Bondage Fairies Fan Fiction ❯ Detachable Asset ❯ Prologue

The summer winds were invigoratingly warm. Rich with the scent of honeysuckle, apple and peach blossoms as well as a number of other wild flowers in full bloom. Pamila let it caress her lathe fairy body like a lover, taking her where it willed drunk on the intoxicating aromas. The simplest motion of her wings sent her tumbling like a ballerina dipping and pirouetting in a sky dance high over the forest.

Higher above, the sky was full of lazy sliver white clouds, giving the deep blue/purple canvas they rested upon the finishing strokes of a master artist. Below, the ground was a vibrant carpet of green, brown and gold. Completing the forest protector's sensory feast.

This might just be better than sex! she thought rather blasphemously making a slow reverse loop.

Somewhere down there her friend and fellow Hunter Pfil was still scrounging for supplies like a housewife at a discount bargain sale. Arguing madly with a newly born butterfly for it's spent silk or some such. They had more than enough food and material for clothing. They even had credit at the Fairy Castle's storehouse for once-the equivalent of a human bank. The raven hared brunette giggled at her partner's frugalness. The poor girl had no idea what she was missing out on.

In fact Pamila, save for a few low flying birds, was pretty much the only one enjoying the wonderful winds and view. The perfect summer day. A sliver of a memory tugged at her thoughts, but an uprising current blew it away and she was taken up laughing. If she was the only one smart enough to take advantage of this ambrosiaic wind, so be it. It just meant she had it all to herself.

The first and only warning Pamila received that this was far from the case was a low din that was first dimmed by the breeze, then drilled into her pointy slender ears like a slap making her wince. Looking about as the memory surfaced again too late, she more of felt than saw a yellow/black bullet speed past. Stupidly, her head tried to follow the intruder. Then in horrid recognition, snapped back the way it came. A black cloud, buzzing and writhing with specks of life, bore up at her as a solid wall. The wind choose that time to send her plummeting into it.

She didn't even have enough time to exclaim, "Oh Shit!!", before the swarm hit her.

The apparent betraying wind, her reflexes and a number of other factors saved her life.

Not in the same current as it's prey, the swam thinned as best it could to avoid being further distanced in the hunt. Still, Pamila was pelted with the small bodies that made up the gestalt mass. Reflexes on automatic, the warrior fairy became a ball as the exclamation left her lips. Head tucked and covered by arms, all too delicate wings hugging her back. Her toned and muscled, but still soft flesh was pelted unmercifully by rock hard furry caprices. The roar of the swarm was deafening, bore horribly into her skull. It was hard to tell which was worse: the sound, the blows of the colliding bees or the sickening sensation of anchorless, tossing, free fall.

The feel of wind on her cheek brought Pamila back to reality slow and sickenly. Her eyes opened and focused poorly on an onrushing spinning mass of green. Not as fully curled as before, the fairy attempted to unfolded herself only to find resistance, her gossamer wings pinned. Sensation of touch returning, she felt a number of claws gripping her. Bodies clinging to hers and restraining her movements.

"Get the fuck off me you assholes!!" she screamed realizing she was the center of a ball shaped mass made of bees, "We're falling!!!" The bees, either stunned by the collision or minds still lost to the swarm, ignored her demanding plea.

The less than aerodynamic rock hit a green and full bushy maple tree at an angle and at speed. Sending more than a few leaves and twigs flying, the impact left a crater in the thick foliage. Tumbling weightlessly yet again, but with jarring spurts of sudden impacts, Pamila lost her hitchhikers on contact with branches. Unknowingly saving her life at the cost of their own, the bees took most of the force of the fall. After striking a thick arm of the tree that snapped the neck of one of the few remaining insects, Pamila landed hard on her belly at a flat section of the trunk. For a long moment she lay still and unmoving.

Then, ever so slowly, she began slinking over to the edge of her perch. Pamila watched wearily the continuing rain of bodies and wreckage as it fell to the forest floor. She took slow gulps of air as her head tried to clear. Stop spinning.

Then threw up.

Coughing and spitting out the last of her breakfast to feed the tree's roots, she turned on her back and looked up at the once friendly sky through the holed canopy of leaves. Showing no visible signs of her ordeal, she told herself to NEVER casually glance at the mating section of the posting board EVER, EVER again!

The mating swarm was high above, still moving in an agitated, erratic state. It still had yet to catch what was probably the last queen of this season. Even from here, she could see that it was thinning. The swarm was tiring of the hunt. Servers the bastards right if they all dropped dead of exhaustion! she thought bitterly. Why'd they have to choose the best day of the summer to fuck anyway?

