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Snow White Chronicles
by Jack Rabbit (address withheld)

***

Snow White writes letter to Mother Goose telling of her 
erotic adventures with the seven dwarfs. This wasn't 
part of the original movie version. (M+/F, voy, orgy, 
1st, fantasy)

***

From Desk of Princess Snow White

Dear Mother Goose,

I'm not sure what you've heard about my time in hiding 
with the dwarfs. I look forward to reading the stories 
you are collecting. Since you've seen the painting and 
heard rumors, I may as well tell my side of the story.

You're familiar with my story, that the Queen ordered 
her huntsman to take me to the deep forest to kill me, 
cut out my heart, and bring it back to her. The 
huntsman had been my friend since I was a girl, so he 
couldn't do it. He explained she wanted me killed 
because of her insane jealousy about my looks. He told 
me to run away. 

He cut out a pig's heart to fool the Queen. Man, she 
was upset when her magic mirror told her she had been 
fooled. I didn't know it at the time. I did not 
understand, but I was scared, lost, and cast out. I ran 
and cried and ran some more. Somehow I ended up at the 
dwarfs little house, deep in the forest. 

Well, you know that official story, with the end of the 
story when the Queen tricked me with a poison apple. 
You've seen the movie where the dwarfs protected me 
until I could be rescued by the Prince. However, what 
was left out of the story was my time with dwarfs 
before the Queen came with the apple. I got to know the 
dwarfs quite intimately during those days.

We became friends. The dwarfs were on their best 
behavior for me, perfect gentlemen. While they worked 
mining jewels, I cleaned house and cooked. I enjoyed 
getting to know them. They all had their own special 
hobbies away from work. Doc likes to write poetry. He 
was the most educated. 

He told me a lot about the dwarfs living deep in the 
forest because town people would humiliate them because 
they were so little. Happy was an artist. There were 
paintings of the forest and the wild animals all over 
the house. Bashful whittled little wooden figurines. 
While I was there he made a figurine wood carving of 
me. Grumpy was the book keeper. Sneezy arranged 
flowers, although he was allergic, poor thing. He 
brought me a fresh bouquet every day. Sleepy liked to 
take naps anywhere, and Dopey was a harmless puppy, 
trying to help everyone, but mainly getting in their 
way. They all loved music, so in the evenings we made 
music and danced.

The first night they allowed me the use of their 
bedroom, letting me stretch across their seven small 
beds. I was so exhausted and confused that I fell 
asleep right away. In the morning, when I came down 
stairs, I found the seven sleeping on the floor, the 
benches, on a pile of blankets. I felt badly, having 
taken their beds for my own use. They were all so sweet 
to me. They began to stir, so I started cooking 
breakfast of potatoes and eggs. After getting dressed 
they were off to their mine. 

During the day I cleaned the house inside and out. I 
arranged a pile of blankets downstairs for me to use as 
a bed. I felt terrible about taking their beds. In the 
afternoon, I cooked a special venison stew using the 
foods I found in the food cellar. They enjoyed that. 
Too much. Dopey was back for seconds while I was still 
serving his brothers. He tripped over Grumpy. His bowl 
of stew went flying right at me. I was a mess. 

They all felt bad and wanted to do something. But what 
could they do? I had no change of clothes. I used a 
wash cloth to clean my dress, hugged Dopey. I told the 
dwarfs I would do laundry the next day. Doc gave me one 
of his full length nightgowns. Since the dwarfs are 
only three and a half feet tall, it didn't look like it 
would fit. 

I went upstairs and changed to the nightgown. It 
covered my body, barely, and was just a little snug, 
but I could use it. When I descended the stairs, I knew 
my lacy Princess underwear was visible, but what could 
I do. Seven pair of eyes were transfixed on me. They 
then all looked away to avoid staring. I blushed, 
tugged down on the hem. I smiled, and then told them I 
had baked an apple pie for desert. 

After eating, once again we made music for awhile. Then 
it was off to bed. I felt better that the little men 
had their own beds back. I stretched out on the 
makeshift bed of straw and blankets. This time I 
drifted to slumber more slowly. I was worrying about 
what was to happen to me. I felt guilty disrupting the 
lives of these little men, but had no idea where to go. 
I finally fell asleep. Some strange noise stirred me 
from my slumber. Was it the wind? I heard soft sounds 
of thumping coming from the stairwell. 

