The Girl Who Could See Through Bull
There once was a girl who could see through bullshit. That might have been deemed to be a rather useful skill but in FairyTaleLand, where they shovel the bullshit out for everyone to see, it hardly seemed as useful as it might have sounded because just because the bullshit is there doesn’t mean people want to know about it.
A girl with golden tresses so long that it could dangle out of tower windows and be climbed up by passing princes. Sure. Why not?
A boy who leaves bread crumbs so that he can find his way back home. Sure. That sounded plausible and not only that, downright ingenious.
A fairy godmother that could make a beautiful gown out of sheer nothingness. Come on. Everyone knows fairy godmothers have terrible senses of fashion so any gown a fairy godmother might produce would most likely not be all that beautiful and would most likely not be in style but hey, why not?
Everyone knew these things but everyone ignored them either because that was what you did or because when presented with the glaringly obvious truths, they still couldn’t see them for what they were, but for one girl, the ability to keep quiet and go with the status quo was just something she could not or would not do.
Her name was Lily White and she was a reporter for the FairyTaleLand Gazette.
One day, a notice came into the newspaper’s offices and once again, Lily was called into her boss’s office. “Lily,” the man said. “I have a job for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to do a full and thorough reporting on the story.”
Lily couldn’t help but groaning to herself. Almost anywhere else, she knew what that would mean. It would mean do a full and thorough investigation and then report on what was discovered. Here in FairyTaleLand, what that meant was ask a few banal questions usually of the person who’d given you the story in the first place, then call it good, and report the story exactly as it had been told to you with no alteration whatsoever in the wording of the story.
“Can you do that?” her editor asked.
“Sure thing, boss,” Lily had told the man and at the time when she’d said it, she’d certainly meant it as well. It was just that ...
It was just that it was just so patently full of bullshit that Lily just couldn’t keep her mouth shut. Lily could see the truth. Why couldn’t anyone else.
His name was Prince Magnifeek and he was supposed to be a prince from a foreign land but one look at him was all it took to know that that was hardly the truth. First of all, he hardly looked all that princely. In fact, if one were to remark on it, one might have said he looked rather common. And as for being of foreign birth, puh-lease. Could his accent get any more cheesier, Lily wondered, and yet, why was it that no one but her seemed to notice?
“So why is it,” she asked the prince, “that you’ve come to our fair city?”
“I have come to find a bride,” the so-called prince said.
Uh huh. A likely story. Actually, it was a likely story. The fair maidens of FairyTaleLand were known far and wide for their infinite gullibility.
“And what is it you would like to do with your bride?” Lily asked.
“Why of course, we would live happily ever after.”
Uh huh. That was what they all said, Lily thought. One would have thought that by now, someone would have come up with a more original answer than that.
“I see,” Lily pressed, “and aside from that, what else would you like to do with your bride?”
The prince looked confused, almost as if he couldn’t envision that anyone would even ask him such a question. “What else?” he asked.
“Yeah. What else?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“What else would your bride do?”
“Well, she would be the princess.”
“Yes, I know, but what else would she do. Would she, for instance, help you manage the affairs of state?”
The prince’s face seemed to clear as if he suddenly understood the question. “No,” he said. “No affairs. She would be faithful only to me and I would be faithful to her.”
God. Didn’t he even understand what it was she was asking? Lily decided to ask another question. “Would your bride be responsible for managing the goings on in the castle?”
“In the castle?”
“Where you live?”
“Ah yes. I understand. No, we have staff to manage the castle.”
“But wouldn’t your bride be in charge of the people in your staff?”
“Why would she need to be in charge of them? They do their job just fine now.”
“But what then would your bride-to-be be expected to do?”
Once more, the prince’s face cleared. “Ah, I see. My bride would look pretty.”
“That’s it? Nothing else?”
The prince shook his head as if the thought of anything else was one that was completely foreign to him.
It didn’t take long for Lily to conclude the interview and then she was on her way. She’d already decided that she was going to put the article in the FairyTaleLand Gazette but she already had the feeling that Prince Magnifeek (if in fact that was his real name) wasn’t going to come off looking all that well in the article she wrote. The maids and lasses could come to his ball if they wanted but if they did, they did so at their own risk.
It was only after the reporter was gone that the prince’s aide de camp, a mysterious looking man dressed all in black stepped forward. “If you don’t mind my saying so, sire, that didn’t go at all well.”
“Oh really, Ferdinand,” the prince said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. “You think so?”
“Sire, if it pleases you, I think I know of a way to deal with the situation.”
“You know how to deal with this?”
“I do.”
“And you can make it better?”
“I can.”
