This Time, Cinderella Transforms

"Why, thank you, Fairy Godmother! I'll take good care of it!" Ella spun, her skirts shimmering blue and silver. Fairy Godmother beamed, her curly gray hair bouncing joyously.

"My Ella, I wish I could have protected you," she murmured. Sorrow looked odd on her round, ruddy cheeks. Her face was made to smile, and so Ella shook her head.

"Fairy Godmother, don't worry, please. This is more than enough. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen!" And it was. The light blue matched her eyes perfectly, and the glass slippers were so absolutely fabulous, she knew nobody would look twice at her suspiciously pumpkin-hued carriage. Or her slightly furry footmen.

With a wave for her teary Fairy Godmother, Ella accepted the gloved hand of one of those footmen, and shuddered as she met his glassy eyes. No matter what they looked like, these were still rats. Honestly, she wondered why Fairy Godmother hadn't simply conjured enough gold to pay for a hired carriage.

But it was best not to question generosity. She'd known very little of it. Who was Ella, to say what was the best way to magick a carriage? Maybe transforming a pumpkin had some sort of hidden benefit! Or maybe it was just easier. It was a bit careless. Fairy Godmother was a careless woman, though. After one of her visits, Ella had found her wand lodged in a fireplace log. As in, she'd chopped into the log and found the wand buried deep in the wood. As though it had grown that way.

She'd been curious about the wand, so she'd given it a test wave. A patch of grass had immediately caught on fire. Ella had then returned it to Fairy Godmother without a word.

If Fairy Godmother was careless enough to mislay the source of her power, Ella could hardly expect her to properly charter a coach and footmen. With that settled, she leaned back into the firm, textured seat. God, she hoped the pumpkin wasn't getting goo on her new dress.

...

When Ella stepped from her carriage, all her concerns vanished. The palace was glittering with countless lights, and fabrics in a rainbow of colors hung from every window and spire. If she was discovered right now and sent back to her stepmother, it would already have been enough. She paused there, on the path, just in case... but not a single guard looked her way.

Ella joined the flood of people heading for the doors. Every young maiden in the land had come, as bidden, but a few older ladies had apparently decided to try their luck as well. Each of the young women was more beautiful than the last. There was no way Ella would attract the prince, but that didn't matter. The ball would be fun anyways. Already she could hear a jaunty tune echoing in the evening air. She longed to try her new glass slippers on the dance floor.

As soon as she passed through the enormous doors, Ella made for the center of the ballroom, then stopped dead. Every person on the dance floor was partnered with a member of the opposite sex. The women, to a one, looked politely disinterested, while the men grinned widely and allowed their hands to roam. In short, it was not what she'd imagined. Weren't courts supposed to be filled with beautiful, kind people? Where were they? Were these all common visitors?

But no. She watched an older man in fine blue-and-gold dresswear plant his pale hands firmly on a young woman's ass. No common man could afford clothes like that. At least the woman he was groping didn't seem to mind... but this was hardly appropriate for a public ball!

A hand touched her elbow, and Ella yelped, pulling away.

"My apologies," a smooth male voice murmured from beside her. "I was wondering if I might have this dance?"

Ella turned to look at her mysterious admirer. As she did, the song switched to a slow waltz, and the crowd seemed to pull back. A handsome man, his long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, bowed graciously before her with his hand outstretched. His eyes were bright, hypnotic green.

She nodded dumbly, and he smiled in a flash of white teeth. "Wonderful," he said, and stood. Ella took his hand and let him lead her onto the dance floor. Twirling couples brushed too close to her, skirts lashing at her ankles. Hands began to roam in her direction, but when the dark-haired man cast a look into the crowd, the dancers gave them a wide berth.

"Are you... Prince Erik?" Ella whispered. Her hands felt clammy. This was too much.

"Prince Erik?" He looked surprised, then laughed. "No, not Prince Erik. That is our honorable Prince Erik." The man pointed at a weedy man with short, stringy blond hair. He was pressing a blushing maiden in a rosy pink dress into the wall, his hand palming at her breast. Ella shuddered.

"I am glad I did not meet him. Who, then, are you?" She looked up at him with a much more comfortable curiosity as they began to dance, smooth and slow, with an appropriate amount of space between them.

