0 comments/ 11466 views/ 13 favorites Fucky Tales Pt. 01 By: Zev95 "Tony, something's glowing," Pepper said. "I worry when things glow." Tony made a 'pshaw' noise like it was his ringtone. There wasn't much that could get him to pay extended attention to a monitor—except caffeine, and that was a factor too—but right now, he was engrossed in the scans he was getting. "Relax, Pep. Just a tiny little Infinity Stone." "Infinity Stone." Pepper stared at the glowing object that had become the centerpiece of Tony's lab, muffled as it was by transparent shielding and diagnostic equipment. "Like the Tesseract. Or Loki's Scepter." "Or the Aether," Tony said. "Thor found that one." "So, one of the things that glows and helps bad guys try to destroy the world, then." "That," Tony snapped his fingers, "is actually exactly what we're all about today. I'm gonna need that ham sandwich." Pepper looked to Tony's left, seeing a sandwich planted out of his reach. With a long-suffering sigh she went to him, licked the sandwich, then pushed it into his range. Without looking, he scooped it up and took a bite. Then talked with his mouth full. "This is a new one, got it from Ant-Man—" Tony paused to give a little shake. "Ant-Man. So random." "Very random, Tony," Pepper agreed. "I don't know what it does, but I think I can deactivate it." "How?" "You know—protons, electrons... spinning things, bright lights, the usual. And if I can render it inert, then I can do the same for the rest of them, and we can stop worrying about Loki or any of his fuckwit friends stealing them from SHIELD or Asgard or whoever, starting a big to-do, all that nonsense. I'm being proactive." "So you don't know what it does and you're going to try to turn it off?" "Yeah." Tony finished his sandwich. "Relax. I've already double-checked my work, which is twice as much checking as it needs." "Uh-huh." Pepper was backing away. "I suppose you've consulted with Bruce about this? Or Jane? Selvig? Anyone?" "Okay, Bruce? I love him, but he turns into the Jolly Green Giant when he spills coffee on himself. Jane got an ancient artifact lodged in her rib cage and nearly destroyed the world. Selvig, also, helped nearly destroy the world. I, on the other hand, have built a couple dozen superhero suits—Selvig has none—I own a Fortune 500 company, I've reenacted Wild Things with Denise Richards and Neve Campbell, and when I bid on something on eBay, they just give it to me. If anyone should have the final say on doomsday weapons, it should be me." "Uh-huh," Pepper repeated. "I need to go to the grocery store. If I take my nana's ashes with me, it's not because I don't trust you—" "Hey, fine by me, I told you you should put that stuff in a security deposit box if it means so much to you." "She was my nan." "And she'll still be your nan in a vault with six inch walls." The door slammed shut behind Pepper. Finishing his sandwich, Tony fired up the machine. Was he sure about it? Sure he was sure. Talking with Pepper had convinced him that the risks were far worth the reward: being able to throw this in Pepper's face whenever, wherever. And after all... "What's the worst that could happen?" *** One mystical explosion later... "Shit," Tony said, sitting up, "maybe I should triple-check my work." When it involves cosmic forces beyond all mortal understanding, yes, came a persistent voice in his head, which sounded unduly like Pepper. He looked around. Looked like he was in the middle of an episode of Cosmos, standing on apparently nothing, with stars and nebula surrounding him at a millionth of their real size. There was a sun on his right the size of a basketball, planets orbiting it as big as marbles. Then Tony heard something growling. He turned around, ready to eye some alien dictator, and instead saw a very ordinary—which is to say, very big—African lion. The fact that it was just a fucking lion—not even six legs or anything—actually scared him a bit more than it being a huge man-eating carnivore with no other apparent source of nourishment around, this being the starlanes of the Milky Way Galaxy and not the savannah or anything. "It's alright, Mufasa," came a soft, bell-clear voice. "He's a friend." Tony turned again, this time to the source of the voice. "I'd... yes. I'd really like to be your friend." The woman who'd spoken was beautiful, her skin fair except for her rosy cheeks, most of it exposed by her glistening blue dress, all of which was transparent to one degree or another. Wavy blonde hair ran to her shoulders, held by a blue hairband, framing her Jean Harlow face as her slender body was framed by the large, clear wings on her back. Offhandedly, Tony recalled that his dad had fucked Jean Harlow. Christ, he had issues. "Tony Stark," she said, her voice so honeyed it was on the verge of simpering, but she stayed just behind the line. "You've done something very bad." "Yeah?" Tony gave her a panty-dropper grin. "You gonna punish me?" The lion roared, earning him a sharp look from the lady. "Please, Mufasa. If you're not going to be polite to our guest—it'd be best if you left, really." With a distressed sound that only a cat could make—it seemed to contain a note of disgust at its owner's