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The two fairies sprawled on one of the narrow beds in their tiny hotel room, sharing a disheartened silence.
“I don’t get this planet,” Tecna said at last. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “The citizens’ behavior makes no sense. They know we are here to help them, so why won’t they listen?”
“Wildover has a unique, often-misunderstood culture,” said Flora, reading from her travel pamphlet.
Tecna made a face. “Unique is certainly right. You I get, with your nature powers. But why would the Oracle send me? The planet runs on prehistoric technology. My tablet can’t even pick up a signal out here!” She crumpled her own copy of the travel pamphlet into a ball and tossed it into the trash can. “I feel naked in the worst way.”
“Naked?” Flora hummed thoughtfully to herself as she skimmed the rest of the pamphlet. Something about the word had triggered the ghost of a memory from her planetary history class at Alfea.
“Well, yeah. This is the longest I’ve been offline since the Omega Dimension,” Tecna said, and suddenly Flora had it.
“That’s it!” Flora rocketed to her feet, startling her friend so much that Tecna nearly fell off the bed. “I know how we can earn the citizens’ respect. Omegix!”
“Omegix?” Tecna repeated. Her voice sounded flat and dismissive, but Tecna defaulted to flat and dismissive.
Flora pressed on. “Yes! It’s one of two legendary transformations the fairies of Wildover used to practice. I learned about the ritual in one of my herblore classes. They took a specific blend of plants to help it along.”
Tecna drummed her fingers on her inert phone. “It’s not like I can search up a better idea. What do we need to do?”
Flora tightened her grip on the pamphlet. “Well, um, that’s where it gets complicated.”
Three hours later, Flora and Tecna met back up outside the hotel, their arms brimming with shopping bags. Flora brandished hers, beaming.
“It took some bartering, but I found nurseries with all the seedlings we needed.” She snapped her fingers, emitting a shower of green sparkles. “Now I just have to help them grow up.”
“Perfect.” Tecna’s lips were set in a thin line. If Flora didn’t know better, she’d have said her friend was nervous. But Tecna was never nervous. “You bought all the plants, and I bought…” She trailed off, rifling through one of her bags at random. “Lubricant and a collar.”
“The sexual aspects of the ritual are a symbolic reminder of Wildoveran fairies’ connection to the natural world,” said Flora. With a wave of her hand, she levitated the travel pamphlet in front of Tecna’s face. “See?”
Tecna sighed. “I see.”
Up in their room, Flora spritzed the baby plants with her special magi-fertilizer blend, then sprawled on her bed to monitor their progress.
“This is nothing like the magic rituals we have on Zenith,” said Tecna, spreading out her purchases on the other bed. “The Zenith Logistics Festival has a ceremonial outfit, of course, but it’s designed to hide stains and protect against toxic fumes.” She held up the top half of the Omegix ritual outfit. Even Flora had to admit it was little more than a glorified bra. “This is decidedly less practical.”
“Try to think of it like one of Stella’s designs,” Flora suggested. She was grateful that her complexion made it harder to tell when she was blushing. Tecna couldn’t know how much Flora wanted to see her in the outfit. “They’re almost as daring, but you always look great in them.”
Tecna frowned. “I know I have an appropriate body. That isn’t the problem. I–” She trailed off, fiddling with the end of her braid. “Never mind.” And just like that, an invisible door closed between them.
Since their college days, Tecna had grown out her pixie cut and gotten more into skirts and bows. Flora had never been sure how to talk to her about it, or even if there was something that needed to be said. The new Tecna fit in perfectly with the other guardian fairies of Magix. She usually seemed happy, but sometimes Flora caught a glimpse of something behind her friend’s eyes that suggested otherwise. Sometimes Flora remembered the blunt, unfashionable Alfea freshman she’d befriended and wondered why that girl felt like she had to hide herself away.
A cluster of red, star-shaped flowers burst into bloom in a dramatic puff of pollen. “They’re maturing,” said Flora. “We need to be ready.” She snapped her fingers in the direction of the bottle of magi-fertilizer, which spritzed the plants again. “Some of the ingredients have to be collected at very specific stages of the plants’ life cycles. I’ll keep an eye on them.”
“I’ll set up the other supplies.” Flora could hear the lingering frown in Tecna’s voice. “Flora?”
Flora turned. Tecna held a bottle of herb-infused massage oil in one hand and a butt plug in the other, its base shimmering with the telltale glow of a dormant enchantment.
