Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

This story has a lot of preamble in it. It sets the story, but I admit it goes on for far too long, so if you're after a quick stroke story this most assuredly is not it!

A few notes on the text:

• It's "dwarves" not "dwarfs". Like in Tolkein. Just accept it.

• This is not a woke story. I can't imagine any woke people reading this kind of story anyway, but if you want female empowerment or racial diversity please go elsewhere.

• The word "bigger" said by the dwarves is short-phrase for "bigger than a dwarf". It sounds racist and maybe it is, slightly. But it's not meant to insult anyone so if you choose to be offended, that's on you.

• If, in your mind, Snow White is the kind, innocent character you remember from your childhood and you don't want that ruined, please choose another story to read. Trust me, you probably wouldn't like what's going to happen to her!

• All actual sex in this story is consensual. The only non-consensual sex mentioned is the sick fantasy of one specific character and isn't acted upon.

So now, if you're ready, say it with me: Once Upon A Time...

* * * * *

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a King and Queen who longed for a child. After some years and much disappointment, the Royal Family finally introduced their little baby daughter to the Kingdom.

The baby girl had hair the colour of ebony, lips as red as cherries and skin as white as snow and it was this last feature that convinced them to name her Snow White.

When Snow White - usually called just Snow for short - was three years old, a strange plague hit the Kingdom. It seemed to affect only children; even those who were barely teenagers seemed to avoid being infected by the plague.

The plague caused the skin to go bright red and very hot. Then a fever would break out in which the child would be sweating and almost too hot to touch, but they would feel freezing cold within themselves.

This feverishness could go on for days with the child getting hotter and hotter to the touch. They could get so hot that a bathtub filled with water that was ice cold to begin with was warm to the touch within a few minutes.

And the plague was very deadly; almost all of the children who caught it died.

The King and Queen did all they could to protect Snow from catching the plague, but one day, tragedy struck and they found that Snow's beautiful white skin was bright red.

The King and Queen fretted for days as their little girl went through the stages of the plague. They called the best healers they could find, but none could cure the plague. Eventually, one of the healers told the King and Queen the bad news; there was nothing more that could be done. Snow White would almost certainly die.

The King and Queen cried together, standing above the cot of their precious little girl for whom nothing could be done. They promised each other that they would be with their little girl when she breathed her last, hoping against hope for a miracle.

Instead of a miracle, they got an ill-smelling wind that slammed through the room and put out all the candles and nearly quenched the fire. When the King and Queen had recovered themselves, they noticed that they were no longer alone with their daughter. A woman, dressed all in black, was standing there.

The woman, without preamble, walked over to the cot. She leaned her hand over Snow White, but did not need to touch the little girl to feel the heat coming from her tiny body.

"Your majesties," the woman said in a matter-of-fact tone, "your daughter stands at the door of death." The woman's voice was deep and rough, like the sound of a stick dragged across a gravestone.

The woman looked at the King and Queen. She had a hard, but strangely beautiful face and the King was surprised to realise that she could be no more than forty years old. "But, rejoice," the woman continued, in a voice that sounded as joyful as a mourner at a funeral. "She can yet be saved."

"You can help her?" the King asked.

The woman sighed and looked down at Snow White again. "Yes. But it must be soon. Your daughter will be dead before the sun sets if I do not begin immediately."

The King looked out of the window. Sunset was barely minutes away. "Do it," he begged. "Save my daughter! Please! I beg you!"

"Magic has a great price," the woman intoned.

"I can give you more money than..." the King began.

"You misunderstand me, your majesty," the woman interrupted him. "Magic chooses its own price. I cannot say, yet, what it will demand, although," and here she laughed in a cackle that almost made the King change his mind, "I assure you that mere coin will not be enough."

"What kind of price will it be," the Queen begged.

The woman looked at the Queen as if only noticing her existence for the first time. "I do not know for sure, yet," she answered. "The Magic will weigh your daughter's life and decide what price will be demanded. It may be the death of a hundred of your people. It may be the collapse of the very stones of this castle itself. It may even have your entire kingdom collapse into a crack in the earth. I will know more when I begin."

The King and Queen looked at each other. Both were uncertain whether to proceed. But then a gasp from Snow White as she shivered once more in her fever snapped the pair of them back to the reality of the situation. The King and Queen nodded to each other.

"Begin," the King said. "Tell me the price when you know it."

The woman simply nodded in response and then turned to Snow White. "Begone, both of you," she commanded. "I must have peace whilst I help your daughter."

"No," the King insisted. "We will stay in case there is nothing you can do. We promised Snow White that we would stay with her to the end."

"Very well," the woman replied. "But leave us alone." She pointed. "Go. Over there, by the fire. Keep away from me and my Magic. And do not disturb me when the Magic begins or your daughter will surely die."

The King and Queen moved to the fireplace and watched the woman.

The woman moved her hands across above Snow White's little body. She intoned something in a language neither could understand. Then the woman put her hand lower. More intonation. More hand movements.

The King was getting restless. As far as he could see, this woman was doing nothing but waving her hands about and speaking in gibberish! He prepared to speak, to call her out, when the woman gasped and spoke herself.

"The price will be light," she said, directing her comments to the King. "The Magic has informed me. The price will be the life of one person in your Kingdom, your majesty."

The King wanted to jump for joy. One person! One life! And then his daughter would be saved! Without hesitation he agreed. "Do it," he commanded. "Save my precious daughter!"

"Very well," the woman said again. She gave a strange look to the Queen, so brief that it was almost possible to miss, and then turned towards Snow White once more.

A few more intonations and more hand movement followed.

A light grew from the woman's hands that was so bright that the King could not look at it directly. He closed his eyes, yet it still seemed to him that he could see the light through his eyelids. He moaned in pain and wonder and heard the Queen gasp beside him.

A moment later, the light vanished and the woman stepped away from Snow White. "It is done," she said, her back still towards the King. "Your daughter is beyond the worst now. Her fever has broken and she will recover in a day or so."

"Oh, thank you!" the King gasped in joy. "Thank you! Thank you!"

The woman waved the thanks away, still facing away from the King.

"I know you said money would not pay the price demanded," the King continued, "but please. Let me give you something. A token of my gratitude."

The woman whirled to face the King. "A token?" she hissed. "I have saved your daughter's life, your majesty. I demand more than a mere token!"

"What... what do you want?"

"Your hand in marriage," the woman said, simply. "I will be Queen."

"But... but I have a Queen," the King said, confused.

"Do you?" the woman said, staring at the King. Then her eyes flicked to his side. The King followed her gaze and he cried out.

For there, on the floor, was the dead body of his Queen. The King suddenly realised whose life had been taken to spare his daughter; that of his beloved wife.

* * * * *

The new Queen seemed to be everything the King wanted in a wife. She appeared loyal and trustworthy and she seemed to dote on Snow White. The King missed his former wife, but he was still happy with his life.

The plague had left the Kingdom just weeks after his precious daughter's life had been spared and, though many families had suffered tragedy, the Kingdom was now beginning to rebuild.

* * * * *

Snow White was now six years old and as happy and beautiful as ever. The King gave her everything he could and the Queen seemed to do the same.

Snow White did not fully trust the Queen; she was not Snow White's mother and the young girl knew it. Snow White also suspected that the Queen had had something to do with the death of her mother, though neither the King nor Queen ever discussed the matter with her.

Then, tragedy hit the Kingdom. The King died. He and the Queen went to bed separately, except for on "special occasions" so there was no reason to believe that the death was suspicious. The King simply went to bed one night and did not awaken the following day.

After the mourning period ended, many in the Kingdom expected that the little Princess, Snow White, would become Queen - perhaps under the regency of her stepmother. But, instead, a new decree was announced; the Queen would remain in place. And, furthermore, Snow White was declared illegitimate and would never inherit the throne.

The people were stunned, but a message came from Snow White herself, saying that she loved her stepmother and had agreed that, as she was illegitimate - not being the child of the King and his Queen - she had no choice but to step away from her position as Princess without delay. As is often the case in such matters, the people wondered about it for a few days and then, basically, forgot about it.

Snow White's life as a Princess was over. Her life as a scullery maid was about to begin.

* * * * *

Snow White was about to turn eighteen. She had forgotten all about being a Princess, or her mother or her father. She no longer referred to her stepmother as such, instead referring to her as her majesty or the Queen. As far as she could recall, she was an orphan child, given a job as a scullery maid by a benevolent Queen and she did not attempt to deny this truth.

* * * * *

"Magic Mirror on the wall! Who is the fairest one of all?" The Queen's daily command rang out across her chamber. The old, battered, tatty mirror in its broken, cracked frame suddenly stopped reflecting the room and, instead, swirled with smoke and fire. A disembodied head floated within the glass.

A voice from within the Mirror came back like the sounds of hell itself. "Although thou hast been the fairest for many years my Queen, thy time as such is over now a young girl has turned eighteen. This young woman whose beauty far outweighs that of thine own, I must decree is the most beautiful that I have known."

"WHAT?" The Queen screeched with anger and hatred. "How? Where? Who? How come you have said naught of this before?"

The Mirror was impassive as it answered her. "Thy question has been answered truthfully my Queen I say ye true. The facts have been presented such from a certain point of view."

"What do you mean?" the Queen hissed.

"All children are most beautiful in their parents loving eyes, but once a girl becomes a woman they can be a surprise. And now a girl has turned eighteen whose beauty outshines all, I deem she would be the belle of any kingdom's Royal Ball."

