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A Happy Ending
By : bigpeople80099
Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe
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Fakir stayed in Karon’s cottage by the lake at the edge of town. A few paces from Karon’s blacksmithing shop.

At 21 years of age Fakir had graduated from GoldCrowne Dance Academy and joined the town’s most successful troupe. Though he was their revered male ballerina, stealing the female’s glory which was rare for the art form, his performances were rare too. He never traveled with the troupe and no one knew why. That was until, one day a cherry headed beauty appeared out of thin air.

His students at GoldCrowne, his coworkers in the troupe and the curious townspeople assumed he was a widower who, unable to deal with loss, indulged in ornithology and fairytales. The tight lipped Autor could be swindled out of information if a dark haired beauty inquired.. . .

That he was somehow related to Karon because Karon said so and once in a blue moon, a man in need of a sharpening would find Fakir in the smithing shop, mindlessly inform his wife or daughter of the boy only to be upended by his listener’s frenetic interest.

Fakir was mysterious nevertheless, he existed. He went places. He had a schedule. So, where had she come from? This beach at sunset, full figured angel with hair of pink valentine liquor, struck the townspeople. Had his wife returned from the dead? That waterfowl he fancied, had the handsome man’s kiss turned her into a princess? Nonsense! Still. This young woman’s soulful eyes captured their sympathies. Wherever the minx was hidden, she materialized in the story of a knight.
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A wizened war hardened knight came to Karon’s shop with a mighty hangover. He took a seat by the door. The knight riled the implacable feathers of the blacksmith. The knight had visions of fighting in a smith-shop, testing the metal of a man who burnt and bent the tough shit all day.
A soft knock on the door followed by Karon’s bark to come in. The knight was getting under the smith’s skin, baring his teeth in pride.
A petite woman barely holding a bucket of water clutzed inside the door. Her voice was piercing and sing-songy. A voice like a dinner bell. A voice like an angel.

“Good morning Karon! Well, good morning for the fourth time. Today is just so beautiful and it’s still morning, what a great day! Sorry sorry I just let my mouth run, where would you like me to put this?”.
“You should dump it on that guy’s head. He has a hot one. And if he keeps it up, he can take his busted sword and get the hell out”.

Karon challenged his customer who lost all the fight in him once the angel set her eyes on him. How could a stranger’s gaze evoke such profound hope? The murky waters in his head cleared and looking at her felt like drinking from the fountain of youth.
“Sir?”. She queried the knight. She then did something funny. Holding the large wooden bucket she squatted so she was eye level with the knight.

“You have a hot head? Are you sick? I could make you a cup of tea or even get you a cup of water if that’ll help at all”.
For the first time since he could recall the knight was tongue tied. She was just, breath-taking.
“Sir?”, she asked.
“Na-no! I’m fine lass, i’m fine. Karon”. The knight stood up. “I apologize for my behavior. I’m not meself today. I’ll be back for my sword”.
The knight takes the bucket from Ahiru’s hands and places it where he thought a blacksmith might like a big bucket of water”. He stands in front of the girl and she is so small, he isn’t sure why he wants to pick her up in his arms but damn, he really wants to.
“And if someone as beautiful as this claims it’s a damn good day, then hell, I gotta see it”.

He hit the bar and sang like a minstrel. Gossip hit the town like a mudslide.

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Ahiru wanted to take up ballet again. Even if she would never be in a troupe, she wouldn’t be Ahiru without pursuing the thing she loved . Fakir wanted her futile dreams to end. For once, for Ahiru to have something that could be hers entirely. That would not mock, fail her or display her ineptitude. In every way, she was remarkable. She was the best person he had ever known and had spent the majority of her life as a waterfowl.

The appearance of Fakir’s loved ones did not matter. If Fakir loved you,he’d love you as a boy, a raven king, a klutzy girl with an immaculate heart and voice shrill as a bell. Even a duck. He loved every form his loved ones took whole-heartedly. Never preferential to one form over another. What mattered to Fakir was the bond. The connection.

Ahiru returning to her true form as a duck had drawbacks , but they were manageable. She still possessed the soul of the girl who freed them from Drosselmyer’s story with a performance more powerful than anything Fakir could do.. he couldn’t imagine a life where he wasn’t beside her.

Looking at her now in an empty practice room in the academy; her B-C cup breasts, figure glass shape, plump rump that fit perfectly with her round and shapely thighs. . .

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Fakir mused that he may have had a preference all along. He wondered about that when he took her to the market to fetch her a unitard. The shopkeep had seen one of his infrequent performances in town and assumed that the starlet was a new addition. Maybe a female worthy of being his dance companion. Ahiru quickly waved off the idea, saying that she was in no way fit to be his partner and that Fakir was in a league all of his own.
The shopkeeper took her around the store, fighting her for slippers and holding unitards up to her skin and seeing which color complemented her best.

Ahiru’s words made him feel lonely. She was never skilled in ballet. Nor was she going to catch up to his level. But to hear it spoken from her mouth, hurt. Damn if it is true or not
He wanted Ahiru to believe that they were equals. He wanted to hear her admit she was in a special league, and he was the lucky bastard who fought to be in that league beside her. Because that was the truth. He wasn’t special, she was.