“Which of these outfits should I wear?”
Flora tried not to hear the question as ‘Which of these outfits do you want me to wear?’ but that was impossible. They’d kissed once in their first year at Alfea, buzzed after some upperclassman’s party. Between Timmy and Helia, there had never been enough breathing room to talk about it. Tecna had probably forgotten the whole thing. And now they were adults, single again but different in so many ways. She couldn’t imagine broaching the subject now.
Not that the Omegix ritual cared. Better to take a stab at it while they were both still clear-headed. Flora set her jaw and took the plunge.
“That depends,” she said carefully. “It’s a… partnered transformation. Whichever we pick, we’ll have to help each other through it or it won’t work.”
“Yes, I read the pamphlet.” Flora couldn’t read Tecna’s expression.
“Right. Of course!” Flora bit her lip, struggling not to blush or stare at the butt plug or–stars forbid–let her eyes linger on Tecna’s cleavage. She pressed on. “So the Alphix fairy traditionally earns her transformation first, then uses Alphix magic to help her partner unlock Omegix. Omegix is supposed to be… harder.” The last word came out as a squeak in spite of herself. She coughed. “But, um, Alphix has more prestige. In the old days, all the crown princesses of Wildover went for Alphix.”
“I’ll go for Omegix, then,” said Tecna, as casually as if she were discussing the morning paper.
Flora’s eyes widened. She couldn’t help it. “Are you sure? The pamphlet–”
“The pamphlet says the Alphix fairy should have a strong connection to her body and the natural world,” Tecna deadpanned. “That isn’t me.”
It also says she needs to be dominant and forceful, Flora didn’t say. She nodded mutely.
“Good, we agree.” Tecna deposited the butt plug on the nightstand and clipped a set of padded cuffs to the headboard. “Is the plant supposed to do that?”
Flora wrenched her eyes away from Tecna’s ass and turned back to the row of plants. A blue-leaved tree in the middle had pulled its roots out of the pot and was trying to scuttle out the door. “Gotcha!” she cried, lassoing its trunk with a length of gardening twine. “You aren’t going anywhere until those turn purple.” The tree drooped, giving off a disappointed air.
“Right,” said Tecna, gathering the pieces of the Omegix outfit. “I’ll get changed.”
“Leave the collar.” Flora winced at the tremble in her voice. Tecna probably thought she was ridiculous. “I’m, um, supposed to be the one to put it on you. Later. For the ritual.”
“No problem.” Tecna tossed the collar back onto the bed, where it landed with a faint jingle of hardware. “Try to relax, Flora. Rituals are like programming: easy as long as you do all the steps in the right order. You’re a good guardian. This doesn’t have to mean anything else.”
Tecna’s words should have been reassuring, but somehow they had the opposite effect. Flora’s hands shook as she grated the bark of one plant, extracted the juices of another, and mashed the leaves of a third. These she combined into a fragrant orange paste, which she portioned out in globs on top of the purple leaves. A little water on the leaves’ edges sealed Flora’s concoction into a row of dumpling-like parcels. She set them up to steam on the hot plate. After that there was nothing for it but to change into her own ritual outfit.
Naturally, Tecna emerged from the bathroom the moment Flora took off her shirt. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “I’ll wait in there.”
“It’s fine,” said Flora, totally failing to sound casual. “You were going to see it eventually. See me, I mean.” Goosebumps rose on her bare chest. What was she doing?
Then Flora registered Tecna’s appearance, and everything else stopped mattering.
She had to take it in in pieces: the way the fawn-colored assless chaps hugged Tecna’s thighs, the narrow lines of creamy skin visible where the cutout exposed her panties, and the tiny brown leather top, which left nothing at all to the imagination. It only just covered Tecna’s breasts, which bulged slightly at the neckline. Flora had a sudden vivid desire to claw the top off her. Perhaps she’d inhaled more of the star-shaped flowers’ pollen than she realized. It was said to be a moderate aphrodisiac even without the other plants in the mix. But soon that wouldn’t matter.
“Did I get the eye makeup right? You aren’t saying anything.”
Flora realized she’d been staring at Tecna, her discarded shirt dangling from one hand. She rushed to respond. “No, you’re perfect. I mean, it’s perfect. The makeup is perfect.”
And, ruinously for Flora’s concentration, it was. Deep brown lines curved around Tecna’s eyes and spiraled along her cheekbones, bringing out a strange luminance in her skin.
