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THE FABLE OF SIN-SIN-CINDERELLA
BOOK ONE
THE SIN IN CINDERELLA
Angelica Hart and Zi
Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true. ~ Cinderella
PRELEWD
"Thank you. Thank you so much for everything." ~ Cinderella
The sweet chirp of sparrows and the hazy sheen of noonday sun filtering through new spring leaves seemed to follow the two plucky girls as they strolled along the forest path. Both had grace that eclipsed the elegance of a black swan or the grandeur of a white raven, each had voices as sweet and soulful as the hypnotic melody of a flute, the pair had curvaceous forms that had spellbound frog-Princes vying for love's true kiss, bewitched bears, and bedazzled dwarfs. These lasses had the yen, the urge, the craving, the hankering, and yes, those spirited hormonal urges that often beset those of never more a child yet not quite yet grown. A natural condition that was all the more fervent in this land of magic,enchantment, and well-honed oddity.
One beautiful maiden wore a damask gown of all white while the other wore a silk frock that was a brilliant red. Both dresses were hand-sewn but were of rough and scratchy workmanship. The girls just shy of wenchdom covered magnificent long slender legs with hose so colored to match their gowns held with lacy garters. If the wind blew strong enough to move their wrap-arounds the image presented beguiled any man that witnessed, for silk and lace and flesh teased. Still, the beauty of each of the lasses transfixed the humble adornments into gowns worthy of royalty and that being eclipsed by their raw carnality.
Snow-White asked as she plucked the petals from a posy, "Guy yet?"
"Nay. You?" asked Rose-Red, her ruby colored lips all the more red from suckling a freshly picked strawberry.
Snow-White sighed that oft heard sigh of the woebegone. "There is not a Prince Charming. There is not a Knight in shining armour on a white steed, or a dark steed, or a horse of a different color, for that matter. There is not even a nerd in mismatched khaki."
An understanding nod caused Rose-Red’s auburn silky locks to bounce quite attractively. "Been hanging with a bear. Hoping he turns out to be a Prince or something."
"Fat chance."
"He has a brother."
"Introduce me." Anxiousness plagued her tone and a brush of pink appeared on both cheeks.
Nearby mice flopped and tumbled together, rabbits peered out from bushes and twitched their noses at the passing to-be-Princesses as if wishing they, too, could participate in girl-chitter. "I hear that Sleeping Beauty is living with seven guys."
"Aye, what a tramp." Snow-White contemplated the idea, and then added wistfully, "Wish I was living with seven dwarfs. Maybe someday I can." She adjusted her bodice to display her pearly flesh just a rabbit hair outside the rim of propriety. It plumped out as if baby's butt cheeks.
"Have you touched one?" And everyone knows what one is referencing.
"Nay. You?" Noting the visiting Emperor riding by on an old steed in his new clothes, she hiked up her skirt and waved. He didn't notice. She pointed and remarked, "He has a nice one!"
"Would touch one...maybe...haven't...I heard they are burning hot...I might have to wear gloves."
They stopped, sat upon a bench that a flock of singing song birds hauled, using multi-colored ribbons as carriers, to a bend in the road just for the to-be-Princesses to sit upon. Song birds did that, you know, trying to outshine the mice who oft had worldly conversations with humans of fable and verse. Notice we have an inner species pseudo-sibling rivalry. That's small of them.
The girls, and we are referencing actual girls not the bosom buddies, stopped their twittering and faced each other, words coming fast and full of curious query. What might they say?
"Would you put one in your mouth?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"Nay. You?" said the other dismissively.
"If he made me do so."
"We are going to die old maids," she sighed with resignation.
"Have you given it up yet?" asked but she knew the answer.
"Nay. You?"
"Would like to do so but good girls don't."
"You should be more Cinderella. She'd do a mansion simply because the word begins with M-A-N."
"She puts the Sssss in slut." Giggled.
"Heard she's getting her kitty tickled by...."
"My katten wants to be tickled," she interrupted.
"You self-tickle." She slapped her sister on her tushie.
"Nay. You?"
"Would but I was told I'd go blind." The corner of her mouth rose.
"Do it until you need glasses." Her mouth reflected her sisters.
"You are so bad."
"Cinderella is so bad."
"She'll regret that. Princes and Knights want good girls."
"Good in the parlor and naughty in the boudoir's hammock."
"Can you be naughty?"
"Nay. You?"
"Cinderella could."
"She could also fake being goodie-goodie." There was a tint of anger that followed. It highlighted by apparent jealousy.
"But her reputation."
"Who'd challenge a Knight or Prince about their lady. Anyone who'd try would lose their heads."
"So are you saying that we should be more like Cinderella and practice every naughty skill we can?" She was keen on the possibilities but was quickly resolute in her sweetness persona.
"She's the compeTITion. Mary had a little Lamb or Mary-Mary aren't catching a Prince or Knight. But Cinderella could. She has eyes that could charm a Prince. Hair with charisma that could fluster a Knight. She's sylph as an angel. And, the kicker is, she got big hooters."
"She has owls?" Knowingly teasing.
"She wears short dresses."
"Ours are Princessy."
"She gets hands on her bum. Hands to slap away. Hands...hands...everywhere."
"Aye, she attracts fellas."
"We attract dwarfs, witches and bears."
"The bear has a biggie."
"Seen it?"
"Yep!"
"Introduce me to his brother."
"You are so Cinderella."
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