A surviving hitchhiker bee dropped beside her, trembling in a mindless spasm. It ambled over to her in a zombie like state. She watched it with a weary detachment as it crawled upon her leg and up to her pelvis. It pulled at the black bikini briefs she wore with it's mandibles, then bit the straps clean through. Tugged the remains down. Before it sank in what it was doing, the inset was on her stomach, dipping it's thorax between her limp and open thighs.

There was a sensation of mild penetration in her vagina. A thrust once, twice. A third then it shook anew in release. The bee didn't even bother with a grunt or relaxed sigh. Made to amble off after doing the deed as if nothing had happened.

In one motion, Pamila was sitting up and backhanding the male drone off her. It cartwheeled through the air, tumbled to the ground in a slow spiral. She watched with fury in her eyes as it landed feather like, stood up, shook as if in time with a pulse, stop, then turn on it's back. It's six legs curled into it's belly. A second male bee fell on the branch and tired to repeat his comrade's action. Met one of Pamila's spiked heeled shoes instead. It arced over the side.

"Bastards!" she yelled, "First you ruin my day! Almost get me killed! Now you want to fuck me because you can't get any! UP YOURS!!"

Her anger abated after a few moments enough for a slight pang of guilt to settle in for the second lecherous bee. Rolling over, she crawled to the edge where she had sent it flying, absently grabbing and tossing her ruined panties aside. She was just in time to see the last of the bees tremble into lifelessness.

Of course it was a bad thing she thought, but the creature was dead anyway. Male drones only lived to stick it to the queen. These guys had burned themselves out in the attempt. If one or two had been dumb enough to go after a fairy, they deserved what they got.

Memory yet again trying to dawn on her, she looked up. The swarm by it's movements had still yet to find the queen. It had thinned considerably more, she could just make out individual bees as they dropped out. They'd be long dead before they hit the ground.

She felt an itch in her sex. Pamila's eyes went wide in surprise from the sensation.

Granted, Pfil was often complaining about Pamila's 'itch', or rather, her habit of screwing any creature of the forest when it suited her. But this was a true physical irritation. Then she got more of a shock: it was moving!

On all fours, Pamila reached between her legs to probe her cunt. The tips of her gloved fingers brushed against something, but it wriggled away, going deeper inside her. She felt just a twinge of panic that it might be a young worm somehow finding it's way into her during the crash. The hungry blind newborn could easily mistake her soft inner flesh for the meat of a maple nut or other such fruit. As a Hunter, it was her duty to protect the creatures of the forest when not interfering with the natural way of things. But this did not include being eaten alive by a maggot!

"Get out of there you little shit!" she exclaimed in a huff. Her trained pussy muscles closed about the intruder and it pushed back, inching in just a bit more. She hated the idea of crushing the baby, but if it got any further, she'd be at it's mercy. And she dreaded the thought of it chomping down on her-her most private, sensitive region no less-even more. With slight regret-not to mention the revolution of having to clean up after-Pamila willed her snapper vaginal muscles to contract with vise force…

The 'worm' fought back.

Swelling, the larva met and returned Pamila's strength. She found herself in a sort of tug of war and stained with more effort. Laying forward with her ass high and legs spread, clawed furrows into the tree's soft bark with both hands. Face contorted with the effort. Ragged gasps soon escaped her clenched teeth and a light sheen of perspiration formed on her forehead. Any cock she didn't want in there would be pulp by now.

"I'm sorry!" she wheezed, "I really am! But it's you or me! Just give it up!" Any moment now she expected to feel a 'pop', have bug juice and entrails come shooting out of her. It was a less than a comforting thought.

She could feel the doomed innocent's heartbeat against her inner walls as it fought for it's oh so short life. To add to her shame, her body began reacting the only way it knew how. A second sheen of moisture formed at her sex, the dew of fairy nectar began to run down her thighs.

Pamila could feel it at her cervex, pushing into her uterus and knew she had lost as the maggot baby slipped from her grip. Still she held her muscles tight, preparing for the coming fatal pain she knew she would suffer. A tear left her eye as she felt it snuggle halfway into it's new home. Rested from it's ordeal before making to dine.

"Please...no..." she wimpered.

It started as the infant's pulse only got stronger. Began pushing against the walls of her birth canal sending shocks of pain throught her body. She squirmed and kicked crying out wishing to find some way to end it quickly, jump to her death, but it was too late. The spasams that hit made her legs useless, she could only raise her ass high as she suffered. Scream.

She was given a ray of hope as she felt the maggot again at her vaginal walls. Maybe it had realized it's mistake she thought, willed herself still and relaxed her muscles. If it found her unapitizing it would leave. She could still bleed to death from the damage it had no doubt done, but if she could manage the pain and get to the castle's hospital, she had a chance. All the maggot had to do was leave.

But no, it wasn't leaving. It was just being vengeful at it's treatment.

