Favourite Fairy Tales - Modernized and Eroticized

[Chicklet]

The Beast With A Coat? I'm not familiar with that one, but I do like the tale about the seal who takes off her seal coat and comes up onto shore. A man falls in love with her and steals her coat so that she'll have to stay on land. She is very very sad, but marries him, crying every night. The couple have a son, and the son sees her crying in her chair. He's all like "hey mom, what's wrong?" and she won't say. Then the son finds the seal coat and gives it back to his mother, who promptly puts it on and swims away. I can't remember if she goes out and finds a coat for her son or not...

 

[MsLinnet]

Oh how our perverted minds works

Love Linnet

 

[Guest]

lol

," or Steve on "Blue's Clues." Really, any of the ones where it's agreed that the person would never dare putting the part on their resume.

So, since this is "Story Ideas," how about the sorts of "clues" Blue's evil brother or sister might leave for Steve to follow. Hmmm, Steve, why don't you write down enormous dildo, lube, and Preparation H in your notebook, and see if you can figure out those clues. Sigh


THAT WOULD BE ACCTUALLY KIND OF COOL! How many mothers would like that I wonder... Probally more then one would think....

 

[penguindance]

 

[MrFrost]

I used to belong to this forum on msn for mothers of toddlers, and you wouldn't believe the number of mothers who have a thing for Steve. They would talk about it all the time, lol. Wonder how they are doing now that he isn't on the show anymore...

(For those of you don't have small children, lol, Steve left a few weeks ago and went away to college. His younger brother Joe took over the show, and now Joe is there to play Blue's Clues. Lord help me for knowing these things....)

aww steeve was a pretty cool guy too...

 

[penguindance]

 

[Tatewaki]

Any other Fairy Tales anyone think require an erotic treatment? Before anyone slams down ten titles then toddles off, how about giving it some thought and detailing the kind of action and basic outline of the story you'd like to see?

Please, no lame-ass "The prince does 'slip-her' something at the end of the 'tail,' something that 'fits just right.'" one liners please. I got that one for Cinderella in a PM. Who can work with that?

Like the singles ads say: Serious replies only, please.

-T

 

[Tatewaki]

Rapunzel: Act II - The Maiden of the Wood

Chicklet;

Here is Act II of Rapunzel. Feel free to comment on the second installment. I'm cleaning it up this weekend, and intend to post it on Sunday.

Any ideas on how to bring up the heat in the fellatio scene at the end? It seems pretty tame to me.

Regards,

-T

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Rapunzel: Act II - The Maiden of the Wood


Rapunzel, a most precocious child, grew up happy. She had been raised by Dame Gothel with much love and affection. Deep in the heart of the Great Wood they lived, surrounded by the fragrant cedars and the stout oaks, the weeping willows and the flashy birches in their coats of silvery white. Rapunzel learned the names and the properties of each of the plants and fungi, but not from the Dame who jealously guarded her arcane knowledge. No, the plants themselves revealed their secrets to her, for she could speak to them as clearly as a man could converse with his neighbours.

Men would dare enter these woods only with good reason. The wild magic still reigned here, and wise folk learned to stay out of the fey lands. Only brave men or fools dared venture here.

Or, perhaps, the driven. Here in the perilous wood Rowan Earth Lord finally found his long lost child after ten seasons of wandering the lands. He knew it to be her after the first glimpse. Her hazelnut brown skin and midnight tresses that licked her heels instantly marked her as such. The slight girl slipped through the underbrush like a phantom, her feet not rustling the vegetation of the forest floor in the slightest way. If he had not seen her moments before he would never have known that a human had ever passed there.

But he did know as he had seen. With a joyous shout he set out in pursuit of his truant offspring.

He had not taken even three steps toward his child when the world went white, suddenly enshrouded in heavy clinging mist that poured through the branches of the trees like water through the holes in a sieve. The heavy cloud beaded up on his skin, slicking him down like sweat. He knew enough about his former lover to recognize the feel of one of her enchantments.

