Cinderella: An Erotic Fairy Tale Ch. 02

It was her turn for a surprise, now. She reached up to fondle Eric, and swiftly discovered that its scales had now lifted slightly. The result was that she could slide her hands down its emerald skin, but not up. With some alarm, it occurred to her that the same thing would apply to a cunnie, which in her case was basically her entire body. She bottomed out just as she realized she was trapped - completely, if delightfully, impaled on the cock of a dragon.

A very aroused dragon, as it turned out. With a roar, he flapped his great wings and began to run, launching himself right off the nearest parapet. They plunged alarmingly toward the cobbles below, until the dragon recovered his balance and levelled out to swoop across the square. He let loose a burst of flame over the top of Cindy's head, and she had a glimpse of figures running from a blazing souvenir stand, before they shot back up into the sky.

Suddenly she was looking down on a fairy tale castle, all turrets and flags, far below. The dragon held her lightly in his arms, but she knew that she was locked so tightly onto the scaly cock running through her that she couldn't fall, whether he held her or not. Although there was none of the old in-and-out that she was so fond of, Erik the monster cock pulsed and throbbed with life. At the same time she was getting a head rush as the dragon twisted and looped through the air. The world whirled just like it had when, as a little girl, she would lie belly-down on her swing, wind the ropes tight and then let them spin back out. She was ecstatic and dizzy all at once, and suddenly she was coming, big time.

Not many people get to experience full-out dragon sex.

Frank went through his aerobatics high over the city, culminating in a wild charge straight up. Just when Cindy thought they must be well on their way to the moon, she felt the surge as his cum shot up the fat scaly pipe inside her. He stopped his upward rush just as he came, and she watched the silver stream of dragon semen hang magically above her. Then followed the lurch in her tummy. It wasn't just Eric in there, but also something else, a feeling in the pit of her stomach. The dragon had folded in his wings and they were falling, a wild, fornicating, flaming meteor.

She was coming still, regardless, her hands gripping his beastly biceps not from fear but for leverage. She may not be able to hump him, but she could twist on him. Her entire cunnie, from bottom to top, was milking Eric for more. Both her sets of lips were convulsively clamping on the thick green stalk around which they were wrapped.

Finally the dragon flung out his wings, going from freefall to glide at what was obviously the last possible moment. They blasted into a leafy treetop at the edge of forest and reappeared in a burst of leaves and smoking twigs.

Feeling better than he had for a long time, the dragon began to fly with his new prize toward his lair. Cindy continued to experience aftershocks, especially when they did a barrel roll. She barely registered the tight packed columns of men and horses when they shot over the army. They looked like ants, far below.

When they landed in the courtyard of the ruined castle, Frank stowed his wings and then lifted Cindy easily up off his slightly softened cock to set her on her feet. It was as though she had never been stuck. He led the still shaky girl up a staircase to the door of the inner keep.

Inside, a small passage led through to an enormous central hall. Although Cindy knew he hadn't been living here long, an impressive, if somewhat random, pile of loot sat in the middle of the room. There were scattered gold and silver coins, and jewels, but also gilt picture frames and end tables, pewter dishes, tangled cut glass chandeliers, even bits of tin foil. Dragons are fond of shiny things.

She rubbed her stiff neck and glared at him. "And what happens now? You gonna eat me?" Her bare young breasts bounced with indignation.

"Eat you? What makes you think...?"

"Your big teeth, for one thing. And all those bones in front of this place. Al says dragons are like wolves amongst the flock."

"Those happen to be soup bones – for appearances sake. I happen to like young women. And not to eat," he added hastily, as her eyes widened. He tried again. "Can I offer you some wine, Miss...?"

"Princess Cindy," she reminded him. Typical male – he had already forgotten her name. "Yes, please."

"Oh. Right." Where had he seen the stuff? He stumped over to his trove of loot.

