Oh no it couldn't!

Morgan awoke to find Snow White giving Dopey a sex education lesson not even he could forget. Damn! It hadn't worked. (The theme for a dream experiment that is; not the sex education lesson. Dopey was well on top of that.) Morgan became aware that the naked Snow White with the diminutive guy bouncing up and down on top of her was suddenly aware of his presence and was seriously ogling him.

"Well, helllloooo big boy" she said in the voice, seductive manner and - for the most part - the body of Mae West. To Dopey, she said, "get lost, shorty!" He was bounced off her, never to be seen again.

Snow White slowly arose and sexily sauntered over to Morgan. Gazing at his bulging crotch, she seductively growled, "Is that a bazooka in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"

This being an enchanted forest, Morgan checked his pocket to find out. Sure enough, it was a bazooka. He was more surprised to find that his nightgown had suddenly and of its own volition, grown a pocket.

But where in all this was Aurora then? Not in his pocket, that's for sure; he'd just checked. Still, perhaps Snow White might know. Clearing his throat to announce his intention to speak, he spoke thus.

"Excuse me but would you happen to know where the sleeping beauty hangs out?"

"Over the edge of her bed I should imagine, the amount of action she sees."

"Action?"

"Sure, and plenty of it. You surely don't think you're the only guy who thinks it might be fun to have your wicked way with her before she wakes up do you? Why, just about every stud in Fairyland's been through that bitch, including my horney dwarves I might add. I don't know what's got into them these days. Doc woke up feeling Happy this morning, but Happy objected so he's been feeling Grumpy ever since. I'm as jealous as fuck! Speaking of which . . ."

Placing a hand on Morgan's bulge, she gave it a playful squeeze and softly purred, "How about it, sweetheart? Like me to peel these grapes for you?" He was tempted - but found the sight of dwarf cum running down her substantial but shapely inner thighs a trifle off-putting. So addressing her bountiful and comparatively cum-free boobs instead, he asked how everyone managed to find the sleeping beauty's hidden castle in the midst of a - well, if not exactly dense, then at least a not very clever - enchanted forest.

"Google maps on their smartphones" was her answer. Of course it was. How could he have thought otherwise! It is the 21st century after all. He rummaged in the new and exciting alternative universe that was his nightgown pocket until it actually handed him a smartphone. He Googled 'The Sleeping Beauty's Hidden Castle' and - as an afterthought, 'opening times'.

"You needn't have bothered with that last bit, she bitched, "her thighs are never closed and - even more good news - I'm told refreshments are available whilst you're queuing, Tuesdays and Thursdays."

Perfusely thanking Snow White for her assistance whilst giving her boobs a bit of a last minute and much appreciated fondle, he set off in all directions until he learned how to follow the map correctly. Behind him, he heard the plaintive but deminishing call of Snow White, "l'm staying at the dwarf's cavern, hunky chops. Why don't you crawl in an' see me sometime . . ."