It's mass bloated to cover the slack it encountered, the pulse of it's heart throbbed against her inner walls giving Pamila a pleasure she knew was false. She fought back only to give her unwanted guest more of an excuse to explode in her body. She let out another cry with wide eyes as her pussy was filled to bursting.

The infant's heart only grew stronger. So intense was it's beat, the doomed Hunter's firm shapely hindquarters began to rock with the rhythm. It's pulse ran back and forth through the length of her sex. The information her body told her mind weighed against the facts as she knew them, a scale was tipped, and she gave into pleasure as her body was devoured from the inside out.

With a new wonted cry, Pamila pressed her pelvis against the bark to fully absorb the energy of the maggot's motions, but it was too intense even for her. Turning on her back, the lust mad fairy slid up a slender black top covering her breasts to fondle and pinch them as she was rocked by the baby insect buried in her lovely body.

It had killed her she thought as she only sank deeper into her lust. The maggot had bit into her and the shock had killed her on the spot. Now she was getting fucked by the most perfectly fitting heavenly cock her pussy had ever taken. She'd glady take it for all eternity, but where was the stud it should have been attached to? And why did her womb still sting?

The intruder's beat went mad and so did Pamila as she came. Legs apart and rearing on her toes with back arched, she gripped at the tree's bark anew. The fairy let out a wailing moan, shaking all the while. Once spent, she collapsed into a pant almost forgetting what had made her cum. Looked to her belly expecting to see a writhing bloat. Dimly hoped Pfil wasn't the one to find her remains.

A column of flesh stood out of her pussy. At it's tip was a mushroom cap of good size. Strong veins coursed under it's semi-translucent yellow skin. It was of an impressive length and thickness. All and all, save for the fact it was pointing the wrong way from where it was and lacked balls, it was a magnificent specimen of a cock. Pamila blinked then rubbed her eyes. Her mouth fell open.

She had a dick!

Or rather, her unwanted guest was hung like a hedgehog. Any thoughts she had that this was an insect child went over the side. Then she did just that: looked over the side and to the dead bees that rested on the forest floor. Stared again at the dick.

"This is the bee's dick!?" Pamila announced aloud sitting up. The insect had detached his male member into her like a female drone loses her stinger after an attack. She knew woefully little about bees save that they produced honey and most hives traded with the castle. They filter from flower to flower, collect pollen and had been used in some lame explanation by her mother to explain sex. That had messed her up well into fairy puberty and she's been catching up ever since.

But now looking at the thing between her legs, experiencing it, she could see why mom had used them as a sexual reference. No wonder fairies weren't allowed up today!, she thought. If the others knew how good bee dick was, there'd be none left for the queen bee! It's almost worth the pun-ish-ment…

She ran that last part through her mind again… The PUNISHMENT bit.

Anyone caught in the skies during the bee mating time had to pull two months work detail at the castle's compost heap-so the last part of the notice went. A weak panicked squeak escaped Pamila's throat. Then she collected herself.

SHE was the Hunter on duty in this area. She and Pfil anyway. If any other Hunter or fairy had seen her, they would be arresting her now, gloating at her honest mistake. Yes, she convinced herself, she was due a mistake now and then. Besides, no one was harmed-save a few dozen bees who would have died anyway. The queen the others were chasing after had to be knocked up by now. So there was no harm, no foul. And she really hated shoveling shit!

The only thing left to do was get rid of the damning piece of evidence between her legs. Pity, she thought with reluctance, that like a female's stinger, it was spent once it was used. She'd have liked to keep it if she could. That was one of the better fucks she had had in a while.

But why was it still hard…?

As her hand wrapped around the member to pull it out however, she felt a matching tug in her uterus. As it started to hurt, she stopped. Was suddely aware of it's full length was even greater than what was sticking out of her. As well as filling her pussy, the damn thing was in her womb, wedged in tight and no chance of simply being pulled out.

And then as if protesting, or complamenting, her action, the dick began to throb anew. Pamila lent back resting on her hands relishing the beat in her cunt till it subsided. Not wanting it to stop, her hand went back to it. Began to run along the stalk. Put her head back as she felt an answering pulse in her wanting pussy.

Soon she was laying on the tree, writhing towards another orgasm jacking off the bee cock one handed. Her guest came as she did, firing a geyser of bee cum into the air. It was a thin but thick white aerosol spray, with little falling back down. What did burned cool against her hot skin. Pamila only drank in the sensation. Purred a moan luxuriating in it. Once she had recovered however, she tried again to remove the bee's shaft. Ended up having it take her to climax yet again.

The panic of the unjust settled on her as she lay panting on her back for a second time. If she went to the Castle-much less anywhere-her crime would be known. It was sticking out of her for crying out loud! And not only did this thing stand out-to put it mildly-it went off at the drop of a leaf! She liked sex as much as the next forest creature-okay, maybe a bit more-but not this much!

