Chapter 1
It was a beautiful day in the Fairytale Forest. Magdalene the peasant girl was wandering the trails as she liked to do, enjoying some alone time beneath the lush greenery of the trees surrounding her. There was such peace in the woods, just her and nature, and she always felt comfortable when she was here. Comfortable enough, in fact, that she did not hesitate to shed her dress for a quick dip in the creek. How could she resist? The weather was warm and the creek was cool and refreshing. Besides, she had all the privacy in the world, as she was completely alone in the forest that day.. wasn't she? She took her time enjoying the water, letting it flow over her smooth, creamy skin and through her long, dark hair.
Eventually, only once she was ready, she climbed out of the water and allowed herself a relaxing lounge by the creek while her naked body air-dried. She laid out and enjoyed the musical sound of the nature around her while the breeze danced along her bare curves. She knew it would be nearing lunchtime soon, so she donned her dress and began walking her route back to the village. Suddenly she noticed a tree stump on the side of the path that she had never seen before. She spun in a circle, making sure she was walking in the right direction. Sure enough, she knew exactly where she was. She had walked this path hundreds of times and this tree stump was definitely new. It wasn't even there when she walked by on her way to the creek, and she certainly hadn't heard anyone chopping down a tree! Confused, she sat down on the stump to think. Suddenly, an unfamiliar, masculine voice called out,
"HALT! Who dare sit upon my stump?!" it said, and Magdalene couldn't tell where it was coming from, as she couldn't see anyone around in any direction. She hesitated, and the voice continued, "I said declare yourself!"
Nobody ever talked to her like this. She was startled, and also a bit irritated.
"It is I, Magdalene of Fairytale Land!" she said with confidence. Suddenly there was a ripple in the air to her left, she could just barely see it out of the corner of her eye. She turned to the left to look at it, and felt a tap on her right shoulder from the opposite direction. She just about fell off the stump as she jumped from surprise. As she got her bearings, she turned to see who had tapped her. Standing there before her was a very handsome creature. He was tall and slender, with an olive complexion and strong arms. He was dressed as if he was part of the woods themselves and had a mischievous smile lighting up his face. She was immediately attracted to him, although not wanting to admit it.
"Why hello Magdalene of Fairytale Land. I am Jester, and that is my tree stump that you have placed your lovely rump upon."
Magdalene felt herself blush at the mention of her "lovely rump." She shook it off and replied,
"YOUR tree stump? How could this be your stump?"
"Why, I cut down the tree myself!" Jester replied.
"That's not possible, I would've heard the commotion!" Magdalene argued.
"Is that right?" Jester mused, "While you were so caught up frolicking nude in the creek?!"
Magdalene's hand flew to her mouth and her blush deepened to a dark red. He had seen her?! But she was so sure nobody was around! How had she missed him? How had she missed the sound of a tree being felled?! Jester winked as he saw her embarrassment.
"Don't worry," he reassured her, "I only peeked a little. In fact, you are quite lovely, and I wouldn't mind seeing some more!"
Suddenly, her dress began to unravel from the seam at her waist. Magdalene quickly clamped her hand over the seam, and the threads stayed in place. Jester frowned and said,
"Aw, you don't feel the same? I thought maybe you would like to have some fun!"
Magdalene couldn't help but admit she felt drawn to Jester, he had a certain charm about him. But he had spied on her! And somehow he caused her dress to start coming apart without even laying a hand on her. This was no ordinary man, and Magdalene knew she had to be careful.
"I do like to have fun.." she began tentatively, "but I am expected to be home very soon, and I do not want the village to come looking for me."
She hoped Jester couldn't tell she was lying. She often went off on solo adventures and didn't return for hours on end... nobody would be looking for her anytime soon.
"I tell you what," Jester said with a twinkle in his eye. "How about we play a game? I'll tell you a riddle. If you get the answer right, you can go on your way right now. If you get the answer wrong, then you must stay with me, and do everything I tell you."
Magdalene let out a small gasp, surprised to feel a pleasant sensation forming between her legs. There was a part of her that liked the idea of having to obey his commands! But Jester was a stranger, an odd one at that, and she really should be getting home.
"Hmmm," she thought. She knew it was risky, but she was confident in her ability to solve riddles. But even if she lost, she couldn't deny her attraction to Jester, and thought perhaps this was a win-win situation. She made up her mind then and there, "Deal."
Chapter 2
Jester clapped his hands and rubbed them together with pleasure, saying,
"Wonderful! Before we begin, we have to shake on it."
He extended his right hand, and Magdalene noticed it had a certain glimmer to it. She already suspected there must be some kind of magic at play here, and this glimmer confirmed it.
"Wait," she said. "If I shake on this, will any harm be done to me?"
Jester grew solemn. He looked into Magdalene's eyes and said,
"Not a chance, lovely rump!"
He laughed and gestured for her to shake. She rolled her eyes but couldn't resist smiling, and with that, she reached out and shook Jester's hand. As soon as their skin touched, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Goosebumps erupted across her skin and her nipples got hard. This was a VERY distracting sensation. She tried to hide how flustered she felt, but she knew Jester could see her hardened nipples through her dress, and he looked at them hungrily. Jester was very excited for this game, and now it was bound with a special type of magical handshake.
"Let's begin," he said.
Jester hunkered down next to the tree stump so he and Magdalene were eye to eye. She shivered at the feeling of being so near to him, and somehow her nipples got even harder. Jester's eyebrows raised in approval, before resting his chin in his hand, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath. After a moment of thinking, he declared,
"I know just the riddle!"
Magdalene sat up straight and folded her hands in her lap, trying to ignore the sensations rolling through her.
"I'm ready," she said confidently.
Jester cleared his throat and said,
"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"
Magdalene blanked. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but it certainly wasn't this. She began to open her mouth to ask what in the world a woodchuck was, but Jester quickly pressed a finger to her soft lips, adding,
"I forgot to mention one rule: the first words out of your mouth after I state the riddle MUST be your answer. You get one try."
With that, he slowly ran his finger along her lips before folding his arms across his chest, waiting expectantly. Magdalene wanted to suck his finger into her mouth, but she resisted. Great, she thought. She should've asked for the rules before shaking on it, but she had been so distracted by her attraction to this man! Speaking of which, that sensation between her legs had become stronger too, Β becoming nearly impossible to ignore. How was she supposed to focus like this?! Jester noticed how sexy she looked trying to resist her desire, and felt himself hardening in his trousers. She closed her eyes to block out Jester's enticing gaze, and focused all her brain power on this bizarre riddle. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? It didn't really matter what a woodchuck was, or what it needed wood for.. there must be a clever, all encompassing answer to a riddle like this. She only had one idea for an answer, and with as much confidence as she could muster, she declared,
"It would chuck enough."