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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Here's the latest installment of the Bad Wishing series.  This story 
was inspired by a picture sent to me by Steve Zink, and my thanks to 
him.  Pay attention, folks, there's a new character in the Bad 
Wishing universe.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BAD WISHING 9: THE WIZARDLING

Patty waited at the edge of the room.  Everything seemed okay.  Right 
in the middle of the room was a small coin of solid gold, unclaimed. 
Patty wondered if he should try to claim it.  During the middle ages, 
he wouldn't have even hesitated... to walk away, that is.  A single 
gold coin just sitting in the middle of an empty room would've just 
screamed "Wizard's Trap!" but nowadays few people believed in magic, 
much less had the patience to leave a gold coin untouched for six 
months so it could be used as bait for a Leprechaun.  Still, 
centuries of instinct were not easily set aside.

Finally, Patty decided to take a chance.  He rushed into the room and 
grabbed the coin, instantly regretting it.  As soon as he lifted the 
coin, he was surrounded by a dome of magic energy, trapped.  Patty 
growled.  That'd teach him to ignore his instincts.  He sat down on 
the floor.  Nothing to do now but wait for whatever wizard placed 
this to come along and check his trap.

It was almost two hours later when a mere stripling of a boy (college 
age as these humans measured their years) came into the room.  He 
seemed surprised to see Patty, but then smiled and said, "It worked! 
The Leprechaun trap worked!"

"Of course it worked, ye daft lad.  Now get on with your demands so 
we can both get on with our lives."

"My demands?"

"Yes, your demands.  You've caught a Leprechaun, so now you get three wishes."

"Well, actually, I just wanted to see if this would work."

Patty was stunned.  "Excuse me?"

"You see, I just found this strange book fragment in this old book 
store.  It claimed to be a spell book and I figured it'd be a lark to 
try some spell from it.  Most of the spells had weird ingredients 
like dragon's tooth or wyvern poison, but this one seemed simple 
enough.  It just required chalk, salt, iron filings, and a gold coin. 
I didn't figure it'd really work.  Let me get the book and see if it 
has a way to end the spell."

Before Patty could say a thing, the boy ran from the room.  Patty 
rubbed his hand down his face in a very human gesture of anger and 
frustration.  He couldn't believe it.  Not only had he been captured 
by an amateur trap, he had been captured by someone who wasn't even a 
wizard's apprentice.  He was a mere wizardling who lucked onto a book 
with real magic and was now playing with powers he didn't understand.

A few seconds later, the boy returned, carrying a tattered partial 
book.  It was clearly very ancient, but also looked like the back 
half of the book had been ripped off and was now missing.  The boy 
said, "The book doesn't say anything about how to end the spell."

Patty angrily blurted out, "Of course it doesn't!" but restrained his 
anger before saying, "The spell was designed to catch a Leprechaun 
and hold him until the wizard got his wishes.  You now get three 
wishes and I'm stuck here until you take them, so if you'd be so kind 
as to use them, we can get on with what we were doing."

"Okay."  The boy considered it for a while and said, "For my first 
wish, I wish that this book was restored to pristine condition, with 
all the knowledge it ever contained restored as well."

Patty sighed.  The boy really couldn't handle the knowledge within 
the book, but his wish had been too well thought out and worded, and, 
due to the trap, Patty was obliged to grant the wish.  He waved his 
hand, energy swirled around the book, and the boy was holding a fully 
restored grimoire.

The boy opened the book and leafed through its pages.  "Hey!  Most of 
these pages I can't even read!"

"Not my fault.  Let me see."  The boy held the book up and showed the 
page he was looking at to Patty.  "That's ancient Gaelic.  Leaf 
through it a bit to show me more."  The boy did as asked.  Finally, 
Patty said, "It's a compendium.  Inside there are spells written in 
Gaelic, Welsh, Latin, Greek, and more.  Book's probably been added to 
over centuries."

"But I can't read it!  What good is it to me?"

