The Princess Brooch

Accompanied by no less than six dozen guards, performers, musicians and nobles, in walked Lord Prowler. Standing at over six feet in height, draped in fine silks and covered in many jewels, Max's first impression was, Damn, he's a tall bastard. Prowler was lean, but Max could make out a well muscled body hiding beneath his cloak. All the girls in the court looked like they might faint, Max looked like he might throw up.

"Oh great king, I return to you victorious from war!" Prowler declared in a deep voice. There was much fanfare and cheering. Oh Lord, don't tell me he's going to launch into a speech. "Allow me to regal you with the tales of my battles." The King smiled and motioned for him to go on. Oh God damn it, here we go you long winded bastard.

Prowler immediately launched into an obviously prepared and memorized account of his travels in war but for all Max paid attention, he might have been reading the phone book. Minutes began to seem like hours, and Max's mind drifted out into space and started to wonder what Jessica was doing right now. Probably still puking her guts out, which might be only slightly less sucky than this. Max couldn't help but snicker at this thought but nobody seemed to notice.

On and on Prowler went. Max started to tap his fingers on his throne to a beat. After he got bored with that, and saw that Prowler wasn't anywhere near running out of steam, Max started playing with his hair. While the rest of the kingdom was hanging on his every word, Max started to fall asleep, only to be startled awake again when Prowler finished and everybody started clapping. If somebody yells 'encore', I'm going to have them executed in the morning.

However after the cheering stopped, Prowler fixed Max with a hungry look and suddenly Max remembered why he was worried earlier. Crap, we're getting to the meat of the matter now.

Prowler waited until the uproar died down before addressing the king again. "And now my liege, it has come time to claim my bride."

More like your prize, you asshole. Max fixed him a glare with all the hate he could muster but Prowler didn't ever blink.

"But I am weary from all my travels and this retelling of my great victories has sapped what little stamina I have left. I ask to depart now to rest, but I also ask that the princess accompany me for a little while, as I have things I wish to discuss with her."

The king smiled again and said, "A not unreasonable request. Maxine, go with your future husband. See that his needs are tended to."

Max at first felt like tell the king to 'go fuck himself' but decided against it. He got up and walked down to Prowler, bowing, and let Prowler take his arm.

This way, my princess. We have much to discuss," Prowler said with that hungry look in his eye again. You got that right buddy boy.

Max allowed Prowler to guide him through the castle. Prowler kept a soft but firm grip on Max's arm. They walked in no great hurry, strolling down the long corridors like two people who were just out for a walk at the park. But Max had no illusions about what was coming at the end of this walk.

Max firmly resolved to put his foot down on the matter the instant they stepped through the door. I'll listen to whatever this prick has to say but as soon as he tries to put the moves on me, I'm outta there.

To Max's surprise, he soon found himself standing outside of the door to his own room. Holding the door open, Prowler swung the door open and gave an over exaggerated bow saying, "Ladies first, your royal highness."

Jackass, Max thought.

As soon as Max was in he turned around to face Prowler head on. But as soon as Prowler closed the door, a wicked smile crossed his face that left Max with absolutely no doubt as to what he had on his mind.

"Ok lets get something straight buster.." Max started but that was as far as he got. Prowler closed the distance between them and slapped Max so hard his ears were ringing. Max fell to the ground hard. His face burned and tears welled up in both eyes. He looked up to find Prowler leering over him.

"So sorry my dear, but I think it's you who need to get something straight." Prowler said, staring down at Max. "I am well aware of your bitchy attitude towards everyone when you don't get your way, but I warn you now my wife to be, you will obey every order I give without complaint or things are going to get very difficult for you."

Max felt tears leaking out of his eyes and started to stand up. "Just who the hell do you think..." But again he was cut off as Prowler slapped him again, this time Max saw stars swimming past his eyes. Max hit the ground again, landing flat on his ass. He held his burning cheeks and stared up at Prowler, blubbering like a child.