“If you think you can make it better,” the prince said, “then I will leave it all in your capable hands.”
“Thank you, your highness. I think you will find that you will not be unhappy with the results.”
Although Ferdinand had never been to this city before, he knew exactly where to go. Every city had its darker underside if one knew where to look and Ferdinand was the type of person who was intimately acquainted with the darker underside of just about anything that might possibly have a darker underside.
Down this back alley and then down that back alley he went because of course, the type of a place he was looking for wasn’t the type of place that the PR guys were likely to put on the publicity brochures so it was always down some back alley.
He finally found the shop for which he was looking and he stepped inside.
The shop was a small one and the proprietor was an old, haggish looking woman because the proprietor of such shops were nearly always looked that way and the shop looked as old and tired as its owner. “Something I can help you with, dearie,” asked the woman behind the counter. “Perhaps a potion for your lover or maybe a potion for the person who you’d like to be your lover,” the old woman wheedled.
“You can cut the crap,” Ferdinand said. “I know what you are.”
The old woman straightened and her voice became stronger. “So the young man knows what he is looking for,” she said.
“Let’s be honest here. I’m not a young man,” Ferdinand said, “and I think you and I both know that. I’ll do business with you if you can deliver the goods.”
The woman was still old but her body had now lost any semblance of frailty. She now looked at the man with shrewd, piercing eyes. “And what is it you want.”
“There’s this woman,” Ferdinand began.
The old woman smiled. “There’s always a woman.”
“Relax. It’s not that kind of a job. There’s this woman,” he began again and then he told the old woman exactly what it was that he wanted and the woman finally listened without interrupting and when he was done, Ferdinand asked the all important question. “So that’s the gist of it,” he said. “That’s what we want. Do you think you can do it, or are we going to have to take our business somewhere else?”
“Of course I can do it,” the old woman said, “but it’s going to cost you.”
“It always does,” Ferdinand said, “but it’s worth it if the job is to be done right. Can you do it?”
“Of course I can.”
“When?”
The old woman looked around her empty shop. “If my customers won’t object,” she said with a chuckle, “then I think I can start on it right now.”
“Excellent. That’s exactly what we wanted to hear.”
Price was discussed and an agreement was made and Ferdinand left the shop confident in the fact that the job would be done.
All the way across town, Lily was sitting in her office putting the final touches on her article. She put her quill down. She’d heard rumors that someone was going to invent something called the computer, whatever that was and that when they did, all you’d have to do was to type the story up to create it. Of course, she didn’t know what typing was either, but it had to be better than using a quill pen to write up her stories.
She had half a mind to turn it in right now but her editor had made it clear that it really wasn’t expected or even needed today, that tomorrow would be just fine, and Lily, wanting to make sure she got it right, decided that turning her story in could wait for another day and besides, the offices of the FairyTaleLand Gazette were hot and stuffy. It sure would be nice, Lily told herself, if someone would finally get around to inventing air conditioning.
“I’m going home,” she announced to no one at all and since no one was who she was speaking to, no one bothered to respond.
Her name was Britney Black. She wore a black bra and a black thong and an almost there kind of negligee and she wore absolutely nothing else because when you had it in your mind to go out and get yourself fucked, really, what was the point of going out and wearing a whole lot of clothes when you were just going to have to take them off later.
She went into the Ye Olde Tavern. Hardly a surprise really, considering that just about every third bar was called Ye Olde Tavern. It didn’t matter really what the name of the place was or even what they served. After all, she didn’t want a drink. What she wanted was something a little more filling.
She saw a couple of guys sitting at the end of the bar and one of them looked to be just her type. She sidled up to the bar and then she took a seat next to her favorite. “Hey, guys.”
The two men cast her a quick look before they went back to their conversation. “So you know what I says,” her favorite told the other man.”
“No, what?”
“I tell Barney that with all them princes in tights around here, it’s getting harder to tell the princes from the princesses.”
“Oh, I’ll bet that went over well,” the other man said.
“Hey, guys,” Britney said again.
Once more, her favorite looked her way. “Would you mind,” he said. “My buddy and me are having a conversation here.”
“Yeah, I heard. About princes in tights.”
“So what’s it to you?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was just wondering.”
“Wondering what?”
“I was just thinking with all this fascination with men and tights, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was talking to a couple of fairies.”
“Hey,” her favorite’s drinking buddy growled. “You better watch your mouth. You don’t see no wings on us, do you?”
“I think she was talking about something else, Bob,” her favorite said.
“Oh,” and then Bob finally got it. “Hey. You can’t say nothing like that to us.”
