The Metamorphosis Begins

Oona shifted in the wet warmth of her chamber, moving arms and legs that felt awkward and unwieldy as if they were longer than she was used to. A constant, throbbing ache radiated from her lower abdomen.

The fairy’s body floated in the amniotic fluid of the giant “womb”. Every now and then, she would kick and brush her foot against something slimy and rigid and feel a twinge deep inside of her. Something was lodged deep inside of her womanhood. Every now and then, that something would twitch, delivering a strange, not unpleasant heat to Oona’s depths.

How had she gotten here? Her memory of prior events was fuzzy. Her consciousness was mostly subdued to a dream world, with her awareness of her surroundings being limited to a blurry vagueness.

Oona’s dreams — or rather, nightmares, were miserable. In them, she was surrounded by her mother and father and all of her sisters. Linya let loose a peel of mocking laughter. Meanwhile, Polly shook her head in sadness and disappointment. Oona shrank in the shadow of her family members, feeling more like a runt than ever.

“Look how pathetic she is!” Linya said with glee. “She’s not even fit to be part of the royal family.”

Oona’s father, the king of the honey glade, shook his head in disappointment.

“You spend all your time in the woods acting strange and silly. You were supposed to learn the ways of the court like your sisters, now look at you!”

“What would your grandmother think, Oona?” The queen added.

“If only you had listened to me!” Pollyanna added with a sad voice and tears in her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to!” Oona begged. “I only ever wanted to make you proud! I wanted to make you all proud!”

“Unworthy!” Linya sneared.

“Unworthy,” echoed several of Oona’s family members.

“Shut up!” Oona snapped, suddenly feeling a rage unlike anything she had ever felt come over her. “How dare you judge me? I may be a runt, but I try my best!”

The light within the cocoon grew brighter and the tube between Oona’s legs twitched violently.

“Unworthy!” The king cried.

“Unworthy!” The queen repeated.

“I’m unworthy? At least I live life to its fullest! What do you do? You waste away inside the palace walls,” Oona shrieked.

The throbbing in her lower half intensified. Soon, the feeling changed into a burning, tingling sensation as if lightning were flashing in her nether regions.

“I don’t deserve to be a runt! I deserve to be strong and powerful and respected! I have more ambition than any of you could ever dream of! Someday, you will all bow down to me!”

“Bow down to a pathetic runt like you? As if!" Linya crooned.

The rage built to a fever pitch in Oona's heart. How dare they all treat her this way? Linya in particular was a nasty harpy. She sent Oona on this forsaken mission knowing it could get her killed! None of them cared about her. They all hated her and only ever tolerated her presence. The angrier Oona got, the more power surged in her lower parts. The electric tingle was too much to bear.

"Little runt! Little runt! Put on your pathetic little daisy crown and do a dance for me," Linya mocked.

The entire court burst into giggles and guffaws, sending Oona over the edge. She would not be treated like this anymore! She refused to be a runt. One day, they would all regret how they treated her.

The potent sensation in Oona's lower body grew into an agonizing sensation of stretching. Oona felt the electricity suddenly surge downwards, filling out as it went. The pain flared and then settled back into a pleasant tingle. Oona noticed that her physical awareness had extended in a new direction. It almost felt like she had a rod of lightning swinging between her legs.

"They will all pay," Oona muttered in her stupor. "All of them! No one in the court treated me right."

Even before the words left Oona's lips, she knew they were a lie. There was one person in the court who treated her with kindness and dignity.

At the next moment, Oona saw Pollyanna. The beautiful, redheaded scholar stood before her with a sad smile on her face. Her monarch butterfly wings gently opened and closed. Polly did this when she felt nervous.

"I care about you, Oona," Polly said. The redheaded fairy stepped closer so her delicate cherry lips were inches from Oona's. "I love you."

The energy between Oona's legs intensified, burning like a hot iron. Oona gasped and wrapped her long, awkward arms around Polly's soft body. She looked down into her sister's big purple eyes - wait, that wasn't right. Oona was actually a couple inches shorter than Polly. She should not have been looking down at her sister.

"Kiss me," Polly said softly.

Suddenly, all of Oona's petty concerns about her height melted away. Polly's invitation was irresistible. Their lips collided, their hands wandered. Why hadn't Oona seen it before? She knew Polly was lovely, but never considered the pure, simple joy of coupling with her sister.

Now that the door was open, Oona became ravenous. She kissed her sister harder and harder, drawing her lips down the girl's supple neck.

"You're getting greedy!" Polly giggled. "In that case, I'll get greedy too!"

Polly suddenly reached down and grasped the energy between Oona's legs. Oona screamed and felt something rush down the length of energy.

"Good heavens, Oona! You've grown so big! It's almost as long as your leg."

"Wha-wha-what are you talking about, Polly?"

Polly stroked the length of Oona's _energy, _giggling and moaning as she did so. Meanwhile, Oona was losing her mind. Never before had she felt such a potent and intense sensation. She was approaching some dangerous precipice for which there was no return and all she wanted to do was jump.

"Don't worry, my dear. You'll grow into it. For now, just relax and let me pleasure you."

Polly lowered herself down to her knees and wrapped her sweet, soft lips around Oona's energy. In the next moment, Oona took the plunge, leaping off the cliff and into an abyss of lust.

The silhouette inside the cocoon shifted violently. An outside observer might notice a new appendage had sprouted on the figure's body. An appendage so big it might have been mistaken for a third leg.