A Sissy Fairy Tale

***Good evening, lovelies. I have a little bedtime story for you to enjoy before drifting off to dream land. I hope all you naughty boys and girls can't help touching yourself as you read my sexy little fairy tale. Night night. ;)***

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom by the sea, there lived a brave and noble prince named Robin. Prince Robin was the youngest of three brothers, each well-built and handsome.

Richard, the eldest and king of all the land, was as wise as he was handsome and married to a beautiful queen named Bianca, who was as lovely and innocent on the inside as she was on the outside. Robert, the middle brother, was a warrior of great renown and commander of all the king's armies. Robert had not yet taken a wife and was coveted by every eligible lady in the land, as he was not only wealthy and powerful but also ruggedly handsome and very masculine.

Prince Robin reached his 18th birthday and knew that it was time to make a name for himself. Unlike his brothers, who took quickly to their positions and fit into their roles easily, Robin was not sure of his role in the kingdom. Prince Robin was not naturally gifted with strength or speed. Instead, the prince was exceptionally fair of face with beautiful, delicate features and an exceptional talent for music, song, and poetry. Mastering the lute at age 16, people would gather as far as the sound would carry whenever he played. Women would often weep at the beauty of his music and people would spontaneously dance when he picked up a lively tune.

Far away from the kingdom of the three brothers, in the highest tower of a dark castle built atop the highest mountain in all the lands, there lived a beautiful princess. The master of the castle was an evil sorcerer named Janear, feared in all the lands. Janear had cursed the princess at her birth to live all of her days as a girl on the inside and a boy on the outside. He destroyed her kingdom and then kept her locked in a tower. Upon her 18th birthday, he began propositioning her, telling her that she would remain trapped in the tower until she submitted willingly to his every wish and desire.

Princess Skyler, even cursed to live as a boy, was as fair and lovely as the most beautiful of maidens. Her long, golden tresses fell in shimmering waves around a delicate, finely boned face with large, almond shaped blue eyes and lush, full lips. On the rare occasions when she showed her dimpled smile, birds would alight on her hand to bask in the radiance of her features. Though lacking womanly curves, her slender, body was always kept smooth and hairless, clad in beautiful pink dresses and undergarments made from the finest silks and most delicate lace.

Each day, at dawn, midday, and evening, a meal would appear and the chamber pot would magically become clean and fresh. Once each morning, a tub of fresh, hot water would also appear along with a new dress, slippers, and undergarments, which would disappear each night at midnight. Though evil and selfish, the sorcerer was not completely cruel. Her imprisonment was his only direct cruelty in a myriad of kindnesses he thought could win her over. He used his power to provide her anything that would not aid in escape or allow her to harm herself. In her room, on the desk he provided, was a book with blank pages, a quill, and bottomless ink well. Should she desire anything, food, book, instrument, or trinket, all she must do is write it in the book and it would appear. Again, the only exceptions were items that would allow escape or self-harm.

As time went on many of the stories and books Janear provided for her were of a distinctly carnal nature. The books often referred to bedroom devices for pleasure and the princess became more and more aroused by each story. Often, the stories featured girls like her, cursed to live in the body of a boy, but depicted them coming to enjoy their fates as they were taken vigorously by well-endowed older men. It was obvious what the sorcerer was doing, but unbeknownst to him, Skylar's fantasies did not feature Janear at all. Instead, she fantasized about being taken lovingly by a faceless young prince from a far off land.

On a clear spring day, Princess Skyler stood on the balcony of her tower prison and gazed across the wide world she believed she would never see and tears began to fall from her eyes. She had known that Janear was training her for his pleasure and she despised him for it. Her sadness was so profound and heartbreaking that, from the tears which dropped the hundreds of feet to the rocky ground far below, a tiny flower bloomed.

The edelweiss that grew from her tears was as white and pure as the snow which covered the mountain in winter. A bluebird flying by witnessed the spontaneous growth of edelweiss from the princess's tears and swooped down to pluck the flower from the rocky ground. Flying up to the tower, the bluebird alighted upon the railing and spoke to Princess Skyler.

"Why are you so sad," the bluebird sang.

