- Yes, you're crazy, old woman! - One of the guards, standing near the gate to the palace, was kicked by a tangled clump of cloth, in which a short woman was hardly guessed.

“But good lord,” she whined mournfully, interspersed with tears, “the nights are so cold now, and everyone denied me in this city!” If you ... I do not live up to the morning!

- Well, go and die, but not here, but somewhere in the garbage heap, that we would not have to drag you to her!

Suddenly, the doors flew open, and on the threshold appeared a young man, handsome and slim. All the guards immediately turned to him and bent in a deep bow.

- What's going on here? He asked in a melodious voice.

- My prince, a beggar asks for your mercy and permission to spend the night in the palace.

“Is she crazy?” And if not, why is she still alive?

- I did not want to smudge her with blood ...

“It is reasonable,” the prince interrupted, “order the soldiers to grab it and hang it somewhere in the country, on any suitable tree.”

The guard bowed again in the deepest bow, and the prince was about to retire when a powerful voice stopped him.

- Stop, prince!

Dirty rags from the old woman, like husks, crumbled to the ground, and turned into dust. The whole square was flooded with light from a ball burning in white fire. In the center of it was a female silhouette.

“The measure of your cruelty overflowed, and the curse imposed on you will affect your whole kingdom.”

The prince's face twisted a grimace of horror, he tried to hide, but he could not even move his hand or foot.

- Accept your curse! Listen to this: you will stay in the guise of a wild monster until ... ”She paused, taking a pause.

- What is silent, bitch? - forced out the prince.

The ghost of imminent punishment partly returned to him courage.

“You made the choice you were given.” While the girl does not enjoy sex with you in the ass.

- Bitch is! - With pleasure threw the prince. - Fortunately, your condition is easy to fulfill. Somebody call Elvira here.

“Have you forgotten anything, Prince?” - with a grin asked the fairy.

At that very moment, a blinding flash of lightning flashed, depriving the eyes of everyone who saw it. A few minutes later, a vociferous cry shook the city. The vision returned, but there was not a single person left who could see what happened.

***

Busy street of a medieval city. Someone bargains with someone, talking, kissing. Two young gossips, leaning out of the windows located opposite each other, vividly discuss everything noticed. On the street appears belle with a book in his hand. This is enough for a number of minor accidents in the unhurried life of citizens. She, habitually tacking between a falling ladder and a broken pot, continues to walk without taking her eyes off the opened pages.

- She is a real beauty, our Belle! - said the first gossip.

“And what a figurine,” answered the second dreamily.

Belle passed them and, slightly shaking her ass, began to move away.

- And in her ass and you can not say that it was visited by half the men of our town, and women too.

Both giggled softly.

Bella went into her room, slipping past her father, completely immersed in the scheme of the new device. She gently placed the book on the table and lifted her skirt to the waist, exposing her hips and a beautiful white ass, not covered with panties. From it stuck the end of the blue artificial member. She relaxed her belly, pulled him out, wincing slightly. Belle loved this delightful feeling of being filled within herself. And now, in his stead, came the unpleasant chill.

Before going down to the courtyard, she looked at herself in the mirror again, straightened her dress and pulled up her belt. Already downstairs, having gathered in a large basket of wheat, she scattered it in front of the hens and ducks, then poured warm swill from the cast-iron tub to the piglets, and only then went, with an armful of hay, to the stable.

- Ash, my love!

In the twilight of the stable the answer to her was an angry snore. Comte was already harnessed to a long wagon, on which, under a gray veil, its contents protruded.

- Well, well, my poor. Father probably already forgot about you.

She began to stroke the stallion, patted him on the grits, and imperceptibly for him moved the fingers below. The horse began to neigh, under his belly seemed his big black and red member.

- Belle! “Her father passed by the stable gate, calling for her.

Belle quickly pulled her hand back and wiped it on the hem.

- I'm here, father! - She ran out of the stable.

“Belle, I finally found you.” - He sat down on a short stump of a log. “This morning I received an invitation from the mayor for tomorrow afternoon.”

- What does he want from you? Belle asked sternly.

Father shrugged.

- I do not know. Although, in my opinion, he was interested in my last project. I do not lower why, but ...

“Probably,” she smiled, “because you found a way to turn silver into gold.”

- Yes? But this chemical reaction is so banal ... But the thing is different. Belle, could you go with Ash and take my latest invention to the exhibition, well, wait for me there. I have wonderful friends in the neighboring town, they will gladly take you to spend the night.

“With pleasure, Dad,” Belle answered.

Sensual goosebumps ran down her back.

- Very good! Go as soon as you are ready. - He kissed her on the cheek.

Under the measured sound of hooves and the creaking of wheels, behind the treetops, the top of the bell tower finally disappeared. Belle sat on the side of the wagon, holding the reins. From the side it might seem that she was thinking about something, looking at the forest parting before her. But in fact, her eyes did not break away from the scrotum of a horse, carrying her. Under its leather shell, huge eggs rolled regularly. She barely restrained, so as not to jump off her seat and grab them, knead, lean her cheek against them, kiss his long member. However, she decided to stop only when it began to darken, and the sounds of the largest bell had long fallen silent behind. Belle spun her companion and led him off the beaten path behind the bushes, into the green tall grass. Impatiently rushed under him, began to stroke his warm belly, the pouch of his scrotum. Ash began to impatiently dance and squat backwards. Belle, grabbing him out of the shaggy scabbard, began to rub her face against him, lick and suck on his tongue and lips.

“And now,” she said, barely breathing with emotion, “beautiful my, we will try again.”

Turning her back on a horse to his member, which was trembling with impatience, she lifted her dress on herself and lowered her white trousers, exposing her waiting ass. As soon as she managed to bend down, holding her hands on the sturgeon's strong front legs, she felt his touch on her hole. Relaxing as much as possible, she waited for more. She sensed the movement of a huge head trying to penetrate the opening of her sphincter. With regret felt pain. From experience, she knew that this pain would only intensify, the further, the more. Nevertheless, she allowed him to continue until a particularly strong push from behind her made tears in her eyes. Careful that the excited animal does not trample her, she crawled out from under his croup. Fast, skillful and deft hand movements, she quickly led him to orgasm. Ash ashamed wildly and began to irrigate the earth with long thick streams of his sperm. Belle did not let go of his penis, feeling every push of his contracting ...