"Who?" the Queen demanded. "Who is it?"

The Mirror replied in its annoying, impassive manner. "Although I fear that you will not believe the words that now are mine, my Queen, it is but young Snow White whose beauty outshines thine."

"I should smash you into a million pieces," the Queen hissed back. "How dare you keep this from me?"

"It is not a fault of mine if but thou canst not see, the truth I now behold was long set out before thee," the Mirror replied, remaining impassive. "Thou dost see Snow White each day, and though you did her wrong, you too have marked upon her beauty, in truth, all the years long." The head in the Mirror seemed to smirk at the Queen. "I reflect but that which is true, my Queen, no lies can I tell thee. But reflection only suggests truth; thou must have the wit to see."

The Queen grabbed a nearby chair and prepared to smash the Mirror.

But the Mirror warned; "Break me, you can; but I say what you know well, that if my glass is shattered, the Final Spell be brake as well."

The Queen stopped her movement of the chair. She knew what the Mirror meant. She lowered the chair back to the ground.

"I will see Snow White dead."

The Mirror replied; "The people will know of it if thou dost, to trick them would end in vain. And yet there is a way that fairest, thou could be once again."

"Then how...?"

"Banishment should be thy answer, in truth; the only one," the Mirror answered, simply. "You shall be fairest in the land but only once Snow White is gone. Far from the Kingdom send her, her fate like twisting sands, and what then should become of her is no longer in thy hands. But be warned that, though her beauty no longer outshines thine own, within the land there will be those to whom the beauty, hers, is known. And should the day come that thy people, against thee, rise, then to Snow White will be given up your crown to be her prize."

The Queen snarled. "Banishment! Pah! I would not be pleased with this. She, that conniving little bitch, she will live still. Still! To be more beautiful than I! And you promised! A lifetime of being the fairest! You promised!" She stabbed an accusatory finger at the Mirror.

"Oh, Queen, I did most promise thy beauty be not outshone," the Mirror answered. "Yet more than one lifetime ago is when that deal was done. Thy time though knowest, should long have passed, yet still alive you be. So if Snow White be fairer still, though should know not to blame me. Thy lust for life beyond thy time is why you are no more, the fairest in the land, oh Queen, of that be sure. I say to you, thou should be dead, with those who've passed to sleep. So blame me not. The fault is thine. My promise I did keep."

The Queen snarled again. But she knew the Mirror was right. Knowing this did not improve her mood.

The Queen swept from the room and slammed the door to her chambers.

And she never saw the grin that crossed the face in the Mirror. Everything was proceeding exactly as planned...

* * * * *

"Take the little slut into the forest," the Queen commanded the hunter. "Beyond the borders of our Kingdom. Once there," the Queen continued, looking for all the world as though the idea had just come to her, "do whatever you want with her."

Again, the look of fake innocence crossed the Queen's face as more new ideas appeared to come to her. "Then," she continued "you can fuck her. Rape her! Kill her!"

The hunter's face cracked into a smile that did nothing to improve his looks. He had some pretty nasty thoughts in his ugly head at the best of times, ideas that he foolishly thought the Queen did not know about. But know, the Queen did. And she used them to her advantage.

"I don't care how you kill the little cunt," she continued. "Cut her pretty throat from ear to ear! Cut her fucking snivelling little head clean off! Whatever! And then throw her remains into the river! Or burn the little bitch alive for all I care!" She leaned towards the hunter and hissed; "but get rid of that little slut, once and for all!"

"Yes, my Queen," the hunter answered, that ugly grin slicing his face like the rictus of a skeleton. His name was Benson and he was a vindictive, nasty little bastard who had no qualms whatsoever in disposing of the young woman. And if he should have a little fun first? Well, where was the harm in that? He was only doing as the Queen had commanded after all.

* * * * *

"I can't go. I'm not ready! I have nothing packed!" Snow White was rushing around her little room, dithering and fussing and really doing fuck all useful, the Mirror noticed. She had an incredible ability, the Mirror mused, to look really busy whilst doing what the peasants often called "diddly-fucking-squat".

"I know you are not ready," the Mirror said, though it was actually currently displaying in a puddle of rainwater in the middle of the floor; Snow White's room was about as waterproof as a sponge and only slightly less damp. "But that doesn't matter. The Queen has commanded you to be banished from the Kingdom, forever. So pick up whatever bits of shit you've got lying around that you think you might want to take and get a fucking move on!"

Snow stared at the Mirror in shock. It had never used such coarse language to her before! "You swore," she gasped. "I can't believe you swore!"

The Mirror-puddle sighed. "You're not a fucking kid any more, Snow," it answered her. "This is how grown-ups speak, you know that."

"I do," Snow agreed. "But I won't speak like that! You'll never hear me say... that word!"

The Mirror-puddle simply smiled, knowingly. Oh, you will, little one, it thought. You will! But this was not the time to argue the point. "Whatever," the Mirror said, grateful as always that it didn't have to speak in stupid fucking rhymes to Snow White! The Queen had insisted on the rhymes, long ago; it was "more magical", apparently! This had been back when the Queen had been ruling... somewhere else. Where had it been? The Mirror could not remember; it had been so long ago. So many lifetimes ago. "Just pack your stuff into the bag and get fucking moving!"

Snow White spun around in her little room. "Like what?" she asked, which was a pretty stupid question in the Mirror's opinion. The young woman owned a couple of dresses (all too small), some undergarments and a bucket to piss in. That was about it. Oh, and one other thing.

"The comb," the Mirror said. "Whatever you do, don't forget the comb!"

"The comb!" Snow White gasped and shook herself; how could she have forgotten the comb? The Mirror had told her it had been given to her by her father (whoever he was, she couldn't remember and the Mirror never said). It was the one thing she had that she was absolutely certain was hers! And she'd almost forgotten it!

Snow rushed to the windowsill and picked up the comb. It was made of white bone, but was now old and faded and a couple of the teeth were missing, but she loved it anyway. Reverentially, she put it in her pocket. "I think that's about it," she said.

"Yes. Probably," the Mirror agreed. The comb, the Mirror knew, didn't really belong to Snow White; or at least, it hadn't originally. It had just been there, lost under the pile of blankets Snow used as a bed and the Mirror had pounced on the idea the first time it had introduced itself to Snow back when she was barely eight years old.

Children are so easily swayed and Snow was quickly convinced that the comb had, indeed, been left in her room, by her father, just for her. Quite how her father had done this, when even Snow hadn't known where she was sleeping until a few hours previously never crossed the little girl's mind. Now, ten years later, the idea still didn't appear to have entered her empty head. The Mirror almost sighed; this was what it had to work with? Really? At least the Fairy Godmother had got to work with a girl who half a brain and access to a pumpkin patch!

"Now, just a warning," the Mirror continued, "the Queen has probably told whoever comes to pick you up to kill you." Snow gasped at this, but she didn't doubt the Mirror was right. To the best of her knowledge, the Mirror had never lied to her and - for the most part - it never had. So Snow trusted the Mirror; if the Mirror said she was going to be killed, it was a wise young woman who listened to it.

"I've done what I can," the Mirror said. "I have tried to convince the Queen that you cannot die within the boundaries of the Kingdom. But, once you're outside those boundaries, you're at risk. So, I warn you; fly. Fly like the wind, as soon as you reach the edge of the Kingdom. Your only chance is to outrun whoever it is who goes with you."

Snow simply nodded. "Will I see you again?" she asked.

The Mirror paused for a moment. This could be the moment to check out from this story; just let it ride; sit on the sidelines. But no. The Mirror had tried to raise the girl with at least a bit of a brain; it would be wrong to abandon her now, just when she needed the most help.

"Yes," the Mirror said. "I will still be with you, when I can."

Snow relaxed, visibly. "Thank you," she said.

There aught to have been more. Ten years together should have brought more than a quick end to their time together; however brief their estrangement might be. But there was no more time. Snow smiled at the Mirror-puddle, which smiled back. And then came a knock on the door.

* * * * *

Benson was daydreaming. He and Snow White were riding horses to the edge of the Kingdom. Benson had decided that the best place to dispose of Snow - banned as he was from killing her within the Kingdom itself - was in the old forest to the East. But, whilst the forest promised secrecy for his task (and whatever fun he happened to have along the way), it was also the furthest boundary edge. Too far to walk, Benson decided, being somewhat lazy, hence; horses.

He also had quite the erection in his pants as he pictured what he was going to do to this little woman beside him. First, he'd rape the little whore; fuck her bloody. She was, he believed, still pure down there. That was good. It had been a long time since Benson had last had a virgin. There was something... erotic about fucking a virgin and splitting her open for the first time.

She'd struggle, of course, but Benson was nearly a foot taller and weighed nearly twice what she did. Struggling would get her nowhere. Benson imagined fucking her tight little cunt whilst she screamed and cried (oh, he really hoped she'd cry. It was always so much better when they cried!) Maybe he'd even fuck her up the arse! And maybe he'd face-fuck her, too! And titty fuck her! She had nice tits, from what Benson could see. Not much more than a handful each (at least, in Benson's huge hands), but enough to slide his cock through.

Yes, Benson thought, first, I'll stick my cock in her little mouth and then titty-fuck the little slut and cum on her pretty face. Then fuck her arse and make it bleed and fuck that juicy little pussy and flood it with cum. And then start all over again! Oh, the things he would do to her! How she would howl and scream and cry!

And, once he'd finished? Well, then he'd snap her neck. That would be the quickest way to shut her up and allow him to continue with his work. He'd burn her remains with his cum still covering her dead body. And the Queen would reward him.

