Snow White walks swiftly, escorted through the Forest by her animal friends. Tears run down her face now, as she ponders the horror of her situation. “My life in danger! Oh, how utterly awful! So, to the Far Kingdom must I escape. But then what? And who will take care of me now?”
She walks, and as she walks her friends bring her sustenance – berries and nuts and wild fruits – and guide her to springs of cool water where she may slake her thirst. But as darkness begins to fall, and there is no sign of reaching the other side of the Forest, let alone the Far Kingdom, she asks, “But where, O dear chums, can I spend the night? I am not like you, used to sleeping under the stars. I am a Princess, and must have a bed for the night, don’t you know?”
The animals confer briefly, chattering and hooting in heated deliberation, before leading the Princess off the main path at an angle, over a rise and down a steep incline, into a clearing with a stream running through it and, over the other side of a low footbridge, a small, thatched oak-beamed cottage.
It is dusk now, and the light is failing fast. “Who lives here?” asks the Princess. “And is it safe?” The animals seem to shrug their shoulders, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot – but Snow White’s question is answered forthwith, as the front door of the house opens, and a small light appears floating in the doorway. The light floats down the garden path towards Snow White and her friends, at about the height of the Princess’ eyes, all the while glowing with a strange magical purple hue. It stands vertically, about eight inches long and thick as Snow White’s slender wrist. As it approaches it become clear what it is.
“Oh I say!” exclaims Snow White. “It’s a Dildo! A Magic Dildo! How awfully jolly!”
The purple floating luminous Dildo throbs and pulsates with a magic internal light. It appears to bow, and then beckon. As Snow White follows, more floating shining Dildos appear at the doorway to the Cottage – seven of them in total, all colours of the rainbow, glimmering and pulsating seductively.
“Ohhh!” sighs the Princess. “I’m sure I will be very comfortable here!” She steps over the threshold into the Cottage, escorted by the Seven Dildos, and gently shuts the door behind her.
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“FILL THAT FUCKING FUNDAMENT, MIRROR MINION! REAM MY ROYAL RECTUM!” screeches the Queen. She is on her hands and knees on the marble floor, her bottom pressed hard against the steamy surface of her Mirror, as she feels his invisible Magic Manhood pound mercilessly in and out of her anus. “Cum in my fucking filth-pot and tell me I am the Fairest of Them All! For Snow White is dead, her heart excised by my faithful Royal Huntsman. Now there is none to challenge me!”
“If thou wouldst have me proclaim thee Fairest in the Land, O Quimly Queen,” pants the Mirror, “then let me see thee with all my Mirrorly Milt over thy Fair Fucking Face. Thy hair may be dark, thy skin pale, thy lips rouge – and, naturally, thy Courtly Cunt and August Arsehole unsurpassed – but, what if covered in cum, O Motherfucking Majesty? Will thy cream-covered features prove a Visage Victorious or Vile, a Face Fair or Foul?”
“Then squirt thy Judgment of Jizz all over my Fucking Features, my Masturbating Minion,” calls the Queen, whirling round and lifting her face in luminous anticipation, “and thou shalt surely see that Cum-Covered I am yet fairer than any in the Land. Watch thy Windowpane Wanksnot decorate me, see thy Enchanted Effluent embellish me, make me fairer still fuck-slimed than ever befoaaargh…” Her eyes shut but trembling in ecstatic expectation, she opens her mouth wide, her tongue extended and drooling, panting like a bitch on heat.
“Then take this, O Whorish Highness!” bellows the Mirror, as his cum squirts powerfully from his invisible member. The Queen feels the first few spurts land on her tongue, and moans in pleasure as she tastes the salty seed. Like pungent chlorinated cream, it fills her mouth until it overflows, dribbling down her chin and dripping onto her full breasts. She closes her mouth and swallows, feeling the mouthful of warm mirror-cum caress its way down her throat.
But the Mirror has not finished, of course, and continues to splatter magic gloop over the royal visage. “OH FUCK!” screams the Queen, as she feels multiple spurts of semen cover her face and hair, gluing her eyes shut, forming great rivulets down her forehead, cheeks and nose. Now glubbing and choking on the surfeit of fucksauce covering her face and filling her mouth, she screeches, “BEHOLD! My sorcerer serf, my wanking windowpane, see how fair is thy Queen when drowned in dick-juice, covered in cock-sauce, submerged in semen! Does not thy jism adorn me perfectly? Am I not the Fairest Fuck-Face in the Land?”
“Fair art thou, O Motherfucking Majesty!” proclaims the Mirror, as his cum continues to splatter over his mistress, cascading down her breasts, stomach and crotch, to form a large slippery puddle which spreads over the marble floor. “Thy hair, thy skin, thy lips, thy tits, thy cunt, yea thine arse are fairer and more fuckable than near any in the Whole Wide World. But thou art deceived, O Majesty, for Snow White liveth still! And whether pristine of face or covered with cum, she still surpasseth thee in beauty, O wretched cum-soaked Queen.”