intelligence— Mufasa prowled away through the heavens. "This is serious, Tony. Unknowingly—very unknowingly," she chided, "you've put both our worlds into risk." "What world? Where am I? Was that a lion just now?" "Mufasa," she stressed. "He's a real pal, once you get to know him." "Who are you?" "I'm the Blue Fairy. And this is the Disney Kingdom." Tony blinked. "Really. Where's EPCOT?" "Just listen, Tony." Blue held her hands up. A star appeared between them. Not just any star—it was a stylized, five-pointed representation of a star, golden, and far brighter than anything else in the cosmos that surrounded them. Tony couldn't actually look at it, but he recognized the general shape from the Infinity Stone Ant-Man had brought. Seriously, though, Ant-Man... "This is the Wishing Star. Normally, it would be shared with the children of your world, to fill with the second-most powerful magic there is. Laugher, love, and belief." Tony held up his hand to block out the light as he faced Blue. "What's the first most?" "We'll get to that later. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. The belief of your world's children gave our kingdom magic, while you enjoyed classic stories of mirth and merriment. You, Tony Stark, have broken the connection between our two worlds. The belief of children no longer flows freely into us. Without it, our crops will grow barren, our people will take ill, and all hope will abandon our land." "So... anime?" Blue darkened again. "Will you please take this seriously?" "I'm sorry, it's just—the Blue Fairy. Pinocchio. Kinda has some bad connotations with me." "Yes, well, I'm a fairy, and even I know better than to build a killer robot to solve my problems." "Yeah. Thanks. Pile it on." Blue pressed her hands together, shrinking the star to the size of a silver dollar. When she pulled her hands away, the lines of a necklace led to it. "Here. Wear this." She placed it around Tony's neck. Moved fast for a lady in a floor-length gown. "It will collect the magical energy necessary to reopen the connection, and allow the Enchanted Forest to flourish once more." Tony paced as she spoke, already turning the Wishing Star over in his hands. "Uh-huh." "I will teleport you to the beacons where our most powerful magic flows. Repower the Wishing Star there. When enough beacons are shining once more, then I will have enough power to send you home." "Okay." "These beacons take the form of Princesses of Heart—fair maidens with hearts of pure light, and no darkness in their soul." "Girl power, got it." "To gather power with the connection severed, you cannot use the usual means. Instead, you must use the darkest, and most powerful, of magicks." "Yup." "You will merge your male essence with the female principle of the Princesses of Heart. Their power is essentially passive, receiving and being filled by the magic, as the chalice, the cup, the grail. It is manifested and invoked from within themselves." "Gotcha." "As a male, you are the Will. You have no magic, but you can seek and master forces outside yourself. You can penetrate the veil with your male principle, entering and possessing the female aspect with your wand, your sword, your maleness." "Okay! Good talk! Let's get started." "You do know what that is, right?" Blue asked. "Sure. Of course. Absolutely. But why don't you say it, just so I know that you know." "Sex." Now Tony stopped. "What now?" "Intercourse," Blue clarified. "Why do you think no one ever has sex in fairy tales?" "Because... they're... for kids?" "No. In our kingdom, sex magic is so powerful that even discussing it is verboten. It is only done between man and wife, in the strictest privacy, so that there's no chance of such dangerous magic causing harm." "Right. So—basically—you want me to find a bunch of women and have sex with them?" "No, no, no. You can also unite your male essence with their third-eye chakra. This spiritual connection will siphon the necessary power into the Wishing Star, should you be unable to share your male essence inside them." "Okay, I definitely never want to hear you say the word 'essence' again. But yeah, third-eye chakra, that sounds a lot more like something Pepper would let me get away with. How do I do that?" "I will demonstrate for you as we perform a spell to send you to the first of the Princesses of Heart." Reaching to the straps of her dress, Blue pulled them off her pale shoulders, then lowered her hands as her clear sleeves and gown fell away. She was wearing nothing underneath it. Her breasts were firm but small, blue nipples set in her skin like gemstones in a piece of jewelry, while her hips were a narrow target with a triangle of pale gold hair the bullseye. She stepped out of the heap of her gown, which had fallen into something more like a puddle of water than anything crumpled, and her blue pumps carried her up to Tony. "Now Tony—do you have any idea how to generate sexual energy?" she asked. "I'm getting a few." That's when a cricket jumped on Tony's shoulder. "Now, Tony, I know you're not going to cheat on that nice Pepper lady. Surely, there has to be another way to..." Tony flicked the cricket away. She kissed him, but Tony didn't have much interest on that, not