“I think she already did, Bob.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Why don’t you shut up, Bob, and maybe then we could hear what she has to say for herself.”
Bob looked from his friend to Britney and then back to his friend again but in the end, he said nothing.
“It’s your turn,” the other man said.
“I didn’t actually say you were fairies,” Britney said. “I just said I was wondering.”
“You were, were you?”
“But you know, there’s a way you might show me the error of my ways.”
“Yeah, and how’s that?”
Britney let a hand slide down and then she was letting that hand slide between the man’s legs. “I think you know what I have in mind.”
“Yeah, I think we do.”
“So what about it? You boys want to prove yourself to me or should I go around the bar and tell everyone what a bunch of fairies you are?”
“You know you’re playing with fire, don’t you?”
“Oooh. That almost sounds like a threat.”
“You can take it whatever way you want but you know they got rooms up above the tavern.”
“Yeah, we know,” the man said.
“So what do you say? You boys up for a little fun?”
“We might be,” the one man said and it wasn’t long before the two men were leading her up the stairs and then taking her into one of the private rooms and it wasn’t long before Britney was kneeling in front of them and taking their cocks in her hands.
No, they certainly weren’t fairies, the girl thought as she sucked on first one and then the other of their cocks. No, they weren’t fairies at all.
The day was hot and sunny and Lily White just didn’t feel like going in to work. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized what she really wanted was to stay here at Ye Olde Starbucks and drink her coffee.
She was looking at a couple of teenage girls. “Did you see the prince?” one of them gushed.
“Prince Magnifeek,” the second one said. “He’s so dreamy.”
“Oh, I know,” said the second one. “He’s so incredibly hot.”
Lily couldn’t help but growl to herself as she drank her coffee. No, he’s not, he wanted to tell the girls. No, he’s not. He’s not dreamy. He’s got a buck toothed grin and the man’s a pig but put the Prince title in front of his name and suddenly the man was dreamy. Was she the only one who saw that?
Which reminded her. She still had that stupid article to turn in. Damn it. That meant she had to go into work but not right now. For the moment at least, she was going to stay where she was and she was going to drink her coffee.
God, she needed to get fucked.
That’s what Britney Black was telling herself. She was dressed in black high heeled shoes and a little black party dress that barely made it past the tops of her thighs and she was dressed in nothing else.
God, she needed to be fucked. In fact, she needed to go out, but she felt restless. Just where exactly was it that she needed to go.
Of course, the answer was obvious, so obvious in fact that it almost seemed wrong but if you needed to get fucked and you didn’t already have a guy, in FairyTaleLand, there really was only one place to go and that was to the Ye Olde Swingers Club.
Britney Black couldn’t help gritting her teeth as she made her way up to the club entrance. They were playing minstrel music again. Of course, that should hardly have been a surprise. In FairyTaleLand, it was either minstrel music or ballroom music and pretty much nothing in between and this night, it seemed as if it we minstrel music. Great, she told herself. Just fucking great, and what was worse was it was techno-minstrel music. If there was anything worse than minstrel music, it was techno-minstrel music.
Britney shook her head and she reminded herself that she wasn’t here for the music. What she was here for was to find some guy to fuck.
Her pussy was wet as she entered the place. She’d already made up her mind that she was pretty much going to let the first guy pick her up and take her home just so long as doing that meant he was going to fuck her good.
The place was packed and it wasn’t even a Friday or Saturday night. This was cool, she thought.
Almost as soon as she got in there, Britney began picking out people. Those girls over there, they looked pretty, but a guy would have to get them drunk if he wanted even a remote chance.
Those girls over there, not so pretty but probably not so easy.
Over in the corner, a group of young thugs were eating a plate of dragon balls. Probably they were trying to work up their courage but that wasn’t a real good idea, not when dragons could actually shapeshift into human form and dragons really didn’t like it when you ate dragon balls, even if it was just seasoned meat balls, but the young toughs would find out about that soon enough.
But easiest of all to recognize were the sluts. They were so easy in more ways than one.
Britney’s eyes narrowed as she saw a guy hit on one of the sluts. She was a pretty, little blond thing and it was amazing how quickly she seemed to mold herself into ...
No wait. She really was molding herself. Fucking shapeshifter. What the hell was she doing in here. They weren’t allowed in places like this.
It really wasn’t her fight, Britney told herself. She was here to get laid, not to save some unsuspecting yokel from the claws of a shapeshifter, and yes, if you’ve ever seen a shapeshifter in its natural form, they do have claws, really nasty ones, actually, but that’s beside the point. She wasn’t here to do that.
But still ...