While Frank poked through oddments of swag, looking for a bottle and some glasses, Cindy remembered the reason she was meant to be getting it on with the beast. She was a spy. It was time to act like one. She glanced around the room for clues. "We should get to know one another better. Where did you live before? And what's happened to the other girls you stole away?"

Two very good questions. The dragon was reluctant to answer either of them. His last home had been in a mountain, where he had accumulated a proper dragon's horde and a harem of over one hundred maidens. The latter, he now realized, had been folly. The place had been a noisy pandemonium of women, who, for want of servants, had to cook and clean for themselves, in addition to laying leathery dragon eggs, and hatching them and caring for all the little dragonlings.

At first, they'd been content enough with their lot, but eventually the pecking order seemed to be maintained by bickering. And his treasure began to go out far faster than he could steal it. Cartloads of provisions rolled up to the loading bays behind the mountain – silks and furnishings, venison and chocolates. The sheer bedlam of it all had caused him to slip out one night with a small fraction of his treasure, to start over.

So here he was. And then, just a week ago a band of mercenaries had come to his gate. He had told them of a mountain filled with gold and women, and let them know that if they marched swiftly, it could all be theirs. And good luck to the lot of them, he thought.

As to his new maidens, well, he had planned to keep it down, this time, but one thing leads to another, and so this Princess was the fourth. Somehow, he didn't think she would react favourably to learning that there were three scantily clad young women eating bonbons in the room above.

He snorted, a small puff of smoke drifting away. What did he care what she thought? Except – this was the first human who had taken Eric to the hilt (although admittedly a good foot worth had stuck out the other end of her). This was the first time he had performed the full mating ritual in at least forty years – lady dragons were definitely scarce. He found himself hoping this Princess had liked it.

"I lived at the base of a mountain, far from here. Recently I decided it was time to see the world," he said, his suave voice nearly making it sound reasonable.

Cindy was unimpressed. Her dear, departed mother had warned her of the seven-year-itch. "And the other girls?"

"They are all quite well. You will meet them soon. But I must tell you that none of them are as – delightful as you." He poured what was probably wine from a dusty bottle into two shiny mugs.

You mean, you don't think they're as good to fuck, thought Cindy. She was perfectly aware of the problems Prince Al had experienced in that department. Still, no doubt he meant it well. She accepted a mug and took a swig. It was good stuff. The dragon sipped from his own cup, but seemed disinclined to say anything more.

What else could she learn? There must be more useful information to be gotten from the beast, but how? Perhaps, she thought, glancing down at the scaly limp cock that now hung nearly to the floor, perhaps another dose of lovin' will loosen his tongue.

For Prince and country, then, she sidled over to a battered old banquet table that stood nearby. It must have been left behind by the previous residents, but in its centre stood a shiny candlestick. Setting her wine mug down, she leaned down until her chest and chin were stretched flat on the table and pretended to carefully examine the candle-less candlestick from up close and underneath. "How interesting," she lied.

From Frank's point of view, it was her ass that was interesting. He took the bait and stepped closer. She peeked back over her shoulder and wiggled her bum, but this extra signal was unnecessary – with a roar, Frank strode forward, his mighty cock now revived and leading the way.

Cindy felt its knob dock with her hungry (she had to admit that much) pussy. Her thighs were pinned against the edge of the table, and his advance slowed only slightly as she stretched to accommodate him. Then he was driving onward, right through her, and she felt his scaly cock slide along over her tongue until his dragon hips were pressed tight to her bum. She had a glimpse of the candlestick toppling - his cockhead must have hit it square on.

To her pleasant surprise, this time she wasn't locked in place by cock-scales. Evidently it was something that could be controlled by the Dragon, because now he was pumping Eric in and out of her. It wasn't flying, but it was just as good.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the dragon's new harem listened to his lustful bellows, and his apparent victim's muffled squeals, coming from below. His first two catches, a shop girl and a tavern barmaid, were both sitting on piles of cushions, wearing only the night-dresses they had been taken in, and mumbling together, "I will wait here until my master returns". The effectiveness of the dragon's voice always wore off after a few weeks, but these two were still in his power. Trixie, however, didn't provide a lot of foothold for mind control. While it is unfair to suggest that blonds are dumb, this particular one had taken the fall for three or four of her sisters.