Stroking it again, she figured that in a few hours she'd have to figure out a way of getting rid of it. A few days at least. If she didn't show then, they might come looking for her. Pfil would be a definite…

Pamila's hands moved a bit slower at that thought. What would her new toy think of the blonde fairy's tight sweet slit? She closed her eyes imagining her friend bouncing on the bee shaft…

…She could sneak home and hide out there. After a week or two, she or Pfil could come up with something. A month tops!

Another geyser rose to the sky as Pamila shuddered in climax. Thought that being a permanent recluse wouldn't be all that bad.

"Shameless fairy whore!" a girl child's voice called out. Pamila's eye's opened in shock.

In front of her was a very large bee. It was twice the size of the males with it's thorax more elongated. A bald spot graced the top of it's furry midsection. Pamila just barely recognized a queen. Busted! was all she could think. She managed a forced smile that did little good.

"I'll have your head for this!" the queen-sounding more like a princess Pamila thought-ranted, "How dare you disrupt my mating! This is war between us!"

"War!?" Pamila repeated sitting blot upright, "Hold on a second! I didn't mean for this to happen! It was a mistake! Your guys-!"

"Mistake?! MISTAKE!! You destroyed the cohesion of the swarm and it was a mistake! How stupid do you think I am! Everyone knows you fairies nearly wiped out all the hives with your 'harmless' flying ages ago! Fouling our skies with your stench! Why our ancestors didn't sweep you from the forest then is a mistake we will correct now! Once I talk to my mother--<Yack, Yack Yack> (and so on…)"

As the young queen threw her tantrum, calling Pamila and all fairies names that burned the tips of the Hunter's pointed ears, she simply sat and took it. For a while she felt it was the only thing she could do, she was now officially caught. But then the irate bee's other words began to sink in. Words like, 'mother', and, 'when I get back'. One of Pfil's little nature lessons bubbled into her friend's now sheathing brain.

Putting two fingers in her mouth, Pamila blew a shrill whistle. Then shivered: her breath had touched the cock head and it had let her know how much it liked that sort of thing. She could wrap her lips about the head, swallow much of it, the way she sat, but pushed the urge down. She was too mad herself. She looked the queen bee right in the eye.

"Hate to interrupt your declaration of war, 'Queenie', but is it true you can't go back to the hive you came from?"

"What does that have to do with anything, you fairy bitch! We will-!"

"Look you little brat!! Call me that again and I'll shove my foot up your ass!!

"NOW… you head back to the hive, and the queen in residence will fight you, probably kill you right? Same deal with the males: they go back without getting their job done, they get killed stright up. But they're dead either way, so no big deal.

"But if they did do the deed-namely knocking you up-you'd be scouting out your own hive and not worrying about a few stragglers. Much less how a fairy smells. So we can assume you aren't pregnant, so no hive. That means you're out on your own and just as much up shit creek as I am!"

Pamila managed to stand up, towering over the queen. Fists on her hips, she put on an air of menace and rage. "So, 'little girl', I suggests you watch your tone and check your attitude! You may be a royal brat, but I'll knock you around like a peasant bitch!"

Pamila could see in the insect's many eyes, it had no idea how to fight. If she had, the bee would have stung Pamila right off instead of yell at her. And as far as her threat of war went, who was going to listen to an infertile queen?

Aside from the Fairy Queen at Pamila's trial that is. If she was on garbage duty before, she'd be managing it full time now. Probably have to sleep in it. Of course she could kill the brat. What was one more dead bee? And she was the only witness to the crime.

Because it would be wrong, Pamila answered herself at once. Not only would she hate herself for it, but she'd never be able to look at Pfil, or anyone else for that matter, the same way. Besides, mistake or no, this was indeed her fault.

Her thoughts where broken by sobs. The young queen lay squat before her, balling her eyes out. The scene, and her decision, pulled at her otherwise hard heart strings and Pamila glanced away, ashamed at herself. Then she knelt down to pat the child's head, offer at least some comfort.

"Look kid-I mean your majesty-I'm sorry. About yelling and all. You have every right to be pissed. But…maybe we can work something out?"

"W-What more can you do to me," the queen hiccuped, "Y-Y-You bully! Y-you tramp! Y-!"

"I'm trying to be nice kid…" Pamila said through gritted teeth, "Don't push it!" And once she had the young queen's attention, the Hunter told her of a possible solution. Wispered it into her ear.

The young insect's antennae sprang up in a blush. "I couldn't do something like that!"

"You were going to do it anyway!"

"B-But look what you've done to it! It's not suppose to be big! And it's all deformed! That's suppose to fit inside me for the rest of my life! It's sticking out of you!!"

