"Bloom?" You ask. "You mean... like you, so we can..."
"Don't worry, it'll wear off after we've had our fun." The fairy said.
"Yes." You answer with little hesitation.
"Wonderful!" The fairy said as she backed up and leaned in to your vagina. Taking a breath, she slowly blew her trademark plume of glittering dust at your womanhood. Slowly, you feel the folds of your labia push forward and almost turn inside-out. You savor the bizarre, strangely erotic, and notably familiar sensations of your clitoris bulging and erecting as it becomes the pistil of your flower. Once finished, you and the fairy both admire your bloom as a thing of beauty. The fairy even leans forward and breathes in its scent, causing her wings to vibrate and an erotic moan to escape her lips.
She fluttered into the air and positioned her flower over your own. She took both pistils in her hands, surprising you with its sensitivity, and guided them both to their respective holes. You moan as she descended, feeling the sliding of your pistil into her body, as hers enters yours. She starts by deep-tongue kissing you as you clasp her rear-end in an effort to deepen your flowers' penetrations. You discover even the petals of your flower were erogenous as hers mash into yours.
"S-Stroke my wings." She says breathily before returning her lips to yours. You raise your hand up to her wings and gently run a couple fingers along the edge. You feel her wings push into your fingers as you stroke them, coaxing a quivering moan from your luminescent lover. You briefly begin to feel envious of her wings, how wonderful it must feel to fly; but a forceful thrust of the fairy's flower snaps you back to the wonderful feelings between your legs.
The fairy arches her back and starts moaning loudly and thrusting harder. You can feel the sexual pressure building, as your hips gyrate in tune with each other. "Yes! Yes!" the fairy shouts.
"P-Please! Oh, yes; please..." You begin to moan.
"Oh, Goddess, yes!"
"I... I want..." You shout.
"I know you want it!" The fairy moans. "Take it! Take it from me!"
"I WANT..." It's the point of no return now.
"OH, GODDESS, YEEEEEEES!!!" The fairy screams.
"I WANT TO BE A FAIRYYYYY!!!" You wail.
Both of your pistils ejaculate, filling your flowers with their rich, amber honey. The both of you were too engrossed with the pleasure of your orgasms to care what you had just said; likewise, you were too exhausted afterwards, to the point where the fairy collapsed to the side of you. With an arm draped onto you, and hand on top of your breast, you both fell asleep.
The morning rays of the sun filter through the cobweb curtains, waking you up.