Chapter 12 - Snow White (and Aurora)
There she lay, her hands secured behind her head and her legs spread wide, bound to the bedposts. Her naked body was coated in a sticky layer of semen. Snow White closed her eyes, preparing for the next invasion.
Next in line was Happy, who appeared eager. Any preconceived notions about dwarf penises being small were proven false. To Snow White, they seemed enormous; perhaps they were just average-sized cocks, but on their small frames, they seemed more impressive.
The other dwarfs stood in a semi-circle around the bed, watching the show. Despite having already had their turns, they stayed to watch the restrained Snow White being fucked once more. Sleepy was the exception, as exhaustion from his own encounter had him dozing off.
Happy spit on Snow White's pussy, an unnecessary act as it was already dripping with moisture. Grinning, he pulled his cock out and thrust it into her.
"Yeah, give her that dick!" Doc yelled, and Snow White moaned.
She had been living with the dwarfs for about a month, and her job as a showgirl had evolved into a full-time role as their personal fuckdoll. Today, Grumpy had proposed the use of bondage. Snow White wouldn't dare resist; if she didn't comply, they would kick her out. She always did her best to satisfy their desires, no matter how taboo or humiliating they might be.
For the dwarfs, this was all just a game. They wagered on who could last the longest or who could make her moan the loudest. Snow White mostly faked her orgasms, but she tried to derive as much pleasure from the experience as possible. She imagined her stepmother, whom she both loathed and lusted after, standing before her.
"Fuck! Yeah! Stretch my pussy!" Snow White cried out as Happy pounded into her, gripping one of her breasts.
He fucked her furiously, causing his cock to slip out occasionally. Snow White only thought of the queen's alluring figure and lustrous black hair. Dopey, growing impatient, joined in by slapping Snow White's breasts. Happy didn't seem to mind. Soon, he pulled out as he neared climax and came on her slender abdomen.
"Dopey!" Sneezy exclaimed as both Happy and Snow White caught their breath. "Your turn."
Dopey started by slapping Snow White's pussy a few times, causing her to let out a muffled squeal as her legs strained against the bonds. With a devilish grin, he approached her like he was about to perform a delicate medical procedure. Using his finger like a sensitive surgeon, he gently traced up and down her folds, making her shudder with delight.
"Oh, yes," Snow White moaned, her voice tinged with wanton pleasure. "Mom... I mean Dopey." She shot him an innocent smile, hoping to keep things playful.
With newfound confidence, he pushed his finger inside her and started rolling it around, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine.
"Use me!" she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. "Fuck, yes! Stretch my pussy!"
Dopey smiled wickedly. "You're such a good little whore," he whispered, his eyes glimmering with a mix of lust and affection.
His excitement was contagious, and it wasn't long before he came right there and then, grunting softly as his cock pulsed with release. The other dwarves laughed good-naturedly, and they finally released Snow White, allowing her to stand up and move her limbs after who knows how long. Her body was coated in a mixture of cum and sweat, the evidence of their carnal activities visible for all to see.
"Can I go take a bath?" she asked, her voice sweet and polite. She knew they'd likely be hungry, and cooking was one of her assigned duties in the house.
Doc sighed in resignation. "Fine, but hurry up. We're famished."
As soon as Snow White left the room, she hurried to the nearby lake and stripped off her sticky clothes. The cold water was a shock to her system, but it felt incredibly refreshing as it washed away the remnants of the dwarves' passions. She lathered up with a sponge, singing softly to herself as she did so. Her voice was as lovely as ever, attracting a chorus of birds who joined her in harmony.
"Hey, can any of you help me scrub my back?" she called out, handing over the sponge to a pair of cooperative songbirds.
Much to her surprise, the birds happily obliged, working in tandem to scrub her back thoroughly. Snow White felt rejuvenated and thanked them, continuing her song as more animals began to gather along the shore. Deer, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, and even a turtle appeared, all drawn by the mesmerizing melody that filled the air.
"Hi, everyone," Snow White said with a warm smile as she stepped out of the water. "I'm Snow White. Nice to meet you all."
A gentle nudge from a deer sent Snow White tumbling onto her back with a giggle. "Bambi, you little cutie," she said, reaching out to pet his soft coat. "Come here, let me touch you."
Bambi approached her timidly, his brown eyes gleaming with curiosity. Snow White could feel his hot breath on her inner thighs as he sniffed around, exploring her tender flesh. For a moment, she hesitated, feeling uneasy at the sensation. But Bambi's inquisitive nature proved too much for her to resist, and she lay there, waiting to see what would happen next.
Much to her surprise, Bambi began licking her pink pussy, his tiny tongue exploring her most sensitive areas with surprising skill. Snow White gasped softly, her hips bucking beneath the fawn's nimble attention.
"Holy shit!" she cried out and tossed her head back. "How are you doing that? This is insane..."
The deer's tongue delved deep inside her, stroking her most sensitive spots with rapid flicks. Snow White moaned loudly as the insanely long and flexible deer tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. The birds joined in with her moans, mistaking them for a melody.
"Oh god! Oh fuck! That's so good! Don't stop!" Snow White pleaded.