"Because I am cursed to live in a body not my own and remain trapped in this tower," the princess replied. "My only escape is to willingly submit to becoming the slave of the Sorcerer Janear, something I will never do. I have even tried to throw myself from the tower, but when I did, an enchantment below this balcony transported me to just above my bed. I fear I shall never experience the world outside this tower."

"Fear not," the bluebird sang cheerfully. "I shall take this flower far and wide and sing of your plight. When one who is destined to rescue you hears my song, I shall give him this flower. He shall wear it upon his doublet that you may know I sent him."

With that, the bluebird picked up the edelweiss and flew off. Many days and weeks the bird flew, carrying the hopes of the princess, all the while singing the song of her bondage. Across the valley of mists and the planes of sorrow to the bog of thorns, the bird flew. Through the desert kingdom of Sultan Nadim the Great and into the land of the three rivers, where the centaurs lived, the bluebird sang out the sorrowful song of Princess Skyler to no avail. Finally, after weeks of flying, the exhausted and disheartened bluebird found the kingdom by the sea.

The bluebird could not understand why no one responded to his song. The humans in the lands could clearly hear him but none seemed moved by his sorrowful song. Carefully, the bluebird landed on a small stone wall to rest his weary wings when he heard a beautiful melody that made his heart ache anew. Fluttering closer and alighting on a small ledge overlooking a garden, the bluebird saw a dark haired young man, fair of face and voice, singing a beautiful song of hope and love accompanied by the masterfully played lute in the young man's nimble hands. Unable to stop himself, the bluebird began to sing with the young man.

Prince Robin, the young singer, noticed the song of the bluebird and adjusted his song to encompass the lovely chirping melody. The two intertwined their voices along with that of the lute to weave a song that had tears streaming from the eyes of everyone near enough to hear, including the prince's own. After the song, the hopeful bluebird alighted upon the head of the lute and spoke to the prince.

"Good sir," said the bluebird. "I have flown for many leagues. For weeks, I have searched for one who would hear my sad tale and travel far across many lands to right a grave injustice. Will you hear my tale?"

"Dear bluebird," the prince replied. "Tell me your tale."

The bluebird told the tale of Princess Skyler as she relayed it to him. By the ending of the tale, the prince was sobbing in sorrow and in rage at the evil done to one so pure and lovely as the bluebird described the princess. Immediately, the prince put aside his lute and held out his hand for the bird to land upon. He agreed to travel the miles and face whatever trial awaited him in order to save the princess from her fate. Happily, the bluebird presented the edelweiss and alighted upon the prince's shoulder as he stormed inside to prepare for the journey. The prince and the bluebird left the castle the next morning.

Hearing the story of the princess from Prince Robin and seeing the edelweiss, a flower that did not grow anywhere within a week's ride from the edge of the kingdom, King Richard and Prince Robert were greatly moved. The morning Prince Robin set out on his quest, Prince Robert and 100 of the finest knights escorted him to the edge of the kingdom to negotiate passage with the centaurs.

The centaurs had an uneasy truce with the kingdom by the sea. Their agreement was for none from the kingdom to enter their lands and no centaur would disturb the kingdom. Past wars left scars on the history of both sides and with the prince's quest, the brothers were certain that they would anger the centaurs. Before resorting to warfare, however; Prince Robin wanted to attempt diplomacy.

The end of the Evergreen Wood, where the forest met the rolling, fertile planes of the three rivers, marked the end of the Prince's kingdom. Making sure to stay well within the tree line, Prince Robin hailed a passing centaur patrol and told them of his quest. The centaurs, large beasts with the bodies of horses below their neck and the upper torsos of men where their necks should be, stomped skittishly at the size of the prince's force while one ran off to tell their chieftain of the story. The chieftain sent an emissary who would only let Prince Robbin cross into the land if the remainder of the force turned around and left the borderlands.

Prince Robert was wary of treachery and refused to leave. Fearing a war, Prince Robin suggested quietly that he could go and, once he gets across the Land of Three Rivers, he could send the bluebird back. If the bird returned empty handed, the Prince reached the other side and the 100 knights could return to the kingdom. If the bird held the edelweiss, the prince had been refused by the centaurs and was in trouble. Reluctantly Prince Robert agreed. To the centaurs, he only told them that he could send a message through the bluebird.