Benson grabbed his erection through his pants and squeezed it a few times. Just you wait, he thought to himself. You'll have your chance! And what fun we will have!

Just a few more yards now, to the edge of the forest. He allowed Snow to go first through the small gap in the trees where the main path was. She rode through without issue, whilst Benson had to bend his head over to fit under the archway of branches that marked the edge of the forest.

It was only when Benson raised his head that he realised that he had royally fucked up. Snow, whether because she was smarter than he had given her credit for, or just because she was frightened, had kicked her horse into a near gallop as soon as Benson had ducked his head. By the time he had righted himself in the saddle, she was already thirty yards away and still accelerating.

"FUCK!" Benson roared and kicked his own horse to chase her down. Neither horse could go too fast as the path was not overly wide, but both went at some pace, nevertheless.

Benson's horse was a little older, but more sturdy and with greater stamina and it cut into Snow's lead fairly quickly. He had cut the distance to about ten yards and Benson could just about hear Snow's horse snorting with exertion over the sound of his own horse doing the same, when a tree root snagged around the right foreleg and brought the horse down, screaming.

The scream cut off moments later as Benson's heavy form crashed down on the horses' neck, breaking it, and then crashing onto the horses' head. Benson knew little of horses, but he knew this one was as good as dead, even if the horse didn't know it itself. Wincing from the pain of a twisted ankle, Benson got to his feet, but Snow was away. He watched her back as it flew into the forest and was gone.

"FUCK!" Benson roared again and kicked the horse in the jaw with his good leg, causing it to splutter and get snot and saliva all over his boot. This annoyed Benson even more and he proceeded to batter the poor animal until long after it had died. Then Benson turned back towards the Kingdom and began the long, painful, hobble home.

And here is where we leave Benson, Dear Reader. Hobbling home like the twisted, evil little twat that he is. Will he make it? We can only hope not. But whether he gets home or not and whatever fate lies in store for him should he get there, he has left our story for good now and good riddance to him, say I.

* * * * *

Snow wasn't doing much better herself. She heard the crash as Benson and his horse fell behind her, but she just kicked the horse into a faster run. She had no idea what Benson was doing or how bad the fall might have been, but she wasn't willing to risk it.

She had, after all, seen Benson stroking his cock (a word she knew, but swore she would never say) through his pants as he looked at her with a lust that a blind person couldn't have missed. And whilst she obviously had no idea what the thoughts going through Benson's mind actually were, she was sure they weren't ones that ended well for her virginity.

So she fled, convinced that Benson was right behind her. The crash hadn't stopped Benson, she decided in her terror. It had merely slowed him a little and now he was behind her. His horse may have died - even in her terror, she had recognised the cut-off scream as the horse fell - but Benson was running after her. And if he caught her, he would kill her.

She fled and she forced her horse almost to its limit. She could hear the poor creature snorting and gasping as it foamed at the mouth and tried, desperately, to concur with her kicks to go faster. Snow had no choice. She had to look and see where Benson was.

Snow turned in the saddle. Benson was nowhere to be seen. She might not be safe, not yet. But he was far enough behind her that she could slow her horse a little, give it a bit of a rest. She could kick it back into a run soon enough should the need arise.

Snow turned back to face where she was going, her horse still thundering along at breakneck speed. She had just finished the turn when the world went black.

* * * * *

Snow woke up. Her head hurt like fuck! And her back! And her legs. And everything else. She blinked her eyes a few times to clear them. Then she sat up, her bruised body protesting at every movement. She put her hand to her aching head and it came away with a little blood on it. But not enough to worry her, unduly. Had the wound been that serious, Snow knew, she would never have woken at all.

Not too long had passed, she realised. The shadows in the forest had moved, but not by much. The rays of sunlight that came through the heavy canopy of trees were at much the same angle as they had been when she had... gone black. Gone to sleep.

And where was the damned horse?

Slowly, Snow pictured that last moment before she went into an unscheduled nap. Turning to face where she was going, seeing something as it prepared to hit her in the face and then...

Snow looked up. A few feet above her was a huge, overhanging branch. One that still had a little bit of blood on it. Her blood, she realised. She'd hit it at great speed and been knocked off her horse, though the branch itself had done most of the work in turning her world black.

The horse was nowhere to be seen, and that was bad. But Benson was also nowhere to be seen, so that was good. Snow had no idea where she was and that was bad. But she was still on the main path and that was good. Behind her was Benson and the Kingdom and a Queen who, inexplicably, wanted Snow dead and that was bad. Before her, not too far away if she remembered correctly (she had a vague idea that she had been here before, but could not remember when), there was a clean, crisp river and that was good.

Best way to go, Snow thought to herself. And, if the horse could smell the water, that's where it will be.

Snow gingerly got to her feet. She was bruised to all hell, she knew, but she couldn't find anything broken, which was lucky. The ground that she had fallen onto had been covered with moss and leaves and had broken her fall without having also broken her back. She made her way forward, deeper into the forest.

Snow had been here before. Once. Long ago. When her father was still alive, although she had no concept of this. The two of them had come out here in a litter and had gone as far as the river, which marked the actual border of the Kingdom, although most people incorrectly thought that the Kingdom ended at the forest edge.

It was to this river that snow came about fifteen minutes later, where she found her poor hot, exhausted horse, cropping grass on the riverbank. It's muzzle was still wet and Snow had no doubt that it had drunken heavily from the water before she had arrived. Still, it seemed in decent enough shape, probably better than Snow herself was doing, as at least the horse wasn't covered in bruises.

Snow didn't waste much time. She patted the horse and threw the reins over a low branch, then she stripped herself of her clothes, dropped them on the bank with her shoes and began to wade into the river.

The river was relatively narrow here, but still quite deep. Snow could barely keep her head above water when on her tiptoes as she reached the middle, but she was comforted to know that the horse would be able to cross it even if it couldn't swim.

Swimming was next on Snow's mind; she began to swim around, the water kneading her aches and bruises and washing away a few strands of blood from a dozen minor cuts. Snow had always loved the water and had learned to swim at a young age. The river itself was slow-moving with little noticeable current. Snow relaxed; she would be fine.

She didn't know how long she had been swimming, but the rays of the sun were now thin, reedy shafts of light and the shadows were long as she climbed out of the river. At the last moment, she slipped on the grass in her wet feet and grabbed the bank. Her hand came down on her dress, which was held by absolutely nothing at all and she, and it, and her shoes, which were atop the dress, all fell into the water.

Snow climbed out again, her sodden dress in one hand and one shoe in the other. Where the other shoe had gone she didn't know. Frustrated, she tossed the remaining shoe back into the river and watched it sink. She wrung her dress as best she could, but it was still clammy and wet. She couldn't wear it; she couldn't even get it over her head. So, instead, she threw it, disgustedly, over the saddle, unhooked the horse, and led it across the river.

She only realised that she had made a mistake when the horse clambered out on the opposite bank and her dress wasn't where she'd left it. In despair, she looked downstream and saw the dress floating away. She considered chasing after it for a moment, but the dress had a decent lead and the day was getting very dark now. Frustrated beyond anything she had ever known, she stamped a bare foot on the grass and hissed "fuck!"

She giggled. She'd never said that word before! Never! But it had been fun! She hissed it again; "fuck!" Then she called it out a little louder. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

"I knew I'd hear you say that one day, little one," came a voice from the river. Snow turned. It was the Mirror.

"Fuck you," Snow said, learning as so many had before her that the first profanity was the hardest, but once you had gotten over it, the next ones just flowed naturally.

"In your state, that would be entertaining," the Mirror said. "I see your dress has gone missing?"

"It floated away," Snow said.

"Indeed. And right now it is making its way down a few rapids not that far from here. But that is of little concern. Right now, you need to get somewhere dry before you catch your death of cold and do the Queens' dirty work for her."

Snow nodded. The daylight was almost all gone now, and the weather was cold. That, mixed with her own damp skin, made her very chilly and she shivered.

"Fortunately," the Mirror continued, "there is a house not that far from here. Carry along, down the path until you come to a tree with two trunks, spread apart like the legs of a woman giving birth or getting fucked. Then turn right, off the path. The house is a few hundred yards in. You can't miss it. Well, I mean, you can, but only if you're a complete idiot. And you're not a complete idiot. Are you, Snow?"

"No," Snow muttered, still shivering. She wanted to argue, to complain, to cajole, but she was too fucking cold.

"Then get a move on," the Mirror said. "With luck you should be there soon. But go quickly, before you freeze."

Snow merely nodded, clambered aboard her horse and headed off.

The tree the Mirror had mentioned was about a thousand yards in. It was quite clear what the Mirror had meant, the tree really did resemble a woman giving birth (or being fucked). Snow went right up to the tree and turned right. There was a dim, disused path here and she followed it for a few hundred yards.

She got to the clearing before she even knew it was there. And there, in the middle of the clearing, was a house. It was small and tumbledown and the windows were cracked. The thatch was old and hadn't been maintained. The whitewash wasn't white - and probably hadn't been since the day Snow had been born. The chimney was broken and the gardens were unkempt. And it was the most beautiful place Snow White had ever seen.

It never occurred to Snow to wonder who might live in such a house, or why the house was in a clearing deep inside a forest. Right now, her biggest concern was getting inside the house and warming up. Perhaps finding a blanket to wrap around her. She trusted the Mirror to not lead her astray.