“WHAT!” screeches the Queen. “Snow White still alive? Prove it, O Motherfucking Mirror! Hath my Huntsman deceived me? Yea verily must he be executed at dawn! GUARDS!!!”
The guards come running, but once again slip and slide in the cum-pond which now fills the chamber, ending up in a tangled pile in the corner. The Queen ignores them, as the Mirror clouds over, steams up, and then displays a scene to prove the veracity of his tale. “See, O Whorish Highness – Snow White!”
The Queen gasps in shock, as she sees in the Mirror the likeness of the Princess – hair black as ebony, skin white as snow, lips red as the rose – but only just recognisable, for she is on her back, naked, buttocks raised and legs spread wide, her hair dishevelled, her eyes watering, her skin flushed, screaming at the top of her lungs, “I SAY, FUCK ME, DON’T YOU KNOW!!!”
“Behold, O Motherfucking Majesty,” confirms the Mirror. “Snow White liveth. In the Cottage of the Seven Dildos, deep in the Great Forest, doth she make her abode. See – they fuck her now, in her arse and her face – but not her cunt, for yet doth she reserve that for her Prince.”
Seven flying glowing Magic Dildos do indeed grace the scene. One, shining bright yellow, with a mind of its own, slides contentedly between Snow White’s full breasts, its head pulsating with pleasure, slowly leaking lubricant to ease its passage. Two more, red and orange in colour, pound alternately in and out of the Princess’ gaping arsehole, their russet glow illuminating the maroon beauty of her rectal cavity. “Oh fuck my arse, do, my fine spiffing dildo ch–AAARGH!” squeals the Princess, as two more Dildos, glowing green and blue, force themselves simultaneously into her mouth, gagging her and making a geyser of throat-slime erupt from her face.
The Queen watches in horror and fascination, as the final two Magic Dildos, large and thick, dark blue and purple in hue, glide downwards through the air and begin nudging at Snow White’s tight cunt-lips. “NOOO!” shouts Snow White, as best as she can with two Dildos gagging her throat, “No’ i’ my cunt! Vat’f for my Pwince, when we are mewwied! ‘Um all over me inftead!!!”
The Dildos kindly comply, gliding upwards, their shining indigo and violet cockheads throbbing in anticipation, before angling themselves down towards the Princess and then exploding, showering her face and hair with thick creamy cum. The yellow Dildo releases its cream too, squirting copiously over her full tits and bulging nipples, thick cum-streams flowing between her breasts and down her abdomen towards her clitoris. The green and blue Dildos explode in Snow White’s mouth, filling her oral cavity with dildo-semen which overflows down her chin as she gags and splutters helplessly. Finally, the Princess’ gaping rectum becomes the recipient of the red and orange Dildos’ seed, filling with thick gloop until it too overflows, and pungent arse-flavoured jizz pours out and onto the ground.
“O God!” whimpers the Queen. “She is indeed beautiful! And still more fair covered in cum!”
It is true. Snow White is coated from the top of her beautiful head of black hair down to her thighs. Large globules of semen hang from her delicate features, and from her stiff nipples. Pools of cum have formed between her breasts, at her belly-button, in her cunt-cleft, and all the way down her crotch toward her arsehole. And when she smiles, her jizz-coated rose-red lips, illuminated by the multiple shining hues of the Seven Dildos, sparkle with such peaches-and-cream beauty as the world rarely sees. Spunk-soaked Snow White is truly the Fairest in the Land.
“Bitch!” mutters the Queen. “Filthy tight-cunted cum-soaked whore! She shall pay for this! Mirror!!!”
The scene in the Mirror fades away, as the Mirror intones, “Now how may I serve thee, O Quimly Queen?”
The cum-soaked Queen stands, jizz dripping slowly down her naked body as she addresses her glass servant: “Give me Magic, O Mirror, to destroy Snow White once and for all!”
“Such Magic I do not know, O Whoring Highness. But I can teach thee Magic which will cast Snow White into a deep sleep, from which she will ne’er awake. Then shalt thou be truly the Fairest in the Land.”
“Never awake? Is there no way to break the spell?” demands the Queen.
The Mirror utters a derisory laugh. “One – but it shall never come to pass, Motherfucking Majesty. For only True Love’s Arsefuck the spell shall break! And no man can fuck arse with True Love. For men are fickle, pleasure-driven, selfish and power-hungry creatures. A man may perchance kiss a woman out of True Love. Perhaps, occasionally, he may fuck her cunt with a similar sentiment. But when a man fucks arsehole, it is purely for his own perverted pleasure, for he desires nothing more than to treat the fairer sex as dirt, as slave, as whore, as confirmation of his own filth-ridden mind. No man will ever fuck Snow White’s shit-slot out of True Love, but only out of untrammelled Lust. Fear not, Whoresome Highness: Snow White shall ever sleep.”
The Queen listens intently to the Mirror’s monologue, then smiles – the demented self-obsessed smile of one for whom only her own victory matters. “So teach me this Magic, my Marvellous Minion,” she cackles. “For then will I be Fairest in the Land!”
