Marvin and the Three Bears
Ellora's Cave
Genre: Fantasy
ISBN # 9781419928277
Book Length: Novella
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When a novice Fairy Godmother accidentally drops some sexed-up Happily Ever After Fairy Dust on Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Marvin—second-in-command in Fairy Tale Land—jumps in to save the tale.

Taking over for Goldilocks should be simple, right? All he has to do is eat the porridge, sit on the chair and sleep in the bed. And when the Three Bears return home, run screaming from the house.

But the Fairy Dust has changed things…including the Three Bears. They’ve turned human. Baby Bear is no baby. Mama Bear wears black leather and wields a wicked paddle. And Papa Bear? Oh my…he’s going to make sure Marvin pays for the damage he’s done, inch by luscious inch.



Excerpt:
Martin was going to kill him. Just murder him. Or banish him. Marvin’s stomach clenched. Martin might banish him to the Real World like he’d done with Marlena. Only Marlena had her true loves. Marvin would be alone.

No, he couldn’t let it happen. There had to be an answer. Some way to fix this.

Wind whipped through the trees, blowing a strand of blond hair into his eyes.

Blond? That’s right. I’m blond. Or I was before I lost most of my hair. I could be Goldilocks. He nodded as the idea took shape. It would be a different version but he could explain that away, that they’d wanted a male star in this tale, just to see how it was received.

This might work. His heart started to beat again, pounding at a slightly faster than normal rate.

Marvin started toward the Bears’ home, his legs eating up the distance quickly. He stepped up on the porch and peered through the window. Looked empty. Good. He was still on track.

His reflection wobbled in the glass and he froze. The man staring back at him wasn’t right. He wasn’t short and balding. He was taller, though Goldilocks had still topped him by several inches, and had a head full of hair. The golden locks hung straight, stopping just beneath his chin. He looked down. The tan shirt he’d been wearing was open, torn apart as his chest had expanded. So that was the tearing sound.

Like Goldilocks, he was fascinated with his new body. He ran his hand across the hard muscles of his chest and down the gentle ridges of his stomach. I’m ripped.

Because the thing had been pulsing and twitching at him since he’d arrived, Marvin continued his exploration downward, his fingers running the length of his cock. A shiver raced up his spine, momentarily blinding him. Oh my. He yanked his hand away.

He’d seen Ethan, one of Marlena’s lovers, stroking himself, sliding his hand up and down his cock while he watched Hunter and Marlena fuck. At the time, Marvin hadn’t understood the appeal. Now he grasped the concept much more firmly.

With a vague thought that if he finished this tale quickly and properly, he might have a chance to do a little more manual exploration before he returned to Headquarters, Marvin grabbed the doorknob and cranked his wrist to the right. The door swung open easily and he stepped into the kitchen.

Three bowls of porridge were arranged neatly on the table. Marvin sighed at the normalcy of it all. This would be simple.

“Just eat the porridge,” he said aloud to himself. “Break the chair, sleep on the bed. And when the Bears show up, run screaming from the room.” He nodded. Seemed simple enough. That’s all Goldilocks would have done.

He moved to the first bowl. The big bowl. This was Papa Bear’s porridge. Marvin lifted the handmade spoon to his mouth and took a cautious bite. It was supposed to be too hot after all.

Warm brown sugar and cinnamon melted on his tongue. He moaned and took another small bite. He still had to try the other two and eat all of Baby Bear’s but he couldn’t resist. His stomach rumbled and he realized he’d skipped breakfast.

This spoonful flooded his mouth with delicious textures and tastes—apples and, oh, was that an almond? He glanced at the other two bowls, knowing he had to move on but they both looked like plain bowls of oatmeal. Promising himself just one more taste, he sat in the big chair and scooped up one more bite. The bowl was big. He needed to eat a bit more so Papa Bear would notice his porridge had been tasted.

A strange calm settled over Marvin as he looked around the room. It was just as he’d expected. Back in his days of being a Fairy Godmother—they didn’t distinguish between male and female—he’d monitored more than a hundred Goldilocks and the Three Bears. This was familiar territory for him. Most Fairy Godmothers didn’t like it because it was boring. No challenge and no romance. But Martin had always enjoyed it, feeling a connection to the Bears.

He put the spoon back into bowl and heard it clunk—wood against wood. He looked down. The porridge was gone. All of it. As if to assure himself of what he’d done, he looked at the other bowls. Untouched. He’d eaten the wrong porridge.

Damn.

He pushed back from the table, his mind racing through the possible repercussions. Surely it can’t be that big of a deal if he ate the wrong porridge, right?

Deciding he had to get moving, he took a bite from of the other bowls, making a face at the bland cold oatmeal.

He turned and headed into the living room.

Three chairs were situated around the room—all directed at a large screen TV. The thing covered half the wall. He knew that hadn’t been part of the original story. Based on the changes that had occurred in Goldilocks—and in Marvin himself—it would be interesting to see how the Three Bears were transformed. One huge recliner—obviously Papa Bear’s—sat in the middle of the room. A smaller recliner stood just to the left. That would be Mama Bear’s. And tucked in the corner rested a purple plum-shaped beanbag chair. That had to be Baby Bear’s chair.

Marvin grunted. How was he supposed to break a beanbag chair? Poke a hole in it?

Completely avoiding Papa Bear’s chair—he’d already eaten his breakfast, no need to tempt fate—he moved directly to Mama Bear’s recliner. The pretty floral design gave a touch of femininity to the overall masculine décor of the room.

Marvin dropped into the chair, the soft cushions catching his ass nicely. He wiggled and got settled. It fit his frame. He wasn’t a large man and Papa Bear’s chair would swallow him.

