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THE GREEDY PRINCE by Throne Once there was a Prince who possessed great wealth. Even so, he was not satisfied. Instead, he longed for even greater riches. As it happened, he heard about a valley where special flowers grew that allowed magic to be performed. So Prince Stefan decided to travel to that valley and cause a magician to create fabulous treasures for him. The Prince did not wish to pay anyone to accompany him, so the only person he brought along was a humble servant, Jonathan. While the Prince rode on a fine horse, Jonathan had to run alongside him. Though he understood that he was being mistreated, the servant remained loyal and obedient. They traveled for two weeks, with Prince Stefan staying in comfortable inns while Jonathan had to sleep in the barn with that fine horse. At each inn the Prince would inquire about the rumored valley. Each innkeeper would tell what he knew, though several of them warned that the magic that was worked there was sometimes erratic and unpredictable. Prince Stefan disregarded these warnings. He was more concerned with bedding the barmaids he encountered at the inns. He knew that, for a few coins, most of them could be had. Still, as penurious as he was, he bargained for lower prices. At one inn he even professed to love a particularly fair barmaid, and was able to enjoy her favors without paying. The next morning he left without so much as a goodbye for her. After fourteen days they reached the valley, through the center of which ran a rushing stream. As soon as they were between the steep foothills that formed its sides, both of them noticed the peculiar blue and yellow flowers that were said to impart the ability to practice magic. When Prince Stefan decided to pluck a few of the distinctive blooms, his servant meekly suggested that perhaps he should not. The Prince scolded him for impudence and cuffed him out of sheer mean-spiritedness. Jonathan apologized and watched silently as his Master picked the flowers he desired and put them in his curly blond hair. They reached a small village where dwelt merchants and craftsmen. The valley was wide and flat-bottomed at that point, and beyond the shops and a pair of inns were farms. Prince Stefan eyed the attractive young farm girls who had come into the village. His manhood demanded that he possess as many of them as he could. For Stefan each seduction or purchase of a woman was a conquest. If he was the former it was pure victory. If the latter, he would always extract some extra act from them, such as using their mouth upon his organ or allowing him to penetrate them from behind, so that despite money changing hands, he still felt that he had bested them. However, he postponed his needs both physical and of the darker portions of his mind. His main interest, even in the presence of so much beauty, was wealth. Avarice conquered lust, even if only for the nonce. So he went into the finest of the two inns and inquired about the magic that might be made use of in this place. The innkeeper, plump and red- faced, noted the flowers in Prince Stefan's hair and kept his expression bland, hiding his critical thoughts. Stefan made no show of his royal rank, for he feared that outward signs of his status would cause others to charge him more for food and lodging. Thus it was that the Prince was the target of disapproval and gained no consideration from the identity he hid. The innkeeper told him that there was a certain person who he could speak with regarding magic, but not until the next morning. Thus delayed, the Prince returned to thinking about sating his lust. He spied a pretty barmaid, quite buxom, with a bottom like a prize-winning pumpkin. This one, he decided, would be the perfect conquest to celebrate in advance the victory he expected to achieve the next day. So he began to woo her, complimenting her bright smile and sparkling eyes. He noticed that she was slow to respond and, when she was absent for a moment, asked the innkeeper if she did not appreciate the company of men. The innkeeper explained that she did enjoy the company of men, more than most young women. She was consumed by an appetite for intimate contact with males, be they refined or coarse. It mattered not, so long as she could lavish attention on them in bed and feel them penetrating her repeatedly. Prince Stefan was intrigued. This would be a most unusual conquest. Just being with her would not be the victory he sought. Even coercing her to perform less common acts would not be notable if she already desired to do such. He conceived of a plan to make her behave in such a way as to demean herself, perhaps even to cause her to feel painful remorse for her wanton enjoyments. With that in mind, he showered her with praise. Then he patted her wide and jutting posterior. Finally he called her over and caused her to stand alongside him, which was when he slid his hand under her long skirts, ran his fingers up her smooth leg, and fingered her nest of love. She reacted immediately, for he had set a fire in her loins that demanded to be quenched. Soon they were heading toward her modest room upstairs. The lovemaking went just as the Prince had planned. He had a jolly time with her, suggested acts she might perform, but held