Aesops Grimm Look at Mother's Enchanted Forest

[poohlive]

The Larry Toll Tax was set up at three different bridges throughout the Enchanted forest here. Nothing too expensive, pretty decent for his upkeep and general labor of th bridges themselves. They were good quality work, Northwestern pine, doubled nailed, pefectly leve, able to hold either 4 regular folk, two monster types, or a cart filled with goods for the market.

Simple Simon compliment him several times.

The toll was run by the ex-comminucated dwarves of the forest. Apparently, there was some argument over mining rights, but they were hard workers and took shifts so that Larry's Tolls were guarded twenty four hours a day.

Larry himself only resided in one bridge. His own bridge, where he sat in his comfortable lounge chair watching last Sunday's highlights on ESPN.

This bridge didn't have a toll, or a sign, or anything warning it. A simple road from the forest came to the bridge, and then on the other side was the brightest greenest prettiest meadow one ever did see, filled with flowers and bushes and grass so soft, you'd think it was made of silk.

Larry made it look that way. He was out there three hours a day working, planting, reseeding. Water, fertilizer, Miracle Gro, those little lady bug things which killed all the aphids.

Come on, little goats.... you fucking little pieces of shit... come on!

He sat there, under his bridge, eating a tofurkey sandwich and waiting, waiting patiently for the trip trop trip trop of little goat feet...


Or something, anything to cross his own personal bridge.

 

[Snow-Guy]

"Robert Hood, Robert Hood, riding through the glen. Robert Hood Robert Hood, wiith his band of men."

His resemblance to his better known brother was a sore point for Robert, but Scarlett and John had known him for a long time. He'd even had a thing going with Scarlett for a while, but could never shake the feeling she wished he was the famous outlaw rather than the gardener. Plus, they had argued constantly about silly little things. Nope, they were better off friends.

"Firstly guys, we're walking, secondly, there the two of you are hardly a band, although John is perhaps two people sharing a pair of trousers, thirdly, Scarlett, you are definately not a man."

That was definitely true, even in the ugly baggy green shirts they wore for gardening (the King wanted 200 year old oak trees, and he wanted them yesterday, so they were very busy at the moment), you could tell she swelled in the wrong places to be a man (unless she was a man with two medium sized cats sleeping under his shirt).

"Fourthly, and perhaps most importantly, you can't sing. Not only did you miss every note, I don't think you even came close enough to scare them."

"Ouch" The delectable Scarlett Williams pouted sexily and threw a clod of dirt at Robert, which he dodged easily.

"Hey. Did you say I was fat?" John Little's ponderous voice cut accross everything (if you're seven foot tall, people listen, even if you are a little slow).

They were nearly at the hall, looked like there was going to be a good turnout.

 

[Britwitch]

Red and Guido in the thicket...

Red felt a surge of self-satisfaction rise up inside as she watched Guido's reaction to her transformation. She knew she looked the part, she'd even been mistaken for the real thing once or twice when heading through the town in costume ready to surprise some bachelor party or other. But to see his smile grow so wide it might just crack his face was proof that she was defintely doing something right.
He reached out and raised her chin so that their eyes met.

"Its time for youse ta contribute to da de-link-wen-cee of dis miner...Time ta play a game I likes ta call: Who's your Prince Now!"

Red giggled in a naive manner, biting her bottom lip teasingly as Guido's hat sailed out of his hands and he began to lift up his shirt. Red knew the dwarves worked hard in the mines and that kept them in shape but...my...what a shape he was...
She hadn't seen such muscles since she'd been working a 'Romance-Novel-Cover-Heroes-And-Heroines-Convention'. Truth be told she'd allowed herself to be painted for the odd bodice ripper now and then when business was slow but those guys at the convention had been puffed up and powdered so much, she knew it was all for show. Guido...now Guido she was certain had more than a rough idea how to use the muscles he had...And if not, she had an idea or two.

Although reality cut through her musings as he became trapped in his own clothing. His golden chains and beard tangling up and causing his arms and head to become swathed in the white material.
"Uh, Red baby, could youse gives me a hand?"

Smiling, Red moved closer and began to pull at the shirt, biting back the urge to swear as she was certain Ms. White never did anything of the sort and she was trying to stay in character. With one final heave she yanked the shirt off, the force knocked her back onto her back and dragging Guido with her, laying on top of her, his face cushioned by her ample busom. He stood up, betwen her parted thighs, looking down at her once more.
"Goodness..." Red exclaimed, keeping her voice light and airy. "Whatever are you doing there, sir...? Did you hurt yourself when you fell...perhaps I should check you over for injuries..." She added with a grin she knew was far too knowing to have ever resided on Snow White's face but she didn't care. She sat up and slowly ran a hand down the front of Guido's bare chest and over the belt of his trousers to his crotch. Rubbing and squeezing gently. "Oh my...I think I can feel a swelling...maybe we should take these off so I can take a proper look..."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Gladiola, The Mildly Wicked

When her cottage began to vibrate, Gladiola's first thought was earthquake. Her second, that pervert Babar, his cousin/wife Celeste and the rest of the incestuous herd. Her third was spot on... Fenia! That woman had a heavy foot, there was no denying. Even two years at Glinda's Young Ladies' School of Deportment hadn't lightened her step.

