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Filename: wendria9.txt
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story_codes: Tentacles/g(4), f/g, cons

story_intro: A return to the Gilchrest Academy, where one very little girl named Gracie who had witnessed the disappearance of another student becomes the object of desire from an older student. Unwittingly, the older girl who seduces Gracie makes her an object of desire in turn for the mysterious creatures who control the girls' school.


story_language: English





Wendria: Story 9 - A Little Giving

Written by madvlad


	Charlotte set down her sketch pad and sighed. At only fifteen, she was one of the Gilchrest Academy's finest artists that anyone could remember. Already, some of her work was in galleries in both of the Vespana continents as well as Anglia, Languedoc, and Cadiz. And she dreamed of attending galas honoring her work in even more far-flung exotic places such as Muscovy, Etruscany, and Hokkaido.

	But of late, her dreams had been of Camilla, the ten year-old who had been her favorite painting subject but was now lost to her until she returned as an adult. Shortly before the girl had been selected for The Giving, Charlotte had been slowly seducing her. While affairs between students were not prevalent, they were not unheard of and other students and faculty alike let things be where they were in private. Charlotte's desire for a young girl untouched by the even the barest hint of ripeness from puberty still remained although her dear Camilla was gone.

	Oddly enough, Camilla's best friend and roommate, Francine, also left the school around the time of The Giving. Although no official explanation had been offered, it was widely assumed that the studious Francine had been taken in by a mentor with one of the research guilds. Charlotte had received a few offers from some of the art patrons but had politely declared her preference to remain at Gilchrest until her graduation.

	Tucking her pad into the satchel that contained her pencils, Charlotte wandered about the sun-dappled yards of the academy until she found herself in an area where the preschoolers were romping about in their pastel pinafores. As it was a beautiful day, the tykes had been allowed to remove their shoes and stocking. Now they squealed happily as the soft grass tickled their tiny bare feet. 

	Then she noticed on girl by herself on her hands and knees in a garden as she peered into a grate set into the side of the main building. From her vantage point, Charlotte could see light brown curls of hair on the girl's back and a plump little bottom pressing from beneath the plain white panties since the girl's dress was hiked up.

	"Hello!" the little girl called into the grate.

	"Are you looking for garden gnomes?" Charlotte teased.

	The girl turned around, her light blue eyes wide as she addressed the newcomer.

	"I wanna see the Ben-if-i-cent," she said, carefully drawing out the word. 

	Charlotte believed, as generations of students had done before her, that the Beneficent were a society of wealthy and learned people who discreetly supported the Gilchrest Academy. It was a belief that was cultivated by hints from an equal number of generations of teachers. 

	"I don't think they live in the basement," Charlotte laughed.

	"They do," the tot insisted. "And they give little girls rides."

	"I'm sorry, but Gracie here seems determined," a woman's voice said.

	Charlotte turned to see a dark-haired young woman smiling at them both. Lucille Celwyn had just returned from her decade with the Beneficent and was, for now, serving on the faculty. Although Charlotte was generally considered to be a bit pretty, she felt inadequate before the elegant young woman. Charlotte stroked her long blonde plait, a style that was simple to fix and maintain, self-consciously as Miss Celwyn's brunette locks fluttered serenely in the breeze. 

	"I've never met a girl so insistent on meeting the Beneficent," Lucille explained.

	"Oh, I'm sure she means no disrespect," Charlotte managed, cringing as she thought her voice sounded too squeaky. 

	"Certainly not!" Lucille laughed as her eyes caught sight of Charlotte's art bag. "Perhaps Gracie would like to sit for a portrait instead of crawling around grates?"

	Gracie thought that was quite fun and skipped over to Charlotte's side. As she held the four year-old's soft little hand in her own, Charlotte felt a flutter and regarded the angelic child. Charlotte's own thoughts were slightly less angelic as she took the girl into the woods for a suitable place. 

	As Lucille watched them go, the voices of the Beneficent spoke inside her head.

	[The little curious one seeks us, still]

	[We are intrigued]

	"I'm worried, though," Lucille said silently. "She is too young to understand. And surely she can't breed yet."