"Come out Gothel," he shouted. "I am here for my child. Bring her to me."

"Can it be that your senses have left you, cabinetmaker? Your presence is most unwelcome. Your child is not here, only my child remains. Begone."

But Rowan would not go, not after spending so long in fruitless searches for his child. "Let me see her, Gothel."

Dame Gothel strode through the woods, the mists parting before her in obedience. She wore not a stitch, her flawless body displayed to best effect by the trinkets she wore. Upon seeing the delectable redhead, Rowan’s scepter twitched irritably in his loins. It had been a long time, indeed.

"Still potent I see, Earth Lord," Gothel said. "But I do not need you."

"Nor I you," he replied. "All I desire is my child. My life is empty without her in it. Without her I shall soon perish."

"Then perish, foolish man. At least you die for something other than a handful of grass! You gave up an innocent babe for worldly desire, cabinetmaker. Death is what you so richly deserve."

"Well I know it." Rowan's heartfelt sob escaped his lips. "But I would see her first, even if only for the briefest of glimpses."

Dame Gothel considered his request and his presence. He had come to find his daughter. He must truly love her. Yet, Rapunzel remained dear to Gothel's heart as well. She would never let her child go.

Despite her callous words the Enchantress did lust for the Earth Lord. She still had a use for him.

"Rowan, if you come within ten strides of your daughter you shall fall down dead. Thanatos shall claim you if you ever speak to her. Such was the geas I laid upon you and your wife. This prohibition even I cannot lift. If you seek to claim your child you will fall into oblivion."

"Death comes for as all," he replied. "If I could spy my child again before I left this world, I would die content."

The Dame considered this. Rowan had served her well in the past, and could in the future. But she would not permit him to have contact with his offspring. The Blood of the Ancients ran strongly in the Dark Child. She would instantly feel an affinity with her father. How would she feel about Gothel then? Would Rapunzel leave her and choose to go with her blood relation? Probably.

This ending Gothel refused to contemplate.

"I shall do better than merely allowing you to see your child, Earth Lord. I shall arrange it so you can spend every waking moment with her for as long as you remain in this place. My only condition is that I will disguise you so she will never recognize you as her parent. Do you agree to this?"

Rowan did not trust the deceitful witch. He had suffered at her hands before. "Only if you swear that this disguise will not physically harm me in any way," he replied cautiously. The wasp stung, the asp bit and the Enchantress lied; each creature behaved according to its own natural proclivities. "I do not want to be with my daughter from underneath the stones of a my funerary cairn."

Dame Gothel caressed his muscular chest, running long aristocratic fingers through his curly thatch of blond hair. "So little trust, Rowan. Why should this be so?"

Rowan seized a slender wrist of the Enchantress, pulling her hand upwards, forcing her to stand on tiptoe. Her ankle bangles clinked musically at the sudden motion. "Have a care, Earth Lord. Your familiarity will have severe repercussions."

"It already has, Wood Witch. Knowing you has cost me my wife and my child. Now I have nothing and no one. Death holds no fear for me."

"There are many ways to die, Lord of the Earth. Some fleeting, others dreadfully slow." Although he felt no fear at the threat, he thought it best to obey the woman who could deliver him his child. He released her, letting her fall to the spongy earth. Only the jangle of bracelets and her chiming ankle ornaments made sound.

"So. You can still reason and obey, if only to fulfill your own desires. Very good. I can definitely use you." With that, the sultry seductress knelt in front of the naked man, massaging his member to iron hardness with her preternatural skill. "Some things never change, Rowan. Your member is still beautiful."

"Enough flattery, crone. Fetch me my child."

"Crone? Is this the face of a crone I possess? Do these breasts belong to an old woman?" Truly, they did not. Dame Gothel looked to be a woman in her twenties. Mature, but still close enough to her maidenhood so the rosy flush of youth still endued her limbs.

"I know you for what you are, hag. The fair wrapping conceals your rankness."

"You came to me of your own free will, even when I had the face and form of that selfsame hag. That did not stop you from taking me as was your wont."

"I had no choice."