when her pussy hair had been so moist, glistening like the rest of her. He ran his hands over the outsides of her thighs, then the insides, letting her kiss him until his hands met between her legs and she gave a sharp cry of delight that took first base off the menu. Tony dropped to his knees, inhaling her strangely vanilla scene before sawing his tongue at the slickened outer lips of her cunt, tasting every flavor her sweet furrow had, listening to her shriek in ecstasy, her wings beating at the air and her hips undulating against his face. Her wings hummed so hard that she came off the ground, such as it was, and Tony caught her to hold her to his tongue as it strummed at her clit. Blue's breasts flapped up and down as her wings kept failing to pull her away from Tony's pleasuring. His hands clung tightly to her small ass, nearly eclipsing it as he dug his face eagerly into his meal, forking his tongue as deep into her moist interior as he could, tasting her juices flowing into his mouth. And as he ate her, Tony unzipped his fly and began to stroke his growing erection. "That's good!" Blue moaned. "Lots of energy! But to complete the spell, you must do more than receive, you must act in accordance with the male principle! You have to fill the cup!" "How's that?" "Fuck me!" Tony didn't have to be told twice. His goatee dripping with her copious juices, he caught Blue around the waist and pulled her down atop her own discarded dress, where he grasped her by the knees and spread them apart. Then his hard body dropped onto hers, holding himself up with one hand beside her waist while with the other he fisted his cock's thick, throbbing head to her sex. When she was moaning with its lodging against her, he planted both hands firmly on the ground and... rolled his hips, lightly running his cockhead over her labia. Blue stared up at him with naked desire, the irritation in her eyes not matching the little mewls of excitement spilling out her mouth. Her fingers curled on his broad shoulders as she braced herself to receive him. His cup, his grail... Then she looked down and her eyes grew wide. "You look like Pinocchio after telling a lie!" "Must've been a big lie," Tony shot back. Tony didn't give her much time, knifing his cock forward, giving a savage grunt of pleasure as their bodies came together. Blue gave her own wavering scream, feeling him rammed halfway up her clasping sheath. Tony moaned in satisfaction at her tightness, letting it tug at his long prick for a moment before he began working his hips, feeding himself into Blue's writhing, whimpering hunger, never managing to fully quench her thirst. She locked her ankles around the small of his back, bucking her hips to help him impale her. It spurned him on, forcing a series of animalistic grunts from him as he strained every muscle to jam himself as deeply into her as he could. Their bodies smacked together, moist and rhythmic, and Blue dug her fingers into his muscular back, always trying to pull him in deeper, always trying to keep him from winding up to thrust into her again, as if she feared the very pleasure that had her screeching so loudly. "How do you like that magic?" Tony asked, locking himself inside her every time he made another deep plunge, always escaping a moment to return again. "Oh God!" Blue panted hoarsely, the breath knocked out of her with every thrust. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!" "Only way I fuck," Tony said, going faster and harder, reducing Blue to nothing more than movements and feelings—her head tossing from side to side, her body writhing in ecstasy, her wings snapping against the ground like pounding fists. "I don't know about a fairy godmother, but you're definitely going to be a mom after this." "No! Wait! I have to show you how to access my third-eye chakra!" "Think I learned that in band camp, lady." "No! Pull out! You have to come on my face!" "That I can do!" Despite her words, Blue moaned in dismay when Tony pulled out of her satiny cunt, scrambling up onto his knees to straddle her. He grabbed hold of her breasts, brought them together around his cock, and the feel of that warm flesh burying his manhood was all it took. Blue whimpered in delight, stretching her pouting lips wide apart as jets of his cum shot out from his dick, spattering over her face and into her mouth. Only when he was finished did her tongue loll back inside her mouth, her pink lips seal, her throat gulp. She ran a hand down her cheek, running it through his cum, then down her graceful throat, between her breasts. "Your male essence has been accepted beyond my feminine veil. The male and female principles are in balance. The spell will begin." "Uh-huh," Tony agreed impatiently. "Say, are they gonna start calling you the White Fairy from here on out?" She scowled at him—an effect somewhat ruined by his seed dripping off her chin—as he faded away in a flash of magic. Fucky Tales Pt. 02 Snow White laid still, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, breath coming deep and even. She was aware—somewhat—of the outside world. Sometimes she could open her eyes a crack, though she saw little but the forest around her, the glass of her coffin