On her knees now, Pamila looked at the bee member. Held her hand under it but didn't dare touch it. It was just too damn sensitive. The rest of her fairy life, centries, taking a mutant bee's dick. She might get tired of it in twenty years or so. but for now, "All we really need to do is get some sperm into you. Hold your pussy over the pee hole…"

"That will never work!" the queen shot back, but seemed mesmerized by the deformed-as she put it-reproductive organ. "And even if it did, I'd have to come to you for more…and," she came closer, her voice suddenly a whisper, "It smells odd…"

Before Pamila could do anything, the queens thin long tongue shot out at the penis's opening. As the unprepared fairy reeled from the surge that sent through her, the bee clamped onto the head with her fore legs and started licking the slit in earnest.

"Oh god!!" Pamila exclaimed. Tried to stand but fell back, "Stop…please! Not…not like that!!!"

But the queen had a death grip on her stolen property, as Pamila was well aware. Atop the Hunter now as she fell on her back, the bee's tongue went deep into the channel probing wildly. The odd insect member translated this into an indescribable feeling against Pamila's pussy walls and she writhed crazily, tears welling in her eyes. Head thrashing from side to side. Orgasming as soon as the tongue had gone in, she couldn't stop cumming. It was like the organ had been hit in it's G-spot and was striking all of hers in response. She may have blacked out from the assault. She wasn't certain.

The next thing Pamila knew was that the queen was at her breasts, licking at the spots of bee cum that covered her body. Her black eyes were as glazed as the male's before her, but there was a conscious glow behind them. As if she was barely aware of what she was doing. And even though part of her was on automatic, she was enjoying it. The young queen's belly rubbed against the cock's head, sending manageable jolts through Pamila. She caught her breath just, but in her haze she imagined the feel of the queen's sex against the huge member. It well dwarfed the opening but that didn't stop the insect from trying to force it in. It was then with horror the fairy realized that's exactly what she was doing!

The queen was tearing herself apart!

She could hear the cracking of the carapace now, segmented shell parting in ways it was never meant to. Blood trickling down the shaft and against her own skin. She cried anew, only now with tears of sorrow. Knowing it was too late to save her from a slow, painful death-and one that she had feared not too long ago-Pamila still made the effort to free the insect girl. Her hands reached up, began to push against the bee's shell…

And spasmed into limpness as a new wave rippled from the cock and into her body.

She was helpless in her pleasure. This was not only more intense than before but more concentrated. It was only the fact that someone was dying as she was being driven mad with pleasure kept Pamila lucent. But it was still an effort not to give in. It felt like she was taking the biggest dick in the world and it only kept coming, quaking her pussy with orgasm atop orgasm as it plowed in. She knew what was happening at once: the thing, the monster between her legs, was being overwhelmed by the tightness it was encountering. The muscles and sinuses it was ripping apart. The life it was horribly ending.

Still knowing that, she came. She couldn't help it. The orgasm was the most powerful she had ever felt and would probably ever feel. Lights exploded in her mind and her body felt as if it was blown away by the wave. It was the most purest, fulfilling moment of her life…

As she lost consciousness to the bee's cries, Pamila had never felt worse in her whole life…

She woke slowly, with an arm over her eyes sick with guilt. Her body still tingled from the sensations the bee's member had drowned her in. The warmth of the sun leached through the rustling leaves and down upon her. The scents of the forest poured into her nostrils, mixed with the musk of her sex. But she was aware of none of it, the only thing she knew was the weight that lay on her.

It wasn't the first time she knew death, she had killed many times in the line of duty in fact. Rapist, poachers and insects who had killed for the sheer pleasure of the act, Pamila had given them all instant and final justice never thinking twice. But the queen bee had been an innocent. Indeed, the wrong had been done to her. Pamila was the true criminal. If she had only followed the rules…she started to cry.

…the body atop her moved…

Immediately the fairy froze, not even taking a breath. The weight continued to shift on it's own and it was then she noticed several differences. The weight ran close to her own body's length, from chest to toes. The texture of it was not a segmented carapace covered with thick, bristling hairs but as soft-and warm-as her own. As it continued to move, as if trying to stand, the body's breasts pressed against Pamila's belly. It's head between her own clevage. A movement at the hips…

And gasped as the bee cock worked in her pussy. Eyes closed, she noted at once this wasn't the same. The shaft was sliding in her body, not throbbing maddly as it normally did. But it was still big and wondrful. Then, just as she was getting into the new/old experience, she got a bigger shock as it pulled out! Taking away her arm and looking, she received yet another.