The deer didn't stop. It continued to lick her pussy with extreme thoroughness, driving Snow White over the edge. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing through the forest.
Not too far from there, another girl, Aurora or Briar Rose as she was known, was wandering through the forest to pick berries. The humble peasant garb she wore concealed her true regal status as a princess. Born with stunning beauty and a gift of song, Aurora had been cursed by the malicious Maleficent to fall into an eternal sleep. To protect her, her three fairy-aunts had disguised her as a peasant and taken her to live in the woods.
Today, Aurora heard a woman's distant moans, piquing her curiosity. Setting down her half-filled basket of berries, she crept towards the source of the sounds, her heart pounding. Last night, she'd had a dream about a girl with captivating beauty and rosy lips, and now here she was, witnessing the very scene from her dream.
The naked Snow White lay on the ground, her thighs spread wide as a deer licked between her legs with an insanely flexible tongue. Snow White screamed with pleasure as the deer's tongue stroked her most sensitive spots.
"Oh God, Bambi, you're driving me wild!" Snow White cried out as a big crowd of forest creatures gathered to watch. Aurora, hiding among the trees, couldn't believe her eyes. She felt a strange mix of emotions. She was fascinated, yes, but also aroused. Her breathing quickened, and she could feel herself getting wet. Watching Snow White being pleasured made her own desires surge. She slipped her hand under her skirt and began to stroke herself, her fingers moving in circles over her swollen clit. The sounds of Snow White's moans and Aurora's own soft gasps filled the air.
Aurora's heart raced as she cupped her own breasts, her nipples hardening through her blouse. She moaned softly, lost in the pleasure she was giving herself. She wanted to join Snow White, to feel that same intensity, but she knew she couldn't. She was forbidden from interacting with strangers.
As the sun began to set, Aurora knew she had to leave. She couldn't stay and watch any longer, no matter how much she wanted to. She had to go home before her aunts started to worry. With a heavy heart, she finished touching herself and slipped away into the forest.
Humming happily, Aurora stepped into the cottage where she lived with her aunts. In the center of the floor, a cleaning mop swayed back and forth by itself.
"Stop, mop!" Merryweather shrieked, terrified, and the mop dropped to the floor. She spun around to face Aurora. "Check out our new self-running mop! Isn't modern technology simply astonishing?"
Aurora shrugged nonchalantly. She knew full well that her aunts were fairies, despite their attempts to conceal it from her—attempts that were woefully ineffective.
"Did you grab the berries?" Merryweather inquired.
Aurora hesitated. "Oh, I must've forgotten all about it," she said with a sly smile.
Merryweather grew suspicious. "What have you been up to?"
"Just singing and stuff," Aurora replied flippantly.
Merryweather grunted. It was classic Aurora behavior.
"I'm heading to my room," Aurora announced.
Merryweather nodded. As she bent over to retrieve the mop, Aurora discreetly slipped a sparkly wand from her back pocket.
Upstairs in her room, Aurora heard Merryweather shouting: "Flora? Fauna? Have you seen my wand?"
Her aunts' feeble attempts to conceal their fairy personas were laughably unsuccessful.
Aurora picked out a book from her bookshelf—a spellbook she'd swiped from Fauna and disguised with a diary cover. She knew her aunts would never snoop in her diary, making it the perfect hiding spot for the magical texts. She sometimes borrowed their wands if she wanted a convenient way to clean her room or make her bed. She always returned them later, though.
There was a spell in the book that she'd been eager to try for quite some time, but she'd been too nervous to attempt it until now—after seeing Snow White. With shaking hands, she opened the book to the marked page and removed her clothes. She fumbled for the wand, her heart pounding with anticipation. She pointed it at her lower abdomen a few centimeters below her navel and took a deep breath.
"Vaginae voluptatem."
A bright yellow light erupted from the wand's tip. Aurora gasped and gripped the bedsheet tightly, her fingernails digging into the fabric. She felt intense pressure building within her folds, causing her head to spin. The sensation was overwhelming and made her squeal with pleasure. She tried to relax, and that made it even more intense. Her body moved in erratic spasms—up and down, side to side—like a breakdancing snake. She clamped down on her lower lip, struggling to contain her frenzied responses, and emitted a throaty moan.
"Ohhhh yes. Oh fuck. Oh my god."
She thought of Snow White and her head rolled back in ecstasy. She longed for the girl of her dreams with every fiber of her being.
The enchantment felt like a tangible entity sliding inside her, expanding her insides. It was firm yet ethereal, like a wispy cloud infiltrating her depths and inducing indescribable pleasure. She grasped her ample breasts, her erect nipples pointing skyward. Her moans grew louder, disregarding the likelihood that her aunts could hear through the walls. She gave in to her cries.
"Oh yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck! Oh my god!"
As her orgasm approached its zenith, her vision blurred. She released a torrent of fluid onto the bedsheet and felt the spell losing its potency.
She lay flat on her back on the bed like a starfish, her heart pounding, her breathing rapid, and a mixture of relief and eagerness to experience it again.
That night, she dreamt of encountering Snow White. They stripped off their clothes and engaged in a phenomenal lovemaking session. And it's said that if a dream repeats itself, it's destined to come true.