part0006

Cinderella slept as she always did naked before the home's fireplace, curled up in a ball as she lay on a thin rug. She had to sleep close to the fireplace to keep warm through the night, waking up every few hours to add wood to the flames. Sleeping so close spilled cinders across her body, leaving her fair skin and blonde hair stained with black soot.

It was why her terrible futa-stepsisters had coined the name “Cinderella” to mock the eighteen-year-old futa. Her mother, before her tragic death ten years ago and leaving her in the vile care of her futa-stepmother and futa-stepsisters, had named her Christabel. “A name for a futa-princess,” she had whispered, lovingly stroking Cinderella's blonde hair.

The pad of slippered feet normally would have woken up Cinderella, but she stayed up late last night working on the dresses for her futa-stepsisters to wear while attending Princess Victoria's ball. The future Queen was looking for a futa to take as wife and rule alongside her. Every futa of means in the queendom would be there tonight to try and capture her heart.

Every futa except Cinderella.

She had finally finished working on the alterations to Elizabeth's and Mary's dresses far passed midnight, her poor fingers numb from working needle and thread. Exhausted, she had collapsed at her sleeping spot and fell into a deep slumber.

The vicious, giggling should have alerted Cinderella to Mary's presence, and the whisk of flesh sliding on flesh should have been another warning sign. But sleep held Cinderella in such a tight grip she missed them all.

It was the splash of hot girl-cum spurting across her face that awoke her. With a gasp, her eyes shot open as she stared at her brown-haired futa-stepsister kneeling before her. Mary stroked her short, fat futa-cock thrusting from the folds of her pussy, surrounded by her brown curls. Her small breasts, topped by puffy nipples, quivered as her face twisted in orgasm.

“You filthy slut, you're supposed to have breakfast going already,” Mary moaned as another blast of salty cum splashed across Cinderella's face, landing on her lips. She tasted the seed, shuddering at how it made her own futa-dick throb between her thighs and her naughty pussy grow wet.

Since she turned eighteen two months ago, her older futa-stepsisters and futa-stepmother had added a new way to dominate Cinderella. She had to please them sexually. The moment the town's church had tolled midnight, announcing she was eighteen, her futa-stepmother had taken her cherry, slamming into Cinderella before she was even awake. She had cum so hard while her futa-stepmother fucked her with vicious strokes, the pleasure she experienced shaming the young girl.

Just like she was shamed now for her arousal as she licked cum from her lips.

“You're just a dumb whore,” Mary moaned as she shuddered the final time, her cum erupting and splattering across Cinderella's face nose and cheek. “Oh, yes, such a wicked slattern sleeping while your dear futa-sisters and futa-mother are starving.” In Mary's other hand, she held a slipper which hissed as she swung it.

Cinderella gasped as the slipper's sole landed on her round bottom. Her large breasts jiggled as she yelped, scrambling to her feet. Mary's cum dribbled down the young girl's face as she raced to the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast, her dick bobbing before her, pussy itching to be touched.

“And you're hard,” laughed Mary. “Stupid futa-slut. No touching your cock, you filthy thing. You have to make us breakfast, not jerk that nasty girl-cock and rub that wicked pussy.”

“Yes, sweet futa-sister,” Cinderella gasped. She had to use those terms for her futa-stepsisters, or she would be switched most painfully by her futa-stepmother.

Elizabeth, black hair and tall, came down the stairs wearing a silk dressing gown, open to reveal her large breasts and cock dangling between her thighs. It was a long cock, but thin. It swayed, half-hard as she grinned at Cinderella. “I see Mary popped you in the face for being a lazy slattern.”

“Yes, sweet futa-sister,” Cinderella said, the tip of her dick aching so much.

The futa-matriarch of the family was the last to emerge, her dark-brown hair piled into a bun on her head, her face the beauty of her daughters but matured into haughty radiance. She kept her chin lifted as she swept into the kitchen in her red dressing gown. Her cock pressed half-hard against the fabric, her large breasts, nearly the size of Cinderella's own lush mounds, jiggling.

“Breakfast isn't ready?” she asked in a cold voice. “What have you been doing, little slut?”

“I'm sorry, dear Futa-Mama,” Cinderella said, looking down. A drop of cum fell into the skillet over the wood burning stove, sizzling on the cast iron beside the sausages she fried. There were three large, plump sausages and a small one for herself. “I was up late working on my sweet futa-sisters dresses for the ball tonight.”

“And...?” Her futa-stepmother arched an eyebrow.

“And I am sorry for oversleeping. I was just so tired. It won't happen again.”

The woman snorted and strode to the table, sitting down with her daughters. She poured a glass of cider from a jug and sipped it as she listened to her real daughters giggle and squeal about the ball tonight.

“Oh, the princess will swoon when she sees how long my cock is,” Elizabeth said. “I will reach so deep into her precious pussy, and she will cum so wonderfully.”

Mary let out a scowling snort. “Girth is more important than length, sweet sister. You should know that. After all, the miller's daughter squealed the loudest on my cock as I stretched her tight cunny. Once I have my thick cock rammed into the princess, she won't want another futa.”