off on satisfying himself. He said that there was something she could do that would please him most completely. So caught up in the moment was she that this girl, Hilda by name, agreed to do whatever he wished. He also caused her to swear she understood that an agreement broken was a crime committed. That was when he sprang his surprise, telling her that he wished her to take on the identity of various animals. When she demurred, he reminded her that she had agreed, and that it would be a crime for her to go back on her word. Hilda, not being overly intelligent, and in fear of being arrested, accepted this argument. He told her first that he would be gratified if she were to behave like a cat. Hilda crouched on the bed, held up her hand like a paw, and licked it. He got in front of her and guided her head towards his member, insisting that she lick that instead. She was always pleased to share her oral skills with whatever man joined her, but Stefan then caused her to touch herself between her thighs and lick her fingers repeatedly. He made her purr happily as she did it, though she was not glad to taste herself in that way. Next he commanded her to become a dog. She had to touch herself between her bulging bottom cheeks, gathering her scent on her fingers. Then he caused her to lick them, pant like an eager bitch hound, and howl from joy at what she had done. Now Hilda was even more uncomfortable. Being with a man had always been a simple recreation for her, rife with intimacy and satisfaction. This travelling stranger was transforming it into something else. He was removing the joy from Hilda's most favored form of recreation. Finally he snarled at her that she most become a pig. A fat grunting sow. This she did not favor at all. With reluctance she had never felt before, she nevertheless did as told. After all, she thought of herself as law abiding and had he not suggested that to disobey was unlawful. Her slow-working mind was kept too busy to work out the details. She got on all fours on the bed, snorted and snuffled, sniffed the straw mattress, and squinted to resemble a small-eyed sow. Prince Stefan, on the verge of his greatest and most powerful conquest, put himself behind her on his knees. His tool was rampant, hardened by the sadistic glee of so fully possessing and despoiling Hilda, not only in body but -- her fervently hoped -- in mind. Prince Stefan, in a frenzy of cruel intent and perverted lust, entered her not through her feminine channel, but unnaturally, by way of her rearmost tightness. He did it forcefully and without the aid of lubricant. This was most painful to Hilda and she cried out piteously. He buried himself within her, saying that she should make a noise like a pig. Too intimidated to disobey, she set up a distressed squealing as if being slaughtered. This inflamed the Prince's twisted passion further and he used her spiritedly. In the end he sated his lust and intentionally left her unsatisfied. The ill-used girl was sore and confused. The wicked Prince kicked her from the bed and laughed as she crawled across the room, regaining her feet only as she reached the door. He went to sleep, unrepentant and eager for the next day, when he hoped to reap a great fortune. In the morning he rode to the home of the magic-worker. It was an old man named Josef. Stefan told an untrue story about being in dire straits and needing money to help his family and neighbors. Josef listened intently, watching the man's eyes as he spoke. Then he produced a pot in which a plant grew, its green stems producing the blue and yellow flowers which were purported to enable one to enact magic. The man bade Prince Stefan to breath in the scent of the flowers, upon which the Prince became woozy and unable to command his limbs to move. As he sat there on a simple wooden chair, Josef went into the back room and returned... with Hilda. Josef identified her as his niece. He explained that she had told him a horrifying story late the previous evening, of how a man had taken advantage of her simple mind and voluptuous body. He asked her if that man was the one sitting before them. "It was," she averred, saying also that she feared she would never again be able to enjoy the uncomplicated pleasure she had taken in lying with men. Hilda concluded, "He is not a good man." "Indeed," agreed her Uncle Josef. "And I intend to do something about that." "Will you make him good?" she asked naively. "No, my dear. I will instruct him with many lessons that will help him understand the errors of his ways. You will never need to fear him again." She smiled and decided out loud, "That is good." "It is very good," he agreed. Then he set about performing his magic. There were many words spoken and gestures made by Josef. We cannot reveal any of them here because, if someone who read them were to obtain those same blue and yellow flowers, they too might be able to work such magic. And if they were not a good person like Josef, but an evil one like Stefan, bad results might follow. As it was, the flowers were passed under Stefan's nose two more times and he breathed deep of their intoxicating scent each time. He fell into a deep sleep. Josef carefully plucked a hair from his niece's head, apologizing to her as he did for the pinprick of pain it