The real Mother Goose

“It’s a carnival!” Muffy exclaimed, clapping her hands. Everything was red-the vendors’ tents, the deep brick stone tiles that made up the patio floor, the archway covered in roses that they walked through. Even the people milling around talking, laughing, dancing-they all wore red and white, when they wore anything at all.

“Of sorts,” Mother chuckled. Beside them, a finely coiffed young woman wearing nothing but a smile led a small dog-faced boy on a collar and leash. He barked at Muffy, and she shrank behind Mother with wide eyes.

In the middle of the patio sat the Queen on her red velvet throne. She was watching a display to her left, a group of dancing fairies, each no bigger than her hand.

It was a beautiful sight, their silver wings whirring as they moved together in unison.

Muffy stared as they began to make their way around the large circle, moving in and out of the throng of people. Mother stopped to look at some satin-red, of course-

and Muffy stared at a booth where a young red haired woman seemed to be playing some sort of game where people gathered around to watch.

A long row of phalluses had been set up and secured onto a wooden platform, and the redhead playing was making her way down the row, sliding her pussy down onto each progressively larger phallus as she went. She was about halfway down the line, and her pussy was stretched wide. She rocked a little, smiling as she climbed off that one and moved on to the next.

“Would you like to play?” Mother asked, watching the girl’s interest. Muffy stared at the end of the line-a huge black phallus, thicker than Blue’s wrist and almost as long as his forearm.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head and shrinking back against the older woman’s side.

Another booth revealed two naked young women reclining next to each other on a raised, soft mattress, their legs open to admit two lines of men leading toward each of

them. They both looked exhausted, and yet when one man was done, another took his place, in an endless round.

“Who wins?” Muffy asked.

“The one who doesn’t give out first,” Mother replied with a smile.

Around they went, looking at the strange and interesting wares, everything from leather straps and contraptions to fine clothing-all red. There was even a booth selling kitten-like humans similar to the ones that Mother had brought home. The next booth had dog-like humans, just puppies, really, that Muffy stopped to pet.

“What do you think of that?” Mother nodded toward a long line of naked human forms linked together in a myriad of ways. There was one small dark-haired woman making her way through the throng, in and out of the bodies, and again, there was a crowd gathered to watch.

Whenever the brunette passed, they touched her in some way-grabbing her thigh, tweaking a nipple, slipping a finger up inside of her pussy. As they watched, one man grasped her hips and managed to slide his hard cock into her. She moaned as he began to fuck her, and the woman across from him licked at the young woman’s nipples.

“What is it?” Muffy whispered, cocking her head. “What are they doing?”

“It’s a human maze,” Mother replied.

The young woman managed to wrench herself away from the man, working her way through the maze of bodies again. They rubbed up against her, writhing and moaning and touching her.

“Do you want to go through?” Mother asked, but Muffy shook her head quickly, her blonde curls framing her face.

They moved on, Muffy tagging slightly behind the older woman, trying to take in everything at once.

“Ah, here is a game you will like, Muffy darling.” Mother smiled. “You follow orders so well.”

“And the game will like her!” The carnival barker leaned forward over his booth, his gaze sweeping over Muffy’s form. He was a tall, red-headed man with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, Muffy thought, aside from her own.

“Indeed,” Mother agreed, nodding her head toward him. “How are you, Simon?”

“Better since you graced me with your presence, Mother dear,” he replied with a little bow.

“What is the game?” Muffy looked between them a little fearfully.

“It’s simple,” said Simon. “You do what I say, as long as I say the words ‘Simon Says.’ Of course, if I don’t say, ‘Simon Says,’ then you don’t follow my instruction.”

“Oh, I’ve played this game,” Muffy said with a relieved smile. “It’s easy!”

“Yes.” Mother smiled and exchanged a look with Simon. “Go ahead, into the booth you go.”

Muffy moved into the booth as Simon lifted the latch and opened it to her. It was cooler in here out of the sun and she shivered slightly. She felt her nipples hardening in the breeze.

“Up here.” He patted the soft velvet cushion covering a small platform.

Muffy started to slide up onto the cushion and Simon’s hand was quick to smack her bottom. The sound was loud, “CRACK!” and made her scream. It drew the attention of several onlookers.

“I didn’t say ‘Simon Says’-did I?” Simon asked, frowning at her. Muffy’s eyes were already filling with tears.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her hand moving to cover her stinging bottom.