Without moving I slightly opened my eyes. Bashful was 
sitting on the stairs. His eyes were closed, his night 
shirt was raised to his belly, and his was rubbing 
himself. The moonlight through the window offered a 
glimpse of him holding his male member as it suddenly 
squirted across the stairs. I gasped slightly. His eyes 
opened. He looked worried. He wiped up what had 
squirted. He then slowly retreated back upstairs. I was 
fascinated. At the time I was totally naïve about 
gender differences and what they meant. 

While I was sleeping, I had kicked my blanket off, and 
the bottom of my nightgown had moved up to my waist. In 
the mirror across the room I saw my reflection. The 
lacy fabric of my snuggly fitted panties nearly glowed 
in the ebbing firelight, with the lips of my pubic 
mound prominently pressing out against the lace. 

I pulled the blanket back over me, and closed my eyes. 
I could distinguish multiple soft thumping sounds 
coming from upstairs. I briefly thought about the 
dwarfs massaging their little things. I was curious 
about what they felt like. I drifted back to sleep. 

In the morning I was a little embarrassed. I continued 
wearing the short nightgown during breakfast. My legs 
were bare to the hem of the nightgown, and anytime I 
stretched, my lacy panties were exposed. Glancing in 
the mirror, I noticed my nipples made little darts in 
the cloth. I pretended not to be aware, and the dwarfs 
pretended not to notice. 

It was awkward, but we managed. I didn't know it, but 
the little men decided that one of them would remain 
behind, positioned near the top of hill as lookout 
incase the Queen's men came to the forest. After the 
dwarfs marched off to work, I did the breakfast dishes, 
cleaned the floor, picked the food to cook for dinner, 
then set off for the pond underneath the waterfalls to 
do the laundry. I needed a bath. 
I laundered the clothes, and hung them to dry. I took 
off my gown and underwear, washed them, and put them on 
a low branch. I then enjoyed a cool, mountain shower 
under the falls. Outside under a sunny sky I felt funny 
soaping myself under the cool water. Goosebumps popped 
up on my arms, legs and chest. My little nipples stuck 
straight out like cherries on icecream. 

I thought about Bashful rubbing his manhood as I rubbed 
soap into my pink slit. The familiar pleasant sensation 
I had been accustomed to from cleaning myself there 
were much more intense under the cool waterfall. I did 
not relate it to gender differences. I just assumed I 
was ticklish in my pubic area. 

While I worked in the buff, I heard noises in the 
undergrowth. I was afraid it might be someone the Queen 
sent. I noticed Sleepy up the hill. His being there 
surprised me. He didn't say anything, but he certainly 
wasn't so sleepy. I pretended not to notice, but he was 
staring back at me. Like Bashful the night before, He 
was furiously rubbing his manhood. 

I wanted a closer look, but was embarrassed. I needed 
to finish my bath. I pretended not to know he was 
there. Within moments I heard a faint moan, and out of 
the corner of my eye, I watched a squirting coming from 
the member in his hand. I think he then noticed me 
watching. He blushed, and disappeared into the bushes. 

That evening all were pleased to have all of their 
laundry cleaned and pressed. After dinner, while the 
dwarfs settled in to their various crafts, Doc took me 
out to a hill where we could watch the sunset. The 
shifting of the orange and pink sky to a darker blue 
was always a magnificent sight. He told me we needed to 
talk. He said they were not used to having women 
around, that I was affecting them all in ways they 
didn't anticipate because I was a girl. 

I apologized, and asked what I could do to make things 
better. He then explained the facts of life, facts that 
I had not learned yet. It was a long conversation, but 
in essence he said that the presence a pretty princess 
in their home was filling their imaginations with 
curiosity and desire. He promised they would try to 
treat me like a lady and a friend as long as I had to 
stay. He explained the masturbation I had witnessed was 
a normal relief for men who had no way to satisfy their 
sexual urges.

