After the Faire

The Mid-summer Faire where you met Alice and Betty was so amazing.

You probably should have stayed with your Pack, but that night, it felt so good to shapeshift, and not scare them.

You and the Pack were hiking together to attend the Faire, but the night before you got there, the moon was full. The Pack Leadership had all of you stop, strip, and agree to meet up at the Faire grounds. You rolled up your clothes and put them in your rucksack.  As the moon rose, through the trees, your skin felt tight, and itched as it stretched. You closed your eyes and heard the cracking of your bones as you changed.

The pain is always excruciating but fades quickly. 

When you opened your eyes again, the dark forest was brightly lit by the moon.

As a wolf, your vision is so different.  The colors drain away but everything is sharper.  Your pulse is pounding as you howl loudly with the other members of the Pack.

The air is filled the echoing calls and then the sound of running paws as members run in various directions.

You want to run but you first take the strap of your backpack in your mouth and then start running.  You taste the dried sweat on the strap. Your front legs stretch out and move so quickly as you go through the forest.  The full moon has your heart pounding and your pulse racing.

Soon you stopped and dropped the bag from your mouth. 

You were hungry and hunted something. You try not to think about what you killed and ate while you were in full wolf form.

In the morning, you woke up naked, with both a carcass and your backpack near you.

You quickly washed using your water bottle, then dressed and got your bearings.

Soon you found a road. That was when you met up with Alice and the some college guy, whose name you can’t remember. You had fun just dancing, drinking, and breathing in the smoke from the bonfires.

At some point during the dancing, the three of you got naked. Then you and Alice took turns having sex with him.  You got so aroused that you lost control and shifted to your half-human/half-wolf form.  The sex while in that form was different and amazing.  You also had sex with Alice, licking and tasting her.  That was the point when she shifted too. Her pale skin turned to a dark red. Her blonde hair turned white and grew down the length of her back. Two small horns poked out through her hair. And her tongue…. It seemed to grow and lengthen as she licked you and sucked your clit.

At some point, Betty joined. She looked like she was sucking his nipples, but she made a small cut on the man’s chest and drank.  Then she had sex with him and each of you.

In the morning, she properly introduced herself and offered to drive you wherever you wanted to go.  She wasn’t too familiar with these forest roads but would enjoy having company exploring them.  You noticed that some of your Pack members had already gone, while others were still exhausted from the night. Your Pack leaders looked at Betty and Alice, when you mentioned that you wanted to travel with them instead of with the Pack.
“You are still a pup, but I think your new companions might help give you a new way of looking at the world. If you run into to trouble, call, and we will be there.” The older male said and kissed you on your forehead.

Putting your backpack in the rear of Betty’s car, Alice is already sitting in the front passenger seat. 

“Don’t you have any bags?” you ask.

“Nope.  I don’t believe in baggage. If I need something, It comes to me, and when I’m done, it just goes away.” she responds in a bored tone.

Betty tries her phone.  “I’m not getting a signal out here. Does either of you know where to go?”

“My friends and I came down from the north. There were a few small towns and villages.” you notice her finely manicured fingers, “but if you want a bigger city, I think if we take the road south towards the highway, we might have more options.”

She looks at you with those deep brown eyes, “Where can we find something fun and tasty?”  Her lips aren’t moving but the voice is clear and direct in your head.

“Hey, That’s not fair.” Alice responds while pouting.  “Speak aloud or don’t speak at all.”

You shake your head for a second. “What was that?” You ask. Betty smiles at you sweetly. “I think south is a good idea for now.  We can change our minds once we are out of here.”

Her backseat is cool and comfortable in the morning air, as she drives down the unimproved road.  There is a small gas station, and the car of the college guy pulled up to one of the pumps.  Betty pulls up to one.  “Can you top off the car? I need to go inside for a moment.”  “No problem.” you say, “Do you want Hi-octane?”  She nods, “Yes Please.”

As you top off the fuel, you glance look inside the store.  Betty pays with her card and kisses the college guy from yesterday on the cheek.  He seems dazed and confused.

“All right ladies, if we are ready, let’s go.” she says as you put away the nozzle and hop back into the backseat.  “You ladies were right; he was a nice guy.” she says as she pulls back onto the road.

The weather is nice and the music on the radio is light and fun. A perfect early summer day, as you get onto the highway.  There isn’t much traffic, and you try to relax and enjoy the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair. It is almost like when you are shifted and running full speed.

“Really? Running in wolf form is like being on the highway with the top down?” Betty asks. But you know that with the wind blowing in your ears, there is no way you could hear her unless she was yelling.

