{"sf1_id":714982,"sf2_id":null,"title":"It’s All in the Boots!","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3687,"posted_at":"2014-06-07T15:59:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bestiality","Cat","Feline","Girl","Human","M/F","Oral","Transformation","Underage","Vaginal","boy","fairy tale","happy ending"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/714982-it-s-all-in-the-boots","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/714982","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=714982\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#4 of Twisted Tales\n\nOK, so I know I said I wasn't going to post anything for a while, but due to not sleeping (even worse than normal) I wrote this in one sitting. I tried to edit it, so I hope it is readable. I have been running down the various fairy tales for ones that can be rewritten with a twist. I dropped by to chat with someone, so I figured I leave this behind while I was here.","content":"                You all\nknow the tale of the miller's three sons. \nWhen he died, one got the mill, one got the donkey and the youngest boy\ngot the miller's cat. Talk about getting screwed! But as we all know, the tale\nhas a happy ending. But it didn't end just like it was written. As a matter of\nfact, it didn't happen at all like the story says. Oh, some of it is accurate,\nbut overall, it was scaled back and pared down to fit into a nice, sweet, children's\nnursery story.                It\nshould be mentioned right away that the cat was hardly a normal feline. In\nthose days, there was magic, and then there was magic. One simply doesn't have\ntalking cats telling them what to do. In the original story, as written by\nCharles Perrault, the cat was given boots and a bag. That much is true.                The\nyoungest boy's name was Alvere. He had a few coins in his pocket, which he knew\nwould last him no time whatsoever. He kicked at the cat, who deftly avoided his\nclumsy attempt. \"Hey!\"                He\npaused. It wasn't every day a cat talked. \"Did you just say \"hay?\"                \"No, I\nsaid hey! Why are you kicking me?\"                \"Because\nI got stuck with you as my inheritance. What a waste!\" Then he did a double\ntake. He was talking with a cat!                \"It's\nnot my fault your father died and you happen to be the youngest. But I will\nhelp you make the best of it. Buy me a pair of boots and a bag and I will make\nyour life wonderful.\"                He knew\nhe was an idiot, but he went into town and spent his few coins on a custom pair\nof miniature boots and a tough leather bag. The cobbler thought he was crazy.\nNo one would be able to wear such small boots, not even a child! But money was\nmoney and work was work. He told the boy to come back the next day.                During\nthe night, if anyone had been watching, an orange cat could be seen walking\naround the unfinished boots, meowing and rubbing all over them. A faint glow of\npixie dust sparkled at times, but soon the room was dark and the cat was gone.\nThere were other places to be this night.                In the\nmorning, the cobbler finished the boots, brushing off the hair and dust and\nwondering where it all came from. His customer picked them, seeming less than\ndelighted and walked away carrying the adorable little pair of shoes. Maybe he\nwanted them for a doll?                The cat\npurred with delight and put them on. \"Wonderful!\"                \"Great.\"\nHe said dejectedly. \"Now my money is gone and we will starve. But you at least\nwill starve in style!\"                \"Oh\nhush.  I will find you food. And while\nI'm at it, is there anything else my master wants?\"                \"Sure.\nMake me a grand ruler and grant me more lands than I can imagine!\"                \"Anything\nelse?\"                \"Sure.\nFind me someone to share my pallet with tonight\"                She\nstuck her tongue out at him. \"You don't ask for much, do you?\"                \"Oh\nshut up.\"                It was\nmany hours later and they had moved from the village towards the capitol city.\nThis made the boy nervous, but the cat was unconcerned. They made an early day\nof it. Alvere made a fire and piled on sticks. When the cat came back, there\nwas in its mouth an enormous fish. \"Time to eat!\"                The\nfish was cooked and duly consumed. Puss, as the boy was now calling the feline,\ndecided to guard the camp from the perimeter. The boy settled down, throwing\nwood on the fire now again to drive back the cold and the dark. What he didn't\nknow was that she had made her way to the castle to visit the king and his\ndaughter to deliver some gifts. She had returned and stayed hidden from sight .                He\nheard a snapping twig and jumped up. He knew that the cat would never make such\na noise.  He could just make out a form\nin the flickering light. \"Who's there?\"                A young\ngirl came out of the shadows. His eyes noticed only two things at that moment.\nThe first was that she was nude. The second thing hardly registered to him. She\ndid have on shoes. He thought about this for a second before remembering his\nmanners. He drew off his cloak and handed it to her. She smiled and wrapped it\naround her shoulders.                \"Thank\nyou good sir! Tis cold now that the sun is down. Might I share some warmth with\nyou?\"                He\ngulped. \"If you like.