caused. Then he took the hair wrapped and knotted it around Stefan's finger, uttered a few more incantations, and declared the spell to be complete. "But he seems the same," Hilda noted. "He will sleep, my dear. When he awakes he will be much changed. And you must sleep too, even though the day is young. Smell these benevolent flowers, dear Hilda, and then retire to your bed. All will be well after you sleep." Lying in an unfamiliar bed, the Prince awoke from a dreamless sleep after a timeless time. He blinked his eyes and looked around him. Everything seemed normal until he brought up his hand to scratch his ear. His fingers were slender. His forearm was devoid of hair. When he glanced down at his other hand, which rested on his chest, he was shocked to see that instead of firm flesh and a patch of thick hair, he was looking at two soft breasts topped with hard nipples. He gasped and sat up, setting those unexpected breasts to bobbing. Looking down he saw that his legs were now shapely and smooth, like those of a girl. He stood up and felt long hair flowing around his face. Lowering his eyes, despite fear of what he might find, he confirmed his worst fear of all. Between his legs, where there should be a proud appendage, the one he had used the evening before to commit an unnatural deflowering of dim Hilda, there was the lightly furred mound of a woman, its center cleft by a pink furrow. He was no longer a male, but had been made into a female by the magic of this place. Wrapping himself in the sheet, Prince Stefan hurried out of the room and found himself where he had been earlier. Josef was sitting there contentedly, smoking a pipe. There was an empty flower pot on a small wooden table next to him. The Prince wanted to know, "What did you do to me?" "Well," Josef said thoughtfully, "you wanted wealth. So I gave you the greatest wealth, which is health and beauty." "But this is not what I meant." "True, I am sure. But as others cautioned you, the magic in this valley is not always predictable." "How do you know what was said to me?" Stefan demanded. His voice was higher and softer than usual and did not convey its usual force. "Because you spoke volumes while you slept. I also know who you really are, Prince. Because you are powerful in your own land, and might seek revenge on me later, if you were restored, I changed my plans." "What are you saying, old man?" "You see, I had intended to keep the plant as it was, so that it might still be used to reverse the spell. Instead, after hearing your confessions, I decided to take it and plant it once more in the ground from which it sprang. That means that now it can never be used to return you to your former identity. Let me show you more fully who you now are and will remain." He gestured to a shallow pan of water set on a shelf under the window. Sunlight fell on the still surface of the water. Stefan went to it and gazed down, seeing his reflected image. His face too had been made over, and was similar to that of Hilda. He tried to protest but suddenly was having difficulty forming the words into sentences. He hesitated and looked to Josef for answers. "I see," said the old man, "that the spell is completing itself. A moment, if you please." He went to the door, cupped his hand alongside his mouth, and called out, "Hilda, dear. Please come to the cottage." Moments later she appeared at the door and entered. "Hello, Uncle," she said, sounding somehow different. "Hello," he replied. "Are the chickens fed?" "They are. And I was thinking that, if we buy their feed in larger quantities, we will get it for a better price. Also, if I go to the market on a different day, I might well gain a better price for their eggs." "Very good," her Uncle congratulated. "It is so nice to hear you have such clever ideas." She paused, belatedly surprised. "You are right. My thoughts are... clearer... and more orderly." "And will become even more so. You see, Hilda, you have gained some of the wits taken from our guest. That is a fair exchange because he has gained much of your comeliness." "As I see," she noted. "And yet I have lost none of my former appearance. Does that mean that he has not forfeited any of his native wits?" "Alas for him, what he gave you he lost for himself. I'm afraid our visitor's mind has changed in ways that will disadvantage him. What he was, you are. What you were, he is." "So what you're saying," Hilda concluded, "is that the man who so wronged me is now possessed of my former dimness." "Indeed. And, interestingly, of your former runaway desires, which have left your loins. You may now plan and seek, perhaps find a single man with whom to spend your life. This person shall take over your employment at the inn, with all of the extra duties that you so willingly performed." "Oh my, Uncle," she said. A sly smile crossed her pretty face. "But he still sees himself as a man, I gather, and will not wish for the interest he will attract." "Exactly. He will not want it, and yet he will seek it. He will not desire the attentions of men, and yet he will invite them. The magic of our valley has a system of its own. Always it seeks to punish misdeeds and reward goodness. Such is what we have seen, and what this Stefan will see for many days to come." "It is as it should be," Hilda