Swearing under her breath, she barely managed to catch a vase that teetered and tottered and finally toppled from its perch. "Got it!" she exclaimed as her eyes caught the movement of a white envelope fluttering from that selfsame shelf toward the floor. "What's... "

Dear Gladiola,

In re our conversation about possible alternate venues for FFTVA meetings, I have managed to retain the use of the Village Hall for the aforementioned conclave on the 2d of Neverwherey at six o'clock SHARP. I will, of course, provide refreshments as part of my fee. Don't be late!

Sincerely,
Harvey W. Rabbit, Esquire​

Gladiola turned the note over and back again, her mouth opening and closing not very unlike a guppy. How could she have forgotten??

Dropping the vase she had so proudly saved from destruction thirty seconds ago, Gladiola glanced at her watch. Mickey's hands were... "I'll be late! He'll wine and groan and moan and... " Grabbing her broom, she yanked open the door and rushed outside -- smack dab into...

"How many times have I told you that I'm not as simple as those piglets you huffed and puffed and blew out of their houses!" she shrilled from her perch on the BBW's chest. "Now I'm really going to be late. And so are you!!"

"Late?" Mervin seemed a bit confused. The FFTVA meeting was tonight. He nodded. It was at Gladi's house. He nodded. He was here and he'd even brought her... "Wine?"

Gladiola scrambled to her feet and thwapped him with the end of her broom. "Get up! The meeting's in the Village Hall and... " She eyed the bottle suspiciously. "You didn't get me Night Train again, did you?"

 

[Safefunguy]

Guido falls, does Snow fall?

"Whatever are you doing there, sir...? Did you hurt yourself when you fell...perhaps I should check you over for injuries..."

"Now DAT was a great fall" Guido chuckled to himself, in spite of the annoyance he felt as his su-wah-vey attempt to remove his shirt was spoiled. "Da landin sure was great!" he thinks to himself and allows a grin to creep across his face.

Regaining some of his machismo, Guido enjoys the fiery rush as Snow's/Red's hands send pulses throughout his body. The feather light caresses of her fingers as she outlines the chiseled musculature of his chest and abdomen stir him. He is enthralled by the juxtaposition of the seductress and the innocent.

"Oh my...I think I can feel a swelling...maybe we should take these off so I can take a proper look..."

At the touch of her hands on his dwarvenhood, Guido's mind returns to his fantasy. He looks down to see Snow White's warm pale hands and delicate fingers bringing him these rushes of pleasure. His large, powerful hand closes over hers and holds it to him as he presses forward with his hips. "Snow baby," he manages in a hoarse whisper, "youse gotta magic touch."

Guido takes in his fantasy girl's bright red lips; they are parted ever so slightly, just inches away from him. Yes! This is what he wanted when he first set out to destroy his cousin Doc. He wanted eveything that belonged to his cousin and he knew, just knew, that Snowy was part of the deal. With his free hand he slips his belt open, his pants sliding enough to parially expose himself to her.

Guido raises his hand slowly, as if in a trance, to stroke Snow White's cheek. With a finger he traces the outline of her sensual lips tenderly before throatily saying to her: "Youse knows what Guido wants Snow Baby, here's your proper look." He removes their hands, no longer holding back his proud member.

 

[gagonthis]

Following Prince Charming, Cindy was glad to be out of the house. That place was all to crazy for her. She wondered if those girls ever even look in the mirror. The Prince had thought them trolls earlier, Cindy knew he'd tried to hide that. Inside she knew that, she'd seen them every day, and Cindy knew a that calling them a troll was way to nice for them.

So this Prince, he was pretty cute. His blonde hair and blue eyes, wow. A girl could get used to being with him. He was strong not overly, but you knew he could handle himself.

"Your majasty, I just need to get to the market then head back to the dragons layer, I mean home," Cindy told him.

"Hmmm what go home? No no we can't stop here... this is Troll Country..." He muttered half to himself and half to her as he searched over his shoulder what was now two groups of women he feared would be pursuing him. Maybe those fugly stepsisters and stepmother would leave well alone. He smiled as he looked Cinderella over frankly, his eyes pausing longest on her generous cleavage and nice ass. "Sooooo I'm guessing your stepmom had a lot of money and your dad had a lot of gambling debts? Or something along those lines? Cause I know I wouldn't touch that shit with a ten foot pole if I could avoid it." He shuddered as he thought about his assault by the misplaced nipple beast in her mom. "Christ almighty though, look at you, clean you up a bit and you'd be tasty enough to eat." He smiled at his own innuendo. "So do you need rescuing from anything? Been asleep for many years? Locked in a tower? Poisoned with an apple you obviously shouldn't have eaten? Anything at all I could save you from?" He asked, his hand absently wandering down her back and to her bottom.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Cindy aka Cinderella

"Saving, you have no idea what living with those creatures will do to a girl, I mean just look at what I've got to wear."

The clothes she wore were tattered beyond repair, and the PRince was right she could use a bath. Cindy looked behind her, wanting to make sure the monters she lived with were not following.

"The ugly thing that is my stepmother gave my father some spell or potion to fall in love with her, obviously no sain man would ever...., she moved in with her hideous daughters, miny versions of the original swamp thing. My father died an I got stuck playing serving wench," she told the Prince, letting her eyes wander over him.

"So yeah I need all forms of saving. I need a bath, clothes, and a few other things,"she winked up at the Prince.