\"                She turned\nand sat down with inordinate grace. He couldn't help but notice that she had\nsat across from him, cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders but her legs\nparted just enough to see...                \"What's\nyour name?\" she asked. His eyes moved up to her face.                \"My\nname is Alvere.\"                \"Hello\nAlvere. My name is Adrienne. Are you here alone?\"                He\nthought about his cat. Lousy good it was, allowing people into camp. Then he\nreconsidered. \"I am pretty much by myself. I like your name. It's very lovely!\"                \"So\nAlvere, what do you know about girls?\"                He\ngulped again. \"Nothing much. It was only boys in my house.\"                \"I see.\nYou never took advantage of any of the girls younger than you?\"                \"No!\"\nHe puffed himself up and sounded properly indignant.                 \"Relax!\nI was just teasing. Still, you can't be so dense as to not know it happens?\"                He\nfrowned. \"Yes, I've heard some of the other boys bragging.\"                \"And\nyou were never curious?\"                \"I\ndidn't say that!\"                \"Good!\nI think I have an excellent way to keep warm. Grab your blanket and spread it\non the ground. And be careful!\" she yelled, \"don't get it too close to the\nfire!\"                He\nstill managed to drop it twice in his nervousness. He had never been this close\nto a naked girl before. She had asked about his experience with girls. She\nhadn't asked about sheep. He and some of the other boys would chip in and buy\nbeer (or steal bottles of it) and take it to the meadows. There, they bribed\nthe old shepherd so that he would look the other way.                The old\nman didn't care one way or another. He dipped into his sheep whenever he\nwanted. If the boys wanted to provide him with alcohol and entertainment, who\nwas he to complain? Both were free! The only time he would yell at them was\nwhen they started roughing up the lambs. \"You boys don't need to ruin good\nlambs for market by tearing 'em up. Ewe's is good enough!\"                Alvere\nhad once or twice (or maybe more) looped a rope around one of these youngsters\nand dragged them to a tree. It was fun just getting your cock inside. Once you\ndid, they were noisy little cusses until one boy figured out a cock in the\nmouth would shut them up. And it felt good too!                He was\nsuddenly aware that he had a bulge in his trousers. So was the girl. \"Looks\nlike someone needs attention!\"                He\nblushed, though it was lost in the darkness. It might just as easily been the\nfirelight. \"What would you know?\"                \"I know\nwhat I know, and I know what I like! And I think I like you Alvere. Besides,\nI've been around a bit. I know exactly where you can put your stiff little\ncock.\"                                He\nwasn't smart, but he wasn't stupid either.  He dropped his old worn trousers and kicked\nthem away. He was left standing there in his soiled shirt. He looked neither\ndashy or romantic.                 His\ncock was standing to attention. Adrienne pulled him over to the blanket, but\ninstead of yanking him down, got on her knees in front of him. He groaned as\nshe sucked his cock into her mouth. He had never tried the lamb's mouths when\nthey were molesting them, so this was entirely new.  He suddenly realized what he had been missing.                Her\ntongue was rolling around, making him groan. He grabbed her head and worked it back\nand forth, gently at first, then with more confidence. Her nails bit into his\nbutt cheeks as they merged their movement and picked up speed. With a cry, he\nlaunched himself down her throat and spewed his seed into her stomach.                He fell\nto the blanket in an undignified heap, eyes glazed. She was licking her lips\nand smiling. \"Not done already are you?\"                Her\nquestion was moot, as she was already stroking him back to life. He had to\nwonder how a girl this young, and she looked younger than he, had managed to\nget so good in such a short amount of time.                She\npushed him onto his back and draped herself over his hips. It was no position\nany lamb had ever been in. Now that he thought about it, it might be\ninteresting to try. But for now he had this girl. She slipped over his cock\nwith surprising ease. He had heard stories...of blood and pain and screams. There\nwas none of that here. Just warmth, and slipperiness and tightness. She was\njust like the lambs! The only thing missing was the curly hair.                It was\nweird, having her on top, doing the work, He thought about trying to be macho\nand throw her down, but he was simply enjoying himself too much to bother. He\ndid manage to wonder where she came from. Puss must have rounded her up\nsomewhere for him. If that stupid cat could find such a nice little fuck like\nthis, maybe those other things he had asked for were possible too.                She was\nrising and dropping down on him with a steady, heavy rhythm. It was a good\nthing she was light, or his hips would have been aching. She also had this\nunique little grasp when she would pull up. He could tell it was purposeful. In\nthe lambs, it was the way they were regardless; cramped up and tight from the\nramming they were receiving. You could tell they weren't into by the way they\narched their back. She was doing it on purpose and seemed to be enjoying it.\nThat made him enjoy it even more.                