“But yours is so short,” Elizabeth laughed, almost achieving the haughty disdain of her mother. “She'll hardly notice it in her pussy. Length is what matters.”

Cinderella looked down at her own throbbing cock, streaked with bits of ash. It was a pretty girl-cock, not quite as long as Elizabeth's and not quite as thick as Mary's. But it combined both their features, making it an impressive specimen. What would the princess think of my dick? Long and thick. I bet she would love it.

Tears beaded her eyes. She would give anything to wear a pretty dress like the ones she had worked on all night for her futa-stepsisters. To go to the ball, to hear the beautiful music being played, to meet the princess, the most beautiful woman in the realm. Tonight was Princes Victoria's eighteenth birthday, and she was eager to find the right futa to marry, whether commoner or noble.

Cinderella looked out the kitchen window, the curtains pulled back to allow her a view. The glass was good quality—her mother had been a successful merchant of salt before her passing, affording the best for her home—with no bubbles or distortion. She could see the palace sitting on the hill overlooking the town, its walls white, its towers long and tall, so delicate, each topped with a sloping pinnacle that reminded Cinderella of a pair of conical breasts like the miller's daughter had.

Her cock throbbed. What would it be like to slide her cock into a pussy? She had only been fucked by her futa-stepsisters and futa-stepmother. They never let her fuck them. “You're just holes for us to dump our cum in,” her futa-stepmother would hiss as she worked her cock in and out of one of Cinderella's holes. They had all been used. Her cock would ache and throb, wanting to be touched by even a hand.

But only her hand touched it.

She pictured the princess, a redhead so everyone said, crossing the dance floor to her, quivering with excitement. Cinderella would wear a most magnificent cock sheath made of gold with little beads of alabaster or pearl to add bumps to please the princess. Her girl-dick would slid into the princess's tight pussy, and Victoria would moan and gasp her delight as Cinderella pumped away.

Cinderella snapped herself out of her fantasy long enough to deposit the sausages onto earthenware plates. She opened up the cold box and spooned cottage cheese the milkmaid had left yesterday onto each plate then brought all the dishes to the table.

She sat on the floor to eat hers, her dick throbbing against the bottom of the plate as she devoured her sausage and cottage cheese. She was always hungry. She had to do all the housework: wash the dishes, sweep the floors, dust the furniture, and clean the chamber-pots. She had to tend the hearths and stove fires, go to the market to buy food and other necessities, all while her futa-stepmother and futa-stepsisters socialized with other wealthy women.

“You don't need servants,” she had once heard her futa-stepmother laugh, “when you have a slutty futa-stepdaughter to do all the work.”

“Cinderella,” the stern voice of her futa-stepmother said once breakfast was finished, “fetch the switch.”

“Yes, Futa-Mama.” Cinderella swallowed. She hadn't had breakfast ready on time and staying up so late to finish the dresses was no excuse. Even though the dresses were her best work—her futa-stepsisters would be so beautiful in them—it did not spare her from her punishment.

She had her chores, and they had to be finished on time no matter what happened.

Her cheeks burned as she moved through the house, her dick throbbing hard before her. She hated how shame and humiliation made her so hard, had her pussy so dripping wet. Her nipples ached. She paused to squeeze her breasts, smearing the soot across her nipples, darkening the pink nubs. She moaned.

And then ripped her hands away. The switching would be worse if she dawdled.

In the foyer's coat closet rested the switch, a length of bendy birch the thickness of her finger and longer than her leg. She grabbed the wood, her butt clenching in stinging memory of the many times it had kissed her bottom. She swallowed and rushed back to the kitchen. Her futa-stepmother waited, standing up, her cock thrusting before her. Cinderella, head bowed, presented the switch.

“Good. Now bend that ass over the table, you lazy slattern,” she hissed. “I didn't keep you in the house, raising you after my dear wife died, so you could shirk your chores. They are your responsibility. I feed you, clothe you, and take care of you. All that I ask is you do every single thing I command.

“Is that so hard?”

“No, Futa-Mama.”

“Are you ungrateful for all that I've graciously given you? I deprived my real daughters of some of their inheritance to take care of you.”

It's my mother's money that you use. But Cinderella didn't say that. It was futile. “I am grateful, Futa-Mama. Thank you for all you've done.”

Her pussy clenched at the humiliating words. A trickle of her juices worked down her dangling futa cock. The long shaft swayed as her hips shifted. The bead reached her crown, rolling across the sensitive flesh making her shudder even harder.

“And what happens when you don't do what I tell you, lazy slattern?”

“You have to correct my behavior with the switch.” Cinderella shuddered, nipples rubbing on the rough wood. “Because I'm such a lazy, stupid slut. I need to be reminded of how to behave. So please, whip my whorish ass, Futa-Mama.”

Both her futa-stepsisters laughed wickedly, watching and stroking their cocks, their breasts heaving. Elizabeth ran her hand up her long, skinny cock, precum beading at the beat, her strokes slow. Mary's were fast, her hand hardly having room to stroke up her stubby cock, but it was thick, her fingers hardly engulfing her shaft. She shivered, small breasts jiggling.

