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Potential Disasters

A Wyld Solution

Dramatis Personae

[Wren] [Isaac

27 July, 2010


Changeling real world training

Location

[Central Oahu] [Atworth Acres]

Plot(s)


The front door of Wren's home opened, and out walked Wren, along with someone else. The brunette he was talking to was smiling, Wren was smiling, and all looked fairly serene and happy. There was a soft kiss, a hug, as Wren wished the woman goodnight, then offered her a wave as the lady went to her car, got in, and drove off up the driveway off of the farm. Once that was done, Wren just shook his head and smiled before walking over to one of the seats on the porch of the farm and sitting down, lifting up his hand with a fresh, cold, beer and taking a swig.

Having obviously just entertained a guest, Wren was freshly showered with his blonde hair still wet and brushed back from his face, slightly longer than the tops of his ears as he hadn't been to a barber for a while. Rather than wearing large amounts of clothing, he'd opted for a pair of comfortable, dark blue, pajama pants that seemed thin and quite nice to wear as they rested low on his hips. No need for a shirt, really, so he'd left that off, and seemed to be enjoying the night air as he inhaled the scents of rain and pasture, his bare feet pressed to the wooden floor of the porch. All in all, must have been a good night, because Wren was still smiling.

A warbling giggle carried through the rain from someone spinning in the pasture. It took a couple minutes for the woman to get closer to the farmhouse, if only for the sake of allowing Wren's guest to leave without forming the idea that Wren's 10:30 had arrived. That would have been rude. The blonde skipped to the fence line near the front of the farmhouse, climbing the steel paddock gate with bare feet at the edge of the porch's light. She was dressed simply in a white maxi dress that thoroughly soaked through with rain and mud, revealing the complete lack of undergarments beneath. She stopped just short of the roofline to keep the rain on her, swaying happily as she grinned at Wren.

Wren looked over toward the sound of giggling and raised his brows, taking a sip of his beer as Volya ambled her way over the fence, then toward the house. "Aloha ahiahi, Vee. You're out here on the farm pretty late. It's not like you to be out here after the sun's been down for very long at all." He looked away from her, scanning across the farm for a moment, though his eyes fixed on the tree nearby, and he let out a long sigh just after he swallowed his mouthful of beer. "Were you mushroom hunting?" The question came as Wren seemed to lose a little of his relaxation, and sat up just a bit straighter, before resting his knees on his elbows, beer held carelessly between them.

The blonde grinned at the greeting from Wren, taking a few quick steps on dancer's feet and climbed the railing to be directly in front of Wren. She spun in place to dangle her muddy feet in front of the man, staring at him with her bright blue eyes. Pressing her lips together in a thin line, she answered his question with a slow shake of her head, her eyes refusing to leave him. Licking her lips, she tilted her head to the side, glancing down the driveway, then back to Wren, taking a long lecherous look at the man, her mouth forming into a grin, her hands rubbing her thighs. A long bleating cry carried through the rain, which caused the blonde eyes to widen as her head turned towards the tree.

The glowing yellow lights continued to watch, but the message was clear for those who spoke the language, 'Wrennnnnn... Remember your training... Make her pee!'

Soft rain is falling from the grey-black sky, leaving the post 10pm world of the farm a warm, damp place filled with soft snoring from cows and maybe even from horses where they all snuggled away under their rainy-time paddocks and inside the barn. A car had recently driven away down the drive, and turned off onto the main road, leaving behind some slight indentation in the driveway as the rocks had embedded more fully into the rain-softened earth beneath them.

Wren is currently sitting on the porch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, a beer hanging lazily between them. Wren was freshly showered with his blonde hair still wet and brushed back from his face, slightly longer than the tops of his ears as he hadn't been to a barber for a while. Rather than wearing large amounts of clothing, he'd opted for a pair of comfortable, dark blue, pajama pants that seemed thin and quite nice to wear as they rested low on his hips. No need for a shirt, really, so he'd left that off, and seemed to be enjoying the night air as he inhaled the scents of rain and pasture, his bare feet pressed to the wooden floor of the porch.

Despite what could be a very relaxed looking posture to the naked eye, Wren was being very watchful. Specifically watchful of the woman sitting on the railing of his porch, wearing nothing but a long, white, dress that had been made almost wholly transparent by the rain falling from the sky. She looked like Volya, really, blonde hair and bright blue eyes, same build, and really it wasn't shocking to see anything about her as she regularly found herself running around the farm naked, but that didn't explain the sharp as a hawk examination that Wren was giving her. It wasn't the sort of examination someone would give another that they were interested in seeing without the shift of transparent white over their body, either.

Wren let out a grunt as the odd bleating sound came out of a nearby tree of all places. "This isn't the beekeeper I'm looking for." Managing to say it a little under his breath, Wren took another swallow of his beer as he kept his eyes on the person that looked like Vee. "You're not Volya." He said it calmly, his tone not at all angry, but decidedly steadfast, and sure of what he was saying. "Any particular reason why you're wearing her face?"

The widened look on the blonde quickly turned to one of annoyance towards the treeborn bleating. Drawing in a deep breath to calm herself, the expression returned to being a smile as her attention returned to Wren. By way of answering his question, her hands closed over her dress to draw the material up her legs by several inches. Her eyes locked onto Wren's, her hands moving over the mounds of her breasts to pointedly squeeze them. The moan that oozed from her lips, her knees spreading and toes curling. A wave of energy flowed over Wren, it caused his heart to beat faster and blood to pump. The blonde licked her lips, smiling again, this time with more teeth showing, her pupils blooming as her own breath quickened, her chest rising and falling at the scent of lustful inclinations.

The bleating again carried through the rain, and a pair of yellow glowing moved up and down in the darkness, a branch waving in the air wildly as a great weight was lifted. Mud splashed under hooves.

A light splashing sound announces the presence of another woman making her way to the farm. Tall and with tanned skin, her long dark her turning almost black with dampness from the rain, tied back into a pony tail by a hastily re-purposed elastic band. She is wearing a red and white floral patterned muumuu and a pair of sandals, the fabric of the dress clinging to her body as it gets soaked by the rain.