said wisely. "I will walk him to the inn and introduce him to the innkeeper. But he cannot be known as Prince Stefan. Instead I shall call him... Stephanie." She took him out the door, still wrapped in only that sheet. A passing craftsman saw them and focused on the transformed Stephan, ogling how the sheet barely hid him. Soon Hilda had her charge at the inn. She gave the keeper only he details he needed to hear. It pleased him that Stephanie would work for no wages, instead being paid only with room and board. Hilda told Stephanie that there was one of her old dresses upstairs in the first room off the landing. The innkeeper added that this would now be the new girl's room. Hilda took the still slightly dazed Stefan up the steps. Just then Jonathan entered. He was brushing straw off his sleeves. He went to the bar and ordered a mug of ale. As he served it, the keeper said, "You are the servant of that Prince who arrived yesterday. Your Master went to the house of Josef. You should go there to see if he has need of you." While Jonathan sipped his ale, Hilda came down the steps, leading Stephanie by the hand. The second female was practically erupting from the bodice of her dress, being even larger of bust than its previous wearer. She was led to the bar and handed over to the inn's owner. The innkeeper told Hilda, "This young man is the servant of Prince Stefan, who went to speak with your Uncle earlier. You should please take him there, my dear." She looked Jonathan up and down and said, "With pleasure, Sir." As the pair left, two laborers, dusty from the road, entered and sat at a table. The innkeeper told Stephanie to go and see what they wished. Disturbed by the idea of being seen by men in his new form, Stefan nevertheless went to them. They eyed him appreciatively and ordered ale. When the former Prince returned and set down the mugs, instead of retreating, as he fervently wished to do, he lingered. Stephanie leaned far forward, flashing her deep cleavage as she wiped the table unnecessarily with a rag she had been given for that job. Her big bosoms swayed in their limited confinement, drawing the eyes of the thirsty workers. The nearest man put his hand on her thigh. Inside his new form, Stefan was horrified to be touched that way by another male. But Stephanie was making his decisions and she liked it. When she didn't move away, the man moved his hand higher and to the rear, to fondle her substantial bottom. She turned her head to give him a seductive smile. He went further still, snaked his fingers between her legs, found her love nest, and diddled her there. She gasped with pleasure and rubbed her plump hip against his shoulder. He suggested, "We really ought to finish what we've started, love." His fingers moved once more, producing another, thought slightly better contained, inhalation from her. "Yes," she responded seductively. "And I have a room at the top of the stairs. But when we go up there... could you bring your companion? I'm sure I can accommodate both of you." The men exchanged enthused looks and stood, holding on to their mugs. The innkeeper was not displeased. Men who received a woman's favors would spend freely and come back for more. From the looks and behavior of this Stephanie, she would be good for business. Hilda had been helpful, of course, but this one looked like a real money maker for him. As the threesome climbed the steps, the owner of the inn admired her broad swaying posterior. He wouldn't mind sampling that himself, sometime. In the room one of the men seized Stephanie and pulled her close. He kissed her and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She responded passionately, running her hands down his body and inhaling his male perspiration. He clutched her generously-made backside and ground his hips against her. When they finally separated, the other one grabbed her for more of the same. As he released her she pulled down the bodice of her dress, freeing her big melon breasts. Each man fastened his mouth to one of them and sucked, which sent her into ecstasies of arousal. Stephanie quickly stripped off the dress. Taking the role of aggressor, she began to tear at the men's clothing. Inside her, Stefan wanted to scream and run away. But Stephanie was now in control and her appetites could not be denied. The Prince tried to think of some way out of this dreadful situation but now that he was limited to Hilda's insufficient brainpower, he could not focus enough. Instead, his new feminine side was busy lowering the men's poorly tailored trousers. She was gratified to see that each of them offered a heavy cudgel between his hairy muscular legs. Dropping to her knees, Stephanie eyed those weapons hungrily. Simultaneously, Stefan felt like gagging. He was sickened by what his dominant half wanted to do. Against his will he opened his mouth and she took over completely. He was like a spectator watching as Stephanie engulfed one unwashed member with her mouth and wrapped eager fingers around the other. She sucked the first while stroking the second. The newly created female, long on desire and short on intellect, was in her own sluttish heaven. She fitted that entire cock into her mouth and throat. Then freed it, moved to the side on her knees, and licked the other