"Me? Ah, I'm the shame of the royal family. Erik's unmarried elder brother, Aleksander." He smiled, and Ella's heart flipped.

"B-but... why are you unmarried? You're far more handsome than-" Ella bit her tongue. "My apologies."

"Do not apologize!" Aleksander laughed, throwing his head back. Ella watched his throat bob. His nose was long and straight, and his bottle-green eyes were more than a little mischievous. God, she'd have quite a night to look back on later! She'd already insulted the prince to his brother!

"I am unmarried because..." His smooth voice dropped an octave, becoming deep and gravelly. Ella wanted to melt into the floor, or perhaps into his arms. "Most women find it impossible to satisfy my requirements."

"You're picky, then?" Ella chewed her lip. Maybe she would be the fulfillment of this handsome prince's desires!

"Picky, no. Truly, the woman can look like almost anything, though beauty like yours would certainly be a plus." Ella was briefly disappointed, but then her heart soared. She didn't always look like this, so that was for the best. If he could look past her tattered rags to the woman beneath, she would ask for nothing more.

"What are your requirements, then?" Ella was being too forward. He would surely be put off!

Aleksander leaned towards her slightly, his hand on the small of her back. "You truly have not heard the rumors about me? Where have you been, my lady?"

She swallowed. He was so close. They probably looked like one of the inappropriate couples, getting busy on the dance floor, but she couldn't quite find it within herself to care.

"What are the rumors?" Ella's voice came out breathy, and Aleksander's eyes flashed. He looked down at her lips.

"Well, my lady, they say..." he leaned closer again, his breath brushing her cheek. "They say that the elder prince is a sexual deviant, who requires his wife to submit to ungodly transformative magicks for his pleasure."

Ella was caught in his gaze. Sexual deviant? Transformative magicks? This was quickly spinning out of control, and yet... she was already transformed. And Fairy Godmother could change her back. And this was her one night; she'd have to return to the cinders tomorrow. And he was so handsome. So dangerous.

What did she have to lose?

"I... would not mind requirements of that nature," Ella breathed, so quiet she barely felt the words pass her lips.

Aleksander stopped dancing. He regarded her for a moment, his fingers laced with hers, and then in one movement locked his hand around her wrist like a chain and began to walk. "No backing out now," he growled, the smoothness all but gone. Ella shuddered, and ignored the curious gazes of the blushing dancers as she followed the elder prince.

He took her up the stairs, his grip like a vise. "Where are we going?" she gasped.

Without stopping or turning, Alexander hissed, "You surely cannot expect me to wait after hearing that?"

Ella shook her head, then remembered he couldn't see her. "I do not mind," she whispered. "There is no better time than tonight."

The section of the palace they were in was dark. Aleksander took them around corner after corner, passing door after door, until they reached the end of a long hallway. "Welcome to my room, my lady," he said, and pushed open the door.

An opulent bedroom was revealed, glowing warm and orange in the torchlight. His bed was enormous, covered with smooth silk sheets and fluffy pillows, and a gorgeous oak desk sat in one corner. In another corner was an odd contraption. A series of pipes and glass bottles were connected by twisted tubes, culminating in a single vial of glowing green liquid resting on the table below.

"Sit, please," he murmured, leading her to the bed. Ella sat, still strangely without nerves. Whatever he was going to do to her, it couldn't be worse than the torture she went through every day at the hands of her stepmother and stepsisters. Plus, Fairy Godmother could transform her back at any time. No sense in telling Aleksander that, though. He would probably prefer the changes to be irreversible, considering he'd called them requirements.

Aleksander walked towards her, now carrying the green vial, an odd fervor glowing in his matching green eyes. "Would you tell me your name, my lady?"

Ella hesitated. That would make this feel more real, somehow, but she honestly wanted to do this. She wanted to plumb the depths of this man's depravity. She wanted to see if his desires could make her feel something. Anything was better than the numbness she was used to.

"Ella," she finally said, and Aleksander grinned.

"A lovely name," he murmured, his voice like butter. "Please, Ella, drink this."

The use of her name sent a shiver up her spine. It sounded fucking delicious. She took the vial from him and drained it in one gulp. He exhaled sharply. "Good girl."

