03

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.

"Sometimes the foreskin comes in too tight on a witch's new cock. Thankfully, it is still fresh and pliable. This will sting, but don't worry," she said, before wedging her fingers under Bonnie's foreskin and stretching it out like taffy. It was terribly painful, but when it was over, her newly loosened foreskin sat comfortably.

"Now aren't you the lucky one! It is not often that Rhiannon sees fit to bless a new student with a cambion! I will have much to explain when things are settled. For now, rejoice, you are truly blessed."

The witch walked away to tend to others, and Bonnie's head fell low. She saw all eyes were on her, as the other girls whispered amongst themselves. This didn't feel like a blessing. It felt like she was the ugly duckling in her new group right out of the gate.

When she caught the gaze of the girl she'd danced with, Bonnie forgot her worries for the moment. The girl smiled warmly at Bonnie, not put-off by her new deformation. Without thinking, Bonnie's eyes dropped.

Bonnie gasped. The girl's cock was huge!

Looking around, Bonnie was happy to see a reason for kinship with the girl; Bonnie's dick was the thickest and second longest with the largest balls, while the blonde's was the longest and second thickest, with the second largest balls.

Bonnie anxiously worked up the courage to use this similarity as a reason to start conversing with the girl, but falling from the sky got in the way. Looking up, a dozen young witches spiraled down to the clearing on broomsticks.

They were all in a uniform, with pointed hats, dresses, and cloaks of varying colors. Each landed, shuffling into the group. The witch in charge projected her voice to instruct the crowd. "Each of you initiates will go with one of my acolytes. You will each be given a cloak for the journey and ride behind an acolyte to the academy. I am all too aware that you're all foaming at the mouth to play with your new cocks, but it must wait. Now, now, don't tarry."

A small huddle of the acolytes were glaring at Bonnie's unusual dick, as they giggled and cooed to each other. After a few seconds of hushed bickering, one of them approached Bonnie and draped a dark gray cloak over her. The girl was very pretty, with dark hair and blue eyes. "I'm Nadia," she said. "I'll be your ride."

"Oh," Bonnie said timidly. "Thank you, miss. I'm Bonnibell."

Nadia turned around and put her back to Bonnie as she mounted the broom. "Hold on to be very tightly. If you fall, it means death."

Chapter 2

As soon as Bonnie's arms were around Nadia, the broom scooped her up into the air. Bonnie squealed in fear, discomfort, and confused arousal. The stick between her legs was extremely hard on Bonnie's brand new testicles, and she was unsure if any sitting position would have helped. Her cock, on the other hand, was squashed with the stick below it and Nadia's full weight above it. Bonnie's huge ribbed cock was sandwiched between the enormous cheeks of Nadia's bare ass.

Riding the broom with Nadia grinding on her virgin dick was both painful and pleasurable. In seconds, she was twice as high as the trees, though, so all she could do was hug Nadia with all her strength and ride it out. Bonnie screamed with her eyes clamped shut for the entire forty-minute flight. All the while, her cock leaked precum onto Nadia.

When the flight finally slowed, Bonnie could hear awes from all around her. She pried one eyelid open and beheld the beauty of the campus. It was all sprawling from one central gothic cattle, with narrow spires, pointed arches, and stained-glass windows. Bonnie had heard tell of cathedrals that boggled the mind, but never imagined anything like this. Around it, gardens and swamps and adjoined buildings were swaddled within the castle's walls.

As Bonnie struggled to take it all in, it grew larger. Seeing how close she was getting to a building on the north side, she was sure they'd crash. Sure enough, those, the broom slowed to a soft hover before her feet touched the brick flooring of an elevated platform that joined the main castle to a small group of half-timber buildings. She was safe at last.

All thirteen pairs of women landed together, gathered on the black-bricked bridge. Not far off, Bonnie saw four more similarly sized groups landing as well. She looked frantically for the blonde girl who'd taken an interest in her, but they were on opposite ends of the crowd.

As Bonnie had been scanning the crowd, she'd noticed every single woman present sported a rock-hard erection, not just the naked initiates. Due to the short dresses that the acolytes wore, most of their cocks we're fully on display. Everybody seemed anxious to tend to their dicks, but the black-haired with who'd gathered them all had more instruction to give.

"Congratulations to you all. You are all officially students of Darkstone Academy. I am Headmistress Moon. You will all have a lot of questions, I am sure. Before anything, though, you must all be deloused."

There was murmuring among the initiates, which the headmistress cut off by announcing, "This is good news. In order to be deloused, you will learn your first, and simplest spell. While it may be simple, it shall be one that you will use every day."

Throughout the crowd, all of the acolytes whispered something as they held up their hands. Within their upright palms, amorphous clumps of translucent white light were conjured.

"Hold out your hands in just the way that you see my acolytes doing. Allow them to pass on their magicks and their words of power."

Beside Bonnie, Nadia offered her light. Bonnie held her hand to Nadia's, and the light expanded to hover over both hands at once. Nadia spoke softly but confidently, "Dinth glanadh."

"Dinth glanadh?" Bonnie repeated, unsure. As soon as the word was spoken, the light split, and Bonnie had her own magic light.

Seeing that everybody had their lights, the headmistress said, "This spell banishes all filth. When the phantom you hold comes in contact with dirt, lice, grime, and germs, the contaminants shall vanish. It also penetrates the skin harmlessly. This is how you are expected to dispose of all of your waste, before it ever leaves your body. We are above squatting in pots and tossing them out of the windows."

