Snow White:
Snow White was not the most beautiful girl in the world. That's a ridiculous thing to say, especially when everyone has different concepts of beauty.
Snow hated when people tried to flatter her with sweeping statements like that, and hearing the Idiot Prince claim that she was the "fairest in the land" had only made her like him even less.
She thought to herself that perhaps she should ask him his name, it probably wasn't very nice to keep thinking of him as "the Idiot Prince," she didn't really care though.
She looked down at him from the secluded garden terrace where she had chosen to spend the afternoon. Nobody came to this part of the palace so she had been sure that he wouldn't find her.
But lo and behold, there he was, down on one knee clutching his heart, praising her beauty and declaring his undying love for her.
"Oh shut up!" she groaned, before he had a chance to recite another ridiculous love poem, "you do NOT love me!"
"But fairest princess, I do indeed love you, for your beauty shines as bright as-," she cut him off again.
"I've really tried to be nice to you, but honestly, I'm not interested! Anyway, you came here to court the queen, not me, I haven't any interest in a man who is supposed to be marrying my stepmother," she said, disgusted by his advances.
Her stepmother was beautiful, far more beautiful than she, many would say, and was currently looking to find a new husband to replace Snow's late father, who had died some five years earlier. Snow and her stepmother weren't close, but that didn't mean that Snow wanted to steal her love interests away from her.
The Idiot Prince had arrived a week ago to meet the Queen but had been falling over Snow ever since he saw her sitting beside her stepmother's throne.
The Queen was stunningly beautiful and Snow was quite pretty as well. Both of them had ample chests and round curvy hips, a testament to Snow's fathers taste for women, as Snow had inherited her curves from her mother, and it was common knowledge that the king had chosen both of his Queens for their bodies.
Snow had no idea why the Prince had set his sights on her over her stepmother. How he could have taken her bored looks as encouragement, Snow had no idea, but he seemed to be under the impression that Snow was as infatuated with him as he was with her. The Queen was incredibly offended but had yet to ask the Idiot Prince to leave. Snow decided that if her stepmother wouldn't send him away then she would have to take the initiative.
"If you have no intention of marrying her Highness the Queen, then I encourage you to take your leave, for I will have nothing to do with you."
The Prince looked stricken, but bounded up the terrace steps and took Snow's hand all the same.
"Please my love, don't be coy! We will be so very happy together when we leave this place!" he announced, holding onto Snows hand despite her efforts to pull away, "We shall not be bothered by your Evil Stepmother, that witch Queen cannot stop our love!"
Just as Snow had been about to kick him in the groin she heard an angry shout from behind them.
"EVIL STEPMOTHER?" the Queen shouted, walking out onto the terrace, her enormous breasts jiggling as she shook with furry.
"First you steal away my suitor, and now I hear that you have polluted his mind with heinous lies!" her stepmother shrieked, somehow still managing to be sensuously beautiful despite her rage.
Really, Snow had no idea what was wrong with the Idiot Prince, her Stepmother had every man (and some of the women) on the continent lusting after her.
Snow opened her mouth to protest but before she could say anything the Queen raised a hand and a magically conjured length of silk covered Snow's mouth so she could not reply.
"No, I will not hear any of your lies, you will be punished for this!" the Queen said. She turned to the Idiot Prince and waved a hand towards him, he disappeared in a puff of smoke, Snow guessed that he would find himself in a garbage heap or the middle of a swamp somewhere. She could only hope that her punishment would be more lenient.
It seemed her hopes were misguided though, as the queen grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the edge of the gardens where the dark forest began. As they rounded a corner and drew level with the servant quarters, the Queen started calling for the huntsman, the servant that the Queen had take care of her evilest tasks. He was a large, cruel man, who had always watched Snow with a lecherous gleam in his eye
Snow wasn't exactly a perfect example of maidenly virtue, having slept with her fair share of servants and courtiers around the castle, but she had always stayed away from the huntsman, unnerved by the way he looked at her.
The huntsman stepped forward, his eyes widening with surprise at the sight of the well-endowed Queen, dragging her almost as well-endowed step daughter towards him.
"Huntsman! I've seen that you admire the princess," the queen said sharply, "I want her gone from this palace, she is yours now. Take her away to whatever hovel you came from and don't bring her back." The queen threw Snow forward so she bumped against the huntsman, Snow recoiled as she noticed the growing bulge in his pants.
She tried to protest, shaking her head and attempting to run and shout, but the huntsman held her in an iron grip and the cloth around her mouth continued to muffle her voice. The queen turned on her heel and trotted off in the opposite direction, only stopping to turn and give one final instruction.
"I want you to leave now, I never want to see her again after the moment I turn my back this final time," she said, giving the princess one last glare and turning her back on her forever. The huntsman was afraid of the Queen, as everyone who knew her was, and dragged Snow away quickly, wanting to escape with his prize and do the Queen's bidding.
The huntsman dragged her to the stable and threw her roughly onto a large horse, climbing into the saddle behind her. She tried to jump down and escape but the huntsman produced a length of rope and tied her hands together and to the pommel of the saddle.
"Pretty, pretty," he mumbled to himself, groping Snow's large breasts as the horse began to race away from the palace grounds. Snow took deep breaths and tried to think of a plan.
They had been on the road for an hour when the huntsman stopped the horse and jumped off, untying Snows hands and pulling her down with him.
"Hullo pretty princess, now that we are far away from the witchy Queen hows about you gives us a kiss," he crooned, pulling the gag from Snows mouth. She fought the urge to spit in his eye, having concocted a plan of escape that would require him to think she was willing.