At first, Ella felt nothing. She was about to tell Aleksander that his sex concoction hadn't worked when her pussy began to tingle, then burn. "Is it- supposed- to hurt?" she gasped, writhing. Silk sheets tangled in her legs.

Aleksander nodded, then licked his lips. "Yes."

Well, then. Might as well enjoy it. The burning sensation increased to a painful degree, and she reached down to itch it, to slap it, to do something, and felt... a lump. No, not a lump. A dick. She'd grown a fucking dick.

With her hand on it, Ella felt it lengthen, growing hard. With surprise, she realized that she could feel it too; a warm, pleasurable feeling extended along the growing shaft. Not unlike her clit had once felt.

She couldn't resist the urge to stroke it, gingerly, with one finger. Aleksander gasped. "Ella," he whispered. "I think that dress needs to come off."

Ella tore her blue-and-silver dress away, feeling it rip in her hands. She didn't care. All that mattered was her hard cock, and her warm hand, and the gooey sensation that was spreading all over her body. "Ungh," she gasped, and gripped her dick hard.

"Good girl." Aleksander's breath was coming fast. "Oh, what a gorgeous fucking cock that is. Oh, yeah, jerk off, you slut."

Ella moaned. "I- I'm not a slut," she gasped, but she was moving her hand back and forth, and her dick was so warm and tingly and good.

"You are, you are, though, look at you tugging on that fat cock, like a brainless whore." Aleksander's voice was low and gravelly. She couldn't look at him, so consumed was she with stroking her dick, but she heard the rustling of clothes and assumed he'd begun to disrobe.

"Umh," she moaned, unable to form words. "Feels... so..."

"That's a good girl. Learn how pleasurable it feels."

Ella looked at him with half-lidded eyes. He'd taken off his clothes, revealing a muscular figure. He wasn't touching himself, though. How could he resist, if jerking off felt this good? She closed her eyes again and kept moving her fist. Something wonderful was building inside her.

"Now, now, that's quite enough." Aleksander's voice was smooth, gentle, admonishing. "Come here."

She didn't listen, and gripped her cock harder. She tried running a thumb over the head, and gasped. "Fuck," she whined.

"Obey when I command you, Ella." Aleksander sounded angry, but she couldn't stop. Then, she felt his fist tangling in her hair, and with one arm he pulled her from his bed. She was kneeling before him before she knew what was happening, her hands still desperately stroking.

"Stop," he said, and this time his voice was so deep and commanding, she took her hands off and looked at him. Right at eye level was his dick. It was smaller than hers, but that wasn't saying much; she'd put her length at an obscene eight inches, while he was around seven. He was so long and throbbing and engorged, though. Fuck, was she really a slut?

"Suck it, slut," he crooned. "Hands behind your head." Ella obeyed, dipping forward to lick his head with her tongue. He groaned, and, encouraged, she took him in her mouth and began to suck, swirling her tongue.

"Good. Good. Very good girl," Aleksander grunted. Ella was entirely absorbed. His dick tasted like salt and skin and sweat, and she wanted to suck it forever. How had she never tried this before? Why had she deprived herself for so long?

Her own cock was twitching, and a loose pleasure was firming low in her stomach. Only a slut would get off on sucking dick, probably. She couldn't find it within herself to care anymore, and her head continued to bob back and forth. Aleksander's fist tangled in her hair, and she moaned on his cock. Fuck the dress, fuck Fairy Godmother, fuck her stepmother and stepsisters and dead father. Nothing mattered but this.

His dick twitched, and she yelped in surprise as sticky cum flooded her mouth. Aleksander yanked at her hair as he came, and with a low groan she came too, pleasure overriding everything.

It wasn't enough.

Aleksander looked down, then right into her eyes. He seemed surprised. "Did you cum on the floor?" he murmured, and Ella nodded. Her hands were still positioned behind her head, but her dick was still hard and she wanted nothing more than to keep touching it.

"Oh, you're going to be such a good slut for me," he whispered. "You don't need to go back to your peasant village anymore. You'll live right in this room with me, and you'll be my cock whore. Everybody in the court will know what you are, because you'll be hard all the time, dripping, glassy-eyed, blushing. I'll keep you constantly horny, so you'll be ready to service me at a moment's notice. Does that sound good to you?"

