Cinderella (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales)

Cinderella

(Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales)

By

Julie Law

Copyright ©2014

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Cinderella

Cinderella
believed she had a very happy childhood.

She
remembered her mother’s laugh as they ran through their mansion’s gardens,
playing; she remembered her father’s lips twitch as he saw the two of them
together, smiling at the women he loved most in the world.

Cinderella could recall a hundred memories of laughter,
happiness and joy.

There
were also some dark memories that would never leave her.

She
would never forget the day her mother died.

Her
father had looked devastated barely holding himself upright, his eyes red from
tears.

Cinderella
had been seven years old.

More
than two hundred persons came to the funeral, most of them sporting a dark
semblance, having come to say goodbye to one of the gentlest and more
charitable persons of their small community.

Cinderella’s
family was one of the richest of the region, her father a very wealthy
merchant. Many people had knocked at their door begging for help, food, or
simply a blanket.

Cinderella’s
mother had never refused anyone and provided them with whatever she could.

The
people would smile at her, singing her praises and never forget her charity. A
great deal of the guests were persons who Cinderella’s mother helped, the
others people that had come to say goodbye to the brightest soul they had ever
met.

The
years after her mother’s death weren’t easy.

Cinderella
spent a lot of time alone, as her father grieved and took care of his business,
often travelling away from home.

One
of the few occasions where they mourned together was when she asked him for the
first twig he found on his way out of the house. He brought her a hazel tree
twig and, together, the two of them planted it besides her mother’s grave.

Slowly,
the years went on and their hearts mended. 

A
more contained happiness returned to their home, their lives progressed and
Cinderella slowly grew into a beautiful blonde girl.

She
was eighteen when she realized her father was courting another woman.

At
first she was surprised, her father had never truly forgotten her mother, and
she had never considered the fact he might want to marry once again.

But
then, after seeing how happy he became in the few short months of his new
relationship, she understood he needed something more in his life and she did
what she could to show she was happy for him.

Her
father married a few months later.

For
a while everything was perfect. Cinderella felt she had a family now, never
being completely alone when her father travelled. She had her stepmother and
her older stepsisters.

That
happiness didn’t last long.

Cinderella’s
relationship with her stepmother deteriorated without the girl understanding
why it happened.

At
first they got along perfectly well. There was some awkwardness and
strangeness, but nothing a few weeks of coexistence wouldn’t solve.

Then
things changed.

Cinderella
caught her father and stepmother discussing several times, almost fighting, and
the older woman started looking askance at her. Once, Cinderella even heard the
woman calling her unnatural under her breath.

Cinderella
was hurt and confused.

She
had done nothing wrong to the woman, behaved as she always did and yet, for
some reason, her stepmother started being cold to her, ignoring her most of the
time, being outright mean in some occasions.

Her
father would only smile sadly when Cinderella asked about it, saying that her
stepmother didn’t hate her, trying to convince his daughter of a truth he knew
was not real.

Cinderella
saw through his attempts, but chose to make it as if she believed him, and
sooner or later would she question him again, hoping he would tell her the true
reason of her stepmother’s dislike.

Cinderella’s
stepsisters followed their mother’s lead, but while similar in appearance they
were completely different in temperaments.

Elsa
was adopted, daughter of one of Cinderella’s stepmother’s dead friends. She
would ignore the younger girl, behaving as if the she didn’t exist, rarely
speaking to her and going out of her way to not cross Cinderella’s path.

Elena,
believing Cinderella had done something to make her mother cross, made her best
to make Cinderella’s life a leaving hell. She would prank the younger girl,
steal her clothes and sometimes lead wild animals into Cinderella’s room.

Cinderella
complained to her father, but it didn’t change anything.

He
talked to Elena, but the wildest of Cinderella’s stepsisters was stubborn and
would sooner or later return to her harassment.

Slowly,
Cinderella saw herself becoming a pariah in her own house.

While
her father was away, her stepmother was in control of the household.

The
woman tried to curtail Cinderella’s interactions with the outside world, making
her spend most of the day in her bedroom when there were guests, and forbidding
her daughters from speaking to Cinderella.

Slowly,
despair took hold of Cinderella.

Only
when her father started speaking about arranging some suitors for her
stepsisters did Cinderella see her salvation.

If
Elsa and Elena married, they would leave and Cinderella might get some of her
freedom back.

The
days would be easier to bear if her stepmother was her only family remaining
inside the house.

Or
maybe, in a few months, she would be the one to be wedded. Then Cinderella
would have a house of her own, with a husband and a child, and she wouldn’t
have to deal with her stepfamily anymore.

Hesitantly,
one day during dinner, Cinderella questioned her father about a suitor for
herself.

He
reddened and started breathing hard, looking as if he had choked on his food.
Cinderella’s stepmother glared at her, and the girl deflated, resigning herself
to talk about the matter later.

Elena,
who was incredibly observant of the world around her, and capable of reading
Cinderella like a book, knew the girl wasn’t happy about her father’s lack of
response and mercilessly teased her younger stepsister.