"Not my problem.  I have neither the ability nor the inclination to 
read your mind and try to intuit what you want.  I grant what you 
wish for, nothing else.  Now, what's your second wish?"

The boy thought about it.  "I wish I had the ability to understand, 
read, or write any language I encounter."

Patty almost cursed.  He had hoped that the boy would wish for the 
book to be translated.  Patty could've then made slight changes in 
the book ("something lost in the translation" as it were) and 
rendered it useless.  However, once again the boy had worded his wish 
too well.  Patty waved his hands and the boy had the ability to 
translate any language.

The boy thumbed through the book saying, "Great!"

"Now what's your last wish to be?"

Patty wondered whether the boy would wish for anything that Patty 
could use to thwart the boy's foolishness, but even he was stunned 
when the boy said, "I wish I had the power of a Leprechaun."

Patty had not planned on giving the boy any warnings, but forgot 
himself and said, "Boy, trust me.  You'll be wantin' to rethink that 
wish."

"Why?  So you don't have to share your power?  I wish I had the power 
of a Leprechaun."

Patty sighed.  "Don't say I didn't warn you."  Patty clapped his 
hands together and suddenly the world just disappeared from around 
them.

When the world returned, the boy found himself inside a grand ball 
room.  Other than himself, there were three people in the room. 
Patty was one and stood beside him in the middle of the room.  The 
other two, one male, one female, sat on ornate thrones (the woman's a 
little less so than the man's) on a raised dais at the front of the 
room.  The two seemed inhumanly beautiful and reeked of ancient 
grandeur and power.  The boy tried to move, but was paralyzed, unable 
to even speak.

The man looked down on him, rubbing his chin.  He spoke out, his 
voice seeming to echo with the ages.  "So this is the human who would 
dare possess the power of a fae?"

Patty stepped forward.  "Great Oberon, Lord of the Eternal Realm, 
whose word is law to us all, I know it seems strange for the fae who 
was captured by this boy to speak on his behalf, but this stripling 
is no arrogant, ambitious wizard.  He's just... foolish.  I urge 
mercy."

"What would you have me do, Patty?  Unless his wish is granted, you 
must be returned to the trap he ensnared you in.  Even were you 
willing, I am not.  I shall not see one of my childer imprisoned, 
even temporarily.  Not if I can prevent it.  So I have a choice of 
granting his wish or destroying him."

If the boy could've trembled, he would've, sure he was about to die. 
However, he was granted a reprieve when the woman said, "So, dear 
husband, grant his wish."

Oberon looked at his wife like she was nuts, but he quickly smiled. 
He lifted her hand, saying, "Dear Titania, sometimes your 
insidiousness amazes even me," and kissed her hand.  He stood up and 
walked down to the boy.  "So be it!  You wished to be one of the 
Eternal Folk, and so it shall be.  Choose your form!"

The boy was suddenly besieged with overwhelming eroticism.  He 
suddenly fantasized about being in a room full of beautiful women. 
He chose the most beautiful and stepped up to her.  There was a flash 
of light and he was back in the room he and Patty had just left.  He 
saw Patty off to one side and said, "What happened?"

"The only one who could grant your wish was Oberon, Great Lord of the 
Fae, and thanks to the intercession of Queen Titania the Beautiful, 
he did just that."

"But what was that last bit?  That choose your form thing?"

"Look down."

He looked down and was shocked when he saw a rather large pair of 
breasts hanging from his chest.  "Wh-  What happened?"

"Oberon excited your libido and filled the room with images of female 
beauty.  You grabbed the one you thought was most beautiful and were 
transformed into the first female Leprechaun."

"But I am a Leprechaun now?  I can grant wishes and do magic and all that?"

"Uhm... not exactly.  A Leprechaun's power comes from the gold he, or 
in your case, she has collected.  Right now, the only gold you have 
is the one coin you used to trap me, so you're... nearly powerless. 
That one coin isn't going to give you enough power to even clothe 
yourself, much less grant any kind of wish.  Now normally, when a new 
Leprechaun comes into existence, the other Leprechauns each give a 
single coin to kind of start the newbie on his way, but Oberon, by 
way of punishing you for daring to trap a fae, has ordered that no 
other faerie share or grant their power to you for a period not less 
than one century."

