Author's notes: Welcome to my third Fucking Fairytale! I hope you'll like it, and please rate and leave a comment! A warning: while it would've been simple enough to transform this fairytale with just regular crossdressing, this version contains magical transformations and dick-girls, and if that's not your thing, I suggest trying something else.
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Once upon a time there was a woman who was as stubborn as a goat, and whenever she'd decided on something, there was no changing her mind. One time she said that she would never be with a man, and indeed not even let a man into her house, and to the great chagrin of all the men that would love to partake both of her great wealth and her incredibly sexy body, she stood by her word even as all her friends started settling down and having children.
"Oh, you stubborn old goat," all her friends and family said, "will you not change your mind? Don't you want to have children?"
"I never said anything about not having children. Indeed, I'll have so many you might as well call me Mother Goat. But I will not have a man!"
"But you cannot have children without a man," everyone told her.
"I said I'll have children, and I will have children," said the stubborn woman, and went on to adopt seven girls from the local orphanage. And from then on, she was indeed known as Mother Goat, with her seven young kids, and they were all quite as stubborn as she was.
Time passed, and the girls grew into very lovely young ladies indeed, who attracted quite a few stares when they strolled around town with their hot mama. In particular there was one lad who couldn't take his eyes off them. It was said of him that he had a wolfish appetite, and so he was often called Wolf, and he was known to be a tricky fellow. But Mother Goat noticed his lingering eyes, and warned her girls to take care when they were home alone, for she feared he would try to get in, and she wouldn't tolerate men in her house. The girls all promised, and told her not to worry; they would no sooner mistake a man for a woman than a wolf for a goat!
It wasn't long after that Mother Goat had to leave on an errand, and the lad Wolf decided to try his luck while she was away. He went to the house, knocked, and said, "Open the door, I'm a friend of your mother, I've travelled far and bring a gift for each of you!"
(He had indeed; in his bag he had gags and cuffs and rope, and his dick was hard and ready.)
But the stubborn goat girls replied with a sneer and a laugh. "Ha! With a voice like that? You do not sound like a woman, and we will not let a man into our mother's house!"
And so the lad Wolf had to go, but he would not give up yet. He went to the Witch Queen, whom it was said could change most anything into whatever they liked, and asked for something to make his voice soft and high, like a woman's. The Witch Queen gave him a potion, but they warned him that if he did ill with it, the misdeed would likely come back to bite him.
"Keep your advice, or we'll see whose bite is worse," said the lad, and drank the potion. Then he went to Mother Goat's house, and with a voice as soft and sweet as a mountain brook, he asked the girls inside to open the door.
(And once that was open, he'd have them open their legs to him, too.)
But the girls were still as stubborn as goats, and they peered through the peephole, and saw his broad and muscled chest, and again they turned him away.
"Ha! With a body like that?" they sneered. "You may sound like a woman, but you don't look like a woman, and we will not let a man into our mother's house!"
So the lad Wolf returned to the Witch Queen, and asked them for an ample bosom and a nice dress to wear, and the Witch Queen gave him a potion that would transform his torso completely, and asked if he wouldn't want his dick exchanged with a pussy while he was at it.
"I'll keep the tool I know how to use, thanks," said the lad. "Perhaps you'd like to see just how good I am?"
But the Witch Queen declined and repeated their advice that any misdeed would likely fuck with him in turn.
"I'll fuck
you
if you don't can it, whether you like it or not," said the lad, and drank the potion. And the Witch Queen said nothing more as he went for the third time to Mother Goat's house.
"Open the door," he said once more in his new, sing-song voice. "I'm a friend of your mother, I've travelled far and bring a gift for each of you!"
The girls peered again through the peephole, and saw a generous cleavage secured in a finely tailored (if somewhat promiscuous) dress, and they believed this was truly a woman, and opened up the door.
But who should come in but the lad called Wolf! While he sounded and looked quite feminine, he was quick to whip up his skirt and show them that he was still very much a man, hard and hungry for pussy.
The girls were terrified and wanted to hide themselves. One sprang under the table, the second into the bed, the third into the fireplace, the fourth into the kitchen, the fifth into the cupboard, the sixth into the bathroom, and the seventh into the clock-case. Immediately the lad Wolf took chase, and he found them one by one, and let the others listen as he had his way with them.
He dragged the first from under the table, and threw her belly-down upon it, lifting her dress up and tearing off her panties, so her wet snatch and puckered hole were quite exposed.
"Judging by how wet you are and how easy you were to find, I think you might want this, little goat," said the lad Wolf, and in truth, he was correct. But the girl was far too stubborn to admit it, and insisted that her mother would kill her if he took her virginity.
"Well," said the lad, while rubbing his dick against the wet folds of her vagina, making the girl moan despite herself, "I suppose if that's how you like it, I'll have to make do with a different way."
And with his dick now all lubed up, he sat it against the girl's puckered back door, and gently but firmly pushed it open.
"Oh, oh, oh, that's..." said the young woman, and then she didn't say anything else, but moaned ever louder as more and more of his dick found its way into her dark passage. She had played with pushing her thumb in there before, and some toys, but nothing like this. He was so big, stretching her so wide, but he was careful, too, listening to every sound she made, and to her breath, and only pressed on when she was ready for him. Still, it didn't take long before he'd buried himself within her to the hilt.