After a half-day's ride, the prince and his centaur escort came to the camp of their chieftain. The large tents and huts were primitive but surprisingly quaint. Most of the centaurs were large and obviously male, but there were a few female centaurs, all as equally nude as their male counterparts, and equally well proportioned, with large breasts on their powerful but feminine torsos. The largest of the huts obviously held the chieftain and Prince Robin was escorted right inside with little ceremony. The guards exited and he found himself standing before the largest and most powerful looking centaur he had ever seen.

The horse body of the centaur was easily 6 feet high and powerfully muscled, covered by a shimmering coat of purest white. Around his ankles, thick tufts of snow-white hair covered large hooves. The human body was no less imposing, rising up from the front of the horse body. The heavily muscled, male torso appeared mostly hairless except for a line of white coat beginning at the navel and spreading out as the rippling human abdominals merged with the broad chest of the horse. On closer inspection, the powerful muscles of the man were covered with a dusting of blonde, almost white hair in the same places most human males are so covered. The chieftain's face was handsome and strong, with a long blonde beard and flowing, pale blonde hair that fell in shimmering waves down his back and across the horse's withers.

"So," the centaur chieftain said in a deep, resonant voice. "You wish to cross our lands for to save a tormented princess. You who are so pretty and small, would rescue her alone, across the vast lands between this land and the castle of the sorcerer?"

"Were I you, I would not so underestimate my skills and cunning," Prince Robin bristled in his soft, melodic voice. At that, the centaur chieftain laughed.

"Cunning and skill? Mighty boasts for one built so puny and soft. You could not best me at any martial skill and would better grace the furs of my bed than a battle with even a puny sorcerer."

The prince, angry at the laughing tone of the centaur chieftain could not help but be taken aback by the insinuation that the chieftain would like to bed him. Uncomfortable and certain that the chieftain would not let him pass, the prince argued with the chieftain until the hints became blatant suggestions.

"I have no more patience for this discussion and I am beginning to feel a powerful need that must be satisfied. Unless you will satisfy me, I must go find a willing mare."

"You would prefer me, a human male, to the beautiful mares of your own race," the prince asked.

"They are large and strong, but you are small and pretty, even for a male. To mount them and take my pleasure, I must fight them for dominance, even as the chieftain. You would be an interesting change."

"But how would I be able to take you? You are obviously large and powerful and, as you said, I am not."

"We have ways," the centaur chieftain explained. "In the days of conquest, we would often take humans but, to prevent severe injury, we would coat ourselves with a salve that allowed us to easily, and without serious pain or injury, enter a human and take our pleasure. Are you curious?"

"I might be, for a price."

"Let me guess," the centaur chieftain chuckled. "I allow you to cross our lands unimpeded and you submit to me for a night? Who is to say I will not simply take my pleasure and be done with you."

"Because," the prince explained more confidently than he felt. "You know that to harm a prince of the blood would bring war to both our peoples. Though you do not fear that war, you know many on both sides will die. I am offering a compromise."

The centaur chieftain thought about the offer and then readily agreed. For one night with the prince, the chieftain would allow him passage across the land and even provide an escort. The one condition was that, if the prince wanted the ointment, he would have to dress and act as a woman and then drink the chieftain's seed. Once the two agreed, the chieftain exited his tent and proclaimed that he would need a jar of their prized salve. At that the surrounding centaurs cheered and laughed. The prince suggested that even the rumor of such an act reaching his brothers might still start an incident, so the chieftain bade his people to tell no human.

As the salve was being prepared, the prince bit his lip and actually looked at the powerful creature in front of him. Though young, the prince was not a stranger to either male or female love. On his 18th birthday, he found that he readily enjoyed all aspects of lovemaking, be it with a woman or a man. What he appreciated in the male form was abundantly present on the human half of the huge, exquisitely masculine creature and the prince imagined that the experience might not be an unpleasant one.

The centaur chieftain went to a chest in his large tent and removed a gown, ribbon, and a small leather case that he said was left in his tent by the last human he bedded. He presented the items to the prince and left the prince to prepare. The prince, surprised by the fine garments, took a moment to appreciate them as he undressed. The fine dress was pink and white with more frills and lace than was currently in fashion but still lovely to look at. The ribbons, a match in color to the pink of the dress, were of exquisite silk. Not surprisingly, a pair of frilly pink, silk panties, soft, sheer white stockings, and a matching corset were carefully bundled with the dress. There were shoes as well but they were slightly too small for his feet.