	[But she can know pleasure even if she cannot yet become gravid]

	[You, like the other chosen ones, did not understand at first, either]

	Lucille shuddered with a delicious thrill at the memory of her Giving day. Of course she had been startled and just a bit scared but that quickly passed. She knew the Beneficent would never harm a child but had misgivings about one so young as Gracie being offered. But she also had the quandary of the child knowing that something was afoot and didn't know how to deal with it. Perhaps Gracie would outgrow this fascination.

	Her concerns were read by those in touch with her mind.

	[We will not take her unless she is ready to be pleasured]

	[But her curiosity is so strong]

	[And so tempting]

	Lucille heard a rustling and saw the tip of a tentacle sliding from inside the grate as it if it were a tongue tasting the air.

	Charlotte chose a place in the woods she liked. From late morning to early afternoon, the sunlight came in through shafts filtered by the high tree tops and added perfect lighting effects for her subjects. This was where she first took Camilla and now had Gracie seated on a large rock smoothed by centuries of rain while she sketched her.

	Endowed with the typical patience of four year-olds, Gracie frequently slid from her perch and trotted to Charlotte so she could check on the progress of her portrait. Charlotte didn't mind as she enjoyed the contact with Gracie as the girl leaned against her to view the work. Impressed with what she saw, Gracie then scampered back to the rock each time to pose for a while longer. 
When she was finally done, Charlotte returned with Gracie in time for luncheon. Mrs. Le May, one of the preschool matrons, was quite enchanted with the pencil drawing. 

	"She would make a lovely wood nymph," the woman exclaimed.

	"I was thinking along that same thing," Charlotte replied as Gracie plopped at the low table next to a little blonde girl and started chattering about her picture. "I've had other girls sit for nudes before but I was not sure how to ask Gracie because of her age."

	"That would be charming," Mrs. Le May replied. "There's certainly nothing scandalous about it and I've seen your other work in that vein - all quite tastefully done. As Gracie is an orphan, all you would need is my permission and please consider it given."

	The next day, Gracie was once again seated on her rock but this time with a soft blanket under her to make it more comfortable against her bare skin. Gracie had no reluctance to having her clothing removed and seemed to be more serene like this as she sat for longer spells while her naked figure was captured on paper. 

	The beams of sunlight caressed to tot, highlighting the areas where some of her silky curls brushed down over the smooth skin of her shoulders and upper chest. In the subtle shadows, the little girl's milk-white figure nearly glowed, giving Charlotte excellent definition of the preschooler's soft curves. 

	When she was done, she had her angel of nature perfectly done with the eyes wide and innocent. Gracie was seated at an angle with one leg slightly bent to conceal her vulva. While perfectly "tasteful" in Mrs. Le May's words, it was slightly titillating to Charlotte and others like her who might view it and consider the barely hidden treasure while admiring the rest of the girl.

	When Mrs. Le May and several other teachers saw it, they encouraged Charlotte to paint Gracie in full color. Charlotte readily agreed while secretly wondering which of the women saw simply the cute little girl and which had a different interest like hers.

	It was overcast the following day when Charlotte carried her paints into the woods. The light was not what she wanted but she stripped Gracie anyway. Then she asked her if she'd like a special reward for being such a good model.

	"But this is something that stays between the artist and the model," Charlotte cautioned the girl. "You mustn't tell your friends or teachers."

	Giddy with the excitement of a special secret, Gracie readily agreed. Charlotte spread the blanket on the ground and had Gracie sit there. Selecting an especially soft-haired brush, Charlotte sat beside her and lightly brushed Gracie on the nose with it before kissing her there. Then she did both cheeks with brush and lips. Gracie laughed, not understanding that her seduction had begun.

	After Charlotte brushed Gracie's lips, she kissed her on the mouth, holding there before slipping her tongue inside. She was careful, only invading the tot's mouth to make tip-to-tip contact with the other's tongue. But when she was done, Charlotte saw that Gracie was very still and breathing heavily. She might not know what was happening, but the child understood that this was something out of the ordinary.

	The paint brush teased at the pale pink nipples on the preschooler's chest. Shivering with pleasure, Gracie liked how the touches made her dots feel hard. But when the teen sucked on them, Gracie moaned and wrapped her arms around Charlotte's head to maintain the pleasure. After Charlotte finally moved away from her chest, Gracie murmured her disappointment that it had stopped before the brush strokes over her puffy little quim silenced her.

