Sleep on it!

Of course, the thing about being cursed for all eternity is that after a while, (and if eternity consists of anything at all, it's lots and lots of while), living under the curse in question becomes (like Covid) the new normal. It's simply accepted as the way things have to be and made the best of. The outcome of this is that it ceases to feel like a curse as such; like income tax, **** and sex, it's just another fact of life to grapple with!

So it was with Morgan. Indeed, as a result of spending so much time in Fairyland, the papers he was now submitting on Children's Literature at college took on an insightful and authoritive quality that was quite impressing his tutors. Never more so than when he submitted a story of his own entitled, 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears'; subtitled 'a cautionary tale on the perils of curiosity'. It was immediately recognised as a potential classic, was published in time for Christmas, sold by the shed load and was only eclipsed in terms of popularity and financial return by Morgan's second offering, 'Cinderella'.

Out of compassion for the Toothfairy, he didn’t resurrect her as he felt she'd only complain about it and insist on being erotically snuffed again. Hmmmm! Well perhaps . . . later on?

Meanwhile, Morgan had the problem of tracking down his dream girl, the sleeping beauty; but did he even want to anymore? Surely this would jeopardise his highly lucrative writing career if it ended his physical access to the much fabled Fairyland and its priceless store of fabulous stories. One by one and one way or another by his mere aberrational presence, he was now systematically obliterating from human memory original works by such giants of the genre as The Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson as he happened across them in his meanderings through the enchanted forest. He was then replacing them with the same stories only under his own name. Indeed, he was just mulling over the idea of organising a Gruffalo or Snark hunt one morning when it occurred to him that maybe he was being a little too random in this approach. What if he went to sleep reading a specific story; would this enable to wake up in its immediate vicinity?

He tried it with the story of the ugly duckling. As a result, he had swan for dinner and another large cheque from his publisher. Little Red Riding Hood was his next experiment. As he'd come to expect, the girl in question wasn't so little and he made a most pleasurable point of luring her into bed with him before the big bad wolf got the chance. (You won't find the line, "Oh grandma! What a huge penis you have" in the original text). Not that the wolf complained about this plot twist mind, particularly after it was pointed out to him that it might be a bit of a blast to shag granny before devouring her. Granny was certainly in favour of this and it worked a treat. As for the heroic hunk of a woodsman who was supposed to burst in and save Little Red Riding Hood from the big bad wolf, let's just say he joined L.R.H. and Morgan in a threesome that resulted in the girl becoming the meat in a woodsman/Morgan sandwich as she was simultaneously fucked and sodomised to the satisfaction of all concerned.

P.s. The wolf did finally get the girl by the way - on her way home from Granny's funeral while the heroic handsome woodsman was busy buggering Georgie Porgie. Hey-ho! Even in the endlessness of an enchanted forest, it can still be a small world when it wants to be!

So, next stop Sleeping Beauty's Castle it is then.