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Ballroom of Cross-Dressing

By: CrimsonStar

Commissioned by: "False_Princess" from SoFurry

Many years ago, in a far away kingdom. A fatidic night had just set in and the cool air of a spring night blew against the castle, singing with its invisible voice, hitting against the stone and glass. It was in this chilly scenario, that a small band of assassins slid along the shadows left by flickering stars and a wailing moon, sneaking around the corridors of the castle with a set prey in their minds.

Unsure even to this day who or why; still not knowing whether that was their objective or just the result of some malicious plan gone wrong, it was during that dark night many years ago, that Malena´s mother was killed. Slain in her own chambers; crimson stain on a silk carpet. It was also that night, when the twins Malena and Argol were separated for the first time since they conception. Divided paths that would last until their teen years, when they would meet each other, and yet unknowing they were siblings they would become inseparable friends and allies. In time, blood would prove to be thicker than water, and they would discover everything about their lineage, at which point Argol moved into the castle and reluctantly acquired the title of "Prince".

As time continued to stride by, the "Prince" soon became even more distanced with nobility. Castle life bored him, it seemed to him monotonous and dull; more fit for dead people and old men postered to their chairs than for one of his wit and skill. Inevitably, Argol found himself taking longer and longer trips into the untamed wilds, and returning every time with the head of a different monstrosity murdered by his blade. His martial skill soon granted him a place sitting next to the most expert military tacticians, another field in which he effortlessly exceeded, even if to this day, he still refuses the title of "Prince" and instead introduces himself as "Monster Hunter". It is this title that has gained him ample and wide recognition among the fair people of the kingdom.

Inevitably, his way of life gained him many enemies, since not few of the slaughtered fiends were servants for evil masters or agents in twisted dark missions. Many of these vendettas fell into silence as the years passed into the present, however while the young noble may have forgotten those wounded promises of revenge often muttered against him, his enemies are and have always been far from the forgetting type.

Nowadays, Argol continues to live in the massive palace that also houses Malena, along with a court of nobles that often spend their time in posh parties or wasting their lives with with some fancy new fashion fidgetry. Fortunately for him, in his room Argol had all the "fancy" he needed: A hydrosteel reinforced longsword and a self-reloaded repeating crossbow ready to fire. He had big plans for tonight, while the whole court of faceless puppets was dancing to some repetitive boring music, he would go and check on the rumours of a hooded man slithering around the castle´s outer walls.

By the time he finished arming himself, he could feel the a strange scent being picked up by the swift breeze coming from the northern mountains. Even if he didn't spend much time in the castle, he was well familiarized with its nooks and crannies and especially with the smell of freshly cut vegetation that the wind often carried. This was not what he was smelling. Maybe the rumours were true after all.

He rushed out of his room and immediately scanned the massive garden in bloom. It seemed pretty tranquil. Except for that silhouette standing next to one of the distant pillars. He pretended for a second to not have noticed and casually walked to the middle of the open area. Suddenly shifting on his tracks and plunging himself against that shadow. The being darted in the opposite direction barely being able to dodge the dextrous prince. As it turned to him, he could see a scarred face below the black hood. The prince steeled himself to shoot a punch right into the invader´s face, but his enemy was quick to duck and backwards-rolled back into his feet. As the prince drew his sword, the scarred man sprinted back to the middle of the garden, crossing it and reaching the door of Malena´s room before Argol could catch up with him and trip his feet with his sword. As the scarred man fell down to the floor, he turned back to the prince to reveal a twisted smile of missing teeth, as the prince realized this, it was too late to dodge out of the way of the black spell that the man casted. Argol was flooded by radiant green light, and even if he was able to move, he could feel his will being stripped away from him, slowly falling into some decadent madness as all he managed to do was wail in desperation.

Back in the ballroom, Malena could feel her heart shrinking for an instant, as she witnessed from her boring spot in between the nobles, the blink of light out in the garden. She tried to rush through the door, but she was quickly grabbed by the arm by one of the attending nobles. "Oh come on deary, its too early for you to leave." Malena tried to excuse herself, but the old woman that was grappling her seemed awfully strong for such an elderly person. Before she could take consciousness of the green eyes that the senile woman sported, all doors in the ballroom were suddenly closed with a deafening blow. As the old hag began to laugh and the lights began to slow, so did Malena realize the trouble she was in. When she glanced around, she could see herself surrounded by blank stares. Every man in the room had the same emotionless blank expression while most the women were one by one fainting. "The party just started sweetheart."