Her pace slows as she gets closer to the porch, the brunette squinting as she tries to make out the figures through the rain. Confidence restored, she continues towards the porch, stepping carefully around puddles and other animal deposits. "Hey guys and woah...Vee, your dress is erm...I like it!" She has an English accents and seems quite relaxed, although perhaps a little shocked to see Vee like this. "Hi Wren, I don't suppose you have another beer do you?"

You paged Wren with 'Wren! All the lessons! Do I have to do everything!'

Wren took a slow breath, leaning back into his seat and lifting his beer to take a swallow. His own, sky blue eyes were fixed to the Vee-like woman sitting on his porch railing, but he seemed to be moving back from her as much as possible without getting up out of his comfortable spot. "While I appreciate the whole show you've got going on, miss, I'd be a fool not to. I still don't consider it an answer to my question at all." He glanced back past the Volya-dopple and stared into the night at the creature that was bleating at him. "Now isn't the time, old man." He grumbled it out into the darkness like he was carrying on more than one conversation. As the new arrival came up the drive, Wren turned his attention to her and nodded once. "Aloha ahiahi, miss. As much as I'd like to offer a beer, I tend to appreciate it most if I happen to know the name of the young lady asking." He motioned with his beer toward the non-Volya. "Also, that is not Volya, so... I wouldn't call it Vee, or any part of her name, really. I'm still waiting for an answer as to what it is. Or at the very least what it would like to be called."

A wash of Wyld magic poured through the air, the world seemingly gaining sharpness and contrast. The magic directly impacted Wren's nose, and every scent that passed his brain became that much more detailed, calling to his instincts. A black goat bounding through the rain towards Casia, its long horns waves as it stared up at her with glowing yellow eyes, and bleating loudly at her, tongue waving wildly.

The blonde lifted her index finger to her lips as if to shush the man. Her blue eyes flicked to Casia, and wave of energy flowing over her, striking cords more pointedly. It definitely wasn't the cold that tightened her areola, nor was the rush of blood cooling in the least, and Casia found herself sensually aware.

You paged Wren with 'I take this one!'

"Oh shit, yes, Sorry! Totally forgot!" Casia grins, trying to hide her embarrassment. "It's uh Casia, pleased to meet you." Very English. "What's with the Vee? She looks the..." Casia is stopped in her tracks as something seems to come over her, her eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open. Hands rush to her breasts, hardened nipples already poking through the damp fabric. Her gaze flicks from Wren to Volya and then back again, concern furrowing her brow before she drops to her knees. "Oh god..." Bending at the waist, her right hand moves to between her legs, the thin fabric proving to be an advantage at this point. "Don't mind me..." She sounds alarmed and more than a little breathy.

Whatever had been done to Wren, it caused a couple of slight, but oddly noticeable variations. His brow thickened, like his forehead had been pushed forward half an inch to allow for something to grow behind it. Along with that, his nose, which had been normal and dry as it was for most humans only a moment before dampened, as his nostrils flared out and stayed that way, like he was taking fast, deep, breathes over suddenly glistening flesh as it moistened. It left him looking a little shiny around the gaping nasal passages. Wren threw his head back and made a growling sound of pure frustration, tinted by annoyance, and then glared at the goat bounding at Casia. "I don't think that one's the problem, old man."

Wren glanced over to Casia and nodded to her. "A pleasure, Casia, though this is kind of an odd circumstance to meet you. Also, again, please don't call it Vee, or Volya. That is NOT Volya. I can't reiterate that enough and you don't want to give it power by playing into its pretense." He set his beer down onto the little round table next to his seat, then reached out a hand toward Casia, motioning her to come closer. "I get that you're feeling a little wrong right now, why don't you come over here and take a seat. The pressure might help." He patted the arm of the other chair, across the table from where he sat. Then, Wren focused on the creature in Vee and white. "You are NOT Volya. At all, even if you borrowed her face and whatever day you saw her, that form. I get that you want me to shut up, sure. But I also get that you're trying to get me riled up. I'm not alright with it. You can tell me your name, use your words, because it's not like you're letting anything slip. Either that, or you can get off my farm." Wren's eyes were pointedly fixated on the woman figure in white when he spoke, but the sensation wasn't entirely lusty, there was definitely some protective sense there, and ownership.

When Casia dropped to her knees, she was now eye level with the massive black goat. It was clear that its eyes lacked the rectangular pupils, but they were spheres of glowing yellow set into the eyes of a goat. His fore-hoof beat out the mud several times. The scream that escaped through its widening lips and wagging tongue was absolutely terrifying as to how human it sounded, and literally scared the piss out of Casia. The goat leapt almost joyously as it danced around Casia, almost shoving her aside to press its face into her urine soak muumuu. If a goat took howl, and Old soot did, rearing up to bleat at the rain.

The blonde grinned when Casia fell to her knees, then she set her sights on Wren. Lithely, she oozed off the railing, resting her hands on his shoulder to break into a kiss. Her lips parting lips seemed to stroke his lust, his glans swelling its if it were threatening to pop. And there was a very real sense that his very life force was tasted, like a lion was licking the hind of its prey. That ox make for terrible prey it would seem.

"No no no no no..." Casia wails as the goat works its magic on her, eyes going wide and flicking to Wren before the howling animal causes her to lose control of her bladder. "What in the... Noo!" humiliation and fear give way to anger, her eyes narrowing as she raises energy, the sweet smell of summer almost drowning out the other smells. "This was fresh on!" Trying to keep her eyes on the goat and mostly failing to quell the rising fear, she glances to Wren. "Is this your goat? No one warned me about the goat. I'm sure I'd remember the goat. Do you like the goat? Would you mind if the goat were... say on fire?" The words come out in a rush, Casia doing her best to stop her teeth from chattering.

Wren didn't really make a sound when the woman came closer to him and attempted to quite literally make a meal out of him. While he might have had some issue with a little physically obvious signs of appreciation for the sight and even the smells coming from the woman in white, he ignored that slightly burgeoning rod of awareness and stood up to his feet. Once he was there, he looked down at the fake Volya and frowned, an impassive wall none too pleased with her. "You are not welcome here. You haven't made yourself known and you've stolen the face of a friend to attempt to be accepted. And now, you've committed an attack against me, on my land. Leave. Or I'll ensure you understand why that was a grave mistake, miss." His voice was low, though not to the point it was gravely, simply grave. Apparently, Wren was taking this very seriously. "Oh, and soot wants you to pee, so if you could do that real quickly, so he knows your scent." The concept of asking this made him smile ever so slightly, at the corner of his mouth, before he finally said to Casia "He was deciding if you were friend or foe, Goats are pretty much all about getting to know one another through water sports. You should be OK now, if you want to come sit, you're still welcome, Casia." Wren left his eyes on Not-Volya as he spoke to the other woman.