She\nwent into a crazy little dance on his crotch, ending it with a cry before\ncollapsing on his chest. He was nearly there, so he pulled up his knees and\nslammed away until his balls exploded inside her.  She whimpered and dug her nails into his\nskin.                They\nfell asleep by the fire.                In the\nmorning, with the first rays of light, Alvere was looking forward to getting\nsome more action. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of Puss\nsitting there in the act of taking a bath. Particular attention was being given\nto some very private areas.                 \"Oh,\ngood morning master. Did you approve of the friend I found you? Did she provide\nplenty of warmth and entertainment?\"                He\nsmiled. \"Yes she did. She was very nice. Will she show up again?\"                \"She\nmight,\" she said with a smile. Then she ran off with her bag. She didn't return\nfor some time, and if you know the story, she had captured some lovely partridges\nand had taken them to the king, presenting them as a gift from her master,                 By the\ntime she got back, it was late and he was angry. \"I've had no food today. Where\nhave you been?\"                She\ngrowled a little at him. \"I've been looking to your future.\" She then stalked\noff;  tail high, to patrol the area for\ndangers.                 He was\nsitting there grumbling by the fire when he heard footsteps. He looked up and\nsaw the girl again, just as she was the night before. She had apparently been\nfollowing them.  She smiled and sat down,\nhanding him a piece of cheese. \"Here, you look hungry and I don't need you\nrunning out of steam on me tonight.\" He bit into it and nodded.                This\ntime she was on her knees, with her head down, while he pounded her from\nbehind. It was a lot like doing a lamb, only she was more stable and less prone\nto being knocked over.  He grabbed her\nhips and plowed into her like there was going to be no tomorrow. She had her\nhands planted to stabilize her body, but her head was rubbing violently on the\nblanket. When he came, he pushed himself almost to a standing position. Her\nlegs came off the ground, leaving her feet momentarily off the blanket.                He\ndropped back down to his knees, panting. He slipped out, but for the moment he\nwas too satisfied to care. She got up, lifted her ass and sat on his lap. He\ncould feel his cock ram back in and gasped. Whatever she was doing, it was\nfreakishly good. She humped his lap for a few minutes, growling and crying out\nuntil she fell forward again. It was then that he saw the tinge of  blood on his cock. It wasn't much, but it was\nthere. In the firelight, he could just see some around her rear hole.                \"Did\nyou just..?\"                She\nwiggled her ass. \"Yeah. Sometimes I like it rough.\"                They\nhad more connections before they were both exhausted. Come morning she was\ngone. Puss was back, stretching and walking gingerly. \"So young master, how is\nthis new girl working out?\"                \"I like\nher. How long will she keep showing up?\"                \"I\nsuppose as long as you like. Well, shall we be off? I need to look into getting\nyou a castle.\"                Hopefully\nyou know the story of how Puss defeated the ogre. If not, reread the original\nstory. If you'll recall, the ogre, after a few impressive transformations,\nturned into a mouse and she ate him. That's it, nothing kinky or weird. Well,\nan ogre turning into a mouse is pretty weird, but then again...                The cat\nhad of course been referring to her owner as the Master of Carabas. In a\ncleverly designed scheme, she soon had everyone in the area referring to this\nunknown lord by that title. The castle now was to become her master's but as he\nwas still a ways away, so they were going to have to wait one more night.                The\nsame routine transpired. The cat chose a grand location near a river and the\nroad. This was where they set up camp. After their meal, she slipped off into\nthe darkness. Alvere waited expectantly by the fire. He was beginning to wonder\nabout this girl. It seemed odd that she would travel the same places he did,\nyet not accompany him during the day. He was suspicious, but as there was no\none to discuss his musings with. Maybe it was because she had no clothes to\nwear.                 Sure enough, the girl showed back up. As\nusual, she was wearing only her shoes and nothing else. He had to remark about\nthis. \"Why do you travel naked? If you have shoes, why not a dress?\"                \"I go\nto bed naked. Then I get up and put on the shoes. These shoes draw me to you ...I\nthink so anyway because I always end up here, where you are.\"                He\nsmiled. She sounded just a little crazy. That; or she was lying. It hardly\nmattered to him. He had grown rather fond of these late night meetings. So was\nshe, for she was quick to undress him and pounce on his cock. She licked it\nuntil his sperm spill out, after which she lapped it all up. She returned to\nsucking it until it grew hard again. Then she rolled on her back and pulled him\nwith her. \"I want you to fuck me like you've never done it before.\"                He\nwasn't certain what that meant. So, he dropped down, kneed her legs apart, and\nrammed it in with more savagery than he felt. He liked her and didn't want to\nhurt her. But she seemed into it. She grabbed his shoulders and hung on. He\nthought of little lambs and naked girls and the stories the older boys had told\nand was soon pounding away like a madman.  