Rapunzel Futa Novels & Stories

She went straight for the white Fairy Wing "Oh no no no, not that one" Curl yelled and immediately Pradai ran back, adding another layer of fear "Sorry sorry, shouldn't had yelled so loud like that. But umm no one can ride the white Fairy. Absolutely no one. It is special, and you don't want to mess with him. So just keep off. In Fact come on ride with me, we will take the earth fairy wings" He helped Pradai get on the earth's fairy wing's back

My master said and invited him to sit in his secret place underground. "Good afternoon to you too, Mr. Horren, we lost the tails and made it safe here." Mr. Furen gave the jar which my dust contains to my master, "The weapons are a great deal, that was a suicide attack indeed. However, she managed to delete everything. You've got a great assassin... Well, she was." Mr. Furen searching in his pocket and found my ponytail and hair then gave it to my master, "It's the only thing left to her."

Her hair—that hair, so long and silky. I didn’t even know I had a thing for long hair, but since the day I saw her hair down, I never wanted to see it tied up again. Who was that fairy tale princess with the really long hair? Rapunzel. She lived in a tower and the prince would sneak in at night to see her by using her hair as a rope. I grinned. I ran my finger from the root of her hair, the root of her hair... is red? Was her true hair color red? Why would she cover it up with black? Not that it didn’t look beautiful, but I imagined that red hair would better suit her fair complexion.

he teased, sitting in between my feet. "Okay, any preferences?" I probed, letting his hair fall from his man bun to just above his shoulders. "You know, you kind of look like Flynn Rider from Tangled with this hair," I smirked. "I don't know the different plaits so you just do whatever you want," separating his hair into three I began to plait his hair. "So if I look like Flynn Rider then does that make you Rapunzel, princess?" Gasping my mouth fell open, "you are such a flirt," my cheeks once again sporting a red hue.

I raised a brow not ready to start a battle this early, “it’s a pleasure to meet you to, mother Gothel.” Her brows creased in solid anger but held out a forced smile, she let out a wicked sigh heading to the cushion, “oh... Rapunzel, why didn’t you lay down your hair? I heard your knight in shining armor displayed a dramatic stunt while trying to help you and now you have the guts to lay down in bed like he didn’t just risk his life for you.” Her tone became harsher each minute words escaped her mouth, but I wasn’t going to let her have the last laugh.

the Queen looked directly at Prince Ron with a raised, curious brow, “you’re absolutely fine. In fact… your body is far stronger than expected for a human. I’ve never seen anything like this before. The womb you carry is very much real and you’re also surprisingly fertile. More so than the average human female.” Zedekiel was quite stunned by the news while Prince Ron gasped, beaming. “You hear that?” He turned to Zedekiel, smugness written all over his face. “Turns out I’m *very* fertile.” He said said, wiggling his brows. The Ice Fairy Queen smirked and added playfully, “You might want to be careful, King Zedekiel. With how fertile he is, your castle may soon be swimming in little ones.”

Curling the black dress into her fists and quite forgetting that she was a Princess, she threw the lot at Haz'th, who ducked. "Aren't Elves supposed to be fast?" he laughed. Nimuel entered the cottage to find Haz'th dodging objects in the room with apparent ease, as Aelanor ran behind him like a bull shown red. As Haz'th reached Nimuel, she put a protective hand on him and pulled him behind her, as Aelanor tried to grab the kid out of her hold. "Stand aside, Nimuel. This midget..." "No, sister. Step back. He's a child," she pushed her gently, still laughing.

She remembered her mom telling her about her Luna Ceremony and how she was so nervous about falling down the stairs. “Oh dearest, you look so beautiful.” Clary was beaming at her granddaughter through the mirror as the lady hired to do her hair was putting the finishing touches to the curls. Her hair was pulled up into an intricate knot at the back of her head with delicate curls softly falling to her shoulders and framing her face. The lady had even threaded gold chains throughout the hairstyle.

Anastasia has a glowing crown over her heart, and someday, I will as well. “You remember our daughters? Daisy, Hyacinth, Gladiola, and Iris.” Fanella had wanted to name all her children after flowers. It’s common for sprites, in particular, to name their children after plants and flowers. Obviously, Christopher didn’t mind. “Hello everyone, welcome to Araphyra.” “Hello Lady Princess, Lily.” “Do you know how many unmated males there are in the castle?” “Do you know if there are any in the surrounding forest?”

Charles nodded his head at his father before speaking, "I know that I didn't give you much information about her, father, but I swear I have told you everything. All I know is that her name is Ella, she has long blonde hair and was wearing a light pink dress that belonged to her late mother." As the Prince was speaking, a palace guard was walking the corridors and heard him recall what the young woman looked like. 'Blonde hair and a light-colored dress?' Peter was thinking to himself. He could recall such a person but not her face or name. Most of the women at the ball were wearing such lively colors trying to catch the Prince's eye that he surely remembered the one who had worn a light pink