Fridayella

by Arty

The more time the handsome husband spent away from home the nastier the new wife became towards the daughter. She named her Fridayella [for reasons that are unclear to me - but that's how it is with stories of this nature, you'll just have to live with it] and encouraged her daughters to be nasty to Fridayella too. And so it came that the two daughters became the Ugly Sisters and the new wife became the Evil Stepmother and the handsome husband suffered a terrible accident and Fridayella started her new life of scapegoat and servant for the rest of them.

Every day the Evil Stepmother and her two Ugly Sisters went out of their way to make Fridayella's life a misery. But they were wasting their time; the hard work kept her figure trim and improved her muscle definition. The simple food, that was all she was allowed to eat, kept her skin clear and all the while the memory of her father's love kept her disposition sweet. In short she blossomed in adversity, in the way that wildflowers are wont to do.

Of course the more beautiful she grew, the worse the treatment of her became and the worse their treatment of her became, the more ugly became the Ugly Sisters and the more shrewish became the Evil Stepmother. [I really will have to give up writing these compound sentences; I always get lost halfway through, so Lord knows what it's like for the readers!] And now, though she did but know it, Fridayella is one of prettiest young women in all the kingdom. This enraged the Ugly Sisters and so they determined to keep her away from the rest of society in case her beauty would overshadow theirs (as it most assuredly would). [I thought I was going to write more simply - oh well don't blame me, I'm only the writer.]

The Ugly Sisters had expensive tastes and so to make their income stretch further the Evil Stepmother refused to replace Fridayella's clothes as they wore out and by now she spends her waking hours naked and covered in the dust and the grime that is the natural result of cleaning up after the Evil Stepmother and her atrocious daughters.

["You just had to, didn't you?"]

[The author looks innocently about him, "Had to, what?"]

["Keep me naked, what else?"]

["Every job has its downside..."]

["I'd consider very carefully where you're going with that particular piece of irony buster!"]

["... and this isn't one of them!"]

["Nice recovery."]

["I thought so. Anyhow it gets better..."]

["Good, when does the Fairy Godmother show up?"]

["... or worse depending on your perspective."]

["I'm warning you!"]

["Undeniably pleasant though it is to converse with one's delightfully undressed heroine, I do think we should be getting along, don't you?"]

["Mmmmph!"]

Fridayella was now reflecting on the latest fiendish twist in the continuing attempts to make her life unbearable. The Evil Stepmother now insisted that Fridayella should wear a small ball-gag during the daylight hours! Now that Fridayella was almost permanently naked she had taken to fitting Fridayella with a chastity belt made from some straps and a dildo that Fridayella had also to wear during the daylight hours. And so it was that Fridayella was outfitted like this on the fateful day and night of the Prince's Annual State Ball. Every year all eligible women were required, by the King, to attend the ball in a, so far, vain attempt to find his son a wife. On this night Fridayella was made to help the Ugly Sisters get ready for the ball. Of course Fridayella had nothing to wear, but she wasn't downhearted she was just anxious for her Stepsisters to leave so she could have some time to herself. As the noisome pair and their mother left the house Fridayella unbuckled her gag and threw it onto the table.

["I suppose you think that's funny?"]

["I'll allow that it does have certain humorous aspects." The author gives way to a few deep chuckles.]

["I'll get you for this!"]

["Oh well, enough of this badinage, don't you want to go to the ball?"]

["I don't have a thing to wear!"]

["That must be the first time you've said that when it's actually true!"]

["Oh yes, just you wait, revenge will be sweet."]

Just then a shower of stardust announced the arrival of the Fairy Godmother. The fluffy, bunny slippers that she wore gave a clue as to the current identity of the Fairy Godmother. The Fairy Godmother looked at Fridayella and pursed her lips; she tutted and then sucked some air through her teeth and shook her head in the way that mechanics do and you just know that you are not going to like the final bill.

"The chassis is good, but the bodywork could do with some dressing up."

"Pardon."

"Uh sorry, I mean that chastity belts are not the 'in thing' this year. First though we should get you some transport."

The Fairy Godmother cast around for something to work with. Muttering to herself she pulled a large courgette (oh all right then a squash - look, as far as I am concerned squash is a fruit drink made by adding water to concentrated fruit juice) from the vegetable rack.

"I know pumpkins are traditional, but I think this will do." Taking the courgette the Fairy Godmother beckoned Fridayella to follow her out into the yard; "I do my best work with an audience." Out in the yard the Fairy Godmother collected together the cat and the dog and finally herded a few mice towards the courgette that lay sphinx-like on the ground.

"What are you? A Fairy Godmother or some sort of demented Pied Piper?"

"Now dear, be patient." The Fairy Godmother looked critically at the assembled ingredients and tutted again, "I suppose it will just have to do." With that she waved her magic wand, "Higgledy Piggledy Parabaloo*" [*A special prize goes to the person that can tell me from where this magical incantation is stolen.] (If I had a special effects budget to rival the GDP of a small South American republic I could probably do justice to the magic, but I don't so you'll just have to make do!) The courgette grew and changed into a fairytale carriage, the mice grew enormously and became four prancing grey stallions complete with all the regalia that befits a princess. Finally the cat and the dog metamorphosed into a coachman and a footman. The Fairy Godmother dusted her hands and turned to Fridayella with the look of a skilled craftsman pleased with a difficult job well done. "Well I'm glad to see I haven't lost my touch. In you get dear and have a wonderful time at the ball."