The fairy girl laying atop Pamila looked even more amazed that she was there. She examined her arms and hands as if for the first time. Wiggled her fingers and was amazed by the act. She put her hands to her angled lovely face and teased the cheeks, her bushy blonde eyebrows. As she stood upright, she was running a hand through black spiked hair, tufted above the forehead with two blonde locks. The other cupped a small but rounded breast.

If not for the fairy's black on black eyes, her oddly rounded wings and the VERY familiar member sticking out of her pussy, Pamila might have continued to think she was just some mystery girl. As it was she had a sudden realization of yet another mystery. "Q-Queenie?" the stupefied Hunter asked.

"What did you do to me you fairy tart?" the transformed honey bee asked in reply. She was no longer examining herself, but standing accusingly. "You've cursed me!"

"I didn't do anything! Y-You squatted down on that thing and-!" Pamila went silent as the tip of a rapier blade was put before her face. It was black with an oily gloss, the hand guard was an elaborate lace work complete with a gold crest. "Where the hell did you get that!?"

"Your magic has failed you, sow!" the blade came closer, Pamila now noted the shine's ooziness: the blade was poisoned. "The curse that gave me your damn form, has also turned my stinger into a weapon of justice! Even if I don't know how to fight, I can still run you through!"

But before the former insect could carry out the threat the sword came away as she doubled over with a spasm and gasp. Then she made the mistake of grabbing at the cock between her legs with her free hand. Crying out, she arced back and fell over, the rapier flew out of her hand and jabbed into the tree. The bark blackened and smoked were it's tip penetrated. Arms about her sides, she writhed and panted as the dick throbbed.

"Make it stop! It hurts!" the bee/fairy begged as her head rolled from side to side.

Pamila sat up to watch the scene. By the fluster and sweat on the poor girl's skin, the sound of her breath as it came out in a pleasured rasp, the Hunter seriously doubted that what she was experiencing was pain. Crawling over and laying beside the bee girl with her head propped up on an arm, the fairy couldn't help but smile mischievously. "Why should I help you? You were going to kill me a minute ago." She asked coyly

The girl regained some composure, looked to Pamila, "I'm…I'm sorry! Please stop your magic!"

"I told you before: it wasn't my fault your males came after me-not on propose anyway-much less this. And as far as helping you out," her hand reached out and gently brushed the shaft in question, "You just need to get use to your new body. The only thing you look like you're hurt'in for is an orgasm." The girl trembled and took deep breaths as Pamila stroked the cock jutting from her cunt. The Hunter giggled and hushed her as she started to whine. "Relax queenie, go with it. Once it gets started up, it doesn't stop till you come."

Moaning her protest, the bee queen slowly accepted her new body's responses for what they were. Pamila, ever ready to give aid, leaned over to nuzzle the girl's neck. She seemed to fight the advance at first, then turned her lips to meet the fairy's. Melting into a long kiss, the two held it until a new spasm made the queen pull away for air. A weblet of dew traced their mouths before designating.

Pamila decided it was time for some proper payback. Since the drone's dick-which by rights belonged to the queen-had planted itself in her pussy, drunk her nectar, the fairy felt she should get some back. Feather kissing a roundabout path down the girl's body, Pamila paused to bite at her nipples and shudder the poor child into her first orgasm as a fairy. Surprised by it's mildness, the Hunter continued south until at the rod. A strong beat oscillated from it's tip, down into the queen and back up again. Pamila's own sex throbbed just from the sight-it already gushed thick nectar with the help of the girl's sighs and her own fingers-but deigned herself for the moment. This was a very special day for the transformed queen, she should be able to look back on it well.

Besides, Pamila thought licking her lips, she was a bit thirsty.

"Now don't think just because I'm doing this for you," Pamila said, her mouth poised above the cock, "that I do this all the time…" it sunk past her lips.

Instantly, the bee girl went ridged, her eyes wide in shock. Then, as she let out a slow, heavy breath, she moaned and trembled, becoming louder and more animate in seconds. As this continued, Pamila's lone masturbating hand joined the other to hold the thrashing girl down. Her own pussy quivered and she actually bit the very tip of the cock's head to control the orgasm, setting off one for the girl as well. Still for a time, she started right up again as the fairy became frustrated and began licking the shaft, then rimming the cunt it filled. Finding a trickle of the bee's juices-nothing of what a proper fairy gave-Pamila lapped ravenously at the pussy lips. Sucked on the erect nub of the clitoris. The bee queen shook with multiple climaxes.

At last the dick, the object that Pamila had milked with such effort, reacted. Moving as a snake in it's death throws, the pulsating shaft of bee meat quaked, throbbed and rippled in climax…then went lip for the first time ever.

All without releasing a drop of cum…

Dazed, Pamila felt it melt in her hand. Looked at it bend in disbelief. Glancing at the sun told her only a few hours had passed since the crash. Usually guys blew their load after a few minutes under her care, and she had seen this thing shoot off several times before. So what happened now?