“Yay for connection to the natural world,” said Flora, letting her shirt fall to the floor.
Tecna seemed to make a point of being busy reorganizing their supplies while Flora changed into the rest of her outfit, which she appreciated. Bold declarations aside, she’d only had sex with a few people, usually in dimly lit dorm rooms. Casual nudity was fairly common on Linphea, but this was different. This meant something different.
The Alphix ritual outfit was a loose skirt made of the same material as Tecna’s chaps, which stopped halfway down Flora’s thigh. She pulled a hotel robe on over it, trying to ignore the cool breeze on her bare ass.
Tecna raised an eyebrow. “No makeup?”
“An Alphix fairy embraces the natural state of her body,” Flora read out. “So, no, I guess. Just… plain old me.” She coughed. “I’ll take the robe off before we start. It’s cold in here.”
“Of course,” said Tecna.
The steamer let out a soft ding, signalling that the dumplings were ready.
“Sort of like dolmades,” said Tecna, poking one. “Do we need to chill them?”
Flora consulted the notes she’d made during a long conversation with the owner of one of the plant nurseries in Wildover City. “We eat them hot, dusted with some of the star-shaped flowers’ pollen. It should take about ten minutes for us to feel the full effects.” She paused. “Making this the last chance to back out.”
Tecna shook her head firmly. “We need to win the citizens’ trust so we can finish our mission and go home, where the network terminals autoconnect without lag.” Her eyes went briefly wistful at the thought of access to modern technology. “And where our friends are, of course. I trust you, Flora. If you think this is safe, it’s safe.”
More goosebumps, this time on Flora’s bare ass and thighs. Part of her would have quite liked to back out with her dignity somewhat intact, but Tecna was right. They had to prove their connection to the natural world for the good of the mission, and no one connected to nature better than Flora.
“I’ll see if there are plates,” she said at last, rummaging in the cabinets above the hot plate.
Flora set the tiny table in the corner of the room as if for a proper, intimate dinner, feeling bewilderingly foolish all the while. Part of her was tempted to light a candle. But this wasn’t a date. It was just a planned, ritual sex encounter between two best friends. Totally casual.
Tecna poured two drinks from different-colored bottles of juice, balancing the cups on the minifridge. “And I say the same spell over both of these?”
“Yes,” said Flora, checking her notes. “It’s a modified linking spell, pairing the drinkers in the eyes of the ritual. Then I drink the red one and you drink the blue one.”
“Cool.” Tecna’s magic flared as she cast the spell, giving the room a faint scent of ozone.
The red juice was better than Flora had expected: floral and rich, with a unique aftertaste she couldn’t identify. She sneezed. The star-shaped flowers were still puffing pollen into the room, and there was beginning to be a bit of a haze in the air. Was it Flora’s imagination, or was the promised magical horniness already starting? She was certainly wet, but that could have just been from the situation.
Tecna bit into a dumpling and frowned. “Bleh. It’s… certainly a unique flavor!”
Flora couldn’t help but agree. The herbal paste was strong. “It needs potato or something. Anything to help with the bitterness. But maybe that would mess up the ritual.”
Tecna shrugged, chewing her second dumpling. “Ooh, weird,” she said with her mouth full. “I can feel it! Purely chemical arousal. How unusual!”
Flora’s skin prickled. Suddenly the room felt much too warm. “Now I get the skimpy outfits,” she said, shucking off her robe. “I can’t—”
She froze, sniffing the air.
“Flora?” Tecna drained the last dregs of the blue juice and frowned. “You still with me?”
“I am,” said Flora. Actually, she felt very connected to her body. Her senses were all in overdrive: smell, especially. And Tecna smelled absolutely decadent. “Last two dumplings, and then we’ll start when you’re ready.”
Flora was already ready. Her body sang with it, the growing need welling up from deep within. Tecna would be hers. Hers, the way she would have been at that party if Flora were a little braver.
“I think I’m ready,” Tecna said at last. Her exposed skin glimmered with sweat, but she looked fairly unruffled. “What do we do first?”
“Get on the bed,” said Flora, suppressing a shudder of arousal when Tecna obeyed without comment. “Hands and knees. That’s perfect.” Good girl, she didn’t say. Flora had always been too shy to try to dominate anyone in bed, but her new instincts were strong—and growing stronger. “Hey, Tecna?”