As Malena turned to the witch holding her arm, she could see her face turning into some twisted lipless abomination of falling gray hair. Before she could react, a blow to her nape threw her off balance, and nullified any attempt she made to regain consciousness.

Among her last figments of wounded reality, she could see the expressionless men mechanically motioning their way out of the ballroom. They continued to march in line, as if guided by some unseen puppeteer down into the chambers for the nobility.

-Lets see your pride, nobles. Dress in the garments of those you fuck! -commanded the voice of the twisted witch as the men brutally tore down the locked doors and went inside to ravage the wardrobes of noblewoman, throwing away countless pieces each, until each found the perfect set for their denigration.

Over there you could see the Duke putting on his wife´s pantyhoses, tearing them up as his fat legs went into it, then continuing to clad his feet into some turquoise sandals, with so much force that it ripped apart its wires yet somehow the footwear remained in place. Much to the laughter of Count Swartz who was trying to fit his corpulent body inside a purple dress, ripping its fabric to get inside, with his arms remaining trapped before the openings, being able to just ridiculously wave his hands around. So continued the show, until every nobleman had dressed himself into the outfit of both legitimate or illegitimate lover.

Malena´s painful screech broke the silence of the charade as she was back in the ballroom being dragged into the kitchen by the arthritic hand of the witch, who slammed her against a nearby wooden table.

-Don't worry sweetie, you still get to have fun, you and your pussy brother will get punished for meddling with what you don´t understand! -As she finished talking, she slammed Malenas throat with her first and forced her to open her mouth as she poured some black slimy concoction inside her. Sealing it inside with a kick to her neck.

As soon as the potion reached her stomach, Malena was able to feel its effects taking over his mind: Like a banging drum she could feel her body shaking in agony.

-Oh don't worry, the agonizing pain is just the first part, the main course must be arriving just about now...

As the witch spoke, a squadron of noblewomen walked into the room, each wearing their most fancy dresses, and one by one formed a line in front of Malena.

-Oh, look at the princess, such a tomboy. Such lack of taste. -Spitted one of them, she was wearing some high heel brown boots.

-"So beautiful", my pig husband says. "So pretty and well mannered", he says. Oh just wait until he sees this filthy whore down on her knees. -Barked another one, as she extended her left feet, adorned by a purple sandal- Come on princess, why don't you tell me what you think of my new footwear.

Upon hearing the word, Malena´s head lifted up as if forced by an invisible hand and her gaze was fixed upon the purple sandals. In the numbness of her mind she could feel this massive attraction towards them, they seemed to be the world for her at the time, she desired those sandals with a massive urge.

-They... They are perfect. -she mumbled against her will.

-Are they now? -answered the noblewoman between giggles- And what do you want to do with them? -she finished with a grin, slightly rising her foot.

-I want them. I want them. They are perfect, beautiful, they are the best... I have to touch them...

The woman kicked Malenas face throwing her to the side.

-Kiss them, whore.

Then she spat on Malena.

The dawned princess grabbed the shoe with trembling hands and began to slowly put its lips over it. The noblewoman hit her on the face again.

-Do it like you love them bitch!

Malena pounced back to the feet of the woman, this time maddened by desire and began shoving her face against the woman´s feet, kissing them as passionately as she could, wetting both shoe and wearer with her saliva. Before long she heard the voice of the the other woman, as she showed her boots to Malena. "What about mine?" Malena briefly turned her head towards the boots being offered, and immediately lunged herself like a cat chasing some shiny material. This time she used her tongue to desperately cover the boot with her saliva, as if she were cleaning the boot with her tongue, trying to cover every nook and cranny, getting rid of every impurity in what to her felt like some sort of divine artifact.

After continuing with the other boot of the set under the laughter of noblewomen, she was pushed away by the witch that had been watching the whole spectacle.

-Enough sweetie.

Malena began trembling in anxiety, she desired... No, she NEEDED those beautiful boots, and sandals, she wanted them more than anything else.

-Oh, don't worry little princess, there are many more for you serve. -continued the witch, as a group of buffoonly dressed men wearing women´s attire marched into the room, still bearing in their faces the emotionless expression of those who have been put deep into the slumber of a powerful spell.

