Rapunzel (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales)

Rapunzel

(Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales #1)

By

Julie Law

Copyright ©2014

All Rights Reserved

There
was once a man and a woman who longed for a child. They prayed and begged God,
but it appeared that their wish of becoming parents would never come true.

It
all changed when they met the Enchantress.

They
had heard the woman was powerful in magic and in herbs. Feeling desperate, the
couple approached her and begged for her help.

The
Enchantress was a fickle woman, capable of great generosity and great
selfishness. When she heard the couple’s plead she was moved and consented to
help.

As
the months went by and she continuously prepared herbs and magical potions for
the couple, the Enchantress slowly fell in love with the husband. He loved her
back and, without his wife suspecting anything, they became lovers.

He
would spend the days with his wife, making love to her and trying to make her
conceive, and at night he would slink out of the house and find the Enchantress,
losing himself in her embrace.

Their
relationship lasted for months.

The
Enchantress knew she shouldn’t have seduced him, but she couldn’t help it. She
didn’t hate the woman, but she envied what the she had. She hated to smell his
wife in his skin when he came to her, she hated that he didn’t have the stamina
to fully satisfy her after spending the afternoon with her, and she hated
having to share him.

So
she gave him an ultimatum.

He
would have a week to leave his wife and go to live with the Enchantress. The
husband pleaded with her for more time, but she didn’t relent and he accepted
her offer and decided to end his matrimony.

The
week passed slowly, their routine uninterrupted, the husband enjoying his last
few days with his wife, knowing he would leave her before long.

Finally
the last day of the week came and he and the Enchantress went to confront his
wife. He had barely stepped inside his home when his wife rushed to him and
embraced him, laughing and smiling. When he questioned her why she was so happy
she replied she was pregnant, that their efforts had finally paid off and she
had a child inside of her.

The
husband laughed and embraced her back, holding her with all his strength, the
love that had been forgotten during the last few months suddenly rekindled. Husband
and wife laughed and danced and talked, always without noticing the woman by
the door, the one with a breaking heart.

A
sudden party was prepared and the joyous couple called all their neighbors and
friends, spreading the good news. The wife, happy and radiant, called the
Enchantress to her side and told everyone how without her help she wouldn’t
have been able to have a child.

The
Enchantress received the woman’s thanks and the gratitude of the couple’s
friends and family, all while feeling her heart die bit by bit, smiling while
she didn’t mean it, jealousy growing by leaps and bounds in her soul.

At
the end of the night she approached the husband and spoke to him. He kissed her
one last time and told her he would always love her, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t
abandon his wife, not when she carried his child.

The
Enchantress nodded and accepted his words, even as she seethed inside.

During
the next few days the Enchantress’ anger, envy and loneliness grew. Feeling fury
and despair, the woman decided to get her revenge upon the husband, and steeled
her heart. She prepared a magical potion and after completing it, she soaked a
rampion, a rapunzel as it was called in their land, in it.

She
took the plant with her and visited the couple, gifting the rampion to the
wife, saying that if she ate it the couple’s child would grow to be healthy and
strong. The wife embraced her heartily, thanking her for all she had done. A part
of the Enchantress’ mind shouted at her for deceiving the young wife, but her
desire for revenge won out and in the end she left without warning the woman
about her poisoned gift.

The
Enchantress disappeared for a few months after that. No one knew where she was,
or when she would come back. The couple returned to a semblance of a normal
life.

The
Enchantress returned the night the wife’s waters broke. She assumed the role of
the woman’s midwife and helped her give birth. The wife, husband and the
Enchantress were the only people inside the house when the new child came to
the world, a beautiful newborn, with a few tuffs of blond hair on her head.

There
was only one thing different about the child. She had been born with sexual
organs from both male and female, a hermaphrodite.

The
couple despaired as they saw that.

The
wife cried and the husband raged. They screamed and blamed each other for their
daughter’s differences, all the while the child cried in the Enchantress’ arms.

Finally
the Enchantress couldn’t help it anymore and she started laughing, making both
wife and husband stop and stare at her. When the wife questioned her why she
was so happy, the Enchantress replied.

The
Enchantress told the wife about the affair she had with the husband, she told her
about the fact that the husband had been coming to abandon the wife the night
the woman told him she was pregnant, and the Enchantress told them that their
child’s state was her curse, her final revenge for her abandonment and her last
gift to the couple.

Both
husband and wife raged at her, and at each other, the wife infuriated about the
affair, the husband aghast at the Enchantress’ revenge when he and his wife
were most happy.

Despite
their fury, neither of them made a move against the Enchantress; even in their
state of mind they knew she was more powerful than them, and there was nothing
they could do against the magic user.

So
they turned on each other.

The
wife shouted at her husband and expelled him from her house. He left saying he
didn’t want anything to have with such a harpy for a wife and with such a freak
as a child.

The
woman turned to the Enchantress and told her to leave, ordering her to take the
monster with her, before she immersed herself further into the home. The Enchantress
laughed at the turn the events took and felt sated, her fury abated by her
revenge’s outcome, happy for the first time in months.

Looking
at the child she held in her arms the Enchantress felt her heart stirring for
the first time since her lover had forsaken her, and she saw in the child a
face similar to hers and that of its father. Stroking the blonde hair, fine as
spun gold, so much like the Enchantress’ own hair, the woman smiled.