Tecna looked over her shoulder. Was it Flora’s imagination, or was she just a bit glassy-eyed? “Yeah?”
Flora hesitated, fiddling with the cap of the enchanted lube. “I’m really glad we’re friends. I don’t know where I’d be without you and the other girls.” She swallowed. “What I mean is… This doesn’t have to mean anything, okay?”
“Obviously,” said Tecna. “We are doing this as part of our job, after all. What else would it mean?”
“Nothing!” Flora tried to ignore the fluttering of her traitorous heart. “I’m glad you understand.”
“Yeah, sure.” Tecna turned back around, presenting her ass. Somehow her clinical demeanor made it more sensual, not less.
“The Omegix ritual plug symbolizes the Omegix fairy’s commitment to centering herself within her body and the wellspring of magic within her core,” Flora read. “Wow, these are some heavy-duty magic engravings. “Are you ready?”
“Ready,” said Tecna.
Flora ran a fingertip around Tecna’s rim, steeling herself. She could do this. She could have meaningless on-the-job sex with the girl she’d desired for years without breaking. Tecna’s smell was even more overpowering up close. She breathed it in, savoring their closeness.
The enchanted lube carried a faint herbal smell, lemony and warm. Flora rubbed it into the plug lavishly, not wanting to risk injuring Tecna. When the time came, though, Tecna’s hole opened beautifully for the plug. She sighed as it slid in.
“I’ve never been an anal person, but that’s nice enough. The herbs have certainly done their work. Oh!” The last inch of the plug slipped inside quicker as Tecna’s hole sucked at it. “That felt nice,” she reported. “Different, but nice.”
Flora ignored that “nice” was incredibly faint praise, even from someone like Tecna. Her herb-enhanced pleasure receptors glimmered at the thought of making her friend feel as good as possible. She’d get there. Tecna could be… complicated, but Flora had all night to learn what made her tick.
“Will you be okay for a minute if I dip into the bathroom and rinse my fingers?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course,” said Tecna casually, as if she weren’t plugged up with an enchanted butt plug and loaded up on three different potent aphrodisiac herbs. She rolled over onto her back and crossed her arms behind her head. “Take your time.”
In the bathroom, Flora stared at her own sweaty, red-cheeked face in the mirror and wondered when the promised Alphix dominance would kick in. She wanted Tecna, but she didn’t know how to just take anything. Flora chewed her lip. Tecna would have had an easy time with Alphix. She was never afraid to take what she wanted. Tecna was never afraid of anything. But it was too late to change their positions now. The magic was already inside her, preparing her to transform into… something.
Flora squared her shoulders and marched back into the hotel room, determined to do things exactly by the book. Then she took in Tecna’s appearance and stopped dead.
Tecna’s head was thrown back in wanton pleasure. She worked the magic butt plug in and out of her ass, moaning and convulsing each time it caught on her puffy rim. She hadn’t noticed Flora at all. As Flora watched, Tecna shoved three fingers into her cunt.
Flora cleared her throat, then cleared it again when Tecna didn’t seem to hear. “Tecna? Aren’t you… skipping a few steps?”
“I had to,” Tecna breathed, still desperately fucking both of her holes. “Flora… I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never needed sex before.”
Tecna’s pupils were blown wide. Up close, Flora could see a vein throbbing in her forehead in time with her heartbeat. She hoped she hadn’t given her an overdose somehow. “But do you feel… okay?” she asked carefully, trying and failing to ignore the intoxicating way Tecna’s skin smelled.
“I feel so much,” said Tecna, staring at the ceiling as she rhythmically fucked herself. “I don’t usually feel things like this. Like people do.” She took a deep breath. “You know what I mean. I’ve never been good at the two person love nest sort of thing. It’s why Timmy and I couldn’t—” She frowned. “I don’t want to talk about me and Timmy, actually. Get on top of me. Please. Now.”
Flora did as she was told, secretly grateful to be commanded. Tecna put her arms around Flora’s neck and pulled her in close, so close their noses were touching.
“I need you to help me ride this out,” said Tecna bluntly. “Can you do that?”
I’d do anything for you, Flora didn’t say. She breathed in more of Tecna’s scent with every breath. She nodded instead of speaking. It felt safer.
“You’ll be a good Alphix fairy,” said Tecna. “You’re good at taking care of people. Here, clean these off.” She pressed her fingers, still wet from her pussy, to Flora’s lips.
