"To let me dangle at a cruel angle
Oh my feet don't touch the floor
Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out
But you never close the door What kind of man loves like this?" ~Florence + the machine
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Regina vainly enjoyed her new appearance in the mirror as Emma reclined on the bed behind her and watched silently.
She turned her head from side to side and fussed with her tailcoat and her green ring, transferring it back and forth from her left finger to her right.
"Remarkable," she breathed out in wonder as she flexed her fingers and then toyed with her well-kept beard. "I must admit, being a real man isn't quite how I thought it would feel."
"Will you quit looking at yourself in that mirror and go take your bath? I'm getting antsy sitting over here just waiting. I want to know the plan," Emma rolled her neck from side to side while Regina stared at her in awe, still taken by the powerful magical transformation.
"All in good time," Regina flicked her wrist to wave Emma off, and caught sight of herself in the mirror once again getting distracted by the heavy close cropped facial hair she had. She frowned and changed her stance, spreading her legs and pushing her hand rather than waving it. "I need to work on my gesturing and posture. I still move like a woman."
"Yeah, you do," Emma confirmed, a grin spread on her bearded face and she gave a low whistle in mocking.
"My, my, when did you get so talkative?" Regina peered at Emma in the reflection of the mirror and glared, arching an eyebrow. She started to undress. When she pulled off her blazer she caught sight of the man behind her still watching her. "Ehem, will you kindly turn away, and stop looking at me like that."
Emma's cheeks colored red and she pulled her hat down over her eyes momentarily, "Ain't nothing I never seen before."
She busied herself by taking out her rag and polishing her big golden gun, making sure it shined.
"This is my baby," she cooed, stealing one more glance at Regina's now bare flat chest. A flurry of chest hair had sprouted between where her full breasts used to be, but instead impressive pectoral muscles were on display. "Tesla compressor to spit out bullets, it's real heavy though. Hard to carry when I'm—."
"A woman?" Regina laughed, and the sound carried a deep resonating timbre that still delighted and surprised her. Stray thoughts consumed her mind, they were stuck for the night in a whore house and she had a certain new toy that she desperately wanted to play with.
"Yeah," Emma shrugged, turning onto her side and laying her gun next to her.
"Tell me, Starling, you seem very familiar with the women in this residence. Do you enjoy turning into a man and sticking your dingus in the willing and perverted whores?" Regina was growing bold, and she half expected Emma to chastise her or storm out of the room, but instead she regarded the question coolly.
"A man has needs…stronger even than when I'm in my regular body," Emma explained, no longer sounding embarrassed for her love of debauchery and sex with whores.
"Is sex so much different as a man?" Regina licked her lips and slid her hand down her stomach, letting her fingers splay out just above her belt buckle.
"It's more intense…I feel powerful, like I'm doing the doin' and not just getting done," Emma mused thoughtfully. "We're here anyhow, might as well get your dick wet."
At that, Regina's opinion of her enigmatic companion changed. She had taken Emma as a loner, who was just trying to survive on her own, but she starting to see the woman had a certain appreciation for life. One that Regina shared.
"Yes, I think that would be favorable. My business partner Kathryn is around here somewhere with our new inventions. Most of them were built and designed with women in mind, and I've thoroughly tested them, make no mistake, but a few were designed for men. I've only been able to imagine how the machines would feel for a man."
Regina pushed her fingers lower, down over the rough material of her pants and massaged her new cock lightly. The sensation was different, albeit pleasant. A man's genitals were external, more exposed. There was a certain freedom in the experience.
"When Kathryn calls send her to me," Regina nodded once at Emma and unfastened her heavy belt, she unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them down her square hips, stepping over to the semi-private wooden tub. The water was lukewarm at best, having been filled sometime before, but she relished the opportunity to think and relax for a moment.
Naked, she stared at her new appendage, testing it, her thoughts going stray again. She found the more she rubbed it the harder it got, and the better it felt. It was such a silly looking thing, but quite pleasurable to get to learn. A deep moan escaped her lips and she bristled in shock.
It wasn't as familiar as her sorely missed clitoris. She knew just how to stroke to build herself up for a fine release. She was uncoordinated and unaccustomed with her cock, it was the same feeling she got when she rode a bigger horse she was unfamiliar with. She knew what to do, but it was different.
A knock came to the door, and heard Emma grumble before the springs on the bed squeaked and the door opened. "Miss Kathryn I presume?"