“Whip the slut's ass, Futa-Mama,” groaned Mary.

“Yes, yes, she delayed our breakfast. Lazy sow!”

The switch hissed. Cinderella closed her green eyes, tensing.

Pain striped across her rear. It was numb for a second and then blazed as the puckered welt rose. She squirmed, her dick throbbing beneath her, the stinging reaching her pussy and making it weep more juices. A moan escaped her lips. So wanton.

“Oh, the little slut gets off on it,” laughed Elizabeth. “What a filthy freak.”

“Just disgusting. Keep whipping the dirty sow, Futa-Mama,” moaned Mary, her brown eyes burning.

The switch fell fast, striping across her round, perky ass. They were gorgeous cheeks, shaped like a heart. Each stroke left another red welt burning across her rear, making her squirm on the table, her nipples rasping on the rough surface. She drank in the sensations, moaning, her soot-stained, blonde locks dancing about her head.

“That's what you get, you dirty slattern,” hissed her futa-stepmother. “You're just so filthy. Look at that hot cunt. Your pubic hair is matted with your excitement. Filthy sow. I don't know why I bother with such a disgusting girl.”

The words were so terrible and humiliating. Tears beaded Cinderella's eyes even as her hips wiggled, the pain's heat soaking into her cunt. She itched for a hard dick while her girl-cock yearned to be engulfed in wet cunt.

“That cunt is just disgusting.”

“Whip her cunt, Futa-Mama,” panted Elizabeth, her strokes growing faster, her hips wiggling and round breasts jiggling. “Punish the slattern!”

“Yes!” hissed Mary, her hips thrusting forward as she fisted her squat dick.

The switch hissed. Cinderella's futa-stepmother knew just how to flick it to get the tip to strike across her pussy lips. The blonde futa gasped and bucked, her nipples rasping hard, agony engulfing her pussy lips.

The pain bled into her depths. She let out the most wanton moan yet as her pussy convulsed. The pain became pleasure. It shot down her cock. And then she was spurting her cum beneath the table, splattering the wooden floors with her girl-jizz. Her pussy spasmed. Juices flooded down her thighs and cock, a sheet of passion.

Every spurt of her dick shot rapture to her mind, drowning out the pain, transforming it into something wonderful even while her cheeks burned with the humiliation. Her futa-stepsisters laughed and called her degrading names as she writhed.

“What a disgusting sow,” Elizabeth moaned, moving to the table. Her hand slammed down her cock. Her dick erupted.

Cum arched over the table and splattered Cinderella's blonde hair. It ran down to her forehead and around her eyes. More jizz fountained, spraying her face. Cinderella moaned, thrashing as the pleasure rippled through her. The cum reached her lips. The salty jizz tasted so good. She couldn't help licking at the lines of girl-spunk reaching her mouth.

“Just a disgusting sow,” groaned Mary, still stroking her dick. She moved to the table and grunted. “Take it, you filthy cunt!”

Another load of Mary's girl-cum splattered Cinderella's face, staining her cheeks. She was drenched in the seed as she writhed. The shame twisted her stomach. She hated how much she loved the jizz running down her body. She wanted to stop licking at her lips, her tongue reaching as far as she could to gather it all.

“Look at you, just a disgusting sow,” her futa-stepmother hissed from behind her. “Cumming from being switched, licking your dear sister's spunk off your face like a whore rutting in the alley.” She seized Cinderella's blonde hair, yanking it back. “If you love cum so much, then get down on your hands and knees and lick up the filth you left on my floor.”

“Yes, Futa-Mama,” moaned Cinderella, her ass burning, her body shuddering from her orgasms. Another glob of cum dribbled to her lips. She licked it, savoring the salty mix of Mary and Elizabeth's seed.

Her futa-stepmother hauled her back by her hair, bringing a sharp gasp of pain from her lips. Then she was shoved down onto her hands and knees, cock flopping between her thighs, coated in her pussy juices. She could smell her sweet musk as she landed on her hands and knees beneath the table.

Before her glistened her own futa-cum. Puddles of milky white slowly absorbing into the wood. It was clean—Cinderella did not shirk on her chores and kept the house spotless—so only her jizz stained the floor.

“Lick it, slattern,” hissed her futa-stepmother. A slippered foot planted on her burning ass, shoving her forward. “Clean my floor, you slut.”

Cinderella bent her head down, her pussy clenching with the humiliation. Though she just came, her dick was already throbbing hard again. She extended her tongue, eyes squeezed shut, and licked across the rough floorboards, gathering her jizz. It was so salty and good. She let out a shuddering moan and took another lick, dragging her tongue across the floor, her hips wiggling. She breathed in, smelling wood and spunk.

A glob of cum fell off her face, landing in puddle. She quickly licked up where it fell, savoring the mix of hers and her futa-stepsister's jizz. As she licked, she felt hands seizing her hips, a hard dick prodding at her cunt.