laborer's heavy scrotum before similarly swallowing him whole. All too soon for Stefan, but not soon enough for Stephanie, the threesome moved to the narrow bed. The voluptuous female shed her dress, then got on her hands and knees to wag her bottom enticingly. One man got behind her and aimed his stiff member at the moist center of her femaleness. The other put himself in front of her to again enter her mouth. The two of them pumped themselves in and out, barely able to believe their good fortune in encountering this insatiable woman. She responded by using her tongue and squeezing her internal female muscles, so that both men would receive the maximum of stimulation. Stephanie craved their continued efforts. She felt starved for the creamy fluids she knew they would soon be spurting. The men were overcome by her runaway enthusiasm. She exploded with release. They erupted simultaneously, much to her delight. She growled while receiving their double cream filling. Not until they had both been drained did she relax. The three of them slumped to the mattress and lay there, bodies slowly recovering. The wanton woman attempted to revive her lovers but they were finished. It had all been too exhausting. They waited expectantly for her to request payment. When she didn't, they uncertainly left a few copper coins. After that they went back downstairs, thirsty from their exertions. The innkeeper was pleased to serve them himself. He saw that his new worker might not always be able to perform her duties, busy as she might be in other pursuits. He didn't mind, not with visions of flowing coins filling his mind. Besides, he could always hire a homely girl to do the work while Stephanie plied her special skills and kept men returning. Stefan, looking out through Stephanie's eyes, was in a daze. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He was a man. A Prince. Certainly not one of those effete males who sought the attention of likeminded perverts. And yet here he was, in bed, having just sexually exhausted two ablebodied men. Worse, his nipples were still tingling and his... most female part... was throbbing, demanding more of the same. He was addicted to satisfying men while they did the same for him. He had to find some way to reverse Josef's powerful magic. Meanwhile, Jonathan was being guided to Josef's cottage by Hilda. While they walked, the two of them conversed. Jonathan confessed that his master was not a pleasant man. Hilda assured him that she already knew this. When they neared the cottage she told him that her Uncle would have much to explain, and could perhaps do something to better Jonathan's situation. As they were strolling, Stefan was coming downstairs. He had finger- combed his long hair and again donned his dress. It distressed him that he found being in female clothing somehow a comfort, even desirable. He adjusted the bodice to better display the upper portions of his considerable bust. Before he reached the bottom step a new customer, a handsome young merchant, his wagon full of wares outside, was entering. He spied Stefanie and his eyes went wide. Trying not to react beyond that, wanting time to evaluate her further, he intentionally went to a table in the back corner of the room, shrouded in shadow. She tossed her hair and moved to the bar, where she took a few moments to straighten up the bottles, confident that he was admiring her. Then she sashayed over to him, keeping her eyes on his person, doing some evaluating of her own. "Good day, Sir," she said in a sultry voice. "What would sate your appetite?" He looked up at her and gave a sly smile. "I am not certain what would please me most. I thirst for good wine and hearty food, yet there is another hunger that needs equally to be fed." She returned his smile and suggested, "Perhaps wine would tame your stomach until we have taken time to visit my room, after which your appetite for food will have been whetted even more, thus increasing your satisfaction when you eat." "Well said," he agreed. "Bring me two flagons of wine, that you may sit and drink beside me." Stephanie gave an assenting nod. She was much pleased that she would make another conquest so soon. Within her, Stefan was distressed that she was possessed with a fever for scoring such victories, so different from those he had sought. The mere thought of being with another man disturbed him deeply. He didn't wish to have male hands upon him or a male member within him. Even so, his eyes strayed to this fellow's crotch and he espied that he did possess an enormous cod. At Josef's cottage, Jonathan was introduced to the man, who first offered him cider and then explained, in great detail, all that had transpired that morning. At first Jonathan was unsettled by his Master's fate but then, as he thought more upon it, and how the man had ill treated him, and also so many women, he came to see the justice in it. But, he wanted to know, what was he to do now without the Prince to employ him. "With your permission," Josef suggested, "I could remedy that situation. You see, the Prince's former likeness is still with us, though not visible. The magic that dwells here has preserved it. I could, with your permission, confer his visage and complete likeness to you. Even his very voice could I bestow