The black goat licked and sniffed at the urine and rain water in its beard, bleating happily, and dancing in circles. The warning offered by Casia ended it quickly, and its golden eyes narrowed. Yes, the goat spoke in English, and it bleated again. The goat stepped past Casia so she had a full view of its rear, its tail whipping happily to offer its scent to her as he watched Wren.

The blonde looked almost hurt by Wren's words, and sighed. "You can't be everywhere at once, Soot. And this one's guard will come down. It's in his cum." Her smile turned to something impish as she turned and calmly walked and exited the porch, and walked by Soot and Casia. "And it's good to know this one breaks too." She kissed her hand and blow it to Wren, and she headed down the driveway towards the road.

You paged Wren with 'Threaten me again on My Land, and I will hunt you to exhaustion and mount you. Your womb will accept my seed." "Wren... This one is clean. This one is horny. This one may also be flirting with me. I will not miss, Wrennnnnn." "You should have trust your training, Wren."'

"What in the ever-living fuck?" Casia makes an effort to get to her feet, the invocation directed towards the figure that is now heading down the path. "Seriously though, you have a guard goat? Soot, sorry." She says this with a look towards the goat before looking back towards Wren. "I guess I passed. Yay?" Not sounding overly happy, Casia does accept the offer of a seat with a nod of gratitude to Wren. "I uh... well, Hi I guess? Also, could I possibly trouble you for a beer? I'm feeling a little parched right now. I'm also cursing the lack of pockets in this thing, otherwise I'd have remembered my phone." Casia sounds a little dejected although the absence of roaring goat is helping somewhat.

Deep in his chest, Wren made a rumbling sound at the woman leaving. It wasn't a kind sound, and definitely one of warning. "You are barred from my land, if we smell you again, you'll be dealt with immediately, woman." The threat there was real, it seemed, as it almost shimmered around him, proving he might well have thought about acting on it if the woman didn't leave his farm fast enough during this current intrusion. Wren's blue eyes stayed fixed to the woman, watching her leave while breathing slow and deeply, chest expanding without any sort of restraint as he processed the scent data around him, but also just tried to control himself a little more, since he apparently also had a guest that wasn't about to be mauled or heaven forbid 'Sooted' on his land. Once the woman was far enough away that it was obvious she was going to make it to the end of the drive, Wren stretched his neck and popped the vertebrae there, attempting to loosen the tension in his shoulders and up the back of his body in general.

Turning his head toward Casia, he nodded, then simply walked into the house by way of opening the swinging door. The sound of bottles clanking could be heard, and when he came back out, Wren was carrying 3 bottles of beer. He moved back to his chair and settled into it, leaning back, allowing the rain cooled breeze to chill him out a little as he handed over a bottle of beer to Casia. "Enjoy, I'm sure it'll help ease the tension. Also, sorry about the whole situation. If I wasn't here dealing with something very odd, I'm sure the first time meeting you would have gone much more smoothly. How is it you know who I am?" He asked the question curiously despite the persistent bleating of the black goat in his direction, then he finally spared a glance at Soot and smiled slightly. "Thank you for your help, Old Man. I'm not so sure she's actually flirting, you made her pee, she didn't choose to give that up on her own." Amusement glittered in his eyes a little as he looked back over at Casia and flashed her a winsome smile. "You aren't interested in a little rough romp with old Soot, are you? If so, just say, and I'll make sure you guys have the yard to yourselves. If not, say that too, so that he can hear you."

"Oh, right. That!" Casia chuckles as she finally understands, reaching out with a hand to take the offered beer. "Sorry, I tend to forget if I'm not thinking about it. Last time we met I was a rather dashing Englishman who owns a gun-store. I'm having a month off being Isaac, I needed to... I don't know, just try the other side I guess." Taking a sip from her beer, she lets out a contented sigh. "Oh, yes, right." Leaning back in her chair, she directs her attention to Soot. "Sorry Soot, I'm not flirting and I didn't mean to give you that impression." Offering Soot an apologetic smile, she then takes another swig from the beer. "You have a guard Soot, what an excellent idea." Pondering this, she looks upward and squints her eyes, trying to see something but apparently failing. "It's been a rum day really. Can't say I'm happy about 'her' being happy about me breaking. Good for you though, you seemed to be holding your own... without actually holding your own." She grins with this, making a point of only looking Wren in the eye.

Old Soot bleated once more, turning to watch the familiar blonde walk the very end of driveway, intent on knowing which way SHE turned. Its tail continued to flag wildly, and was decidedly less happy. It took a couple of steps to pull up some grass, and chew it loudly enough that it seemed angry. It bleated in response to Wren with its mouth full. Old Soot's Wyld aura began to contract slowly. Soot's ear twitched in annoyance as Casia, and it screamed its correction.

Wren leaned his head back against the seat and chuckled softly. "Ah, so it's Isaac, in extraordinary drag. Well done. Last time I saw you after a quick transition I think you were blonde... Though that was a while ago. Glad to see you're taking some time to feel yourself out. It's good for everyone to take their alternate natures for a spin to get to know them." He glanced over at Soot and shook his head. "Oh no, as far as old Soot here is concerned, I'm /his/ farmer. Apparently so was my father. I just happen to have a slightly better nose, but he doesn't really care. All in all, I'm still just a changeling, even if I'm of the same court." Wren rolled his shoulders slightly, alleviating more tension, because the previous engagement had provided plenty. "Of course she was horny, so was I, it's gonna be that way when someone starts laying down the groundwork for a full meal, Soot. I don't think this is exactly the time to suggest that no Nymphs know how to refuse, though. I'm pretty sure they have enough of the other side in them that you can't really just go at it without consent, not if you don't want to be considered way too much like your dear, overly sexed, cousins." That was directed entirely at Soot, and Wren took a long pull of his beer after he spoke, letting out a groaned breath. "Lesson one, trust your instincts when you know for a fact one of your best friends wouldn't behave like a wanton hussy. That part I've got down, Soot. She wasn't nearly Volya enough to even hold a candle to the original."