"Hello, Sir…I beg your pardon, I was told Miss Regina Mills was lodged in this room," Kathryn stated sounding surprised to be greeted by the manly Emma. She also sounded rather flustered, perhaps she recognized Emma from the stagecoach robbery.
"She's here, told me to send you in."
"Regina?" Kathryn was just behind the heavy curtain. "Is that you back there?"
"Kathryn, before you see me, I need to give advance warning—"
At that Kathryn stepped behind the partition looking frightened and confused.
"Who the hell are you?" She snapped, her eyes scanning the nude male form from head to toe. She had a hard look on her face, and her hands were on her hips, looking entitled to an explanation… a good explanation.
"It's me, I'm in disguise," Regina pursed her lips in annoyance, and rested her hands on the back of the tub, letting her business partner look her over.
"You can't be serious? Why the hell are you wearing a man's skin? And how did you even get here? I was so worried when you took off after that robber…" She lowered her voice, but kept rambling rapidly. "Who is out there in your room? Are you and the bandit magical friends or something? Tell me what's going on, right now!"
Regina was used to her partner's behavior. She continued the business partnership because Kathryn had a great sense for the legal details and had filed patents on many of their devices. She also willingly tested the prototypes and gave open and honest feedback.
"Yes, I'm with the highwayman, but I wouldn't call us friends exactly… she's- he is helping me with something, and we're in disguise so we can join the poker tournament tomorrow. Rough magic this is," Regina chuckled and flicked a bit of bathwater at Kathryn, amused by her frustration and confusion.
"Well, after you left me alone and half scared out of my mind—"
"You made it here all in one piece and with our merchandise, I assume?" Regina wasn't about to let Kathryn give her a guilt trip. She didn't know the whole story of Regina's motives, after all.
"Yes, Madame Mal is very happy with the wonder vibrator… she tried it out on several of the girls with astounding results. Then she tried it on herself, and offered to try it on me…" Kathryn wrung her gloved hands together, as she bragged about their client's satisfaction.
"You used the big one, with the extra force I hope?" Regina sat forward in the tub, very pleased to hear that the steam powered vibrators were going to be a hit and hopefully bring in a good profit.
"Of course, I used the big one, it took a time to set up by myself, but I managed," Kathryn said in her sly and passive-aggressive way. Regina ignored her.
"Please tell me the gentlemen's line is fully operational."
"Of course, you know we were hoping it would appeal to Mal's business senses," Kathryn said as if it was a given. "She only has so many girls and they can only have so much sex before they get tired. With the poker tournament and all those men – yourself included- coming in tomorrow we're gonna make a mint."
"Emma and I would like to try out the gadget that replaced the glory hole. Do you see how great this opportunity is for us to make money?" Regina rubbed soap over her arms and chest as she spoke with Kathryn.
"Ugh, I can't believe you have a Johnson right now," Kathryn seemed fixated on Regina's new appendage. "You came back for the biggest business meeting we've ever had after ditching me, half way here, and bringing along a untrustworthy thief and to top it off you have a-a cock!"
"Well, that's because I plan to enter the men's only tournament and get close to a certain subject that I haven't been able to meet with and he has something very important that belongs to me, and my new-friend-the Maverick, is going to help me achieve my goals," Regina calmly explained distracted by her cock as lathered it with soap.
There were certain things that she planned to do that her business partner didn't know or need to know of. "Now, if we happen to sell some of my inventions to the Enchantica ranch and we both profit. I consider that a win-win. Now, Kathryn, please bring us that steam powered dick sucking machine."
Emma appeared next to Kathryn, she blinked and sniffed, rubbing the back of her hand over her lips as she tried to avoid looking at Regina in the bath.
"What's wrong, starling? Worried that mine is bigger?" Regina flicked some water at Emma and then stood up letting the water run down her body and into the tub.
"You wish," Emma snickered, not backing down.
"Well, then we may have to make a comparison," Regina snarked as she began to redress back into formal wear, and wincing slightly at the sharp pull as her chest hair got caught in the shirt buttons. She combed her hair, and slipped in some pomade to make it look slick.
"What's this machine you two are talking about?"
Regina smiled brightly. She scarcely recognized herself in the mirror, but her dark eyes were the same and shining with anticipation.
….
"We used to have one of the girls stuff herself in a barrel with a hole cut in the side. The men in Gold's town would pay a fee and just come and stick their johnson's in to get sucked right, but Dr. Whale says oral sex is very unsanitary and the other girls didn't respect the ones who were designated cocksuckers," Maleficent was giving a brash semi-promotional speech about the new-fangled glory hole replacement that Regina had invented.
