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  Rapunzel

  (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales #1)

  By

  Julie Law

  Copyright ©2014

  All Rights Reserved

  Rapunzel

  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 a
lways 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.

  From that moment forward Rapunzel was the one shying away from the Enchantress.

  Eventually the Enchantress would come to regret her actions, but at the time she had been pleased she had put an end to Rapunzel’s harassment, and became content in being alone for a while.

  Rapunzel wouldn’t forget the slap her mother had given her, and slowly her anger grew.

  She rebelled against her mother’s hold on her life.

  Where before she was a pampered and gentle child, she became unruly, rebellious, all of it because of her mother’s seemingly rejection. She became lonely.

  One day her mother had ordered Rapunzel to cut her hair. The blonde child ignored the older woman, and from that moment on she decided she would never cut her hair, it would be another way of rebelling.

  She then started hiding from the Enchantress and spent a great deal of her time wandering through the tower. It didn’t take long for Rapunzel to realize one truth that made her even wearier of her mother. She was a prisoner in her own house. There was only one exit from the tower and it was guarded by her mother’s spells, and only the Enchantress could open it. When her mother left it remained closed, and no matter what Rapunzel attempted it wouldn’t open.

  Because of that Rapunzel approached her mother and begged her to learn magic.

  The Enchantress’ gaze pierced Rapunzel, the woman looking at the girl from top to bottom. Rapunzel then saw something in her mother’s gaze, something she had started seeing some time before they started drifting apart, but she couldn’t say exactly what it was she saw, she just knew that look made her tremble and her heart beat faster.

  Then her mother shook her head and told Rapunzel she wouldn’t teach her what she wanted, she wouldn’t make it easier for Rapunzel to escape and leave her alone.

  Rapunzel raged at her mother until her voice became hoarse, asking, begging for a reason why she imprisoned, and why she couldn’t simply walk outside. The Enchantress remained still and didn’t reply, until Rapunzel slowly lost her strength and will to question why, and fled.

  The relationship between mother and daughter had frayed until just the barest touch of affection remained.

  The Enchantress started spending more and more time away from the tower, in some occasions spending more than a month without returning to her home. She loved Rapunzel, but she had no idea how to fix their relationship, and as such remained away, preferring to hide than to face the blonde child.

  Rapunzel enjoyed her solitude as much as she could, although every time her mother left she felt a tug at her heart. That tug returned whenever her mother took more than a week or two to return. It was a fear that she wouldn’t see the other woman ever again, and it made her feel lightheaded and without breath. Every time that happened she would only became at peace when she saw her mother return from the window of her bedroom.

  She didn’t show it when she greeted the other woman, always intent to show she was perfectly capable of living without the Enchantress. Her mother, one who once was capable of understanding her daughter – but no more – wouldn’t realize what truly lied behind her daughter’s façade, and would believe what Rapunzel tried to make appear as truth.

  The years passed with their behavior unchanged for the most part, mother and ado
pted daughter seemingly becoming as strangers to one another, barely speaking or seeing each other.

  It all changed again when the prince appeared, a few days after Rapunzel’s eighteenth anniversary.

  *******

  Rapunzel was brushing her incredibly long hair, the one she had let grow unimpeded for years, when she heard someone call for her.

  Curious – it hadn’t seemed like her mother’s voice – she leaned over her window and looked down, seeing a man she had never seen before at her tower’s entrance.

  The man grinned at her and recited a poem to her beauty. Rapunzel flushed, and smiled back at him, pleased by his words and his appearance. They talked, and smiled at each other.

  Rapunzel felt joy like she hadn’t in years, not since she was a child and still accompanied her mother in her wanderings.

  Her happiness waned when the beautiful man begged her to open the door to the tower. She had to tell him it was looked by her mother’s magic and she had no way to open it.

  The man looked pensive for a moment, but then his sight fell on the tower itself and he grinned, saying he was confident he could climb it. He started slowly, making sure his footing was secure, but soon enough he climbed most of the edifice, until he almost reached Rapunzel’s window and realized he wouldn’t be able to climb further.

  The beautiful blonde woman, seeing him so close but unable to come closer, looked around herself and tried to find something that would make it possible for him to come to her.

  Her sight fell on her own hair, the only thing that could possibly reach him. She grabbed her gold spun hair and threw it at him; he grabbed it and managed to finish the climb into her bedroom.

  Rapunzel watched him as he slowly beat the dust out of his clothes. It had been years since she had seen someone other than her mother up close, and she found him rather handsome.

  His hair was dark and short, his frame was bulky and strong and his eyes made Rapunzel flush and try to hide her face. When she did that, he touched her cheek and made her turn her sight back to him, smiling at her innocence and making her smile in turn.