“You are just such a filthy whore. So disgusting,” groaned her futa-stepmother.

Cinderella moaned as her futa-mother's dick filled her pussy. A naughty rush of sensations washed through her, shuddering her body and swelling her dick even harder. Her cunt clenched down on the dick, groaning with pleasure as she was filled, her large breasts swaying beneath her from the force of the thrust.

Her futa-mother drew back and slammed in again. The impact rocked Cinderella. She gasped, clenching down on her mother's girth, hips undulating, unable to control her body. There was a big cock in her, reaming her, making her feel so good.

“Oh, you have such a tight cunt for a filthy pig,” her futa-stepmother moaned. “Just exquisite. Mmm, yes, you're going to be my little futa-fuck-slut forever. I'm going to ram my dick into you just like I did that sweet mother of yours. Oh, yes, take it. Take it, slut.”

“Yes, Futa-Mama,” Cinderella moaned as she licked up more of her cum off the floor, her tongue rasping against the rough wood. “I'm taking it.”

“You are,” she groaned “What a filthy whore. Maybe I should sell your ass. I bet the vicar would love to plunder your bowels. She has such a letch for young ass. And you have such a delicious rear.”

Cinderella yelped, her pussy clenching hard on the thick dick, as her futa-mother's hand slapped her rear, stinging the welts. The pain shuddered through her, transforming into ecstasy. A hard ache throbbed the tip of her dick.

Her hips bucked into her futa-mother's thrusts. She groaned and gasped, panting her delight as the pleasure rippled through her body. She bit her lip, undulating her hips as she rammed back into her futa-mother's hard thrusts. She groaned, the pleasure rushing through her. Such heat filled her pussy. It was wonderful.

“Such a gorgeous ass for a filthy slattern.” Hands seized her butt-cheeks, prying them apart. Her sphincter felt so exposed to her futa- mother's gaze. “Yes, the vicar would pay a dear price for this ass. And you would be able to pay for your own upkeep, little whore.”

“Yes, Futa-Mama,” groaned Cinderella, the futa trembling with the shame of being sold like a common harlot.

Her futa-stepmother spat on her asshole. She gasped, feeling the saliva soak her sphincter. Then a thick thumb jammed into her asshole. The burning bliss shot through Cinderella's body. Her bowels clenching on the intruding thumb, the rippling pleasure shooting down to her pussy, making her tremble more and more.

Her futa-mother's strokes grew faster and faster, pounding her hard. Flesh slapped against welted flesh, the stinging a constant reminder to her place in the household. Cinderella gasped and shuddered, rocking back into her futa-stepmother's thrusts. Her futa-stepmother's thumb jammed so hard and deep into her bowels.

“Futa-Mama,” moaned Cinderella.

“Oh, you do want to be a whore,” laughed her futa-mother. “That's what I thought. An anal whore for the vicar. And you could suck the miller's cock to get us free flour, and lick the baker's cunt for free bread. Mmm, and the milkmaid probably could enjoy your sweet cunt on her huge dick. Imagine the discount she would give us. Oh, yes, your body is going to be so useful. Isn't that wonderful?”

“So wonderful,” moaned Cinderella. Her cheeks burned red. Cum dribbled down her face. So much jizz coated her. She took a final lick, hating her futa-stepmother and loving her all at the same time, confused, aroused, her dick throbbing, her pussy aching as her futa-stepmother plowed her hard, her asshole throbbing.

“Yes, yes, yes, you'll make me so much money,” gasped her futa-mother. “Such a slutty futa-daughter. Oh, yes!”

Her cock slammed deep into Cinderella's cunt. Hot, taboo cum spilled into her pussy. The feel of the seed spilling through her flesh made the blonde futa gasp. Her cunt spasmed as her orgasm exploded through her body. Ripples of pleasure shot from her sheath, the friction of her futa-mother's cock convulsing her body.

And her cock erupted, splattering the floor with more of her pearly jizz. She gasped and moaned, voice echoing beneath the table. She clenched her eyes shut, imagining the vicar hiking her black cassock and shoving a thick cock into her ass or the milkmaid's blonde pigtails swinging as she reamed Cinderella's cunt.

“My filthy, slutty, whorish futa-daughter,” panted her futa-stepmother as the final blast of cum spurted into Cinderella's depths.

Cinderella shuddered, her own body heaving. She had cum so hard. It was so humiliating having to fuck all those people for goods and services, to whore her body out. How would she find a nice girl to marry and start her own family with if everyone knew she was a whore? A disgusting futa-sow.

“Now,” her futa-stepmother said, pulling her cock out of Cinderella's cunt. “Clean my house. Lick up all the filthy cum from the floors, do all the chores. We have a busy day. The hairdresser is coming to style your sisters' hair. I want you to stay out of their way. I don't want her seeing your filthy, disgusting body.”

“Yes, Futa-Mama.” Tears fell down her cheeks as she bent down to lick at another puddle of her cooling cum. She would give anything to go to the ball.

