33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (8 page)

When I wasn't busy having girls visit my cock, I was trying to figure out ways to one day get close to the princess. Cynthia was her name, and because of all the protection she has - not just sexually - it's pretty difficult to get near her without some sort of clever, conniving plan akin to a prison escape.

You could say I was the jealous type, she was to wed a prince by the name of Jeremy. She had just turned twenty and was as beautiful as a porcelain doll. I felt a pang of jealousy whenever I thought of him even near her.

I rode back one evening after my weekly hunting session and stopped to find a man sticking up a poster with a silly drawing of the princess being turned into a man.

So no one else could see it, I ripped the poster off the wall and collared the man somewhere quiet as he was walking off.

"Hey, what's this all about?" I asked him quietly. It wasn't strictly my job to ensure that her reputation wasn't besmirched, but it was something I took on myself. Maybe defending her honor would also get me close to her. Probably not, but that didn't stop me.

"It's nothing bad sir, I promise," he said, sighing. "It's my old man, he wanted me to advertise something he's been working on."

"And where he now?"

"He's in his room working as always, I can show you to him if I must."

"Alright," I said, letting him go, with my hand on his shoulder as he guided me, just in case he ran off.

Within the castle, there were still parts I'd never seen. I told myself never to explore them because they were scary and creepy. As a guard it was ridiculous to have such intangible fears and insecurities, not to mention the reluctance to even study the architecture, but what could I say? I was a creature of inherited fear and laziness. The only reason I could cope in the dark at night was because I usually had a girl sleeping next to me.

Onward we trekked down the dark corridors that I never even knew existed, with chandeliers and other sources of light becoming more and more non-existent with each turn, replaced by old-fashioned torches. We eventually got to a door with barriers and locks, which opened once my new friend knocked on the door yelling, "it's me, lemme in!"

All the locks seemed to open by themselves. "Ah, you're back! So soon?" A tall, bearded man said when the door creaked open, before looking at me and lowering his voice, "who are you?"

Before I said anything, he interrupted, "don't answer that. I recognize you, Charles, you lazy bastard, come on in." I was just about to take offense when I saw that he had a smile on his face.

I observed that placed haphazardly around the room there were a number of different copies of the poster I tore down earlier that day, before the man asked me, "so what can I do for ya?"

"Well- I saw your poster, and I was wondering what you were planning on doing," I explained. "And how does it involve the princess?"

"We have a plan to use this special potion that I've created on the princess as we don't believe in the ways in which we've been treated by her rule. We need somebody to plant the liquid into the princess' drink during the ball pre-event and turn her into a man, which will wreck the marriage so we can stop their evil plans."

I didn't agree that the new enforcement was a bad thing, but I quickly formed an idea, one that was the cheekiest and naughtiest idea yet.

"I don't agree with them, either, I'll gladly volunteer," I said, lying of course, "but only on one condition."

"What's that?" The old man replied, furrowing his brow.

"Well I want to know I'm safe," I started to explain, pretending that I was interested in health and safety when really I wanted to know if this would work on the prince. "If I used it on myself, would I turn into a woman?"

"I guess so," he replied, scratching his head, "we would need a human trial to find out for sure, even though we didn't plan on having one," he laughed, before furthering the conversation.

"Well, sure, you're free to help us if you're offering. We could do with someone who looks like he's dressed for battle." He peered down at the armor I hadn't had time to take off after hunting.

"Alright, well first thing's first, I'd like you to hide this. You know where the princess will be; I want you to spike her drink with this and watch what happens. It should be easy enough."

I took the vial and stuffed it into my pocket. This should be incredibly fun, I thought.

*****

Fortunately I managed to find my way out of the twisting corridors, back into my room and crash for the night without too much trouble, before the pre-event that I hadn't known about previously.

After a good, restful sleep, I awoke and put on my armor, even though only the elites of the castle were there.

I took my chances that I would be trusted, given that I was a guard - even though I wasn't strictly invited to the party. No one would mind an extra guard, would they?