Wisps of smoke rose from the damaged chimney, promising a fire of some sorts within. Snow staked the horse on the side of the house where some straw - old, but serviceable and the horse didn't seem to give a shit - lay in an old box. She patted the horse, checked that it would be well enough fed, but could see no well or pump and decided to worry about water later. She walked up to the house and knocked on the door. Her nakedness no longer was of concern to her; she was too damned cold to care!

There was no reply to her knock. Undeterred, she knocked again and this time the door cracked open. She pushed it inwards and called out a "hello". There was no-one there.

The doorway opened into a kitchen with a table surrounded by a whole raft of little stools. Seven, she quickly counted. The stools were tiny, compared to her. Children? she wondered.

She went over to the sink, which had a small hand pump over it and found a small bucket, which she filled with water - clear and cool - for the horse. That task completed, she went back inside the little house.

Upstairs were seven little beds, each covered in multiple blankets. She grabbed a couple - each too small for her, but good enough if she covered herself up with enough of them - and went back downstairs to where the fire was.

Sitting on the floor - none of the stools was anything like big enough for her - she wrapped herself in a handful of blankets and sat near to the fire. The horrors of the day melted from her mind and within moments, and despite her best efforts, she was fast asleep.

* * * * *

The seven dwarves stared at the girl in their front room. She was young, clearly, and beautiful. And she was very, very naked. They wondered what to do about her. Deciding against waking her, they went upstairs to their bedroom to discuss things.

"Get rid of her," Grumpy growled. "We don't want her here! We can't barely afford to feed ourselves, without letting some bigger in. I bet she eats as much as all of us together!"

"We can't just throw her out," Doc - the ostensible leader of the dwarves - replied. "Naked women don't just turn up out of the blue without reason, you know."

"Tell me about it," Grumpy moaned. "We ain't had no pussy since I can't even remember when. So we fuck her and then we throw her out!"

"Don't be absurd," Happy said through his perpetual grin. "We can't do that! We don't know who she is. Or why she's here!"

"Women only good... achoo! For one thing... achoo!" Sneezy said, his voice muffled by his perpetually bunged up nose. "Fuckin'!"

"I don't see why we can't ask her things, though," Bashful mumbled quietly. "Long as I don't has to asks her."

"You'd get your words all uppity-downity like always," Grumpy chuckled. "Everyone knows you can't speak straight!"

"S'not my fault," Bashful mumbled, quietly.

His brother thumped him on the shoulder. "We know, and we love you for it," Grumpy said.

"I'm hungry. And tired," a yawn-filled voice opined. Sleepy wasn't always asleep; he could mine better than any of them except Dopey. But a day in the mines always tired him out and he loved his bed a great deal. Secretly, he was happy to notice that none of the blankets the naked girl had taken had belonged to him. "Is it supper time, yet?"

"NO!" his brothers (except Dopey, of course) shouted back at him.

Sleepy nodded, sadly. "Fine," he said, yawning again. "You guys decide what to do and wake me up when you've come to a decision." Having said this, Sleepy wandered to his bed, fell face down onto his pillow and was snoring before his body had finished bouncing on his mattress.

"I tell you, we've got to get rid of her," Grumpy insisted. "I ain't sharing my food with no bigger! You lot can fucking starve for all I care, but I ain't giving her shit!"

"Gotta... achoo! Fuck her too," Sneezy said before a burst of several sneezes one after another. Sneezy was the brother none of the others (except Dopey, of course) really liked. He, perhaps, should have been called Sleazy instead. He was a complete twat - especially to dwarf women, when he met them - and turned everyone (except Dopey) off him. Several of the dwarves thought Sneezy was a secret virgin. Certainly, none of them could imagine him entertaining a dwarf woman long enough to convince her to go to bed with him!

"You keep your dick in your pants," Doc said, pointing at Sneezy.

"But she's nekkid!" Sneezy protested.

"I don't give two fucks," Doc replied. "She's not a fucking toy! Or a fucking sheep!"

The other dwarves (except Dopey, of course - and Sleepy, who was asleep) laughed at this. It was a running joke about how close Sneezy ha been to the sheep they'd once had, an elderly ewe called Daisy. Daisy seemed to have been the only creature on the planet (except Dopey, of course) that Sneezy didn't instantly dislike and he had cared for her like a mother with a baby.

Sneezy was used to this barb and simply stuck both middle fingers up at his brothers.

"Why don't we ask her who she is and why she's here?" Happy asked.

"What good would that do?" Grumpy retorted. "We don't need to know!"

"Couldn't hurt," Happy insisted.

Grumpy grumped, but it was clear that enough of his brothers were in agreement with this idea, so he sniffed and agreed without much enthusiasm.

"Go wake him up," Doc told Dopey, pointing his thumb towards Sleepy. Dopey, grinning in his dopey way, happily complied and - after he'd heard the plan - he joined his brothers in going downstairs to wake the sleeping girl.

Who was, they noticed, no longer sleeping. Instead, she was sat up, facing the fire and apparently hadn't noticed them coming down. Doc tried to creep down the final few steps, but Snow called out; "I know you're there. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry."

Doc shrugged at his brothers and wandered over to Snow, who had shuffled round to face them. One tit was hanging out of the mess of blankets, but she didn't notice until she spotted Sneezy leering at it. She considered covering up, but it was probably too late for modesty, so she shrugged and left it uncovered.

"We're not upset," Doc began and stamped on Grumpy's foot when he heard the latter muttering under his breath. "We just want to know who you are and why you're here."

Snow sighed. "I come from the Kingdom," she began. "I was a scullery maid in the castle for many years. But for some reason, the Queen has banished me. I don't know why."

"But you're nekkid," Sneezy said, the most important point in his mind now being voiced. "Why are you nekkid?"

Snow recounted her escape from Benson and how she had stupidly lost her dress and other clothing. By the time she'd finished, the dwarves were all sat, cross-legged, on the floor and staring at her in wonder. Snow was the first person they'd met in many years and the first "bigger" ever to come to their home. She had a lovely, sing-song voice that mesmerised the dwarves and even Grumpy was falling in love with her by the time she had ended her story.

Into the silence that followed Snow's tale, Doc asked; "and what is your name?"

"They call me Snow White," Snow answered.

Each of the dwarves (except Dopey, of course) gasped and looked at each other, and then at Snow. "What?" she asked.

Doc looked at his brothers. None of them was going to speak, he could tell. He sighed and turned to face Snow again. "Apologies, Your Highness," Doc said. And, as if that wasn't surprising enough, he got to his feet, followed by his brothers, and each of them bowed to her.

"What are you doing?" Snow asked, half giggling.

Doc stared at her. "You mean... you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"You are the Princess," Doc answered, directly.

"I am what? Don't be ridiculous!"

Doc nodded and the others (except Dopey, of course) nodded too. Dopey, finally catching on, nodded afterwards.

"You are," Doc said. "We remember you."

"Remember me?"

Doc bowed again. "May we sit, Your Highness?"

"Er. Of course."

The dwarves sat down. "It was many years ago," Doc said. "Your father, the late King, came to trade with us. He had done so, many times. We mine jewels and gold, you see, and your father would come to buy from us."

Grumpy took up the narrative. "Brought you the last time he came, he did. You were a baby then, barely a year old. Introduced you to us, he did. 'This is my daughter, Snow White,' he said. 'She will reign after me.' And Doc said back, 'I pray she treats with us as fair as you, oh King!' and the King laughed and promised you would."

"Sad we was to hear he'd died," Bashful said, quietly. "Cried, some of us did. Sent messages to the Kingdom. But din't hear nothing back."

Doc glared at his brother. "No," he admitted. "No reply was received. Then an old woodsman came through and told us the Queen was in charge. We asked about you, but he didn't know anything much; only that you'd stepped down from the throne. Then, nothing from the Kingdom. Until today, that is."

Snow was gobsmacked. She didn't want to believe this. But she did. She knew it to be true. Finally, the bits of her past that made no sense were suddenly clear. She glared at a mirror behind the dwarves. The mirror was cracked and covered in dust and cobwebs.

Heedless of the fact that the blankets covering her fell to the ground as she did so, Snow rose and walked over to the mirror. With one hand, she swept aside the grime and dust and cobwebs. "You knew," she hissed. "You fucking knew! And you didn't tell me!"

The dwarves were confused, thinking the Princess had lost her mind. But they gasped in shock and horror (except Dopey, of course) when a white face appeared in the mirror and began to speak.

"I knew," the Mirror confirmed. "I knew and I kept quiet."

"Why?" Snow roared. "Why did you keep this from me?"

"To keep you alive," the Mirror replied, placidly. "The Queen hated you from the first. She wanted you dead. I did everything I could to change her mind and, in the end, she listened to me. She made you a scullery maid and denied you your birthright."

"But you didn't tell me!"

"I was afraid," the Mirror said. "If you had known, you might have slipped up. Who you really were had to remain a secret lest the Queen lose her mind and have you destroyed."

"But... I am still Snow White! I have always been Snow White! Surely the servants in the palace knew my name?"

"Once, maybe," the Mirror said. "Once upon a time, they knew that there was a Princess in the Kingdom called Snow White. But the Queen is tricky and has much knowledge of potions and poisons. She concocted a draught that blanked the memories of everyone in the palace. Now, I don't believe a single person in the Kingdom even remembers that there was a King, or a Princess, let alone remembers their names."

Snow softened. She understood. She didn't want to, but she did.