She walked up to the young couple. “Hey, Kristen,” she said. It’s a little known fact but all female shapeshifters are named Kristen and all males are named Ralph. No one knows why that is. It just is that way.
The blond wasn’t so much of a blond anymore. She was more of a redhead. “Do I know you?”
“Kristen, come on. We met at that party the other day.”
“I think you got me confused with someone else.”
“Come on, Kristen. It was the party at Mandy’s house,” Britney said as she continued to spin out her tale. She’d get to the point soon enough. “Mandy was there, and Bobbi and Carla and Jackie. You know the one. And you were showing us all the cool things that you shapeshifters could do.”
“Shapeshifter?”
Britney and Kristen both looked at the man. “Oh my gosh,” Britney said. “Did I just say something I wasn’t supposed to say?”
“I’m not a shapeshifter,” Kristen said hurriedly but it was clear the man wasn’t buying it.
“What are you doing in here?” the man said. “I thought they didn’t let shapeshifters in here.”
“I’m not a shapeshifter,” Kristen said hurriedly.
The man took a deep breath. “Oh yeah, I get it now. A shapeshifter in heat. Hell, I should have known that.”
“How did you know that?” Kristen asked.
“You never did ask me what my name was,” the man said. “It’s Ralph, by the way.”
Now, it was Kristen’s and Britney’s turn to stare. “You mean—”
“I should have known there was a reason why I found you so fascinating right from the very start. I usually don’t find human females so fascinating right from the very start.”
And if Ralph was finding Kristen fascinating, from the way she was looking at him, it was clear that Kristen was doing the same.
“What do you think we should do about her?” Ralph asked.
“What?”
“Her,” Ralph said again with a nod towards Britney. “What should we do about her?”
Now listen, Britney wanted to say. You guys should just leave me alone. If you try to do anything, I’ll scream. That was what she wanted to say but suddenly, she found her mouth incapable of doing anything at all.
And now Kristen was looking at her. “What do you mean?”
“She tried to come over here and spoil our fun. That’s not very nice of her.”
“No, it isn’t.”
It was a shapeshifter trick, Britney knew. Make the victim horny and incapable of moving just before the shapeshifter struck. Well, she’d been horny before, but now ...
“Come on, Ralph.”
“What?”
“Can’t you just leave her alone?”
“Leave her alone? Now why would I want to do that? I mean, look at her. She’s practically in heat herself.”
It was almost like Kristen was looking at her for the very first time.
“Besides, you can’t tell me you don’t want to lick her pussy before we mate.”
“Well yeah,” Kristen agreed. Hardly a big newsflash there. It was common knowledge that female shapeshifters in heat always wanted to eat human pussy. It was said it got them even hotter and even more receptive to the male shapeshifter and his advances.
“I think we should use her,” Ralph said.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I mean, just look at her. She wants it. She wants it bad. Heck, I’ll bet she’s not even wearing any panties.”
Kristen stepped closer and then almost innocently, she slid a hand up under Britney’s dress. “You know what? You’re right.”
And all Britney could do was to stand there and take it.
And that’s when she felt Kristen’s finger sliding up inside her pussy only it wasn’t exactly a finger anymore. It was big and thick like a cock but it still had the dexterity of a finger and it was moving around inside her pussy.
But when that finger emerged from underneath her dress, it looked just like any other finger. Kristen put the finger in her mouth and she sucked off Britney’s juices. “Mmm. She tastes good.”
“I think we should take her.”
“I think you’re right. Where should we take her to?”
“How about we take her here?”
“In front of all these humans?”
“They won’t mind. They’ll just think it’s another pathetic human getting fucked.”
Kristen started to smile at that. “You know what. You might just be right.”
“So what do you say? You want to do it?”
“Sure. Let’s do it.”
“Take my cock out.”
Kristen’s hand reached over and then she was unzipping Ralph’s pants. Moments later, she was removing his cock and she was bringing him forward and she was sliding him up under the hem of Britney’s dress and all the while, there wasn’t a damned thing that Britney could do to protect herself.
“You’re so lucky, Kristen said softly. “You’re not going to get just one shapeshifter tonight. You’re going to get two.”
Britney couldn’t help but moan as the cock slid up inside her pussy. There was little doubt that the man probably could have given her any cock he wanted but this one, mmm, this one just seemed so right inside her.
“Yeah,” you like that Kristen moaned even as her fingers worked Britney’s horny, little nub.
“Oh yeah,” Britney moaned and it was only then that she realized she could speak again.
“Do you like that? Do you like it when he fucks your pussy?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I know what you mean. I know I’m going to like it to when he does it to me.”