This man is a monster. How could anyone be this cruel to someone? Prowler stood over Max with his arms folded in front of him. "I'm sorry dear, did you say something just now?" Max looked up into his cruel stare and shook his head. Tears fell to the ground with each shake.

"Good darling. You're learning faster than I could have hoped. Now let's test how well you take orders." Prowler unfolded his arms and started to take his shirt off, revealing his well muscled body. As he started to undo his pants, Max whimpered.

Oh my God, this is it. I'm really going to... But Max found he couldn't even bring himself to finish that thought. Not if he wanted to keep his lunch down anyways. And he definitely didn't want to think what Prowler would do if Max threw up all over him. Nothing nice at any rate.

Prowler dropped his pants and Max goggled at what he saw. Holy shit this guy is hung like a fucking horse! Oh sweet Jesus, why me?

Taking his impressive member in one hand, Prowler beckoned Max over with the other. "Come here my sweet, I've got something for you to play with." Max gulped but when Prowler growled "Now." at him, he crawled over. Prowler chuckled at the sight of Max crawling over on his hands and knees.

"I think you know what to do with this." He stroked his already stiff member and pointed at it to emphasize his point. Max opened his mouth but hesitated. Am I really going to go through with this? The thought crossed his mind with a dozen ideas on how to escape. But Prowler, sensing weakness, grabbed the back of Max's golden locks and pulled hard. "Today, bitch."

With that, Max swallowed his pride, privately hoped that was all he would be swallowing, and stuck Prowler's dick in his mouth. He let it go all the way till he met resistance. This is as far as I go, he thought definitely, but Prowler, who had other ideas, shoved Max's head down on his cock hard.

Max swallowed the large member, feeling it slide down the back of his throat, and started gagging immediately. Prowler's member filled his mouth almost entirely and Max found that breathing had become a luxury of the past. Max gagged for several more seconds and just before his vision started to blur he felt Prowler let go of his head. Max spit on Prowler's dicks and gasped for air but he only had a few seconds reprieve before Prowler locked his hand in Max's hair again.

"For god's sake, suck on the thing woman! Make it good for me or else I'll make it bad for you." Max opened his mouth again and this time sucked on Prowler's dick a little. "Ohhh, yea. That's better." As much as Max hated himself for even considering it, he found himself thinking, Ok the sooner I make this jackass cum the sooner I can stop sucking on his dick, time to start employing every trick that Jessica ever did to me.

Max sucked like a vacuum cleaner and started twirling his tongue around on Prowler's dicks. He slid his one hand up and down the remainder of his shaft and played with his ball with his other hand. It's just a meaty popsicle, Max thought to himself over and over and Prowler groaned with pleasure. "Holy God, woman! I knew you had it in you!" Prowler gasped after a minute. Max kept bobbing his head and sucking when suddenly Prowler pulled Max off his dick.

"Now, that was a nice warm up. But I think it's time to get started on the main event."

Max felt like he might puke again and tears fell from his eyes. Prowler stepped back and smiled, clearly enjoying Max's misery as much as he would the sex to come.

"Take off your dress, sweetheart. And hurry up, it's been two years since I enjoyed a woman."

Max stood and tried to pull the dress over his head but the damn thing was just too thick. Eventually he got it half way over when Prowler got impatient, reached over and yanked the whole thing off roughly, causing Max to topple over naked. As Max started to stand up Prowler grabbed him by the arm and pushed him over the bed. "Stick you ass in the air for me. I want to start there first."

"First!?" Max cried indignantly.

"Oh yes, first. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be a virgin in any hole."

Max started to cry outright but did as he was told, turned over and stuck his butt in the air for Prowler. This is it, Max thought with bitter resignation.

He first felt Prowler's hand on either side of his large hips and started to tense up. But the Prowler gave his bubble butt a sharp slap making Max gasp before he shoved his whole cock right up Max's ass. "Ahhhhhhh! Please go slow!" Max cried out in pain and surprise as Prowler started pounding on his butt. Prowler, however, only sped up faster. Waves of pain streaked in Max's ass but soon he became more worried about the heat he felt building up in his groin. Oh god, oh shit, oh this is starting to make me feel good, Oh NO!