"So how do I get more power?  Steal gold?"

"No, no, no, lassie.  You CANNOT steal gold.  Any gold you get must 
either be lost, unclaimed, or freely given in trade for magic.  To be 
honest there isn't much of the first two any more, so you'll need to 
be tradin' for more."

"But if I'm so powerless, then how can I possibly get more gold?"

"You'll be needing to collect energy in... other ways."

"Other ways?  Like how?"

"All of the wee folk can walk freely in the dreams of mortals.  You 
can collect power by granting dream wishes.  The mortals want some 
knowledge or information or something else that you can give them. 
When you grant their desires, you'll gain a little bit of psychic 
essence.  Collect enough of that energy, and you'll be able to grant 
a wish in the physical world, for which you can trade for gold.  As 
you collect more gold, your power will increase and eventually you'll 
stop needing to dream walk."

"So what's the difference between getting energy from gold or from 
dream walking?"

"Gold's energy is permanent.  You have a minimum energy based upon 
the quantity of gold you have.  Every morning, if you have less than 
that minimum, you will be restored to that level.  Any energy you get 
from dreams is gone once it's spent."

"But what dream wishes can I give?"

"Well, I used my world travels to bring images of fantastic lands to 
those who couldn't travel, but that'd be the slow way for you.  You 
don't have much experience to start with, so you'd have to travel a 
lot before you could start sharing your knowledge."

"So what's the fast way?"

"Well, you've now got a fantastic female body, and there's no 
shortage of horny males who'd wish to share it carnally."

The new Leprechaun gulped.  "Well, it is just a dream."

"For the mortals, it's a dream.  For us, it's as real as this world. 
You're immune to any mortal disease, and will regenerate from any 
damage, but it is real when it happens."

"Can I get pregnant?"

"Possibly.  But human/faerie half-breeds are incredibly rare.  By the 
way, Oberon has named you Erin.  Any other name you once had is gone."

Erin was about to object, but found that she couldn't even remember 
her old name.  She instead just shrugged.  Then she noticed that the 
book that had started this whole thing was still over where she had 
been standing when making her wish.  "My book!"  She ran over and 
picked it up.  "It is still mine, right?"

"Yes, for all the good it'll do you.  The book is human magic. 
You're now a full fae.  Although you could save it and pass it on to 
any children you might have.  But since you have no magic to store 
it, that'd mean carrying it around with you wherever you go."

Erin collapsed onto her butt, nearly in tears.  "What have I done?"

Patty was by her side and put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. 
"Hey, it's not that bad.  You're now one of the Eternal Folk.  You're 
ageless, eternally beautiful, and almost indestructible.  And after 
your first century, if you're still having problems getting gold, the 
other Leprechauns will be there to help.  And once you start getting 
some gold, you will get the magic you wanted."

Erin sniffled.  "Nearly indestructible?  What can hurt me?"

"You share the same weakness to iron that all faerie have.  Although 
that's not such an issue nowadays.  Most metals are alloys and don't 
contain enough raw iron to be a threat.  Although I suppose getting 
whacked upside the head with a good iron skillet would be something 
to worry about."

Erin giggled.  "Is there anything else that'll hurt me?"

"Yeah, losing all your gold.  Your life force is tied to it.  If you 
were to lose that, your essence would be disrupted, and you'd have to 
wait until great Oberon decided to reform you and put you into a new 
body.  You may be immortal now, but disruption is still something to 
be avoided."

Erin looked down at herself.  "But... I don't have any clothes, much 
less pockets to store it in!  Am I going to have to carry it around 
everywhere?"

"Actually, if you're willing to give it up, that book might help 
solve that.  Come on, grab it and let's go."

"Where we going?"

"To see an old friend."

Erin blanched.  "Could you... give me some clothes?"

"Sorry, kiddo, by Oberon's word, I can use no magic for you."