Everyone knew that Maleficent was the second richest person in the area. Her unmarried whores were free to do as they pleased and earned a great wage even despite the belt tightening happening in Gold's Town.
"They're the independent royalty of west. The men come bringing gifts and money, anything to get a taste of one of my Enchantica Whores. So tell me who has the power here?" Maleficent walked in front of Emma, Regina and Kathryn down the corridor as they made their way to the new toy room.
"I hope Rex and Emmet like our offerings," Kathryn said as she winked at the two men beside her.
"If they do I plan to install one of these toys in all fifteen rooms of my whore house, certainly the new toys you brought for the girls to enjoy are going to wear out… though my Chinese girl almost burned her clit off with the steam."
"Sounds powerful, indeed," Regina chimed in, she knew how easily one could burn themselves on the steam powered vibrators, but she found the risk of severe bodily injury heightened the intense pleasure.
"Yes, I hope to increase my female clientele," Maleficent nodded in agreement. "I'm still tingling from this afternoon."
The invention stood proudly in the center of an empty room. There were plies, pipes and levers, with chains connecting the wheels that spun when Kathryn powered it up. At waist height was a small hole in the metal machine. There was the sound of rushing steam and then a mechanical churning sounds as the sucking mechanism was activated.
"Alright, who is going first?"
"I for one, am very intrigued," Regina walked right up to the invention she had proudly built and undid her buckle and fly. She couldn't wait to experience how it felt. "Erm, do I need to be erect to start?"
"I think if you put your willy in the hole, it will harden up right quick," Kathyrn encouraged as she checked the dials and made sure the machine was starting off at a safe level for a sound sucking.
Regina swallowed hard, beads of sweat trickled down her brow. She was nervous, that she couldn't deny. The last thing she needed was to have her new cock bitten off by a defective masturbatory aid.
"Don't be frightened, sir," Maleficent purred with her hands on her hips. She looked overly intrigued, her eyes wide and mouth half open in wonder.
Slipping herself inside the contraption, Regina hobbled forward just a bit trying to relax and get comfortable. She closed her eyes and listened to the rhythmic sound of the push and pull of the pistons as the machine warmed up. Her dick was gripped softly, much like it had felt when she stroked it in the bath, then a warm mist surrounded her and the sensation of having a gentle pair of lips enveloped her member. She released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and splayed her palms out on either side of the big machine.
"Oh gods," she breathed as she groaned into the feeling. Her manhood was so sensitive, and just as Kathryn had assured her, she felt blood rush to the area as her erection grew impossibly stiff.
The machine milked at her cock, never missing a beat as she began to time the thrust of her hips into it, "It's heavenly," her breath was coming in short, almost painful sounding gasps, and she felt sweat seeping down her back and soaking through her cotton shirt and vest.
Being as it was her first experience, she felt the tension and build of up of her very first man-conceived orgasm drawing near. With a few more hurried and erratic thrusts she felt her seed rush from her balls through her shaft and spill out and into the inner workings of the machine.
After she'd cum, her dick was even more sensitive. She felt sleepy and blissed out. "Oh, starling, you must get your cock feasted on by this creation."
Emma had the watched the whole endeavor, she was already absently stroking her already hard dick through her leathers. "It's really that good?"
"Not as good as a woman's cunt, I'm sure, but the machine blows and sucks well," Regina was still breathing hard as she removed herself from the hole and quickly redid her pants. "See for yourself."
Taking her place in front of the machine, Emma removed her gun holster, and set it carefully on the floor. Unbuttoning her pants, she took her turn at the hole, and let the machine do its job.
She grunted unevenly as the pace picked up, a fresh stream of steam bellowed from the sides of the contraption as valves popped open and closed quickly. Kathryn turned up the speed as an experiment, and Emma threw back her head in pleasure.
Regina felt sympathetic pangs of arousal already stirring anew as she watched, examining Emma's half exposed buttocks as the muscles contracted and expanded as she thrust into the glory hole. It didn't take long for her to cum as well, all three women—technically, two women and a woman-turned man- watched as Emma banged her fist on the machine and let out a whoop of joy.
"Woo, doggy, that was wild!" She exclaimed, showing uncharacteristic abandon.
"Gentlemen, I think we're in business," Maleficent intoned saucily. "Drinks?"