Britney could care less what the shapeshifter was going to like or dislike. What mattered, the only thing that mattered, what mattered was that cock between her legs and all the while, even as the man fucked her, Kristen kept rubbing her clitty.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
“Are you going to cum?” Kristen asked.
“Oh yeah. Is she ready?”
“Oh yeah. She is so ready.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. Here it comes.”
There was hardly a need to announce that, Britney knew, because even as he said it, she could feel his cock surge between her legs and that was all it took to set her pussy on fire and all the while, Kristen’s fingers kept working her clit.
“Fuck,” the man finally groaned. “Fuck that was good.”
“I could tell,” Kristen purred.
“Aren’t you going to get what you want?”
Kristen grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She couldn’t, Britney told herself. She really couldn’t. She couldn’t actually be thinking about eating her pussy right here in the club and all the while while she was thinking that, she still found herself incapable of moving.
“You might want to spread your legs,” the man said.
Why, Britney wanted to ask but she was still incapable of moving and that’s when she felt it, the feel of a hand caressing her bottom.
“You should tell her to spread her legs,” said a voice down around her waist.
“I already did,” the man said.
“Tell her again.”
“Really,” the man said. “Really. You should spread your legs.”
Oh my God, Britney thought. This was just too weird, even for her, but shapeshifting Kristen had shrunk herself down to half her size and now ... and now, she wanted her to spread her legs. Why the hell did she want that?
“You really should, you know,” the man said.
She could feel two little hands trying to push her knees apart and while she couldn’t seem to move her legs to push her knees together, any weakness holding them together was rewarded with a gradual working of her knees farther and farther apart so maybe it was inevitable that her legs would come apart.
Oh my God, she wanted to say but she was still incapable of speaking but that didn’t keep her from feeling it. There was a little, tiny person whose face was right there at the top of her thighs and there was little doubt where she wanted to put her tongue.
Oh my God, Britney wanted to say.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” the man said.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned and it was only then that Britney realized she could speak again.
“Did you know that female shapeshifters are excellent pussy lickers?”
Britney shook her head.
“It’s not a fact we like to advertise but it’s true. I think it’s got something to do with being able to make their tongues be whatever shape they need them to be.”
Britney was panting now. Whatever it was, it was good. There was no denying that.
“Is she going to make you cum?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I think you should cum really good then. She’ll really appreciate if you do.”
“H-h-how would you know?”
“How would I know what?”
Britney paused to get her breath. “H-h-how would you know she’d a-appreciate it. I ... I thought you said you’d never met.”
“We haven’t but I know female shapeshifters and I know what they like.”
“Oh God,” Britney moaned and that’s when she realized it. It didn’t really matter whether the shapeshifter between her legs liked it or not because there was no way she was going to be able to hold herself back and with that in mind, Britney just gave in to the inevitable and she just moaned loud and strong as the female shapeshifter finally made her cum.
“Lily!”
“Yeah, boss.”
“Where’s that god damned story on that Magnifeek character?”
“I thought I turned it in.”
“If you’d turned it in, then I wouldn’t be asking you where it was, would I?”
“No, boss.”
“Then you better get that story and you better turn it in before it’s too late.”
“Before it’s too late, boss?”
“The ball’s going to be in a couple of days you know. He said he’s going to have a big announcement and you know what that means.”
“Oh God. Don’t tell me he’s going to do the old hey, I’m going to find my one true love thing, is he?”
“You tell me. You’re the one who’s supposed to have interviewed him. Perhaps maybe you ought to add that to your story since you haven’t turned it in yet.”
God, this was embarrassing, Lily thought. She was sure she’d turned the story in but maybe her boss was right. Maybe if she hadn’t turned the story in yet, maybe she should make a few minor additions to it. Maybe she might even be able to warn off a few of the potential suitors before it was too late.
Britney Black was on the prowl again. Word on the street was that the new prince in town was looking for a bride and that he was going to make his choice at the ball two nights hence.
“Well, she wasn’t going to be at the ball but even if she wasn’t, there wasn’t any reason why the prince shouldn’t end up picking her. All that had to happen was he had to meet her.
She was wearing a pair of thigh high black, leather boots and a stringy, little swimsuit that barely covered her pussy and her nipples and little else. As far as she was concerned, she looked just perfect for the task at hand.
Of course, that was easier said than done. The prince, after all, was inside the palace walls and she was not. On the other hand, there were ways for a pretty girl to get into places where a pretty girl wasn’t supposed to be. The only thing was a girl still wanted to look her best once she got on the inside.
Sometimes, the best way to get what you need, Britney told herself, is to just come right out and say it so she marched up to the palace guards. “I need to get inside there,” she said.