Flora licked and sucked at them obediently, fighting back a moan. Taking care of people. If she thought of it like that, achieving Alphix felt much more manageable. Of course she wanted to take care of Tecna. Wanting that was easy.
“We should kiss,” said Tecna, pulling her fingers away at last.
Flora realized she was drooling. She couldn’t care. Her body sang with need, and Tecna was warm beneath her. The Omegix ritual outfit left nothing to the imagination.
“If you can’t focus, I’ll help,” said Tecna. “We need to move this along so you can fuck me already.” Grabbing at Flora’s hair, she pulled her down into a deep kiss.
The taste of Tecna’s tongue did not help Flora focus. She leaned in, practically fucking Tecna’s throat with her tongue. Tecna moaned in response.
“You’re going to be mine,” Flora hissed when they broke apart at last. Tecna was a stronger aphrodisiac to her now than any of the herbs had been. “This ritual… even when the herbs wear off, we’ll remember. We’ll always know this happened.”
“Like that party,” said Tecna abruptly. She ground her clit against Flora’s thigh, smearing it with moisture. “I don’t know if you remember…”
“I do.” Flora groped for the nightstand, for the collar there. Her eyes stayed on Tecna. “I never knew how to talk about it.”
“Like this, I guess.” Tecna chuckled. “I’m not a relationship person, so part of me was glad you never brought it up. But I am a you person. Always have been. Depending on how this goes… We should talk about some things. If you want.”
Flora couldn’t nod harder. Part of her wasn’t sure if she was dreaming. “Yes. I want that very much.” Her fingers closed on the collar.
Tecna grinned, cocksure as ever. “Then collar me up, Alpha, and let’s unlock some transformations.”
The collar was a work of art in itself, a gorgeous network of woven leather strips. Flora tied it in the back, barely daring to breathe. This was a symbol of her claim to Tecna. A claim that Tecna wanted to last in some form. Flora was living a charmed life.
“I like this,” said Tecna casually, resting a hand on the collar. “Feels secure, you know? Maybe you don’t.”
Flora pressed her face to Tecna’s neck, breathing in her smell. It was getting harder and harder to think straight. “I’m not sure I know anything,” she said, closing her eyes and letting herself bask in Tecna: her skin, her hair, her everything.
“Let me help with that,” said Tecna, and suddenly she was on top, moving down, down, down, and spreading Flora’s thighs wide.
The sound Flora made when Tecna started sucking her clit would have embarrassed her if she were still capable of embarrassment. But that Flora was gone.
“The princesses of Wildover always went for Alphix,” said Tecna after a while, pulling away from Flora’s pussy with a wet smack. Her face glistened from nose to chin. “Do you think their Omegix fairies served them just like this?” She stroked Flora’s clit with two fingers. “Sometimes it’s lonely being surrounded by princesses all the time, isn’t it? But I don’t mind serving you like one.”
Flora was floating, lost in the sensations. She moaned.
“That’s perfect, Princess,” said Tecna, now masturbating with one hand and pleasuring Flora with the other. “But I need you to focus on more than how good I’m making you feel, okay? Come back to me.”
She retrieved the bottle of herb-infused massage oil from the nightstand and began rubbing it into Flora’s chest.
“This, at least, is in my comfort zone,” said Tecna as heat from her touch spread into Flora’s breasts. “Zenith has a proud massage tradition. Stressed programmers are sloppy programmers, as I’m sure you know.”
“Ah!” Flora cried out as Tecna went to work on her nipples. The heat in her chest was growing, burning her from deep within. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“I’ve never seen that happen, though,” Tecna continued.
Flora’s eyes snapped open. Her breasts—already a modest size—were gently expanding outward like bread in a proving drawer.
“Cool! I’m going to need more oil.” Tecna hummed, rubbing another generous helping of oil into Flora’s chest. “You okay?”
Flora was resisting the urge to masturbate with every remaining brain cell she had. She was pretty sure she’d ruined the bedsheets. Her new breasts were sensitive. “Y-yeah,” she managed. “Keep going. Whatever I say, don’t stop.”
Tecna grinned, baring her teeth. “Wasn’t planning to, Princess.”
Now it was Flora’s turn to throw her head back as her areolae broadened to suit her new breasts. The skin prickled as it grew, and even the feeling of air moving over them was enough to turn her on. She could scarcely breathe.