"I'm never bad mouthing a fairy again!" the bee girl breathed. Then she giggled happily hugging her stomach. "I'm pregnant…"

Pamila looked to the girl's face across her belly, and noted a rise from swelling. As horny as anything, she still couldn't help but grin, "So that's where it all went!"

"Thank you Ms. Fairy." the queen glowed, lovingly caressed her stomach.

Before Pamila could reply, a voice from above commented gleefully, "Yes harlot, you made my day as well!"

Both Pamila and the new queen looked up to see a new fairy hovering over them with crossed arms and an arrogant air. She wore a spandex one piece that covered her head but left her breasts exposed. She settled before them with a triumphant sneer, blue antenna and head knocked back, a manicial giggle issued forth from her throat before she said, "You are so busted!"

Fearfully, the petite changed bee queen clung to Pamila's waist as the Hunter took a challenging poise. "Takapi! What the fuck is your problem now?"

"It's not my problem slut! I saw you up there, the whole forest did! Now you rape an insect and use some kind of magic to change her against her will! If the Queen doesn't hang you for this, she'll pluck your wings and make you head of the shit heap!"

"You're going to be right next to me cow!" Pamila said trying to untangle herself but the bee girl continued to hold her back. "I'm gonna shove that smile so far up you're ass you'll be shitting teeth!!"

"Please stop this!" the newly transformed queen begged, "She didn't do anything wrong! She got me pregnant!"

This made the rival Hunters freeze, Pamila turning blue with embarrassment. Then recovering from the shock of the announcement, Takapi daintily put a limp wrist before her mouth and let out a heighty laugh.

"You knocked her up? Your dear Pfil will love to hear that!"

"It's true!" the bee girl said gripping Pamila's arm lovingly them looked up at the Hunter and asked, "Who's Pfil?"

"She's her lover!" Takapi answered for the struck silent fairy. "Pamila fucks anything that moves while her girlfriend gets raped pretending she doesn't like dick!"

"That's it bitch! You're dead!" Pamila threatened but turned and looked at the bee girl at her arm. Softly she said, "Queenie I…" then fell silent as the girl only leaned against her.

"It's okay… a queen is suppose to be alone. And you gave me my hive." She looked up at Pamila forcing a smile to her lips but couldn't hold the gaze. "Besides this is all my fault…"

Before Pamila could respond, the other continued, "I was freighted of them, saw how they attacked the others. They didn't come from just our hive, they were from all over. Just one big mindless mass trying to rape us. No one told me that would happen. They smothered the other queens with their bodies, they begged for the males to stop-They screamed! But they just kept on attacking them, even after other males were done. They came after me and all I saw were masses of souless eyes.

"I ran then saw you. Remembered how fairies smelled like mating queens so I crossed your path to throw the swarm off. But by the time I found my courage, knew that if I didn't I'd never become a true queen and have a hive, it was too late. They had totally given up on me. Then I caught the scent of a lone male and followed it to you. I had no right to be angry when I first saw you." Pamila felt tears on her arm. "Please forgive me…"

The Hunter hugged the girl to her kissing the top of her head. "It's okay kid-I mean your majesty-it was fun keeping it warm for you."

Takapi made a gagging sound with a finger to her open mouth. "I hate to break this up-NOT-but your ass is still fried Pamila! And as for the bee freak, what makes you think our Queen is going to let her come to term?"

"Whatever The Queen decides," yet another newcomer announced, "it is not for you to say Takapi!"

This fairy was naked save for a loincloth about her shapely hips. Her skin was abnormally dark for an eastern fairy-which she wasn't. The African immigrant's hair was a close cut pink mane atop her head. She looked at all with gold irised eyes like a lioness might look upon prey. The queen bee hid behind Pamila as the gaze locked on her.

"Captain Zakiya," Pamila offered trying to meet those fearfully assured eyes, "She didn't do anything. This is all my fault. Please don't hurt her."

"Bull!" Takapi offered savoring the moment, "She forced herself on her and used some kind of magic to turn a bee into a fairy! I saw it all!!"

"Be silent Takapi." Zakiya ordered as two more fairies came in behind her.

"But…"

"I said shut up!" the fairy captain commanded giving a warning look. The mouthy fairy bowed in embarrassed apology and Zakiya again looked at Pamila and the young queen as the girl stepped from behind the other.

"Q-Queenie…" Pamila offered. The young queen gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay Ms. Fairy… Pamila. This all happened because I was afraid. I won't be afraid ever again." She looked fully into the Hunter captain's eyes with resolve, "Do what you wish to me."