“Why?”
“I just do,” she said.
“Why?”
“I have to see the prince.”
The guards smirked at one another. They thought this was funny.
“Come on,” Britney begged. Come on. Let me in.”
“Give me one good reason why we should.”
“Because if you do, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“How about a blow job for each of you?”
“Yeah, but what if we said we wanted more,” said one of the guards.
“But I need to save myself for the prince.”
“But if you don’t give us what we want, then you won’t get in to see him anyway.”
“Come on, guys.”
“Nuh uh,” said one of the guards.
“Yeah,” said the other. “You have to give us what we want.”
“I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll give you one of my extra special blow jobs and if you think by then that you still need more, then we can see what else I can do.
“Wait a minute,” said one. “You mean you’re going to give us each a blow job, but if we decide that we need more, then you’re going to give us more.”
“I said we could talk about it.”
“But we get to decide, right?”
“You get to decide.”
The two men looked at one another and then they looked back at Britney. “We get to decide?” the man asked yet again.
“I already told you. You get to decide.”
“What have we got to lose,” said the one guard to the other.
“Our jobs, maybe,” said the other.
“Yeah, but they pay us shit anyways.”
“You got a point there,” said the other.
“And we get to decide, right?”
“You get to decide.”
“You’re on then.”
Britney knelt in front of the two guards and she removed first the one man’s dick and then the other one’s. “I think you’re really going to enjoy this,” she said.
“We better if you think you have any chance of getting past us with only a blow job.”
“Oh you will,” Britney said even as she lowered her mouth down on the one guard’s cock.
“Mmm,” the man groaned.
“How is she?” the other guard asked.
“She’s good,” the first one replied, “but Princess Jasmine’s still better.”
“The princess would be hard to beat,” said the second.
Britney pulled her mouth off of the first guard’s cock and she moved it to the second. “You guys,” she complained before taking the other guard’s cock in her mouth. “I’m not even done yet.”
“Fuck,” the second guard moaned. “Fuck. I think she might even be better than the princess.”
“You really think so?” the first guard asked and then he moaned as the girl once more took his cock in her mouth. “Oh fuck. You know what? I think you might just be right.”
“Oh fuck,” the second guard groaned as she once more took his cock. “Oh fuck. She’s definitely better than the princess.”
“Definitely better than the princess,” the first one agreed when she once more took his cock in her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” the second one groaned. “Oh fuck. I think I’m going to cum.”
“Maybe so,” said the first one as she once more took his cock, “but I think she’s going to make me cum first,” and then the man let out a strangled cry just before he fainted right away.
That was strange, the second guard thought even as the girl moved back towards his cock. No, it was more than that. It was fucking weird. In fact, it was flat out wrong. Something was seriously wrong. He should stop this. He should stop this right now.
But then the girl wrapped her hand around his cock and she looked up at him almost as if she were daring him to tell her no and the second guard knew he didn’t want to stop and that’s when Britney took him into her mouth and just like his compatriot, he came in her mouth and then he let out a strangled cry just before falling to the ground.
Britney removed the root from her mouth and she tossed it away. Stupid guards, she told herself. They should have known better. The root not only absorbed all their cum but it knocked them out as soon as their cum touched the root. Stupid guards. Maybe they just weren’t making palace guards like they used to.
With the palace gate now undefended, Britney had easy access to the palace and it wasn’t long before she found her way to the prince’s chambers and hopefully, she thought, hopefully, it wouldn’t be long before he found his way into her chamber, too.
“Who are you?” the prince demanded.
“My name’s Britney Black and I’ve come here to give you the fucking of your life.”
“Is that so?” the prince smirked. “You do realize you’re not the first girl to say that.”
“Oh, I don’t think I have all that much competition.”
“No?”
“Well, any girl who wants to get to you still has to get by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum on the gate there.”
The prince looked confused. “How’d you know that?”
“How’d I know what?”
“How’d you know that was what their names were?”
Now it was Britney’s turn to look confused. “I don’t ... that doesn’t matter,” she said finally when she realized that that really was what the guards’ names were. “What matters is that I’m here.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It matters because I’m going to fuck you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
Britney unzipped first the one boot and then the other and she let her hands drift up her legs as she took off her boots. “Do you like my legs?” she purred. “I’ve been told I’ve got great legs.”
“They’re okay,” the prince said admiringly.
“Just okay. Buster, I think you need to take a closer look.”
“Okay, they’re pretty good.”
“They’re better than that.”
“Maybe you’ll have to show me sometime.”