With the hairdresser's arrival, Cinderella found herself free of her futa-stepsisters' and futa-stepmother's presence while their hair was tamed with irons heated in the fire. Cinderella did her chores, humming to herself as she worked. Sometimes, she danced with her broom, pretending it was the voluptuous Princess Victoria, her cock nudging the wooden handle. Once, she wrapped the oil rag she dusted with about her cock, sliding the greasy cloth up and down her dick, wondering if a woman's pussy felt anything like that. She imagined pumping her cock in and out of Princess Victoria's tight cunt.

An hour later, she prepared a simple lunch of cold meats and cheese for her family to eat. She didn't have to go to the market today to buy food for their supper since everyone but herself would go to the ball and feast with the princess and royals. She had to eat whatever scraps were leftover. After lunch found her free of chores. She retreated to the attic, gazing out the window for hours, wishing with all her heart that she could go tonight.

“Cinderella!” her futa-stepmother called as evening approached. “Where are you, you filthy, lazy slattern?”

“Coming, Futa-Mama,” Cinderella called, climbing out of the attic to find her futa-stepmother waiting outside her bedroom.

“You're filthy,” she said. “Go wash your hands then help me and your sweet sisters with our dresses.”

“Yes, Futa-Mama,” Cinderella said. It was dusty in the attic, the only place she didn't regularly clean.

She raced down to the kitchen and washed her hands from with the bucket of water she fetched from the well in the back yard. Her hands clean, she raced back upstairs, cock and tits bounding before her.

“Hurry up, you lazy slattern,” Mary said, her face haughty.

The dresses were laid out on the bed. They were gorgeous gowns of the finest fabrics. Mary's was a green dress, tight in the bodice and low-cut, the sleeves puffy and hanging off her shoulders. The skirts, as was the fashion, were open in the front to show off her futa-cock. Cinderella helped her futa-stepsister into the gown and laced it up in the back, pulling the built-in corset tight, giving Mary's small breasts a lift that she desperately needed. Then Cinderella turned to Elizabeth's gown, a red dress in a similar style, the fabric rich brocade, trimmed in a delicate lace. Cinderella had spent so much time last night stitching the lace to the sleeves and bodice.

Both sisters dressed, she turned to her futa-stepmother who wore an older gown of black. It wasn't cut in a young futa's style, so the skirt covered her cock. It was considered unseemly for a married futa or widow to show off her girl-dick. The bodice went to her neck, clasped by an alabaster broach carved with the face of Cinderella's mother in profile.

“Now the jewelry,” her futa-stepmother said. “I want my daughters to sparkle.”

“Yes, Futa-Mama.”

On the nightstand were two cock sheaths attached to cock rings. Cinderella grabbed the short, stout one made of polished silver with worked ridges to give the princess added pleasure if she chose Mary. The blonde futa moved to her futa-stepsister and fell to her knees. She slipped on the silver cock ring first. Then, without hesitating, she opened her mouth and fluffed her futa-sister's cock.

It swelled while Mary groaned, “That's it, you little slut. Get me nice and hard for the princess.”

The dick grew and, thanks to the cock ring, wouldn't go soft for hours. Cinderella popped her mouth off the stout girl-dick and slid on the sheath. The silver adornment slipped over the cock perfectly, forming a tight fit. The tip of Mary's dick thrust from the end. Cinderella attached it to the cock ring with delicate chains. Then she hurried to Elizabeth.

“Oh, yes, you naughty whore,” groaned Elizabeth as Cinderella fluffed her cock. “But don't make me cum. I know how much you love my jizz, but it's all for the Princess's cunt tonight.”

“Like the princess will even look at your dick,” snorted Mary. “She will want my girth.”

“Now, my sweet daughters, do not squabble. One of you will be her futa-wife, and the other will be married off to a wealthy noblewoman. So relax.”

“Yes, Futa-Mama,” both Mary and Elizabeth said at once.

Cinderella slipped on the silver cock sheath onto Elizabeth's cock. It had small bumps instead of ridges, and was long and skinny enough to fit her dick snuggly. Cinderella attached the small chains and then rose. Lastly, Cinderella fetched the feathered masquerade masks, green for Mary, red for Elizabeth, and black for her futa-stepmother.

“I am finished, Futa-Mama,” she said, trembling. She half-hoped her futa-stepmother would produce a dress and cock sheath for her.

But the ringing of the doorbell broke that hope. “That would be the groom with our coach,” her futa-stepmother said. “Shall we, daughters?”

Both her futa-stepsisters giggled wickedly, giving Cinderella nasty, gloating looks before they swept out to ride their carriage to the palace in style. Cinderella watched them board through the window, sighing, tears falling down her cheeks.

She raced from the window, down the stairs, and burst out the rear door into the garden. Birds sang their finally songs of the day as twilight deepened. She fell to her knees on the grass by the pumpkin patch, her eyes staring up at the castle. The sky deepened around it from blue into purple as night fell. It grew colder and colder. She shivered, but she never stopped looking at it.