 

[Safefunguy]

Mervin, The Big Bad Wolf, aka Big W, aka Wolfie

"Geez Glad Rags, how about a 'Nice to see you Wolfie' or maybe a 'So glad you could make it old boy!' I'd even settle for a 'Is that a bottle of wine you have there or are you just happy to see me?' "

"I really didn't expect an assault with intent to sweep." Mervin complained. "You do realize the saying goes; sweep someone off their feet, not whomp them with a bloody broom!"

"Besides Gladi-gator, that whole huff and puff and blow stuff was just a nasty rumor spread by the pigs after I busted their last get rich quick scheme. What were they thinking trying to sell cologne made out of mushrooms? With that ridiculous catch phrase: It's what the fun guys wear " Mervin rolls his eyes. "They're mad with me for having liberated their houses from them."

"You know darn full well that this lupine enjoys the fairer flesh. No huffing, puffing or blowing here! But that does remind me that I should go around and collect rents soon. It hasn't been easy after word spread, now tenants see me outside and flee to find relatives with brick houses. Hah! I have a plan for this month that will help me get my money."

As he brushes himself off, Mervin explains about the wine, bluffing naturally, he hadn't even looked at the bottle yet: " I, er, acquired this fine local vintage just this day. I understand it to be quite palatable... oh no." Receiving a blank glare from his friend, he continues: "P & P Vintner's Mushroom Delight: "Enjoyed by fun guys everywhere!"

Mervin shrugs and offers his arm to Gladiola. "We can always pawn it off on the bunny for setting up the meeting. "It'll be funny watching him gracefully accept it. I know he would never sink so low as to actually drink it. I bet he will be loathe to even touch the bottle"

Mimicking the white rabbit's voice "Ahem, yes, you know of course that protocol is protocol. We must always follow protocol. Where WOULD we be without protocol"

"You know as well as I he can't publicly insult us by turning it down. I know its probably a bit small of me to enjoy this, but it will make up for his prank gift of a wool sweater he gave me last year. I wore that thing thinking he cared, not realizing the smart aleck was running around telling everyone to look for the wolf in sheep's clothing..

I heard there was a prize for the first one to pick me out. I tell you it was quite embarrassing having every nut job in the forest asking to see my tags. Canine and Lupine types could take offense at a crack like that, so I often did."

"I had thought everyone was just happy to see me! I didn't realize our buddy had everyone in the forest in on the joke! Oh yeah and from your sniggering I guess you were in on it too."

Mervin, crosses his arms over his chest and looks annoyed. But the truth is that he cannot stay angry with Gladiola for more than a minute or two and laughs out loud at himself. "It will be good to see that bunny again." Mervin once again offers his arm to Gladiola, "Shall we head off now?"

 

[Britwitch]

Red gives Guido a 'Snow'-job

"Snow baby...youse gotta magic touch."
Red smiled up as sweetly as she could, biting her bottom lip ever so slightly as she made sure her eyes never left his. As much as she wanted to watch what his hands were doing in front of her face, she knew 'Snow White' wouldn't look...so she would not.
"Youse knows what Guido wants Snow Baby, here's your proper look."
Red had to admit what flopped towards her face was more than she had seen in a long time. Thick and hard, almost pulsing with desire, Guido's shaft was more than men twice his height could boast. A little part of her brain knew that his size could be a problem but the dirtier part knew that they'd both enjoy making him fit.
"Oh my..." She whispered in that same light and airy tone before leaning forwards and running her smooth fingertips up and down the length. Wrapping both hands around him and stroking back and forth lightly. Listening to his groaned response. After a few moments of teasing, she leant even closer and parted her bright painted lips. Tilting her head slightly so that he could watch her mouth, she enveloped the large head with her lips. Finding that he almost filled her mouth already, she increased the pressure, sucking gently, lightly, flickering her tongue over his flesh as she began to hum, the vibrations travelling up his shaft to stimulate him even more. Humming 'Some day my prince will come' seemed an apt choice for the situation as she began to try and take more of him into her mouth, her red lips slipping up and down his thick shaft as much as she could manage. Every so often looking up at him through her long eyelashes meekly. Knowing it was the submission of 'Snow White' he wanted as much as her body.

 

[Snow-Guy]

"Hey, is that caveat emptor?"

They might be on the way to the FFTVA meeting, but the caveat emptor flower was a real rarity (for two weeks of the year it was one of the most beautiful plants anywhere in the land - leaves that looked like the finest silk around a flower whose petals seemed to have been woven out of gossamer-thin strands of gold and stamen that shimmered like pearls, it also wafted fragrant perfume into the evening air. Of course the rest of the year it had dull brown leaves, and smelt vaguely of dwarf underpants - hence the name.

John, and Scarlett quickly pulled their horses to a stop and jumped into the undergrowth. They were just there, partially hidden from view, innocently looking for valuable plants, doing nothing wrong.

Robert was going through the cart, which unfortunately blocked the road, looking for the transfer pots. He'd found the gardening claw (a modifed longbow that actually pulled plants out of the ground rather than pushing arrows in) and was holding it casually in one hand while he looked.

Of course if you were a particularly suspiciously minded person you might think something entirely different was going on...

 

[gagonthis]

"Saving, you have no idea what living with those creatures will do to a girl, I mean just look at what I've got to wear."