reflecting back her appearance of hair black as ebony, lips red as the rose, skin white as snow. Perhaps she was just modest, but she didn't think she could be the fairest in all the land. Queen Grimhilde was quite beautiful herself, with her sternly lovely face. Snow's own face was plump, her round rosy cheeks matching the poof she wore her hair in, as well as the vibrant curves of her pouty lips and her thick black eyelashes. Fair was right, she thought. Not beautiful or exotic, but fair. Abruptly, she heard footsteps in the fallen leaves surrounding her glass coffin. Through the wilted flowers that the dwarves had festooned it with, she saw a man approaching. He appeared quite scruffy in all but his meticulously trimmed goatee—one of the Queen's huntsmen, perhaps? She didn't think so. He didn't wear armor or anything she recognized, just some kind of tight black tunic and pants made from the hide of some beast she had no familiarity with. He saw her. With a curious look on his face, he picked his way across the tributes her forest friends had left to her and stooped over the coffin, brushing the detritus off it. "Babe, don't take this the wrong way, but I think you've had too many." With a moment's looking, he found the clasp on the glass, undid it, and lifted the top of the coffin away. Snow almost shivered as she felt the coursing of the breeze over her body, but of course, she was fast asleep. "Hi there," he said, patting her hand. "I'm Tony Stark, and you must be Snow White. Still a weird name for a kid. Did your last name just happen to be White? If we're going to go all L.A. on naming you, your parents could've at least done something with the 'lips as red as blood' thing. Blood Lips. Very metal. Anyway, don't freak out on me, but I think I know just what to do." He leaned down, his eyes closed, his lips parted, and Snow felt her heart soar as he kissed her. But that was all that happened. "Uh, hello?" Tony waved his hand in front of her face. "That do anything for you? C'mon, wakey wakey." He snapped his fingers. "I need your help with something, c'mon. Okay. Okay... think, Tony, think." He looked around, hands pressed to his head, as the wind blew again and the breeze stirred her skirt up her calves. "Okay... alright... this isn't some Last Action Hero Thing where I'm actually inside the damn movie, I'm in some parallel world that inspired all this Disney stuff. It still had to go through studio notes and committees and test screenings—if anything, I'm in the director's cut. Okay, okay then." Tony pushed his hands on his cheeks now, scrunching his face up. "Yeah, that has to be it. Because in the cartoon, you're fourteen, and there's just no way you're a fourteen-year-old girl. Not unless Doc gives out boob jobs... original fairy tale, Brother Grimm stuff, what happened there?" He snapped his fingers. "Shit, where's JARVIS when I need him? Right, Walt Disney took out all the metal stuff—making the stepsisters dance in red-hot shoes, having crows pick people's eyes out—but in the original story, you... you were pregnant! You had a baby and it woke you up because when the prince found you in the original story, he didn't just kiss you, he... oh." Tony stopped his pacing. "Well, that's out of the question. I do not have nine months to wait around and I've never fucked a sleeping woman, except for that time Pepper took all that Benadryl and she gave me permission to finish. So there's gotta be—" Snow talked in her sleep. "Fuck me..." Tony started. "Was that you?" he asked, staring at Snow once more. It seemed to him she now had a tiny smile on her face. And why shouldn't she? After all, this was shaping up to be a very fun dream. "Look," Tony said, "you're hot and all for someone who isn't Ariel or anything, but I think I'm just gonna try the kissing thing again. I probably just didn't do it right." The pedestal under Snow sagged as Tony sat down beside her. With him seated on the coffin, Snow could see his cock inside his pants. It was hard and thick and whatever strange fabric held it, it seemed to be trying to point right at her face. But then it hid from sight again, Tony bending over her to press his mouth hard against hers, his fingers cupping her chin, forcing her lips to part so he could drive his tongue into her mouth. She let him, accepting his tongue as if she were a limp ragdoll. Her own passivity was arousing her. The thought that she was his to do with as he pleased kept running through her mind. He was a handsome man. She wanted him to do what he pleased. She wanted to please him. But she couldn't do a thing about it. Snow White felt him stand, her eyes barely open enough to see him casually pull down some kind of fastener on the groin of his pantaloons, releasing his cock. If Snow's eyes could, they would widen. Even accounting for the dwarves' proportions, it was quite clearly the biggest she had ever seen. "Okay then, maybe a kiss won't do the job. Not enough sexual energy or whatever. But a little head—that's not so bad. A blowjob hasn't been a big deal since Bill Clinton. If it helps any, I would totally be comfortable with a guy banging my mouth while I slept, if it was for the greater good." He moved forward—she felt