103 Snow White and the 7 Pervs

The rent was cheap.

She eagerly set up her room in the 8-bedroom cottage. One by one, each knocked on her door.

Sleazy was first. "Say, Snow White, I couldn't help but notice y0ur snow white skin. Now everyone needs a spongebath from time to time. If you need one, if you're dirty--anywhere at all--please tiptoe to my room. I've lots of experience with dirty girls."

"Like if I fall into manure?"

Sleazy reconsidered, to his sleazy little self. "Bring your own sponge?"

Next came Naughty. "Say, I couldn't help but notice your flawless, enchanting beauty. Fairest in the land, right?"

"Who's asking?"

"I'm asking! Look, if you need anything--anything at all--just tiptoe to ol' Naughty's room. I'm ready to help, if you catch my drift."

"You mean, like needing some milk."

"No!" he answered curtly, slamming her door.

Horny was next. "Say, Snow White, couldn't help but notice your lips--rose red. I'm all about lips." He raised an eyebrow.

She rolled her lips in, embarrassed, "Don't look at my canker sores!"

"I'll check back in a week," Horny said.

Next, Lusty peaked in. "Say, I couldn't help but notice your ebony-black hair." He came close to her and slid his shiny boot between her heals. "Yep, carpet matches the drapes."

"Silly, we have no carpet."

"Neither do I. I keep a very clean floor." He winked at her and departed.

Frisky came. "I couldn't help but notice your generous smile. When you think your smile can't get any wider, come see me," he offered.

Kinky came next. "I know how lonely it can get with all men. If you hear strange rhythmic noises coming from my room, feel free to come and assist me."

"Brushing your boots?" she asked.

"Interesting metaphor," he answered.

Last, Pervy stuck his head in.

"Say, Snow white, I couldn't help but notice those over-the-shoulder boulders. Your childbearin' hips a'twichin'. Your alternating buttocks a'shuckin' and a'jiving. And your mouth, puckered, like on that large wooden doll Geppetto made that I stole from Pinocchio. Go ahead, tell me a lie and see what grows. Let's just do this!"

That night, she repeatedly lied to the only perv who told her the truth.

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Author's Notes:

This was written for L.C. Schäfer's unofficial challenge ("Fucked Up Fairytales")

Word count (without Author's Notes): 366

It also serves as my submission for Friday, April 12: Day #103 of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge.

All pictures are AI-generated, but my perversions are not!

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