The clothes she wore were tattered beyond repair, and the PRince was right she could use a bath. Cindy looked behind her, wanting to make sure the monters she lived with were not following.

"The ugly thing that is my stepmother gave my father some spell or potion to fall in love with her, obviously no sain man would ever...., she moved in with her hideous daughters, miny versions of the original swamp thing. My father died an I got stuck playing serving wench," she told the Prince, letting her eyes wander over him.

"So yeah I need all forms of saving. I need a bath, clothes, and a few other things,"she winked up at the Prince.

Prince Charming smiled mischeviously at her response. "Oh the things I would save you from..." He said, looking her body up and down, trying to imagine her without the potato sack dress and with a proper bath... hygiene always made women sexier after all.. "I'd rescue you from towers where you'd been locked, kiss the life back into you... fight a horde of angry beavers.." Boy that had been an odd adventure.. "Let me take you into town Cinderella.. we can 'save' you from those clothes and get you a bath and then maybe you and I could....... ummmm shit, look at that cool tree!" He said, seizing Cinderella's hand and ducking behind a large tree off the path as the noise he had heard resolved itself into the mob of women chasing him, looking even more pissed than before. They stalked past his hiding spot and he breathed a sigh of relief, before turning to Cinderella, struggling for an explanation. "They're ummmm... vacuum salespeople I owe payments to?"

 

[Safefunguy]

A magical moment for Guido and Snow?

"Oh my..."

Guido couldn't keep himself from smirking at "Snow's" reaction to his girth. Most human women were pleasantly surprised by what they discovered when they became involved with Dwarves. Once they discovered the size of Dwarven mining tools, then never feared getting the short end of the stick ever again.

His powerful left hand still cupping Snow's head, he pressed forward with his hips, trying to slide as much of himself as he could between her luscious red lips. He sighs with pleasure as she tries valiantly to accommodate him.

Guido reached down with his right hand to fondle her left breast through the gauzy material of her bra. His thick fingers sliding over the nipple, coaxing it to attention. Guido began to groan as he felt the soft vibrations of Snow's humming. His hand leaves her breast to clamp down on her shoulder to hold his balance as the intense sensations wobble his knees momentarily.

Holding her head in place, Guido begins pumping in and out of his dream girl's waiting mouth. He enjoys watching her struggle to take him in, the lips he has wanted to invade in his dreams for so long sliding along his length.

His breathing becoming more ragged as Snow picks up the pace he is only vaguely aware that she is actually humming a song. So lost is he in his fantasy of being pleasured by his dream girl, that he fails to notice the arrival of a few woodland creatures.

The song Red hums as Snow, speaks to the creatures. As any small woodland creature living in an enchanted forest knows, music performed by a beautiful young woman stirs the soul. It is only a matter of moments before the thicket is surrounded by all manner of small creatures wearing clothing.

Bluebirds with kerchiefs on their heads, mice with jackets, bunnies with scarves and skunks wearing flowers arrive and begin to sway in time with the music. Creatures frolic around Red and Guido, dancing and singing. Two apparently very skilled chipmunks scamper up Red's back, unfasten her bra and free her swaying breasts. Before the garment can hit the ground a helpful robin swoops down and catches it, depositing the bra neatly inside Red's basket.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Pam, one of the Three Little Pigs

Pam spent the afternoon with Mrs. Sprat but when the housekeeper needed to get busy and Pam realized how late it was getting, the two of them decided to go ahead and select two gowns for each princess. The ladies had been out most of the day and the King and Queen were going to be very upset if the princesses were not home by dusk.

Pam needed to get going herself. She still had a couple of stops herself before dusk. It wasn't safe to be out after dark, especially on a night when all the "villains" in the forest were gathering for one of their monthly meetings. Pam wasn't sure why they all got together each month, but she suspected it had to do with lots of drinking and wild sex. At least that was what the rumors said.

Once the gowns were chosen, Pam was on her way. Her next stop was at a house in town that had once been one of the prettiest manors. Since the owner had remarried, the house had been redecorated by the current wife and now it was an eyesore to the town. Pam kept the gowns for the wife and her two daughters wrapped in brown paper and under all the other beautiful gowns in her cart. She didn't want anyone to see them. If it wasn't for the fact that she could charge outrageous prices, she would not cater to this particular group of ladies. It hurt her sense of pride every time she had to make one of their concoctions, but, she justified her work but reminding herself that as a small businesswoman, she was supposed to cater to all clients not just those with good taste.

She pulled up to the back of the manor, and carefully moved all her beautiful gowns to pull out the wrapped packages at the bottom. Eyes swinging from left to right, Pam hurried to the back door and knocked. As soon as it opened she pushed her way in, not wanting to be here any longer than necessary.

It was one of the daughters that answered the door, which surprised Pam as usually it was the young Cindy that answered. Now that was a girl with taste, she thought as she followed the ugly female up the stairs. In front of the three ugliest beings in the area, including trolls, wolves and dwarves, Pam took out the gown for the younger of the two girls. In a bright chartruese, the gown was covered in various shades of large red and orange cabbage roses. The neckline, rather than being the fashionable scooped neckline, was actually designed to plunge to the navel. Had the female had a bosom it would have shown prominently at the edges of the gown, but since this girl was flatter than the Gingerbread Man's cousin, Pancake, the gown just laid flat against her chest. It was decidedly one of the ugliest things Pam had ever seen, much less made. But the girl jumped for joy and exclaimed as if it was a gown fit for a queen. Pam wouldn't even sell the worst witch of the empire that gown, but it was what the client ordered. Pam shuddered lightly.