"There is always a choice," the Enchantress said. "It is just a matter of whether one is willing to pay the price or not." With that bit of wisdom, she dove upon him, feeding his shaft between her plump, moist lips.

Many seasons had passed since any woman had touched him so. Despite her penchant for trickery, he could not deny that the red haired damsel possessed a fair face and form. The old spell of lust she wove around him a decade ago again constricted about his stiffened flesh. Despite his anger and reservation, he found himself enjoying the Enchantress' skill. She knew well Aphrodite’s techniques, and always managed to bring him an intense orgasm. He did note a hint of impatience this time, a touch of desperation had been absent from their earlier liaisons.

"My child, woman. Where is Rapunzel?" Rowan felt the faint stirrings of doubt within his breast, even as the great stirrings of lust raged within his stout tool. He could trust the Enchantress' word, aye, but he could trust her to warp those words for her own purposes. "In return for a glimpse of my child I will give you that which you obviously desire from me." He pushed the feeding Enchantress off of his rod, and held his cock flat against his belly. Her still-ravenous mouth reached for him, receiving a stiff thwack across the lips from his rigid member. Gothel hissed in frustrated anger.

"What I want you want as well, beloved Rowan. Remember the God's Tool? Remember how I said you would never possess it again? What if I said I could restore it?"

Restored? That would be wonderful! He had felt incomplete during its absence. Its lack had driven Hazel into the arms and beds of other men in the cities. She searched for that which her man could no longer provide. That part of him – the best part – could be restored?

"How, Gothel? How will you accomplish this thing?"

She did not speak. Instead, she again plucked a small vial off of her neck chain, this one as delicate as the nail of her smallest finger.

"The World's Tears? I thought you said they would no longer work upon me?" The rest of his words and thoughts were snuffed out by the hellfire that raged in his loins. Oh, but what a sweet agony! For he knew that the scorching touch of the water heralded even hotter, searing passions within him.

The water that Gothel anointed him with did not come from the destroyed well that once led into the earth's heart. No, she used Rapunzel's Tears, a liquid more puissant and rare than diamonds of the first water. For you see, the happy child never cried.

The liquid had the intended effect. Rowan's scepter became the raging Staff of the Earth, even wider of girth and greater of length that it had been ten seasons ago. Ten seasons of neglect had not weakened it. Rather, it had used the decade-long respite to rejuvenate itself. Gothel had long experience handling him and his magnificent equipment. She did not quail from him. Her mouth wrapped around the substantial head of his cock.

Rowan almost fell forward to skewer her with his spear but he decided to stand still and to enjoy the natural sorcery that Gothel performed upon him. One did not need to be an Enchantress to perform this particular brand of magic. His limbs felt ephemeral, as light as the dust motes that danced upon the breeze, glinting in the rays of sunlight that streamed through the thick forest canopy. He lifted his hands to his face to examine them.

His hands and arms all had a tough, scaly skin upon them, a silvery brown covering that thickened even as he watched. Similar, shimmery skin grew upon his loins and legs.

No, not skin. Bark. Tree bark grew upon him!

Rowan tried to speak, to shout a question at Dame Gothel but his voice no longer functioned. He could only crane his head downwards to stare into the guileless, round eyes of the Dame as she sucked the life out of his still-rigid cock. It, too, now possessed a fine silvery bark.

"No treachery here, Rowan Earth Lord," Gothel whispered. "You shall see your child, and she, you. She will come to love you and spend happy days frolicking at your roots, and climbing through your strong branches. The dandelion sends out endless legions of its seed, but the majority never take root. Your mighty seed has sprouted only once, but such a wonder she is! You will get to see her mature. And you shall live, Rowan. Time moves slowly in the Great Wood. You shall still be here growing strong when the cities of man are heaps of dust upon the plains. Your brethren welcome you home."

The trees around him sighed, speaking of the joy they felt at his arrival, curious as to why he had worn flesh upon entering the Wood and had refused to converse with them at that time. Rowan ignored them, instead stretching his hands up to the heavens, praying with all his might to his god to deliver him from evil.