Those that were able to somehow fit into the elegant dresses, had ripped them apart at the sewings and were barely able to breath due to the pressure; but what immediately drew Malena´s attention were their clearly female footwear. Sandals, shoes, high-heels, low-heels, simple, adorned, all kinds of sizes of female shoes were being bizarrely displayed in front of her, containing inside them sweaty and hairy male feet, way oversized for them to the point that many were barely able to remain inside the shoe at all times.

-Give in to your desire. -commanded the witch.

Even before she could finish talking, Malena was already walking in all fours like a dog looking for food, licking every shore in her way at least once, kissing them, caressing them sucking on the tips and heels, moaning with every different texture and color she encountered, complimenting them like lovers, wanting to fuck them like a cheap whore.

-Oh my! Someone is getting horny I see. -exclaimed the witch as she looked at the noblewoman with an accomplice´s smile- Why don't we bring in the main course?

As Malena rose up her head, she couldn't help but watch in silence as her brother Argol entered the room, dressed completely in one of her own outfits. A pink royalty dress, adorned with rose laces and white sockets with rosy opals adorning it. Its wide skirt weaved with every step he gave, barely being able to hide his erect manhood below it. His legs had been shaved and covered with oversized pink socks to go with the delicate pink heels he wore. Finally he had had his hair adorned with a jeweled tiara stained with roseate insertions.

-Do you like your brother, sweetie? -continued the witch, as she pulled Argol closer to Malena- He has a secret, you see? He has been wanting to let it go all night.

The witch raised the frontal part of Argol´s skirt to reveal his erect penis, that instantly sprung to Malenas face, too big to fit into the female underwear he was wearing.

-Why don't you have some fun too, princess boy?

As if he had been suddenly let out of a leash, Argol grabbed Malena by her hair and forcefully introduced his entire penis into her mouth, almost provoking her gag reflex to fire up. The sudden force was enough to briefly bring Malena out of her febrile hypnosis, as she tried to push Argol away with both hands.

-Oh, lookie at that. Somebody is trying to be naughty. -interrupted the witch, as green light began emanating from her twisted hand and was shot directly at Malena, shoving her back against the stone wall- Since you love using your hands so much, why don't we do something about them?

Malena watched in horror as the spell was reinstated on her, this time with an additional effect. She could see her hands suddenly turning into an artificial pink and changing their texture into that of tanned leather. Painfully she could hear her bones cracking and her skin extending, as her hands were transmorphed into footwear. She could see her fingers turning into a fused tip, from her wrist a hell sprung, until she was left with beautiful girly heels instead of hands. She couldn't help but immediately begin licking them desperately.

-Now you can have your way, sissy boy. -instigated the witch again.

This time Argol almost furiously assaulted his sister, grabbing again her head with both hands and introducing the length of his penis into her mouth. Again, again and again he began bombing her oral cavity, with some difficulty at the beginning, but soon Malena aligned her tongue with the penis, granting him full access as he continued to assault her face. Almost as if she were enjoying the continued pounding as much as he was. He had his eyes fixed on the ceiling, moving only his hips as he continued to drown in all the pleasure her sister´s mouth could provide, he could feel her sister´s mouth warmth and wetness increasing with every passing second. Trying to go further and deeper with every thrust, he soon found himself fucking Malena´s face against the stone wall and pushing in as hard as he could. He could feel his dick touch the deepest part of Malena´s throat and filling it with his precum.

It wasn't long before he could feel his sexual drive building inside him. And strangely, the more he felt it, the more he felt capable of controlling his own actions. However he had no intention of stopping the pleasure he was currently feeling. He continued to pound into Malena´s immobile face trying to make every assault stronger than the one before it. Feeling every time a stronger heat running through his body and gathering in below his girly dress. Closer and closer he was driven to the edge as he began to caress his own body covered in that pretty woman´s dress. Deeper, deeper! Until he finally released every drop of semen deep into Malena´s throat!

Trembling. Shaking as a wave of pleasure covered his entire body in with a blanket of senselessness. He could feel his nimble consciousness slipping way from him once more, accompanied only by the sound of malena gulping on the semen he continued to shot from his throbbing penis still enclosed in her mouth.

He lowered his eyes to find Malena´s tearing up as she swallowed the last bit of semen he produced. Maybe triggered by his brotherly instinct, maybe remembering the years of friendship they had had or maybe induced by the massive pleasure he just received, Argol began feeling he was recovering control over his body. His arms came first as he became able to carefully pet Malena´s hair. Then came his lower limbs and hips as he removed himself from Malena´s mouth.

