.
“There
must be some signs for the town or the celebration.” you tell yourself.
You
continue singing along, but you notice that you hadn’t seen any road signs or
markers.
You
have been driving on this smaller road for what seems like hours, when you see
a gas station. “I’ll fill up my tank and
ask for directions.” you think.
After
the tank is topped off, you go inside. Placing your money at the counter, you
ask the clerk “Hi, I think I might be lost. I am looking for ……”.
Before
you can finish your sentence, a thin woman with long blonde hair places her drink
on the counter next to your money. “Hi, there. You have
found someone, is more like it.”
You
look at her and for just a moment you swear that her eyes are red. You blink and look again. They are brown. She
is gorgeous and wearing a t-shirt and jeans that seems to be more form fitting
than they should be.
“I am
going to the Mid-summer celebration. I
think I got turned around. I am looking…”
“I can
lead you there, if you give me a ride.” she says in a friendly, almost sexy
tone.
You
don’t really notice the cashier taking your money and ringing up the sale.
Looking
at her eyes, you try to ignore that her nipples are clearly visible through her
shirt. “Sure. No problem. Let me just pay for….” and as you turn to the
cashier. He smiles and nods at you, pointing to your change and receipt.
You
turn to look for her and she is sipping her drink and standing next to your
car.
“She
moves fast.” you think to yourself.
Opening
the passenger side door, you let her in.
“You
are kind and sweet.” she says kissing you on the cheek.
As you
get in your side, you see her looking in the mirror, checking her makeup, though she doesn't have a purse or bag.
In the
reflection, you think you see small red horns, red eyes, and a forked tongue
licking a pair of black lips. You blink
and shake your head.
Her brown eyes, and pink lips are what you see smiling back. “It must have been a trick of the light.” you think to yourself. “Yes, it must have been.” you think you hear her say.
“What did you say?” you ask. “Just continue down this road, towards the mountains.” she says with a smile. The air is cool and smells fresh as you go deeper on the forest road, so you have the windows rolled down. Some of your Celtic music is playing and she hums along.
“How
often do you attend the faire?” you ask.
She
leans closer to you, “It is a family tradition to attend the celebrations whenever
we are able. Mid-summer is good, but you missed my favorite one. Last month was the fertility celebration. The farmers and ranchers always want good
crops and healthy animals. The late spring fertility festival helps to pray for
those things.” she explains resting a hand on your thigh.
You focus on driving, but still ask. “So, you regularly attend church? I thought those festivals were pagan.” She slowly moves her hand up and down your thigh. “You are such a clever boy. Yes, they were traditionally done by many cultures. As time went on, they were absorbed and modified by the major religions too. I enjoy the feeling of power I get by the end of the services.” “I know what you mean, after a long day at the Ren Faire, I feel tired, but happy.”
You see a woman with a rucksack walking along the side of the road so you slow down. “What are you doing?” the blonde asks. “She looks like she needs a ride.” you respond as you pull over and stop.
The
woman runs up. She is wearing a loose flannel shirt over halter top and denim
shorts, with hiking boots. She comes up to the driver’s side.
“Thanks. I haven’t seen any cars for a while, and I
was getting tired.” she says.
“Where
are you headed?” you ask as you unlock the rear doors.
“I am
going to the mid-summer festival. I am supposed to meet up with other members
of my pack, mmmm I mean my friends. We were hiking together and got separated
last night.” she says as she puts her bag on the seat and slides in next to it.
“That’s
a coincidence, we are headed there too.”
She
extends her hand forward, “I’m Lucy.” You reach for her hand and shake it
telling her your name. “And this is….” nodding to the blonde. “I never asked
your name.”
She smiles. “No, you didn’t. Can you guess my name?” she says with a devilish grin as she shakes Lucy’s hand. Lucy sniffs the air and smiles. “Is that a hint of sulfur I smell?”
“I
noticed it since we left the gas station. I think it must be cheap gas.” you respond.
“Of course, that’s it. And I would guess your name is Alice.” she says as she releases her hand. The blonde smiles back. “Yes, you can call me Alice. That is a perfect name as we are heading to a wonderland that is the festival.” “Names are so important. You wouldn’t want your true name known, would you ‘Alice’? That might give someone power over you.” Lucy says buckling her seatbelt.
You put the car back into drive and continue down the road. “Hey, isn’t that an old superstition? That thing about names?” you ask. “No more a superstition than that the moon can cause some to lose control. Say, Lucy, wasn’t last night a Full Moon? Is that why you lost your friends?” Alice says in almost a catty tone.
“Yes,
Alice, I got separated from my friends last night. Let’s just enjoy the drive and the
music. We don’t need to talk any more
about superstitions involving the moon, names, or even the time of the year.” she says as she leans back in her seat, her light
brown hair blowing in the wind.
The
smell of pine forest is stronger now, even though you see mostly old hardwoods.
The
traditional song “Banish Misfortune” plays.