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

"Well I don't think you'll need birth-control on a first date, if you feel the urge just give him a blow job or something."

"I was thinking more on the lines of a dress, rather than the joys of a one-night stand."

The Fairy Godmother laughed, "Sorry dear. Hmmm not much to work with is there? Never mind I'm sure we can think of something." With that she waved her wand and Fridayella was enveloped in a cloud of tinkling stardust. It tickled her and also made her squirm as it insinuated itself into all her secret places. The Fairy Godmother coughed pointedly. If a cloud of stardust could be said to look sheepish, then this cloud of stardust looked sheepish. Finally it faded away and Fridayella was left wearing a totally magnificent ball gown.

Words cannot begin adequately to describe the ethereal quality of the material, the form-fitting, strapless bodice; the dress sparkled and so did Fridayella. "Just one thing my dear you have only until midnight, on the stroke of twelve all of this," She waved her wand in an expansive gesture. "Will return to its original form. Which, in the case of your dress, is rather more revealing than you would wish."

Friday blushed. "Thank you. I'll remember." She entered her carriage and then she was off in a clatter of hooves.

Her entrance into the ballroom was all that one could wish for. Since she was the last to arrive all eyes were upon her and the gasp of envy from the assembled females was wholly satisfactory. Being the sweet-natured person that she was, she only gloated a little however.

["You look totally stunning."]

["Why thank you kind sir."]

["Here comes the Prince …"]

The Prince approached Fridayella and begged her for the first dance. Fridayella melted into his arms and the two of them danced on air, oblivious to the jealous gaze of several hundred eligible females. One dance became two and then three and eventually it became obvious to all but the stoniest observer that the Prince was smitten. Unfortunately the charming Prince's company made Fridayella lose all track of the time, the sound of the clock striking made Fridayella look out at the clock tower and to her horror she could see that the clock was striking midnight. Already she could feel the fabric of the dress becoming even more ethereal!

Gasping an anguished apology Fridayella ran from the ballroom and out of the palace, as the twelfth and final chime rang out Friday's dress vanished to be replaced by the chastity belt. Realising that she couldn't run with the dildo inside her she pulled the belt off and ran into the gardens that surrounded the palace. From her vantage point in the bushes, Fridayella could see the Prince running after her, as he reached the place where the dildo had been dropped he stopped and picked it up.

Friday's trip back to her house was made easier by the fact that everyone else was at the ball so with virtually no one to see her apart from the odd burglar she managed to get back home and into bed with no trouble at all.

The next day the country was alight with the news of the Prince's hot date. Later a proclamation was circulated. The Prince would be visiting every eligible girl throughout the kingdom to discover the identity of the mysterious girl. News of the type of identity test was soon the talk of the land. The Prince had a dildo that had been magically altered so that it would fit only the last girl that had been wearing it, every girl had to attempt to insert it; the one whom it fitted would be the one to whom the Prince would declare his undying love.

The Ugly Sisters were beside themselves with glee and spent the next few days impaling themselves on ever-larger vegetables in an effort to ensure that the magic dildo would fit them. Fridayella was left largely untormented as they discovered that it was a lot more fun to impale each other. And so for the next week Fridayella's life was almost idyllic and her days were spent in an endless daydream as she relived every minute of the time that she spent in the Prince's arms. The only thing spoiling it was the continual screaming coming from the Ugly Sisters' bedroom as they attempted to envelop yet another enormous vegetable.

["Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?"]

["Forgive me if I'm not as ecstatic as you seem to be."]

["Look at it from my point of view; the bad girls are hurting each other, a gorgeous girl is running around naked and an entire countryful of women is attempting to insert a magic dildo in an effort to win the hand of a Prince. Life doesn't get much better than that!"]

The sound of a Herald banging on the front door sent Fridayella for her sack-dress that was hanging on a nail by the Kitchen door. Out of breath from her rush, Fridayella opened the door to see the Herald and behind him the Prince. The Herald was holding a cushion in one hand and on the cushion nestled the dildo that Fridayella had been wearing on that fateful night. The Herald started his proclamation in a voice that was the very epitome of boredom.

"The Prince doth request and require that all eligible females that do claim to be his one true love shall prove that they are indeed so by wearing this magically enhanced dildo."

The Herald had hardly finished gabbling off the proclamation when Fridayella was pushed aside by the Ugly Sisters. As they argued amongst themselves the Prince and Fridayella saw each other for the first time since that fateful night. The sounds of the squabbling girls faded into the background as the Prince and his True Love stared at each other. Only the screams of frustration as each of the Ugly Sisters discovered that the dildo would not fit however hard they pushed and shoved eventually caused them to break their adoration of each other.

The Herald retrieved the dildo and fastidiously cleaned it with a Magic Wet Wipe™. The Prince looked apologetic.

"I'm afraid that you will have to try it."

"Of course it is mine after all."

Fridayella threw off her sack dress and oblivious to the lustful stares of all but the Prince she took the dildo and gently replaced it where it had nestled for all that time previously. The Ugly Sisters screamed their frustration. The Prince sent the Herald off to announce that the Prince had found his True Love and that the Wedding would take place as soon as the Honeymoon was over.

"Isn't that the wrong way round my love?"

"Not from where I'm standing." Said the Prince as he carried her away from the house where she had been tormented for so long to another place where the torment would be of another kind, though much more fun for both of them.

And so gentle reader the tale is told and I am done.

-Fin-