Chapter 0 - Prologue: My Kind of Pickup Line

Page edged a little farther forward, a low branch from his neighborly bush brushing up against him. A few yards away an almost translucent blue woman was shins deep in a brook making faces at a fish wiggling around her feet. From the young man’s choice vantage above the bent over water sprite he could see every sleek curve of the sprite’s generous ass.

Slurping in breath Page tried to jack off quietly while the object of his affections splashed around. Every so often the voyeur’s nymph flashed him her plump pussy lips while she teased the fishes with her slender fingers and unknowingly teased the young man with her ethereal cunny. The horny youth watching felt the homeward stretch tingling up his balls when suddenly the water sprite slipped and hit the water with a splash. Page’s hand froze mid-bate and his eyes grew to the size of oranges.

The nymph was leaning back with her pale blue legs spread, water flowing just short of her tiny purple clit. The clear rather thick tubes that passed for her hair wove down her shoulders and clutched her pulsing round titties like wriggling snakes. But all this was normally what Page snuck out to this near abandoned stream to peep on, what froze him in ecstatic agony was the groaning dirty voice that moaned, apparently to Page:

“Ooohhh, why haven’t you come to me yet my lovely prince?”

That was about as close as you get to an invitation, and Page wasn’t about to pass that up. He burst from the bushes, cock to the wind. Half falling- half rolling the young man crashed into the stream before the sprite even noticed him. Without a pause he shrugged off the fall and made for the surprised nymph, his only focus the purple lipped bull’s-eye between his target’s legs.

Grabbing the sprite’s calves he had the sensation of grabbing a waterskin, her skin was impermeable but felt like it was only holding her water in. Page didn’t dwell on how her calves felt though. With lusty strength he lifted her legs up and apart, pushing her head back into the water with a splash that cut off her surprised yelp. 

A satisfied moan slipped from the penetrator’s lips as he slipped his dick in smoothly.  Like dipping into a whirlpool Page found his dick massaged and sucked tight between his lover’s legs. Being pulled to the hilt inside the object of his every lusty fantasy was too much. Whether it was the thick, warm, swirling hole the sprite called a pussy or the fact he had been on the verge of blowing his load earlier he’d never be able to tell. One thing was for sure though; when our protagonist let loose a straining, groaning eruption of healthy young cum into his wet jizz dumpster his fate was sealed. 

Page let go of the water sprite’s calves and subsided back into the babbling brook. With more pull than seemed necessary Page drew his dick with a last wet squirt from his conquered cunny. He smiled dazedly as the warm summer water massaging his arsehole pleasantly. But he didn’t have long to enjoy the sun and water (or the memory of that orgasmic pussy).

An explosion of water threw drops over his face and his previously soaked clothing and drew Page’s attention to the snarling face of his championed lust. It was only then he espied the thick strands of white curling and rolling around in the defiled cum-nymph’s belly. Some of the strands had wandered down her legs and up to her breasts. Page found the prolific display of his sticky white and sweet hot passions somewhat more than just erotic. The water sprite didn’t happen to share his sentiments.

“What… the FUCK?!” The spirit screamed her face turning from anger to horror as she looked down on the strands of cum polluting her liquid form. 

“Oh… Oh… EWWWW, you CAME in me?!” The cocky origin of the cum swirling and filling her titties half grinned and felt his nymph-pleasure-poker rejuvenate as he watched her nipples bob in distress.

“Well, you called me your prince. Isn’t this what a charming prince would do to his lovely princess?” In Page’s defense it seemed a charming and pleasant thing to say at the time. In case you can’t tell it wasn’t. Not in the least.

The sprite drew herself up to tower over the poor boy and frowned like a storm front; the effect only slightly ruined by the dirty dick juice still floating around in her pouty cheeks.

“You think you’re a prince? You’re a fucking animal!” She paused, and seeing her violator’s fresh erection she positively radiated cruel anger.

“But I’ll make you a fucking prince to fit your act all right! I’ll turn you into a… a prince of goats!” Page missed the meaning of the words, distracted in more ways than worth mentioning by the cummy syrup dripping from his lover’s cunt. His focused changed suddenly though when he felt the seams of his shoes split and his feet tingle oddly. He stared down at his cock and the skin around it. 

Thick brown hair curled out from the gaps in his trousers and lifting a foot he saw the cloven hoof. His dick swelled and his grasped at his head where two small horns curled. Rolling out of the water he tore at his clothes until he was stark naked. His uncircumcised cock had grown a size and wet black and brown hair spread from his hips to his frighteningly sharp hooves, leaving only a clear patch for his cock. After a moment’s panic his legs, new wayward tail, and his horns seemed to be his only casualties. Smiling he looked up to where his cumridden squeeze had stood but saw nothing. Now frowning he took an unsteady step on his new feet and started to wander off back towards home. I should probably take the time to mention he was in somewhat of a daze which, by the way, if you’ve ever been polymorphed you’d relate to.

Two bends farther down the stream the water sprite tried to draw out a slick strand of cum from her belly. It slipped around her fingers and she cursed her goddess. Pouting she rubbed her hand in the tall grass next to her angrily. Of course it had been worth using her small store of magic to curse the little fucker… Her only regret was that without her magic, which wouldn’t be back for another decade or two, she might have to live as some manner of jizzed water sprite.

The jizz sprite sighed and stood up. She could always look for a horny wizard to remove it all, but then she’d have to get him to remove his too probably. The one certain thing was that she wouldn’t go back to her sisters and the Goddess. Not looking like some peasant mortal’s cumbag. With a resigned sigh she plumped up her already rather large breasts and slapped her tight ass a few times to get it in shape. Grimacing at the cumming she’d no doubt get when she arrived at Wizard Wizbang’s tower she set off towards the phallic spire in the distance with a sigh.

“Why do all the skilled magicians have to be dirty perverts?”