"Well, I didn't think I'd be learning about goat etiquette when I got up this morning." Casia smiles as she says this directing a nod at Soot. "I'm a bit of a stickler when it comes to consent, it's why I only drink in good company. Too many mornings that quite literally left a bad taste in my mouth for me to break that habit." Even the thought of this causes her to shudder, a large sip of beer seems to help though. "Well done on trusting your instincts, I seem to have less willpower when it comes to resisting advances like that though. That said, I guess I might pick up on the oddness of it all. Volya is a one woman lady and goes to pains to resist even when pressured." Casia considers this as she looks towards the path that heads off the property. "Do you have Vee's phone number or Mila's? I'm rather concerned about movie lore and what doppelgangers do to the people they are copying."

Old Soot swallowed down the wad of grass as he listened, bleating and screaming in rapid succession to fill in his part of the conversation. Then he march in front of the railing, staring at Wren while the goat pissed on the rainy ground to make his point and headed towards his enclosure.

You paged Wren with 'The Satyr sate their lust on nymphs. Nymphs may run, scream, climb trees, but a river runs from their cunts. Their instincts and natures do not allow their knees to remain together. Their wombs can grow all. This Changeling, as it is, will always be that, until it is all that. Its humanity must be fully steeled to exist as a stalemate. Summer also weights in, tipping or not tipping based on its desires for this one. Good that you saw it was not your friend, but poor that you did not learn the nature of the creature. Learn to be a hunter when you are not a farmer.'

Wren rubbed at his face with his free hand and groaned. "It's not my way to just attack anyone, and it's been warned not to be back here. I wasn't going to screw it, though. There's just something I can't be alright with when someone's wearing a friend's face, especially not a friend that is just that, with no benefits on the side. And even more, not a friend that I respect. So, yes, if she comes back, I'll do my utmost to get it to pee for you, Soot. I just don't think I had quite the wherewithall to go around forcing bodily fluids while I was avoiding being dinner." He looked over at Soot then and narrowed his bright eyes. "You know it, though. What is it? Why didn't you warn me about it if you already knew it?" He took a swig of his beer and then glanced over at Casia, nodding. "I've got ways of getting in contact with Vee, but I usually just leave her a note on a hive. I've got a phone number I can text her at, though. Just to make sure she's alright." Wren stood up in a fluid motion, body once again back under his own control, so he wasn't having to adjust himself. "I'll be right back, let me grab my phone." It wasn't all that far away, after all, hanging in his coat pocket near the door. He was sending a text on it as he exited the house mere moments later.

Into his phone: Wren says, "Volya receives a Text - Vee, it's Wren. Are you alright? Everything OK there tonight?"

Into her phone: Volya says, "Wren receives a text - ehsas sdfad?sdaf"

Into his phone: Wren says, "Volya receives another Text - Gotcha. Go back to sleep. I'll check in with you tomorrow. Aloha."

"I think I might just head off, it's getting late and we can chat again another time. A time when I'm not smelling of wee would be favorite." Casia says this without glancing at Soot but the thought is there. "Thank you very much for the beer though, it is much appreciated." Casia gets to her feet and does her best to smooth down her somewhat moist muumuu. She watches with some amusement as Wren chats with Soot, waiting for him to finish before adding "I'd be a little concerned about the lack of warning but then I have no idea as to how goats think. Well, apart from being horny apparently.

Casia looks down the path, making sure that a certain blonde is nowhere to be seen. "I think you have my number if anything else odd happens or if you figure out what was going on. I'll see if I can put out any 'feelers' but I have limited luck with that most days." She takes the lack of concern from Wren as to mean that Volya is okay, offering him a wave and a smile before she starts to head out.

Old soot stopped to listen to Wren, walking back to the porch where he reared up to set his hooves on the railing to be on Wren's eye level. The goat forced cud back up into its mouth, the smell of digestive juices and cellulose thick. Separating a small bit, while swallowing the rest, he spit it onto the porch. There was again the scent of Wyld Fae beyond the cud itself. "We Pooka understand fear, Wren... Urine is common, thereby goats are natural. We hide our true natures." The goat's fur disappeared, its form humanizing until it left a raven-haired and nude woman, leaning on his railing. The woman straightened completely, rain water ran her heavy breasts and voluptuous curves. The gold eyed woman stared at Wren, her lips curving in a smile. "Our shapeshifting skills are well known, Wren, but nothing is perfect." Reaching over, she stole his beer to take his beer, bringing the bottle to her lips to take a small sip before offering it back to Wren to scent the saliva. "I can control my body as easy as you can breath, but it doesn't extend to parts that leave me." Her chest lifted her heavy breasts as she stared down the driveway that Casia left, her nipples tightening. "I can say that the nymph is decidedly fuckable..." Her jaw tightened, "I don't know everything, Wren, but I have seen that nymph dance in pastures, piss in those fields, her scent is never hungered, but wholly accepting. That other one is a lesson you aren't ready for. Not until your instincts are aligned."

Wren shook his head. "Most nymphs are fuckable, Soot. I don't doubt you have had your fair share. Maybe even more than." He smiled and looked Soot over, giving obvious appreciation because it was also obvious Soot meant to be appreciated. "Point taken. I could have given her a sip of my beer and seen what I got out of her scent. In the future, I'll try not to let the creepy crawly sensation of how wrong it all felt get in the way of that." He purposefully sniffed at the beer that Soot had handed back to him, then took another swig out of it, watching the not-so-goat carefully, like he might do something dangerous. "If I'm not ready for it, that's fine, but I also won't let it back on my property if I smell it again. I can't say I'm fond of people trying to make a meal out of me if it's not in the more pleasurable sense." He set the beer down, then reached over to grab one of the two fresh ones that were still waiting, and handed it toward Soot. "Would you like one of your own, Old Man?"

Soot smiled warmly, "Offering a beer to someone is very much your way. Trust that instinct, at the very least, it allows you a weapon in hand." She reached up to gather the wet and wild strands and comb them back, displaying her breasts proudly. "So many nymphs. They are wholly captivating creatures. They haven't the mind to imagine their kinks, but every feared dripping scream becomes moaned pleasures. They can derive pleasure in everything that can be done to them." Once her head was situation, she gave a graceful nod to the changeling, "Yes, Wren, I would love a beer... And a tree planted on the northwest corner of the property." She arched an eyebrow, "Be aware, essences are carried, and some will be decidedly unhealthy in consuming them. My own tends to cause the heart to race."

