Definately not my greatest work. Done as a request and
I shouldn't have written it when I did. Probably one of the few
stories I don't like telling people about, but hey, you've found
it. You've just entered in on one of my minor secrets. I hope
it was worth it.
It seemed like an innocent enough wish. Fiona never really expected for it to become true anyway. It was just an old wishing well in the middle of the forest. Yes, she knew it was in a strange place, but she knew there use to be an old town around there somewhere. There she was walking through the forest when she stumbled across the old well. It had a very crude sign hand painted leaning against it saying : "Ye Olde Wishing Well. Throw a coin and make a wish." She was not sure who would benefit from the coin, but thought she'd donate one anyway. Rummaging in her pocket she pulled out a quarter and flipped it in a graceful arc into the well. As it descended she wished her wish, sighing as the coin hit the water with a hollow plop sound. She thought it was a simple wish. She had hiked all the way in here and now had to hike back. It would be so much easier if she had wings, so her wish had been "I wish I could fly." After taking the few required snaps with the camera she went to hoist her pack and head out, but as she swung her pack onto her shoulders it was met with a jab of pain. Dropping the pack in a hurry, Fiona spun round to inspect it. It looked normal enough, nothing sharp poking out of it anyway. Then she noticed her T-shirt getting tighter around her chest. Letting out a shriek of surprise she looked back over her shoulder. Behind her, her the fabric of her T-shirt was being stretched taught by something. More curious than frightened she pulled her top off and looked back, letting out a gasp. Behind her, a pair of wings glittered in the dappled sunlight. They were translucent, with fine vanes winning through them. Looking closer, she watched as they seeming hardened in the air and flapped lazily in the breeze. Unsure what to do next, Fiona imagined herself flying. Behind her, the wings burst into life. Unknown muscles driving them back and forth and she lifted off the ground with a gentle hum. After getting use to the feeling of hovering a few feet above the ground she wondered about moving. Thinking about travelling to the left, she suddenly found herself careering erratically across the small clearing. Forcing herself to stop, she tried going back. That too was a fairly ungamely flight. Touching down, she smiled at her newly found appendages. The one constricting thing was her bra. It ached where it cut across her now muscular back, lifting a hand to undo it, she let out another shriek of surprise. Her fingers were gone! In its place was... well.. something. It could probably be described as a claw, or maybe a pincer. It was an evil dark brown colour, with thick hairs protruding from it. As she watched the colouring travelled up her arm. Tentatively she reached out with her other hand and poked it. Her familiar pink skin was slowly fading to a grey colour before it hardened to form like a brown shell. For some reason, most of her hairs were absorbed into her changing skin, however some remained, growing longer and sticking out like ugly black protrusions. Then she noticed the fingers of her probing hand beginning to change too. At first they stiffened, then her fingers seemed to melt together, her thumb lengthened, matching her now pointed digits, providing a twin claw for her first hand. Strangely she did not panic. Yes, she was scared, but somehow remained calm. So it was with little surprise she felt her jeans beginning to press against her belly. Automatically she reached down to try and free them and her claws neatly cut through her belt and waistband. Shrugging her hips, she stepped free of the tatters of her clothes and twisted to look behind herself. Letting out a groan, she watched as her buttocks grew, pushing out behind her. At the same time, her neck suddenly began to shrink, pulling her head towards her torso. Fiona then tried to call out, but found her mouth refused to work properly. Her tongue seemed strangely long, and her lips acted as if they were connected to her teeth. Then her eyes began to change. At first everything wavered, then she was seeing double. Everything went blurry again and there was four of everything. A few seconds later it was eight. This repeated itself, her vision blurring for a moment, then suddenly she was able to see more scenes at one time. It was not until she suddenly realised she was looking over her wings it dawned on her what happened. She made a wish that she could fly, however, for some reason, it had been interpreted as she was a fly. As the outer skin on her thorax and newly formed abdomen hardened, the last of her human consciousness faded... Somewhere deep in the forest, a huge four-legged fly clung to a tree and surveyed its domain. Rubbing a foreleg over its compound eyes it simple mind contemplated possible courses of action. Decision made, it let go of the tree, spread its wings and disappeared on an erratic course into the green depths of the forest...