A Dickgirl Fairytale

Note: This story has been published here before but needed some edits. A reader also suggested that the original version wasn't quite as "happily ever after" as they envisioned. Hopefully this meets the mark.

Also, this story contains an element of non-consensual sex so if that's not your thing, please be advised.

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The afternoon sun had shifted in the sky and the shadows had begun to move across the floor of the chamber. They left a pattern of speckled lights that danced across the floor. The blonde woman sat on the low stool and the sun caught fire to her mane, which gave her an otherworldly glow. Lady Celestria's slender fingers were swift as she attached the combs into her sheath of thick, golden hair. Ella still liked to watch her mother from the corner as she always had. Her mother's hair was beautiful and so soft and hung past her bottom. Ella's father always joked that it was the perfect camouflage for the most perfect bottom in all the land.

Lady Celestria could always tell where Ella was, even when she was hiding. Ella's mother called to her without ever turning from the mirror, "Ella, my love, are you even ready for your own party?" Her mother asked in her sweet, angelic voice.

Ella put one bare foot out into the light and then pulled it back. "No, I'm not ready," she giggled before jumping out to show her mother her pet. "Say hello to Francis." Francis was a mouse, one of many that Ella had befriended but she seemed to have a special bond with this one. She had always liked little creatures more than people. Even though after tonight, Ella would officially no longer be a girl, she thought she would always prefer to spend her time with her mice and birds and barnyard animals.

Her mother turned from her reflection and laughed as she saw who Francis was. Lady Celestria's laughter was a melody and her mother's voice was the song. "I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Francis," her mother nodded to the mouse very properly, as if he were a gentleman. "Now kindly go off somewhere while I help my ragamuffin daughter look like the beautiful, young lady that she is."

Ella chucked Francis under the chin and whispered into his tiny, pink ear, "I'll bring you something to eat later." She set him free and watched as he scurried across the stone floor toward the heavy wooden door. Francis squeezed his tiny body under the exit and Ella hoped that he would stick to the shadows and beware of crossing paths with either of the cats.

Lady Celestria patted the purple cushion next to her, "Come, sit with me, my love. Let me comb your hair." Her mother always looked at Ella with an expression somewhere between amusement and adoration. As her parent's only child, Ella felt lucky to have so much attention. She was about to be usurped though and she still didn't know how she felt about that. One look at her mother's huge belly and Ella felt it may even be sooner than they thought.

She sat next to her mother and inhaled her familiar scent deeply. Lady Celestria smelled like citrus and something warm and spicy from the kitchen. Ella always enjoyed wrapping her arms around her and burying her nose in Lady Celestria's silken, straw colored hair. "Do you think the baby will come tonight?" she asked quietly. Ella didn't want to be concerned and she knew it was petty to be jealous, but still, it was Ella's birthday. It was enough that it came on summer solstice and the whole town came to the celebration. The party was set to begin once the sun set and would last well into the wee hours of the morning. It just didn't seem fair to ask her to share her mother and her special day.

Ella's hair was the same color as her mother's but she hardly ever noticed it. She left it to her mother to comb. Lady Celestria was patient with the knots and careful not to pull Ella's hair. Her mother stopped combing for a minute and held her breath. When she exhaled, it was deep and full and seemed to carry a groan with it. "No, I don't believe the baby will come tonight, my love," her mother answered tenderly. "And if the baby did, that would never make me love you any less, Ella," she whispered. "Do you want to say hello to your brother or sister?" Lady Celestria reached for Ella's hand with her own tiny one and pressed Ella's palm against her burgeoning belly.

Ella was unsure if she wanted to. The belly seemed alien and not at all cuddly like a newly hatched chick or a small, furry mouse. She pulled her hand away, "No thank you, mother." Ella did want to kiss Lady Celestria though and she pressed her lips to her mother's smooth, warm cheek.

"That's much better," her mother ran her fingers through Ella's locks and arranged them over one shoulder. "You're such a beautiful girl, my dear, and one day," Lady Celestria tapped the tip of Ella's nose with her index finger to accentuate her point, "mark my words, some young man will notice how beautiful you are as well."

"A young man?" Ella asked and shook her head. Her mother and father were the only ones, as far as she knew, who knew the secret and the secret changed everything. "What would he think of me?" Ella whispered hotly as she imagined revealing herself to a handsome stranger.