Wren nodded his head surely. "Oddly enough, the same is true for most people. They don't realize everything that can effect them sexually until they try them. Also the reason I'm always willing to experiment." Wren chuckled and handed the beer over to Soot fully, leaning back into his chair and nodding. "I had a feeling your essence would be something like that, but I also think it's a good idea to get to know you better in general, since you can so often be such a mysterious voice of hedonism." The fact that Wren truly didn't hate Soot was obvious, especially as he'd literally grown up with the Puka, but the healthy understanding of the fact that the creature was definitely NOT just a goat was there, too. "I don't plan to take more than the little touch I had, but it gives me more of an understanding, since I can smell so much more now, too." Wren took another swallow of his own beer, then motioned to the rain drenched world of his farm. "You want another tree, over there? I'll have to look at how it'll effect the rest of the land, but I should be able to get it covered sometime in the near future, Soot. I've got a few new calves coming here shortly, and at least four foals. Seems like it's going to be a good year for all of them."

Soot took the beer from Wren, taking a sip of the liquid, rolling it over her tongue before allowing it to slide down her throat, a pleased smile touching her lips. "Have you decided it is hedonism that governs my actions? I suppose it is in a sense, but the world is so rarely black and white, Wren. I have a vested interest in you procreating. While a child of yours would not be connected to the Wyld as you are, he or she would be and are connected to Faerie. The latter being thoroughly within my self-interest and my self-satisfaction. Puca have much of the nature of goats, and they have a long history with mankind, as do We Puca. Our Cousins also see the need to couple with many species as offspring are the most thorough of connections." She took another drink and grinned mischievously, "When one of your visits present the opportunity, a bit of harrowing is good for their instincts, and it tastes so very delicious, and completely necessary for my being. Your foals will have their field and feed. I require a high vantage point at that location as your neighbor decided to build a new storage shed. And my kids do so love shade and places from where to leap." She paused, "And you have nymphs, Wren... Their breasts fill quickly if the need is there."

"Whether or not you're all about hedonism, half the things you gurgle at me are about sex and procreating, and another fourth of what you're saying to me has to do with peeing on things. Or things that have peed, really it's just urine in general." Wren chuckled softly and raised his brows at Soot. "Some might call that hedonistic, if for nothing else than the weighting of the conversations. I don't leave that as all of you, though. There's definitely more under the surface, and more you don't say. And I'd never be one to call hedonism black and white. There's a whole plethora there that leaves itself open to interpretation." Wren took another swallow of his beer, cleaning the bottle of contents before he set it down onto the round table. Leaning back comfortably in his seat, Wren stretched his long legs out and crossed them at the ankle, bare feet accepting a little of the softly damp air onto their soles to sooth callouses. "I get what you're saying about the random harrowing, though, and I won't lie that it's even funny to watch sometimes, and always a joy to save the ladies when it happens. And I'll put up the tree, I don't have a problem with it, I'll just need to find you one decently grown I can transplant from somewhere else if you need the higher vantage point soon." He finally shook his head, resting his arms along the armrests of the chair, he spread his hands to the side. "I shouldn't need a nymph to have full breasts for me any time soon. If I decide to settle down suddenly and start filling the farm with a brood, though, I'm sure you'll be the first to know."

"I was simply trying to discern your meaning of the word hedonism, as it is the spirit of the word that matters. Do I derive pleasure in my own existence? Perhaps, but I prefer to consider my existence as one of necessity. The sun does have to shine after all, just as the wind must blow." Soot took another drink of her beer, licking her lips. She turned and walked down the length of the porch, the fingers of her free hand trailing on the railing until it clutched the post. She used it as an anchor to spin round it slowly and settle her body against it. The puca was every ounce of classical beauty, rounded and soft curves that moved on their own without the direct strength of muscles. "I don't keep nymphs on call for you, Wren." She laughed, and shook her head at thought. "Wren... Urine is pure expression of our nature. Hold it long enough, and every animal will pass it regardless of restraint. In fights, it is released as unimportant. In orgasm, a female releases it as pleasure overtakes her completely..." Her gold eyes narrowed, her voice purring, "At the moment of death, it signals the long strength giving out." The tip of her tongue teased her lips, and she smiled like the predator she was. "Urine is very telling in so many things, beyond thought or emotion, it is instinct."

Wren picked up the other bottle that he'd brought out for himself, lifting it into the air a little, tipping it toward Soot, after he'd unscrewed the cap with a quick twist of his wrist. "There are you making my points for me, Soot. At the very least, you are reliable in every way I consider I can rely on you." He chuckled, the sound full bodied and at ease, entirely amused but in an appreciative way, as the man's tone rarely carried anything close to derision. "And I was talking about the nymphs I already know. I didn't mean that you were going to provide them for me. More I meant you'd know before anyone else if I were suddenly changing my ways and choosing a specific mate." His blue eyes were still twinkling with some mirth as he took a swallow from the fresh bottle of beer. "Aside from some obvious hints of hedonism, you're also a connoisseur of all things liquid leaving the body, up to and including the fine ambrosia of yellow. And there's nothing at all to be sneered at for that. It's the same with all of the animals I talk to, even if it does seem to be to a lesser extent for some than others." He glanced sidelong at the goat paddock, full of its sleeping bleaters.

Soot listened to Wren, her hip pivoting against the pillar, and she let out a honeyed chuckle that caused her breasts to lift and body to quiver, and it could only be described that she was genuinely amused. Her teeth flashed in a wide smile. "Who do you think it was that brought the existence of the White Bull to the Pixie Queen of Wyld? Who do you think suggested a farmer changeling for the task? Do you think your secret smiles go unnoticed as you watch a woman shiver from the silver words off your tongue? Do you not see your actions as a hunt? When you draw the sheets from your bed, do you not pride yourself of the liquid wept from bodies? Red, Yellow, Blue, or Black... There's no shame in the rainbow, because you know, on an instinctual level, when a job is done." Soot tilted her beer up to drain it completely, slow to take it from her lips until it drained down to her mouth and she swallow. "Shame about the rush that stole the dark nymph away, I may have had her bleating in harmony with me." Her eyes kept their heat as she watched Wren, "I do so very much look forward to you giving yourself fully to your instincts, Wren... When the politeness fades, and mate is pressed to kitchen counter."