In this attitude his limbs froze, his upraised limbs sprouting a multitude of slender branches and thick foliage, compound and pinnate in form. The man had disappeared. A slender rowan tree stood in its place, healthy and alive. Gothel still held his staff in her hand, the member looking like a second trunk that had sprouted from the side of the main body, as rowan trees are wont to do. Thick drops of pearlescent sap bled out of the bulbous tip, every pregnant drop gathering at its crown, then creeping down the underside of the staff. Gothel placed her tongue underneath one of them and licked it up with relish.

The drop rejuvenated her, just as she had expected. Each one had similar properties to Rapunzel's Tears.

"As you serve me, so shall I serve you, Rowan. Your daughter shall know you, as I promised." Gothel stayed upon her knees, working Rowan's Staff with vigour, coaxing as much of the sap out of him as she could. It remained somewhat pliant in her hands, but soon it hardened, taking on the texture of wood. She pushed at it, moving it so it pointed up, though still jutted out at a slight angle. There it stayed, rigid as a man's limbs undergoing rigor mortis upon his expiring.

She kissed the head of the staff one more time then departed, calling for her obedient child to attend her.

§§§

Dame Gothel honoured her word, as all Enchantresses must. She introduced Rapunzel to the tree who fell in love with it at first sight. Being smaller than the trees surrounding the clearing made it less intimidating. Still, the attractive tree stood strong and healthy. Its clean, straight branches and perfectly sculpted roots pleased her. The little young forest nymph could feel the trees, know their thoughts and feel their moods. But never before had she felt absolute, selfless love from another living being. She felt quite captivated by it. As soon as she approached the tree straightened its branches, fanning them in a ecstatic display of welcome even though the wind did not stir. Rapunzel climbed effortlessly into its low branches. She could scale it without thought or great effort for wherever she placed a foot or reached out a hand a branch would appear as if by magic. Never had climbing a tree felt this simple, Rapunzel thought gaily.

She felt so safe in this tree that she promptly fell asleep up there, the rustling, serrated fans of foliage singing her a beautiful lullaby. Dame Gothel smiled at the child and her transformed parent, and left them to be alone with each other. In this form Rowan posed no threat to her. She would let him enjoy himself.

§§§

Eight years passed, eight glorious years for the pretty girl-child to grow up and become a woman of great beauty. Rapunzel had become the Ebon Maiden of the Wood. The woman knew no modesty, or she had never experienced shame. Clothing had no role in her life. Her nut-brown skin felt as soft as satin, yet protected her like tough, old bark. She could traverse a snowfield and not feel cold, or hold a glowing ember and remain untouched by the scorching heat. Besides, other than Dame Gothel – who also went around naked – she had never seen another human being.

The older she became the further afield she would roam, crisscrossing the Wood and protecting it from harm. When an acorn fell on a barren patch of stony ground she would pick it up and move it to a place where its roots could easily sink into the rich, dark earth. A fawn with a broken leg had it set expertly, healed by her dulcet voice and her spellsong. It ran away, bounding through the woods as hale as before it had stumbled. Birds had twisted wings mended, wolves had chipped fangs rejuvenated so they could feed, and so on. No animal would harm her, and all the planets rejoiced in her presence.

One day after doing her rounds Rapunzel felt the longing to return to her favorite tree, the small rowan that stood alone in the clearing. It had been her favorite since Dame Gothel had introduced her to it all those years ago. No matter how many beautiful trees she encountered this one held a special place in her heart. For a woman who had no roots, that tree marked home. She longed to return to it whenever she strayed, missing her Rowan more than her dam, Dame Gothel. Perhaps she would weave a crown from Rowan’s dense corymbs of creamy-white flowers. Would that not be fun? Anticipation put speed in her step, the girl running faster than the mountain cat did when pursuing the fleeing hare.

She sprinted through the woods, leaving no spoor in the soft, mossy ground. The branches avoided pricking her flesh. Even the cantankerous brambles refused to snag her long black locks that flowed behind her like a river. So nimble and skilled was she that Rapunzel could surprise a pheasant in the bush or a lynx in the tree.