“If you are going to mind speak.  Will you make sure you include me?” you hear Alice say in a similar tone. “Of course, I wasn’t planning on talking at all, but Lucy’s thoughts are so clear and loud.”  You lean forward, between their seats.  “Are you really talking to me?” you ask very loudly.  “There is no need to yell. If you aren’t comfortable with telepathy, just say so and I’ll block you out for now.” Betty’s voice says clearly in your head.  “Wolves are too dull for mind speech.” Alice thinks loudly and rudely.  “Now, now, little Alice.  For someone as old as you, shouldn’t you have better manners?”  The voices in your head remind you of a parent scolding an angry kid.  “I didn’t call you a leech, so don’t mention my age.”

“This is crazy.  Ok, you are a werewolf, but telepathy isn’t real. Is it?” you think.

“You are right. At the next rest stop, we can take a break. I will answer any questions you have.” Betty responds.  “You are just hungry for a fat greasy trucker.” Alice thinks, as she turns to you and smiles devilishly. Her eyes have changed to red again, before they shift to blue.

After a while she pulls into a large truck stop.  There are gas stations, restaurants, and a small convenience store.

“Are you hungry.” Betty asks aloud. Her voice is a little higher pitched than the one you heard in your head. You nod. “I could go for something.”

Alice stands up and stretches. Her small nipples are almost visible though her light t-shirt. “I bet you would like something long and beefy, or are you in the mood for a little breast?” She asks playfully.

You think about how her nipples felt in your mouth for a second, and exhale.

“I think a chicken sandwich will be good enough.” you respond.

“See, I told you she wanted some more breast.” Alice says sounding like a teen.

You go to the ladies’ room, clean up, and then find Betty and Alice sitting at a table.

There is a tray with a roasted chicken sandwich. “I didn’t know if you wanted something on the side, so I just got you a sandwich.” Betty says as she has a cold cut sandwich with chips in front of her.  “Thanks. How much was it?” you ask reaching into your wallet.  “No, honey. My treat. I like having someone with me when I travel.” she says.

“What happened to Al.” Alice asks.

 She sips her drink and sighs.  “If you must know, I left him back in his loft. I was feeling restless and wanted to experience more.”

You take a bite of your sandwich.  It is hot and freshly grilled, but without sauces or vegetables. “Mmmmm this is good.”

Alice places her hand on your thigh.  “Do you want something better?” she asks in a low tone. You swallow. “Maybe later. Betty. You are a vampire. Right?” you ask quietly.  She smiles broadly.  “Of course. I thought you knew that.”

“So why are you quietly eating a sandwich and not drinking…”

“Because, my sweet lady, we only drink when we need.  We can eat like most others, but mostly meat or fish.”

“She likes fish. Especially Fish Tacos.” Alice chimes in.

Betty shakes her head.  “You know, for a demon, you have the humor of a tween.”

“I know you are, but what am I.” she sings like a bad PeeWee Herman impression.

“Wait. What? Alice is a demon?” you ask. “Like horns, forked tongue, and pitchfork?”

“I don’t carry a pitchfork. and as for my tongue, you didn’t complain last night.”

She says as sticks out her tongue. It grows longer and thicker, with a forked tip which flicks up and down rapidly.

“Alice, put it away. You don’t want to frighten any ordinaries who might notice.” Betty says like a parent softly scolding a bad kid.  “To answer your question Lucy, yes, Alice is a demon.  That is why she smells of sulfur and morphs into whatever she wants.  Right now, she, apparently, wants to look like a skinny, blonde 20-something. Tomorrow she might want to look like 2-meter-tall guy with….” “With an uncut cock down to my knees.” She finishes with a broad smile.

“This is all just too confusing.” you say.

“What is confusing? I am a vampire who was bored living where she was and wanted to see a bit of the country. She is a demon who freed herself from Hell and is having fun.  And you are a member of a Pack, who wants to learn more about the wider world.”

“I already know about the wider world.” you respond defensively.  “I wasn’t always a wolf.  My friends and I were out hiking when a wolf pack attacked us.” you explain.  As you do, you remember the first time you felt a half wolf/half human form cock as they fucked you viciously multiple times and in various openings.

“Oh my.” Betty says aloud. Seeing your thoughts clearly in her mind.

“More than one at once. He he he. No wonder you had so much fun at the Faire.” Alice says in a seductive tone.

“After the attack, I realized later that they had made me one and went looking for them. My friends didn’t change and didn’t understand me anymore. I quit my job and joined the Pack.” you say missing your friends and your old life. 

Betty reaches out and places her hand on yours. “Al explained it to me that not everyone could transform.  It has something to do with genetics. Those who can’t be part of this life will never truly understand it.”

“Yea, the leaders of my Pack told me something similar.” you respond.

In your mind you see flashes of Betty in a night club with friends, and a tall man. Then the man visiting her in her bedroom, and finally images of a hospital room and then a luxury loft.

“And now that we know everyone’s story, we can hold hands and sing ‘Kumbaya’.” Alice says holding both your and Betty’s hands. “Kum…ba…ya….my…Lord.  Kum…ba…ya.”

You pull your hand free. “Please stop. So, what is the deal with telepathy?” you ask quietly.

“Mind speaking.” Alice says in a childish tone.