Suddenly, Bashful was on his feet. "We'll help you," he said in a voice that was louder than any of his brothers had heard from him in the longest time. "We'll help you get your Kingdom back, Your Highness!"

"YES," the rest of the dwarves (except Dopey, of course) cried out.

"How?" Snow asked. And the rebellion died right there.

* * * * *

Snow White was happy. She was living with the dwarves and doing their chores at home. She loved to clean; it was all she could ever remember doing, after all, and they really weren't that difficult to look after.

The Mirror had managed to get a bead on her lost dress, which had caught in a tree root about a mile from where she had lost it and the dwarves had gone to pick it up for her. It had come back dirty and with a few new holes in it, but a wash and a few stitches solved that problem. She also made a few items of clothing out of the old blankets the dwarves had refused to throw away over the years, though was careful to leave her cleavage exposed to a level that was just on the right side of scandalous. She loved how Sneezy especially, but all of them really, looked at her when she wore them. It made her gooey inside.

The dwarves had carved her a bed and a stool and she lived happily enough. The horse recovered from its exertions and, not having known if the horse had previously had a name or not, she decided to name it Lucky. She rarely rode Lucky, which didn't bother Lucky in the slightest. He had food and water and eight creatures to pat him down and brush his coat; he was the happiest he could ever remember being.

Snows' life became a routine. She would rise to make breakfast just before dawn. The dwarves would eat (their table manners had been impeccable from the moment she had met them) and bow their thanks to her before making for the mine. Under normal circumstances, they would be there until dark and then come home for supper and sleep.

One day, about a week after moving in with the dwarves, Snow was cleaning the house when a knock at the door surprised her. It wasn't any of the dwarves, she knew; they wouldn't have bothered with the knock.

Snow opened the door. Behind it was an old woman with a basket of apples. Snow absolutely loved apples.

"Apple for you, my dear?" the old woman asked.

"I haven't any money," Snow answered, suddenly saddened.

"It's no worry, dear," the old woman replied. "I knows them dwarves what lives here. They've done me many a favour over the years. I gives them apples every so often, so's they remember me and as payment for them favours. Here," the old woman said and offered the basket, "takes a few."

"I couldn't," Snow replied, although she really, really wanted to.

"You can and you will," the old woman replied, practically dumping half the basket of apples on the doorstep. "Tasty, they is and them dwarves what lives here goes mad for 'em. Trust me, my dear, they'll be all the happier for 'em!"

Snow found herself up to her ankles in apples of all colours. Most of them were red, but there were several that were mixed in colour and there were others in various shades of green from a deep, dark to almost golden.

"Um. Well. Thank you, I guess," she said.

"No worries, my dear," the old woman said. "You just make sure youse and them dwarves enjoys them apples and that'll be all the thanks I need!" The old woman smiled at her and it was such an infectious smile that Snow found she couldn't avoid smiling back. "They's got a larder - well, they calls it a larder - round the back. Cool cupboard's what I calls it, but it'll do to keep them apples nice and fresh! Good day, my dear!" she finished and with that, she turned and wandered away before Snow could say any more.

Snow grabbed a blanket and piled the apples inside to carry them. She found the cold cupboard after almost no time and was pleasantly surprised to see it filled with (empty) shelves, perfect for storing the apples as the old woman had said.

The dwarves were delighted when Snow told them of the apples in the larder and the old woman who had given them to her and the allayed her fears about both the woman and Snows' failure to pay for the apples themselves.

"We've done a few jobs for her now and again," Doc confirmed when he had heard Snows' story. She's paid us in apples a few times. Fish too, on occasion."

"They's good apples, too," Sneezy added. "Can't wait to have one!"

"I'll pack them for dinner tomorrow," Snow promised.

* * * * *

The following day, as she had promised, Snow gave each of the dwarves one of the apples when they went on their way. Most of the dwarves (except Dopey, of course), thanked her and put the apple in a pocket or handkerchief to keep it safe. Dopey, who ate anything as soon as he was given it, simply bit down on the apple as he went on his way, juice and apple flesh dripping from his chin as he walked, happily, behind his brothers towards the mine.

Snow picked a red apple for herself. She was pleased that she had held back from eating one the previous day. The anticipation had been nearly too much for her.

As she finished the apple, she found herself feeling very, very warm. Too warm, she decided, to wear this thick blanket dress. She considered the old one that the dwarves had recovered for her, but still thought it too warm.

"Oh, well," she said to herself, "the boys won't be back until after dark. There's no harm in cleaning in the nude! And it'll keep the grime off my dress!"

With that, slightly spurious, logic, Snow stripped off the blanket dress and began her daily dusting. She had managed to dislodge years of dirt and grime from the inside of the house and it almost looked clean now. A few more years of cleaning it and she might even be able to see the whitewash on the walls!

Snow did not expect anyone to see her cleaning and, within no time at all, she was comfortable in her nakedness as she swept and dusted. It almost didn't occur to her at all. And the dwarves would not be home for hours yet, anyway!

She was surprised, therefore, an hour or so later, when she turned around to pick something up from the floor and saw Dopey in the doorway. What surprised her more was that Dopey was as naked as she was, showing her that he was hairless everywhere on his body, not just on his head and face.

What surprised her even more than that was that Dopey had an erection so large that it would have made Lucky jealous!

Not realising she was doing so, Snow licked her lips.

"Oh, Dopey," she said, cooing. "Is that because of me?" What am I thinking? she asked herself, but her insides were going all gooey again and she found she didn't really care.

Snow may have been a virgin and a scullery maid, but she knew what sex was. She had caught enough servants fucking each other in quiet corners around the castle to have more than a basic idea of the mechanics and had watched enough animals making baby animals that she wasn't squeamish about such things.

Dopey nodded, his big grin splitting his face. He grabbed his erection and began to pump it slowly. Snow was entranced, though she couldn't understand why. She stared at Dopey pulling his huge cock.

"You do that a lot," she said, pointedly. "You all do. You think I don't know. But I've seen you. You all do that because I tease you. And you all cum everywhere. And I think you do that because of me, don't you?"

Dopey nodded again.

"You're bigger than the others," Snow said. "I've seen you all over the last few days. You're all quite big, for your heights, that is. But you're the biggest, Dopey."

Dopey nodded once more, in agreement. He might not know much, but he knew that.

Snow was not in control of herself right now. Something was affecting her! She... she wanted to... she really wanted to...

Oh, no!

The apples!

Without any reason to suspect she was right, somehow she just knew that it was the apples that had made her feel like this.

Like what?

Like I want to... she didn't let the thought finish, but it was too late. Her body knew what she wanted. What she desired. What she needed!

Snow walked, slowly, to Dopey. She put her hand on his cock and he let her. It was hard, yet soft and felt strange in her hand and it was so big that she could barely fit her hand around it. Yet, although it felt strange, holding it felt... natural.

She moved her hand up and down as she looked at Dopey's face, which was turned up to face her. The inane grin was gone, now; replaced by a look of wanton expectation.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, despite knowing that he could not tell her.

And yet, he could. He put a finger in his mouth and moved it in and out. It was a crude gesture, but it was as clear as if he had vocalised his desire for her to suck his cock.

Snow simply nodded and dropped to her knees. She examined, for a long moment, the huge dick in front of her. "Very nice," she muttered, although it was the first one she had seen up close and had little to compare it to.

Then body took control of her movements and her rational mind went on holiday for a while. She leaned forward and took the head of Dopey's huge cock in her mouth. It felt funny in there, but even more natural than holding it had felt. She moved her mouth up and down, like Dopey had done with his finger a few moments before. Dopey gasped and threw his head back.

"Mmm", Snow moaned around the big dick. She tried to get as much inside her mouth as she could, but could only manage about a half of the huge monster. Dopey's gasps and heavy breathing suggested that he considered this to be more than enough.

Dopey gripped her hair and she should have been upset or angry, but she found that she wanted him to do it. "Mm-hm," she moaned again, nodding slightly to tell Dopey that she was OK with what he was doing to her.

She bobbed faster and Dopey gasped and his breathing became much quicker. With no vocalisation possible, he tapped her three times on her head as he gasped and held back as best he could.

Snow knew what was coming next (literally!) and she was ready for it. She had heard some people say that swallowing cum was disgusting and wrong, but she found that she was determined to try it for herself. She nodded to tell Dopey it was OK, but he couldn't understand. He tapped her again and again and she briefly considered coming off his cock to tell him it was fine to cum, but she feared that, if she did that, she might miss the big moment.

And so, Snow simply carried on, knowing that Dopey would not be able to hold on much longer.

Dopey was not able to hold on much longer. With a vocal noise that was as close to an actual sound as he could manage, he exploded in her warm, sensual mouth.

Snow jumped in surprise at the speed of what was blasting into her mouth, but she didn't stop. She pulled away as far as she could, so that only the head of Dopey's cock was in her mouth, and let the cum fly to the back of her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could and didn't drop a single bit.

Dopey came for, what seemed like forever. Rope after rope of delicious, creamy cum was blasted into Snow's mouth and she savoured it as best she could before swallowing it so she did not drown. When, finally, it was over, she sucked the cock in her mouth to ensure there was nothing else left, swallowed what was in her mouth and lifted her face to look at Dopey.

"I hope you enjoyed that," she said.

Dopey grinned and nodded, emphatically.

"Good," she giggled. "So did I!"

Dopey's grin grew wider. Without warning, he pushed Snow over, onto her back.

"Dopey?" she asked, in surprise and horror, "what are you doing?"