Or, on this particular occasion, a kneeling sorceress suckling upon Rowan's staff.

She had never witnessed such an intriguing activity before. Rapunzel stood fast, staring openmouthed as the Dame took the end of that slender trunk in her gullet, working it in and out of herself with ferocious lunges. Her pale, bejewelled hands played over the silvery skin of the smooth-barked tree, massaging it with deft touches.

The feelings that stirred within her surprised Rapunzel. The space between her legs itched, feeling almost like it did when she had to pass water, but not quite. The tingling sensation came from elsewhere. She slipped her head down her taut belly and into the dark triangle between her legs, searching it for the source of the irritation. She found none, but did enjoy the feel of herself. She kept her hand in motion over her crotch while she watched the Dame at work.

Rapunzel stared at her for a long time, standing transfixed as the Dame worked upon the wooden staff. She no longer used her hands, only her mouth. She ran it over the sides of the pole, working it all over as her own hands played with the crimson berries that capped her creamy breasts. Sometimes, the Enchantress delved between her legs, rubbing herself with frantic strokes, her wrist bangles creating a cacophony that sent startled fowl to the skies.

Ah! Dame Gothel touched herself in the same way as she! Perhaps she could explain this feeling that had come over her. Suddenly feeling bold, Rapunzel stepped forward and approached the kneeling Dame.

So enraptured was she that Gothel did not hear Rapunzel's approach. Just like she often did with brush quail, Rapunzel reached out a cool brown hand and tweaked her target's tail. As the curious girl contacted the round, full ass of the kneeling Enchantress, Gothel squealed.

The sorceress leaped to her feet, turning upon Rapunzel with clawed hands, lightning crackling between them like it did when arcing from cloud to storm laden cloud. At the sight of Rapunzel's grinning face, Dame Gothel allowed the incandescent bolt to vanish.

"What do you here?" the naive girl asked. "It seems like a senseless task, yet you have been doing it for much of the day. Why?"

"How know you this, mischievous child?" A great flush infused Dame Gothel's cheeks, the red perfectly matching the colour of her engorged nipples. Rapunzel found it quite amusing and broke out in laughter.

"What is it, naughty girl?"

Rapunzel told the Dame everything, how funny she looked playing with the staff, and how much funnier she looked with her scarlet cheeks. For you see, until this moment Dame Gothel had never felt shame around the child. Thus Rapunzel had never witnessed this response before.

She is old enough to learn, Gothel thought to herself. What is the harm in explaining? After all, she will never see a man, not here in the Wood. "I am milking the tree of its sap, Dear Heart. Unlike the maple where you must tap deep, this rowan tree must have its sap worked out of it by using the mouth."

"Oh! Is its sap sweet like the maple's? Must one boil it before they eat it?"

"Much sweeter than the maple, I would say," Gothel said with a lecherous smirk, "and you need not boil it. Come. Let me show you how it's done." Rapunzel knelt in front of the Rowan Staff, assuming the same position the Dame had been in just moments earlier. Then she ran her tongue along the underside of the staff, from center to the tip. Immediately, thoughts emanated from the tree, thoughts that had been absent whilst the Dame had worked the tree. Rapunzel giggled.

"What is it now, you wicked child?"

Rapunzel told the Enchantress about the feelings the had, the warmth and delight it experienced. She could not translate into words the joy that coursed through Rowan, but she summed up by say that the feelings made her wish to laugh.

Dame Gothel eyed the tree warily.

Rapunzel worked the staff hard, emulating Gothel's technique. She had watched the woman long enough at her task and knew what to do. She sucked and she licked, she massaged and she tweaked, she did all those things the older woman had done. As she did it, the itching of her crotch intensified. She forced the head of the staff into her mouth, holding it in place with one hand while the other stroked on her plump, firm berry nestled deep within her wild bush. The Dame's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Rapunzel! What is it you are doing?"

