“Thank you, good woman,” said the princess, not recognizing her disguised step-mother, “but I need none of those. You see, during the day I make my own clothes!”
“But I notice, forgive me, you do lack amenities. I mean, of course, that you’re not wearing pan-i-ties!”
“Too true,” said Snow White. “My quim is quite bare. No cloth, and I shave, not a hint of black hair!”
“And what of the master? Does he not complain?” asked the crafty queen. “Surely the looks of the peasants cause pain!”
“Oh, no!” said Snow White. “Au contraire,” she cooed. “My lovers, all seven, are kept in good mood! And the peasants, by the hundreds, they’re never rude.”
Seven lovers! thought the queen. The slut! She probably begs for it up the butt! “Well, clearly, you don’t need a dildo,” she muttered, cursing, since she’d wanted to sell a poisoned vaginal probe to the princess. “Perhaps, then, some skin cream, so their pricks stay…just so!” she said, extending her fist upward in the universal sign of male erection.
“Only a looking-glass is what I need,” said Snow White, “to assure my soft skin’s free of copious seed.” After all, she thought, when a girl has seven lovers, she always can use a mirror to observe proper hygiene.
“On my next trip, child, I’ll bring you a glass, so on those lewd nights you can cleanse your fair ass.” Then she was gone.
That night Doc learned of the woman’s visit and disciplined Sleepy. He questioned Snow White’s descriptions of the woman, which told him that she was a spy…or worse! Suspecting the worst, that it was the wicked queen, he rued the day of her return, and went about making preparations to secure their lair from an attack.
At that very moment the queen was plotting. She scourged the huntsman for lying to her. She thought of castra ating him, but loved his prick too much. Her true enemy was elsewhere, she knew, and she ordered him to draft a small army of peasants to raid the forest and kill Snow White and the dwarfs. She, herself, would accompany the force, and would bring along her magic mirror to consult for advice. She’d already been told of the source of the dwarfs’ income – the gold and copper mines in the mountains – and the looking-glass would reveal their location so she could claim them and make them her own.
On the next Sunday morning the huntsman on horseback drove his peasant infantry ahead of him, whipping them and threatening death to anyone who deserted. Armed only with sticks, they marched with seething hatred for their master, hoping that by chance he might meet a violent end. When they reached the dwarf’s hidden glen, the queen’s open carriage, with her mirror, took a place convenient for viewing the skirmish. From her perch, the queen – fetchingly clothed in black, thigh-high boots, a leather battle skirt and bronze breastplate – could see her step-daughter at work, tending the vegetable gardens. The dwarfs were not to be seen, however. They had been warned by the magpies and were hiding in the tall grass and in the trees, awaiting the queen’s invasion.
As the peasants marched forward, the dwarfs popped up in the tall grass, warning them away from several deep pits – covered with branches – that had been dug to ensnare evil-doers. The grateful army then just kept marching forward until they disappeared into the trees on the other side of the clearing. The queen’s huntsman galloped after the troopers, furious that his peasants had shirked their duty, unaware of the camouflaged pits. His horse, however, sensed where the pits were and skidded to a halt just short of the edge of one, throwing the evil man over its precipice. Seeing this, the peasantry, long angry with the queen’s bullying servant, ran to the edge and began beating the huntsman severely with their long sticks until he was unconscious. Then they pissed on him.
The queen, seeing her champion vanquished by the peasantry, drew her sword and her carriage driver sped to dispatch Snow White, who’d been watching the advance from the garden. As she neared, the dwarfs in the trees swung down on vines and frightened the queen’s horses, throwing her from the wagon hard onto her shapely backside. Taking flight, she stumbled into another of the deep pits, followed by an enraged gang of peasants. Soon her clothing began flying into the air and shouts of anger, lust and revenge filled the clearing. The citizenry swooped down upon her, taking advantage of the unfortunate, screaming, naked woman’s plight and – man after horny man – the villagers lewdly satisfied themselves with all of her body’s orifices.
At day’s end, the exhausted, spunk-covered queen and her battered, urine-soaked huntsman were locked in a cage and taken back to the village by the peasants to await a trial. The magic mirror was then taken into the cottage, where Snow White and the dwarfs began consulting it.
It said,
“O, fair princess, you must now be smart;
Your father is old and has a bad heart.”
She responded,
“I know, wise friend, that he’s very feeble,
And lacks the energy to lead our good people.”
The mirror cautioned,
“You must, then, be careful and choose a good mate;
Someone kind, with vision…a proper head of state.”
Snow White looked about, and her eyes fell on Doc…the only person she knew who met those criteria. Yet he was a dwarf! Even though well respected by the peasantry – and the young princess thought the world of him – there would always be whispers…especially about their life in the bedchamber.
The mirror noticed her quandary and suggested the following:
“Lead your heart’s choice by the hand;
And step through my face to a land,
Where love governs all, from the short to the tall,
With good people as numerous as sand.”
And so it happened. Snow White and Doc stepped through the looking glass into a happier world – where little animals sang and young children played – as Doc immediately began growing very tall, absorbing the handsome prince’s spirit that had long been captive in the looking glass. The princess failed to believe her eyes as the diminutive Doc grew to over well over six feet in height, and took on the virile look of an entirely different young man in his twenties. The clothing Doc had been wearing stretched until it was in tatters, as all those around watched him assume his new form. “We have much to discuss, princess,” he said in dulcet tones, as he took her by the hand and started to lead her away.
“I must agree,” she said. “But first you must let me sew you new clothing,” she said, eyeing his trousers, which had ripped open at the seat and crotch, exposing his male parts. “Come now, into the house. The villagers are beginning to titter.”
Once inside, the prince reminded Snow White of the many times she had masturbated in front of the mirror. “As you grew up, your beauty and openness set my heart afire,” said the young man…the new personification of Doc.
“I must say that you, now, fan the flames in my breast,” said the girl, “so much that I feel faint and in need of repose. If I may I’ll take to bed, and rest – later for the clothes. The feeling ‘twixt my legs needs what Doc has always given as most healing therapy.” And with that she doffed her brief garments, slipping quickly to her clean sheets as the prince frantically dispensed of his torn, ragged clothing.
Their young bodies merged quickly together, with moaning, wet mouths soon finding one another’s genitals. With the prince on the bottom, and Snow White on the top, they rapidly helped each other to pop. “Oh, my Gawd, prince,” she gasped, “your tongue is quite magical. Another like that and I’ll sing a canticle!”
“Not at all, miss,” said the prince. “Your throat is a miracle. I’m drained to the point that I’m nearly hysterical!”
Epilogue
And so it came to pass that Snow White and her prince – the artist previously known as Doc – became the figureheads in the kingdom, though they never married. Snow White and the prince decided that, given their experience, making love was the best way to keep peace in the land. As the years went by, then, the erstwhile kingdom became the diplomatic center of the continent, and the young couple gave freely of themselves as lovers…the binding force of doc-ratic politics. Whenever a neighboring warlike leader threatened the peace, he would be invited to spend time in the castle, where Snow White would employ her ample bedroom talents to lighten the bellicose statesman’s anger. On those particular nights the prince always returned to his eternal shelter in the mirror, to observe Snow White carnally entertain the potentially dangerous politician.
The dwarfs were popularly elected to the new parliament, and served as consulting diplomats to surrounding parliaments which had duplicated the “doc-ratic” movement. And, though now only six in number, they intermarried with the villagers, having been trained in the arts of love by their princess. They raised many families, all of whom returned frequently to the little cottage and the deep pool in the forest on Sundays…sometimes to picnic, but most times to observe the naked princess bathe.