Ella couldn't speak. She swallowed, and nodded. Aleksander smiled. "Oh, very good. Let's start with your uniform."

He knelt and pulled an enormous black chest from under his bed. She didn't move, only watched as he opened it and started to pull things out. Her body felt tingly all over.

First, Aleksander held up a pink ribbon. "We'll make a little bow for your girlcock, pretty her up a bit," he murmured, and tied the ribbon around the base of her dick. It twitched as his hand brushed it, and Ella nearly came again right there. It looked obscene.

Her thighs were splayed, her breath hard and fast, her hands still fastened behind her head. Her dick had a pink bow tied onto it, and her nipples were hard as diamond. She looked like a whore. And, somehow, Ella didn't mind at all. In fact, she wanted more. How depraved could she get? How slutty could she be?

Next, he pulled out a fluffy, gauzy pink negligee. Instead of a built-in bra, the chest area consisted of a stringy cut-out bikini that would ring her nipples, but not cover them. She put it on without complaint, her arms grateful to finally rest, and the fabric brushed her hard nipples pleasantly. Her dick stuck out from underneath the garment, which was barely long enough to cover her ass.

"I like the glass slippers," Aleksander murmured, tilting his head to look at her. "Yes, we'll keep those. I'll have a few more pairs made."

He pulled something else out of his box. Ella swallowed. She felt ridiculous already. Ridiculous, humiliated, and yet... a glob of precum was already beginning to ooze from her piss hole. She squirmed, rubbed her thighs together, but it offered no relief to her throbbing dick. Her vagina was gone, her clit transformed, and she couldn't find it within herself to miss them.

"Here." Aleksander leaned behind her and tied something around her neck, then placed a ring in her mouth. A ring gag. Her lips tightened around it, her tongue lolling out. She panted. Fuck. She couldn't see herself, but she knew she looked like a slut.

"Good god, Ella, you look like a dream," Aleksander said, taking a lock of her hair in his fingers and twisting it. She felt exposed, but locked eyes with him anyways. Slowly, without looking away, she squatted and spread her legs again so that her dick jutted out wantonly.

Aleksander's jaw tightened. "Ella, if you want to display yourself, we have other options." He gestured vaguely towards the door, without looking away from her.

"Mhhagh," she said, drool escaping her lips. Aleksander watched as a line ran down her face and dripped onto the floor. She tried to speak again, but could only manage a series of guttural noises around the ring gag. "Ggwhil uuh eeh eeeh ghooo." She licked her lips, catching the drool before it could run down her face again.

"That's perfect. Cock-girls shouldn't speak the human tongue. You should just squeal and grunt and drip and cum, like a good dick-slut."

Ella moaned again, and with the ring gag shaping her mouth it sounded low and animalistic. How far she had fallen in so short a time! Perhaps the indignities her stepmother had forced her to endure had paved the way for this. It didn't really matter either way, though. She didn't think she could ask Fairy Godmother to take her cock away. The pleasure coursing through her veins was new and slutty and perfect. If she was to be a cock-girl, and abandon her humanity, that would be a small price to pay for this ecstasy.

"I honestly hadn't thought much beyond the initial transformation, but there are so many little improvements we could make." Aleksander's green eyes were alight with something dangerous. Ella shuddered. Her dick twitched.

"First of all, your tits are pretty nice, but they're a bit small. It shouldn't be too hard to make a potion that would increase their size. And you'll have to start working out. A cock-girl should ripple with useless, slutty muscles. It will please me to see your abs working while you impale your ass on my cock."

Ella's eyes widened. She could almost see it. How perfect would that be? She nodded vigorously and bounced a little, her dick wagging up and down. She'd exercise for him.

"Hmm, good cock-slut. I think we'll have to introduce your depravity to the court slowly. For at least a month or so you'll wear normal gowns and appear at functions as my future wife. Those who knew of my requirements will understand what's beneath your dresses, but the King and Queen have concealed the depths of my interests quite successfully. I think I'll commission a series of increasingly revealing gowns for you to wear. Eventually..." he trailed off, then gestured broadly to her.

"Your true nature will be revealed."