The eldest daughter had even worse taste, having a body that was plump were it should be thin and thin where it should have curves. Pam had never seen anyone with an inverted hourglass shape before, but that was the only way to describe this girl. Thank goodness Pam wasn't responsible for the make-up of these three.
Holding up the girl's choice of gown, Pam tried not to look at the gown or the girl. Pam had heard a lot of people say that pigs were ugly but really! Those people had surely not seen what ugly really was. This gown was made of a bland olive green that Pam called army green because the only other people that seemed to like that shade was the King's army. Pam could understand why Humpty kept falling off the wall. Not only was his bottom round but the shock of the blandness of this color of green was enought to make anyone want to roll away.

However, the girl's design was unique. It had a high collar that stood up similar to Snow White's stepmother's favorite cape, then came across the neck just below the chin to form a turtleneck look, that was followed by a huge diamond cut out that emphasized the lack of bosom and the vast girth of the midline. It had taken all of Pam's skill to design the gown so that the waistline didn't pull the top away from the body and expose the tiny nipples that stuck up off the flat chest. Actually, Pam realized, as the gown was tried on by the girl, anyone who did get a glimpse under the two small panels of material wouldn't have realized what they were looking at. Pam had seen larger breasts on babies. At least the material was pretty, well it was pretty on the bolt, own this girl, the color seemed to fade. The color of the iridescent blues and greens, taken from the shades of a peacocks feathers was gorgeous as it seemed to shift from one hue to another as the wearer moved. It had just about killed Pam to waste the material on a gown such as this. But a small sample had slipped out of the sample book and as soon as it appeared the girl had jumped on it. No matter how Pam had tried to talk the girl into something else, the girl had been adamant.

The mother had slightly better taste and a slightly better figure, although it was not even close to the figure that the stepdaughter had. Pam would love to see one of her gowns on Cinderella, but that fun went to the girl's fairy godmother. Turning her mind to the female in front of her, Pam could barely keep her curly tail from straightening as she pulled out a gown that would have been cute on a ten year old girl but was hideous on this middle aged matron. Covered in gigantic bows of white, the gown was too short in front exposing the woman's legs from foot to mid-thigh. A narrow back panel fell from the waist to the floor, supposedly to give a hint of covering the derriere but in reality it just highlighted the fact that the front of the gown was missing. To see a matron in virginal white was ridiculous enough, but one in a gown that was covered in bows and half missing was just ugly. Pam would have given the cost of the gown, a very high price indeed, to see the faces of the people at the meeting that night. But she had one more stop to make before her day was over so Pam bid the ladies goodnight and taking the heavy bags of gold with her, she left.

Pam seldom carried gold, but let her clients pay her with deposits in her Leprechaun Bank account. Back in the wagon, and on to her last stop, Pam couldn't help but notice how low the sun was getting in the western sky. Thank goodness she was almost ready to go home. As her pony's hooves clattered on the wooden bridge, Pam watched for signs of the Troll. She could hear him before she saw him as she pulled the cart to the side of the bridge, where her pony could graze on the rich green grass. Giving the pretty hillside an admiring glance, Pam gathered up the evening suit that the Troll had ordered for that night's meeting. Pam had to admit that the Troll had done one heck of a makeover job as she carried his suit towards his home.

"Good evening, Troll," she said sweetly as it was never good to anger a troll no matter how good looking he was. "I have your new suit ready for the meeting tonight. I hope you haven't changed your physique too much in the past week, or your suit will need alterations. It is amazing how much your measurements have changed since you decided to start working out. I have had to completely redo the memory on my sewing machine. "

While the Troll went into his bedroom to change into the suit, Pam continued to talk loud enough for him to hear her. "People all over the kingdom have been complimenting the changes you have made to the bridges. No one is in fear of having the bridge collapse under them any more."

When the Troll appeared, Pam's hooves slapped both sides of her cheeks, "OH MY!!! You look positively ... marvelous. No one would ever believe you are a troll."

Spotting a loose thread, Pam walked over to the Troll and brushed the thread off the jacket. With a tailor's hand, she swept over the lines of the jacket and pants, checking to see that they lay in neat lines. Moving around to the front of the Troll, she tugged at the sleeves, checking their length, and then retired the bow tie of the black tuxedo. Stepping back she ran her eye over him once more and announced him the handsomest troll in all the land.

 

[poohlive]

"Better than some stupid goat."

He growled, low in his throat, lookiong down at the suit. It did look good, even he had to admit it. Clear skin, nice hair, good teeth, tall strong physique. He had everything going for him, didn't he?

And still, he was so angry, so hateful. Even worse than before. Before he was just regularly evil with a touch of badness thrown in for good measure. Now, he was revenge driven mad, topped with red spiteful strawberry sauce.

It wasn't until the pig, such a wonderful pig indeed, who paid him so many compliments, came close that he got to smell her. She smelled of sweet lavender and pork chops. He bent down, unable to resist, his eyes closed, his lips against her neck. She tasted even sweeter, it filled all his senses.

