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Cinderella: the fairy-tale ending 
by Vito (vito1264@yahoo.com)

***

What actually happened between midnight and the prince 
finding her. (MF, rom, fantasy)

***

We all know the story up until the pumpkin coach fled 
the scene, the Prince holding a glass slipper in his 
hand. But according to the Brothers Grimm, and Disney; 
it all goes simplistic from there.

Agents of the Duke go looking for someone who has lost 
a shoe; they are all out of luck. So eventually the 
Prince himself takes charge and goes out into the 
duchy, and after several days finds Cinderella. AND 
THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!

I don't know about you, but it all seemed far too 
simple, so I did some digging. I found a diary. This 
particular diary belonged to the so-called Wicked 
Step-Mother. I have pulled a few choice entries from 
the journal, that all take place around the time of 
the occurrences detailed in the story of Cinderella.

May 31st

"That simple brother of mine, who had promised to send 
his son, my nephew to visit; has let me down, yet 
again. My nephew is a simple boy, training to be a 
woodcutter. He is not all that clever, and would have 
suited my plans so well. Ella or as she likes to call 
herself these days, Cinderella is the only heir to her 
father's not inconsiderable fortune, which is tied up 
in trust until her twenty-first birthday; unless she 
chooses to marry before then. 

At the moment I only receive one hundred gold coins a 
quarter to cover household expenses, as I have been 
doing since the old man died just over three years 
ago. And it is most definitely nowhere near what I 
would consider sufficient for my needs, let alone my 
daughters as well.

Now, Ella has turned sixteen, and I can legally marry 
her off, and with my nephew's help, I would have 
gotten myself declared her heir, and then... Anyway, 
my nephew got caught in the forest by a dryad, fell in 
love with her, and has left me without a husband for 
Ella. I will have to make another plan."

June 14th

"Oh! Excitement! The Duke has declared July 4th a 
holiday, as it is his son's birthday. 

Prince Charles (a worthy enough name, I have no idea 
why he would want to use the nickname of Charming), is 
turning twenty-one, only happens once in a lifetime, 
and the old man is holding a ball, in the hope of his 
son choosing a worthy bride.

Both of my daughters are going to do their level best 
to snare him. And, well you never know, maybe he might 
prefer an older cougar! And then I wouldn't need 
Cinderella's money."

June 29th

"My daughters have just had their final fittings for 
ball gowns, and look so absolutely sexy. My own gown 
is to be a strapless, backless silk creation that 
can't be ignored by any red-blooded male.

Cinderella has been having delusions of grandeur, 
believing that not only should she be there, but that 
the invitation to the household of Ashenput actually 
meant her, as if!!! I mean, okay her surname is 
Ashenput, and my daughters are Tremaine, but she is 
just a submissive, um, servant girl. I think maybe it 
is time for another good session with the whip.

Just five more days to Saturday!"

June 30th

"Cinderella is going to suffer when I find her, I 
opened the old dungeons, I got all kitted up, my 
thigh-length boots, the leather leotard, and fishnet 
stockings – and I couldn't find her anywhere. One of 
the other servants claimed that a 'person' calling 
herself 'Fairy Godmother' was getting Cinderella 
fitted. If that bitch goes against my wishes and 
attends the ball, I will thrash her within an inch of 
her life!"

July 3rd

"That foolish modiste is already demanding payment for 
the dresses. We still haven't even worn them. 
Cinderella keeps disappearing; every time I see her, 
and then I can't find her again. One more day."

July 4th

"I can't be bothered with Cinderella now. I do know 
that none of the local fashion houses has made any 
dresses, shoes or other accessories for Cinderella or 
anyone of her description. All coaches are accounted 
for, nothing left to rent in this town. She won't get 
there tonight."

July 5th

"Oh my aching head. But I have to write it all down.

The ball started as it should have. There were about 
three dozen girls of marriageable age, including my 
two. The three of us made quite an entrance, all 
attention was on us, but at first I thought maybe the 
Prince doesn't like girls. He danced as a courtesy to 
most of us, but he was not at all happy about being 
there.

And then She arrived. No card, no invitation, she 
pushed past the doormen as though they did not exist. 
Prince Charming was happy to see her! I mean such a 
bulge, and in public too. I wished it had been for me, 
then it would have been okay. He spent the rest of the 
night dancing only with Her! He ignored the rest of 
the girls, they may as well have been invisible.

Anyway I was making love to my tonic and gin, when I 
heard the first bell-strike for midnight, and That 
Girl took off flying, Prince Charming was devastated, 
but he still didn't want to know anything about the 
rest of the girls. There were rumours – he had found a 
glass slipper – I don't know how comfortable that 
could be!!!"