upon you." "To what end?" Jonathan inquired. Being an honest sort, he did not immediately sense the advantage to which such a remaking of himself could be put. Hilda, with her newly sharpened mind, saw it at once. "Why, Jonathan, you could assume his identity and possess all his lands and riches. You are a well formed man now, with a fair face, but he was similarly so. The alteration of your features would hurt you not. And with your good heart, indeed, in short time you would eliminate his sneers and scowls." She took his hand. "There would be no great loss but much gain." "I understand," the young servant said thoughtfully. "I could return to his estate as its Master." "The choice is yours," noted Josef. "But an easy decision I should think it to be." "Truth," agreed Jonathan. "Let us do it now, good Sir." Josef had him go outside, touch a certain one of the plants with the blue and yellow flowers, one which had obviously been dug up and then returned to the ground. The magic was worked and the spell effected the desired changes. Jonathan went to sleep a servant but awoke a Master. Hilda fed him a light meal before they started back to the inn. Stefan, meanwhile, had taken the merchant up to his room. He bared his overripe form to the wide-eyed fellow, then helped him out of his garments. Naked, they embraced, the merchant's massive organ-of- generation all that Stephanie had hoped for. Stefan was appalled as he felt his soft hand gripping that warm man-flesh and encouraging it to even greater growth, should such a thing be possible. He wished to tell the merchant that he had changed his mind, but instead that words that came from his mouth were thus. "Let me get to my knees, good Sir, and clean the sweat of your long travels from the commendably fine weapon you carry between your legs." She wanted to say more but her shrunken wits and the urgent desire to use her lips for something else precluded that. So, suiting her actions to those words, she sank down and swallowed him whole, purring contentedly like a cat with a saucer of cream. Indeed, she expected to be licking something much like cream from her full lips soon. Stephanie's instincts told her that this eager male would be capable of taking her twice, and her other orifice was more needful than the one he was currently occupying. Stefan wished only to pull his wide-stretched lips off their massive target and flee from the room. But he knew that he would be spending many hours here, with many men, entertaining them in any way they pleased. Jonathan and Hilda arrived at the inn. The innkeeper, seeing not the servant but his Master, welcomed them with a broad smile. So pleased was he with his change in fortune, and the increase in business that Stephanie was guaranteed to bring, that he insisted on serving them wine without charge. Jonathan, now in Stefan's discarded male garb, felt the heavy purse concealed in his trousers and, though accepting that offer, insisted on paying for a generous meal for the two of them. As they sat, Hilda leaned close and he took her hand in his, to give it a gentle squeeze. As they were in the midst of the meal, served by the innkeeper himself, a couple began to descend the steps. It was the young merchant, appearing well satisfied, and Stephanie, glowing as some women do after being properly handled. They passed the seated couple and went to the merchant's wagon. Jonathan and Hilda ate, often exchanging glances lit by a growing warmth. The other couple returned from outside, with Stephanie carrying several garments that were wondrous to behold. They stopped near enough to the table for Jonathan and Hilda to hear what was said. Merchant: "Dear girl, I know you will be well pleased to wear this finery." Stephanie: "Forsooth, I shall. The material is so light. The design so seductive. Any man who sees me sporting such glorious attire will surely be drawn to my bed." Merchant: "It must, however, be put upon you in the proper way. Perhaps we should retire to your room once more, that I may advise you how best to wear it all." Stephanie: "You are ready again, so soon?" Merchant: (hushed voice) "Not yet, but seeing you in these fabulous garments will surely stir my loins before long." Stephanie: "Well said, generous Sir. Well said." And so they ascended once more to her humble room, where the scents of fornication still lingered in the air. Stephanie was overcome by a powerful attraction to that exotic clothing. What strange sensations, to yearn for feminine finery as much as she did for men, perhaps even more so. Stefan, alas, was alarmed because he too felt the overpowering addiction to garments which would strongly declare his femaleness, attractiveness, and availability. He wanted more of them, an endless wardrobe in which to dress himself. His life would now be devoted to the twin pursuits of seduction and dressing in the most girlish manner conceivable. Jonathan smiled at Hilda. "Indeed, as your Uncle said, the magic of this place does exact justice whenever it is used. Josef is a wise man. I hope he is also able to be happy if you are not there with him, for I would fain have you accompany me back to Stefan's estate, which is now mine. My wealth is more than sufficient that you should never want for anything. Though this wish I now