My story is taken directly from an English translation of a Grimm Brother's tale, embellished with a few characters of my own to create a new interpretation. All credit goes to them for the story's base.
Please be aware that this story contains a mixture of Loving Wives, NonConsent/Reluctance, First Time, Mind Control, and Voyeur/Exhibition. All characters involved in sexual conduct are over the age of 18.
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CONFESSIONS OF A FAIRY GODMOTHER
As fairy godmothers go, Gwendolyn the Fair was a bit of a conundrum. Upon her two hundredth birthday, she was inducted into the Society of Fairy Godmother's by her aunt, Mildred the Gracious, and had yet to be given a charge due to her... well, rather licentious behavior.
Gwendolyn had spent much of her youth tangled in wild romances with handsome young men. So wanton was her behavior, that her elders feared she wasn't worthy of her heritage. However, the week before her bicentennial birthday, she came to her aunt and proclaimed herself ready.
"My dear," Mildred said, "I know the blood of our family runs in your veins, but your exploits are notorious and I fear we will be unable to find a charge for you to look after."
"Let me prove myself." Gwen replied, determined to live up to her family's great history. "I will settle down."
Mildred harrumphed. "I give you a week... I don't think you've ever gone that long without getting into some mischief, so if you can behave yourself, we will announce your induction at your birthday celebration."
To everyone's surprise, Gwendolyn the Fair had behaved like a perfect fairy. She did her chores, sat with her aunt's knitting circle and amused the whole lot of them, and kept her distance from any man who came her way. Impressed by her attempt to live a more civilized existence, her Aunt held true to her promise and the elders of the Society of Fairy Godmothers attended Gwen's birthday celebration, inducting her into their circle in front of the attendees.
That had been two years ago.
Gwendolyn was truly starting to think that she would never fulfill her purpose as a fairy godmother; the women of the circle of elders refused to give her a young boy to watch after, lest she revert back to her old ways, and though they did not admit it to her, they were afraid to give her a young girl to watch over, fearing Gwen would corrupt the child's innocence.
Then came news of Ethel the Timid's conundrum with her current charge.
Gwendolyn was summoned to the Circle of Elders and presented with the girl's situation.
Mildred smiled as her niece entered the chamber. "My dear, I believe we have found a case that requires your expertise! Ethel is beside herself with a spoiled princess and we thought perhaps you would like to step in."
Gwendolyn was so excited, she agreed before hearing the girl's story. And a princess! Once you became a fairy godmother to a family, you followed the bloodline from parent to child. She would watch over royalty! "Yes! Of course. You can count on me. What is her situation?"
A sigh came from Ethel the Timid. Gwen watched the older fairy godmother lean on the arm of her chair, exhausted. "I have run out of options. Her dear mother was one of my best charges but she passed away seven years ago and to comfort his daughter, the King has let her do whatever she likes. The girl is a spoiled brat! She is already twenty years old, having been eligible for marriage for four years now, according to her country's custom, but she has yet to pick a suitor. Her father is beside himself."
Gwendolyn couldn't see the problem. Spoiled brats weren't all that bad; she was admittedly one herself. Perhaps this was why the elder fairies had come to her. She felt confident. She felt determined. She felt... elated! Finally! What she'd been waiting two long years for!
Ethel the Timid leaned forward. "It may seem a bit sudden, my handing over this family line, but her father has arranged a gathering of potential husbands this evening and I have been a wreck all day... I can't blow this! For her dear mother's sake, I cannot bear to think the girl will remain in solitude the entirety of her life."
"Of course she will not," Gwendolyn's aunt said, coming to stand beside Gwen. "I have every confidence that Gwendolyn will help her make a match. And," Mildred turned to her niece, looking her in the eye, "if she succeeds, we'll give her the girl and her descendants to watch over."
Gwendolyn was confused and excited all at once. She thought she'd already been given the line, but it wasn't hers yet. She had to prove herself first. She looked hopefully at the elders, trying to convey how eager she was to get started.
"The party starts in three hours," Ethel said, leaning forward. "I'm trusting Korina to you, Gwendolyn, she's the product of centuries of work. Don't let me down."
"Don't let
us
down." Mildred was no longer acting as Gendolyn's aunt, but one of the Circle.