him rub his cock against her cheeks. It was so warm. It seemed much hotter than the kiss. His cockhead crossed her lips; she felt its wet tip just inside her mouth. God yes, she thought. I really want to suck your cock. He read her mind. Pushed his cock forward, made her mouth stretch wide open to let it in. He thrust to the back of her throat, then pulled out smoothly, Snow passively taking the face-fucking even when all she wanted was to catch that cock in her mouth and suck hard. Tony moved slow in and out of her mouth, like he was trying to hold back. She heard his breath rasping in his throat; heavy and uneven. No sooner had she tasted a droplet of precum—delicious—then he pulled out entirely. "Lady, you've got a mouth made for sucking cock and the gag reflex of an angel. But if I cum in your mouth, I think you might drown. It would put a major damper on our relationship. How about a little foreplay instead? What woman can complain about some foreplay?" Grabbing hold of her blue bodice, he ripped it open, letting out a low whistle upon seeing her high breasts bound out. "Well. Glad the Kristen Stewart movie got that wrong. Maybe if she'd had a pair like that, I would've bought Charlize Theron being jealous of her..." He caught her breasts in his hands, digging his fingers into him, his thumbs flattening her nipples before they gave in, tensed, grew longer. Snow actually felt her breath coming fast as her nipples grew erect. They felt... awake. Full of pleasure. Tony's mouth fell on one, sucking it, biting it to add to the pressure from his kneading hands. Snow felt like she might moan, but controlled herself. Even if she could, she didn't want to. She wanted Tony to keep treating her like this. She didn't want the pure, chaste love of the storybooks. She wanted to lie there like a piece of meat, to be fucked by him or anyone else. Tony's strong hands moved all over, ripping and tearing her dress to shreds until she was naked before him. She felt his callused fingers pressing into her, her labia parting automatically, her cunt squeezing against his fingers with a wet, sucking pressure. The breath shot from Tony's mouth, striking at her breasts as he held his head inside her heaving cleavage. With a growl, he bit at her other hardened nipple, mouth sucking and pulling at the turgid peak. Finally, he ripped his mouth away. "You've got a nice wet cunt, Snow," he gasped. "And I'm pretty sure this is the only option left. If you're in there, think of England." He brutally pulled her legs apart, no longer bothering to be tender with her. After all, she was going to be fucked. There was no changing it. His big cock was going in her virgin cunt. Snow wondered if he could feel her trembling with excitement. His body still sheathed in its strange garments that rasped against her body coolly, he spread his big, hard body over her small, soft one. Her naked flesh quivered, but she didn't think he noticed. Even better, she didn't think he cared. His cold knees pressed her thighs apart; Snow felt her labia open almost of its own volition. Tony fell upon her heavily, his muscular chest flattening her breasts, his face coming down beside hers like he was embracing her. His breath rasped noisily in her ear as she felt him steer his cock into her cunt. The dream flashed with nightmare adrenaline. She screamed inside herself—too big! Too long! Too small to take him! But no pain came, just a pleasant something as she was pierced, stretched, given over to him. "Think there's a snow coming?" Tony quipped as he fucked her, too engrossed in the warming of her cunt to notice that she was gripping him with her thighs, bucking against him out of sheer instinct. Then he stopped himself, holding his cock deep inside her. "Still dreaming? I've got one last wake-up call for you..." One arm wrapped behind her back, jerking her up to the lapping tongue kisses he made across her naked chest, he dropped his hand to her ass, squeezing her bare flesh, bringing the blood rushing down to flush in her pale skin, making her nerve endings flicker to life. Then his hand abandoned her and Snow would've screamed in protest if she could, but before she even had a chance, his palm returned with a sharp, hard slap. His caresses had left her buttocks not just warm, but flammable. The fire spread from her ass to her thighs, upward as well, as his hand came down again harder. "Don't wake up yet," Tony told her. He'd wrestled her into a spread eagle over his cock, rocking inside her as he used her exposed ass as he saw fit. "Not until I'm finished..." He spanked her again, her ass bobbing up and down, her bottom a burning lake of tender, reddened skin. Every slap burnt in a little deeper, a little hotter. It turned her on more and more. Tony pulled her to his chest, the arm around her back holding her steady atop his bounding cock, his eyes shooting down over her shoulder to her jutting, wiggling asscheeks, feasting hungrily on the sight of the red aura his hand had left on her white flesh. Then, when it seemed her ass couldn't possibly hurt anymore, he pulled her cheeks open and plunged his middle finger into her asshole. A gurgle of astonishment welled in her throat, but didn't make