Alice grits her teeth for a moment, then hits the next song button. “The Devil and the Farmer’s wife” comes up
instead.
“Was there something wrong with “Banish Misfortune”” you ask. Lucy laughs from the back seat. “Oh, she has probably heard it too often and just wanted something more inviting.” Alice quickly turns and glares. “Maybe I should see if he has “Werewolves of London”?”
“I do but I didn’t’ download it for this trip. I have both the Warren Zevon and Jimmy Buffett versions.” you respond unthinkingly. Both ladies laugh. “You really are a nice guy. When we get to the Faire, let’s all have a drink.”
You glance at each of them in the mirror. “Sure. How much farther?” Alice replies “Continue for a few more kilometers and then we will make a left turn. The road will end up at a meadow.”
You feel like the women know each other or that there is something you are missing. But then again, you have never really been a ‘ladies’ man’ so it could all be in your imagination too.
A red
convertible being driven by a brunette passes you. The custom plate says CLMEBTY. “I wonder what that means. “Call me booty”?”
“’Call Me Betty’” Alice says in a tone that is a mix of bored and irritated. “Do you know her?” you ask. “Know of her. I wonder if Al, or any others of their group will be there tonight?” “You never know.” Lucy responds, with closed eyes, leaning her head back.
Turning
down an unimproved road, you see a small hand lettered sign, “Mid-Summer
Festival”.
Continuing
on, as the trees thin out, you see another sign that says ‘Parking’.
Pulling
in, you find a spot, near the car that passed you on the road. There aren’t a lot of vehicles, but more than
you expected for a place that didn’t have lots of signs or ads.
Lucy grabs her pack. “Let me see if I can find my friends. I heard that there will be a “Meadery”. I will see you there, for drinks.” she says kissing you on the cheek. “Yeah, okay.” you say. Pretty girls have said that kind of thing before, even though you want to see more of her, you won’t truly be surprised if you don’t. Alice gets out and takes your hand. “You really are a nice guy. Do you want to be my guide and protector as we walk the faire?”
“Don’t
you have friends to find?” you ask in a mildly suspicious tone. “I mean, look
at you, as much as I want to be with you today, shouldn’t you be on the arm of
some beefy male model.”
She kisses your lips. It has been a while since any woman had done that. There is a spicy taste to her as she puts a hand on your ass and the other on the back of your neck. “You are exactly what I want, and truly what I need. Don’t let your fears and doubts ruin a happy and hopeful day.” You hug her for a moment. Her body feels warm against yours even through both of your t-shirts.
You release each other. “Do you want to change before we go in?” she asks. “Change into what?” you ask. “Your Ren Faire garb, silly. You have been thinking about it while you drove.” she says with a wink.
“I was… um...I did.. I mean. Okay. Where should I change?” You ask a little confused. Stepping close you again, she pulls up your t-shirt. “How about right here? There’s no one watching. I’ll even turn away if you want.” she says in a playful tone. You’ve never had a woman be so direct, let alone one that looks more beautiful every time you look at her.
You
reach into the back seat and pull out your bag.
Quickly you change. You ball up your jeans, and t-shirt, throwing them
in the bag, and put your wallet and keys in a pouch that hangs from your
belt. You always feel better wearing
your ren faire garb.
Locking
up the car, you look for Alice.
She is no longer wearing t-shirt and jeans, but a white lace-up shirt, brown vest and green leggings, with brown boots. Like one of Robin Hood’s Merry Men. Walking up, she takes your hand. “I saw these and thought you would prefer for me to be ‘garbed up’ too.” The outfit looks as sexy on her, if not more so, than the form fitting jeans and t-shirt.
The parking lot is a roped off section, but there is an opening at the far end with another sign reading “Mid-Summer Faire”. Looking around you don’t see a table or a booth for tickets, but you see various small tents and booths with people walking around. You even hear traditional music being played live.
“There must not be an entrance fee. That’s good. More money to spend on crafts, food, and drink.” you tell her. It is a very small gathering compared to other Faires you have been to. “This must just be a local thing.” you think to yourself. Alice’s hand feels warm and comfortable in yours, as you slowly walk from tent to tent.
A larger tent with some plank tables and stools has a sign that reads “Mountain Meadow Meadery”. Entering the shade, you see a large man behind a makeshift bar. He has various bottles on top with crates and cases below. “Goode Day to ye, me Laird and Lady. What can I offer ye on this fine Mid-summer’s day” he says in a fake Ren accent. “Do ye have a preference me sweet Lady Alice?” you ask, drifting into the same type of accent.
She looks at the labels. “Can we have a couple of glasses of your “Wild Night Special”?” she asks pointing to a bottle that has a moon and a wolf on it. He uncorks it and pours two small glasses. “Do ye want a sample first or just to sit and enjoy?”
