"Its already beginning," Circe said, pointing to the silky cocoon. The mass of threads had begun to glow with a mystical green light. "Magic is awakening in their souls. The physical changes should be starting any second now."
"What the fuck does that involve, anyways?" asked Krystal. "Aside from nature magic, what separates a fairy from a normal, boring-ass human?"
"Insect wings, for one thing," Circe answered. "Butterfly, moth, and dragonfly wings are the most common. I believe Tori selected monarch butterfly wings and Penny selected garden tiger moth wings. Very striking, the both of them. The other thing people usually notice first about fairies is the height, or the lack thereof. Most fairies fall within the range of five to six and a half inches tall. They also possess pointed elf-like ears and insectoid antennae. On that note, about a quarter of all fairies are born with a wasp-like stinger to defend their swarm. Oh, and fairy hair comes in all colors of the rainbow. Some fairies have green hair, some have blue hair, some have purple, some have pink. Human hair colors are unheard of, wild wolfwoman."
"Are you EVER gonna fuckin' explain that nickname?" Krystal asked.
After a brief pause, Circe decided to be candid with Krystal. "You are descendant of a werewolf in the seventh generation, Krystal Brock. Moreover, your parents conceived you on the night of a full moon. If you had also been born under a full moon, you would have become a werewolf yourself when you hit puberty. My inner eye tells me that your birth missed the full moon by a single day."
"Holy shit!" Krystal exclaimed. "No fuckin' fooling?"
"I swear on my sorcery that every word I speak is true," said Circe. "Your soul deeply craves the denied blessing of lycanthropy, its birthright. It pains me to see what was meant to be a magical being have to live an unfulfilling life as a mundane human. Once our two fairies are done, I intend to help you remedy that."
"Fucking awesome!" Krystal declared, pumping her tattooed fist in the air. "Hey, I'm in a lesbian punk rock band called the Wolfpack. Our stage persona is a pack of lesbian werewolves. Could you maybe transform my bandmates? They'd fucking LOVE to be an actual pack of badass werewolf bitches!"
"Bring them around sometime and I'll see what I can do," said Circe. "Now, a bit of advice regarding fairies. I suggest you try to find other young women interested in transforming into fairies and bring them here. Fairies instinctively prefer to live in large groups called swarms. A swarm consists of between one and five penis-equipped fertilizers who rule the swarm (Tori and Penny in this case) and at least ten breeders who give birth to the fertilizers' offspring. I also recommend that you frequently visit your fairy friends at Meadow's home."
"I will, but why do you ask?" Krystal asked.
"Fairies subsist on a diet of nectar, honey, milk, tree sap, and human semen," said Circe. "Your kind's seed is highly nutritious to theirs and fills them with boundless energy. I understand that neither Meadow nor her girlfriend Becky currently possess penises at the moment. On that note, you should really keep your own penis on standby for after your friends emerge from their cocoon. Tori and Penny will be starving once they've transformed."
"I got no fuckin' problem with that, Circe!" Krystal laughed as she unzipped her ripped jeans and pulled down her underwear, letting her uncut cock spring free. "It may look dinky right now," the punk bragged, "but it's one fuckin' hell of a grower!"
The cocoon suddenly began to shake again. "Ah, I see that our two fairies-to-be are waking up," Circe smiled. "That means their spirits are fully transformed. They slumber while the magic changes their spiritual essences, you see. Now that they are conscious once again, the physical part of their metamorphosis can begin."
"I sure damn hope it doesn't hurt," Krystal remarked, idly playing with her lengthy foreskin.
"On the contrary," said Circe, "the process is quite sexually stimulating. I called sharing a cocoon a very intimate act for a reason."
"They sure fuckin' look like they're havin' a good time," Krystal chuckled as she watched the cocoon twitch.