Cinderella
endured Elena’s barbed tongue with decorum, knowing if everything went
according to plan she wouldn’t have to deal with the girl for long.

But
the worst happened.

Cinderella’s
father returned home from a trip, in the middle of a night of winter, with a
cough and by the next morning he was running a fever. Cinderella and her
stepmother fussed around him, but he argued that he would be fine.

He
didn’t improve.

Later
that day they called for the local physician, who came to them and did all he
could.

Yet
her father worsened.

For
weeks he lingered, barely breathing and sweating, until finally his body didn’t
resist and he expired, leaving Cinderella alone in a house where she felt she
had no one to love her.

*******

Life
changed for the worst after Cinderella’s father died. Without him their
business became ruined, without someone with the necessary skills to administer
it.

The
people who owed them money disappeared, Cinderella’s father the only one who
knew who they were and how much they owed. Creditors appeared from all around
them, demanding their coin, friends and allies turned their backs on the ruined
family.

The
older girls’ suitors refused to marry them; Cinderella’s family didn’t have the
means to pay a dowry and the girls saw their future prospects become bleak.

Cinderella’s
stepmother did all she could to stop their family’s descent.

She
fired the household staff and sold everything of value in the house, but it
only allowed them to pay for some of the smallest debts and find some time to
pay for the biggest ones.

The
woman thought about selling the mansion, but then they wouldn’t have a place to
live and it wouldn’t pay their debts in full.

Cinderella
saw herself forced into the role of the servant of the house.

Cinderella’s
stepsisters did little to contribute, their mother preferring to burden the
younger girl and leave her daughters in peace.

Now
that there were no maids or butlers, Cinderella was the one that cleaned and
cooked, chopped wood, and sewed.

Her
stepmother spent most of her time out in the village or the town, trying to
find some way to arrange the money they needed to pay their debts and return to
their former life.

Elsa
did help a little in the household by taking care of the mansion’s gardens. The
girl had always been one to love nature; taking care of plants and flowers was
a pleasure for her.

Elena
spent her days in her study, painting away her sorrows, and mostly making
Cinderella’s work harder with the amount of paint she got on her clothes.

Cinderella’s
life became a living hell.

She
had no rest, no day off. Her mother had always told her to be a good girl and
obey, but she couldn’t help but think of running away, of leaving her house and
never come back.

Her
anger grew as she thought about how her stepmother made her do all the work,
leaving her daughters mostly untouched by the misery that had befallen them.

She
couldn’t understand why her stepmother stopped Elsa from working. Like
Cinderella, Elsa wasn’t the woman’s true daughter, being adopted, but it seemed
Cinderella’s stepmother only wanted to punish Cinderella and was quite capable
of loving someone who wasn’t her daughter.

Cinderella
became depressed, listless, without knowing what to do.

She
couldn’t help but think on her life, wanting to lose herself on her thoughts
and dreams.

She
wished she could return to what was before, but she knew it was impossible.

Cinderella’s
sadness grew to the point she considered finishing her own life, but then it
all changed.

And
it was because of Elena.

*******

Cinderella
had to, very reluctantly, admit her stepsisters were beautiful.

The
looked almost like twins, with long brown curly hair, tanned skin and shapely
curves. Their eyes were like almonds and their lips to die for.

Cinderella
considered herself pretty, with her straight blonde hair and her blue eyes, but
she couldn’t help but think her stepsisters were more attractive than she was.
She didn’t let the thought bother her very much.

Yet
her stepsisters weren’t only attractive, they were also intelligent and artsy.

Their
tastes were very different, almost as much as their temperaments.

Elsa
was shy, withdrawn and gentle.

She
loved to spend her days taking care of the house’s gardens making the most
beautiful flowers bloom without effort. She also liked poetry, both to read and
write, and music, being capable of playing several different instruments, from
simple flutes to harps.

Cinderella
loved hearing Elsa play; the girl would unwind while her music flowed out of
her, making her appear as if she was some outworldly being that came to the
Earth to grace them with her presence.

Then
the music would end, and Elsa’s timidity would flare again and she would hide
in her own skin.

Elena
was very different.

She
was wild, outgoing, playful, cruel, vengeful, easy to anger, adventurous,
sensuous. There were many more words Cinderella could use to describe Elena,
not all of them good.

While
Elsa would spread her love of art over a dozen subjects, Elena focused
exclusively on painting.

She
could depict the most realistic of landscapes and imagine the most strange of
architectures. She could dream of the most beautiful things, and then she would
combine them all into a painting.

Cinderella
loved her Elena’s work, even if most of time she couldn’t abide the other girl.
There was something so primal, so unguarded about Elena’s art that Cinderella
couldn’t help but being touched by it.

The
events that happened when Elena caught Cinderella admiring one of her paintings
were what started to change Cinderella’s life for good.

The
younger girl had never told Elena she loved her paintings, she felt Elena was
arrogant enough and didn’t need the ego boost.

So
when Elena caught Cinderella, standing in the middle of her study looking
intently at her work, she bristled, fearing the girl was there to vandalize her
work. She screamed at Cinderella and accused her.