I scanned the room and found Prince Jeremy, sitting all by himself, watching his wife-to-be dance with some other guy. I smiled as I thought about what I was going to do.

While he was busy clapping away at the dancing and entertainment, I quickly poured some liquid from the vial into his drink and blended myself in with the the crowd.

I watched him carefully as he drunk it and start coughing before moving to the next room, to which I followed him. People just assumed I was his guard and left us alone. Yeah I totally want to keep him safe, while also bent over a table sucking my dick. But anyway...

I forgot to lock the door as I went in, but I'm sure nobody would follow us. "Hello Jeremy," I said, smiling innocently.

"Who are you?" he snapped angrily.

"Look," I said, making slow movements while raising my hands. "I know this might startle you, but there's a movement that doesn't want you marrying the princess."

"So you've come to kill me, is that it?" he said, struggling with the effects of the potion.

"No, the problem is a little more complicated than that, and so is its resolution," I explained.

As Jeremy transformed before my eyes, I smiled as I realized that it really was working. He fell to his hands and knees, not knowing what was happening and looked around as if a black mage was doing this to him.

Steam arose from the back of his hands while his face started to transform. "Wha? What have you done to me?" he said, his voice turning higher pitched. He struggled to get back on his feet, but his body wasn't ready for that.

"I am simply turning you into a woman, my dear!" I smugly scorned. "I got sick of seeing you with the princess, so I thought of a cunning plan when I was given this, and would turn you into my bride to be!"

"I don't know what to say," he replied calmly, finally standing, "I didn't think you felt that way." The transformation and rising steam had stopped, his chest somewhat enlarged.

I inspected the prince - or should I say princess - and the results shocked me somewhat. He was now a woman with long brown hair, big boobs, lime green eyes, puckered lips and - peering down - curvy, luscious hips. "Wow!" I reacted wide-eyed, "Such epic results."

I didn't think I was going to have any more problems with her. Absolutely no one would believe that she was the prince now; especially not the princess.

"So, shall I keep calling you Jeremy? Or shall we call you something different?" I said, smiling to myself.

"Something beginning with J at least," she hissed. "I like Joanne, it's all that comes to mind right now." She sulked with what was now an adorable, but highly attractive, tone. I can't say that I wasn't attracted to her. She was absolutely smokin' hot!

"Joanne it is then!" I said, raising my voice for no reason. "This will be the deal I offer you, I would now like to take you to the dance, and maybe take part in the feast, with you as my plus one."

"Can I be male again?" she said, folding her arms like a spoiled child. "I rather liked being the Prince. It was the only thing I was good at."

"Oh come on, don't be so unhappy! Today is a fine day, as fine as the weather outside," I said before hearing shattering thunder on the roof followed by a downfall of rain.

What was I doing? Why didn't I just take my chances now before I lost it to some jerk at the dance?

I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that she was struggling with her tight clothes.

"What's the problem?" I asked, licking my lips as I watched her.

"It's stuck and uncomfortable," she said under her breath as she tried to unbutton her shirt. "Apparently, I have breasts now and they don't fit in my old outfit."

"Here, let me," I said as I walked over and ran my hands all over the silky soft fabric of her shirt which was covering perfectly round, firm breasts. Eventually I found the first button, then the second, then third, and a few seconds later her magnificent pair flailed out, causing her to blush in embarrassment.

She might have been embarrassed and blushing, but I found it incredibly hot, being the pervert I am. Without saying a word, I slowly raised my hand to cup and gently massage her chest, feeling every inch of the pale, creamy flesh of the new woman's tight-looking boobs.

My cock grew hard when I realized that these breasts had never before been touched by a man. She moaned slightly as I lightly ran my fingers all over them, proceeding to gently press and squeeze.

Trying my luck, I inched forward and touched my lips upon hers. To my surprise, I felt her put her arms around me as she pulled me closer to her. She kissed me back with the delicacy and passion of which I'd never felt from a lady before.