This concept was strange and fascinating. Bonnie held the light against her arm, feeling only a mild and pleasant tingle as the dirt was erased. Nadia helped her, first cleaning her hair. Nadia slowly worked the light down her body, cleaning herself completely. Once the initiates were clean, the acolytes got to work on themselves.

"Now," Ms Moon added. "Just because you have this spell at your disposal, doesn't mean you are excused from bathing. You are expected to bathe daily. Not only do baths have myriad benefits, but this spell does not clean semen. Go too long without a bath, and you will be sticky messes within days. There is a tub in each dorm house, and a public bathhouse in the main castle."

She continued, "speaking of your dorms, I shall assign them presently." Ms Moon gestured elegantly with her hands and conjured a floating storm of small parchments. Then by opening her arms fully, she sent the flurry of paper outwards. Not only did the thirteen standing around her get sought out by flying paper, but all of the initiates in their scattered crowds were targeted.

Bonnie flinched as a paper locked in on her, bracing to be hit, but it stopped in the air in front of her. It read: LAVENDER HOUSE. ROOM F. She reached out for it, but it evaded her grasp, playfully jerking away.

"You may follow the paper to your chambers. Everything you need will be there. Your more experienced classmates will roam the grounds, and are expected to be available at each novice dorm to mingle and answer questions. Your chamber will have beds, clothes, and welcome baskets. These are my gift to all of you. Off you go, then."

With the headmistress's dismissal, the papers all fluttered away, leading the girls in twisting directions to their dorms. Bonnie struggled to keep up with hers as she craned her neck looking for the girl she hoped to befriend. Alas, she was lost in the shuffle.

Bonnie chased her paper down elegantly macabre halls, awkwardly brushing against other girls scurrying down different directions. She ran down a spiral staircase and out a door onto a lawn. She was then lured back inside, up a grand staircase, through a library, down another spiral staircase, and back onto another lawn.

When Bonnie could take no more of these games, she was casually led up to a simple but pretty half-timbered house in a lavender coloration. She groaned at the mischievous paper and opened the door. Inside, a small crowd of unfamiliar girls greeted her from the living room. She returned the greeting curtly and followed the paper upstairs. At the end of the hall, it stopped at a door marked: F. With its job done, the paper went aflame and was gone.

Bonnie let out a long sigh, before opening the door. Her heart skipped a beat immediately. In the room there were two beds against one wall, a bookshelf, a writing desk with chairs on either side, a wardrobe, and a full length mirror. Looking through the wardrobe, a woman stood with her back to Bonnie. Without seeing anything else, Bonnie recognized her ass immediately.

The girl turned around, and her kind, dark eyes met Bonnie's and lit up. "It's you," the girl said excitedly, nearly singing. "My wish came true."

The fluttering in Bonnie's chest made her tongue-tied. Did the girl just say she wished for this? "I... wish?"

"Oh gods, that sounded stranger than I intended! I only meant... I don't know anyone here, and we got on well in the woods... I hoped we could be friends," the girl rambled. "I'm Quinn."

"I was hoping so, too. Thank you for dancing with me, and being nice to me. I'm Bonnibell, but my friend's call me Bonnie. At least, theoretically, they would... if I had friends. My teacher called me Bonnie, she was my friend, but then she died... am I still talking?"

"Bonnie is a lovely name. I'm sorry to hear about your friend, and of course, why wouldn't I be nice to you?"

"I don't know. You didn't know me, and then you still smiled at me when I grew this ugly thing," she said, glancing down to her aching cock.

Quinn furrowed her brow in befuddlement. "You surely jest. There's nothing ugly about your gift."

"You're very kind, but it's not necessary. I saw the way everyone was looking at me. I'm a freak," Bonnie despaired.

"The other girls looked at you with some combination of envy and lust," Quinn asserted. "Believe me."

Bonnie blushed. "Really? Even you?"

Now Quinn was the one blushing. "I was happy for you, so I didn't feel envy. As for... this is all very new to me. Until one hour ago, I haven't exactly seen the appeal of... cocks. Now, I've been tempted into becoming a witch, and now I've seen how cocks look on pretty girls, and I have one myself, and it's giving me these feelings and appetites... I find your cock quite beautiful, Bonnie. You've nothing to fret over."

"Oh," Bonnie replied, stunned. Her sight fell on Quinn's dick. It was so smooth, and pleasantly shaped, and so big. "I think yours is beautiful, too... I think you're beautiful."

Before either of them were conscious that they had moved, they were nearly close enough to kiss. When Quinn's dick poked Bonnie, it shook them back to reality. Quinn took a breath and thought as critically as she could.

"These erections are too compromising," Quinn pointed out urgently, then stepped around Bonnie to close the door. "My entire world is changing for me all at once. I upended my life to learn witchcraft, and the rules of this place are vastly different from all I've been accustomed to. Clearly modesty is not held as a virtue in this place."

"What are you getting at?" Bonnie asked.

Quinn took a breath to collect herself. "We must masturbate. It is more than evident that these erections will not subside otherwise. We may separate and undergo this in alone. If you would prefer, however, we may both remain here and try it together. I dearly hope for us to be friends, and I suspect that is the sort of thing that witches do with their friends."

Bonnie was put completely at ease. Quinn was just so earnest and adorable. She loved the idea. "Aye, let's. This puppy's killing me."

Quinn timidly went and sat on one of the beds. Bonnie, feeling bold, sat on the same bed. Each of them spread their legs wide, and Bonnie slipped her legs under Quinn's, meeting just above the knees. With this close-up view of each other's dicks, they each put a hand on their own.