Lady Celestria ran her hands up and down Ella's arms. Her mother's gentle touch left behind a trail of goosebumps. "He would think you were an angel just as you are," her mother looked into her eyes and murmured, "like we all do."

"But it's getting bigger," Ella finally confided in her mother, speaking just above a whisper. She fidgeted and brought her hand down to the center of her dress. She adjusted with a sigh, bigger and more and more awkward and the more aware of it that she became, the more freakish Ella felt.

Lady Celestria drew her brows together and emitted another low groan. Her mother put her hand on the table as if she needed the support to stay seated upright. Once the moment had passed, she prompted Ella, "Stand up and lift your dress for me, my love."

Ella did as she was told and felt it shift between her legs as the cool breeze touched her bare skin.

"My sweet girl," her mother cooed, "of course it's more noticeable when you're not wearing any undergarments."

Ella's thick, juicy pink cock seemed to know that it was the center of attention and it had risen to the occasion. It saluted Lady Celestria and bobbed a gracious hello to all. "I despise the undergarments," Ella pouted. She pursed her lips together and watched with a dismayed expression as her monstrosity wiggled and dripped. She blushed as she watched it, partly ashamed and yet it was difficult to tear her eyes away. It was endlessly fascinating. Sometimes, alone in her room, she had begun to touch it and the strangest, most magical sensations occurred when she fondled herself.

She'd never tell that to her mother though.

Lady Celestria's bottom lip curled as she attempted to keep her smile hidden from her daughter. "My love, all women despise the undergarments but now that you're all grown up, it's something that a proper young lady must do."

The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor outside Lady Celestria's chamber and Ella gasped and dropped the dress, quickly smoothing the fabric down over her erection. She silently prayed not to be found out as she had a thousand other times since she realized that her dick was a secret. She thought once more, please, don't let any of the servants know that Lord and Lady Hastings, the regents of the land, have a monster for a daughter.

The heavy wooden door was thrown open and a female voice announced, "Lord Thomas has come to see you, Madam."

"Father!" Ella clapped her hands and ran to him. She threw her pale, little arms around his thick neck as Lord Thomas scooped her up in his arms.

"Aw, my pretty, sweet girl," he held Ella close and kissed her forehead. Lord Thomas was built like an ox. He had a long, thick beard like the Vikings that she had seen pictures of in a book that he had been reading. His shoulders and his arms, even his calves and feet were all so massive and manly, Ella always felt safe when he was near. Lately, she had begun to wonder if she hadn't perhaps inherited her sizable cock from him as well. It was one more thing that she'd never say out loud to either parent. "Are you ready for the party, Ella?" he asked as his eyes twinkled with mischief as always.

"After I put on some undergarments," Ella curled her upper lip to show him how much disdain she had for them.

He set her down and looked past Ella to her mother, as if to confirm. He nodded, following Lady Celestria's lead, "Yes, my dear if your mother thinks that you should, then you do need to wear those, my dear. You know after tonight, you're no longer a girl."

Not a girl, not a boy, she had breasts and round hips and long hair and blue eyes like Lady Celestria. Her limbs were soft and milky white and her voice, although it held none of the musical qualities of her mother's, was a girl's voice. It was just the pink, beefy appendage that bounced with her every step that made her so much less than feminine. The heavy balls that swung between her dainty thighs, full and warm and scented and they seemed to insist on being noticed. They would be trapped and bound in the lacy, satin undergarments and they would hate it. "I know, father," Ella nodded, almost sad that she was having a birthday now if undergarments were a permanent part of the sentence.

"Don't pout, my lovely," her father leaned in to kiss her forehead. "We'll have a wonderful time tonight."

She inhaled Lord Thomas' scent deeply. He smelled of the sea and the barn and of his furry manliness. Ella found it a comfort. "I'll be ready shortly," Ella promised like a dutiful daughter.

"Good, now go, run along Ella," her father pointed to the door and nodded. "I need a moment alone with your mother," he added under his breath and Ella felt that the meaning under his words corresponded to the sensations that she had recently begun to feel coursing through her body.

As she closed the door behind her, she could hear Lord and Lady's sighs and the soft, familiar noises of lingering kisses.