it out. Tony rocked back and forth, slow but hard, fucking into her cunt as he finger-fucked her asshole. Tears filled Snow's eyes, the pleasure too much for her to handle after so much time lost in dreamless sleep. He fucked his middle finger deeper into her asshole, lips and tongue working all over her naked skin. "Yeah!" he panted against her pale flesh. "Yeah, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you with my hand, I'm fucking you with my cock—fucking you in the pussy, fucking you right up the ass. And pretty soon I'm gonna come. And you're gonna come with me, got it?" Another finger rammed into her ass; two of them filling her to the hilt, twisting around lewdly, pushing her right to the brink of orgasm. Snow sobbed within herself, overcome with pleasure that climbed higher and higher. "I'm not gonna stop fucking you and I'm not gonna stop fucking your ass until you come for me, so you might as well come, bitch, you might as well just fucking come." Then, fucking her cunt, fingering her ass, he felt Snow clench. "That's it. Make it nice and tight for me, you sweet bitch. Be a good girl." She'd been just about to climax. But when Snow heard him hiss good girl into her ear, it took her over the edge. Far over the edge. Her orgasm shot through her like a bolt of lightning, making her quake uncontrollably, seizure like she was trying to throw him off, if only her spasming arms hadn't wrapped around his body and held him fast. "Such a good girl," Tony muttered, as she fell limp and powerless under him, lips moving soundlessly, still and silent but for the tremors of pleasure continuing in her throbbing pussy. She felt him roll off her and, denied the possibility of still more pleasure, Snow White's eyes snapped open. "Finally, my prince has come!" "Not yet, sweetheart," Tony said. He was standing beside the coffin, one hand on his cock, long fingers moving as fast as he had inside her. It was so close that Snow could see the bluish veins that ran through it, pulsing and throbbing and growing. She watched breathlessly as his hand worked across the massive shaft, until his crotch pressed forward, his head drifted back, the cock in his hand jerking and straining to escape from his grasp. "Take it, bitch! Take it all!" Tony growled. He squeezed down on his cock, firing it, letting loose a thick stream of milky white cum straight into Snow's face. His seed hit the princess's lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her chin. Once more, she had to close her eyes, though the sound of Tony sighing in relief spoke more than sight ever could. When she felt the deluge stop, she opened her eyes again. He was standing still, his own eyes blearily shut, his cock slowly sagging, pouring out the dregs of his orgasm onto the ground. Snow looked over to the lid of her glass coffin, seeing that her reflection was much changed from the unending sameness the Evil Queen had cursed her with. Now, she was absolutely masked with cum. "Well," Tony laughed, "if they didn't call you Snow White before, they're sure as shit going to now." Snow licked her lips. It tasted wonderful. So much better than dwarf cooking. She turned to Tony with pure adoration in her eyes. "My prince! We can be married in the morning!" Tony cocked his hand to his ear, pretending not to hear as he faded away. Fucky Tales Pt. 03 "You must be the Prince!" Tony twisted around. This time, he'd landed in the yard of a palatial manor, the kind of thing he'd expect in the Hamptons, with two sisters coming out to greet him. They... were not his speed. It wasn't the weight—he didn't mind a little extra cushion for the pushing—but both of them had hair so bad, a boy haircut would actually be an improvement. "We heard you were coming," one of them said, grabbing Tony's arm. Just in case Tony tried to leverage his other to break free, the second sister grabbed that. "Using your glass slipper to find the girl who danced with you the other night. Well, you'll find I—" "I am the woman you shared such passion with!" Just like that, Tony was frog-marched inside, both women kicking off their shoes. "Go on, then! Let us try it on!" "Yes, it'll fit me, I know it will!" The only thing Tony thought should fit those feet was Dr. Scholls, and fast. He guessed he was in the middle of Cinderella; if he saw a cat around, he'd give it a kick for being an asshole. First, though, he had to scare off these two before Grandma Cersei got home. "Actually, I don't have a glass slipper," he said. "You don't?" "But we can tell from your garments—you must be royalty!" Tony shrugged. "Different prince. But I am looking for someone to marry. And it's someone I met at the ball." Sister 1 hipped the other aside. "As she was saying, she danced with the Prince. You must've met me!" "I never said I danced with the Prince, I said I was with a prince—this prince—the one with a goatee..." This was quickly turning into a word puzzle, which Tony hated. "You see why I'm going from door to door like a Jehovah's Witness with a foot fetish. I mean, why my brother is going from door to door... look, the woman I was with, she had a pretty unique talent. See, this dick?" He unzipped himself. "She took all of it." Sister 