u/violetgordonfeet

The night after the royal ball was marked by the sound of horses, as the charming prince searched the land for the woman who could fit the glass slipper. He approached one of the last stops on his journey- the Tremaine house (home to Cinderella, her two stepsisters Drisella and Anastasia, and the stepmother, Lady Tremaine).

The prince's attendant knocked on the door, and Lady Tremaine answered. "Are there any young women in this house? By order of the prince, I ask that they try on this glass slipper. It may sound bizarre, but it will confirm who is his true love" the attendant explained.

Lady Tremaine's face curled into a wicked smile. "Why of course! My two daughters are as young and beautiful as can be, I am certain that one of them will fit this slipper. May I have them try it on?"

The attendant nodded, handing Lady Tremaine the glass shoe.

Ms. Tremaine entered the house, shutting the door, and rushing over to her two daughters. "My girls, this slipper is our ticket out of a life of poverty and failure. If one of you can fit into it, you will become the princess, and have all your heart's desires. Anastasia, since your feet are smaller, surely you will be able to make the fit."

Anastasia nodded, wanting to please her mother. Her long, red curls framed her now red face, as she struggled to shove her foot into the slipper. "I- I can't! My big toe is too large, it keeps jamming into the front of the shoe..."

Ms. Tremaine paused, quietly assessing the situation. The attendant knocked on the door, but did not open it. "Everything alright in there?"

"Quite alright, attendant! My daughter's foot has a cramp. Give us a moment to resolve it." Ms. Tremaine grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter, and returned to Anastasia. "My girl, when you are royalty, you will have a toe made of gold... this pain will be but a moment." Anastasia's eyes grew wide, as she realized what her mother was doing.

"Stop! I- AAAAAAAGHHH-" Anastasia let out a scream, and was quickly silenced by her mother forcing a rag down her throat. Ms. Tremaine chopped off Anastasia's big toe swiftly, sawing through the bone, and setting it aside on the counter. After sewing the wound shut, Ms. Tremaine gave Anastasia a gentle kiss on the wound, and another kiss on her plump, severed toe.

"There. All better, my dear. You will now become a princess, and this wound will be a distant memory." she said, trying to keep her daughter calm.

Anastasia removed the rag from her mouth, and nodded at her mother. "I- I won't let you down" she said, wincing in pain but doing her best to smile.

Anastasia slipped on the glass shoe, which fit perfectly now, and made her way outside to meet the prince. Though the prince did not recognize her as his true love, he saw the shoe was fitting, and took her arm to lead her to his carriage.

The attendant clapped his hands with glee, and then asked, "show us the slipper! I'm excited to see it returned to its rightful owner."

Anastasia gulped, and shakily showed off the slipper, trying to keep it out of the reflective moonlight. Unfortunately, an entire missing big toe is easily spotted when examining a transparent slipper, and the attendant gasped in horror. "What! How dare you try and deceive us!"

Anastasia knew her mother would hurt her further if she didn't make this work. She quickly blurted out, "It is an old injury! Those cramps my mother mentioned, they are from my lost toe... it was bitten by a stray dog many years ago and we haven't had the funds to properly fix it."

The attendant seemed to settle down at this response. "Ah... how tragic. Well, dear prince, do you remember how many toes your true love had?"

"I am fairly certain she had all ten... though I am sorry for the loss of your toe, miss, I am afraid you are not my love." the prince said, apologetically.

Anastasia's face sank in sadness and defeat. "I- understand... um... shall I get my sister?"

"Yes! please. We haven't many more houses to go, if there is any chance your sister could be the one, we should not miss this opportunity." the attendant said.

Anastasia hobbled back inside, where Ms. Tremaine attempted to hide her burning anger. "You WHAT?" she said, trying to whisper and yell all at once. "No matter, if the prince cares about ten toes, surely we'll find a way to make Drisella fit the shoe."

Drisella's face went pale, worried that she'd have to chop a piece of her foot off, too. She played with her long, black hair, nervously. "But mother-" she attempted. 