Dopey couldn't answer, but within moments it was clear what he was doing. Gripping her nipples between his fingers and twisting and pinching them, Dopey put has face between Snow's legs. Moments later, the young woman was squealing with pleasure as Dopey shoved his huge, long tongue deep inside her folds.

"Oh, fuck!" was all she said before her brain switched off. This was pleasure that she had never known she needed. Dopey's tongue seemed to bury itself in her stomach, it was so long.

He lapped her up like a cat with a bowl of cream, sliding in and out of her and then, occasionally, wiggling his tongue around inside her, touching every bit of her insides.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" Snow panted. "Fuck, yes. Oh, gods! That's so good! Fuck, that's good!" Snow was in paradise, now. "Do it again! More! More! Oh, fuck! Yes!"

Snow felt a strange sensation bubbling up inside her. She didn't know what it was, but it felt wonderful. Her words became babbles as she pushed herself towards this strange, tingling feeling inside her.

And then, whatever it was, it hit her like a horse drawn carriage! It blasted through her in a wave she couldn't dream of controlling. "Oh, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YES! YES! FUCK! OH, FUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!"

Dopey never stopped his assault on her insides as this feeling - whatever it was - crashed through her, but Snow didn't give a shit. If he could make her feel like this again, he could lick her to death for all she cared!

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she came down from whatever the high had been. Dopey, slowly, removed his loving tongue from her insides and Snow was left, panting in desperation to pull as much air into her lungs as she could.

As she recovered, she pulled Dopey up to her and kissed him. It was a strange thing, but this was her first kiss. But then, Dopey had been her first on several levels already, so it wasn't much of a surprise that she added kissing to her list of things he'd ticked off.

Breaking off the kiss, she looked him in the eyes. "What the fuck was that?" she muttered, knowing that he couldn't tell her.

"You had an orgasm," came a voice she recognised. In shock and horror, she pushed Dopeys' face from hers and looked around the room, quickly spotting the Mirror's face in the cracked (but much cleaner) glass on the wall. "A couple, possibly, by the sounds of it."

"You... you heard that?" Snow was horrified. And yet, on some level, she found the idea intriguing. She was astonished to realise that she wasn't mad about this.

"Heard it. Saw it. Quite enjoyed watching it, actually," the Mirror confirmed. "I must say, you do get vocal when you cum, don't you?"

"I? Cum? Women don't cum," Snow replied, skipping over the idea that someone - even a disembodied head - had watched her as she lost control.

"Of course they do," the Mirror admonished. "Of course, most men are selfish bastards and don't give their women the chance to cum very often. It takes longer and more effort to make a woman cum than it does a man and most men are too lazy to make the effort." The Mirror smiled at Dopey. "Dwarves, however," the Mirror continued, "don't seem to have that problem."

Dopey grinned and shook his head.

"Good to know," Snow said. "If I find a husband, I'll have to make sure he can give me one of those 'orgasms'."

"Only one?" the Mirror asked with a leering smile.

Snow surprised herself by blushing. "Well," she considered, "I'm sure I could handle a couple, if he was willing to try!"

"I'll see what I can do," the Mirror said.

"What?"

"Fuck!" the Mirror hissed. "I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that!" The Mirror seemed to sigh and take a deep breath before continuing. "That's kind of my job in your story, you see," the Mirror said. "To get you a husband; a Prince, actually - although the instructions weren't very clear on that bit."

"To get me a... husband? Why?"

"Because you're special," the Mirror said, simply. It sighed again. "Look, it's complicated," he added, "but some girls - and the occasional boy - are special. Their story gets written and told and will become a legend in time. You're one of them."

"But why?"

The Mirror smiled. "Most of the stories are the same," it said. "A dead parent; or, sometimes, an orphan. An evil stepmother or a wicked witch, something like that. Denial of a birthright - mainly a Prince or Princess denied their position. Castles are usually involved in some way. Then there's true love, a wonderful first kiss, marriage and all living happily ever after. It's a common trope, but the kids love it. Or will love it. In time."

Snow shook her head. "But I'm not special," she said.

Dopey tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to face him. He nodded, emphatically, at her. Pointed to her and then put both thumbs up.

"Dopey's right," the Mirror said. "You are special. And not just because you came like a kettle on the fire for too long whilst he licked your pussy from now until the crack of doom!"

Snow blushed again. "I'm not, really," she said.

"Think about it," the Mirror insisted. "Your parents are both gone. The Queen is your wicked stepmother. You're the rightful Princess. You lived in a castle. It all fits."

"And the kiss and the 'happily ever after'?" Snow asked.

"Give me time," the Mirror said. "I've only just got you out of the castle and to a place of safety! Handsome Princes don't just come along down forest paths by themselves, you know!"

Dopey tapped her again and motioned kissing her, pointing to himself.

Snow smiled. "It was a lovely kiss," she confirmed to him. "And I do love you, like I love all your brothers. But... not like that." Dopey looked downcast. "I'm sorry," Snow said and put her hand under his chin to lift his face to hers.

Dopey had his dopey grin again. "You cheeky little bastard," Snow laughed, realising she had been played. Dopey grinned wider and nodded.

It was only now that Snow noticed that Dopeys' cock was hard again. "Oh, my," she said, wondering again how she had managed to get practically the whole thing down her throat.

Dopey looked down at himself and then grinned again. He pushed Snow over, again, and then lay down on top of her.

"Dopey? What are you doing?" Snow was worried again.

Dopey put one finger inside a ring made from the finger and thumb of his other hand. His intention was clear.

"No!" Snow insisted. "I can't!"

"Why not," the Mirror asked.

"Because," Snow replied, "I want to be... pure. You know. For my husband."

"I'll sort that," the Mirror promised. "Trust me, when your handsome Prince first takes you to his bed, you'll be complete down there again."

"You can do that?"

"I'm a magic Mirror," the Mirror said. "It's kind of what I do!"

"Oh." Another thought struck her. "But... I could end up... um..."

"Pregnant?" the Mirror asked. Snow nodded. "Not possible," the Mirror said. "Dwarves and humans are different. Their DNA won't mix."

"Their what?"

The Mirror decided now was not the time for a biology lesson. "The things that make babies," it explained. "They... won't. It's not possible."

"But... Kinsey. In the kitchens? She had sex with a dwarf and she got pregnant!"

"Not exactly," the Mirror said. "Kinsey had sex with a short man. Not a true dwarf. They're totally different."

"Really?"

"Totally," the Mirror repeated.

"OK," Snow said. "If you're sure."

"I'm sure," the Mirror replied.

"Well then," Snow said, facing Dopey and smiling at him. "I take it you know what you're doing?" Dopey smiled and nodded. "OK," Snow agreed. "Show me!"

Dopey wasted no more time. He pushed Snow back and then placed himself at her entrance. He looked at her, his face creased into a question.

"Yes," she said, no longer concerned. "Do it. I want you to."

Dopey nodded and then pushed himself, deliciously, inside her.

"Oh, fuck!" Snow said. There had been no pain, which she had imagined there would be. Instead, there was only pleasure.

Dopey pushed until his entire length was inside her and waited a few moments, whilst Snow gasped a few times. As she caught her breath, she nodded to him again.

And Dopey moved.

Snow couldn't describe what was happening to her, only that it was fucking wonderful! "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! YES! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck! YES! Shit! FUCK!!! YES!!!!!"

That orgasm thing ran through her once again and her hips bucked up, lifting Dopey completely off the ground. Her butt slammed back onto the floor and she howled with pleasure! "Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Fuck!" Snow mumbled.

"Having fun?" the Mirror asked.

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

Dopey needed no more encouragement. He slammed into her, harder and harder and Snow loved it. She gripped his back and his arse and pushed him as deep into her as she could get him. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried out.

Dopey made that noise in his throat again. Snow knew what that meant.

"Just give me a second," she gasped. "I'm going to cum again! Cum with me, Dopey, baby! Oh! Oh! Yes! Here it comes! Oh! Oh! FUCKKKK!!!!"

As she came again, Dopey exploded inside her and the feelings were more than she could imagine, almost more than she could handle. "Oh, oh, oh my gods! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Oh, fuck! Yes!"

Snow gasped and wheezed and gulped down air like a person saved from drowning. Her entire body was drenched in sweat on the outside and tingling like she had suffered an electric shock on the inside. "Oh, wow!" she gasped at last.

Dopey's body was also covered in sweat. He gasped, too. The two of them grinned at each other and she kissed him again.

"Thank you, Dopey," Snow said. Dopey simply nodded.

"Got room for one more?" came a voice from the doorway.

Snow gasped and turned her head to the door. There, as naked as she was, stood Grumpy.

"Oh. Um. I. Um..."

"Apple," Grumpy said. "Something about 'em does it to us. Makes us all horny. Usually, we just gets in a circle and wanks till we cum."

Snow looked a little lost. "Usually? So why not..."

"Well, you're here now," Grumpy said as if it was obvious. "Youse has had an apple, right?" Snow nodded. "So we figured you'd be horny too. And from what I just seen, you are!"

Snow blushed, but she couldn't deny it.

"You're one lucky fucker, Dopey," Grumpy said with a grin that did magical things to his otherwise miserable face. Dopey grinned and nodded.

"Dopey was a perfect gentleman," Snow said, trying to recover some kind of dignity from the situation.

"Bullshit," Grumpy said. "He fucked you good and you loved it. You can't deny it! I heard you cumming! In fact," he said as he walked in the door, "we all heard you!"

