The Hatching

Wicked purple light filled the glade, touching every surface and casting unnatural shadows. The cocoon was swollen close to the point of bursting, looking like the body of an overfed tick. That cocoon had once been the corpse of Narok, a demon of lust and corruption, however the original shape and features were completely lost. Now, the body was nothing more than a round sack meant to contain potent dark energy. With each pulse of the cocoon, a shadowy figure showed against the leathery walls. It was not clear what exactly was nestled within the infernal chrysalis, but whatever it was, it was big.

For days, the cocoon had pulsed, imbuing its occupant with evil power. As the metamorphosis took place, the forest watched. The forest was patient and waited in stillness. It could wait for a thousand years if need be. Still, an aura of anticipation was gradually washing over the dark wood. For the first time in millenia, the power of the dark wood had been focused into a single entity. All of the corrupted creatures and plants in that cursed place sang for the glory of their new king.

Now the time had come. The walls of the cocoon swelled to a breaking point. For a single aching moment, the glade was engulfed in a searing purple light. Then the cocoon burst, spraying corrupted slime and viscera in every direction. A deep, sonorous howl shook the trees, the vines, and the very earth.

Where the cocoon had been knelt a hulking figure. It was larger than any fairy, male or female, that had ever lived. Its body shook and shivered violently. Glowing purple veins striated its bulging muscles.

Slowly, the figure stumbled to its feet. It was massive, towering more than six feet above the forest floor. Two wet wings were pressed against its rippling back. These were not the wings of a butterfly or moth. No, they were the wings of a hornet. They were built for speed and attack. With a deep grunt, the figure willed its wings to extend and flap, filling the air with a dangerous low-pitch hum.

The figure groaned, its dark voice carrying with it a remnant of the fairy softness it once possessed. Slowly but surely, the figure regained consciousness, coming to recognize the strange transformation its body had undergone.

"What is this?" The figure clapped a large open palm to its soft, full lips as it recognized the new depth of its voice.

"What happened to me?"

The figure gazed at its new body. Everything felt so strange now! Arms the figure remembered being slim and supple now throbbed with hulking muscles. From its chest bulged breasts many times larger than the perky little mounds it remembered.

"I am Oona," the figure said softly. "I am a fairy princess of the honey glade."

The beast that had once been Oona suddenly felt a surge between her legs. The sensation was unlike anything the fairy had ever felt in her life. It was as if lightning were coursing through her nether regions. The fairy princess looked down and nearly screamed.

"No! That's not possible! I'm a fairy princess, not a fairy prince!"

But what Oona saw was undeniable. The mushroom-shaped stalk rose pierced the air like an evil statue of lust. Corrupt purple veins pulsed along the length of the titanic manhood, pumping the organ full of blood. It was a penis. Oona had a penis - a monstrous, girthy penis. Beneath the behemoth cock, the poor, confused fairy could feel the hefty weight of two man-plumbs.

"This cannot be! I'm a girl! Girls don't have co--" Oona felt her crotch with big, clumsy hands, trying to find a trace of her womanhood. To her horror, she felt nothing at all. All that remained between her legs were these ungainly man parts!

Oona gently brushed the wicked tool between her legs and gasped at what she felt. It was so sensitive. The lightest touch sent shivers down her spine.

Suddenly, movement out of the corner of Oona's eye caught her attention. She turned and saw vines bearing down on her.

"Not you guys again! I'm done with your nonsense!"

Before Oona could respond, however, the vines wrapped around her manhood. The sensation in the throbbing member intensified a thousand-fold, causing the muscle-bound fairy beast to let out a deep, startled grunt.

"Stop that! Let go of me!"

Instead of letting go, the vines began to rub the fairy beast's cock, moving up and down.

"Oh by the gods, this cannot be happening!"

Oona had a man's cock! And balls! They felt so wrong, but so good too. It felt so strange to be male. Never in her life had Oona felt this kind of power. The more the vines rubbed her thick penis, the more powerful she felt.

More vines joined in. Some tickled Oona's massive testicles while another plunged between her plump ass cheeks.

"By the gods, what is this? It feels good! Is this what men feel?!"

Within seconds, Oona was huffing and moaning with abandon as the forest pleasured her new body. It felt deliriously good to be touched down there. To have her big, throbbing man cock rubbed and fondled. In the back of Oona's mind, it occurred to her that she was bigger than any male fairy that ever lived. Bigger stronger, and more commanding - yet still beautiful and feminine in all the right places. More vines joined in to encircle Oona's large and luscious tits.

"This body, it is perfect! So strong and lovely! I cannot take it, it's too much! Too much -- Oh!"

Suddenly, Ooona erupted, sending thick ropes of glowing purple sperm arcing across the glade. Where the fell liquid landed, strange growths emerged from the soil.

"Yes! I love it!" Oona howled.

"I am Oona -- no, Oonarok! I am Oonarok! I am no fairy princess. I will be the demon queen of this realm! Yes!"