Erin sighed.  She picked up the book, held the coin tightly and said, 
"Okay, let's go."

Patty stepped forward and disappeared.  Erin looked at the space 
where he had just stood and somehow knew there was something 
different about it, but couldn't tell what.  She heard Patty's voice 
call out, "Come on!"  She shrugged and stepped into the space, 
finding herself whisked through space and time and found herself 
standing in front of a wooden door mounted on a windowless store 
front.  She looked up and saw a sign saying, "Spells 'R' Us."  She 
looked around, seeing herself in a mall.  There were plenty of people 
wandering the mall, but none of them seemed to notice the two of 
them.  Patty said, "Humans, most of them anyways, don't notice us 
unless we want them to."

"Most of them?"

"Trained wizards can see us, but most don't bother with us."

"How did we get here?  And where are we?"

"We got here by the Faerie Channels, a series of mystic pathways that 
only the fae can use.  Most of them are millennia old, but the one 
leading here is relatively new.  I still haven't gotten the story 
about how the owner of this store managed to convince Oberon to build 
a Channel just for him, particularly since the exact location of this 
store changes.  Come on."

Patty opened the door and stepped inside, Erin following close 
behind.  The inside of the store looked like some old curio shop, and 
behind the counter sat what looked like a crazy old man in a 
bathrobe.  Erin was about to say something, when Patty leaned over 
and whispered, "That man is possibly the most powerful human wizard 
you will ever meet in your lifetime.  Be nice, be polite, and 
cultivate a civil tongue."

The old man said, "Hey, Patty, who's your friend?"

"New Leprechaun.  We're here to try to make a bargain to store her gold."

The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.  "I don't know.  A new 
Leprechaun?  Her gold can't be very powerful.  What's she got to 
bargain with?"

Patty nodded at the book Erin was holding.  She stepped up and put it 
on the counter (it was a little weird being only two feet tall).  "I 
have this wizard's book I found."

The wizard opened the book and looked through it.  "I don't know. 
This is a pretty basic book.  No spells of any significant power." 
He considered it for a while.  "Normally, this book would have no 
interest to me, but it could have some value for my apprentice," he 
looked through the door to the back room and loudly said, "assuming 
she ever gets finished with her punishment for a certain April Fool's 
prank."

Patty asked, "So how long will the book get her?"

"One month."

"Three."

"I'll split the difference at two."

"Two months is hardly time for her to start getting a decent power base."

"The book isn't worth more, Patty, but I'll make you a deal.  Having 
a faerie to work with could help speed Dannie's learning.  She agrees 
to help me with three lessons over the next year, and I'll give her 
that year free.  After that...  Let's see...  With her gold being 
relatively powerless, it holds no interest.  So for the first half 
century, I'll charge her one favor a month rental fees.  The favor 
may be anything that she can fulfill, up to and including a wish when 
she collects enough gold, that won't result in her discorporation. 
After that, we can discuss a new deal."

"Sounds like a deal."  The wizard extended his hand to Erin.  Erin 
took his hand, feeling a strange tingle run up her arm.

The wizard asked, "So where's your gold?"  Erin handed him the coin. 
"Do you have a pot yet?"

"No."

"I can make you a deal to create one for you."

Before she could accept or deny, Patty said, "Now, don't be takin' 
advantage of a new faerie.  She'll make her own when she's got the 
power for it, just like we all did."

The old man smiled.  "Had to try, old friend."

"Yeah, right."

"Got time to socialize, or do you have to be rushing off?"

"I got some time."

The two walked to the back room, ignoring Erin as if she weren't 
there.  As soon as they were in the back room, a young woman rushed 
from the back as though she had been pushed.  As soon as she stopped 
moving, she turned and stuck out her tongue at the two.  Turning 
back, she muttered, "One little joke goes wrong and you'd think I'd 
blown up the world."

Erin cleared her throat and Dannie stopped.  "Excuse me, I didn't see 
you down there.  You're a friend of Patty's?"