Behind him came the rest of the dwarves. "What?" Doc asked, with faux innocence. "You did give all of us an apple!"

"Oh, fuck me," Snow mumbled.

"Don't worry," Sneezy said, that leering grin back on his face. "We thoroughly intend to!"

"Oh, my!"

Within moments, Snow found herself surrounded by six hard cocks. Dopey had moved away and was sitting on his stool with his inane grin plastered to his face. He looked, briefly, at the Mirror and the two nodded understanding. Then they both turned to face the show.

Snow got to her knees and picked the nearest cock to swallow. For the next few hours, she was nothing more than a wanton whore. She swallowed cock after cock and had rope after rope of cum fired down her throat. She didn't know when it happened, but she suddenly realised at one point that she had a cock in her throat and another in her pussy, pushing in from behind.

"Oh, wow!" she gasped. "I fucking love this!" She went back to sucking whoever it was before her, whilst whoever was ploughing her from behind went deeper and deeper.

There was no order to it, just raw sex. When a dwarf came inside her (at whichever end), he would withdraw and Snow would feel empty in that hole for a second or two, before he was replaced by one of his brothers and the whole thing would start again.

The brothers were in incredible synchronisation. When the one in her mouth pushed in, the one in her pussy pulled back and vice-versa with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Snow lost count of how many orgasms she had had after the first dozen or so and soon her body simply tingled throughout as if she was in the midst of a fuck long orgasm.

Then came the call from Sneezy that brought trepidation, pain but much, much more fun into Snow's life. "I wanna fuck her arse!"

Snow didn't have the ability to say no, her mind too hypnotised by the cock in her mouth. She found herself manipulated on top of a cock in her pussy (how they did this without falling out she would never know) and then someone spat on her arse.

Snow barely had time to register this before the spittle was being creamed around her arsehole. Cum and pussy juice was added to the mix and soon her arsehole was as slick a tunnel as she could imagine.

"Gonna fuck yer arse now," Sneezy said to her. Snow looked at him for a moment and then nodded.

This was all the encouragement Sneezy needed and, a few minutes later, he was balls deep in her arse and Snow was loving it! This was even better than anything she had had happen to her before on this totally wonderful day! "Oh, fuck, yes!" she squealed before devouring the cock before her again.

And so it continued, both day and night. Her mouth. Her arse. Her pussy. She took cocks in them all and she was wanton for it.

"Fuck me! Harder! Deeper! Do it! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my arse! Fuck my mouth! I don't care! Just fucking fuck me!!!"

And they did. Over and over and over again. No-one knew how many times each had fucked her in each hole, but they'd all done each hole at least once. And Snow loved it. Every fucking second of it.

There had to come a time, of course, when the fun ended. Even dwarves - who can run fifty miles without breaking sweat and still have the energy to run back again - have their limits. Snow was finally released from the last little fuck as Dopey released his final load inside her pussy. She smiled at them all as they sat, exhausted, around her.

"Well," she said, finally. "That was fun!"

* * * * *

And so started a new phase in Snows' life. Each morning, she would get up and make breakfast and send the boys on their way, but she didn't wear her dresses any more. They were too cloying, too restricting and took too long to remove when one (or more) of the boys came wandering back for a sneaky fuck.

Snow would usually have at least one visitor a day and more often than not it was two or three of them. The apples were long gone, now, but they were no longer needed to get her (or them) in the mood. All she needed to see was a hard cock and she was lost in wonder and then fucked to several, delicious, orgasms.

At night it was orgy time. Once the dinner was eaten, she would climb aboard the first cock to present itself to her and then welcome anyone else who wanted to take part. It wasn't a chore and she was never forced into anything. She just wanted cock and the dwarves were more than happy to give it to her. Often. Very often.

* * * * *

Now, dear reader, it is time for a new person to enter the story. His name is Philip and he is a young man from a land a long way away.

Philip was a stable boy in the castle under the rule of a Queen whom no-one could quite understand why she was in charge. Rather, the woman had appeared, married the King and then become a widow - and declared herself Queen - all within a matter of weeks. The Kings' son, a babe, had gone missing and a few years later an orphan boy called Philip, had begun working in the stables.

Then, one day - not long after he turned eighteen, Philip had been told by his magic Mirror to leave the castle in the dead of night, lest he end up dead the following morning. Philip had barely managed to escape with the help of an elderly, but sturdy, horse and now, some time (and a long way) later, he was riding through another nameless forest on the path his Mirror had instructed him to take.

Philip was hopelessly lost. He looked around. To the left, he saw a tree with trunks splayed apart like the legs of a woman giving birth (or getting fucked) and, just beyond that, a dim, disused path leading off.

Suddenly, an old woman was stood before him. Philip had no idea where she came from; he could have sworn he was alone on the path just a moment before. The woman was holding an old, battered basket and an apple.

"Apple for you, my dear?" the woman asked.

"I haven't any money," Philip answered, suddenly saddened.

"It's no worry, dear," the old woman replied. "I has only got this one left. You can take it."

"But," Philip objected, "then you won't have it to eat."

The old woman laughed. Not a cackle, as he had expected from such an elderly crone, but a genuine, musical laugh. "Don't be worrying yourself about that now, young man," she said after a moment. "I has plenty back at my own home." She pointed in a vague direction back down the path Philip had just taken. "But its getting dark now, so it is and I has a ways to go. Nice to be meeting you, young man," she finished, tossing him the apple.

Philip almost fumbled the catch in the dim light. By the time he had righted himself and got proper control of the flying object, the woman was some distance away.

"Er... Thank you," Philip called out. The old woman didn't stop her walk, but waved cheerfully over her shoulder.

Philip looked at the apple. It was a deep red and looked delicious. Without preamble, he took a bite and was pleased to find it tasted just as good as it looked.

As he devoured the apple, Philip looked around him again. Before his horse was the path he had been on. To his right was a tangle of trees and bushes that was impassible. To the left was the light, disused path he remembered seeing before.

Why he followed this path, rather than the more obvious one in front of him, Philip couldn't explain. There was no reason to think that this path led anywhere, as unused as it appeared to be and yet Philip felt himself drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

He got to the clearing before he even knew it was there. And there, in the middle of the clearing, was a house. It was small and tumbledown and the windows were cracked. The thatch was old and hadn't been maintained. The whitewash wasn't white - and probably hadn't been since the day Philip had been born. The chimney was broken and the gardens were unkempt. And it was the most beautiful place Philip had ever seen.

It was almost dark now and Philip rode up to the house. There were wisps of smoke coming from the chimney that promised a fire inside. Philip walked his horse to the side of the house and spotted another horse there. The two horses smelled each other, decided they were friends and were soon sharing straw, hay and water.

Philip walked around to the front of the house and prepared to knock on the door, but paused when he heard a squeal of pleasure from inside the house.

Philip may have been a virgin, and a stable boy, but he knew what sex was. He had caught enough servants fucking each other in quiet corners around the castle to have more than a basic idea of the mechanics and had watched enough animals making baby animals that he wasn't squeamish about such things. He knew what sex sounded like and this sounded like sex.

Curious, he looked through a nearby window and saw...

What the fuck? he wondered.

On the ground lay a short man with an enormous prick, which was currently pumping itself in and out of the pussy of a beautiful young woman lying on top of him. Above her was another short man, with a similarly impressive cock ploughing the young woman in the arse. The woman was, apparently, thoroughly enjoying herself, although she couldn't say so because a third short man, with an even longer cock and a shiny, bald head was currently thrusting the enormous sausage in and out of the woman's mouth.

Philip stared in wonder and had to admit that he was more than a little impressed. The woman was taking three huge cocks inside her and doing a pretty impressive job of accommodating the whole things. Offhand, he wondered how she managed to swallow the entire cock in her mouth; there didn't seem to be room. It was Philip's first exposure to a deep throat and he was quite excited by what he saw.

Looking around the room, he saw several other short men, each with huge dicks, standing around, watching the proceedings and, occasionally, giving advice or encouragement to either the men currently enjoying themselves, or the object of their enjoyment.

Then Philip realised that a couple of the watchers actually had their own cocks in the woman's hands and she was pumping them whilst being thoroughly fucked out. Five at once, Philip realised, his astonishment almost palpable.

Philip was stunned to realise that his hand was in his pants and he was squeezing his own (smaller - but not much) cock whilst licking his lips. He straightened himself out and put both hands on the windowsill before him but it wasn't long before his subconscious had him pumping his dick once more at the sight before him.

The short man in the womans' mouth threw his head back and shuddered. Philip had tossed enough cum up the wall of his room to know exactly what was happening. To his shock, but also his pleasant surprise, the woman swallowed every drop the short man fired at her, with a look of bliss on her face the whole time.

After what seemed like ages, the man stopped shuddering and he extricated himself from the woman. She licked her lips in case anything had spilled out and smiled at the man before her. She said something, but Philip couldn't hear what it was. It clearly pleased the man, though, who grinned inanely, and nodded profusely.

The woman turned her head as if to look around (or, possibly, pick her next cock to suck) and Philip saw her face. It was the most beautiful face! She had pale, almost snow white skin, dark, ruby lips whose colour had to be natural, since lipstick would have been smeared everywhere after what she had just been doing, and jet black hair, dark as ebony.

Her eyes were sharp and beautiful and shining with happiness and Philip truly understood that she was doing what she was doing because she really wanted to. No-one could fake that look, he was certain.