Rapunzel pulled her mouth off of the staff long enough to reply that her mound had started to itch while watching her, and stroking it made it feel better. She had spied Gothel doing the same, and surmised it to be the correct thing to do. Then she recapped the staff with her mouth, and continued her ministrations.

Gothel could say nothing. She could only watch openmouthed as Rapunzel frigged herself furiously while massaging Rowan's Staff with a nut-brown hand while she licked at its knobby head.

Suddenly Rapunzel moaned around Rowan's girth, eyes widening in surprise. Streams of pearlescent sap spurted out from around her mouth and suddenly bloated cheeks. She tore her head away from the staff, just in time for the niveous deluge to coat her face and breasts. Spurt after spurt of the clingy, scalding sap Rowan's Staff released, enough to thoroughly douse Rapunzel with it. The streams of the white liquid clung to her hair and ran down her cheeks and dark, shapely breasts. Rapunzel laughed, clapping her hands together like a child who had learned a new trick. Then she returned her lips to the tip of the staff and began sucking in the last bursts from it.

The flabbergasted Gothel could not believe the thing she had witnessed. How had she brought forth so much sap when the Dame herself could only elicit three measly drops all afternoon?

"It truly is sweet, but it is also salty. But I do like the taste." Rapunzel ran her hands over her face and breasts, collecting as much of the delicacy as she could and licking it off of her sticky palms and creme-covered fingers. "Oh yes, I do enjoy it very much! Why did you not speak of this seasons ago?"

The lewd sight had quite unhinged Gothel's brain. Rapunzel had always been a daughter to her, a friend and confidante. She had never seen the beautiful woman that the girl had grown into. But after that wanton display of lechery, Dame Gothel's mind opened to all of the delicious possibilities. "You were not old enough, dear child," the Enchantress said mysteriously. "Only after eighteen summers can you do such a thing."

"Is that so? I find that rule strange and foolish, but if that be the way things are, then that is the way they must be."

"Just so," the Dame agreed. "Rapunzel, come here and share some of that sap with me, would you?"

Rapunzel, ever the good child, did not delay in granting the Sorceress' request. She approached the Dame and offered up her face, breasts and hands. Tentatively, the naked redhead drew the brown girl to her and placed her lips upon her forehead, kissing her gently. Gaining confidence, Gothel's long tongue swathed Rapunzel's face like a mother leopard preening her young's fur with her brush-like tongue. She licked at Rapunzel's face until it shone like fey-fire.

"Do you like its taste?" Rapunzel asked the older woman. "Have you had enough? If not there is more." Rapunzel pressed her breasts together lifting them up so her surrogate mother could reach them easier. Rapunzel's slight, well proportioned charms had no sag or wrinkles. The flesh looked as nice as an apple at the peak of ripeness. No bruise or blemish marred her perfect skin. Her areolas were a darker shade of brown, deep mahogany splotched on their backgrounds of hazel. Her nipples, long dark nubbins of walnut capped the firm mounds. The Dame's breath caught in her throat as Rapunzel offered herself freely to her.

"Are you sure, Rapunzel?"

"Of course. I am too tired right now to get more from Rowan, and I have had my fill for the nonce. Please, help yourself." She jiggled her breasts to punctuate the point. The Dame wasted no more time. She pressed her lips to the firm flesh, feeding upon them as she had the face earlier. Quite by accident, the Enchantress ran her pointy tongue over the tip of Rapunzel's nipple. The girl hissed, digging her toes into the spongy earth. Gothel released her as if she had just burst into flames.

"What is wrong, Rapunzel?" Gothel's whole form grew flushed, not only her cheeks. The rosy glow suffused her breasts, belly and ass.

"Nothing, Great Dame. Only, when your tongue brushed across my nipple just then, I felt a great stirring within me. Just like earlier, but more intense."

"Did that trouble you?"

"No. You surprised me, is all. Pray, continue."