With a resigned sigh, the prince began to dress, uncomfortable with the situation but determined to do whatever it took to rescue the young princess. As he dressed, he realized that he would either need to ask for help with the corset or simply not wear it. He decided to see how he looked in the dress first and realized that the corset would be pointless on his slender, chiseled frame. Though the dress was obviously made for a slightly shorter, curvier woman, he managed to make it fit everywhere but the bust, which he could do nothing about. Taking his long hair out of the tail at the nape of his neck, he braided one of the pink ribbons into his hair and then wound the braid up into a bun with the other, a hairstyle he had seen on a few women.

In examining the leather case, he found a mirror, an assortment of powders, and a few colored sticks which must be some form of makeup. He wasn't quite sure how to wear it but he had seen women paint their faces so he used the darker pinks to shade his eyes and the lighter to shade his cheeks. There was also a waxy pink stick that he used to shade his naturally lush lips. When he was done, he was surprised at how pretty he looked and felt strangely sexy looking at himself and seeing an attractive, if particularly flat-chested woman.

Standing there, in ruffled panties, a beautiful silk and lace dress, his hair up in ribbons, and wearing makeup, he was shocked to realize that his cock was growing hard. Before he could confront his unusual feelings, however; the centaur chieftain walked back into the tent and froze. Standing nervously in the chieftain's tent was what appeared to be a gorgeous, slender woman, trembling anxiously in anticipation. The chieftain was actually shocked to see how much the prince resembled the woman who previously owned that dress, and the only other human to willingly submit to his desires.

At first, overcome with lust, the centaur tried to grab for him clumsily, but the prince quieted him with a deep kiss and a soft touch before kneeling beneath the powerful, trembling equine body. A pair of huge, white testicles, easily each the size of a gryphon's egg, hung heavily between the chieftain's rear legs. A large, flared head protruded a few inches from in front of the testicles and the prince tentatively reached up to touch the huge orbs.

The heavy, hot testicles were covered by a light silky white coat and, immediately, the prince began stroking them. Becoming bold, he rubbed his face on them, reveling in their heady musk, and heard a moan from the chieftain as the shaft of the massive equine phallus slowly extended from the chieftain's body. Surprisingly, the prince found his own cock growing stiff and tenting the frilled pink panties he wore under his dress.

The chieftain was equipped with a large, black member that was easily a foot long and draped solidly over the top of the prince's head. The strong scent of musk surrounded him and he was shocked to realize his mouth was watering and his cock was achingly rigid. Reaching up, Robin pressed his full, lush lips on the throbbing flesh before him and watched it grow even larger. Slowly, he kissed, licked, and stroked until a massive, two feet of rigid black flesh arched from beneath the centaur's body.

The soft touch of the prince was something completely new for the chieftain and he found that he thoroughly enjoyed it. Unlike the brutal sex of his race, this soft, gentle touch was both exciting and calming. As the Prince's wet tongue flicked the leaking head of the massive member, the chieftain moaned and stamped his foreleg.

The prince, tasting the leaking fluid, was surprised at the taste and realized that drinking more of it might not be so bad. Far from what he expected, the fluid was salty but sweet and musky, like a savory salt-water taffy. It was both similar and drastically different from the other young man he had been with and he found himself enjoying the experience.

Standing, the prince began to disrobe slowly, careful to protect the borrowed garments as he them. Eventually, he stood before the centaur chieftain, clad only in the ruffled, silken panties and the creature's eyes widened at the sight. While slender of build and completely hairless, the prince appeared very effeminate and graceful, with lithe, lean limbs and smooth, pale skin. With his long, brown hair braided up in ribbons and his naturally pretty face made up artfully, he could almost pass for a woman... almost. What made the chieftain's eyes widen was the large, erect phallus that tented the silken, pink panties at the prince's waist. While nothing for a centaur, the prince's equipment looked huge, especially on one built as he. Smiling, the prince turned around and slowly bent, sliding the panties down to display possibly the most enticing rump the centaur had ever seen.