"I've seen you too," He said, "Since you've lived all by yourself, you've changed as well. I notice you, from time to time..."

It might have been to eat her, maybe. But he was a troll. That's what he thought about. Now, he wanted to do more. Eat her... in a different way.

"Do you have time, to stay?" He let one strap from her shoulder slip off, revealing it bare, open to him, as he licked down her. He pressed his whole body up against hers.

"Just a little bit?"

 

[sharingfantasies]

Pam, one of the Three Little Pigs

Pam was astounded, amazed, and even excited when the Troll began to nuzzle her neck. It had been a long time since anyone had nuzzled her, and never anyone as handsome as the Troll. She started to melt against him, felt her heart race a little faster, the red flags went off in her head, screaming "Warning, Troll, Warning, Pig eating Troll". But the Troll had always been polite and he was a customer so it was hard to imagine him eating her, and certainly not at this moment when soft squeals of pleasure was coming from her as his lips touched her body in sensuous ways.

But still, Pam was a logical pig at even the most inopportune times, so she put both hands on his shoulders, admiring their width and said,"Troll? Troll! Larry!"

Which got his attention fast, as it wasn't known by many and while Pam heard a lot of gossip she was careful to only talk about facts when she was with others but she had known his name for awhile. But still, she hadn't said .. wait she was digressing, (another habit of hers).

"Larry, before this goes any further, you aren't planning on taking advantage of your new suit to make me feel all soft and piggly so you can eat me, are you? Have you forgotten you have a meeting tonight?"

Despite the logical words she spoke, her hooves continued to caress his shoulders. There were such manly shoulders after all.

 

[poohlive]

"If I wanted to eat you," He growled, low in his throat as he pushed her against one of the wooden struts. Her whole body shook, and as he pressed hard up against her, they both seemed to share a gasp.

"... I would just do it, but I don't want to eat you little piggy."

He licked at her bare shoulder, the taste of it even better than before. Lavender and sweet sweet pork chops. The whole scent of her divine in his mouth. His teeth were sharp, shiny, grazing against her skin.

"I just want you."

Hands too eager to hesitate, let her clothing slip down her legs. Perfectly formed legs, nice thighs, he let his hands run all the way up them, and then all the way down again. They reached higher, found her little slit, one finger sliding up it.

Their bodies hard, touching, groping. His own hands trying to touch what he could, her soft curves matching against his toned muscles. He pressed harder, easing one of her legs around him.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Pam, one of the Three Little Pigs

With his words of "I just want you." , Pam gave up on logic and let the delightful sensations flow through her, over her and around her. With a deep oink and heavy sigh, she let her own tongue do some exploring, along his jaw, over his cheekbones, her hands tugging on the tie that she had just fixed. She felt overwhelmed, on fire, and the roar in her ears was the sound of her heart beating so hard she thought it would explode through her chest.

Pam didn't worry about the time or the suit or his meeting, she was incapable of all thoughts but one, giving him pleasure. So as her own clothing disappeared, she worked at making his clothing do the same. By the time his finger entered her, Pam was so aroused she orgasmed with small oinking whimpers as her body contracted around his finger. Her body thrust against his hand over and over as she felt her body rise and fall as if she were the cow that had gone over the moon.

The troll let her down slowly, as she floated back, she shifted so that his finger slid out. Turning them both so that now he was against the strut, she smiled softly and oinked sweetly. Then she undid his pants and knelt down before him, taking him between her two hooves, she let her tongue slide over the wide head and dip into the tiny hole tasting him. With a small moan of her own, she widened her lips and took him into the warmth of her mouth. Moving back and forth she pressed against him with her tongue. The friction on his movements on her tongue were driving her crazy and she could feel her own arousal build as she used her mouth on him.

 

[poohlive]

"Oh sweet little piggy," His own reaction was of sweet succulence. He moaned, his thighs parting, looking down upon her as she took him whole into her mouth. She sucked on him, licked and sipped like she were drinking everlasting water. It urged him to no end, and he felt himself growing harder in her mouth.

She was a woman of all curves, round and shapely. He watched her thighs spread, hips out wide as she had bent over to take all of him in. Her breasts hung low, full and trim, all of them seemed to defy gravity.

He could do this all day, let her suck and play with him. She would go until he cum right in her mouth, and then let her bring him back to life only to do it all over again.

But no, not right now. He had other plans for her, other uses.

He helped her up, eased her to her feet once more, pushing her back onto the strut, but this time... her back was to him.

He moved down her sweet back, passed those pork chops, down to the rump roast. His mouth watered in hunger, in anticipation. She could feel his teeth grazing over such fine succulent flesh.

Slowly, he parted her thighs, his tongue coming out to lick at her juices. They flowed freely, some dropping to his tongue, others sliding down her legs. He licked them all up, his tongue long, luscious, making sure he caught every single one.

"Has it been a while, little piggy?" He asked, as he began to plunge into her depths, licking her, tasting her, taking her.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Cindy aka Cinderella

Prince Charming smiled mischeviously at her response. "Oh the things I would save you from..." He said, looking her body up and down, trying to imagine her without the potato sack dress and with a proper bath... hygiene always made women sexier after all.. "I'd rescue you from towers where you'd been locked, kiss the life back into you... fight a horde of angry beavers.." Boy that had been an odd adventure.. "Let me take you into town Cinderella.. we can 'save' you from those clothes and get you a bath and then maybe you and I could....... ummmm shit, look at that cool tree!" He said, seizing Cinderella's hand and ducking behind a large tree off the path as the noise he had heard resolved itself into the mob of women chasing him, looking even more pissed than before. They stalked past his hiding spot and he breathed a sigh of relief, before turning to Cinderella, struggling for an explanation. "They're ummmm... vacuum salespeople I owe payments to?"