When I went to sleep that evening, I made certain I was 
covered up to avoid creating more turmoil. Since my 
underwear was still drying outside, I had none under 
the nightgown, but was careful to cover up. I drifted 
off to sleep. I woke after midnight to the soft 
thumping sounds from upstairs. I had once again kicked 
off my blanket. The nightgown had drifted up my hips. 

The hairless pink lips of my slit were highlighted by 
the still lingering fireplace illumination. On the 
stairs Grumpy was handling himself as the others had 
done earlier, rubbing his manhood furiously. He glanced 
at me, mouth gaping. Once again a white liquid stream 
began spurting from between his legs. When I shifted, 
he silently gulped. He slipped back upstairs. 

I drifted back to sleep, worrying that I was innocently 
tormenting these poor little men. It wasn't fair that 
the desire I represented was so close to them, yet so 
distant. I told myself I would think about it. Once 
again I heard the soft thumping sounds from up the 
stairs. I wondered how it would feel to share myself 
with them. 

The next morning was Happy's turn for picket duty. He 
took his place up the hill as I did morning chores. 
While making their beds, I found an artwork against the 
wall next to his bunk. Picking it up, I found a 
charcoal sketch of my portrait. It was a great 
likeness. I thought about classical paintings and 
statues I used to see in the castle of female nudes. It 
gave me an idea. After finishing the chores, I went up 
the hill to talk to Happy. 

After a few minutes of conversation, I mentioned I saw 
his sketch of my portrait, an asked if he would like me 
to model for him. A little surprised, he smiled saying 
he would love to, that I was the prettiest thing he had 
ever seen. I looked at my feet, and said, "If you want 
to paint me in the nude, I would like that."

Happy got his paints and easel, and met me beside the 
waterfall. I tried to control my shyness as I slipped 
out of my dress, but blushed anyway. If seeing a woman 
was something they dreamed of, I felt a nude painting 
would give them something to remember me by. I had no 
idea how long I would be with them. I hung my clothes 
over a low branch while Happy set up. 

I seated myself on a rock beside the waterfall. Happy 
had me shift position to give him the best full frontal 
view as I sat. He sketched and painted. He put in the 
green trees and bushes, yellow flowers, chirping birds, 
and the white and blue waters. He was a master with the 
paint. 

I was a teenager when I was in the forest, so my 
developing breasts were small cones, and I did not yet 
have pubic hair. The cool wind made my dark pink 
nipples stick up like knobs on a dresser. I thought 
about Bashful and Grumpy and Sleepy, and what I thought 
I saw. I stared at Happy as he splashed paint on the 
canvas, and noticed he had a bulge in his pants as if 
there was a stick in his pocket. We talked about their 
precious gems mine and the forest and the wildflowers, 
avoiding discussion about his stimulation.

"Happy," I said while I held the pose, "I've been 
noticing the men when they watch me. When they think 
I'm not watching, they rub themselves between their 
legs until something squirts out." I felt excitement in 
my groin as my words came out. "Does seeing me like 
this make you want to rub yourself, too?"

Caught speechless, he nodded agreement. I then said, 
"Since I am posing naked for you to paint, could I 
watch you rub yourself?"

He blushed. He put his paints down. He turned the easel 
around. It was nearly finished except for the edges. 
"Do you like it?" He left it there to walk to me. As we 
talked about the painting, I watched this chubby, 
bearded, smiling dwarf remove his clothes. His body was 
like I expected, except for the gender differences I 
was unfamiliar with. His stiff manhood was like a thumb 
protruding between his legs. 

I gasped, looking at the bulbous head on the end of 
short rod. Standing in front of me, he started rubbing 
himself the way I had watched his brothers do. I asked 
if I could rub it for him. He held out his arms as an 
invitation for me to grab it. This was the first time I 
ever touched a man between his legs. He breathed 
erratically; his stiff little manhood throbbed in my 
hand. Grasping it with a thumb and forefinger wrapped 
around it, I slid the grip pressure up and down the 
little shaft, the way I had watched him. 

Suddenly, Happy moaned, arched his back. He began to 
erupt. A sticky white liquid squirted on my arm, leg, 
and belly. It sprayed like a loose hose, making a mess 
on his own legs. He dropped to his knees as the 
spurting liquid slowed to a pulsating dribble. 