	Gracie liked it there as the bristles caressed her smooth, plump cunny. With two fingers, Charlotte spread the miniature labia and brushed inside before Gracie cooed and wriggled. 

	"Lie down, baby angel," Charlotte whispered as she guided the younger girl to a prone position.

	While Gracie lay still, Charlotte lowered her head between the small, open thighs and lovingly brought her lips and tongue to the places where the brush had just been. The four year-old's hairless pussy was enveloped by the teen's mouth while her slit was pushed open by a hungrily questing tongue. 

	Having had the touches in her mouth and on her chest end too soon for her liking, Gracie pulled Charlotte's head against her and held on tightly while her virgin snatch was pleasured for the first time. The tender flesh of her tiny sex was plaint in the older girl's mouth and Gracie trembled at how she felt down there.

	Charlotte made a low, lustful growl when she tasted the first trickle of the child's nectar. To be so young and yet aroused! Spurred on by the response of her tiny lover's body, Charlotte sucked and probed all the harder. Gracie's peeps and moans added to the harmonies of the birds and other wood creatures as her succulent little mound heated and poured its gift into Charlotte's insistent mouth. 

	When the orgasm struck, Gracie squeaked and bucked her little hips as she hunched against the older girl's mouth. The explosions made her body jerk and she felt as if her baby twat was melting in the aftermath as Charlotte sucked her bursting juices away. After it passed, Gracie stretched luxuriously on the soft blanket while Charlotte slid up next to her.

	Planting light, random kisses on Gracie's face, Charlotte traced her fingers over the little girl's naked form. Gracie had no shame nor did she need at as her body was exposed to the nature surrounding them.

	"It wasn't right for painting today," Charlotte said to Mrs. Le May when they returned. "But we had fun, anyway. Gracie loves the woods."

	"Anything to explore is right for her," the woman laughed as she sent Gracie down the hall to one of the preschool activity rooms. 

	Neither Charlotte nor Mrs. Le May heard the scrape of a floor grate around the corner but Gracie did and she darted down a side corridor. Perhaps the Beneficent would give her a ride - and after all of the fun she had just had in the woods! Unknown to her, her still-damp cunny had been sensed and signaled those who waited that she was indeed ready.

	Peering into the darkness of the open space, Gracie was unafraid as she called out to whoever was there to come and play. The response was quick and Gracie only managed a surprised peep as the tentacle wrapped around her before she was pulled down. Moments later, the grate was slid back into place.

	Lucille Celwyn was writing a letter when she suddenly stopped as she felt what had happened.

	"Oh my," she whispered.

	[This little one is not frightened]

	[Good]

	[Yes]

	[Are others so young like her? With no fear?]

	[Likely not]

	[And she will be the only one this young that we shall have]

	[And we will promise]

	[And we keep our promises]

	[Too young to breed?]

	[We will learn]

	[But she already has known pleasure, this one so young]

	[And let us teach her more]

	[Now]

	Gracie was naked again. This time, she was being held aloft instead of being pressed to a blanket. A tentacle coiled firmly around her middle while thinner ones slid around her arms and legs. But what made her squirm was the one rubbing between her legs. Her happy place was drooling again and the appendage working there slathered her fluids all over. 

	Her plump, tiny toes were wriggling fiercely which attracted more attention. Slender tentacles attached themselves there and Gracie giggled as each one of her little piggies was sucked. When two more of the same type fastened themselves to her chest, her laughter faded to softer sounds as her nipples were enveloped and gently tugged as if being milked. Thread-like things pierced the center of the tot's stiffened niplets, entering through the aperture where one day the little girl would give milk and sliding in and out. 

	Gracie grunted as her breasts puffed as a parody of intercourse played out both on the inside and outside of each tiny nugget of pink. When her head fell back weakly, her mouth gaped open. A tentacle went inside, filling her throat. For a second, she jerked but then lost the need to breathe. Like the things working at her chest, this one moved rhythmically inside.

	Something was pressing between bubbly little buttocks and Gracie's vocal chords vibrated against the sliding thing in her throat as her anus dilated hugely. Twisting, the tentacle invaded the preschooler's bottom, enlarging her anal tubing and adding another avenue of copulation to the warm little creature.