This is the kind of chair I need in my workshop, he thought. He grabbed the wooden handle at the side and pulled. The footrest elevated and his head tipped backward until he was comfortably reclined.

He rubbed the cloth upholstery. Nice. Soft and comfortable and his legs wouldn’t stick to it on hot summer days. Yes, this is what I need. I wonder if requisitions can find me something similar.

He pressed his hands into the armrests and pushed back, wanting to test the full extension of the recline. It slid smoothly into the second position, then…ker-chunk. He yelped as the back dropped away and the footrest sagged, hanging limp halfway to the floor.

Bent almost backward, Marvin rolled over and flung himself over the arm and onto the floor. He stepped back, staring at the damage.

“I broke it.” He rubbed his forehead, the headache returning. “Damn, I broke the wrong chair.” He looked around the room. “But a chair is a chair right? At least I didn’t break Papa Bear’s.”

Sure that his time had to be running short, Marvin left it as it was and ran upstairs. He opened the first door and gasped. This had to be Papa Bear’s room. The bed was huge. So high above the ground there were steps at the foot of the bed. And wide…three or four people could sleep side by side and never touch. Knowing he had to leave some indication that he’d been here, he tugged on the end of the blanket, dislodging the perfectly positioned pillows.

Good enough. He ran to the next door. This bed was smaller but not by much. What intrigued Marvin were the loops that hung from each bedpost. It didn’t take much for his busy mind to come up with their use—restraints. Bodies, stretched out, naked, bound. His cock did another excited leap inside his pants and Marvin ran his hand down the front of his trousers, trying to calm the easily excited organ. Only his touch just made it worse. Or better actually. He made another pass, pressing harder, bending his fingers around the shaft.

No, no, no. You’ve got to get going.

Only the thought that the Three Bears might return home any moment convinced Marvin to drag his hand away from his crotch. These desires, cravings, had been fascinating in Headquarters, but here they were overwhelming. Dangerous.

He grabbed the end of Mama Bear’s bedspread and yanked it down, leaving the bed tossed and rumpled.

One more bed, he told himself, heading toward the third and final door.

This room was different than the others. Smaller, almost empty. It didn’t look like anyone actually slept there. There was a bed. A small single that sat in the corner. The blankets were thin and looked like they’d been washed too many times.

Poor little Baby Bear, Marvin thought, feeling a lot less generous toward Mama and Papa Bear at this point, glad that he’d eaten Papa’s porridge and broken Mama’s chair.

He pushed the thin blanket aside and stretched out. The mattress was lumpy and Marvin squirmed, trying to get comfortable. How did Baby Bear sleep on this thing?

Just chill, he told himself. Relax. A few minutes lying on an uncomfortable bed won’t kill you and when the Bears show up, you just scream and run the hell out of here.

Right. Scream and run. He could do that.

Marvin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The scent on the pillow was faint but definitely masculine. He shifted and the movement rubbed his trousers against his cock. Marvin’s gasp seemed loud in the silent room. His hand slid down toward his groin, almost moving under its own volition. Heat once again covered his dick as his palm slid over the hard mound. Sheer wicked pleasure shot up his spine and his hips pushed up, grinding his cock into his hand.

He groaned and closed his eyes and let his hips swing up, pressing his erection into his palm. It felt so good but it wasn’t enough. He needed that heat closer, surrounding his cock.

Not letting himself think, only knowing he needed this, Marvin ripped open the fly of his trousers and shoved them down. His cock sprang forward, practically hitting him on the stomach. He moaned as the cool air swirled around his dick. Maybe if he just left it like this, the chilly air and not touching it would make the ache go away.

Except…he trailed his fingers across his bare hip bone, needing to know, just needing. He hesitated inches away from touching it. This was it. He’d never be able to go back to not knowing. His cock ached, throbbed. He needed to feel. A sound barely distinguishable from a growl broke from his lips and he wrapped his fingers around his cock, grabbing it firmly, almost a little too hard. Almost. The growl turned into a groan. He pushed his head back into the flat pillow and rolled his hips up. His cock slid through his hand and oh, yeah, he understood why Marlena’s men found this activity so intoxicating.

Noises trickled through the background of his brain but Marvin ignored them. He held his hand still and worked his hips, pumping his cock through the tight squeeze. It took him a few minutes to find the rhythm but when he did…the hot little shocks to the base of his dick filtered out through his groin, moving his whole body. Damn, he needed more.

A muffled growl echoed through the house but Marvin’s mind couldn’t process the information. He was going to come. He’d never felt it before but he knew, just knew. His hips rocked faster, moving to an internal beat.

Thumps echoed in the hall, shaking the floor. The sound was too strong for Marvin to ignore. He blinked and stared at the door. The pounding of his heart almost drowned out the noise. His breath came in pants as he listened, the sounds drawing closer.

The Bears. They were home. And he was like this—his trousers opened, his cock exposed. He tried to convince himself to move but his body wouldn’t respond. At least put your cock back in your pants. The mental instruction did nothing to quell the panic that powered his heartbeat.

His mind zipped through topic after topic, trying to focus. He was supposed to do something. They’ll open the door, you’ll scream and run from the room. And you’re done.

The doorknob turned and a slow squeak sliced the air as the door swung open. Three dark forms filled the open doorway. Marvin watched, still unable to move, his fingers curled around the base of his cock.

A deep voice broke the breathless silence.

“What the fuck do we have here?”

Marvin gulped again, the voice sending a mixture of terror and hunger into his chest.

“Eep.”



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