Zakiya landed as quicksilver: one moment hovering in midair, the next kneeling on a knee before the bee queen with head bowed. "Will you will please accompany us back to our castle your Majesty?"

Even with her submissive posture, no one took it as a request…

"So what happened at the castle?" Pfil demanded in a huffy air. While all knew of Pamila's aerial dance, more gossip than fact spread after the event. And aside from the new royalty in the forest, there was something else the blonde fairy wanted straightened out.

Pamila lay leisurely against the nest wall in only leggings and gloves. Stretched seemingly unmindful of her friend's ire. She knew her too well: yes Pfil had been honestly angry upon returning home, but Pamila's tale wasn't even half done and now she put on an act. The caught Hunter yawned: this was all very old to her and it had been a long day.

"We went to the castle as asked including Takapi who was only too happy to see me hang. We told our stories to The Queen who only sat on her throne silent and quite. Just as she normally is when she's already made up her mind. Queenie was pleading that nothing happen to me for what she did."

"'Queenie?' What she did!?" Pfil repeated accusingly.

"She likes the name!" Pamila shot back. "And I got punished for being up there didn't I? I was standing up for her too! Takapi was her usual snide bitchy self and dropping insults now and then. The Queen just sat on her throne all calm and tranquil. I thought we where dead for sure. But then the old sage started talking." The Hunter made a spooky face waving her hands about, "'Once in a thousand years!', and all like she normally does. Everything just fell into place of some old legend. It was fate."

"Which legend is this: The nympho fairy strikes again?!" Pfil huffed. Pamila bristled at the comment, as she always did, but went on after giving her good friend a leveling look.

"No really. Fairies trade their nectar with bees and other hive insects, who use it for special occasions: like mixing it with royal jelly and feeding it to mating swarms and queens. The sage said that if a fairy queen's nectar reaches a certain age and is given in the right amount, on a certain day when all the planets are in all that cosmic crap, a normal insect can be turned into a fairy! Looks like my nectar was just what was needed to set the whole thing off." Pamila tilted up her head at this. Prideful that her body could do such a thing. Pfil gave her a mean look. Then grinned ready to cut her back down to size.

"So that means you are a father!" the blonde Hunter giggled before crooning and pointing and making her friend's ears burn, "Deadbeat dad! Deadbeat dad!!"

Sobering as she took her revenge on her sex-crazed partner-as she would for some time to come in fact-Pfil gave an irked Pamila a leveling look and asked, "But that still doesn't explain what that is doing there!"

In reply Pamila only lowered her parted legs to let the transformed bee cock stand alone. Thick, stiff and erect.

"I don't know," Pamila answered as the member jilting from her cunt began to throb and her head angled in a swoon, "the sage was stumped. This had never happened in the legends." The fairy let out a moan as she stroked it with one hand while cupping a breast with the other. Pfil went right back to anger.

"That's not what I meant!! You said that this Queenie had it last! That it was hers! What's it doing back in you?!"

Pamila's head lolled to the side as both hands took the massive cock and her chest heaved in passionate breaths. Licking her lips as she came down from a wave of pleasure, she looked to Pfil and managed, "It only…drinks fairy…nectar. Won't…feed off Queenie… only cums inside her."

"So you have to nurse a bee penis till she needs it back?! That's a punishment for you!?!" Pfil demanded. Pamila smiled at her.

"The bitch of it is, Tokapi got garbage duty for standing by and letting it happen! She only got a week, but I have to watch this thing for a month!"

Before Pfil could make comment, the cock in her friend's sex began to bob by itself unmolested. The motion took Pamila's hips as it bled out of her body as if from another source. Head knocked back, the almost tortured Hunter let out a sweet scream of orgasm as she back crawled up the nest's thatch walls to raise her midsection off the floor. Her body moved as if taking hard thrusts, then froze. With a sigh she collapsed as a thick honey spewed from the bee cock. Nearly hit Pfil who was now a bit dazed.

Pamila looked to her friend heaving breath. "How... How am I suppose... to get any rest like... this?!"

"I thought…I thought you said it came out in a spray?" the blonde fairy asked with an aroused fluster in her cheeks.

"This is for Queenie, she's the only one it will make pregnant . But it's greedy. Likes to 'feed' when it dosen't have to. And it learns what you…<GASP!!> it's starting up again…"

"Is there…is there anything I can do to help?" Pfil asked in a small wanting timid voice with a hand before her mouth. Shyly nibbled a finger.

Pamila noted the drop of cum seeping through her friend's wet white panties from under her all too short black skirt and nibbled her lower sensuous lip. Felt a kind of anticipation from her charge at the thought of getting a new vintage of fairy nectar. The effort it would have to go through to change hosts. Wondered what would happen if she took it up the ass once her friend had it.

"Well…now that you mention it…" she smiled.