And then, twinkling by the castle, the first star appeared. Cinderella stared at the star, trembling. “First star of eve, I wish so hard, for my dearest dream to be heard tonight. Dress me, clothe me, and carry me to the ball so I can have a night of true joy. A single night of happiness.”

Her tears fell down her cheeks. She would never have happiness. Only drudgery, being used by her futa-stepmother and futa-stepsisters. They would fuck her, cum on her, and sell her body for everyone in town to use.

She buried her face in her hands, sobbing so hard. Why did her mother have to die and leave her alone? Why did she have to marry such a horrid person as Agnes? Why couldn't she go to the ball and meet Princess Victoria?

“Why do you weep so, child, on your night of happiness?” a gentle voice whispered.

Cinderella jumped and ripped her hands from her face. Her heart raced as she stared at a futa before her, surrounded in a nimbus of purple light that almost hid her lush body and hard, rampant cock. Huge tits with fat nipples, curving hips, long legs, and thick pussy lips wrapped about the base of a monstrous girl-dick. Wings of gossamer fluttered behind the futa.

“You're a fairy?” gasped Cinderella.

“Your fairy futa-godmother,” beamed the fairy. Her skin was pale and glittered with flecks of gold. “Here to grant you your heart's desire.”

Cinderella blinked in joy. “You mean...”

“A night of happiness,” nodded the fairy futa-godmother, her dick and pillowy breasts bobbing before her as she nodded. “We just have to bond. To unite our flesh. Love me, sweet child, and my magic will gift you all you desire.”

“Oh,” Cinderella said, her spirits dying, shame hardening her cock.

The fairy futa-godmother bent down. “What's wrong, child? Why the grief shadowing your face?”

“You just...” Tears fell.

“You think I will use you like your futa-stepmother and her daughters do?”

Cinderella nodded her head. “Everyone does.”

“Oh, sweet child. I am here to love you.” She wrinkled her nose and glittering gold sprinkled around Cinderella, banishing the soot from her body, leaving her clean and sparkling. Before she could react, the fairy kissed her on the lips.

It was a sweet kiss. Cinderella had never experienced anything so wonderful, so delicious, so intimate. The lips were soft and gentle, not claiming her mouth, but loving it. She quivered, a surge of excited heat rushing through her naked body. She moaned into the kiss. On their own, her hands reached out, cupping the fairy's large breasts.

They were so soft in Cinderella's hands. She squeezed and kneaded them. She played with the pillowy mounds, loving their feel. She brushed hard nipples, bringing a moan from the fairy's lips. Smiling, the futa-godmother broke their kiss.

“See, sweet child,” she whispered and leaned over, hands finding Cinderella's own large mound.

Instead of the cruel pinches and twists her nipples were used to, the fairy futa-godmother's touch was gentle, delicate fingers stroking Cinderella's nubs. She groaned, shuddering, leaning back into the grass as delight rippled through her body. Pleasure not borne of humiliation shivered her limbs, her fingers tightening into the flesh of the fairy's tits.

The grass was cool on her back. Her skin felt suddenly so warm. Her dick throbbed hard, her pussy dripping wet. The night's chill vanished, replaced by desire's heat. The fairy's violet hair brushed Cinderella's face before their lips met in another sweet kiss.

The fairy broke their kiss. “It is not a dream, sweet child. This is all real. Tonight, you shall find everything your heart yearns for.”

Cinderella nodded her head as her fairy futa-godmother leaned her lips down and licked at her pink areola. Her eyes widened at the sheer delight of the tongue stroking circles around her nub, spiraling in. And then her nipple was engulfed by hot lips. The sucking sent delight shooting right down to her futa-cock.

It throbbed against her belly, nudged by the fairy's monstrous shaft. The huge dick lay over Cinderella's, their tips kissing as the fairy nursed and suckled at the blonde futa's breast. Pleasure spilled through her. Her pussy clenched. She let out sweet moans.

“Oh, Futa-godmother, that is so wonderful. This is so wonderful.”

“Just enjoy.” The fairy sucked on Cinderella's nipple again.

Her hands roamed the fairy's back, brushing her gossamer wings as the blonde futa undulated. Her moans and sighs filled the air. She loved the feel of the fairy on her body, large tits rubbing on her stomach, the huge dick massaging her girl-cock.

More and more stars were birthed overhead, each twinkling down at Cinderella, celebrating her pleasure. The fairy futa-godmother switched breasts, hungrily engulfing the other nipple. She sucked so hard this time, bringing sharp gasps from Cinderella's mouth, making her moan and shudder.

“Oh, Futa-Godmother. You're so wonderful. Thank you!”

“Mmm, the pleasure is all mine. I savor making love to all my goddaughters, whether futas or not. Such sweet delights I shall give you tonight.”

Cinderella gasped as the fairy slid down her body, large breasts dragging across her belly. The fairy kissed at Cinderella's flesh as she worked down, her violet hair silky delight as it caressed the blonde futa's skin. Her toes curled. She gasped as her dick was engulfed by the pillowy mounds.