"What was that?" I was amazed at what I saw. He smiled, 
chuckled about how naïve I was. He suggested we jump in 
the pond to clean up. I assumed that was all there was, 
but there was more. I washed him off, carefully 
cleaning his manhood. I then squatted for him to wash 
me. When I stood in front of him, he asked if he could 
touch my slit. I agreed. The height difference between 
us became evident. The top of his head came to my belly 
button. 

Holding on to my leg with one hand, he reached with the 
other to slip his fingers between the lips of my slit. 
His hand rubbing inside created a more intense sense of 
pleasure than I had ever known, especially his massage 
of the little bump I since learned was my clitoris. My 
knees were wobbly as he began rubbing me the way I had 
rubbed him moments earlier. I could feel a warm, wet, 
slippery sensations building between my legs. 

Holding his head with my hands, my hips seemed to 
rotate on their own, pushing towards his exploring 
fingers. Waves of pleasurable sensations surged through 
my body as he continued, leading to a burst of moist 
liquid erupting from within my own hips. Finally, it 
subsided, and I collapsed backwards into the water. 
With that, I looked at the sun, realizing the other 
dwarfs would be returning soon. 

"Perhaps, we should do this later."

We cleaned up and got ourselves dressed. While I 
returned to the cottage to prepare dinner, Happy 
remained behind to finish his painting. I had never 
realized how much pleasure a girl could get by allowing 
a man to touch her there. Residual waves of internal 
erotic sensations continued while I cooked. 

When the other dwarfs returned I was ready with a baked 
fish and vegetables. They enjoyed the food. After 
dinner they talked about what they accomplished at the 
mine, at least until they saw the painting. There was a 
sudden silence as they stared at me and Happy. Happy 
was silent, not sure what to say. I blushed. Maybe 
posing for Happy wasn't the right thing to do. 

I explained that Happy's painting was my gift to them. 
They reacted strangely, as if I had done something 
wrong. I started feeling badly, and began crying. I 
explained that I was somewhat afraid to be undressed, 
but felt I wanted to do something special for them. I 
hoped to make them happy. They each said they liked the 
painting, and in turn, each gave me a hug. 

Doc then asked me to talk to him alone. Once again just 
the two of us watched the sunset. Surprised by the 
painting, he asked why I did it. I explained what I had 
seen, that if he and the other dwarfs got pleasure 
seeing a girl naked, it was something I could do for 
all their kindness. Doc laughed, then took off his 
glasses to clean them with his shirt tail. 

He gave me a long philosophical discussion about the 
birds and the bees, about natural sensual feelings that 
we all have. He told that they had been isolated in the 
forest for twenty years with no contact with women. 
Getting aroused was as natural for men seeing a pretty 
girl as was getting a special hunger when seeing a 
chocolate cake. You can go for months without thinking 
of deserts, but to discuss it, or have one in front of 
you triggers the taste buds to desire chocolate. Sexual 
arousal in men works much the same way.

It was a surprising revelation to me. No one had told 
me about these things. Men at the palace were always 
friendly, but no one explained things the way Doc did. 
Finally, we quietly watched the sun disappear behind 
the horizon. I told him I didn't know what to do. I was 
fascinated with the effect I had on the men, and 
curious about the sensations that they could generate 
in me. I was confused. I knew I should protect my 
purity, but didn't want to torment the dwarfs by being 
a distraction in their home.

Back in the cottage, the other six anxiously were 
waiting to hear what we had discussed. They were afraid 
I would decide to leave. Doc poured himself a mug of 
beer, looked at Happy's new painting, and then 
announced that he was going to do a medical examination 
of the Princess. They were all invited to watch. All 
eyes were on Snow White. Almost on que, a bulge 
appeared in front of each of their trousers.

I averted my eyes, then asked if they would help me 
undress. Grumpy cleared his throat, mumbling this was 
going to cause trouble. As Doc reached for his bag of 
medical tools, I began undressing myself. Slowly, I 
unfastened the hooks my bodice, then let it drop. Dopey 
stepped forward, picked it up, folded it, and placing 
it on a chair. 

