Once upon a time, there was a king and a queen who lived in a beautiful castle with a big court of aristocrats, and hundreds of loyal servants. The king and the queen were intelligent and beautiful, kind and fair, loved by their people, very, very rich, and had everything one could wish for. Except for one thing – they didn't have any children. And how they longed for a child!
One day, they were out walking in their beautiful garden, and sat down next to a pond to enjoy the sunshine. But, they were too sad to really enjoy the nice weather or the beauty that surrounded them.
- If only we had a child, said the queen.
The king sighed. Then, all of a sudden, a frog jumped out of the pond and landed in front of them.
- Don't be sad, it said, because this was a talking frog. Your wish will be fulfilled. Before one year has gone by, the queen will have a daughter.
And with that, the frog jumped back into the pond – quickly, so he wouldn't end up on their dinner plates, like his uncle Verne.
The king and the queen were happy and excited by the frog's words, and immediately ran back to the castle to make a baby.
And, just like the frog had said, before a year had gone by, the queen gave birth to a little daughter. The king and queen were happy, and laughed and cried and laughed again, and the court and all the servants were happy for their nice royal couple, who finally had had their hearts' desire fulfilled. The king ordered that a huge party would be held, to celebrate the birth of his daughter. He sent the servants to prepare the party, and he and his wife sat down to write the invitations, with their little daughter sleeping happily in her little cot next to them.
- We should invite the Fairies, said the king. If they will read their blessings over our child, she'll have a happy life and be safe from danger.
- But there are 13 Fairies in our country, said the queen. And we only have 12 gold plates. We can't humiliate one of the Fairies by serving her food on an ordinary plate!
- Let's not invite Druscilla, then, said the king. I've never liked that Fairy, she gives me the creeps.
- It's her favourite spell, said the queen.
And so they agreed to invite the Fairies – but not Druscilla, the creepy one.
The party was a big success. From all over the country came prominent guests, lords and ladies and barons and a duchess, and they all fell in love with the pretty little princess, and talked baby talk to her and acted in any way silly to get her to smile with her little toothless mouth. The 12 Fairies adored her, all of them, and after the dinner had been eaten, they all lined up to read their blessings over her.
- My gift to this child is that she will be very sweet and sexy, said the first Fairy.
- My gift to this child is that she will have big, full boobs, said the second Fairy.
- My gift to this child is that she will be great at sucking cock, said the third Fairy.
And on they went, promising the child long, sexy legs, never having to diet to keep slim, always being able to have multiple orgasms, and so on. But when it was time for the 12th Fairy to read her blessing over the little child, there was a gush of cold air sweeping into the room, extinguishing all the candles, and the doors to the great hall were pushed open with a loud bang. Into the room, which was now lit up only by the fire in the fireplace, came the 13th Fairy – Druscilla. She was dressed in a long, black gown, with thigh-high black leather boots, and in her hand she held a whip. She was furious.
- Your royal highnesses! she screamed. Why have I not been invited to this party? Don't you want MY blessing for your child? How DARE you insult this way!
- Come, now, Druscilla, stuttered the king. Don't make a scene.
Druscilla let out her whip, and it hit the king's crown with a loud "clatch", and knocked it off his head.
- You don't want my blessing for your child? she howled. Then you'll have my curse instead!
She turned to the terrified, crying baby in the cot.
- I curse this child! Druscilla cried. When she's 18 years old, she will meet a man who will fuck her and murder her afterwards!!!
The whole room gasped out of fear. That's when the 12th Fairy stepped up to the cot. She HAD been planning to give the child the gift of never having PMS, but that seemed a bit silly now that the princess' life was at stake, so instead, she decided to save the child's life. She couldn't reverse the curse that Druscilla had put upon the baby, but she could soften it a bit. So she said:
- No, Druscilla, the man will not kill her, but he will make her fall into a coma, that will last for 100 years!
Druscilla hissed at her, and stormed out of the castle, never to be seen again. The king and the queen and their guests moped quietly. The party wasn't quite as funny anymore.
The princess grew up, and became just as sweet and sexy as the Fairies had promised that she would be. She became tall and slim, with big, rounded boobs, a great ass, and a waist that never got too wide, no matter how much chocolate and ice-cream she had. She got long, blond hair and big, beautiful blue eyes, and a little mouth with pink lips, that looked very pretty when she took a bite out of a banana or a carrot. The king and queen were afraid of Druscilla's curse, so when their daughter hit puberty and started looking at boys, they had the local blacksmith make a chastity belt for her, and they made her wear it every day. In fact, she HAD to wear it, because there was no key. The king and queen had made the blacksmith make the belt directly upon the princess' body. It was cruel, they agreed, that their daughter would have to remain a virgin for all eternity, but they preferred that than having her get fucked and killed by some mad man.