Vacuum salespeople hu, Cindy though. She knew the Prince had a following but wow. She was actually just happy to be away from the shop of horrors. "A bath, new clothes those sound wonderful...." Her mind driffted back to her last bath with had been interupted by Robin and his oh so very merry men. She had left the river before she'd seen too much of their happiness. She went with the Prince, hiding behind the tree listening to him explain, as if he needed too. She just smiled, looking up in to his eyes. He really was attractive. She could see why the hordes of "saleswomen" followed him.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Gladiola and Woofie

Gladiola blinked, stifled a yawn or three and tried to look interested. The more this blabbermouth rambled, the less chance he'd have enough hot air left to flatten her house (just in case he thought he needed to brush up). On the other hand, Woofie's rep was a lot badder than his bite.

Slipping her long, thin fingers around his arm, Gladiola nodded and began to run, pulling the wolf along with her. "You could have purloined a good vintage," she scolded as they rushed headlong through the forest. "Or at least something from that Wonderland outfit. Harvey has a taste for a few of theirs. Especially the Shiraz."

"I'm telling you he isn't going to turn it down. It's the height of rudeness and well... " Woofie would have shrugged if that was physically possible at the pace Gladi had set for them -- kind of like making circles with your hand on your stomach while patting your head at the same time.

"Oh, just come on!" Breaking free of his arm, she took the lead briefly as they raced to the Village Hall, cursing Acme Ink's Lesson 13½: "The Compleat Guide to Besoms, Bosoms and Brooms" for leaving out that page on how to work the blasted broom she was clutching in her left hand. Come to think of it, the bosoms stuff hadn't worked well either.

As they slowed outside the Hall to catch their breaths, Gladiola took an especially deep one. "Even that wine isn't going to help, Woofie. We're... "

"You're LATE!" wheezed the Rabbit, glaring at the witch and her hairy companion as he checked his watch to determine exactly how late they were.

"Oh, brother. Now we're in for it," the BBW whispered rather loudly, shoving the P & P Vintner's Mushroom Delight into her free hand.

Gladiola nodded and sighed, thumping the bottle back against his stomach. "Let me handle it."

Taking a step forward, she leaned in close to the apoplectic rodent and whispered into his trembling ear as she smoothed the other. "There, there... We're really not late at all. In fact, we're early!"

"E-e-arly? Why, I say!" He pulled his watch from its threadbare pocket and flipped it open, squinting at the dial. "This watch is correct to the exact second and it says you are fourteen minutes and thirty... " He thumped his foot nervously as he prepared to utter the second at precisely the exact... " ...seven seconds LATE!"

Gladiola whispered again, this time skritching him on the top of his head. "Don't tell me you forgot!" she asked in a shocked voice.

"Forgot? Forgot??" He pulled out his appointment book and checked his notes. "Forgot what? I couldn't possibly have forgotten anything! You're late and that's all there is to it! Late! Late. Late. Late."

He was chanting it like a mantra as Gladiola whispered yet again. "Time change. You know the deal. Spring forward, fall back. Well, today was back, you see. So we're not late... you are early!"

Harvey W. Rabbit's eyes widened and rolled up into his head as he fainted dead away.

"Is it really?" Woofie asked, quite impressed with her quick thinking.

Gladiola shrugged. "Dunno, but we'd better get him inside and then have Quasi fix the clock on the tower."

 

[Britwitch]

Red's big number...

Red tried as well as she could to accept more of his large shaft between her lips. Shifting onto her hands and knees before him to try and change the angle and help them both. Sighing around him as his fingers found and teasing her nipple, feeling it tingle and harden almost instantly.
His hand moving to hold the back of her head as his hips pump a little more against her mouth. Even a professional like herself couldn't take such a large shaft without some difficulty. Looking up at him once more, blue eyes wide as he pressed more and more of himself between her stretched red lips, seeing his obvious enjoyment at her struggled attempts to take more of him.
Continuing to hum she suddenly hears the bushes rustle around them before woodland creatures of all descriptions began to appear. She rolled her eyes, she should have known better than to start humming such a song. There were rules around these things, once started, a song had to be finished. She had heard tales of the creatures attacking girls in the woods who had started songs but never finished them, 'wasting their time' in effect. Having no desire to be attacked by a furious badger or rabbit, she hummed louder. Pleasuring Guido even more as the animals drew nearer.
She felt paws scampering up her back and releasing her bra, then a rush of air as a bird, a Robin by all accounts, caught her bra and placed it in her basket. Feeling Guido's breathing growing more and more ragged she knew it wouldn't be long before he climaxed and she wanted to give him the full 'Snow White' service.
Moving slowly back off of his cock and slowly turning around, she presented her rear to him. Looking back over her shoulders, she wiggled her hips a little, raising an eyebrow slightly as she started to sing,
"Some day my prince will come...Some day we'll meet again..."
Her voice sweet and clear, ringing in the woodland silence around them. Red's eyes widened in surprise to find two rather excited looking squirrels bound over to her and, crouching beneath her, begin to flick their tails against her breasts, stimulating her nipples and making her gasp in the middle of her song. Her back arching and pushing her rear back again Guido's proud member. "...a-and away to his castle we'll go...To be happy forever I know..." She continued, although a little shakily from the stimulation the naughty squirrels were giving her. Pushing back more against him, guiding his shaft towards her tight, wet, waiting sex.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Pam, one of the Three Little Pigs