She ran her fingers through my hair while I lifted her up by her hips and sat her on the desk, as we entwined lips and tongues.

We were lost in the moment as I started to kiss her neck, making her moan and gently thrust. I lowered my kisses, and began suckling her delightful, virgin breasts. She moaned softly as I pleasured her in a way only a woman can understand.

When I had sucked both her small, luscious, pert breasts, I knelt and began kissing down to her stomach.

"I had no idea..." she said, throwing back her head and moaning.

"There's more to come," I assured her. She had only just been transformed, so I didn't want to be too rough, as she was technically a virgin now.

I worked my way down her stomach to her clit, and gently began to kiss and suck the small, pink nub, before working my way lower. I was shocked when I felt her hand on the back of my head with some force. "Keep going," she said, gritting her teeth.

"I will be happy to oblige, princess," I said, before continuing her new body tutorial. I lashed my tongue over her very sensitive clit, before continuing down and then licking the walls of her warm, wet pussy. She moaned even louder and wrapped her long legs around my neck, pulling me further into her cavern.

I tried to be as gentle as I could as I didn't want to hurt her. With my tongue pushing in and out of her pussy, she began to moan and writhe around under me. I tasted an ooze of cum as it dripped onto my tongue. I licked and sucked her for several minutes, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

Kissing her clit again one more time, I stood, just about ready to pull out my cock and plunge it into her thoroughly wet pussy, when we heard the door open behind us and a loud gasp.

"I demand to know what's going on in here!" The princess said as she covered her mouth.

Shit
! I looked at Joanne, who returned my look. Behind her, I heard a male voice say, "ah, typical, it's just Charles - the lazy guard - knocking up another whore."

"Watch your language, let me handle this," Princess Cynthia turned to the guard and ushered him out, locking the door over his feeble protests.

"Sorry," I gulped, scared shit-less, while Joanne looked at the wall in embarrassment. I had a feeling that I was in deep shit. I'd be lucky to
just
lose my job.

"Is what he said true?" she asked, staring intently into my eyes.

I held her gaze as best as I could, not wanting to back down, but also knowing that I was backed into a corner.

"What part, ma'am?" I gulped.

"The knocking up part."

The room was completely, insufferably silent as she waited for my answer. I gulped again.

"Yes," I whispered hoarsely, wondering if I was going to get sent to the stocks.

"I think I'd like that very much," Cynthia smiled and turned to the other woman.

"W-what?" I stuttered. "I don't think you -"

"Well, this sounds like an interesting activity," she interrupted, clapping her hands together, "I'd like to join."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. My cock sprung back to life as I looked at her in a new light. Was this really happening? Was I really going to fuck both the princess and her soon-to-be-but-not-if-I-can-help-it mate?

"Really?" I said, still in a complete state of disbelief. I mean, I've had fantasies about fucking the princess for so long that I wasn't sure I would be able to act on them.

She nodded. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?" She flipped her long, golden hair back over her shoulder and smiled widely, her smile touching her amber eyes. She was exquisitely beautiful and I wanted nothing in the world more than to bend her over the table and fuck her like the slut I knew she was.

"Well if you say so, my princess," I said looking down nervously. "But what about Jeremy?" I asked, turning to the woman formerly known as Jeremy and putting my finger discreetly to my lips.

"Oh, that old clog?" She shrugged. "Who knows where he's gone off to. Probably porking some poor maid."

Joanne harrumphed, causing the princess to look at her inquisitively.

"Did you say something?" She folded her arms across her chest and bored into the other woman with a look that could cut steel.

"No," I spoke up quickly, trying to defuse the situation. "I mean, she just had something stuck in her throat. Didn't you, Joann?"

Jo gave me the dirtiest look I had ever seen in my life, but nodded. "Yeah, something stuck in my throat."

"Great!" She clapped her hands together. "So, exactly what are we supposed to do?"