Fakir may have had a preference. It was Ahiru. It only took a few years missing the living hell out of Ahiru’s freckled face to realize it though.
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It was ridiculous how perfect her body was.

Female ballerinas would loathe the body she had. Girls were binding their chests as soon as they started to develop. Restricting sugar and fat in their diets, running marathons to stave off meat wads like Ahiru’s. Wads that bobbed as if they were suspended in water while Ahiru touched her toes. And that ass!!? Career killer.

Looking like that, it’d be easier to be a model than a ballerina.

Fakir suspected he always preferred his women . . voluptuous. He had some women like her come his way and he turned them down. He was a red-blooded man. His coworkers didn’t rile him up and, with ballet practice, rewriting Drosselmyer’s stories with happy endings, helping Karon when necessary and attending to his beloved duck companion; he easily forgot he had blood at all.
The few times he was struck with desire, his longings for Mytho evaporated, he would imagine what Ahiru would look like now. He never honed in on her body. He enraptured himself with visions of her warmth, her voice, her blushing at his relentless teasing of her. . . Until he found release.

So standing in the massive practice room with her . . . yelping, from stretching. Was seriously testing his self-control. She’s a student, in need of a lot of instruction . Fakir offered to help her with the basics; stretching and whatnot. But seeing her bend and jiggle, those little sounds of exertion were direly sexy to him.

Ahiru was in first position when Fakir adjusted her hip. He held her down so she could root her weight into her flat arches. She had to get used to the sensation again. Instead of obeying him, Ahiru began swaying ever so slightly. Forwards and backwards . Fakir pressed his finger pads into the side of her hip to steady her, only for her to yelp in turn.

Fakir frowns deeply and closes his eyes. ‘Is she, fucking with me right now?’.
Ahiru notes the disgruntled expression on her best friend’s face and says
“Fakir I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t move, it's just your hand is burning me. It’s really so hot I thought If I moved a little it would cool off”.
Fakir continues to glare at her. His hand is still firmly on her hip and now she leans into it. She sticks her butt out so it nearly brushes him then, wiggles , to shake him off of her. It works.

His whole body slackens.
“Fakir I’m sorry! I know your time is really important! I also know it’s upsetting you that I keep, wasting your time or something. But I don’t know why it’s like this when you touch me. Whenever the teacher touches me I don’t feel anything like this at all. In fact, their hands are pretty cold so it makes me want to try harder !”

Fakir does not like hearing that.

“Someone else touched you? Where?”
Fakir stalks her until her back hits the barre. Ahiru looks at him with big wide eyes.
“Fa-Fakir?”.
He slams his hands in the barre on either side of Ahiru. Making her yelp . Fakir contains his satisfaction at making her jump.
“Ahiru. Who is touching you, and where?”
“Fa- Fakir?”. Ahiru gulps. “What are you upset about, it’s just the teacher and sometimes my classmates will help center my gravity so I don’t fall and-“
Fakir picks her up by her thighs,
‘God she’s so light’ he thinks. Fakir sits her on the bar. He pins her there with his hips, her legs elongated over the crevices of Fakir’s elbows.

Ahiru starts squawking and blushing. Fakir may love teasing her more than teaching her ballet. It was a close call.

“FAKIR?! WHAT’S - WHAT ARE YOU !! FAKI-“
“Ahiru” Fakir states deadly calm and quietly. It contrasts so greatly with how she is acting it seems louder than her panicked shouting.
“I hate to hear that someone is touching you other than me”.
“Bu-bu but Fakir! They have to help me or I won’t learn”.
Fakir looks down. ‘Crestfallen’ Ahiru thinks. She is just about to apologize when Fakir says,
“You’re mistaken Ahiru”.

Fakir slides his hands under her thighs. Ahiru instinctively jumps at the sensation. He traces shapes on her thighs. Triangles, circles, hearts. So intimate. He toys with pressure and pace, his hand haunting the curve of her ass.

Ahiru moans. It’s a foreign sensation and she feels embarrassed. But she can only react to the onslaught of Fakir’s. Ahiru knew magic. Fakir’s touch burned her with a heat necessary to produce a star.
“Fakiiiiiiiir” she whines.
“I am the only one who can touch you”. He roughly grabs her ass and she shouts out in pleasure. Such an honest girl. As vocal in intimacy as she was in every aspect of her life. Fakir was rock hard and loved the thrill of playing with his little duck.

He continued to fondle her thighs until he decided it was time to drive his point home. Well not really. Right now she was squirming. Her breasts bounced immodestly. He doubted Ahiru even knew what a killer body she had, and even less knowledge about how it would bring out the perverts in everyone. Including him. He wanted to see her thrashing and hear what kind of noises he could rip from her throat. Striking his horny self into oblivion.

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl. You’re mine . . and I don’t want anyone to touch you”.
Ahiru’s eyes were watering with signs of her pleasure. Fakir rested his forearms on the barre cupping an ass cheek in each hand, her hamstrings resting entirely on his forearms.