"Soot, you know full well that I treat my ladies, and even my random few gentlemen, as thoroughly as they can be treated. Don't start suggesting that I need your help to sum up the aggression to take one on the kitchen counter. That's why they're so solid." Wren looked at the female form that Soot had chosen, keeping his appreciation of it obvious, as the creature was plainly desiring being seen. He didn't wear a lecherous grin, or bear any sign of an erection, but the interest was there, in the way he let his eyes drift to follow movements, or drop every so often in the conversation to confirm that Soot saw him looking. "The whole thing with the white bull god... that was interesting. I'm not sure I should thank you for her visit here, though, or ask you to never please do that again, even though I know it would be a waste of breath." Wren grinned at Soot, the expression boyishly charming and winsome. "If you think I'm nothing but polite after consent is given, you haven't been looking through the windows enough, old man. Or you're pointedly suggesting otherwise because you want to get a rise out of me, and feel like that could be one of the easier ways to do it."

Setting the bottle down on the railing, Soot smiled. "I don't suggest things to you, Wren. I state them, and they are completed. Sure, there is the illusion of free will, but from the moment you kissed those lips, you became ours. It's why I can change your body without permission as it was already given. But that moment..." Her eyelids slipped closed, "You caught the scent of that bull, and the reaction was all yours, Wren... Everything else you do is a pretty wrapping paper so they invite you into their home." Laughter flowed from her, cascading down her curvaceous body, invigorating the parts with anima. "Politeness had no place when the rifle zeroed in on you. Yes, you warned the nymph, and she only made it so far as your front door before her nature took hold. Then there was the Valkyrie... She could have split in twain and you would have finished if you managed to hold the pieces together. So no... I do not know you to be only polite, Wren. In the future, if something walks onto this property in the guise of me, test its red humour for its essence without hesitation."

"Oh you have my word. If something came up here suggesting it was Soot, I feel like I'd know immediately if it was my Soot, or an imposter, but I'd definitely test something about it right away to know if I had an inkling." Wren agreed with Soot on that one, then took a deep breath before taking a deep drink from his bottle. He waited until he'd swallowed, then looked at the bottle for a long moment instead of looking at Soot. "Yeah. I figured that was going to be he final nail in that particular coffin. Loss of so much of my free will because I elected to do what I thought was... well I don't know if I thought it was right, maybe somewhat necessary. Though that was of course engineered, too." He glanced at Soot then, his eyes no longer bright with humor, but with some suspicion. "As much as the nature is in me, Soot, I'm still me. And I still do have the ultimate choice when it comes down to it. I don't think the pretty wrapping is all that it is, there's still something in there that isn't Fae. And until that's gone, it'll always be there, making you mildly annoyed when I don't do things the way the wyld would out of hand."

Soot gave the slightest nod of appreciation to the changeling, "That lingering Choice is a distraction. All my annoyance with you stems from it. It is fire that is unsure if it is to burn, a predator confusing itself as prey." She gestured to the railing, "You allowed thought and emotion to cloud your own screaming instinct, and it resulted in one slipping away. Unimpressed is an understatement..." Those gold eyes narrowed again. "The necessary aligned of instinct would have lead you to take the nymph... Lines would have been tested, and when Summer would have been emotional, and Winter would have attempted to capitalize on the situation. Then I'd have to guide a new farmer, and though requires tryouts, and the line of failures is long..." Soot drew in a deep breath through her nose, "The connection to the Wyld is the bridge to instinct, it will guide you when you call upon it, which may be the different between life and death."

Wren sighed softly. "That's how most Fae think of everything when it comes to the choice, I've found. It's just an annoying distraction until we finally take on our true calling and become real boys and girls." He chuckled a little, slightly mirthless, but not entirely without some humor to it - even if it was more the dark kind. "Just because I have urges to take someone or something doesn't mean it's what should be done all the time. And the fact that the female Nymph as you call her is actually my friend Isaac, switched out to try being a woman for a while, makes it doubly so the case that I wouldn't just take them. It wouldn't just be an issue of whatever summer felt at the moment, but losing a friend, which is more important to me by far than having a place to put my dick, Soot." Wren took another drink of his beer, changing the placement of his legs so that the other leg was now on top of the ankle cross. "I will try to listen to the Wyld a little more in the future, though, especially when it comes to protecting my land. But I won't just be tossing random nymphs down onto the ground and taking them just because they're nymph changelings that have to contend with both of their natures. That's cruel, and I don't have to be cruel."

Soot turned her head to rest on her shoulder, watching the man, because it was clear that she was attempting to change her perceptive to understand. Her eye narrow as she lifted her head. "And yet if I were fertile at this moment, I would signal my readiness for a mate, fully expecting you to put your dick in this place. A nymph is just that, a place to plant your seed. If Summer had other plans for them, they would become enraged. Their humanity only confuses their own impulses and base desires. No matter how hard they tried, they could only see the memory is them accepting and ultimately enjoying them." Soot pointed to the base of the front door, "It was right there, the Dancing Grass sat in the matriarch's urine of claim and sped herself to orgasm. She ultimately smells of the seas and Summer, and that is the reason she is not carrying my kid. I have my purpose and my nature, even when they don't align, I do what is needed." Old Soot nodded, "Wrennnnnnn... You will sort it out." The puca winked at him.

"And if you were a Satyr, you'd be doing all of that anyway." Wren pointed out with a slight grin, though he did actually laugh when she taunted him and gave the wink. Still shaking his head, he cleared his throat, but the smile maintained. "I imagine once they make the choice to be fully in that world of Faerie, a nymph is all they are. It's their nature. But until then, they still have the side of them with the choice. The side that could choose to entirely sever their ties to Summer and all things Faerie. Until then, I can't think of anyone as just the one side of their nature, Soot. Mainly because I wouldn't want people to only think of me as the fae side of my own. I'm fairly sure that's what makes the choice so hard. I actually enjoy being both, and once I stop enjoying that, or if a situation arises to force my hand, I'll make the choice. Until then, though, I'll do what I can to take your advice to heart, especially about paying attention to my instincts. I just won't be forcibly mounting anyone that hasn't specifically given consent." Wren grinned at Soot. "I wouldn't even do that to you, Old Man. Whether you were signaling you were ready or not, I'd want to make sure you were on board." He glanced over Soot's female form and allowed his smile to grow somewhat more... masculine. "Even if it's easy to see something like the way you look now and get hard, I wouldn't want to take you without you actually asking for it, or begging for it, if I could get you worked up enough."

