One Shots

Being Deflowered (Kellic)

This has been my favourite request so far.

Warnings: sexual content.

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Kellins POV:

The day is finally here, my sixteenth birthday. You see, here in the magical kingdom of Frerard turning sixteen is a big deal, it is the day you get your wings and assigned your flower.

Once you have your wings King Gerard and King Frank assign you a flower depending on the colour of your wings. Once assigned a flower the fairy is then initiated by being deflowered by the leader of the flower.

I hope I get the purple flower, Austin is so hot...

"And finally, Kellin Quinn." I stand up as soon as I hear King Gerard say my name and make my way to the centre of the tree trunk. Were King Frank and King Gerard are waiting for me.

"Release you wings, white boy." King Frank says, moving out of the way, allowing the crowd to have the perfect view of me.

I close my eyes and relax my back preparing for the emense pain ahead of me. Once I am ready to reveal my wings I start the procedure.

First, I stretch my arms out in front of me and take in a deep breath. Next, I clench my butt cheeks and push my shoulder blades apart, it suddenly occurs to me that I probably look constipated. After I hear my shoulders crack I focus my energy on releasing my wings until finally I felt the weight being lifted from my back.
Fuck yeah Kellin, you nailed it. I mentally applauded myself.

I opened my eyes and gasps were heard all around. I suddenly panic, thinking that I done something wrong and shredded apart my back.

I turn around in circles, like a dog chasing it's tail, investigating my back when I suddenly realise the problem.

I am black.

This only happens once every few years. Every now and then a black-winged fairy is born, no one will realise they are black until their wings are shown. Usually it is not a problem, not until they turn eighteen that is. Black fairies tend to be good in their first two years of having wings, however, after the two years are up they become evil.

"So, the Bostwick kid is one of ours." The menacing voice of Vic Feutes calls out from the black flower appearing in front if me. Vic, along with the few other black fairies float above the crowd. "Like father, like son." He says, moving down to stand next to me.

That's another thing, the last dark fairy was Mark Bostwick, my father. That's why my mother and I are now known as Quinn, we changed our name so we wouldn't be associated with him.

"No! Kellin can't be one if them! He's so pure!" My mother screamed running towards me, she almost made it but was pulled away by the guarding fairies.

"I'm sorry Miss. Quinn," King Gerard started, "there is nothing we can do."

"Looks like it is time for you initiation." Vic said, eyeing me up and down. Although I was fully clothed I felt completely naked under his stare.

I took one last look at my mother before being vacuumed into the black flower and into another, darker, world.

I blinked a few times, making sure this was real before I took in my surroundings.

I was in a blood red room, a bedroom, with black furniture. There was a large flower to the far side and a closet directly opposite (good knows why, we wear the same clothes everyday, kinda like the Simpsons only fairies are real and they are not). There was a small vanity next to the door and storage unit next to it. The window was fairly big and looked over the kingdom of Frerard.