Disney Pinocchio Coachman Novels & Stories

A tall bulky man stood before me. "I will be your coachman for the night ma'am, " he said in a calm voice. I almost hugged him in excitement. My Kudo was a man! But my fairy godmother held me back. "They are under spell. Do not touch him." She warned and I stayed back my skin tickling with excitement. I had a coachman of my own including a very beautiful horse! "Go on and enjoy the night my dear child. Get the prince and bring yourself some peace... But remember as the night ends so must the illusion... By the last stroke of midnight, you must be home!"

Game on, Herb! “I had no idea, sir,” I said in an innocent voice. “But if you don't mind my asking, what are you doing here? Hitching a ride to the retirement home?” I heard the boys gasp and Kenneth beside me snickered. Coach Bryson ground his teeth, his gray eyes boring hateful holes into my skin. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under by now. “Get off my bus, Crewman,” he said in a chilly voice.

- In fact, its what he had just done! “N-n-no the-, I did not know that -.” The man cleared his throat and attempted his explanation again. “I mean, the coachman s-said that y-you were the D-d-dutchess and m-many coaches had l-l-lied b-before t-t-to b-bypass traffic.” -Oh, for Pete’s sake.- “Did you not see the Rorei crest on the carriage? Did you not think to peer through the window before opening the door so rudely?”

along with a bloodcurdling grin. With a lump in his throat, because he heard so many strange, mysterious things about the castle and the lands of Dragoesti residence, his heart cracking with panic because of those eyes that watched him, the coachman whipped the horses to start off rushing without waiting for Count Dragoesti's order. He was severely shaken when the carriage started, but instead of being upset, he smiled. He knew something ... scared the poor coachman. And this enjoyed him a lot, because others’ fear ... was food for guys like him.

He lunged himself towards Madison only for her to utilize her powers again to cast a forcefield around him much to her surprise. Did I do that? “Now you are just being rude,” Coach Lockwood said as his body began to transform before Madison’s eyes. His two legs began to sprout out and transform into ten scorpion-like legs. Shortly after, he sprouted a scorpion tail from his back while his arms transformed into crustacean-like claws. His new monstrous form proving too great for the young campion’s forcefield, Coach Lockwood broke out of Madison’s spell now more anxious than ever to claim her. Lockwood three cities tale at Madison only for her to leap out of its way.

In the reflection, barely visible in the dark, was the edge of a heavy, silver whistle hanging from a thick, black lanyard. The exact same lanyard Coach Miller wore around his neck every single day. "Jules?" Coach’s voice called out from the hallway, accompanied by the soft, heavy thud of his boots approaching the door. "Food's ready, son. You decent?" I stared at the silver whistle in the photo, the heavy scent of wintergreen suddenly suffocating me, as the doorknob slowly began to turn.

However, he only responded with a smug grin. Suddenly, he extended his hand and blew a peculiar powder from his palm. Instantly, I felt my strength fade away, and my eyelids grew increasingly heavy. Before slipping into unconsciousness, I faintly heard the man say, "Sleepwell, princess." Something clicked in my mind - his voice, it sounded just like my coachman!

Coach commanded. Jesse's hands shook as he reached for the button of Coach's track pants. He pulled them down, along with his boxers. Coach's cock sprang free. It was thick and heavy, already half-hard, with a prominent vein running along the underside. It looked as powerful as the man himself. "You know what to do," Coach said, his hand resting on top of Jesse's head, a firm, possessive weight. "Show Daddy how sorry you are. Show me you want to keep your scholarship."

Before he could slap the young man, footsteps were coming in. A man dressed in nobility appeared in the scene. "Aren't you done with this yet?" The coachman turned pale, “Young Master! I'm sorry. I will get rid of them.” The man just shrugged and was about to step in his courage when he saw me approaching from behind the coachman. His eyes widened and before he could greet me I immediately cut him off. "Call the doctor." I commanded in a calm tone. The coachman didn't see me and angrily shouted without looking in his back, "Don't! Do you know what the doctor loves!"

Albert grimaced and slapped several coins into the driver's wrinkled palm. The story the coachman told was fantastical. His innocent niece had managed to trick the rogues and nearly escape twice. As he heard the tale, Albert imagined Emily as some sort of heroine in a grand adventure. It seemed she had more strength of character than he'd credited her with, but once the notion ceased to be amusing, apprehension set in.