2 was gaping. "Where? In her hand?" "I could take that." Sister 1 nodded desperately to herself. "Yeah, sure, I mean, I could suck it at least." "She took it up the ass." Sister 2 threw her hands up. "It wasn't me." "Me either." Tony nodded, tucking himself away. "Anyone else here?" They didn't get the name wicked stepsisters by being charitable. "No, just us." "You'd better leave. Since it wasn't either of us." "Couldn't possibly be anyone else." "Cuz there's no one else here." "So you don't mind if I check upstairs? I thought I saw a mouse trying to get my attention over by the stairs." They blinked. "A mouse?" "You can't just—" Tony coughed. "Ladies? It's the Middle Ages, I'm royalty, you're peasants. I'm pretty sure I could say you were witches because I sneezed too hard a half-mile from here. Fuck off." He went up the stairs, quickly finding a door with a chair lodged under the knob. He removed it, opened the door, and there was the Princess, sobbing on her bed in a chambermaid outfit like he really had done anal with her. "My prince...?" she asked, raising her head. She was good-looking, even without the Fairy Godmother makeover. Slender, well-proportioned, with a soft shape to her face and a curvy figure of fair skin. Rome robust musculature from all the cleaning. Her eyes twinkled blue, her lips gleamed pink, and her hair fell in soft bangs of strawberry blonde all across her shoulders. "When did you grow such an amazing goatee?" "Age eleven. Look, this is gonna sound kinda off—" "But he had sex with someone at the ball last night," Sister 1 said behind him. She and Uggo Number Two had followed him up. "Probably a whore like you." "If you hadn't been here crying over your dead mother's rags." "Like a little bitch." "Now he's looking for whoever let him fuck her in the ass." "Not that there's room for such a big dick in that skinny little hide of..." Tony walked to the doorway, grabbed them both by the heads, and crashed their skulls together. They went down. He shut the door. "And that's why I can't work in the service industry," he told Cinderella. "Is it true?" she asked him. Her eyes darted down to his groin. "Are you looking for someone who... had such an encounter with you?" "Yeah." Once again he unzipped. It was a little harder this time, with her appreciative gaze making his dick twitch. "I'm looking for the girl who fits this." Her hands were up by her face. "I can't rightly claim to be the woman you met... but... perhaps we should rule me out. Just so you don't harbor any doubts." "My thoughts exactly. And as long as you're on the bed, turn over. Hands and knees." Surprise turned quickly into obscene excitement; then Cinderella obeyed, turning over, leaning down to cushion herself on folded arms so that her back sloped down from her elevated ass. Groaning happily at the submissive position she'd adopted, Tony flipped her skirt over her ass. She seemed comfortable. He guessed she'd spent a lot of time on her hands and knees. Only after this, things would get messier instead of the other way around. "Spread your legs more. Show me where you want this cock. And come back toward me so that sweet ass is on the edge of the mattress." Cinderella did as told, then turned her head to look back at him. Her cheeks colored, staring at him over the bubble of her own naked ass. "Are you really going to fuck me in the ass?" "Until you beg me to stop, princess." Cinderella trembled in excitement. "Good. That's good." Tony grabbed her ass, filling his hands with the cheeks of her luscious ass, then spreading them open to see the neat pink rose of her anus. He bent down, starting her off with a few quick kisses to the lovely fill of her ass, getting an approving giggle, then licking his tongue up and down her valley. "Oh!" Cinderella said, stifling herself now, squirming with his mouth on her flesh. She trembled fitfully, like she didn't know what to do with the motion in her body, the sudden urges that became uncontrolled, almost violent quaking in her muscles. "Yes, do that!" He squeezed her ass tighter, pulling the delicately curved mounds further atop, watching her anus stretch open to form a tiny black hole for him. He slid his tongue in, prodding with its wet tip at her opening. "Eat it! Oh please, eat it!" He could smell her cunt growing fragrant, its wetness carrying the scent of her arousal. His goatee brushed against its outermost edge as he tried harder and harder to stuff the full length of his tongue into her ass, which she helpfully screwed back against his face. His lips pressed wetly against her puckered little hole, Tony feeling the oppressive warmth of her cheeks all over his face. "Oh God, oh Jesus, my ass!" Cinderella cried. Tony pulled away for a moment, fishing his cock out of his pants, spitting in his hand, and jacking himself for lubrication. It made Cinderella scream in dismay. "Not yet, not yet, don't stop now!" He gave her ass another deep kiss. It barely satisfied her. She was rocking back and forth on her knees, banging her ass against Tony's hungry mouth, impaling herself on his stabbing tongue. In rare moments, she seemed to get enough of it, and screwed her hips about in a tight circle, feeling his licks all