Thread: Fucked Up Fairy Tales (danidoo88 and Mr Quixotic)

The branches of the trees ripped at her face and arms as she sped through the dense wood in her attempt to flee her ho...her stepfathers home. Not hers any longer. Not after her mother died. Her dress caught and the sound of tearing fabric mingled with the terror inducing baying of hounds and lewd calls of her persurers chased her deeper into the forest than she had ever dared go before. They would catch her. Of course they would catch her. It was only a matter of time before her legs gave out and her will finally snapped. She would become Mrs. Goldie Forester, former stepdaughter and now wife of William Forester, one of the best huntsman this side of Grimmsdale. No No She would run...She had to run A cabin in the woods appeared before her and a kindly old woman threw open the door with as much force as someone so tiny and feeble could. Quick, my dear, you must hurry! The woman cried as she beckoned her inside with so much wild enthusiasm that Goldie worried that she might break something if she wasnt careful. Not wanting to cause such an upset as a dislocated shoulder or worse, Goldie veered toward the house and rushed inside, only relaxing when the woman slammed and latched the door with surprising force. Now, the old woman said, dusting her hands in a dismissing manner, lets get you warmed up and fed. Those nasty brutes out there wont come knocking on my door. It did give Goldie a moments pause to wonder why exactly that was but beggars could not be choosers and she did not have time to worry if this was one of the cannibalistic grannies you heard about in the peddlers tales. So, instead, she followed the old woman to her kitchen where she produced the most delicious bowl of porridge she had ever tasted. Oh my, Grandmother, this is delicious! She cooed in pleasure as she finished the entire bowl. Youre sweet, dear, now come. You look like youre dead on your feet. Lets get you tucked in for the night and well figure out what to do about those men in the morning. The Grandmother said, then chuckled at Goldies confused look. Well, you didnt think we would just let them run around out there thinking they could treat you like a rabbit, did you? You see, dear, Im a witch. More chuckling. Oh no, child, not a bad witch. Not like the stories. At least not to good little girls. No but those men might be sorry. Oh yes they might. Will you turn them into toads, Granny? Something like that. The old woman grinned a knowing grin and patted her back as she lead Goldie to her room. Lets just say that they wont be causing you any troubles anymore. She gave Goldie a reassuring kiss on the cheek and then began to leave the room. Sleep well, child and all will be well. She said with a pat on her foot. Then she patted more insistently. Out of bed, young lady. You have some explaining to do. Goldie groaned and rolled over in her sleep. But, Granny, you just tucked me in! She whined, then pulled the covers over her head. Wait...That hadnt sounded like any Granny she had ever heard. No, that voice had sounded distinctly male. Gods above, her stepfather had found her! Oh no! Oh no!! That hadnt sounded like her stepfather either though. Wincing, Goldie slowly brought the covers down and pried one eye open to look at whoever was in the room with her. Then she opened the other eye and blinked sleepily at the very large man staring accusingly at her from the foot of the bed. Oh he was definitely not her stepfather. She scanned him slowly as her brain tried, unsuccessfully, to catch up with what she was seeing. Hello, Grandma. She purred with a cheeky smirk before everything suddenly kicked in and her face morphed from a tired flirty expression to one of abject horror. She sat bolt upright. Oh Gods! This is...you live...Oh Gods! Her face flamed and she was certain that she was as red as a berry. Well this is certainly embarrassing. She said once she got past the initial awkwardness of knowing that she was in a mans bed. That is, until she looked down and realized that she was still in her torn wedding dress and some of the rips were in some rather scandalous places, even with the thin chemise underneath. Her face once again on fire, she pulled the cover back up to hide her chest and looked around for the tattered cloak. She spotted it a good distance away between the big man and Goldie blinked several times when she spotted the other two men. Stars and sprites and pixie bites! What had she gotten herself in to? Why were they all so huge? What did these men eat ? Well, besides porridge. Hopefully not poor innocent women that happened to stumble into their house looking for food and shelter. That would just be She put on a shaky smile and stood from the bed, wrapping the blanket around herself as she edged toward the cloak. Then she cleared her throat. My greatest apologies, good sirs She cleared her throat again. I was supposed to be visiting my sweet old granny and I seem to have gotten turned around. I...uh She looked at her covered but not forgotten state of dress. Was lost and was spooked by an owl of all things and...well, I wasnt really dressed for running in the woods like a madwoman so With as much speed as she could muster, she lunged forward, grabbed her cloak and then jumped out of an open window Straight into a thorny blackberry bush. Curses that could make a woodcutter blush filled the chilly fall air as Goldie quickly extricated herself from the demon plant and started for the woods. She was barefoot now and without her pack but she would have to make do until she could find another village. If she survived that long with those behemoths after her. If they cared enough to chase her at all.