A water sprite is a mythical entity that lives in bodies of water and is composed entirely of water. Such a situation is impossible in the real world. That's why the creature is mythological. Don't even bother reading all of the mythologies to find out about water sprites either; they've got several bits and pieces of a water sprite's nature wrong.
Water sprites exist in either an active state or a dormant state. In the active state, a water sprite can exist for several decades without proper nourishment before it must revert to a dormant state. What very few people know is that water sprites require a human soul to continue existing in an active state.
Perhaps the phrase 'human soul' isn't quite the proper term. It is the very essence, the living being, that a water sprite requires. For best effect, it must be given freely - a self sacrifice that almost never happens.
"Hey, Paul, I heard you're draining that pond of yours."
"Yeah, that's right, Ralph. Ever since that Olsen kid disappeared, the county's been hounding me to do something about it. I don't need it as a watering hole for the cattle and it's too muddy to swim in. Just a breeding place for mosquitoes mostly."
"They never did find the Olsen boy, huh? Wasn't his clothes scattered all over the place? Like there was some kind of struggle or something?"
"No, that's not right at all. People 'round here spread rumors faster than the wind blows, gosh darn it. I'm the one that found his belongings myself. His clothes was neatly folded and stacked on top of his backpack. It was only his boxers that was found on the other side, like maybe the wind had blown them there or something."
"So where do you suppose the body is?"
"Who knows? The state police sent down divers but they said it was so muddy that they could be six inches away from the body and not see it. Perhaps we'll find it after all the water's out."
Brian Olsen was feeling quite miserable as he pondered how completely unfair life was. He had deliberately missed the school bus so that he could take the time to walk home. It was over ten miles and it would be almost dark by the time he got there, but he really didn't care. Nor did he care how furious his dad would be to find out that the cows wouldn't get milked or the chickens and pigs fed.
Brian climbed over a fence that would allow him to cut across Paul Meyer's range land. By taking a diagonal, it would reduce his distance by about a mile. Way off to the left he could see Mr. Meyer's farmstead before a grove of trees cut off the view.
As Brian trudged homeward, he recollected the incident that had happened at school earlier that day. In the shower after P.E. class, John and Mike had begun pestering him, pinching a nipple, grabbing his butt, calling him names like "pretty girl" and "cocksucker".
When Brian had tried to escape, they had squeezed Brian between the two of them. That's when Brian got an erection. Brian couldn't help it that he had fantasies about both John and Mike. He had fantasies about several of the other boys too.
After that, every boy in the locker room joined in, calling him "queer" and "faggot" and "gay". Brian struggled to get to his locker, but they all kept blocking his way, not even letting him get a towel. And his erection just wouldn't go away. Brian had been in tears before they finally relented and went away.
Brian didn't see how he could ever go back to school again. He knew that from now on, the taunts would just keep getting worse. Besides, he felt fairly certain that the next time he got into the shower with them, he'd get another erection.
At that point, Brian reached the pond that covered about two acres of Paul Meyer's property. He took off his backpack and dropped it on the ground. He sat down and let a wave of self pity swamp him.
"Why, God? Why am I so different from everyone else? Why can't I just be normal? Why does everyone have to hate me so much?" Tears were streaming down his face as sobs wracked his body.
Brian had no definite plan as he took off his clothes. He stacked them neatly on top of his backpack, and wearing nothing but his boxers, he walked toward the pond. He certainly wasn't thinking of suicide as he was too good a swimmer to drown.
Most of the pond was surrounded by range grass right up to the water. The place where Brian approached was dry dirt up to about two feet away from the water. As he stepped closer to the water, Brian felt the cool mud ooze between his toes.
The water was cool, but not cold. Still, as Brian walked deeper into the pond, the chill took his breath away as it covered his hips. He continued further until the water was up to his armpits. He wasn't even close to the middle of the pond.
Brian stood there wondering why he had even bothered to get into the pond. The water was filthy with algae covering the surface. He could feel the underwater vegetation that seemed almost as high as his knees. He thought of retreating, but he couldn't seem to turn around. He didn't even know if he wanted to turn around.
It was then that Brian felt a small eddy of warm water swirl against his right leg. That roused Brian's attention and his interest. He moved toward the right and the swirl of water grew stronger. The thought crossed Brian's mind that the brush of water as it swirled up and down and around his legs was similar to what he imagined it would feel like to have a lover caress him.
Brian continued to move toward the direction of the swirling water. Soon it was pushing against his boxers. On the spur of the moment, Brian decided to pull off his boxers, ducking his head momentarily under the water to pull them off. He wadded them up and threw them toward the shore where his other clothes were. He watched as they fell into the water about three feet from the shore. From there, they drifted slowly across the water.
Brian quickly decided that he could do without the boxers so he ignored them rather than try to chase after them. Instead he concentrated on the feelings that surged through his body as the warm current of water brushed against his body with ever increasing force.
It did not take long for Brian to get an erection. At the same time, he could feel the water thrusting against his poop chute over and over. Without even realizing it, Brian had been slowly moving into deeper water which now swirled to the bottom of his chin.
Brian edged deeper into the water, standing on his tiptoes to keep the water out of his mouth, his arms out at his sides to help him maintain balance. He felt the water flow into him as it finally succeeded in penetrating his bottom.
Brian was too lost in his own sexual feelings to think about how absurd it would be for an eddy of swirling water to push its way into his butthole. Nor did he give it a second thought as the water thrust its way in and out, stimulating his prostate gland and bringing him ever closer to orgasm.
The water swirled around Brian's neck in a way that was just as erotic as being kissed on the neck. The water swirled around his whole body, caressing him tenderly everywhere at once. The water stroked his erection. It penetrated him over and over from behind.
Brian lowered his mouth into the water and felt the water's tender kisses on his lips. At first he resisted the water's pressure to pass between his lips, but then he allowed even that, holding his breath as water entered his mouth.
The thrusting of the water into his rear reached a crescendo, and as an orgasm shuddered through his body, Brian Olsen leaned backward into the embrace of the only lover he had ever known.