Twenty-first Century Fairytale

Rocket, the fairy with a squirrel tale marks her return in a new story series! She makes new human friends, and proceeds to turn the lives of a loving lesbian couple upside down! When Rocket spy's a pretty redhead struggling to get away from the terrible man the woman has a restraining order filed against, she's just dying to help out! Help she does, when the woman makes a rather strange but heartfelt wish! Rocket quite literally turns Martin into a bitch! He, now a pretty she doggy, discovers just how rough a dog's life can be when in season!

Part one has no futa, so you may want to skip ahead to part two!

Twenty-first Century Fairytales: 01

Rocket Flies Solo

By Honey Moon

Rocket sighed as she flew through the early evening. “Oh poop! Why is it so hard to find one human to help?” The fairy lit in a tree and surveyed the surrounding area. “This is the park. You’d think all manner of people would be here. It’s only eight o’clock. I thought lovers would be out to enjoy the full moon!”

Her tail gave a twitch as someone came into view. It was a pretty human lady. The human had red hair, just like Rocket’s mother, Honey. She was running, being pursued by a muscular man with an arrogant gleam in his eyes. Rocket watched carefully, waiting for a cue to act.

The man caught up to her and grabbed her arm. “Come on baby. We always had a good time! Why does it have to end?” He pulled her roughly into his strong unyielding embrace. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you again?”

“Martin, let go of me!”

“Why so coy, sweetheart? I flew in just this morning to see you!” he grinned, his perfect teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “It’s not like we haven’t done it! Just come back to my place, and everything can be like it was before you left and I ended up getting married!”

“It’s over between us!” she hissed, struggling to get out of his grasp. “I have a restraining order filed against you! I found out what you did to that little girl! I even heard about the death of your wife!”

Rocket watched eagerly, ready to spring into action as the angry man forcefully stole a kiss. He laughed. “That little girl lied. She told me she was eighteen and wanted it rough! I had to pay her dirt poor mother ten grand to talk the brat into changing her story. All the charges were dropped! As to my wife, didn’t you hear? I was acquitted! Cynthia was nothing more then a tragic accident. The poor thing fell down that flight of stairs and split her skull open. A jury of my peers said so! Of course they didn’t know I planted a foot on her fat ass and sent the bitch on her way! Did you know I can even go on TV and talk about how I waited an hour for her to finally die before calling nine-one-one? I thought she’d never stop whimpering!