Snow White walked quickly through the forest. It had been many years since the witch had attacked her. As an adult, she now served as a leader in her community. She wore a blue tuff top with red gems that cut off just after her breast and a tight navy corset skirt that wrapped around her stomach and just past the tip of her ass. Her thigh-high red boots with skulls adorning them were piercing the fallen leaves on the ground as she quickened her pace. Someone was following her.
"Is anyone there?" she called out, but there was no response.
Her silky black hair blew in the breeze. The wind whipped at her exposed skin and chilled her.
"I can warm you up," a deep voice called, followed by the snicker of another woman behind him.
Snow looked in every direction, but the source of the voice was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she was just imagining. She had to continue her journey back to the Castle before nightfall.
"You sure do look good in that skirt," the voice rang out again.
This time it had to be real. Someone was hiding the forest stalking her.
"Who...who is there?" Snow timidly called out.
Another round of female laughter, this time followed by a heavy, deep sigh. It was coming from just of the path behind a row of bushes. Snow wanted to run, to get as far away from there as she could, but she lingered, slightly curious.
"You coming to join?" the male voice said.
She hadn't notice, but she had taken a view steps towards the sound, her hells silent in the soft dirt. Instinctively, she had begun tugging and the clasps on her skin-tight skirt.
"Just a few more steps,"
Snow White felt a breath of heat wash over her. She could see the people in the dark now. He was tall and handsome with the fine emerald robes of a prince. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his muscular dark skin.
On the ground, her face between his thighs, was Cinderella, her tiny mouth hurriedly gulping in his long, black cock.
Snow White took a step back.
"Don't be shy, Snow," he said with a welcoming smile, "Most of you Disney girls don't know what to do when they see me. There aren't any brothas in Disneyland,"
He chuckled softly, and Cinderella removed herself from blowing him to let out another soft chuckle. She coyly signaled for Snow White to come towards her.
Again, Snow White didn't hear herself moving forward. Closer and closer to this strange, dark skinned man.
His cock was unlike anything she had ever seen. Far bigger and more engorged than Prince Charmings had ever been.
But she had to get back to the Castle. He and the dwarves were waiting.
"The Princes don't like when I come around," the man said, "They don't like when their girls look my way. My name is Prince King, from a far away land,"
Cinderella laughed coyly again, her fingers gently caressing her stomach and breasts. She reached out at the clasps that Snow White had already partially undone and finished the job. Her skirt fell away, revealing her sleep white stomach and slender creamy thighs.