“Wow,” said Tecna after a long while, sitting back on her heels. “Okay. I think they’re done. Try sitting up.”
Flora did, shocked by the new weight of her chest. Her breasts moved as normal; they were just bigger. Much, much bigger. Clothes shopping was going to be a pain if this part of the ritual turned out to be permanent. She was sure Stella would be all too enthusiastic about helping her replace most of her wardrobe.
Tecna whistled. “Is it crazy that I’m jealous? Large breasts are highly inefficient, but you look amazing.”
“Lie down,” said Flora, rubbing circles into both nipples with her fingertips. “I’m going to make you act like a proper Omegix fairy, at least for a while.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Tecna said, chuckling. She lay back and spread her thighs. “If you have it in you, Princess. I’m not convinced you have a dominant bone in your body.”
She was blatantly trying to bait Flora, and it was working. Flora growled, shocked to hear such an aggressive sound come out of her own mouth, and bit down on the first piece of Tecna that came into reach: her shoulder.
Tecna yelped. “Fuck, okay!” The naked lust coloring her tone went straight to Flora’s clit. A minute later, she added, “More. Harder.”
Flora bit and sucked her way along Tecna’s collarbone, past caring whether the marks would be hidden under her clothes. Part of Flora, a growing part, wanted them seen. She wanted everyone to look at them tomorrow, Alphix and Omegix, and know exactly what that meant. Some part of this really was forever, she realized. There was no going back to the way things were before, even if she and Tecna never had sex again, never kissed, never called themselves anything. Flora would always know what sound Tecna made when someone sank their teeth into her neck. She hummed around her latest mouthful of flesh, pleased with the thought. Surely Tecna couldn’t forget this either.
Then again, Tecna hadn’t forgotten their first kiss. Flora closed her eyes as she sucked at the soft skin of Tecna’s chest, wondering how often her friend had remembered it. Had she masturbated to the thought of Flora? She wasn’t sure how much of a sex drive Tecna had when she wasn’t drugged. Another question to ask when this was over.
“Why did you change your look?” she asked abruptly, kissing her way down Tecna’s stomach.
“Hmm?” Tecna sounded almost as hazy as Flora had earlier.
Flora paused, choosing her words as carefully as she could with Alphix magic and aphrodisiacs coursing through her system. “Like… you used to be pretty butch when we started school together.”
Tecna took a deep breath. “It’s complicated,” she said after a long time.
Flora took a break from kissing along Tecna’s inner thighs to add, “I love how you look now! Don’t get me wrong. I guess what I mean is… do you?”
Tecna threaded her fingers through Flora’s hair, pulling her mouth closer to her clit. “Feel free to play with the plug while you’re down there. Please.”
Flora did, circling Tecna’s clit with her tongue. Hard subject changes after a direct question always meant Tecna was buying herself time to think. She’d get her answer, eventually.
Some part of Flora was distantly aware that people didn’t normally taste like this. Or if they did, then her body didn’t usually respond to that flavor with exactly this much pleasure. At the moment, that didn’t matter. All of Tecna’s fluids worsened Flora’s arousal, and she couldn’t get enough.
If she angled her shoulders just right, she could get two, then three, then four fingers into Tecna’s pussy while her tongue worked and her other hand pushed and pulled and twisted at the plug. Tecna was soft and warm and perfect inside. Flora’s fingers slid in to the last knuckle with scarcely any resistance whatsoever. She curled them until she found a spot that made Tecna clench her muscles and wail.
Flora growled again, sucking Tecna’s clit furiously. Her body burned from head to toe, tingling with heat and arousal. Tecna wanted her. They were going to do this again, and again, and—
A shower of green sparkles lit the room, and both of them gasped. Flora rose into the air, her hand sliding out of Tecna’s pussy. The remnants of Flora’s ritual outfit dissolved into glitter, which fizzed around her, clinging to the curves of her body. The growing curves of her body. Flora moaned as her thighs and ass thickened to match her new breasts. It made sense for a fairy transformation favored by royalty to enhance the body. For battle, of course. Though Flora did feel very… fertile, like this. She wrapped her arms around herself as the sparkles intensified. For a moment, she curled into a fetal position, hovering in the air. Then, with a shower of joyful green sparks, the final details of her transformation snapped into place.
