Cinderella leaned back against the cold stone wall, her mind consumed by a vivid furry fantasy.

“The carriage is waiting!” the Fairy Godmother said sweetly, eagerly trying to help the girl better her life.

Cinderella didn’t look up, her hand sliding between her legs, fingers searching for her clit. “I don’t want a prince, Godmother. I want to be filled. I want to scream until my throat Is raw.”

The Godmother gasped, her face twisting in disgust before she vanished in a puff of smoke.

Marnie stepped from the shadows, her crimson hair cascading over a chest that strained against a tight, velvet bodice. She looked at the trembling blonde with a predator’s hunger.

“Such waste,” Marnie purred, her voice like honey and smoke. “I can give you this furry fantasy, darling. One year of your life in exchange for a night of absolute ruin.”

“I will take it!” Cinderella gasped, her breath hitching as she looked at the witch’s curvy hips. “Take whatever you want.”

Marnie snapped her fingers. Three small mice swelled, muscles rippling and fur thickening into towering, anthropomorphic beasts. They were hulking masses of musk and heat, their massive, vein-ridged cocks springing free from their hips, leaking thick beads of pre-cum.

“Enjoy your feast,” Marnie whispered, leaning back to watch.

Cinderella shrieked as the first man forced her legs wide, his thick, furred shaft slamming into her soaking pussy with a wet, heavy slap. He drove deep, the friction making her clit throb violently. Simultaneously, another beast gripped her hips, his heavy cock sliding into her tight, puckered asshole with a visceral squelch.

“Oh god, I’m stretching! I can’t take it!” she wailed, her head tossing back.

The third man didn’t wait. He grabbed her blonde hair, shoving his thick head into her mouth. Cinderella sucked greedily, her tongue swirling around the salty glans as she gagged on the sheer size of him. The air in the room grew thick with the scent of sex and musk. The two below her hammered away in a rhythmic, brutal cadence, their heavy balls slapping against her thighs with every deep, guttural thrust.

“Look at you,” Marnie laughed, her eyes wide with hunger as she watched the blonde girl be dismantled. “A true furry fantasy realized.”

Cinderella felt her walls tighten, the pressure in her cervix coinciding with the stretching of her rectum. She came in a violent spray, her pussy clamping tight around the shaft as a loud, wet sound echoed through the room. The men roared, their seed erupting in hot, thick bursts that filled her womb and gut to the brim, overflow leaking out of her holes in creamy streaks.

This went on for hours. Sweat and cum drenching all four of them.

As the first ray of dawn hit the floor, the towering men vanished. Three small, grey mice blinked up at her, leaving her sprawled, dripping, and utterly spent.

“A fair trade,” Marnie whispered, vanishing into the morning mist. “Your furry fantasy was worth every second.”