Dame Gothel did not need much prompting to do what she already intended. She continued to work, carefully avoiding the nipples from this point onwards. When she finished cleaning the teats she kissed her daughter. Not as she had in the past, a chaste brushing of lips on the forehead. No, this time she claimed the child’s mouth. The Dame's tongue probed inside of Rapunzel's, lifting the startled girl's tongue well out of her mouth as it sucked it into her own. The Sorceress' tongue played over her teeth and the insides of her mouth as if searching for something.

"My thanks to you for the sap, sweet child. I retrieved the last bit of it from your mouth. I think it tastes best when taken from there."

The explanation calmed Rapunzel’s anxieties. The move, totally unannounced, had startled her and had made her feel quite uncomfortable. But the explanation that the Dame gave her made perfect sense. "In that case, the next time I tap Rowan for his sap I shall make sure I do not spill any, and you may take it from my mouth. How is that?"

"That would please me," Dame Gothel said. "Many thanks." The Enchantress turned away with the intention of returning to her little bungalow in the woods when Rapunzel shouted out a question.

"Gothel, why is it you get so little sap from Rowan and I so much?"

The sorceress ignored the question from her charge, instead turning upon her heel and making her way back home. The question disturbed her. Rapunzel’s skill had obviously surpassed her own. She would bear watching.

End of Act II

 

[Chicklet]

Oh My God!

Tate, I have to say that your way with words is amazing = ) I absolutely love the second act - I don't think that it needs any heating up (but then, look at how "cool" my own work is <wink>)

I'm going to be gone starting tomorrow = ( <sniff> but hopefully I'll have the computer moved, up, and running by some time next week and I can see the finished work!

I LOVE YOUR STORY! IT IS SUCH A GREAT TALE!

Chicklet


PS - The Frog Prince, again.

 

[Tatewaki]

Re: Oh My God!

PS - The Frog Prince, again.

Chick;

I wrote that one already, the cross between the Frog Prince and the Frog King. The only problem is that eighteen year old girls do not play with golden balls. I couldn't convincingly make that girl seem older than 12, no matter how I tried. When I did successfully age her, the whole "ball down the well" thing seemed like a bit of chicanery just so the story fit with the original fairy tale. (Which, I suppose it was!)

What I'll have to end up doing is fully deconstructing the folktale, identify its structure and key points, and build a new tale from the ground up, without paying much attention to the original storyline. Unlike Rapunzel, this would result in a story totally unrecognizable from its progenitor.

Would reading this still interest you?

Regards,

-T

 

[Tatewaki]

Re: Oh My God!

Tate, I have to say that your way with words is amazing = ) I absolutely love the second act - I don't think that it needs any heating up (but then, look at how "cool" my own work is <wink>)

I'm glad you like it. I'm writing Rapunzel with you in mind. It was your request, after all.

-T

 

[penguindance]

 

[Tatewaki]

Re: Oh My God!

I'm going to be gone starting tomorrow = ( <sniff> but hopefully I'll have the computer moved, up, and running by some time next week and I can see the finished work!

I hope your move is stress-free.

Act III is typed up and is in final edits. I changed most of the dialgue to introspective narrative or exposition. I think we've had enough of these people talking. That, and quite frankly the prince bores the ass off of me.

Another reason? I just finished watching Shrek (again!) with my friend's four year old. He asked me something along the lines of 'That princess is like a boy. Why does she like Shrek?'

Damn fine question! All of a sudden, my prince looked pretty crappy compared to a brazen, red haired princess, one who could compete with a lustful scarlet-tressed Enchantress. Who knows what mischief she could get up to with a 'Rowan Staff' strap-on? We all know how much Gothel and Rapunzel both like that particular toy ...

Might have to write two versions of Act III. Now that the lezzie trio thing has taken root in my sordid brain, it will not let go.

Cheerio!

-T

 

[Tatewaki]

Story Posting Update

Rapunzel: Act II is up. I hope you all like it.

-T

 

[Tatewaki]

Tate, you are very talented. I love to read your work.

Why, thank you!