Flora shone. A pearlescent tiara rested on her brow, and her jewelry matched: choker, earrings, bracelets, anklets. Her wings, too, were all the hues of a pearl. Shimmers of pink and blue and green sparkled across their translucent surface. Her top, scarcely a top at all, plunged low enough to reveal every inch of her stunning new cleavage. After a long, gorgeous expanse of brown stomach, a short green skirt, made of a single piece of fabric knotted at one corner, hid just enough of her ass and pussy to be acceptable, if not decent, for the public. Flora smoothed it, savoring the languid curves of her new hips and thighs. As her hands brushed her pubic mound, the final piece of her Alphix transformation materialized in a fresh burst of sparkles. Pink ones, this time. When they faded, Flora had a cock.
“Oh, good,” said Tecna, fingering herself furiously. “I need that inside me immediately.”
Flora’s forehead wrinkled. Fairy transformations generating bodily changes was a normal thing. Some trans fairies had whole new looks when they transformed. Others had different hair, longer legs, larger or smaller breasts, or even new eye colors. But this…
The cock wasn’t quite real-looking. It seemed to be made of hard light, more like her wings than a permanent part of her body. It danced with pink sparkles, and she could see through the gaps between them. But when she gripped it, it felt just like the real thing. Or so she imagined. Flora had never had a cock before.
“You can feel that?” Tecna asked, watching her. “That’s so cool. Bet I don’t get a magic cock.” She sat up. “Want it sucked? You’re already hard, I guess, but it is a ceremony.”
“Hands and knees,” said Flora. Her Alphix instincts were growing, thrumming through in her voice.
Tecna did as she was told, wiggling her ass. “Yes, my princess. What next?”
Flora answered by digging her nails into Tecna’s hips. Tecna’s yelp turned into a moan as Flora hilted her shining cock in her pussy.
“Please-please-please,” she chanted as Flora rutted her into the mattress. “More.”
Alphix meant Flora could give her more. With scarcely a thought, her sparkling cock thickened and lengthened, already leaking whatever the magical equivalent of precum was. Flora would worry about her magic cock’s hypothetical fertility later, when Tecna wasn’t burning beneath her.
“I think—aah! I think I’ll transform if you come inside me,” Tecna managed. “I can feel it building up. All the magic, the pleasure… it wants to explode.”
“So explode with me,” said Flora, leaning forward to nip at the back of Tecna’s neck.
Tecna yelped, but she relaxed into Flora’s touch. “I’m yours,” she whispered into the pillow, quiet enough that Flora barely heard her. “Until I met you and the others, I never knew I could love anyone like this. I never knew I could be loved the way you all love me. And now I never have to forget it.”
With a final thrust, Flora came. She howled with release, shaking as her magic cock shot… something into Tecna. Pure magic, maybe, or real semen. Who knew? Either way, it was heaven. She fell back on the mattress as Tecna’s transformation started. Her legs were shaking too much to hold her up anymore.
Tecna’s sparkles were purple. She shone too bright to look at for a long moment, then drifted back to rest on the bed. Her hair, a darker red than usual, had shortened into an asymmetrical undercut, shorter than Flora had ever seen it. Her outfit, too, was something of a throwback: a purple bodysuit with strategic cutouts and zippers. Tecna’s wings, a shimmering, darker hued mirror of Flora’s, fluttered slightly as she settled herself.
“This is right,” Tecna said softly. “Me.”
“Come here,” said Flora, patting her chest.
Tecna did, settling her head in the warm comfort of Flora’s bosom. “I’m not a liar,” she said carefully. “I don’t hate the clothes Stella makes me, or any of it. But I went along more because I wanted her and-and everyone else to be happy than because it was what I wanted. I don’t know what I want.”
“We have plenty of time,” said Flora, stroking Tecna’s hair.
“I want this haircut, though. To start. I want it tomorrow. As soon as possible, once we’ve slept.”
“And after breakfast,” said Flora firmly, squeezing her tight. “Are you okay? This has been… a lot.”
Tecna wiped her eyes. “I’ll be okay. Don’t worry too much about me.”
“I won’t.” Flora hesitated. “But let me take you clothes shopping sometime. Whenever you’re ready.”
“I will.”
Flora pressed a kiss to the top of Tecna’s head and let her transformation go. Tecna did the same a minute later. They fell asleep like that on top of the covers, Tecna resting on Flora’s chest and Flora holding her close. In the morning, they’d have a lot to talk about. For this night, though, being near each other was enough for them both.