Pam couldn't answer, she couldn't think, all she could do was gasp for air as her body clenched tightly around the Troll as he plunged deeply into her from behind. Her hooves hung over the rung of the ladder as she pressed her knees against another. Then, with a low gutteral moan, she pushed back, meeting his thrusts, their bodies slapping loudly together.

Her moan changed to high pitched squeals as the pleasure built and spread throughout her. The Troll's grunts and low passionate words whispered in ear tightened her arousal even more. Pam's movements became wilder as her control fled, until there was nothing but animal sounds filling the room.

She could feel him stretching her, filling her, pushing her body towards the cliff and she wanted him to be as wild and out of control, as aroused as she was. Reaching behind her, she ran her hoof up along his flank, pressing him closer, pushing him even deeper into her. Her squeals changed again to a low grumbling moan as she tried her best to get him to his edge.

 

[poohlive]

His sharp intake of breath could not quench whatever fire had started in his loins. When he fucked her, pistoning in and out without abandon, their bodies shaking together, trembling with the overwhelming passion, these sounds of pure animal lust came out of him.

Broke and brutal, fucking her, panting, his legs quaking, pushing him in even further. He longed for each other of her, the hard slap of her ass as they both met, the ease of her back when he crashed into her, the eager touch of her hoof, coming out to guide him, push him, help him even further.

She seemed to be unable to control herself. He knew the feeling, as he pistoned inside of her, his large cock working into her sweet gentle folds. Giving, but not easy, no, not by any means. They gripped him, just as he plunged all the way inside, helping the friction as he left, making him work for each fuck, dig in for every ounce of pink inside of her.

He couldn't hold it any more though. He was rising, peaking, throwing himself at her over and over again. His cock plunged, purged, took her. His hands tight on her body, gripping, refusing to let go. His cries raged in pleasure, lips hot on her neck, his whole body growing rigid and tight.

 

[Safefunguy]

Guido has a wish come true.

"Some day my prince will come...Some day we'll meet again..."

The power of Red's song called out to Guido as well. (Dwarves are small and furry too - ok they may not be furry, but certainly hairy if you count their beards!) He found himself captivated by the sweet magical melody, wrapping itself around his core, controlling him in ways he could never have anticipated. His hands reached out for the hips of his fantasy girl, as if they were the arms of a marionette worked by a master puppeteer.

Guido swayed to the mystical rhythm of the song, his hips moving in time with Red's round bottom. Bracing himself on her his pulsing organ brushed along her inner thigh as it rose up to contact her glistening petals. His solid body quaked in passion as he felt himself slip into her waiting folds.

His lips parted as she enveloped him taking him deep inside. Rocking in time to the mystical song, the couple continued to seek the heights of passion. Guido, completely ensorcelled by the spell of the music began to add the harmonic response to Red's song.

In a surprisingly mellow tenor, driven by the power of the music, the dwarf professed his desires, his dreams completing the magic of the music. Guido sang of his search to find his true love, the agonies of his longing, the ache of disappointment. It was actually quite unsettling to the dwarf.

The little creatures of the forest scampered around the couple's urgent mating. Guido had to draw the line when an overly curious, and quite possibly blind, groundhog became a little bit too friendly getting caught up in the music himself. Guido snatched the annoying creature by its tail and chucked him into the woods.

Guido nearing the moment of bliss (and not quite coincidentally the end of the song) sang and made love with his dream lover. He was nearly out of breath from the combination of his exertions as he thrust his entire length into her a final time filling her with his dwarven seed before collapsing in the thicket. His body quivered and twitched as he held tightly his sweet dream of Snow White, drifting off to sleep.

Maybe not the wisest thing to do in the middle of the Enchanted Forest.

 

[Britwitch]

Red's finale...

Red was a little surprised as she heard Guido's voice joining her own. But they blended well and he had nailed the harmonies perfectly so she continued to sing.
Loosing a note slightly as his large dwarfhood slid inside her tight folds, taking her breath away a little.
Their movements becoming one as the song, and their mating dance, began to reach it's climax. All manner of furry animals circling them in their own dance. Chittering and chattering as her voice soared higher to reach the last note.
Just as Guido reached the end of his restraint and began to fill her with his seed.
The animals dispersed as soon as the final note ended, she groaned a little as she felt Guido slump towards the ground, taking her with him.
After a moment or two, it became obvious he had dozed off. Dis-entangling herself from his arms, and beard, and after cleaning up a little with some handy wipes from her basket, she took off the wig and replaced her underwear, Leaving a business card by Guido's slightly snoring head and giving him a light kiss on the forehead, she skipped off back towards the cottage in search of her dress.
She re-dressed and, after dis-entangling her leg once more from the amorous advances of Sleazy, she swayed her way back down the path and into the Enchanted Woods.