Betty takes another sip, then sets down her cup.

“Those who are like me, can receive and send thoughts to others. We use it while hunting and eating. It is one of our abilities.  It is stronger at night, but even during the day I can pick up and send strong thoughts.”

“Leeches are weak-er in sun-light.” Alice says in a sing song again.

“So why could I hear you in the car?’ you ask.

“That was because you were thinking so loud about ‘how good the wind felt in your hair.’ That I immediately heard it and responded.  My mentor, Al, had warned me about extremely loud thoughts and how they broadcast to everyone around them.” She sipped from her cup again.  “Once I heard you, I just answered you in the same tone.  That is why you ‘heard’ me. Because I sent my thoughts to you.”

“What about her?” you ask pointing to Alice who is playing with the salt and pepper shakers. “Apparently demons have the same ability. But her thoughts are…"  “My thoughts are what? Like a porno at full volume?” She says wickedly.

“No. More like an animal orgy. With some of the animals doing things that they don’t do in real life.”  Betty answers almost disgustedly.

“Oh, they do those things where I come from. Do you want to see?”  Your mind is flooded with tentacles, hands, paws, claws, penises, and vaginas all moving back and forth against each other and calling for you to join them.

All of a sudden, a solid brick wall is in your mind. But you can hear moaning, grunting, and scratching on the other side.

“That will be enough of that.” Betty says in a sharp tone.

“Okay, but I just wanted little Wolfie to play with my thoughts too.”

You all sit silently for a moment.

Taking a sip from your drink. “Ok, Betty, were do we go from here?”

“I have already learned that if I travel alone, I attract attention. But if I have a couple of friends, then we can look out for each other and not cause a stir.”

“Unless we want to.” Alice says with a wicked grin.

“That’s it? Just traveling buddies? You aren’t looking to feed on us or anything?”

“No, my sweet Lucy. I won’t feed on either of you. I am not sure what lycanthrope would do to the vampiric virus. And as for Alice, she runs too hot and fierce, and really isn’t human. “

“I’m hot and fierce. I’m hot and fierce.” Alice sings.

 You finish your sandwich. “One last thing. What about sex? Last night we all…” “Fucked each other like bitches in heat.” Alice finishes.

Betty sighs again. “Lucy. As we travel. If you have needs and desires, we can assist each other. I enjoy giving and receiving pleasure from both men and women. But it isn’t something I have to have all the time.”
“I need it all the time. Do you want to see?” Alice says as she stands up.

“If you are done eating, I think we should get back on the road.” Betty says also standing up. You finish your drink. “What about sunlight, silver, and crosses?”  “I will explain it all as I drive.” Betty says as she finishes her drink too.

“Shotgun!” Alice screams as she runs to the car and hops up front.

 “I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship.” Betty says, doing a bad Humphry Bogart.

You nod.

That was over a month ago.

Since then, you have helped each other get what you need.  They both taught you how to control your thoughts, so you aren’t broadcasting to sensitives. When your pulse raced, and you wanted to shift. They gave you a place to return to in the morning. Alice also shifted to a form that was able to more readily have sex with you when you were in half wolf/half human form.  Sometimes she used her tongue to lick your pussy or grew a hard cock to fuck you from behind. And other times you used your long sensitive wolf tongue, licking her deeper than you can as a human.  And her taste is so powerful. Betty has you also lick her when you are in that form. Her soft cunt tastes so good and your rub your nose around her clit, helping her cum.

Betty came up with a plan to feed and also reduce the population of predators out there.  She called it “trolling for predators”. 

She would have either Alice, or you look like you were alone and helpless. 

When you were approached by a person, Betty would read their thoughts and intentions.  If they were good and straightforward, you all let them go.

But if they wanted to hurt or take advantage of you, then she would have you take them to a quiet place so she could feed on them. 

Most of the time it would be a guy, who was too helpful and friendly, and wanting something in return for that "friendliness".  Betty would drink from them, put a false memory of what happened and then release them. 

If it was someone who was bad, truly vicious. Then after Betty finished Alice would have fun.  Alice would go from looking like a skinny runaway or a little blonde tween, to full beast mode.  Watching her shift to demon form and have her cunt devour a man’s hard cock was frightening but also a turn on.  Especially when Betty would share with you the mental images of brutal sex the man had in mind. Alice's "justice" seemed more than fair.  

One night Alice looked like a tween boy, lost and needing protection. The man who went after "him" was found the next morning, half-naked, screaming and begging to be arrested by the police.  Claiming that a “‘Devil with three penises’ wanted to hurt him and steal his soul.”

All of you quickly left that town and moved on to the next.

You have to admit, you have learned more about yourself than you thought you would on this little road trip.  But you wouldn’t change it for the world.  You can’t wait until you see members of your Pack and tell them what you learned. But that probably won’t be until sometime around Halloween, if you have your way.

Mid-Summer Festival

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.