Suddenly Prowler reached over, grabbed one of Max's tits and squeezed it, sending electric-like shocks toward the heat building in his groin. Max began to gasp audibly and moan in time with his rhythm. Then Prowler took his other hand and started playing with Max's clit, which drove Max wild.

"Aahhh! Oh god! No! Please! Ahhh! Oh My God! Oh Shit!" Max started screaming and moaning. Prowler leaned forward and whispered in Max's ear, "Oh but you know you love it, you princess whore."

"Ah, ah, ah n-n-no I don't..." Max started to say but was cut off as Prowler picked up the speed to a feverish pace. Suddenly Max became aware of an empty feeling in between his legs, and he knew exactly what he needed to fill it as the heat built up in his loins.

"Oh god fuck, yes I love it!" Max heard himself shout but he didn't care any more, he was lost in the feelings of his first fucking as a woman. And he was loving it more and more.

"Do you want to fuck your cunt, my little princess slut?"

Max tilted his head back and moaned, "Yes... Fuck me hard, you bastard."

"Whatever your royal highness commands." And when Max felt Prowler pull out of his ass and, for a brief instance, Max felt that this was all wrong in so many ways and that he had to get out of there. But then Prowler pushed into his vagina and all Max knew, his whole world, became centered on the feeling emanating from between his legs.

Max gasped in pure ecstasy as the emptiness inside of him was filled up and moaned in time with Prowler's thrust as he was lost in a new world of sensations.

"Oh God! Oh, please! Fuck me harder! Oh God, Oh Yes, Oh, Oh, OHHHH!!!"

Prowler thrust in and out, pumping Max's vagina and sending waves of bliss through his body. It was more exciting and pleasurable than anything he had ever experienced while being a man. Some small part of his mind rebelled against the feelings coursing through his body but it was drowned out by the larger part of his mind which screamed, Oh God Yes!!!

The heat built in him to levels that he never knew he could reach and just when he could take it no more, it exploded inside of him, sending electric waves of pleasure to every inch of his body. Max tilted his head back and screamed, "OH MY GOD!! AHHHHHHHHHH!" The orgasm rocked his whole body and caused him to buck wildly for a few seconds. Max gave up any thoughts of fighting the new feelings and just gave in to them, screaming, "YES, YES, YES, OH GOD YES!!"

His body locked and Prowler suddenly shouted something as well and Max felt his swell up inside of him, only adding to the waves of pleasure washing over him like ocean waves upon a beach. Max felt something hot expelled into his pussy but he didn't care anymore. He was lost in a sea of pure pleasure.

Max collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted and covered in sweat. He felt Prowler fall beside him. For a few seconds the pair lay gasping on the bed, each lost in his own thoughts. Then Max felt Prowler gently wrap his arms around his stomach and pull him in close. He nuzzled close to his head and whispered to Max, "See I'm not such a bad guy after all, if you play by the rules." Max, still lost in his new world of womanly sensations whispered back the first thing that came to his mind, "You can do that to me forever if you want, my lord."

Soft laughter entered Max's ears and as he began to drift off into unconsciousness he heard Prowler reply, "As you command, your royal highness."

Max drifted into a world of bliss. He felt weightless, his mind seemed hazy and unfocused and after a while he fell into a dreamless sleep. Max didn't know how long he'd been asleep but after a while he became aware that he was uncomfortable. His body felt stiff and whatever he was laying on was rock hard.

Ugh, did I fall out of the bed? He moved out his hand and felt tile beneath his fingers. What the... Max opened his eyes and found he was laying on his side next to his toilet. Confusion initially ran through his head. How the heck did I get here?

But suddenly he realized where he was, in his apartment bathroom, back in the 21th century. Holy shit, I'm home! Max sat up with a start, and immediately started examining his body. He had on his t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair was short and brown and covered his entire body, his boobs and large ass were gone and his dick was definitely between his legs again.