“My
revenge worked better than I hoped and I have you to thank for all of it …
little Rapunzel.”

*******

Rapunzel
grew hearty, hale and beautiful. She was the Enchantress’ joy and happiness,
capable of making the fickle woman smile at any time.

Rapunzel
had fine gold for hair, the blue oceans and skies as her eyes, and the more
succulent of red fruits as her lips. She smelled of flowers and the sea breeze,
even though she had never come close to the shore in her life. Her smile was
radiant like the sunlight and her pout capable of bending the most resolute of
men.

Wherever
Rapunzel and her mother went, people talked about the most beautiful girl in
the world, the one with gold for hair. Soon her fame spread all over the
kingdom, every village and town hoping to see the Enchantress and her beautiful
daughter.

Rapunzel
was seven when she and her mother arrived in a town at the northern regions of
the Kingdom.

As
always, whispers of them had found the town before they did, and when the
people saw them arrive they received Rapunzel and the Enchantress as best as
they could. Everyone wanted to see Rapunzel and to touch her hair, the one they
heard so much about.

The
Enchantress grew furious at their pretentions, tired of always being hounded
wherever she and her daughter traveled to, but she couldn’t forbid the people
from seeing Rapunzel, especially when her daughter hadn’t know anything but
adoration and adulation from the ones around her.

It
changed that night when a drunken old man, believing Rapunzel’s hair truly was
gold, tried to cut it away with a knife. Rapunzel cried and the Enchantress
fury was unleashed when she saw the man wielding a knife near her daughter’s
face. With a gesture she threw him into a wall, her will and magic making him
appear a puppet in her complete control.

He
babbled and tried to apologize, but the Enchantress’ anger wouldn’t be sated by
mere apologies. She threw him again and again, his body hitting the inn’s
walls, the crunching of his broken bones audible by everyone inside. No one
spoke, or moved, while the Enchantress punished the one who attacked her child.
Only Rapunzel made a sound, the young girl smiling and clapping at her mother,
not understanding the harm the older woman was doing to the old man.

No
one bothered them in the town after that, and after a few days, mother and
daughter left the place and never returned.

Yet
the incident remained clear in the Enchantress memory, the moment she had seen
the man attempting to harm her daughter, the moment she saw that knife so close
to her daughter’s throat etched into her mind, burned there by the fear she
felt when she saw it happen.

Fear
lead to jealousy, and while cautious the Enchantress couldn’t stop the people
from the next village from flocking to Rapunzel’s side, eager to see her.
Rapunzel appeared to have forgotten the incident that so unsettled her mother,
but the Enchantress started thinking and planning how she would make it so Rapunzel
remained hers and hers alone.

When
Rapunzel turned eight her mother imprisoned her in a tower. She didn’t call it
that, of course, she told her daughter that the tower would become their new
home and that they wouldn’t continue to roam all over the Kingdom.

At
first Rapunzel found it strange, she had known no other life since she had
born, but as the months passed she got used to it and loved it. Her mother
taught her to read and gave her books to entertain herself, her mother also
taught her to sew and while Rapunzel struggled at it she eagerly practiced.

They
had been living in the tower for four months when the Enchantress had to leave
for the first time. Rapunzel looked confusedly at her mother when she told her
she had to go, never having been apart from the elder woman.

The
Enchantress heart leaped at the face her daughter made when she explained she
had to go away for a few days, but she was practiced in resisting her
daughter’s pouts. She left the next morning at sunrise.

Rapunzel
found herself alone for the first time in her life.

Her
mother had left everything she needed to survive prepared, so she only had to
entertain herself until the older woman returned.

When
the Enchantress came back three days later, Rapunzel was there to embrace and welcome
her, proud at taking care of herself for the time.

The
next years continued in the same trend. Rapunzel learned everything her mother
taught her, from identifying herbs and magical reagents, to singing, to
cooking, every little bit of knowledge her mother wished to impart on her she
learned.

The
Enchantress continued leaving for her visits to neighboring villages, seeking
food, clothes and supplies for her and her daughter, never letting anyone find
out where she lived, and proudly watching her child grow.

Things
started to change between the Enchantress and her daughter a few days after
Rapunzel turned thirteen.

*******

Rapunzel
couldn’t say when exactly her relationship with her mother started souring.

It
had started slowly. She could remember that.

Rapunzel
was used to share everything with her mother, they read together, they cooked
together, they slept and bathe together, and suddenly things changed and the
Enchantress forced Rapunzel to manage for herself.

The
young girl didn’t understand why her mother was shying away from her, she just
knew it was happening and so she tried to hold tighter to the older woman. She
tried to spend more time with the Enchantress; she begged the other woman for
help in the most varied of tasks, even if Rapunzel had no problem finishing
them. She followed the older woman during the day, hoping for a chance to make
the other woman talk or smile, or even to see if she could help the older
woman.

The
Enchantress chafed at Rapunzel’s hounding and ignored her as much as she could,
until she couldn’t control her anger and, in a moment she would forever regret,
slapped the blonde girl.

Rapunzel
froze when that happened, and she let tears fall down her face, but she didn’t
sob or made a fuss. She cried silently for a few moments and then left, leaving
the Enchantress alone.