I pulled the blouse over my head, exposing my petite 
breasts. I handed the blouse to Dopey. I felt a 
tingling of my pink nipples as once again they hardened 
at the thought of how naughty I was being. I blushed a 
little, as I glanced at the men. Except for Grumpy, all 
stared wide eyed at my chest. Doc putting a stethoscope 
to his ears, asked me to sit. The cool feel of the 
instrument against my left breast caused goose bumps to 
appear. 

After listening for several seconds, Doc mumbled 
something about a quickened, but good heart rate. He 
let the instrument drop. He put a hand to the nap of my 
neck. His fingers then slid down my chest to the 
breast, where he gently groped the conical protrusion, 
rubbing his fingers to an erect nipple. An unfamiliar 
sense of pleasure pulsated from the nipple. My mouth 
briefly opened as I squirmed a little. 

Sneezy dropped his pants to the floor. Holding his 
stiff little manhood , he stroked himself rapidly. 
Dopey and Sleepy followed his example, also stepped out 
of their pants, giving me full view of their pulsating 
erections. 

Doc had me stand, so that I could put my thumbs in my 
waist band and drop my skirt from my waist. The skirt 
fell to the floor exposing my lacy panties. I stepped 
out of the skirt. I remained standing with my hands 
stretched to the sides, allowing his hands to examine 
my legs. Squeezing each of my legs, his hands 
progressed up from the calf, over the knee, and up the 
thigh. I held my breath when the thumb pushed against 
the panty covered pubic mound. 

I smiled watching both Sneezy and Dopey squirting a 
sticky white liquid from their erections. The other 
dwarfs ignored their brothers, transfixed on watching 
the examination and me without my dress. With both 
hands, Doc reached to the hem of my lacy panties, and 
oh so slowly, pulled it from my hips and down my legs 
to the floor. A pulsating erotic sensation flowed from 
surged from my groin when Doc slid two fingers between 
the folds of the slit. 

Like the other dwarfs, his pants displayed a stiff 
protrusion. He avoided touching himself as he 
continued. He had me lay back on my bed. Spreading my 
legs, he used his thumbs to spread open the slit, 
exposing the glistening petals within. He muttered, "I 
see your hyman remains intact."

"What's a hyman?" I did not know what that was. I shook 
with the waves of erotic pleasure his touch was 
causing. He rubbed the clit between the fold, then 
pushed a finger slowly into the opening, pushing 
slightly against the internal membrane. I felt a 
wetness building. I smiled at the pleasure, blushed a 
little about knowing I shouldn't really be doing this. 
I smiled at the other dwarfs.

"Grumpy," Doc looked over his shoulder. "Could you help 
with this examination?"

Standing across the room with his arms crossed, he eyed 
my nakedness. He was aroused, but unwilling to smile. 
He did not move until Sleepy volunteered to help. With 
that, he stepped forward, and set himself beside me. My 
slit was quivering and wet. I felt a pulsating arousal 
as Grumpy reached out to rub the wetness with his 
fingers, tickled the clitoris. He began rubbing my 
groin vigorously. I exploded with sensations I had 
never known. 

I closed my eyes, arched my back, pushing up toward his 
fingers. He continued rubbing me. Those sensation 
subsided, I reached over to pull his pants down, 
exposing his throbbing little male protrusion. Using my 
thumb and forefinger, I took hold of the erection. 
Slowly I pumped up and down the shaft, as I had done 
earlier for Happy. Within moments, the sticky white 
fluid began pulsating from him, splattering over my arm 
and leg. At Doc's hand signals, Grumpy withdrew from me 
to allow his brothers equal opportunity.

I briefly calmed down from that. Then, each dwarf took 
his turn to step forward and touch me. Dopey, naked 
below the waist, snuggled beside me. He had a jar of 
strawberry jam with him. Taking a little of the jam on 
his fingers, he applied it to my nipples. My nipples 
and their surrounding aurora once more hardened with 
his touch, pushing up from my petite, conical breasts. 
Dopey held me by the ribs while licking my nipples 
clean. At the same time I reached around and massaged 
his rump. 