-T

 

[MsLinnet]

any one got any more ideas on fairy tails that could be erotic

 

[Tatewaki]

any one got any more ideas on fairy tails that could be erotic

Assuming that your statement contained no typos, we could always make one entitled "Tinkerbell's Ass Swells." What are the other effects of Pixiedust upon mortals? Besides the power of flight, are there any long term side effects? Peter and Wendy find out the hard way when they OD on the golden powder and they shrink down to a size where Tinkerbell can finally take her revenge out on Wendy, and have Peter Pan all to herself.

Once reduced down to sprite-size, Petey-boy realizes for the first time how much junk Tink has in her trunk. The green-garbed one decides to go spelunking.

What's with the "Ass Swells" thing? Well, besides the play on the word 'tail,' anal is my thing. If I gotta write it, I'm gonna write about stuff I like!

Besides, I liked the rhyme.

-T

 

[MsLinnet]

Assuming that your statement contained no typos, we could always make one entitled "Tinkerbell's Ass Swells." What are the other effects of Pixiedust upon mortals? Besides the power of flight, are there any long term side effects? Peter and Wendy find out the hard way when they OD on the golden powder and they shrink down to a size where Tinkerbell can finally take her revenge out on Wendy, and have Peter Pan all to herself.

Once reduced down to sprite-size, Petey-boy realizes for the first time how much junk Tink has in her trunk. The green-garbed one decides to go spelunking.

What's with the "Ass Swells" thing? Well, besides the play on the word 'tail,' anal is my thing. If I gotta write it, I'm gonna write about stuff I like!

Besides, I liked the rhyme.

-T

You go for it

love Linnet

 

[Tatewaki]

You go for it

love Linnet

I've really no intention of doing so. I was responding to your request for more fairy tale ideas. I've many works in progress right now, including a request from Chicklet for the Frog Prince.

Linnet, were you truly interested in receiving some ideas, or were you just traipsing down the line, responding to each post on the board?

-T

 

[MsLinnet]

I like reading others ideas I dont always use and I was trying to get my name all the way down the threads. nothing better to do

 

[Tatewaki]

I like reading others ideas I dont always use and I was trying to get my name all the way down the threads. nothing better to do

Cool. I've done that before!

-T

 

[writer1037]

Tate,

Act II was great! I can't wait for Act III.

You seem to have things quite well in hand, so I hesitate to offer any suggestions ... but the thing that's always fascinated me about Rapunzel is her long hair and its sexual possibilities. She could wrap it around the tree branch when milking it in Act II, and/or she could use it to stimulate the prince. I even wonder if she could use it to tie the prince to a bed or a chair.

Taylor

 

[Tatewaki]

Tate,

Act II was great! I can't wait for Act III.

You seem to have things quite well in hand, so I hesitate to offer any suggestions ... but the thing that's always fascinated me about Rapunzel is her long hair and its sexual possibilities. She could wrap it around the tree branch when milking it in Act II, and/or she could use it to stimulate the prince. I even wonder if she could use it to tie the prince to a bed or a chair.

Taylor

I'm glad you like it. I have added hair-play in Act III, as per your request.

-T

 

[SpaceToast]

Personally, I think the Brave Little Tailor is an enjoyable character. Why not send him on another adventure? He is clever beyond all others. Is there anyone he met in his adventures that he couldn't find a way to fuck? Tricking her into it would be half the fun. Oh, I wouldn't picture anything mean; of course, the Brave Little Tailor only guns for people who deserve their own "Come-uppance."

Could be fun-

-M@

 

[Tatewaki]

Personally, I think the Brave Little Tailor is an enjoyable character. Why not send him on another adventure? He is clever beyond all others. Is there anyone he met in his adventures that he couldn't find a way to fuck? Tricking her into it would be half the fun. Oh, I wouldn't picture anything mean; of course, the Brave Little Tailor only guns for people who deserve their own "Come-uppance."

Could be fun-

-M@

Now THAT is a kick-ass Fairy Tale idea! Thanks for submitting, SpaceToast.

Looks like I have another Adult Fairy Tale to write after I'm done with Chicklet's Frog Prince.

Cheers!

-T