Max jumped up and looked in the mirror, just to make sure his face was alright too. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his reflection. Everything's back to normal, thank god. He started to feel better, but when he thought about what happened his heart jumped to his throat. He looked around for the brooch but couldn't see it anywhere. He went into his living room and saw it sitting in the open box.

Oh man I must have overdid it in the gym and passed out or something. Yea that's got to be it. Max was just on the cusp of writing the whole thing off as a bad dream when he sat down. His butt throbbed painfully and he jumped up again. That's when Max became painfully aware that his whole ass really hurt. Oh my god. It did happen. I got fucked. And I...I...

Max ran to his bathroom and really did throw up this time. As soon as he was finished, he cleaned himself up. All the while his mind was racing. Oh god. Oh shit that happened. Oh my god I may never have sex again! What the fuck! Then, as Max washed his face, a new angry thought shot through his mind. That old bitch at the store! She did this! I'm going to kill that old crow!

Max stormed out of his bathroom and threw on a pair of old jeans. He slammed the lid of the box down and scooped it up. Then he ran down stairs, hopped in his car and raced off to the magic store. Max put speeding records to shame and reached the shop in just ten minutes.

He charged up the sidewalk to the store front and slammed the door open. The old lady jumped when the door was flung open and nearly fell off her stool. As soon as Max stepped in she looked slightly taken aback.

"Oh it's you. What in the..." But that was as far as she got because Max flung the box right at her head. She screamed and just barely managed to get out of it's way in time, completely falling off the stool behind the counter.

"You bitch!" Max shouted.

The old lady timidly stuck her head out from behind the counter. "What the fuck is your problem, you psycho?!"

"Like you don't know! How could you do that to me?"

The old lady at first had a mixture of confusion and rage on her face but suddenly comprehension dawned. "Oh my god. You? You picked up the brooch? Why in god's name did you do that? Why didn't the girl pick it up first?"

"She got sick and left it in my car! I just wanted to see if it was fake. And that... that was... that was meant for her?" Max felt his hate draining out of him, replaced by confusion.

The old lady stood up and looked rather indignant. "Well of course it was meant for her. I wanted to teach her a lesson!"

"Wait, what?" Max felt really confused and angry.

The old lady's smile came back. "I told you I can spot her type a mile away. Those spoiled bitches who get their way by throwing a fit every time they want something or something doesn't go their way. It makes me sick. They think they're all princesses." A look of pride crossed her face now. "So I teach them a lesson about how princesses were really treated. Back in the day, all they were good for was baby making and looking pretty. So I cooked up a spell to make them experience that." She gave Max her piercing look. "But you went and fucked it up by touching it first huh? Well, I'm sorry you had to go though that."

Max was in shock. Holy crap, she really is a witch! The old lady smiled. "Of course I'm a witch. Duh." Max jumped. "You can read my mind? I fucking knew it!"

"Yup. Well sonny, look, I'll do you a favor. Since you went through all that, I'll give you back your money and you can keep the brooch. You can decide for yourself now if you want to punish your girlfriend." She smiled and handed Max three hundred dollars. Then she gave him the most piercing gazes he had received yet. "But if you tell anybody about what I really am, I'll trap you with Prowler for the rest of your life. Got it?"

Max felt fear travel to his very core. He could only nod. He grabbed his money and ran out of the door. He heard her cackling all the way to his car. Once in he put as much distance between himself and the old witch as he could. After a while he pulled off into a mall parking lot. He tried to put his mind in order about everything that happened, the brooch, the old lady, what happened to him, but it all was just too much to take. It made his head hurt.

Maybe Jessica can help. Max dialed her number and she picked up after the third ring.

"What do you want Max? I'm super sick and don't have time for your bullshit right now!"

Max felt all the confusion and insanity of what happened today fall away, replaced by a cold hard rage at the bitch who used and abused him.

"I'm sorry baby, but I just wanted to let you know you left the brooch you got today in my car, and I was hoping to bring it over. I really wanted to see how it looks on you."

The End