These different arousal sensations made my insides 
quiver. Liquid warmth oozed from my slit, permeating 
the air with a musky odor. Moments later, Dopey nibbled 
more forcefully on the nipple just as he began spurting 
his ejaculate against my side. I kissed his forehead. 
He stepped back to allow space for the next dwarf.

 Sleepy, wide awake, asked if he could try to enter me. 

I was wary. I did not want to risk starting a baby. The 
continuing waves of sensual excitement persuaded me to 
allow him on top of me. With my knees up and legs 
splayed, he took hold of my thighs, and pushed his 
small erection into my slit. He slowly began pumping 
his hips into me as far as he could go. It felt like 
Doc's exploratory fingers, except that the mashing of 
his hips against the lips of my vulva triggered a new 
variation of the pleasures I was experiencing. I felt a 
sense of pain when I thought he hit bottom. 

I started to mumble that was as far as he could 
penetrate, but he wasn't listening. He withdrew a 
little, then pushed forward gently, penetrating through 
the blockage. There was a shot of pain, but it rapidly 
dissipated, evolving into wonderful waves of sensual 
pleasures. I later learned Sleepy had broken my hyman. 
It combined with the unfamiliar erotic pleasure. 

When I squealed, Doc explained what was happening. 
Sleepy slowed a little to avoid hurting me, but by then 
I did not want him to stop. I reached to his rump, 
holding tightly, and pushed up with my hips. The pain 
had evaporated. I allowed Sleepy to pull back, and pump 
in more. Before long I was surging with climatic 
pleasures once more. I could sense a liquid surging 
from him as I clamped down with feminine muscles I 
didn't know I had. I whispered to Sleepy to allow 
others a turn with me, so he reluctantly pulled out of 
my soaking wet slit.

I urged Bashful to come to me next. He was too 
frustrated to look in my face. I offered to turn 
around. Getting on my hands and knees, I enjoyed an 
even different sensation as he kissed the cheeks of my 
bottom, moved his hand between my legs, and massaged 
inside my slit from a different angle. He needed a 
stool, but he got over his shyness. Holding to my hips, 
he penetrated the folds of my slit as far as he could 
go. Once more I felt the surge of liquid squirting 
inside. I gasped with excitement, wishing he could go 
deeper than was physically possible. Finally, he was 
spent. He withdrew. 

I was beginning to feel sore, tired, sensual spent, and 
wary. But, I couldn't stop yet. Sneezy had not yet had 
an opportunity to explore me. He mumbled that he would 
like to taste me down there. I was a surprised. There 
was so much sticky fluids there. I offered to clean up 
first. He did not want to wait. I sat up, took his face 
in my hands, and kissed his cheek. He kissed my cheek, 
then my neck. 

The arousal sensations tingled all through me again. He 
kissed my breasts, slowing to nibble on my nipples, 
licking off what still remained of Dopey's strawberry 
jamb. He sneezed. The surprise sent a new sensual shock 
through my body. He moved his head down to my stomach 
and sneezed again. He leaned his head back, rubbed his 
nose, then buried his face between my legs. That was 
great. He started licking the fluids from my clitoris, 
then once again he sneezed. I exploded with sensation, 
and a new flow of warm wetness erupted from within me. 

I didn't feel that I could do anymore, and mentioned 
that. We got up, went out with torches to the pool 
under the waterfall, and took a group bath. I cleaned 
each dwarf with soap and wash cloth, allowing each to 
clean me. We returned to the cottage, dressed in our 
night clothes, and went to bed. 

I lay there thinking. I was happy with the pleasures I 
had experienced. I felt guilty for having given up my 
purity so frivolously. I thought about the Queen's 
determination to have me killed because of her vanity 
jealousy. Mostly I thought about the new experiences of 
multiple sexual arousals. I felt all warm inside. As I 
started drifting into slumber, once again I heard the 
thumping from upstairs. I smiled, rolled on the pillow, 
and fell asleep. 

The next day was Sleepy's turn to watch over me. I 
busied myself baking bread, preparing a roast for that 
evening, and cleaning the cottage. Although I felt sore 
in my groin from the multiple penetrations the night 
before, I felt happy. I sang and danced as I worked. I 
knew I would love staying with these little men. I was 
thinking about taking lunch up to Sleepy to play a 
little more. My lacy, royal panties got wet just from 
anticipation of what we might do together. I thought of 
him laying in the grass as I stroked his member into a 
new eruption. 