Old Soot nodded, "Satyrs thrive on despair, and that requires breakage. What of the faun? The unraveling of inhibitions until their prey ask and beg? I live on fear. The chase is most of that. In my mates? I want their own need and reactions to terrify them. If they manage to make me experience that, then I wouldn't have the wherewithal to ask or beg..." The puca licked her lips hungrily, her nipples tightening, her breath coming a bit harder as her hips leaned from the post to allow her a stretch of her thighs. "Oh dear farm boy... If you haven't stood over a male while watching them agonize over the biological block to pissing and cumming at the same time, you're not ready, perhaps in a century or two." She stretched her jaw, tonguing at elongated canines, her mouth settled in vicious smile as she watched him, her words never gaining a razor's edge. "The very idea that you believe that in not making the Choice, you have freewill is sad. Spread legged between boat and dock is not freedom, Wren... It's being trapped until your legs snap, and you fall and drown due to fatigue." Her hand cupped the underside of her breasts, the lifted by an inch before they attempted to pour out, and she let gravity take them wholly once more.

"And the very idea that you believe the only true freedom is choosing is how we differ. I don't care if you think it makes me young, Soot. It makes me happy to be here right now, who and what I am. I'm sure that once I make my choice, I'll be happy there to, or at least satisfied. That's how it will work. I get the idea that I'm straddling the water, on two pieces of supposed solid land that are completely opposed to one another in all the wrong ways." Wren looked Soot over and licked his lips, his smile moving to something more appreciative than humorous, as he made no attempt whatsoever to hide the fact that his body was finding her self-ministrations somewhat arousing, according to the slight lengthening and thickening behind the thin material of his pajama pants. "And you don't have to appreciate where I am, or what I do now. You can degrade and deride me, be cruel and rude, it wouldn't be anything different than what all changelings go through until they're either harrowed into a choice or backed into a corner. But it doesn't change the fact that I'll always remember this time fondly. I have good memories, and have lived a good life, even as someone caught between a trap and a snare." Wren reached down to adjust himself slightly, though managed to do it without an awkward motion, it was almost more like he just passed his hand over his lap, and he was magically settled in a more comfortable position for his thickening manhood. "Maybe fatigue is what I'll need, maybe not. Maybe one day it'll just occur to me what the choice is that I've been working over in my head since as long as I can remember. Either way, it's still mine to make. That's where the freedom is, Old Man." He seemed to say the name as if accepting the term wasn't so much a barb, but just a truth, considering their age disparity.

Old Soot closed her eyes, and drew in a long hissing breath between her tongue, her hand flattening on the curve of her belly and oozed downward to grip the tuff of her raven pubic hair. "You think I'm degrading and deriding you? Does that make me terrible at conversations?" The fae straighten and walked her way over to Wren, she leaned over him, her hands reaching to wave over his shoulder and her fingers interlacing behind his neck. She peered at him with her gold eyes. "And you're still calling Choice hung over your head since the day you can remember, your freedom and happiness. The truth of your existence, Wren... Is you can live in a state of total denial... Lies atop of lies, and squeeze out a justification of happiness." Her brow came together as she pondered. "I'm keenly aware of what's going on in your pajamas, Wren. It's not happiness." Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath through her nostrils, and she hummed. "Do you smell your friend's fear and arousal on my chin like the sweetest perfume? It's what it's like being dipped in truth, and not having to feel apologetic for what I am." Her head tilted and she pressed in close slowly to take a kiss from his lips.

Wren raised one brow up in a curious expression, his blue eyes glinting slightly in the porch light. "I think you're purposefully vague half the time, and the rest you're purposefully brutish." He didn't attempt to push the chair back, or escape the fact that Old Man Soot was about to put 'her' arms around his neck. Instead, he just took a slow breath and set the beer bottle down so instincts didn't kick in and have him slap her with it. He looked up at her and grinned slightly. "What's happening in my pants is what you call a natural reaction to a fine specimen feeling themselves up in front of you, Old Man. And even if you're not degrading and deriding me, you are pressuring me. But that's what you do, the Fae. You pressure. Sweetly or painful, through fear or love, or the lie of any of those as much as they can be true for something that doesn't feel it to something that only knows how to hope for it." Wren raised his chin slightly to bring his mouth against Soot's, which started as a kiss, until he bit into 'her' bottom lip, and licked the urine taint from it with a low grumble in the back of his throat.

It was easy to see that Soot's eyes were still slitted from the golden glow, a shiver ran through her as Wren's teeth closed on her lip. "Can you touch her too? That hint of aphrodisiac that makes you know she was flirting under it all?" The fae made a heated groan rattled in her chest. "The least you could do is tear a hole in it, get yourself a taste of what I'm really about." Her lips offered a gentling kiss, "If you're ready to know the terror that gets you shedding your clothes, maybe peeling your way out of the kiss. Maybe you'll find your hard inside of a goat... Or maybe something closer to my truth form." Fingers gently picked through the back of his hair, with the softest scratch of claws. "Fear driving your body to collapse..." She grinned at the thought, closing her eyes completely to sniff at him and she moaned, her words tapered, "Watch your eyes as the egg slowly cracks on your abdomen..."

Wren leaned his head back, taking a deep breath, and closed his eyes. "Soot. You dirty old man. I'm sure you'd like nothing better than me rutting you like a madman. I'm sure it would even be some of the best sex of my life, if I lived through it. But... the moment you suggested knocking me up, I'm pretty sure that was where we diverged paths and my curiosity induced hard-on started to worry that it was pointed at the wrong bulls eye." He opened his eyes and looked at Soot squarely, frowning slightly as he reached his hands out and slid them over Soot's hips, digging his fingertips in deeply to her flesh. "I'm nothing to you, nothing but a farmer that knows even less than nothing. A tease is something I'd expect, but I wouldn't imagine you going so far as planting your seed to grow inside of the man that hasn't even made a decision as to what he wants to be when he grows up." Wren pressed with his hands, rotating around and under Soot, gripping the Puca's ass firmly, and massaging with his strong, calloused fingers. "If all you want is fear, you know that's not something I give away. You've watched me grow into the confused child you're straddling, but you know me, Soot. Well enough to know that fear of the level it takes to shake me that hard isn't something I'm likely to be able to perform through."