And so they carried on into the wee hours of\nthe morning.                Come daylight,\nPuss was sitting there looking at him. \"Oh fine master, I would suggest that\nyou take a bath. The river is close by and there is no telling who you might\nmeet on the road. It would be best to be at least a little clean.\"                He\nfound the idea acceptable. He smelled a little gamey from being out on the\nroad. He got up and headed for the river. The cat grabbed his clothes and hid\nthem in a bush. She knew the king and princess, plus a whole entourage of royal\nservants would be coming by. Of this, you should remember from the original\nstory.                Puss\nstopped the carriage, and the king recognized her right way. \"Whatever is the\nmatter, little one?\"                \"My\nmaster! Oh my poor master! Thieves and brigands have taken his belongings,\nright down to his clothes. Then they dumped him in the river and laughed at\nhim. You must help!\"                The\nking directed his servants to get the lad from the river and find him suitable clothes.\nOnce he was duly dressed, he did indeed look the part of a young prince. The\nking invited him into the carriage. He was nervous what to say to one of such\nroyal bearing, knowing full well he himself was an imposter. But his mouth\nfailed him when he saw the princess. She seemed to narrow her focus at him as\nwell.                He was\ncarful with what he said. \"Hello princess. You are quite lovely.\"                \"And\nyou prince, are quite handsome. Have we met before?\"                He\nwasn't certain how to reply. This was the same girl he had been screwing for\nthe past three nights, yet, how could it be? She lived in the castle and that\nwas too far for one person to walk at night. Besides, she didn't seem to fully\nrecognize him. Then again, she looked a bit different in royal clothing, as\nopposed to being naked. His thoughts nearly betrayed him and he had to fight\ndown an erection.                He too\nmight seem different now that he was in good clean clothing. The carriage\njerked to a start as they headed off towards his \"castle\". Puss had already\nmade proper arrangements with the staff, telling them of their new master and\nhow the king was going to visit. The staff spent the entire night cleaning up\nthe bones and mess left by the ogre and by the time the royal parade arrived,\nthe place was nearly perfect. Puss made the announcement of her master, and the\ncastle's crew all made bows and pretended they had known him for years. Whoever\nhe was, he would be better than an ogre. The king was impressed.                So,\ncutting to the chase, the princess married the miller's son and moved into the\ncastle. On their wedding night, he was surprised to find that the princess was\na virgin. He had wondered about her tales of lust, but was willing to forgive\nthem in light of how well she was in performing. They lay there for a while\nafter their third or fourth time. He finally had to ask. \"My dearest one, how\nare you so good, being yet inexperienced and all?\"                She smiled\nand kissed him. \"I have had many a dream, my husband, and in those dreams I did\nthe most sinful things. Some of them were with you, I think, or someone much\nlike you. The days leading up to our meeting at the river are very much burned\ninto my memory. I could almost swear it was you. Does that sound strange?\"                \"No. Call\nit premonition. I'm glad we met when we did.\" He hugged her and thought to\nhimself, and I owe it all to a cat. That made him sit up. \"I'll be right back.\"                He\nfound Puss sitting in her own room, one he had reserved for her exclusive use.\nShe saw him and smiled. \"How was the wedding night?\"                \"Fine!\nAnd she was a virgin too. How is that possible?\"                \"Silly\nboy, because she never had sex before!\"                \"But\nshe is the same girl who had been coming to me at night. We had a lot of sex.\"                \"Now\nhow could the princess come to you at night in the middle of nowhere? That's\nridiculous. It was only you and me out there in the wilds.\"                \"But\nshe was there! I'm not crazy!\"                \"No,\nbut you're not as well versed in life as I am. Put a little magic in the boots,\nand make another pair with the same magic and you'd be surprised what you can\ndo.\"                \"I\ndon't understand!\"                \"I\ndropped magic powder on my boots, and I dropped magic power on the princess's\nshoes. I stole a pair that fit her perfectly. That way, I could change into her\nform and make love to you. You wanted a companion at night didn't you?\"                He\ngulped. \"Well, yes, but you mean I've been screwing a cat?\"                She\ngiggled. \"They don't call it getting pussy for nothing young one. I assumed the\nprincess's shape. But you see, I'm no virgin. If you will recall, I have had\ntwo litters since coming to the mill. I am well rounded in the ways of pleasing\nmales.\"                \"But\nwhat about Adrienne?\"                \"What\nabout her?\"                \"Will\nshe be able to do all that stuff too?\"                \"In\ntime.\"                He\npaused. \"Came you and I do again then sometime?\"                \"Alvere!\nYou have a wife now!\"                \"I\nknow. But can we?\"                She\npurred in his face. \"As often as you like dear, as often as you like.\"                "}