The thought of watching the squirting white liquid 
squirting high like a fountain was stimulating my 
curiosity. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pitiful looking 
old hag appeared in the window. I figured she lived in 
the forest, a neighbor of the dwarfs. She asked if I 
would like to buy some apples. An apple pie would be 
nice. She offered me one to taste. I tasted it. 

There was a sharp pain in my tummy. Everything went 
blank. 

I woke slowly. I was outdoors looking up at a blue sky 
with scattered fluffy little clouds. I heard birds 
singing. I was disoriented, not knowing where I was or 
what had happened. I was laying in a bed the dwarfs had 
constructed to protect me. Then I saw the Prince. I 
remember seeing him years earlier, when my father was 
alive. 

The Prince was from another kingdom, but he 
occasionally came for a visit. We had been friends 
then. He was handsome, kindly, charming, courageous, 
and with a sense of adventure and humor. As a girl I 
fell in love with him. That was years ago. He stared 
down at me with his bright eyes. He smiled. I blushed. 
Was I dressed? I felt the sides of my dress with my 
hands. 

I sat up. The seven dwarfs stood beside him, each 
smiling, staring back at me, applauding. I was 
confused. The Prince explained. The old hag with the 
apple was the Queen in disguise. She came to bring me a 
poison apple. The dwarfs found me too late, but went 
after the old hag, driving her up a steep cliff. There 
she fell in the rocks and was killed. 

Returning to the cottage they found me alive, but in a 
coma. They built an elaborate outdoor bed with a glass 
canopy to lay me on, and there they kept me warm, dry, 
and safe for weeks. Doc sent word out in search of 
antidotes to the poison. The Prince, convinced I was 
his one true love, had been searching for me since I 
disappeared from the palace. When he found me, he 
kissed me tenderly. That kiss broke the spell of the 
poison apple. 

Looking into his eyes, I knew I loved him as I had as a 
girl. I thought about being a Princess once more with 
him at my side. I thought about what I had learned 
about sensual arousal with the seven dwarfs. I looked 
at the dwarfs. I would go with the Prince, but I would 
miss them. I kissed each of the seven. I winked at 
each, then joined the Prince on his steed, and rode 
away as they waved a tearful farewell.

The lords and ladies of my father's castle were happy 
to see me again. They were especially overjoyed that 
the wicked Queen would never be back. As the sole 
surviving heir to the royal family, I automatically 
became the sovereign ruler of the kingdom. I was not 
prepared to rule, but with the help of the palace staff 
that missed my father, I managed. They all urged me to 
wed the Prince, so that his kingdom could join with 
mine, making a much larger land ruled by popular 
leaders

I did not forget the dwarfs. They were my special 
guests at our wedding. Starting on the wedding night, 
the Prince and I enjoyed getting excited as we played 
with each other. As time went by I thought about the 
dwarfs, and the happiness I gave them that they could 
find no more. We would write letters. I often pondered 
the fun we had exploring each other. 

Finally, I confided in my hand maiden, Samantha, about 
my wish to find girls willing to offer sexual happiness 
to my friends, the seven dwarfs. She knew of three 
pretty midget sisters running a small bakery. They 
never wed because of most men did not want wives as 
small as children. Samantha told me they were lonely, 
and might accept the challenge of entertaining the 
dwarfs. 

The petite young women were about the same height as 
the dwarfs, with slender child-like bodies. They agreed 
to Samantha's suggestion to entertain the dwarfs at my 
request. Loaded down with cakes and pastries, Samantha 
left the palace with the midget women for a three day 
jaunt into the forest. When she returned, she took me 
aside to tell me the little women would be staying with 
the dwarfs. 

She grinned, "Doc and I will meet again next week, if 
you allow me to go away again." She winked, "I love 
that painting of you hanging in their bedroom."

I don't think anyone ever told the Prince this part of 
the story. One of these days I will. But, this is my 
version of what happened during my time with the 
dwarfs. 

Fondest Regards
Princess Snow White

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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