She found herself drawn to the noisy action, and shivering in her scanty slip, she started down the stone staircase. Just as she had accepted Prince Al (up to a point), she was equally unfazed by the sight of a young woman and the over-sized Dragon going at it. She came right up along side and sat on the edge of the table, the better to observe the unusual action. At that range, she recognized Cindy (despite the odd angle), and gave her a cheerful good afternoon, as though she was meeting her in a hallway, back in the palace. Cindy, who was coming like gangbusters, still managed to acknowledge her friend with a wave, which was meant to convey, 'Hey – how's it going with you?'

Outside, at the edge of the open field in front of the old castle, the vanguard of the army stopped up short and stared at all the bones. Prince Al swept out his arms to call a halt, thereby making it his idea. He glared at the lowered drawbridge and the open gate. The arrogant bastard, he thought, as he stepped forward. His two cousins the Dukes, followed gloomily in his wake. They thought only of the mass of bones that doubtlessly added up to thirty assault knights and several maidens. Still, this was an age when leaders, by definition, went ahead of their men, so they went forward with their Prince.

The three found themselves in an abandoned courtyard. All of them knew the place well, having explored it as children. They crossed the open yard to their right, went through another gate, and then up an exposed flight of steep stairs to an equally vulnerable platform in front of the door of the keep. The place was designed to be defended by a few men against an army, but there was only the one dragon, who rather significantly couldn't be bothered even to close his doors.

It was Trixie who heard the clatter of their armour as they tried to sneak inside. "Knights coming," she hissed.

Oddly enough, Cindy understood this cryptic warning. With remarkable presence of mind, she lifted her legs up to the horizontal, on either side of the dragon's hips. Where previously his thrusts had pinned her against the edge of the table, she now slid on her belly across the dusty top. She caught hold of the far edge, and with his backstroke the dragon unplugged himself completely. He snarled, but Cindy skittered dexterously over the table, and when Prince Al and his two companions burst into the hall, she was already wrapped in a length of gold brocade curtain.

The men stopped short, swords held ready, and there was a momentarily silent tableau of frozen knights confronting wild-eyed dragon, who seemed to be caught in the act of menacing scantily clad maidens with his rampant cock.

Cindy knew that while she and Trixie had not been in fear of their lives, her Prince was. Frank looked pissed. His nostrils twitched, and there was a very faint pop sound inside his head, like a pilot light coming on somewhere. "I wish," she started.

Immediately there was a crackling blue light between dragon and knights, and both parties were surprised to see that it was not fire. The blue light shimmered and congealed until it resolved itself into a short dumpy woman in a sparkly dress.

"Shirley," said Cindy and Trixie and the prince and his cousins, all at once. They gave one another odd looks. The girls had been unaware they were sharing a Fairy Godmother. And while the Prince had been told about such a magical being, he never dreamt that Cindy was talking about this Shirley, the rowdy but seemingly ordinary old girl whom he and his cousins knew well, owing to the long hours they'd misspent together down at the Boar's Little Head.

It was roughly at this point that the guys finally realized that the maidens were none other than an uneaten Trixie and, even more confusingly, Cindy, who had only just seen them off from the castle gate.

"About time somebody made a wish," said Shirley to the girls. "I was about to give up on you both." Her rumpled look and sated smugness suggested she didn't actually regret having been uninterrupted during her day at the Boar, but now she was all business.

Still ignoring the befuddled males, she addressed Cindy first. "You should know better than to get yourself caught by Frank," she said. Then, to Trixie, "And you! It's only been a few days since I checked in on you. I suppose you know you're already pregnant?" The girl gave her a blank look. "Knocked up," she clarified. "In the family way – or whatever it is when you're gonna lay an egg."