“Oh honey,” Britney purred, “I’ll do better than that, but you know what? I’ve got something else to show you,” and with that, she quickly bared the rest of her body. “How’s this?” she asked.
“Pretty good.”
“Only pretty good, huh? You know, that sounds like a challenge.”
“Does it now.”
“It sounds like you think you’re better than me.”
“Well, I am a prince.”
“Oooh. Well, if you’re better than me, you’re just going to have to show me.”
“Show you?”
“I think you know what I mean.”
The prince knew. Off came his boots and then off came his shirt. Off came his trousers and then finally, off came his underwear.
“Oh my, Prince,” Britney gushed. “I really like your scepter.”
“I think it’s king size, don’t you?”
“It certainly is but one has to wonder.”
“Yes?”
“Are you just a prince with your daddy’s scepter or do you really know how to use that thing to put your subject in her place.”
“I suppose there’s only one way to find out.”
“I suppose so.”
The prince pushed the girl down on his bed. “I see someone has a wet pussy for me.”
“Of course.”
“No one else been in there tonight?”
“Well, the palace guards wanted to, but I dissuaded them from doing that.”
“I suppose one might ask how but I’m not sure it’s relevant.”
Britney might have said more if it weren’t for the fact that the prince chose that moment to bury his cock in her tight, little pussy. “Oh fuck,” she moaned.
“Yeah, you like that.”
She loved it and her moans made sure he knew just how much she loved it.
“I think you like that,” the prince said again.
“Yeah,” the girl gushed.
“What’s my name?”
“What?”
“My name. What is it?”
“I ... I don’t—”
“My name. I want you to say my name. Say Magnifeek.”
“Magnifeek.”
“Say Magnifeek is the best.”
“Magnifeek is the best.”
“Say Magnifeek should cum in your tiny, little pussy.”
“I want Magnifeek to cum in my tiny, little pussy.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to cum inside me,” Britney Black moaned. “I want to feel your gooey goodness between my legs.”
“And so you shall,” the prince said and even as he said it, his cock was shooting himself all over the insides of that tight, little pussy.
“Oh prince,” Britney gushed.
“You know, I think I like you,” the prince said. “I want you to stay.”
Britney almost laughed to herself. “You can count on me,” Britney assured the prince. “I’m not going anywhere.”
It was the next day and sunlight was streaming in through the castle windows and at first, Lily didn’t get it. She just couldn’t understand where she was but then she felt the quality of the bedding against her still naked body and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run through her. She knew where she was. She was in the castle but how she’d gotten there she hadn’t a clue.
And it was only then that she realized something else. She wasn’t alone.
Oh my God. There was a man there and just like her, he was naked and Lily couldn’t help but let loose with a little whimpering moan. She had no idea how she’d gotten there.
Well no, that wasn’t exactly true. She had this image of herself going out in knee high boots and the skimpiest of swim suits. She had this image of herself playing a trick on the palace guards and then ...
Oh my God, no. It couldn’t mean that, and yet she knew that it did. Maybe, she thought. Maybe, if she somehow managed to get out of her without being seen, maybe she could get out of here with whatever little bit of dignity that she still had left.
Slowly, she slid the covers back and then ever so slightly, she started to slide her leg free from the covers. This might just work.
She took her eyes off of the prince as she looked at the room around her. There really was little of hers here in the room. Of course, if her memories were right, that was because she hadn’t worn all that much here the night before.
There was a shirt of the prince’s there on the floor. That would have to do, Lily thought. If it was big enough and long enough, she might even be able to wear it out of there like a short dress.
As gingerly as she could, Lily slid her body out of the bed. So far, so good, she told herself.
She grabbed at the shirt and she slipped it over her body and for a moment there, she froze. There was just something ... something so intoxicating about the shirt.
Get a hold of yourself, Lily told herself. It was just a shirt and there wasn’t anything special about a shirt. Just button it up and get the hell out of there.
Mmm. There was something about that though. Something about feeling the shirt buttoned up around her. It was like ... it was like having his arms around her.
That was silly, she told herself. The prince was a twit. What should she care if he had his arms around her.
She almost made it to the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Lily froze in her tracks.
“Turn around.”
Lily turned.
“Come here.”
Lily approached the bed.
“Now you weren’t thinking of running off without letting me fuck you, were you?”
Lily shook her head. Of course, she knew that was exactly what she’d been thinking of doing but now for the life of her, she couldn’t understand why it was that she’d been thinking that way.
“Take off the shirt.”
She didn’t want to take off the shirt. She felt like she’d be losing something if she did and yet she couldn’t help herself. She had to do what she’d been told to do.
She took off the shirt.
“Now get into bed.”
