Elegy for a Star

After passing down through a couple floors—Or was it up? What a fucking pain—There was a purple orb floating in the center of the room. Wydwen instructed each to touch it to enter into their first trial. After doing so, the world around Mairaela smeared into a mix of colors, which reassembled into a completely different picture. She was in a different room afterwards.

She looked around, finding herself in a forest. It was nighttime, two of the moons high above, with one of them—Kremera, as far as Mairaela could tell—was extremely close to Auwra. Her bow was gone. In fact, all of her equipment was gone. Well, except the butt plug tail. In fact, she didn’t have any clothing. Only that gods damned tail. It was so filling. It stretched her just enough to be so, so pleasurable, but Mairaela didn’t want to admit that. How embarrassing. They didn’t do that sort of thing in the Courts.

She wondered what kind of trial it could be. How would she know what she had to do here? Streak through the woods?

“Sunchild,” Miren’s voice came from behind her and Mairaela spun around. Miren was naked as well. She was certainly the slimmest of the group, but not without her own curves around her hips and a sizeable chest. It wasn’t competition for Mairaela’s, though. Damn if Mairaela didn’t appreciate Miren’s body, though.

What she appreciated more, or was curious about more, was the heavy dick between Miren’s legs. It hung down beyond mid-thigh. It must’ve been a foot long and almost as thick as Mairaela’s forearm. Her eyes were wide and Miren sighed in exasperation, “Yeah, laugh it up.”

“I’m not laughing,” Mairaela replied, “I mean… should I be? You should be proud.”

“It’s not mine.”

“What do you mean?” Mairaela replied, “It’s there. It’s on you.”

“I don’t usually have this. I was given it for the trial. So let’s just get this over with, okay?”

Mairaela held up her hands to the side, “I don’t even know what we need to do.”

“You weren’t told?” Miren asked, raising a brow.

“No,” Mairaela grunts, “You were?”

Miren nodded her head, frowning a little, “Shit. You aren’t even going to believe me. We’re fucked.”

“Who told you?”

“Some voice. I don’t know,” Miren shrugged.

Mairaela sighed and asked, “What’s the task?” She shook her head, “I assume it’s something to do with that,” She gestured toward Miren’s new appendage, just hanging for all to see. “‘Personalized tasks’ was right. Giving me the ultimate thing I would hate,” She thought. She noticed a couple of twitches from the Winter Fey’s cock. Was Miren getting turned on?

“Alright, well, you need to suck me off until you cum from it,” Miren replied, pushing a hand through her hair and shaking out a few tangles, “I’m not exactly wishing to engage with you, either, for what it’s worth.”

Mairaela raised an eyebrow, “What the fuck?”

“Indeed,” Miren replied, hefting her length up with one hand and giving it a slow stroke. It looked weighty.

The Summer Fey looked around and said, “There’s got to be another way. This is some humiliating thing that it’s trying to get us to do, but the real task is something else.”

“Yeah,” The Winter Fey replied, “I don’t think so.”

“You’re fucking with me,” Mairaela replied, “The task is something else and you’re just going to embarrass the fuck out of me before you tell me!”

Miren sighed, “I knew this would happen. I hope you get comfortable here. We’re going to be here a while. Or at least until the others close the pocket.”

“I need assurance somehow,” Mairaela replied, stammering for something to calm her, to convince her.

The Winter Fey threw her arms out, “Should I promise or something?”

“A promise isn’t enough,” Mairaela spat back, “Just-... I need you to-... Fuck, I don’t know!”

The two of them thought for some time, standing around in a bit of silence.

“What if I tell you an embarrassing secret of mine, so that we’re even?” Miren suggested.

Mairaela perked up. She was great at telling if someone was lying, and what she got from her advancement was cat-like senses. She could hear, see, smell so much better than she could before. She could hear a racing heartbeat or faster breathing, see a twitch or change in her pupils, smell the beginnings of sweat on Miren’s brow. If the Winter Fey tried to lie while Mairaela was looking right at her, there was no way she could get away with it!

“Don’t you dare lie,” Mairaela insisted, “I’ll be able to tell.”

Miren nodded her head, “I want to survive as much as you do, if not more. I won’t lie.”

“Alright,” Mairaela said, “Tell me.” The Summer Fey stepped close to her Wintery counterpart, looking her close in the eye.

Miren nodded, “Back in the Winter Court, I was put on special assignment. Normally this is your typical mission. I won’t go into details, as that isn’t the embarrassing part of the story. But this assignment was different. This assignment came from the Immortal.”

Mairaela’s lips parted. The Immortal was the Winter Fey’s leader. He was a mystery to the Summer Fey. No one even knew what his face looked like, but the Frosters believed him to truly be immortal. Unkillable. Unstoppable. He was a nightmare to the Summer Fey. A terror.

Continuing, Miren said, “Long story short, I failed. I failed due to a foolish choice that I made. A terrible double-edged sword, and I chose incorrectly for what my liege wished of me, at the benefit of my own peace.”

Mairaela’s eyes widened a little. She could see the shaking of Miren’s lip, the moisture at the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t crying. It wasn’t an amount that anyone would notice on their own, but Mairaela could spot the small details.

“I returned a failure,” Miren explained, “And for that, I should have been killed, but instead, I suffered a worse fate. I was humiliated.” She heaved a sigh and, letting it out, added, “Right there in the Court itself, I was slapped down to my knees by the Subjugator, a Fey named Veszryn, and beaten in front of all that was present, my family included.

“I was disowned firstly, but that humiliation was not enough. I was suspended in a cage within one of our public buildings and left there for a week. I was given a single waterskin to last me the entire week, but no food. I couldn’t stretch my legs. I had to suffer the ridicule of those below me, the things they would throw at me.

“And if I cried, I would be killed.” Miren sneered, lips twitching.

“As you can see,” Miren hissed, “I did not cry.”

She was telling the truth, Mairaela saw. There was no hint of a lie. Winter Fey were good at lying, but not that good. “Miren,” Mairaela said softly, “I’m so-...”

“Do not say it,” Miren snapped, “Let’s just get out of here.”

“That wasn’t just an embarrassing story, that was dark trauma, Miren,” Mairaela spoke gently, “I was expecting something like you were allergic to something and had a full body rash for a week, or something!”

“That is weakness, not embarrassment,” Miren grunted, “I may have made a mistake, but I am not weak.” The Winter Fey shrugged her shoulders, “I had to come up with something that would be satisfactory to you, enough to do what this task is asking for. I do not want to be trapped here for eternity. Do you?”

“No,” Mairaela replied with a frown, stepping back from the Winter Fey a few paces.

“Alright,” Miren replied, “Then get to work.”