Gwendolyn nodded and curtsied, leaving the hall where the Circle of Elders convened. The moment she was gone she dashed down the hall to her chamber to ready herself for the party. No one would see her of course, but she still wanted to look her best for her trial run as a fairy godmother.
Once ready, she waved her magic wand and appeared in Korina's bedroom.
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DIARY OF GWENDOLYN FAIRY GODMOTHER (in training)
~Entry One~
Subject's name: Korina
Objective: To find the girl a suitable husband
I have failed.
Upon arrival to this new castle I went in search of the princess but came across her father instead. I heard the king speaking with his steward; he was distraught by his daughter's proud and arrogant way, despite her being a great beauty. According to him she had rejected every suitor for the simple reason that they were not good enough for her.
Despite them being royalty!
This feast was supposed to be the solution. Men came from near and far, all of them in search of a bride. Finally, after everyone had eaten and spoken to the princess, they were all lined up. Kings, grand dukes, princes, earls, barons and a few aristocracy were shamed by the way they were inspected by the girl like they were animals!
Oh and Korina! I will admit that not all of those assembled were the best looking, but there were some handsome faces among the men.
I will admit also to doing nothing. The spectacle of the whole thing! I mean really! There had to be at least one man she'd agree on. But no.
One by one, she rejected them as she walked among their ranks. One was too fat: "The wine barrel," she said. Another was too tall: "Thin and tall, no good at all." I mean really!! And so it went. Too short, too pale, too red, not straight enough... well, granted, that last one was a bit flitty, but he was a prince! And I've had many a good romp with men who wanted another sir in the bed. It's all a matter of how much fun you're willing to have.
I was beginning to suspect the girl was a prude.
Then came the last in the line. Imagine my surprise at finding Prince Jarrett standing there among the men looking for a wife! I never thought I'd see the day. The boy was handsome enough to have lived another decade before settling down, but I did hear his father was ill. The king hadd never recovered from that ogre attack; the one where his son had broken his jaw saving his life. Jarrett had been a hero after that, and he had healed from the ogre's punch except for a slight crookedness to his chin.
And this is where I failed. I faultered. But what could I do? She mocked him!
"Look!" she cried out, laughing, "He has a chin like a thrush's beak."
Oh! That just made my blood boil! The fact that she didn't know how his chin got that way was the only thing keeping her from being turned into a frog. Or a mouse. Or a pumpkin.
I was too busy fuming to do anything after that.
Her father, just as angry at her for the way his daughter ridiculed the other nobles, swore Korina should have for a husband the very next beggar to come to his door.
Well.
That mollified us both.
Served the little twit right.
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Gwendolyn the Fair walked the halls, wallowing in her mistake. She'd let the other fairy godmothers down. What would she do if the girl really did marry a beggar? She couldn't go back until the task was complete, and the task was to marry Korina off. She didn't think that meant to just any man available.
She thought of poor Jarrett, riding home with that ridicule hanging over his head. The other nobles had begun calling him King Thrushbeard. He didn't deserve such mockery, but they were trying to take the insults off themselves. Gwen had known him a few years ago when she was impersonating humans for various pleasurable reasons and longed to go console him. But she couldn't go to him now unless he had something to do with the girl. And that was the last thing Gwendolyn wanted to wish on him.
She thought of what the king had said. She really had an ax hanging over her head now, just as Korina did, even if the girl was oblivious to the severity of what her father had promised. Did the girl not realize that the king already had all the alliances he needed? And a son to take his throne. Three sons in fact. His kingdom was secure. Which meant he could very well carry out his threat.
It would serve Korina right to live as a beggar. It would teach her a thing or two about civility.
Gwendolyn stopped and stared. While her thoughts had distracted her she had found her way to the kitchens and was in the middle of the morning hustle and bustle. No one saw her, but she saw them.
What if she really could teach Korina a lesson? The girl would put up a good fight, but there was one way to subdue a woman fast, whether she be quick to anger or simply pigheaded. A man had to make her want him.
What would a girl do to get what she wanted?
Anything.
Gwendolyn pulled out her wand gleefully and waved it.
She appeared under the branches of a willow tree. A horse grazed nearby; the sun was sitting on the horizon, climbing slowly to its place in the sky. And on the ground, resting against the trunk, was a still-sleeping prince.
"You know, a prince without a bodyguard can come to harm along this highway."
Jarrett sat up, a hand going to his sword. It was gone.