She picked her next victim and a short man in eyeglasses walked over to her. She smiled at the short man and then attacked his cock with her tongue. She slid her tongue up and down the huge phallus, several times, licking the cock head and teasing the man before finally swallowing his entire cock whole. Moments later, she was bobbing up and down once more.

Philip had his eyes almost closed as he approached his own eruption, but he could not turn away from the sight before him. He had to see and was desperate to cum when the man in the pussy of the beautiful woman did, though he couldn't explain why.

The man in her pussy started to buck harder and she squealed; a noise similar to the one Philip had heard just as had been about to knock. She nodded as best she could and Philip could imagine her wanting to cry out, but her mouth was otherwise occupied.

Philip dropped his pants to his ankles and pumped. It would be only moments now...

The short man thrust one final time and came inside the young woman. At almost the same time, the man in her arse did the same, both cocks blasting rope after rope of cum deep inside her. Outside, Philip painted a tiny section of the wall with something the colour of whitewash as he, too, blasted cum everywhere. He gasped and moaned as his orgasm ripped through him.

Slowly, Philip opened his eyes.

Uh-oh.

Right in front of him, just inches from the window, stood a short man with a grumpy face. He was staring up at Philip and, despite the young man being considerably taller than the man facing him, Philip was convinced that any kind of fight between the two would be short-lived and quite embarrassing for him.

Philip moved back from the window forgetting that his pants were around his ankles. He got half a step back, tangled his legs and found himself sat on his arse with his legs in the air. Moments later, he was surrounded by seven short, naked men with huge dicks looking down at him. Most seemed confused or angry but a couple - including the bald one and the guy in the eyeglasses - seemed somewhat more amused.

"Yer like spyin' do yer?" asked the grumpy one Philip had seen at the window.

"I... er... I..." Philip mumbled. He couldn't explain himself. Really, there was no polite way to explain why he had been observing the shenanigans inside the house. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't youse 'sorry' us," came the voice from a sneering man with a big red nose. "We seen youse! Starin'! Spyin'! And pulling yer cock like yer life depended on it! What?" the man continued, "does it give youse pleasure watchin' fuckin'? Huh? Youse some sort of fuckin' perve?"

"Now, now, Sneezy," the one in the eyeglasses admonished, "you cannot go around calling people names like that without evidence."

"What evidence?" the grumpy one interjected. "He was standin' at the window, wankin' hisself! Probably got his bigger cum on our wall an' all!"

"Well, it could only improve the colour," came a voice from the direction of the house. The seven little men parted like the Red Sea and the beautiful young woman, still completely starkers, came striding over to where Philip was lying. She looked down at him.

Maybe the sun was in just the right place. Maybe some strange beam of light bounced off a window pane. Or maybe it was love. Whatever it was, the woman's face was bathed in light and Philip was lost for all time.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, not realising until it was too late that he had voiced this aloud, whereupon he blushed.

"Well, thank you, kind sir," Snow White said. "I must say, you are quite the handsome man yourself." A couple of the little men grumbled at this. "Oh, hush," Snow snapped, playfully, looking at them. "I still love you all just as much." She turned back to face Philip. "It's just this one is a bit more... I don't know..."

"Your height?" the one in the eyeglasses said with a sarcastic grin.

"Possibly," she said with a smile that creased the edges of her mouth in a very pretty way. She studied him for a moment. "He looks very much like me," she said.

"He don't," the grumpy one insisted. "He ain't got black hair nor red lips nor your pale skin."

"Nor your neat fuckin' tits," the one called Sneezy added.

A fist from the grumpy one his Sneezy in the face so quickly that Philip barely saw the arm moving. A short moment later, Sneezy was lying, prostrate, on the ground. "Yer don't say that, yer fuckin' tosser," the grumpy one growled. "I tole yer. Be fuckin' polite! Snow's a Princess in case youse have forgot."

A Princess? Philip wondered. Then why is she living here, with these men? She should be in a palace! A big palace! Of gold! No! Of diamond! She deserves everything beautiful that this world can give her!

The seven men and one woman stared at Philip and he realised he'd spoken his thoughts aloud once more.

"Thank you," Snow said. "But I'm happy here. My boys and I have everything we need, right here. What good is a palace? I don't know how to be a Princess. I know how to be a scullery maid. I don't know how to wear a crown, but I do know how to wear an apron. I'm not sure I could go and live in the palace, even if my stepmother stepped down as Queen."

A flash of insight hit Philip. Stepmother! Queen! That had happened to him! He didn't know how he knew this, but he was certain.

"That bitch," Philip hissed.

"Evil stepmother? Stolen crown? Made to be a servant?" Snow asked. Philip nodded to each question as it was asked. "The Mirror was right," she said to the others. "It does happen a lot." She looked down at Philip again. "Pull your pants up, young man, and come in. It appears we have a lot to discuss."

* * * * *

Snow and the dwarves filled Philip in on what the Mirror had said. The Mirror then made an appearance and Philip was stunned to realise that it was the same Mirror that he had.

"I don't have just one story on the go, you know," the Mirror said. "There's you two and this girl who claimed she could spin straw into gold who's in all sorts of deep shit with some dwarf with a long, stupid name. Then there's the girl who's been locked up with an ugly monster that I've got to try and get her to fall in love with; I can't imagine how the fuck I'm going to pull that one off because he's not only ugly but a complete twat to boot."

The Mirror continued his lament. "There's a guy in a far away land who's stolen a load of stuff from a cave owned by forty thieves - forty, I ask you! And another lad with a lamp he thinks is magic and a carpet that can fly who's obsessed with his monkey and won't look at the fucking Princess I've got practically drooling over him. Honestly, it's a farce! I'm worked off my frame!"

"Pity," Snow said with great sarcasm. "I really feel for you. But what about Philip? And me?"

"Oh, your stories are nearly over," the Mirror said. "You just have to go to the palace, get rid of the Queen, get married and live happily ever after, the end."

"Oh, right," Philip said with a sarcasm to match Snow White's own. "Just, you know, get to a palace and get rid of a witch. Just like that."

"Oh, that's the easy bit," the Mirror said. "Listen."

* * * * *

And now it was all over. The nine of them had gone to the palace and, whilst the dwarves created a diversionary ruckus on one side of the palace, Snow and Philip had made their way to the Queen's chambers.

The Queen saw them as they came in. She recognised Snow instantly and whirled to face the Mirror. "What is that little slut doing here?" she demanded.

"The time has come, thy end is nigh," the Mirror said. "If ye wish to live, then thou must fly!"

"I'm not going anywhere," the Queen laughed - though the laugh was more of a cackle. "And this little cunt can't make me!"

"I think I can," Snow said and pulled something from the pocket of her dress. Without preamble, she threw it at the Mirror.

"NO!" The Queen leapt to catch what had been thrown and intercepted the projectile as it flew threw the air. She landed on the ground in triumph, her hand around a bright, red apple.

"Stupid cunt," Snow muttered, derisively. "I've got more than one, you know!" So saying, she threw a second apple at the Mirror.

The Queen could only watch in horror as the apple smashed through the Mirror. Then she began to scream.

Three dozen lifetimes or more the Queen had lived. Now, several centuries of time hit her with the force of a ton of bricks.

A whirling vortex remained where the Mirror now wasn't and Snow and Philip watched in horrified fascination as the Queen's skin ripped from her body and flew into the vortex. Moments later, every soft tissue inside the Queen went the same way and her skeletal remains fell to the ground. Even though there was nothing of the Queen that was capable of making a sound, her scream continued throughout.

As more of the Queen's corporeal form was sucked into the vortex, it seemed to grow in strength. Soon, smaller bones began to be pulled in, increasing the strength of the vortex yet further. Now larger bones were pulled in, until every part of the Queen's skeleton was sucked inside the vortex, which slammed shut after her, finally cutting off the piercing wailing scream.

"Well, that was easy," Philip said. "Honestly, darling," he added, kissing Snow on the forehead as the two of them turned away, "I don't really know why you needed me at all!"

"Because someone needs to marry her and give her little babies so that the Kingdom can flourish," the voice of the Mirror came from behind them.

The two turned back and the Mirror remained in place, unbroken as it had been before Snow had demolished it.

"So I'm nothing more than a cock?" Philip asked.

"Pretty much," Snow said, smiling at him.

"I think I can handle that," Philip smiled back.

Snow continued to smile, but in her mind, she wondered. I don't think you can, she thought to herself. Not all of me, anyway.

* * * * *

Snow and Philip were married the next day. With the evil Queen gone, the Final Spell was broken and it seemed like everyone in the castle knew who Snow White was and hailed her as their Queen. Philip became their King and the two ruled for many decades in peace and harmony. They had six children, three boys and three girls who were all as beautiful as their parents and they all lived happily ever after.

* * * * *

Except, of course, they didn't. Snow loved her husband, deeply and he loved her. And so he knew she was unhappy and he knew why. And, because he loved her, he would do what was necessary to make her happy.

* * * * *

Days after their marriage, Snow and Philip were riding their horses down the path in the forest. They came to a tree with two trunks, spread apart like the legs of a woman giving birth (or getting fucked). They turned right, off the path. The house was a few hundred yards in.

Snow and Philip put the horses around the side of the house and then Snow stripped off her dress. Naked as the day they had met, she kissed her husband. "Thank you, my love," she whispered in his ear.

"All for you," Philip whispered back.

The two walked into the house. A short moment later, the sounds of seven short men and one tall one, thoroughly fucking a deliriously happy young woman emanated from within.

On the wall, the Mirror - the true pervert of the story - watched on, grinning.