***

The moon hung low in the sky as Ella's eighteenth birthday celebration commenced. It looked to be heavy and ripe in the sky. It was a full, almost golden moon that was as bright as the lingering sun to the west that spilled reddish pinks and decadent oranges along the horizon. The fireflies twinkled like stars that dipped down from the heavens and reached out to be touched. The warm evening air was heavily scented from the roses in the courtyard, freshly dampened with dew. Summer solstice carried its own special magic but tonight seemed to be particularly enchanted. Sometime after midnight, her father clasped her shoulder with a heavy, square hand and pondered, "Ah, my Ella, you're all grown up now. Pretty soon you'll be leaving us." He held a stein of ale in the other hand and it sloshed and splashed a few droplets on Ella's forearm. She'd seen her father inebriated before and knew he was quick to laugh or cry, depending on the mood.

The thought of leaving home was new and bothersome enough to stop Ella mid twirl. "Why would I leave you, father?" she wondered.

Lord Thomas touched her chin and then her cheek with his warm paw. "Why because that's what young ladies do when they fall in love and get married," he murmured.

Ella looked down at the ground. Just because her father knew her secret didn't mean that she wanted to delve into her recent discoveries regarding it. "Even me?" Her throat was dry when she thought of the rather cumbersome reason why she didn't believe him and she could barely even ask.

Lord Thomas grabbed Ella by the waist and picked her up as if she were a mere stick. "My sweet girl, you're the best of both worlds and don't ever let anyone else try to tell you otherwise. You have a little something extra special." He laid his finger on the side of nose and winked at her, "or quite a large something extra but that's even better."

Her father's mouth was still open when the cry came. Lord Thomas and Ella both froze in place. She didn't even breathe as the sound came again. It was the sound of a wounded animal, a cry of pain and longing that ripped the night air in two. It was her mother and again, the sound came, the sound of a broken heart as she called to him. "Thomas!"

He set Ella down quickly and ran to her mother. Ella crouched in the shadows and was afraid to move as her father called out, "Fetch me the midwife."

The revelry ended abruptly with murmurs. The villagers scurried out into the night with worried faces. Her mother's screams of pain carried on until the sun came up the next day. Ella walked the corridors, back and forth: she paced and held her breath as she waited for the next wail. How long could it go on for, she wondered? It had to end soon, she hoped it would. How much fuss could one baby make? Once the sunshine lit the walls in her bedroom, Ella couldn't help but doze off on her bed. She was exhausted and her feet were sore and filthy.

She woke from a fitful nap to silence and realized that not knowing was worse than Lady Celestria's screams. Ella tiptoed to her mother's room and lingered outside, just behind the open door so that she could watch her new sibling from a safe distance.

There was no movement. Instead, Ella just saw Lord Hastings and her mother was quite still. She watched as her father, the big man, the tower of strength, kneeling beside her mother's bed. Ella heard the muffled sobs that came from his shaking body and it was enough to make her gasp. What could have possibly happened to make him cry?

Her father raised his head. It was too late to run back to her room and pretend it was all a dream, just a nightmare from which she could awaken. "Daughter, come here," Lord Thomas's voice, normally a mighty boom and a boisterous laugh, was old and dry and barely more than a whisper. "Come and sit with your mother and I," he patted the green blanket on her mother's mattress.

Lady Celestria had always been pale but now her skin was more translucent. It seemed as if she were becoming invisible and would eventually disappear altogether. Her eyes were closed and Ella choked back a sound that was building in her throat as she noticed that her mother's chest didn't rise or fall. She was still.

Her belly must have emptied though and Ella was afraid to ask, afraid to know how much she would hate the little one that had stolen her mother from her. "Where is the baby?" she asked her father solemnly.

"There were two," her father had never sounded so small or so sad. "A boy and a girl, stillborn," his voice cracked. "Oh my love," he cried and Ella joined him in quiet, huddled sobs as the hot, salty tears soaked the bloody sheet below Lady Celestria.

After some time lost in his grief, her father took a deep breath and put his protective arm over Ella's shoulders and pulled her near. "Don't you leave me too, my dearest girl. You stay here with your papa. Promise me?"