The massage on her rear caused a shameless bleat to pass her lips, her head forming inside a wicked grin. "And yet I long for rosy cheeks and a rotund belly... Almost like Christmas without the wholesale slaughter to balance the equation..." There was a solid moment to envision exactly that, but her expression didn't betray the conclusion. A hand left the back of Wren's neck to gently take hold of his jaw. "That's where you've mistaken me for one of the Winter Court... I don't plan that far ahead, because it takes me out of the moment. Anything worth having takes hard work, Wren. I think you know the effort on the part of your mind and muscles in digging that hole is the exact proportions to the importance of what you buried there. Does he break as it breaks on him? What if it broke on someone dear to him instead?" Her body tensed and shivered at the possibilities, and she pulled at his scent again, and she smiled. "Don't undercut your own attractiveness, Wren... The fae still need their connection to humanity." Her thumb stroked his jaws, and she stood up, her hands lingering on his skin, the need for touch causing them to return to her own body. "You should slip into my yard sometime... Act like a proper farmer." The fae bit her bottom lip, her canine breaking the skin properly, and her tongue spread the blood on her lip. "The beer..." She nodded as if it was the whole statement.

"These sorts of questions are exactly why I don't know where it's buried, and it's going to stay that way." Wren grinned softly and bit playfully at Soot's fingers as they left his face. His hands gave way from her ass with a solid 'SWAT' on the right ass cheek, the sound reverberating into the night like a crack in the sky. "I appreciate you joining me for a beer, Soot, and for giving me something beautiful to look at while we talked. I'm going to have to pass on fucking a goat, though. Maybe after I've made my change, one way or the other, I'll become the farmer you think of as a true farmer." He winked at her. "For now, though, I tend to prefer to rut in things that look decidedly like you do now." Wren looked at the Fae's lip for a long moment, then took in a slow breath before Wren pushed up to sitting, and reached up with his hand, still slightly rosy from the contact with Soot's ass, and used his thumb to wipe the blood gently from Soot's lower lip, holding the crimson droplets on the pad as he looked up at the golden eyed creature of myth. "You're always welcome to have another beer with me, when I'm sitting out here relaxing and watching over the farm in the rain."

The puca stopped in her tracks, the ripple of force reverberating through her orb-like ass. Her face slackened as her focus shifted inward. Those gold eyes blinked slowly as she looked back to Wren, "Now it just seems like you're just teasing me, Wren..." The corners of her mouth lifted and she turned fully to the changeling, "Perhaps you'd be less adverse to my hooves if you had them as well." Black spiraled horns grew from her forehead, curving back to sweep over her hair. "Speak up when you don't think you can get it up anymore..." She gained height as her feet lifted to be digitigrade, her toes blackening, pressing together and forming in hooves. Turning on hoof to show her backside, her tailbone uncurled, spouting thick black fur and it begin whipping frantically over the upper curve of her ass. Looking over her shoulder, an impish grin played on her lips, "You were ready to mount a fae with the lower half of a deer. Maybe we should start rutting, and we'll see just how bestial we get... Expand your horizons?"

Wren laughed and reached over for his beer, though he watched Soot carefully the entire time. "So I'm not allowed to tease back without being forced into another shape that has less of my apparently appalling mental facilities?" He took a long swallow of beer and then lowered the bottle, his eyes gleaming with their own impish sort of humor. "I think maybe you should go find yourself some beautiful creatures to impregnate, so you can get that thirst out of your system. I have no doubt that if I did end up rutting with you tonight, it'd end in a child. And unfortunately, I'm not quite out of my mind enough for that not to matter." Wren took in a slow breath, then uncrossed his legs and rolled up to standing in a smooth motion, the thick, heavy, muscles playing under his skin easily as he approached the now rather devilish form of She Soot. The thin fabric of his pajamas did nothing to hide the thickened length of him that bobbed slightly as he took the step closer, to come up behind her. In a voice almost roughly whispered, Wren said "As you can see, it's still up. But I think I should leave it to my imagination tonight, or we're just going to go way too for for this fool of a man to handle." He turned his head and nuzzled into the back of her neck, inhaling deeply of her scent with his still enhanced sense of smell. As he did so, his free hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against him so that the firm rod of his erection was pressed to the rounded ass cheek that likely still bore a little sting from his hand. The whipping action of the tail against his side didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. "You smell good, but also dangerous. And there's nothing sexier than a good, dangerous, woman. But I know you, Old Man. And this would be better in a long game, not a game of one night." Wren's lips whispered over the skin on the back of the Puca's neck as he spoke, until he kissed her, with the sweetest, most gentle touch of lips just behind her ear, and let her go, so she was no longer pressed back against him.

The puca's tail lifted vertical as Wren pressed closer, and her back arched to try and guide that erection vertical. The moan that poured out of Soot had a vibrato quality to it. With every word, her panting increased, until he stepped away from her. Her hand feel to the apex of her thighs, and there was the tiniest shiver of muscle. His enhanced nose knew before she turned to face him and the first drop fell to the porch, and the second rolled down her inner thigh. "For a well fueled imagination..." She stared at his eyes as she rubbed her urine on the underside of his chin, jaw, and back across his lips and nostrils. "Rest well in your Choice, Wren... Just remember it is foolish to ignore one's instincts." Her legs grew thoroughly hair up to her hips, her facial features elongating to be decidedly goatlike until it was undistinguished as human. Blackened claws curved at the tips of her fingers. Her very human breasts remained, and it was plain to see that it was the Puca that mankind called devils. The scent played on his scents, told tale of Wyldly feral fae, aroused in spite of being out of her season. The puca headed into the darkness and rain, her tail whipping wildly to flick her scent into the air.

Wren didn't shy away from what was pressed to his face, and even licked his lips as the Puca walked off into the rain. It wasn't until a few moments passed that he let out an exceedingly masculine chuckle and followed it up with a heavy swig of his beer. He gathered up the empty bottles and lids, then walked it all inside to be taken care of, along with himself, one would assume.