"I'm not sure friend covers it, but he's been helping me through my 
transformation.  Would you believe that an hour ago, I was a guy?"

"I'd believe it.  I've seen stranger.  My name's Dannie."

"The old man's apprentice?  I guess you and I are going to be working 
together, at least a few times over the next year.  It was part of my 
deal to store my gold."

"So if we're going to work together, I should know your name."

"Sorry, I'm Erin."

"Good to meet you, Erin.  Mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Is the nearly nude thing a Leprechaun thing?"

"Actually, it's kind of a punishment."  Erin quickly related the tale 
of her transformation.  "So now, until I can collect enough power to 
clothe myself, I'm... this."

"Well, you are beautiful, and I like the hat."

"Hat?"

"Didn't you know?  You're wearing a green hat.  You're also wearing 
green stockings, shoes, and that cute choker."

Erin put her hand on her head, finding a hat there.  She removed it, 
finding it to be a circular, green hat with a black hat band and 
buckle.  She lifted her leg and found that she was wearing a green, 
thigh-hi stocking and a black shoe with a low heel that had a cute 
buckle on the top.  The amazing thing was she hadn't noticed any of 
it.  She asked, "Do you have a mirror around here?  I still haven't 
gotten a good look at myself."

"Sure, wait a second."  Dannie went behind the counter and got a 
mirror.  It was only a half-size mirror, but more than enough to show 
all of Erin's charms.

She held it in front of the female Leprechaun and let her take a good 
look.  Aside from the hat, stockings, and shoes, the only thing she 
was wearing was a choker.  It was a dark (almost to being black) 
green band with a bright green three-leaf clover mounted on the 
front.  Her body was as fantastic as she thought.  Her curves and 
ample bosom alone would turn many a head, but that wasn't her only 
attractions.  She also had beautiful, cute, classic Irish features, 
bright green eyes, and long, red hair that went all the way down to 
her waist.  And the bush at her crotch?  It was neatly shaped into 
the form of a three-leaf clover.  It was just too cute!

She put her hat back on, saying, "I'm cuter than I thought."

"Yeah, you are."

The wizard and Patty came back into the room.  The wizard said, 
"Break's over, Dannie.  Back to work."

"Yes, sir."

As she passed the wizard, he said, "Dannie, I'm not sure you've 
earned this, but Patty brought you a gift."  He held a CD above his 
shoulder so Dannie could see it.

She took it, and said, "Hey, it's an autographed copy of the new D 
Plus album!  Thanks, Patty!" before bounding back to the stock room.

Patty said, "See you around!"

"Don't be a stranger, Patty."

Just as Patty and Erin left, music blared loudly from the back room 
and the wizard yelled, "Turn it down!"

The volume decreased and Dannie yelled, "Sorry!"

Outside, Erin asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

"An hour ago, I was a five foot, eleven male human.  Now I'm a two 
foot tall female Leprechaun.  Why don't I find this weirder?"

"You're fae now.  Weird's a way of life."

"Okay.  So where do we go now?"

Patty reached up and straightened his green derby.  "WE don't go 
anywhere.  This is where you and I part ways."

Erin went wide eyed.  "But-  But-"

"Erin, relax.  You're fae.  Magic's a part of you now.  It's in your 
blood.  Literally, it is your blood.  Just don't try to think about 
it too hard and you'll know what to do."

"But what do I do now?"

"Start collectin'.  Think about what you want and step into the 
Channels, letting them take you where you need to go.  A couple 
warnings though.  The Channels can get you almost anywhere, but any 
wizard worth their salt can block them to you, so don't rely on them. 
Two, avoid cats.  Cats and fae... don't get along."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah."  Patty reached up and slapped the brim of her hat, knocking 
it over her eyes.  "Have fun!"  When Erin straightened her hat and 
could see again, Patty was gone.

She looked around.  Remembering what Patty had told her about others 
seeing her, she selected a teenage boy and thought about being 
visible to just him.  As soon as his eyes went buggy and she knew it 
had worked, she ducked into the Channel, her giggle lingering in his 
ears.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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