	When another sucking tendril burrowed into her clitoral hood, Gracie wanted to squirm again but was being held too strongly. Her limbs were being massaged by the things holding them. Her tiny button was then sucked by the tendril and all she could do is roll her eyes and whimper with a lust she didn't fully understand. 

	All that remained untouched was behind the chubby slit between her widely spread legs. The bald little mound bulged open as the earlier tentacle, now coated with Gracie's juices, thrust into the innocent portal and deflowered the four year-old. Grossly stretched, the slippery baby twat tunnel hugged the thing penetrating it. The fluids that oozed from the thing softened the child's cervix and not long after, the preschooler experienced complete penetration in her sex as the thick flesh thrust into her tiny womb and made her tummy swell.

	Gracie's world shrank to the meat stroking in and out of her compact form; filling her throat, making her tiny breasts bloat, plumbing her oven-like ass, and corkscrewing in and out of her soupy little honeypot. With heavy sloshing noises, the tentacles ravished the dainty but now stretched openings of the four year-old.

	A series of orgasms ripped through the helpless tyke who felt her body pulse outward and back with the synchronized thrusts invading her slick and fleshy little places. The tentacles responded with huge ejaculations that made the members buried inside the little girl expand as thick, heated jism raced through them. Gracie's innards were awash with tentacle sperm that inflated her like a lewd little balloon. 

	Although it had only been a week since her new life began, Francine knew that she, like Camilla, was already pregnant. She wasn't really showing yet but when she ran a hand over her belly, she could detect the beginning of a firm curve as her newly ripe, preteen body fulfilled a purpose. Camilla was lying next to her in the comfort of the silken chamber where they and the other young mothers-to be rested when they weren't engaged with their hosts.

	She noticed something moving in a passageway that opened into the room but yet she and the other girls - teens and preteens - were all in here. It was someone quite small and she was not the only one to make a surprised exclamation when a girl with long curly hair toddled into the room. 

	"Toddled" aptly described her walking as the still glistening fluids all over her crotch and legs spoke of her recent activities. More of it was on her face and chest and Francine knew there would be more all over her little rump. The girl was understandably weary but not in any distress and she approached. When Camilla lifted a welcoming arm, the child snuggled between her and Francine.  

	A few of the others came over and made a fuss over their new little "sister". 

	"First we had the two of you at once," a pleasant fourteen year-old named Theresa said in her musical voice. "And now this. What a cute little surprise she is."

	Gracie smiled at all of those looking at her and rested her head against Francine's side where the beginning of a milk-filled breast was blooming on the ten year-old's chest.

	"They said I can't be a mommy yet," Gracie told her new admirers. "But I can practice so I can be a good mommy later."

	The others laughed and one of the older teens leaned in and kissed Gracie on the nose.

	"You can never practice too much," she said.

	When Charlotte came for Gracie the next day, Mrs. Le May met her and took her aside. 

	"Apparently, some of Gracie's extended family finally made contact," the woman explained with a note of sympathy. "I'm afraid she left us last night but do know she will be loved and cherished."

	Charlotte numbly nodded. First Camilla was chosen for the Giving and now Gracie had some lost-lost family claim her. Physical attraction aside, she had loved Camilla and was growing quite fond of Gracie. As she was starting to leave, something tugged her dress.

	Charlotte turned and found herself staring at an elfin-faced blonde girl who was a little smaller than Gracie. She recalled seeing the two of them together whenever she came for Gracie and they always sat next to each other when Gracie returned for lunch.

	"I'm Winnie," the little girl said as she stared at Charlotte with curious green and gold eyes. "I'm three and almost a half. Did you drawed Gracie's picture?"

	"Draw," Charlotte said, automatically correcting the grammar before answering the question. "Yes I did."

	"Can you drawed my picture?" Winnie asked.

	Charlotte glanced over at Mrs. Le May.

	"Winnie's a foundling and had been with us for over two years," the woman whispered. "She won't be going away anytime soon. She's a bit shy but bonded well with Gracie. I think both of you could use a new friend."

	Charlotte extended a hand toward the girl.

	"I know a great place in the woods," the teen said.

	Giving her a shy grin, Winnie took two of Charlotte's fingers in her tiny hand - the most she could manage to hold in her grasp. Together, they walked across the lawn and disappeared into the trees.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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