And then the fairy's hot lips nibbled on the tip of Cinderella's girl-cock. Pleasure shot through to her pussy. The futa groaned as the tongue swirled and licked. Someone else was touching her dick. And it was so wonderful. The pleasure was so pure. She could enjoy this without feeling like a terrible slut, a disgusting slattern.

Fresh tears of happiness fell down her cheeks as her fairy futa-godmother sucked the crown of her dick into hungry mouth. Glittering cheeks hollowed as the fairy sucked. Pleasure shot down her futa-cock to her clenching pussy.

“Oh, wow,” Cinderella screeched. It was the first time she ever experienced such delight. Her body reacted like any virgin futa would.

She came in a blink of an eye.

Her cum spurted into the fairy futa-godmother's mouth. Thick, creamy blasts that sent Cinderella writhing on the cool grass. Her head tossed back and forth. Her large tits heaved and bounced. Her pussy spasmed, juices squirting out with the same intensity as the cum erupting from her girl-cock. Cinderella howled out into the night.

“So good! I always dreamed... Thank you!” Her body heaved, the final blast of her cum spurting from her cock, sending sharp pleasure racing to her mind. “You're stupendous, Futa-Godmother!”

“Mmm,” purred the fairy as she popped her lush, violet lips off the girl's futa-cock. She swallowed, her wings fluttering delicately. “And that's just the start of your pleasure tonight.”

Cinderella's green eyes widened as her fairy futa-godmother spread her pussy lips open and licked at her sweet snatch. The tongue was so lithe, so wonderful, licking, caressing, teasing. Though she just came, her dick already throbbed hard again, stirred by the magic of the fairy's tongue.

It wiggled into her sheath, which had only been violated by her futa-stepmother's and futa-stepsisters' cocks and fingers. But this was loving, caressing. The tongue probed deep into her snatch, sending pleasure rippling through her body. Her ass and hips moved as she humped against her fairy futa-godmother.

“Oh, yes, that's so good. I've always dreamed of having my pussy licked and my cock sucked.”

“And even more of your dreams will come true tonight,” purred the fairy, her lips sticky with Cinderella's excitement.

“You'll let me fuck your pussy with my girl-dick?”

“Wouldn't you rather your first time was with your sweet princess?”

Eyes wide. “Princess Victoria?”

Her fairy futa-godmother nodded once and winked.

Cinderella humped against her fairy futa-godmother's licking mouth. Her cock and breasts both jiggled, the shaft slapping her belly, the tits each other, as she writhed and gasped. Her fingers tore at the grass. Her hips couldn't stop wiggling. The delight burned and fluttered through her body. It made her gasp and shudder. It had her groaning and gasping. The pleasure bucked and writhed through her body. It made her gasp and moan for everyone to hear.

“Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Oh, you are so wicked. Mmm, yes. Just keep licking at my pussy. Oh, wow. Oh, you're doing great.”

The words just spilled out of her mouth as the pleasure churned by the fairy rippled through her body. Her hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading her mounds while her dick throbbed so hard on her stomach. It ached to cum, to spurt all over her body. Her toes curled as she shuddered, her heels sliding across the ground.

“Futa-Godmother!”

The pleasure built in her depths. Precum spilled onto her belly, leaking from her cock as the tongue devoured her pussy. The fairy's hands squeezed Cinderella's ass, cupping the soft cheeks, pulling her pussy tight against licking, nuzzling lips.

“Oh, you taste so sweet, child,” moaned the fairy. “Mmm, yes. I love your sweet snatch. Your princess shall treasure it.”

“That's so wonderful,” moaned Cinderella. She shuddered, grinding on her pussy on the fairy's mouth. “Thank you, Futa-Godmother.”

“Mmm, thank you for this sweet cunt.”

The fairy jabbed her tongue deep into Cinderella's cunt, her fingernails biting into the futa's ass. She shuddered, her toes curling. The pressure swelled in her depths. Every stroke of tongue whipping through her pussy bought her closer and closer to another explosion.

Her eyes stared at the swollen tip of her cock past her heaving mounds. It throbbed with every lick, twitching with need. Her body tensed. Her pussy clenched on the fairy's tongue as it probed so deep, swirling and teasing.

“Futa-Godmother!” she screamed as her dick erupted. Hot cum squirted up her body, splashing her tits and coating her belly.

Her pussy spasmed as the pleasure shot to her mind. The fairy drank the flood of young pussy cream, savoring it, her wings humming with her delight. She feasted on it as Cinderella lay gasping and moaning on the ground.

Still trembling, lost to the bliss of spurting cock and spasming cunt, Cinderella didn't notice her fairy futa-godmother rising above her body. The huge cock nudged at her convulsing pussy, large breasts smearing cum across Cinderella's pillowy tits.

“Futa-Godmother,” Cinderella gasped in realization, staring up into violet eyes. “Your cock is so huge.”

“And you'll love it, sweet child.”

The fairy kissed Cinderella hard and thrust.

She moaned rapture into her fairy futa-godmother's lips. That huge cock stretched and stretched her pussy. It filled her so much. She couldn't believe it. The dick was twice as thick as Mary's and twice as long as Elizabeth's. It kept sliding into Cinderella. It was impossible for her to take it.