July 6th

"The rumours were true. Prince Charming has decided 
that the best way to find his love was to fit the 
slipper to her foot. He is touring the duchy now, 
hoping to find the slipper wearer. Oh god, I hope that 
it will fit me or at least one of my daughters.

Funny things happening around the house. Cook is 
complaining about a pumpkin that was supposed to be 
supper for tonight had disappeared. But I also could 
have sworn that I heard a horse neighing in the 
corridor this morning, but when I turned I only saw a 
mouse, and of course all the servant girls said how 
they can't help get rid of it, as they are scared of 
mice. I mean, really!!!"

July 9th

"An agent of Prince Charming has just left. He is on 
his way. He wishes to see all of the females in the 
family. Fortunately that little bitch, Cinderella is 
hiding again."

Prince Charming's journal entry for July 9th is very 
revealing.

"I was about to have a serious sense of humour 
failure.  I have spent the last several days looking 
at female feet of every size, shape and description. I 
think that one of my first laws as Duke will be 
regarding personal hygiene, especially amongst the 
females of the Duchy. Toenails that are cracked or 
broken, one set of feet, that I thought had just been 
used to make blue cheese, except that that farmer has 
no daughters of marriageable age, and this girl was 
nowhere near his farm, I preferred the smell of his 
cheese. And when hems are lifted so that I can reach 
their feet, oh my god, some of them had drenched 
themselves in essence of roses, that is very 
uncomfortable, but all too often the stench was 
unbearable!

I was so close to giving up, Lady (I can't understand 
who would have allowed such a crass woman to be given 
any kind of title) Tremaine and her two daughters were 
trying their best to convince me that the shoe could 
fit any of them. It seems Drizella would have even cut 
off her heel to be able to fit her foot in the shoe, 
and Anastasia would have cut off her toes, but I will 
never again be able to smell roses without the hideous 
thought of those two nightmares. As per my 
instructions all females had to come forward, and I 
checked two abigails, three chambermaids, and a cook's 
assistant – she was the one who said that there was 
one other in the household.

And a vision, the most beautiful girl I ever saw, I 
had an instant boner, climbed out of a closet, to the 
amazement of all the servants, and the disgust of the 
three Tremaines. She was gorgeous, despite a spot of 
ash or dirt on the tip of her nose, her rags (I 
wouldn't call them clothes) were well-worn, and I was 
thinking 'good thing it's not winter, she would 
freeze'. But she seemed happy and was humming the tune 
that we had agreed to be our favourite.

Despite her appearance, smudged face and rags, she 
smelled clean and fresh, but I would have sworn that 
her pussy was so wet; ready, willing, and able to take 
me there on the (wet) spot; her toenails, nay, both 
her entire feet were the product of the best 
pedicurist in the kingdom. And that slipper somehow 
became less rigid, in fact became quite flexible as I 
approached her foot with it. And as I put it on her 
foot, which it fitted exactly, she fitted the matching 
one of the pair to her other foot. I was in paradise.

My sense of humour failure was about to occur because 
of her stepsisters, neither of whom had any claim on 
me. But they wanted to beat the girl up. Before I or 
anyone else could do anything, two footmen, dressed in 
the old House of Ashenput colours, suddenly appeared, 
and took the three Tremaines and ejected them from the 
house. As they closed the door, they disappeared, and 
when I looked closer I saw nothing – there were two 
lizards lying on the ground, just inside the door, but 
apart from them, nothing. None of the other servants 
knew where they had come from, and Cinderella just had 
an enigmatic smile on her face.

Anyway my father has given orders to have Cinderella's 
name put back in the books as Lady Ashenput. And the 
Tremaine name removed from all Duchy records. Father 
has his best people planning our wedding, but in the 
meantime, I just heard her exiting the bathroom, and 
she has called my name. I had better go and do my duty 
to my betrothed. Licking and sucking her toes could 
become my favourite pastime."

And that was the beginning of a very fetish, I mean 
happy relationship!

By the by, the nephew was found to be a very pleasant 
young man, and he was only too happy to be able to 
move into such a mansion with his dryad bride. He 
would be a caretaker for the estate, until a second 
son of Prince charming and Cinderella was able to 
retrieve his inheritance as Lord Ashenput.

And so, yes, THEY DID ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER! 
Apart from the Tremaine ladies who have been trying to 
gain entrance to the castle belonging to the Prince 
(also) Charming (must be coincidental) who is trying 
to find the Sleeping Beauty. That quest has already 
taken some time, and it is not known how much longer 
he will be away, but he has sent word that evil 
witches and wicked, ugly stepmothers (the two roles 
seem to be interchangeable) or their daughters are not 
to be allowed into his house, at all!!!

Lucifer (The Cat) now Seneschal of the Ashenput 
household

END

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