Make her your loving Faun Gardener

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You stroll into your bedroom with a smile on your face. The bed was luxuriously comfortable and while you had little need for clothes, you appreciated the various dressers the prior owner had left you. It was a suite that was fit for a king in every sense of the word.

With a relaxed sigh, you sat down on your bed, hearing a muffled squeak as your weight hit the mattress.

“You know you are free to come out from under there any time you like. I have nothing but time at the moment,” you teased.

“Curse these dreadful interiors,” the elf ranger muttered. “When the party said we were stopping a dragon, I hoped to at least be out in nature.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint,” you replied as you watched the slender arms of the ranger emerge from under the bed. “I opted to be somewhat civilized.”

The rest of the elf soon emerged from the bed. She stood, wiping the dust bunnies you had let accumulate under the bed off her emerald green cloak as she stood before locking eyes with you. Her pale skin glowed ethereally in the warm lighting of your bed chambers, though much was cloaked in her clothing, which was covered in various shrubbery. Her lean form was quite twiglike, and her platinum blond hair was wasted on a bland body and sharp face.

“So what brings you to my bed chambers? Fancy a stay between my sheets,” you said with a wink.

The elf woman rolled her eyes. “Of course you'd say something like that,” she replied with a groan. “God, you are just as bad as Jacob. He is always flirting with me on our journeys. I swear this misadventure is the last straw. I prefer to be alone anyway.”

“Aww, no love between party members, huh? If you prefer being alone, why join these buffoons anyway?” you asked while you reclined on the bed. “Spill the tea.”

“Ugh,” she said, trying to avoid eye contact. “Look, I just needed help trying to find my people's diadem. I would much prefer not to associate with oafs like yourself or my party members. But my quest is of great importance, and I need all the help I can get.”

“Ah, well,l that explains why you are here at least,” you say with a predatory smile. “I suppose I might have the trinket you seek.”

With a snap of your fingers, the various crowns, tiaras, and diadems in your hoard manifested in the bedroom.

“Any of these seem familiar?” you ask, leering at the elf while you use your magic to cycle through the items. Each glittered brilliantly, and reflections of the gemstones filled the room.

The ranger's eyes grew wide at the ostentatious displays before her. Her eyes darted amongst the crowns, growing wide when seeing one in particular.

“That's it!” she exclaimed. “That's our people’s lost crown!”

“Wonderful!” you say, clapping your hands. In an instant, the other crowns vanished from sight. You grabbed the decorative tiara and held it in your hands. “Well, I am happy to give you this, but on one condition.”

The excitement drained from the ranger’s face in an instant. “And that is?” she replied, not hiding the annoyance in her voice. “Let me guess, you want to bed me right here for that.”

“Well, that is certainly an appealing image, but I had a different idea. You say you are only here to get the tiara, but I want to know what happens when I give it to you. That is my condition.”

“Oh, that's it?” she said. “Oh well, once I return that to my people, I intend to create a quiet life in the forest.”

“Ah, a nature lover then?” you said innocently while furtively focusing magical energy into the crown in your hands.

“Yes, very much so. The forest is my true home. The machinations of men and elves tire me. I am at home when I am tending to the needs of nature,” she elaborated. “I want my days to be spent tending to plants and beasts.”

“Well,” you started with an evil grin. “I am quite satisfied with that answer. I will give you the future you seek.”

You snapped your fingers, and suddenly the tiara appeared on the elf's head. She looked confused for a moment and touched the crown now on her head.

“Oh well, thank yo-Achoo!”

The elf let out a cute girlish sneeze. Her nose wiggled cutely as she breathed in.

“Achoo!”

She sneezed again. Her ears shot out from her head, now hairy and deer-like with cute white spots on the back. She sneezed again, and her hair turned light brown.

“What- ACHOO, is happening?” She asked before a series of more cute sneezes erupted from her. Her voice seemed to go up an octave with each sneeze.

More changes came with every ACHOO she uttered. Her hair became light brown. Her breasts expanded to enticing D-cups. Her green cloak shrank and shrank until it was not but a skimpy leaf bra, barely covering her nipples. Another sneeze led her pants to become a loose cloth around her waist, which flew up with every sneeze. Her feet became cloven hooves, her legs became covered in plush brown fur. White spots speckled her legs with every sneeze from that point.

The sneezes sped up through all these changes, but slowly and steadily they slowed. A sneeze caused a wagging deer tail to erupt over her curvy bottom. “What happened?” she asked deliriously, swaying gently in a haze before one last sneeze, bigger than all the prior ones, burst forth. Two adorable horns erupted from her head, looking like adorable twigs on the now adorable faun girl's head.

“What happened, Rue, is that you were up here to tell me how tending my gardens has been treating you,” you answered, writing a new reality for the woman with hypnotic words.

“I was?” She responded, head awash with false memories of serving you as your loving gardener.

“Yes, you were my lovely little faun. Please tell me how things are going with my garden.”

“Oh, yes, of course master Thalltrax,” she said with a smile. “Your roses are thriving quite well under their current nutrition regimen. In fact, I had come to collect another sample from you just now to continue their current fertilization.

Rue's memories were now clear. She was her master's miracle worker, growing all manner of food and flowers for him since he had arrived in her life. He had proposed to her that his seed was the best fertilizer for all plants on God's green earth, and charitably provided seed when requested. Both benefited from the relationship. Rue gave the plants the best nutrition she could muster, and Thalltrax received bountiful harvests in return.

“Of course, my little Faun,” you cooed, pulling your loincloth aside, letting your erection loose for your new adorable gardener.

Rue clapped her hands in delight and quickly sank to her knees, eagerly taking you in her mouth. She sucked your rod with the skills she now believed she developed over years of sample collecting, and it was quite pleasant to feel. You reclined back in your bed and smiled, eager to give the faun what she came here for.