voice is sudden upon me, and may be unexpected to you, I hope more than anything that you will grant it to me." "I share your wish, dear Jonathan, who I must now address as Stefan. My Prince. We will travel to your lands and there dwell. My Uncle is resourceful and possessed of great abilities which are aided by those blue and yellow flowers. He will thrive. Besides which, my Aunt is due soon to return from visiting her Sister and will please him daily with her housewifely skills." "Then all is well. But one thing more. It would please me to purchase for you, with my heavy purse, some dresses of the best material from that worthy merchant. And perhaps," he continued in a more subdued tone, "some of those more fabulous items he carries in his varied stock in trade." "Indeed. And I could wear them on our wedding night, to be seen by your eyes only." They kissed and soon, after making the purchase just discussed, departed on Prince Stefan's fine horse and another which they paid for with his gold. In the days and nights that followed, Stephanie added many a proud cock to the collection she had gathered in her memory. The filled her thoughts, but not so much as those yet to come. As her reputation grew, many weary travelers were comforted by her considerable charms when they stayed at the inn. Indeed, the rooms were often all filled and other men who sought her had to stay at the neighboring inn, coming to dine where she was, and to partake of her curvaceous form and courtesan's special talents. The innkeeper was well pleased and did himself sometimes partake of her accommodating hands and mouth and quim. All were well pleased, all except Stefan. He remained trapped within that body so desirable to men. Another serving wench was hired, so that Stephanie might have more time to attract business. Every moment Stefan spent with his admirers was like a waking nightmare. What Stephanie cherished, he abhorred. Her collection of wearables grew to include corsets and stockings and footwear, all of which furthered her purpose of attracting men and fed her insatiable desire for the most feminine of clothing. There is but one more brief chapter to this tale. It seems that one traveler, before going to the inn, stopped first at the cottage of Josef. He conferred with that good fellow, saying that his deepest wish was to spend an entire night with the fabled Mistress of the Inn, as Stephanie was now sometimes called. But he wished to be assured that he could perform hour after hour, more than a man usually was able. He wished for Josef to aid him by magic. The older man sent his wife out to fetch eggs from the henhouse and, while she was absent, asked the man a few questions of great intimacy. The man agreed that what would transpire later was acceptable to him and then Josef took him outside, had him touch a certain example of the plant that bore the blue and yellow blossoms, and assured him all would be as he wished. When the man offered to pay him, Josef said that it would not be necessary, for when the man visited Stephanie, a certain debt of long standing would be recompensed. So it was that, when that man had made it understood that he wished all the hours from dusk to dawn, and accompanied Stephanie to her room, he spoke words familiar to Stefan. On the bed, the man declared that he wanted something special. And that Stephanie must promise to cooperate. And that she understood that to not do so, thus breaking her promise, would be a criminal act and subject to prosecution. She did so promise. "What I want you to do first," the man declared, "is take upon yourself the role of a cat in heat. You will touch your most intimate place and then lap the nectar thus gathered from your fingers." All too well Stefan recognized the paraphrased commands. Even as he obeyed, he wished to refuse. But his wit-addled mind could see no way to argue the case. And Stephanie certainly did not mind. She performed the act with merry relish. While Stefan suffered like one condemned to some private hell, which one could well say was the case, no one else was less than happy. The visiting man found his stamina to be endless. Stephanie was much gratified to have such a virile caller, who could outlast even her during their encounter. And the man's imaginative suggestions were most appreciated by her. In truth, it was only Stefan who bore humiliation, being made to endure the indignities that he had once visited on the now absent Hilda, which were to his liking not at all. And so our tale winds to its end. It is true that the Prince and his lovely wife did sometimes travel to that valley, where the blue and yellow flowers grow. They would visit the capable magic user, Hilda's Uncle Josef, and his dear wife, Tianna. But the visitors would stay at the inn, often in a room not far from Stephanie's, from which they could hear her carousing with men during the night, the sounds of which did not bother them at all. THE HAPPY ENDING (This story is partly the result of me reading oddly modern fairy tales by Kurt Schwitters, in the book LUCKY HANS, which I got from Amazon. Those stories are strange and non-traditional, but not erotic. The dirty parts are strictly from my twisted imagination. Hope you enjoyed it. Would love to read your thoughts in the Review section.)