Bliss rippled through her pussy walls. She clenched down on the monstrous cock, squeezing her hot flesh around it while her stomach bulged from its huge girth. She trembled, her thighs locking around the fairy's waist. Cinderella clung to her futa-godmother, humping her hips, drinking in the bliss of the huge cock.

“Isn't that wonderful?” the fairy moaned, her wings buzzing with excitement.

“Yes! You fit so much in me!” Cinderella's dick throbbed against the fairy's belly. Their tits kissed. “Oh, wow.”

“And now it gets even better,” grinned the fairy.

She drew back her cock. The delicious, tingling rapture filled Cinderella as her magically stretched pussy drank in the friction of the huge girl-dick. Her back arched, pressing her tits tight against her fairy futa-godmother's breasts. She quivered, pleasure rippling through her.

Her dick spurted cum. Her pussy spasmed about the dick. Orgasm after orgasm shot through Cinderella as her fairy futa-godmother fucked her hard and fast. That huge, monstrous cock rammed over and over into her belly, stretching out her cunt, sending hot shudders through her body.

Ecstasy bathed her mind. Cinderella was lost to the pleasure. She couldn't fathom how her body could take such joy. But it did. Over and over, the pleasure rippled through her body. She gasped and undulated, humping against her fairy futa-godmother.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me with your huge cock! I love it!”

“Do you feel the magic building between us?” moaned the fairy futa-godmother.

“Yes! Oh, yes! It's wonderful. I keep cumming! You're so wonderful.”

“I know, sweet child.”

Cinderella's pussy convulsed about that huge dick, massaging it. The long shaft plunged over and over into her. The friction kept her pleasure alive. Rapture burned through Cinderella's veins. Their bodies grew sticky with the cum spurting from her dick. Over and over she unloaded, greasing their belly and tits. Her hips undulated, driving up into her fairy futa-godmother's thrusts.

Their lips met in hot kisses. Cinderella's fingernails clawed the fairy's back. She brushed the gossamer wings humming away with excitement. The fairy's thrusts grew harder, driving her monstrous girl-cock so deep into Cinderella's depths.

“Cum in me!” moaned Cinderella. “Please, please. I will love it. You're so wonderful.”

“Yes, my sweet child! Oh, yes! And then all your wishes come true!”

The fairy futa-godmother rammed her dick so deep into Cinderella's cunt. She could feel her stomach stretch from the huge girth. And then the cum erupted. A powerful stream struck her cervix. There was so much cum flooding into her, far more in a single squirt than her futa-stepmother or futa-stepsisters could produce with all of their blasts combined. It swam in Cinderella's pussy, burning with heat.

“My sweet child, yes!” the fairy moaned, ripping her cumming cock out of Cinderella's cunt. “Feel the magic we made!”

“I do!” the blonde futa screamed as the cock kept erupting.

She was drenched in warm, hot creamy cum. It covered her body, splashing over her dick, coating her tits, erupting across her face, and soaking her blonde hair. The pulses of girl-jizz were so powerful, they landed in the pumpkin patch, coating everything in white cum that glittered with gold flecks. Cinderella writhed as she rubbed the cum into her tits, her tongue licking, savoring how magical it tasted. So much better than any cum she had swallowed before.

And then her skin burned. The cum glittered with golden light. It grew warmer and warmer. She gasped as she rose into the air, held aloft by the fairy's jizz. It transformed, becoming a gown of gossamer blue, cupping her large breasts into a delicious mound of cleavage, dropping silk skirts about her hips and leaving her front open, her cock thrusting hard before her. A gold cock ring cinched tight her dick, keeping her hard, engorged. Then a golden cock sheathe appeared girding her shaft. It was studded with pearls forming small, round bumps for a woman's pleasure. It fit her shaft snugly, her crown thrusting out the end.

The cum that landed in her hair styled it into a beautiful mass of golden curls more luxurious than her futa-stepsisters. A small platinum tiara dotted with more pearls appeared in her hair while a choker of silver chains sprouted about her throat. On her feet, shoes of crystal appeared with long heels.

“Oh, my Futa-Godmother,” Cinderella gushed as she settled on the ground, her face covered in rogue, her lips painted red, her green eyes shadowed, and her eyelashes long and dark. A soft-blue and feathered masquerade mask settled on her face. “Thank you!”

Behind her, one of the pumpkins swelled and swelled, transforming into a magnificent carriage of gold, horses rising out of the soil, becoming midnight black mares of exceptional beauty. A lovely groom sprouted from the bark of the oak tree beyond where the farthest splash of jizz landed, her skin a deep brown, her hair a merry green.

“Now you have a ball to attend,” her fairy futa-godmother said as the beautiful groom opened the carriage's door revealing a sedan of padded orange. “Tonight, you shall have such happiness, sweet child.”

Tears of joy burst from Cinderella's lips and she kissed her fairy futa-godmother hard. She would attend the ball and meet the Princess, her dick throbbing hard, the cock ring tight. She couldn't believe her luck.