-What are you doing pretty boy, slap that bitch and do it again! -demanded the witch.

Finally his thoughts began to clear up, barely being able to recount what had happened after the scarred man knocked him out, he knew quite well this was not a time to be chasing memories. He looked around to find all the noblemen dressed in ridiculous clothing and the women drinking expensive wine while enjoying the show. He was well aware of his outfit, so all he did was cover his shame with the pink skirt he was wearing.

-What are you doing? -demanded the witch, again charging up green energy around her hands- I said: Continue to FUCK HER! -she finished, shooting two bolts of green energy towards Argol.

The prince quickly dodged the attack, rolling to a side with incredible agility. "Impossible!" Exclaimed the witch, as she once again shoot a storm of green projectiles, forcing him to take cover behind a nearby cupboard. Quickly scanning his surroundings, he laid his eyes on a frying pan and a set of knifes resting not far from where he was.

He took a deep breath and sprung into action, covering half of the distance with a single stride and using the body of the noblemen on that part of the room as standing shields as he rolled from one hiding spot into another, avoiding the relentless attack of the witch, until he reached the knifes and pan, and once more took cover behind a counter. "What are you waiting for? Go get him!" Ordered the witch as the noblewomen scurried to flush Argol out of his hideout.

Feeling nothing but anger at those fake puppet women, Argol still restrained himself and chose to use the frying pan to knock them out in a single motion as he came out of cover, and began throwing knifes at the exposed witch. The sorceress managed to deflect the first few blades with her magic, however the third pierced right through her chest, filling her mouth with blood. Argol showed intent of getting close, however before he could move, the same green light that she had been using to cast spells just a moment ago, began pouring out from her wound and quickly filled the room, saturating the air with its essence before retracting back into the heart of the witch, focusing in a single point for just an instant before it blasted out from hag´s body, letting go a massive shock wave that shook the foundations of the castle itself. Leaving behind just a speck of burnt floor and dispelling the enchantment affecting the nobles and hopefully himself and Malena.

Out of exhaustion, Argol let himself go, taking a deep breath and hoping for the nightmare to be over, he leaned against the nearby wall, closing his eyes over Malena, who also seemed to have succumbed to the exhaustion and had also fainted. Hopefully it was all over now.

The noblewoman who conspired to allow the witch and the scarred man into the castle, were promptly executed the next day after a public trial, charged with treason to the crown and conspiration with enemies of the kingdom. The crown´s treasury took a big hit to repair what was destroyed during the incident, including the many dresses and elegant footwear that were rendered unwearable by the noblemen and while Argol seemed to be now free of the effects of the spell, Malena didn't seem to have the same luck.

Two days had passed since the incident, and the castle´s servants were now busy taking out the things of the traitor noblewomen. They had decided to sell all their possessions to help cope with the devastating blow that the treasury had taken. While the maids were going through their cleaning, Malena came into the room with a look in her eyes that the servants had already seen two times before: The look of a guilty princess begging to be denigrated. The maids had already established a protocol for this kind of situation. One of the girls went ahead and closed doors and blinds, while the other two quietly sat in two nearby empty chairs.

Malena immediately went down in all fours and crawled her way to the feet of the sitting maids taking their dirty working shoes with extreme care, and immediately proceeding to kiss them with delicacy at first, slowly increasing the rate of her frantic actions until reaching a near-climax where she was sucking and licking every part of their shoes.

After about twenty minutes of that show, Malena felt satisfied after having licked clean every shoe in that room, and with a satisfied look in her eyes and a faked smile, she let the maids know that it was over. The servants proceeded to open again the blinds and unlock the door without saying a single word. It was Malena´s theory that it must be some sort of residual effect from having being affected by the witch's spell a few days earlier, however she really had no explanation as to why from time to time she would feel the implacable need of doing what she had done. There was just something about being below those dirty servitude shoes that draw her to it with all her heart´s desire.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing that seemed to remain from the attack a few days prior. At times she would see her brother walking about the castle´s halls, and the delicious image of his penis would immediately come to her mind, accompanied by a burning desire of having it inside her, either on her mouth or anywhere else. She could feel her labia wetting just by remembering it...

She was taken out of her thoughts by the sound of a nearby door opening. Before her stood Argol with a confused look, and her eyes immediately went down to his crotch. She got down on her knees and began crawling towards him, with just an empty smile on her face... This was not the time to pretend to be a fancy princess...

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