It felt so good, Lily thought as she slid under the covers. That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to get into bed with the prince.
“Turn around,” the prince said again.
“Huh?”
“Turn around. I want your back to my front.”
That was what she wanted to. Of course, she hadn’t realized it until the prince had said it but once he had, well, it was obvious. That was what she wanted, too.
She felt his body coming up behind her. She could feel his body snuggled up behind her and wherever his body touched hers, she was on fire. Where she felt his chest against her back, she was on fire. Where she felt his hand on her hip, she was on fire and when that hand moved up to squeeze her breasts, she was on fire there, too, but where she was most on fire was where the prince’s cock was pressed up against her ass.
“I’ll bet you like this,” the prince said.
She loved it.
“I’ll bet you want me to fuck you.”
Oh God. She wanted it. She wanted it so bad.
“You know I’m going to cum inside you and you know you’re going to love it when I do,” the man said. “You know you’re super fertile right now so you you know that when I cum inside you, you know I’m going to make you pregnant when I do.”
There was a part of her that rebelled at the thought. Not the super fertile part. She didn’t even question that. No, she tried to tell herself. No, she couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t let him make her pregnant and yet ...
And yet she knew what she wanted. She wanted him to fuck her. Oh my God. She wanted him to fuck her so fucking good.
“What about it? Do you want me to do it? Do you want me to make you pregnant.”
She hesitated.
“We can stop now if that’s not what you want.”
What? No. Whatever happened now, she didn’t want to stop now.
“What about it? Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“And what’s that mean I’m going to do?”
Lily was silent once more.
The prince’s cock teased her pussy. “Come on. You know the answer to that one. What’s it mean I’m going to do?”
“You’re going to get me pregnant.”
“That’s exactly what it means so what do you want me to do?”
Again, Lily stayed mute.
“It would be a shame if we had to stop now,” the prince said even as he stroked his cock a little harder along the outside of the reporter’s cunt.
“No!”
“No what?”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Then you know what you want.”
Lily hesitated for just a moment longer but she already knew she was going to say it. “I want you to make me pregnant,” she said.
The prince shoved his cock up inside Lily’s pussy and Lily couldn’t help but moan when she felt him do it. “Do you know how sexy you sound when I hear you say that?”
Lily was too busy panting from feeling that cock enter her pussy.
The prince stopped moving his cock in her pussy. “Let’s hear you say it again.”
She’d said it before so the second time was a whole lot easier and in a way, it was a whole lot harder, too. It was easier to say but what made it harder was that it was just so easy to believe what she’d actually said.
“Let’s hear it again.”
“I want you to make me pregnant.”
“Oh yeah,” the prince moaned and Lily groaned as the prince shoved his cock even deeper inside her. “Say it again.”
“I want you to make me pregnant.”
“Roll over,” the prince said.
“What?”
“You heard me. Roll over. In fact, roll over onto your stomach.”
Lily did as she was told to do although for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why she was being told to do that.
The prince straddled her thighs which meant that her butt was right there in front of him. “Fuck,” the man groaned even as his hands squeezed her bottom. “Fuck. Would you look at that. Tell me what it is you want again.”
Lily hardly even missed a beat on that. “I want you to make me pregnant,” she said.
“Come on,” the prince said. “Scrunch that body up and let’s get a real good look at that butt of yours.”
Lily scrunched her body up just as she’d been told to do and suddenly, her butt was even more on display now than it had been before.
“Tell me what it is you want again.”
“I want you to make me pregnant.”
“Mmm now. I don’t mind if I do,” the prince said and with that, he drove his cock down into Lily’s exposed pussy.
“Oh fuck,” the girl moaned. “Oh fuck.”
If the man heard her, he didn’t show any indication of it. Instead, he just kept fucking her tight, little hole.
“Oh fuck.”
And still the man said nothing. Instead, his cock just crept coming and coming.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum. Oh my God. I want you to do it. Oh my God. Make me cum.”
And still the man said nothing.
Oh my God,” the girl screamed. “Oh my God. That’s it. That’s it. Oh my God. Make me cum. Make me cum.”
And still, the prince said nothing, choosing instead to let his cock say everything that needed to be said even as his cock started to shoot itself off inside that tight, little pussy.
“Oh my God. You’re making me cum. Oh my fucking God.”
From that day forward, Lily White was a different woman. She wasn’t really pregnant and really, Lily White should have known that. It was just another bull shit line that someone had fed to her but then Lily White was no longer the girl who could see through bull and quite frankly, Lily White just didn’t care that that wasn’t who she was. All Lily White cared about was getting her pussy fucked.