throughout her body. But the feeling was fleeting, and inevitably she'd cry out again as she thrust back into him like she was trying to knock him flat. "Stick it in me! Stick it in! Oh God, it's like a fire inside me... driving me crazy!" He was in her, deep as he could go, and her ass was as wet as he could make it. Plus, if he stroked his cock anymore, he'd either come in his hand or friction away all the spit. Tony withdrew and Cinderella followed, trying to recapture his tongue's lapping presence, but he was too quick for her. His hand lashed out, collaring the back of her neck and shoving her face down in the mattress. She moaned at his forcefulness. Her ass wagged as he spat in his hand once more, rubbed his rigid cock as if for luck, then moved in with the tip of his phallus. He let her feel him. He let her feel him right against her hole. "Oh God... I hope I can take that!" She could tell, just from the head, how big he was. "Don't you mean you wish?" Tony asked. "Because a dream is a wish your heart makes. And you're definitely going to be dreaming about taking this dick." He clapped his hands onto her waist, holding her tight. In a single fluid motion, he thrust inside her. Cinderella screamed. It wasn't in pain. "God... it's big... it's too big... it hurts!" But her slowness in reporting the pain told him it was pleasure far more than it was pain. There would be more of both to come. He'd put in just the tip, but he was still in. The fierce way her ass tried to expel him told Tony as much. He leaned in, pressing his weight upon her, just to stay inside her, and her muscles squeezed in, trying to crush him, squeeze the life out of him, stop him—not succeeding at any of it. "Loosen up," Tony told her. "Relax. It'll hurt more if you don't." "More?" Cinderella moaned in disbelief. Her grip on his cock was like a vise and she was starting to press her legs together. There was only one way to overcome it. He had to thrust into her, make her really feel it, so she'd loosen up naturally. "Bibbity," Tony quipped, switching his grip to Cinderella's thighs, digging his fingers in as he thrust as hard he could. Cinderella screamed, but her ass gave. He slid forward. "Bobbity," he continued, her ass continuing to clamp down on his cock, testing his erection, but it was a losing battle. He was in her good and deep, too far to turn back down, and already moving in and out, rocking back and forth, tunneling deeper in. Cinderella moaned and sighed in equal measure. "Boo!" he finished with another hard thrust, winning all her ass, seeing her anus gape against his groin. He rested, feeling her suffocating heat all over his dick, and knew Cinderella felt the same intensity. She huffed out her pain, but kept pleading with him. "Don't stop... it's nice... feels so nice... " "It doesn't hurt?" Tony asked solicitously, since he already knew the answer. "It hurts nice... and so deep... so thick and hard, and so far inside me..." Like she was swaying to the tune of a song, Cinderella pressed back unconsciously to meet him, rocking on her knees like a bitch in heat. Her ass was as tight as ever, but slippery now, letting him in and out with an insistent rhythm, his balls swinging against her wet cunt like church bell clappers. "It's coming," Cinderella huffed out, like the words were being driven from her by his ever-expanding dick. "Oh, god, it's coming..." Tony grabbed her again, this time wrapping his arm around her slender waist and pulling her whole body to his as he thrust heavily, desperately, into her. "And here..." Cinderella squealed, suspended in the air against him, as he pushed her to the limit. "It..." He fell on top of her again, jamming her through the mattress, his thrusting cock offering her no respite. "Comes!" Cinderella felt him fill her, his cock growing to its ultimate size with the sperm passing through it. "A perfect fit!" She came as he did, like her body had to, like it was forced to climax by accepting his explosion inside her ass. His cum gushed out, filling her clenching tunnel and more, splattering out around his cock as well. His balls ached, keeping up the steady flow her body demanded. Still she fucked her ass against him, swallowing his length to get even more of his seed from him. Groaning, Tony pulled away before she could crush him, and without his hardness inside her, Cinderella seemed totally limp. She fell forward onto the mattress, spread-eagled, still oozing cum. Tony staggered back a few steps, barely managing not to fall before he leaned against the wall to observe his handiwork. Only then did he noticed that Cinderella had been touching herself as he fucked her. Two fingers were still buried to the knuckle inside her cunt. They seemed very wet. Absently, Tony wondered if a buttfuck counted when it came to sex magic. If not, he didn't think Cinderella would object to another go. And with the way his cock was aching, it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to try again. Unfortunately, Tony felt himself fading again, even as Cinderella turned over to look at him. She saw the magic at work. "Oh shit, please tell me you're not a mouse," she said before he disappeared entirely. Damn. Girl was kinky.