Ahiru vibrated up and down, like there was a strong wind and she was a cat hanging onto a tree branch. Her eyes popped open than Fakir had ever seen then, her eyelids fluttered half closed. Her mouth made a perfect “O” shape before uttering his name as if he were a deity she worshiped.

Perhaps he was, and if so, Fakir was merciless with his follower. He needed demonstration of greater acts of worship for him to bless her with release.
She was trembling in his arms.
Suddenly Ahiru curled in her legs so they were bundled in front of her.
She began chanting his name “Fakir, Fakir Fakir”.
“Am I burning you again, Ahiru?”
She nodded her head. “Yes” came out as a breathy whisper.

Fakir wanted her to come. Virgins only needed some attention to climax. This may have been a new intimacy for them but from the looks of her, he bet she was close.
“Ahiru? I want you to cross your legs and think of me. Feel me here, making you hot. Burning you up”.
After a shrill enduring moan, Ahiru followed his instructions. Fakir can no longer hold back his devilish smile. He is so turned on just holding her, and the bobbing she’s doing on his arms is heaven. Plus he gets a full range of her ass which is just heaven. It beat all of the boney asses he ever touched combined. But it was unfair to compare Ahiru to anyone. She’d win by a long shot every time.

Ahiru crossed her legs, still being suspended by Fakir’s arms in the barre. Her face is flushed and she is breathing erratically.
“You’re mine Ahiru”.
Ahiru feels it. When she crosses her legs she’s able to increase the friction and her pleasure. All the heat Fakir was branding on her was pooling in her lap and it was making her crazy.
“Only I touch you. Do you like it?”
“YES”!
“Do you ?”
“YES !! FAKIR YES!!” She moans uproariously and wantonly. Ahiru is bouncing so wildly on his arms that she lets go of the barre and wraps her arms around his neck. She bounces off of his forearms and is in dead space for a moment before colliding against his groin. Her leotard is soaking wet at her core and Fakir groans at the touch.

He starts losing his head as Ahiru grinds against him, he can’t help but lunge back. Ahiru’s head is thrown back and her hair spilling from her bun from their animation. To access better friction she falls off the bar, not even considering Fakir holding her only thinking of ascending this peak Fakir has introduced her to.

Fakir grabs her ass and back and allowing her to grind and pound into him.
“Ah- Ahiru”.
“FAA~KIIIIIIR”.
Their thin slippery unitards add to the pleasurable sensations, Ahiru’s slit finds the perfect part of his cock to land on. It feels like he’s going to penetrate her and that makes her flail like a banshee.
“Holy fuck”. Fakir was not anticipating Ahiru being so lust crazed that she would turn the tables on him like this.
She was bouncing on the head of his cock deliciously. His precum was saturating his unitard and her juices were only making it worse, or better. The material created a delicious barrier of friction and anticipation for their partner’s body. Ahiru was lost whereas Fakir considered how much better it would feel naked but how miserable it would be to step away from the panting, shouting whimpering Ahiru just to take his clothes off.
“Ahiru, grab .. grab the barre”. Fakir said between pants. She did as told so part of her upper body was helped up by her own strength.

Fakir chooses to reassert himself more as a need to end this pleasurably for them both before he rips off their clothes and they have to run home in the nude.

He grabs her hips and pounds her into him. Ahiru’s eyes burst open again and she lets out a long shout of pleasure. God could she get any hotter??
Fakir digs his cock into her pussy. Moving it back and forth against her slit to maximize her pleasure. He restricts her movement so all the pleasure begins building in that one sweet spot. As Ahiru is guided into deeper pits of ectasy by Fakir, she leans so he can see her look of ecstasy from her reflection in the mirror.

He continues rubbing himself against her, slowing the pace to warm her up then fast to make her jump and holler. Admittedly he’s been getting more aroused than expected from This foreplay. He’d come too if it wouldn’t ruin his leotard, and If this was about his pleasure. But this was all for Ahiru. And hell seeing his little princess scream and shout for him, was one hundred times better than coming.

She is riding the wave and he knows what will push her over the summit. He pulls her down and deeply into his cock, holding her there to curate slowly to the spots she likes, this elicits a shuddering whimper from the girl. He slaps her ass again and again until she climaxes.

She lets out a final howl of his name
“FAA~KIIIIIIR”. Then slackens. Fakir manages to cradle her before her head cracks in the ground. She cuddles into him and despite climaxing, continues to moan
“Ah, ah, ah , ah”.
Fakir asks “why are you making those sounds Ahiru?”
She doesn’t stop but says in between her titillating pants “So good, ooh so good, Faaaaakiiiir ~”. She continues mewling and carrying on like the perfect sex kitten before
She falls asleep.

Fakir is beyond pleased with himself and can’t wait to bring his ballerina home and finish himself off with the sweet lasting memories of this moment
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A Happy Ending	By : bigpeople80099 Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Lemon in the second chapter

A Happy Ending