How much had changed in just a few short hours. Ella felt as if she had aged far beyond her eighteen years. She was drained, not just tired from the sleepless night. She felt empty as if her mother had taken a piece of her along to the other side. It was an easy promise to make. Ella had never wanted to leave home and she had doubts about a man finding her beautiful once he saw her pink, throbbing monstrosity. "I promise, father," Ella told him, ever the dutiful daughter.

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On the morning of her twentieth birthday, Ella woke to the sound of her birds chirping from the window ledge. She was known to leave crumbs for them there. "Good morning," she greeted them in a soft tone that they found soothing. "Hungry already? You're going to get fat if you keep eating like this you know," she nodded to herself but thought the birds understood. "I don't have to remind you what the cats will do to you if they catch you, do I?" She giggled to herself and told herself to remember an extra slice of bread from the kitchen.

Extras had been getting more and more scarce lately. Ever since the new Lady Hastings and her daughters had taken residence, there was never enough to go around. Ella curled her upper lip in disdain as she thought of her stepmother. She was a nothing, a nobody, almost a peasant and worse, she was mean. The audacity that the old cow had to call herself Lady Hastings when she was so beneath Ella's mother infuriated Ella. She and her daughters were so unworthy and ungrateful. Her stepmother's real name was Margery and that was how Ella addressed her regardless of how many times she insisted on the official title. Her daughters, Anastasia and Druscilla, were ugly, little witches that their mother tried to pass as Duchesses. They were every bit as repulsive as their mother and the three of them were eating Ella and her father out of house and home.

Her father never would have permitted it, or their treatment of Ella, if he weren't a dried up husk. Lord Hastings was a mere ghost of the man that she remembered. When Margery had sent Ella to sleep in the attic on a straw mattress, she'd run to her father's chamber for aid. Ella had sat on the edge of his bed and reached for his bony fingers, "Father, Father, please wake up."

His beard was no longer the dark, bushy Viking beard that she remembered. It had become sparse and snowy and his face had become skeletal and almost translucent. Lord Thomas' eyes, previously always twinkling with mischief, were now always wet with tears. "Celestria? Are you there?" he gasped her mother's name and his unfocused eyes seemed to fixate above Ella's head as if there were angels nearby.

Her poor father had never recovered from losing his love and the babies. He'd wandered through the house like a ghost and incessantly looked for his bride. Ella had watched as he'd grown thinner and paler. He had begun to mumble conversations with his dead wife until the whole village thought he was crazy. She'd kept him in his room more for his own safety to begin with. As he had gotten thinner, he seemed to be exhausted from doing nothing. When Margery showed up, slithering into their lives like the serpent she was, Lord Thomas barely left his bed.

Ella had patted his hand tenderly and told him in a soft voice, "Yes, my love," as if she were her mother, there to console him.

He seemed to take some comfort from Ella's lie and nodded off with her hand folded to his chest. Ella had known then that she was truly alone in the world.

Once her bed was placed in the attic, Ella realized that the solitude was actually much better than their company. Alone with her animals, she felt much calmer in the garret than looking across the table at her stepsister's repulsive faces. The alone time had provided her with a new, favorite past time as well.

Ella rolled to her back as her large, thick cock seemed to call to her. First thing in the morning, ever since she had begun to pay attention to it, the appendage greedily beckoned for her affections. Now that her room was so far away from prying eyes, Ella slept naked. She seemed to crave the touch of her own flesh and this morning she closed her eyes and let her fingers caress her curves. Her breasts and hips had filled out recently and a glance or two in her stepmother's full length mirror confirmed that Ella was quite voluptuous. Her nipples were pink and puckered and almost always pointed and ached to be touched. This morning, they stood straight up, as if seeking another's mouth. No one had ever done so but as Ella pinched and rolled her sensitive buds, she imagined that it would feel quite lovely.

She had never been properly introduced to the stable boy but Ella had seen him several times in the market. Their eyes had met and melded. He wasn't a boy really, he was a young man and he was muscular and tan and lean and wiry all at the same time. It was a lovely package that made something inside her melt and pulse and call to him. With one small hand on her round breasts, Ella wound her fingers back and forth as her buds sprang to life. She imagined the man from the stables. He was stripped to his waist and gleamed with sweat. He finally touched her everywhere.