Bonnibell Boyle had a small life, in a small village. Her days were filled only with chores and isolation. The isolation was self-inflicted, but that did not take the sting out of it.
The only person who had ever truly understood her was Ann, the teacher. Bonnie excelled under her tutelage, becoming an avid reader at a young age. When Bonnie grew to adulthood, a friendship grew between the two, and Bonnie began assisting her classes.
Last winter, however, Ann tragically passed to a fever. Bonnie mourned as though she were a widow. This dull life was nothing without Ann's light. These days, she strictly kept to herself. That was, until the dreams coaxed her into the night.
Bonnie's strange dreams began in the week leading up to the full moon. Each night, visions of dancing chromatic flames came to her, accompanied by woman's whispering voice. The voice spoke of sweet temptations that were lost to Bonnie upon waking. On the night of the full moon, her most powerful dream yet had come.
This night, the voice asked her, "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? Rise, my sweet, and walk east into the Hallowed Wood. There, you may take my gift. You may leave this place, never to return. With my gift, you may enter a college of witchcraft and study spells and rituals which you would not believe. Rise, if you would become a witch."
Bonnie woke, with the memory fresh and real. Between her legs, her pussy was soaked with burning lust. She was tempted to stay and stroke her clit until it chafed beyond recovery. She needed to tend to a more pressing temptation, though: heeding the call to the night.
She left in her night gown, trudging barefoot through the cold soil. She didn't care for her well-being on this night. If the dreams spoke true, she would be a witch, with all of her worries behind her. If it was all some madness, and she was marching on the warrant of her own wishful thinking, she would rather let exposure take her.
After a mile's hike through the woods, she noticed underwear hanging from a low branch. Just ahead, was a nightgown on the ground. Then there was another, and another. The nightwear of at least a dozen women was strewn about. So Bonnie took the hint and disrobed.
Gooseflesh tickled her pale skin. Her wavy orange hair fell over her shoulders, halfway down her modest breasts. Bonnie found her features plain and her body lackluster, but now was no time for shame.
Just a little further, a fire's glow pierced the forest. She followed it like a beacon, and softly gasped when she reached its light. Twelve women around Bonnie's age danced around the fire, all as naked and she. They wordlessly welcomed her, seeming delighted to have their thirteenth.
One woman seemed to gravitate to Bonnie, and they danced closely. She was slim, with pale blonde hair falling nearly to her magnificently sculpted rear. When her dark eyes met Bonnie's, a slight grin teased the corner of her lovely lips.
A kind of intoxication overtook Bonnie, and all thoughts cleared from her mind. She danced and basked in the company of her newfound sisters. It was bliss.
After an hour of this, the moon reached its apex in the sky, shining directly down into the clearing. That was when a new woman emerged from the shadows. She was not nude like the rest in the gathering, and did not join in the dance. She had flowing black hair and a black split dress to match. The slits on either side of the dress showed off pristine and plump thighs. The low neckline revealed her perfectly shaped, yet astonishingly large breasts.
The dancing settled as all faced the newcomer. With their attention, she announced, "each one of you is here because Mother Rhiannon foresaw greatness within you. Moreover, each of you answered her call to cast off what came before and claim the magicks which are rightfully yours."
The small crowd cheered, Bonnie included. She'd never been included in merriment before. It felt nice.
"Excellent. You stand at the threshold of greatness. Whether or not you cross it is your choice, and yours alone. Rhiannon offers her gift to each of you. With this gift, you will take the first step towards becoming witches and will be admitted to the Darkstone Academy of Witchcraft to undergo your studies. The gift may seem unusual. In order to channel magick through the body, it must first be added to. Rather than explain further, it is best I show you Rhiannon's gift."
The woman stepped forward, dangerously close to the fire. With a wave of her hand and a whisper, the fire tilted toward her. When a finger of the flame licked at her dress, it burned the garment all at once like flash-paper. The crowd gave a chorus of gasps at the abrupt display, and awes when the woman's naked form revealed itself.
The woman's body was the peak of feminine beauty. Between her legs, though, dangled a well-endowed cock, with balls to match. Aside from her head and underarms, her body was completely hairless. This added to the strange beauty of her hanging penis, which quickly inflated to harden halfway, and remained in that state.
"This is Rhiannon's gift. Should you accept, you will grow a cock of your own. It will be a source of great power for your witchcraft. It will also be a source of sinful delights without end. Step forwards towards to the flame to accept your gift to begin your journey. Otherwise, you may turn back now. You will find the walk home easy, and you will sleep very deeply. In the morning, this will all be a half-remembered dream."
The girls all looked to those near them, nervous to see who would go first. A tall woman with brown hair took that honor, and then two more followed at once. As they stepped near the bonfire, the flame whipped forwards to gently tap their pubic mounds.
Then, in a puff of smoke, penises appeared. They fell and swung as they materialized. Once in place, they stood erect in seconds, bobbing and throbbing with thirst.
As more girls stepped forward, the friendly and beautiful blonde girl looked to Bonnie with a desperate plea in her eyes. She bit her lip shyly and took her step.
Bonnie felt as though a stone was caught in her throat. This was the life that she wanted, as her village had nothing left for her. At that moment, she didn't care about any of that though. What pulled her towards the flame was the kind face who danced with her. Wherever that woman was going was where Bonnie needed to be.
There was a momentary sting as the flame licked at her. Then the ember of heat grew into a warm feeling she could get lost in. Her belly fluttered with tingles, and she felt lighter than air as the smoke puffed.
The weight of what was added surprised Bonnie. A substantial member of flung at her hip, first dangling and bouncing, then filling with blood to stand straight out, painfully hard. Bonnie's blood ran cold. Her dick was different than the others. The shape of it was unusual, with jagged ribs along the sides and protruding underbelly. It was also strangely fat, easily the girthiest in the group. It was more than three inches across at its thickest, and ten inches long. The skin around it wasn't equipped to handle this girth, as the foreskin clung painfully to the head.
The black-haired witch had been scanning her eyes at waist level, apparently looking out for something. When her eyes landed on Bonnie, she's apparently found what she was looking for, and approached urgently. Her hands went to the head of Bonnie's new cock.
