Suddenly, the door to the dick storage room swung open. Two human girls ran into the room, and a pair of fairies flew in after them. One of the fairies had short green hair and the tapered, blue-and-black-with-red-splotches wings of a Periander Metalmark Butterfly. The other had long pink hair and the purplish-blue-and-black-with-white-dots wings of a Great Purple Emperor Butterfly. (Complete hippie that she was, Phoebe prided herself on her ability to identify butterfly species.) Phoebe recognized the fairies as River Thornton and Ivy Robbins, respectively.
The first human was tall and almost excessively skinny, and she had blonde hair, green eyes, and a deep suntan. The second human shuffled into the room embarrassedly. She had auburn hair and her face was speckled with as many freckles as there were stars in the sky. She was dressed in tight, ill-fitting clothes with sleeves and pants legs that were much too long for her, as if she had borrowed some other girl's clothes.
A horrible revelation suddenly hit Phoebe: the second human was her sister Fern!
"Fern!" Phoebe gasped. "What in the name of Gaia happened to you?! We haven't been the same height in years."
"That's what I wanna find out, Pheebs," said Fern. "I was racing Ivy, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't fly anymore. I dropped to the ground and..." Fern broke down crying. "And my WINGS fell off! My wings! See? I saved them." She unclosed her fingers, revealing a pair of crumpled Monarch Butterfly wings in the palm of her hand.
Phoebe shuddered as she stared at the cast-off wings. She knew perfectly well that a fairy's wings were her pride and joy. "That's awful, Fern," she said empathetically. "Your aura must be so dulled."
"And then I started growing, my purple hair reverted back to its old color, my ears lost their points, and my antennae vanished!" Fern went on. "For whatever reason, my body rejected its change after all these years of no problems!"
"And it's not just Fern," River spoke up. "I tried to morph a new recruit," she gestured at Willow, "and her chrysalis did jack shit. I could tell something was wrong with her metamorphosis when her chrysalis didn't start shrinking after ten minutes. We just gave up after half an hour of waiting."
"We think we know what's happening," said Eboni, gesturing at her dickless crotch. "See this? You ain't the only ones losing your magic! One by one, we're all losin' our cocks."
"And the girls in the Anthro Club are all reverting to human," Natalie added.
"But why?" asked Willow.
"Because of some massive bitches in the Cheer Squad!" Eboni spat. "You know Hailey Forrest from Anthro Club? Well, her ex-girlfriend Diana Goldsmith was pissed about the breakup, so she conspired with Haylee Irons to destroy the Anthro Club."
"What did Haylee get out of it?" asked River.
"Our downfall," Eboni responded. "Di said her captain was always jealous of our dicks, so she was plannin' on robbin' us of 'em! We assumed that the Anthro Club and the Futa Club were her only targets, but it looks like they went after your magic, too."
"How do we get our magic back?" asked Fern.
"We need more information," said Phoebe. "We sent two of our newbies to spy on Haylee and Diana. We'll make an actual plan once they get back to us with some intel. We should also get word to our president, Michelle Cockburn, and our vice president, Nikki Murphy. Our leadership has to know what's happening."
"Especially Nikki," said Ivy. "I know her pretty well... and I know how massive her dick collection is. It'll be a terrible shock to her if all of her cocks fall off at once."
"Shit, she'd be unrecognizable!" Sarah gasped at the surreal thought of a dickless Nikki. The Futa Club's vice president had a habit of attaching peckers wherever they'd fit on her. On her crotch, over her belly button, on her forehead, on her kneecaps, in place of her nipples, you name it. And she was likely to lose them all before long. Sarah winced, staring at her own detached dick in her hand. To think that she'd been feeling sorry for herself for losing one cock! Nobody's identity was more penis-based than Nikki Murphy's.
Fern settled herself gingerly onto a chair. "Damn, these things are a lot smaller than I remembered. It'll be pretty hard getting used to being this big again, Pheebs. And I am NOT looking forward to getting my stomach used to solid food. I'm so accustomed to my usual diet of nectar, honey, milk, tree sap, and semen!"
Phoebe flopped down onto a beanbag and began stroking her phimotic dick to erection. "Hey, there's no rule that says you can't taste some cum every now and then. Wanna sample mine?"
Fern licked her lips. "Mmmm, I don't mind if I do, Pheebs. I could use a treat after all I've been through."
Fern knelt down between Phoebe's hairy legs, propping herself against them and running her fingers over their downy carpeting. She stuck out her tongue and poked it into the taut pucker of her sister's foreskin. The ex-fairy nostalgically remembered when she used to be able to stick her head in the snug overhang. She wondered if she'd ever be able to indulge in that pleasure again.
As she wriggled her tongue around inside Phoebe's foreskin, Fern slid her lips over the outside of the tube of skin. The other girls watched approvingly as Fern sucked and licked greedily, eager to make Phoebe fill her mouth with delicious, salty semen.