Trixie's face fell and, still looking baffled, she snuffled a little.

Shirley felt badly for scolding her. After all, the Fairy Godmother trade depended on clueless innocents. "There, there, Ducks. It will all turn out fine." By then, the armed men and their monstrous foe were beginning to glare at one another and puff themselves up. "You boys can just knock that crap off," she snarled.

They obeyed instantly.

Looking around, Shirley sized up the entire truculent crowd. "Right. Al! Yes, you. Your beloved is over there. I suggest you sweep her into your arms. You two!" – this to the Dukes – "There' s brace of bodacious maidens upstairs, looking to be rescued. Move it!" the Dukes hustled thankfully out of the hall. "Trixie." She pondered for a moment. "How do you feel about being a dragon?"

"Well, the thing with the Bishop doesn't seem to have much of a future ... and I sure liked the flying ..." Then the enormity of her Fairy Godmother's question sank in. "Ewww, gross! I'd be all scaly, and stuff."

Shirley just shook her head and unsheathed a small stick from her belt. "I don't suppose anybody has ever seen a lady dragon in these parts," she said, as though it was somehow their fault. As she spoke she snapped her wand at Trixie, who was immediately obscured by a flash and then smoke.

As the haze slowly drifted away everyone stared at a transformed Trixie. "What?" the girl asked.

What, indeed. She had grown, so much so that her shift was now nothing but a few tattered shreds that hid nothing. She was as beautiful as ever, but now stood easily nine feet tall. She had become an Amazon. That part was rather minor, however. What drew the eye were her wings – huge, gossamer-thin bat like wings, the colour of her rosy nipples. Looking at them, you might almost miss her long, and slightly obscene looking, fleshy-pink tail, which would no doubt give her stability in flight.

Frank missed none of it. His cock strained back to full staff. He had long since lost hope of finding a real mate; and now, here she was.

"Why did everyone shrink?" Trixie was alarmed by the odd reactions of her friends. Cindy and the Prince were gaping, Shirley was grinning, and then there was Frank, who was literally drooling. All of them seemed unaware of their diminished statures.

It was Frank who took the matter in hand. In two steps, he caught the new love of his life by the hips and hoisted her up over his great green wang. Trixie had just enough time to gasp, "Oh my ..." and then, "GOD!" as she was impaled to the hilt. "Cindy! Oh! He's in me!"

And none of him is sticking back out, either, thought Cindy. And she still hasn't noticed her wings.

She soon would, though. The dragon had folded his own wings around Trixie and was bounding straight for the doorway. The blond gasped out another "Oh, my!" and added a polite cough that launched a smallish fireball back over the beast's shoulder. "OH! Was that me?"

Cindy followed them at a safe distance, with her Prince and Shirley close behind her. By the time she reached the landing, the dragon couple were gaining altitude rapidly. Both sets of wings were beating the air for traction as, locked together, the lovers spun skywards. Cindy watched, just a tiny bit wistful, until the pink and green shape disappeared into the clouds. The Prince, too, continued to gaze up at the empty sky, a puzzled look on his handsome face. Shirley spoke to their backs. "I don't think you'll loose any more virgins, Al. I gotta go now. Watching this dragon courting thingamy always makes me too hot. See you all at the weddings."

Cindy caught the plural, and turned to see her smiling Fairy Godmother wink, just before she vanished. Sure, she thought. A double wedding. Why not?

"Al, honey – do we have time to play a little before we go?"

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Author's disclaimer: All actors in this story are consenting adults; most are human. All are above the age of majority in your community, and all are of drinking age. Those who require it have flying certification. In some jurisdictions, certain of the acts depicted (including reptilian love and thaumaturgy) may be taken as having been simulated. No reptiles were hurt in the production of this story.

Again, the author advises that you do NOT read this story aloud to your children at bedtime – unless they are adults, which conjures images the author prefers not to contemplate further.