She takes the small glass, downs it entirely, then smiles wickedly. “That is perfect. A whole bottle, please, my excellent mead master.” He hands you the bottle and your glass. You sip it. It’s a little stronger than some that you previously have had, so you’ll have to pace yourself. Reaching into your pouch, instead of the paper dollars you had, you find handfuls of silver and gold coins. “How much?” you stammer, holding up the coins. “My Laird, a gold and a silver will cover it.” he says as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Alice is sitting at a table and holding up her empty glass. You refill hers and sit down. “That’s strange. I had paper money at the gas station, but now I’ve got metal coins. Gold and silver by the looks of them.” She leans in and kisses you. “Maybe it is the magic of the day? Do you want to question it, or just enjoy?”
Before you can answer, Lucy walks up. still wearing her mundane hiker’s clothes. You don’t know why, but you feel a little surprised and disappointed by that. “There you are. Can I join you for that drink?” she says as she sits down on a stool. “I’ll get you a glass.” you say as you start to get up.
“No need.” Alice says as she moves her hand and another empty glass appears under it. “I grabbed a spare one, while you were paying.” “Yeah, that must be it.” you think to yourself.
You feel a hand on your thigh, slowly moving up and down and getting closer to your crotch. “So, Lucy, were you able to find your Pack?” Alice asks.
She fills her glass and sips it. “Mmmm this is good. Yes, they set up a campground at the edge of the woods. My tent is there, if you need a place to spend the night.” she says to you. “You offered me a ride, it is only fair that I return the favor.” As Alice caresses your thigh you are getting hard. She slowly outlines your hardening dick with her fingers. “Is it only for him, or can I sleep with you too?” Alice says in a pouty spoiled tone. “Let’s see how things go. Maybe you will be too tired after the ceremony and need your sleep?” “Are these women fighting over me?” you think. You sip your mead, but your thoughts are getting hazy. She grips your dick harder and you take a deeper drink.
You
are not sure what happened next.
As the
morning light wakes you, you are lying on the back seat of your car.
You
are naked with just a wool blanket over you.
Your
car is the only one in the field, and all the signs are gone.
“What
happened?” you ask yourself.
On the
front seat you find a note. “Thank you for a magical Mid-summer. Nice guys are
rewarded for their kindness.” and you read three signatures. Lucy, Alice, and
someone named Betty.
You feel a little sore, especially your dick and mouth. There are bruises on your knees too. You pull on your jeans and look around. Your Ren Faire Garb is balled up on the floor of the front seat.
As you pull on your t-shirt, you see a couple of bite marks on your right nipple. Not deep but fresh. You close your eyes trying to remember what happened.
You were drinking mead and walking the faire with Alice and Lucy. As the sun was going down, there was a large circle of people around a bonfire.
You joined in. You vaguely remember dancing and singing. Some sort of chanting, as clothes were stripped off.
Kissing.
There
was some sort of weird howling when the moon came up.
Then
you remember lying on the grass, naked.
Alice was on top of you. Riding you, up and down.
You
remember kissing her, and Lucy.
You
think they kissed each other too. And who was the brunette?
You lick
your lips. You taste pussy and ass.
Leaning
your head back, you close your eyes.
Lucy was riding your face. Her pussy was hairy, her legs were hairy.
Was her whole body hairy?
You
can picture grabbing her hips as she is on all fours and fucking her from
behind.
Cheering
voices yelling “Fuck that bitch wolfy style.”
On the
front seat, is an unopened bottle.
You take a sip. It’s water. Taking a deeper gulp, you remember someone sucking your cock as someone else was sucking your nipples. Not just sucking but biting them too.
Finishing the water bottle, you decide to leave. Your car keys and wallet were still in your belt pouch. Everything looks mundane and normal. Your wallet has only paper bills in it.
Driving
slowly through the forest, you still have a hazy, dream-like feeling.
That lasts until you turn back onto the larger road. Then the sun feels warm. The air feels fresh and clean. Your head loses that fuzzy feeling, but the flashes of memory are disappearing too.
“Maybe
it was a dream. Yeah, I probably just was tired after the long drive and the
mead was stronger than I thought. All the rest I probably just dreamed.” you say.
Up
ahead, you see the gas station.
You
top off the tank for the drive home and get some snacks.
“That’s
probably what happened. Long drive, alcohol, no food in my system, and I
dreamed the rest.” you say to yourself as you put an arm full of road snacks on
the counter.
“Don’t forget these.” you hear a voice say as she puts two large sports drink bottles next to the snacks. Turning you see a brunette. Her face is vaguely familiar like someone you saw in a dream. She pays the cashier with a credit card. “I have this. Think of it as a thank you for last night. Alice and Lucy were right. You are a nice guy.” She kisses your cheek. “This one you will remember. I’m Betty.”
Then
she climbs into a red convertible. You think you see a blonde and light brown-haired
woman in the car too as it drives off.
Taking your snacks and drinks, you get back into your car. “No one would believe if I told them anyway.” you tell yourself as you start singing along with the music all the way home.