"No! You will fit into the shoe, or I will never love you again." Ms. Tremaine replied.

Drisella pushed with all her might, trying to shove on the glass slipper, but it just wouldn't fit. Her large, round heel was too big to fit inside the back of the shoe. "Surely the prince won't notice a missing heel, so long as all the toes are intact..." Ms. Tremaine got that bloodlust in her eye, and Drisella, having watched her sister's pain, preemptively shoved the rag into her own mouth to drown her screams.

Ms. Tremaine hacked away at Drisella's beautiful round heel, severing it like a large, peachy cookie, and setting it on the counter next to Anastasia's large, plump, severed big toe. Drisella screamed into the rag, and after some stitches from Ms. Tremaine, finally fit her foot into the shoe.

Drisella walked out to meet the prince, and, though in pain, did her best to show off all her toes intact. The attendant and the prince seemed convinced enough, and helped Drisella up into the carriage. However, the stitching on her heel eventually came loose, allowing blood to slowly seep in and fill the slipper.

Before the carriage driver could take off, the attendant noticed the pooling blood, and exclaimed, "Blood! Oh my! Surely you did not intend to deceive our prince?"

Drisella attempted to save the situation. "I am your true love, dear prince! I have all ten of my toes... I simply scraped my heel on a very sharp rock not too long ago... I like to play barefoot down by the river... I am sorry..."

The prince was not convinced this time. "My true love does not like water, she prefers to sew... and if you were good at sewing, this stitch would not have come undone. I believe we have wasted enough of our time... get off my carriage and leave."

The attendant grabbed Drisella and pulled her off the carriage. She returned the slipper, and hobbled back inside. Just then, Cinderella managed to escape the attic where she was being trapped. She hurried downstairs, hoping to catch the prince. Ms. Tremaine tripped her just before the door, and Cinderella fell onto the ground.

"If my real daughters cannot have the prince, we certainly won't let you have him." Ms. Tremaine said, holding the knife above Cinderella. "But I am merciful, so I will let you live." Ms. Tremaine slammed the knife down into Cinderella's ankle, as Anastasia and Drisella held her down. Once Cinderella's entire small, pale, pointed foot was cut off, Ms. Tremaine placed it on the counter next to the other spoils of her knife.

"Open her mouth, girls." Ms. Tremaine commanded. The girls did as her mother told them, and Ms. Tremaine cut off Cinderella's tongue. Finally, to ensure she could not even write to explain herself, Ms. Tremaine chopped off Cinderella's hands, one after the other.

By this point, the prince and his attendant had turned their carriage around, after checking their records and realizing another young woman was supposed to be at this residence. As they arrived, Ms. Tremaine helped a stitched-up Cinderella out the door.

"I assume you are here for my maid, sir prince?" she asked.

"If your maid is the last young lady in the house, then yes." he responded, wanting to get this over with.

"Well, as you can see, like my other girls, this one has also had several unfortunate accidents. Wolf attack, I'm afraid." Ms. Tremaine gestured to the missing foot, hands, and tongue.

The prince hesitated for a second, nearly recognizing Cinderella, but was too disgusted by her wounds, and the previous wounds, to fully trust. "I think we are done here. Thank you for your time, and I hope your girls do not get into any other accidents."

The prince and the attendant left, as Cinderella sobbed, unable to do anything.

Ms. Tremaine led Cinderella back inside, and met with her daughters. "None of you were able to win us royalty, and therefore you deserve to be punished. I wanted to have a royal feast tonight, and so I shall have the next best thing. All of you, line up your feet (or what is left of them) and I shall chop them all off for our feast."

The girls exchanged glances, all shaking and hurting, not really willing to commit. Ms. Tremaine placed her knife at Anastasia's throat. "I do not want to kill you... but I do want a feast. Place your feet in a line, so that I may cut them off, or I shall cut off your heads instead. You cannot outrun me with your mangled soles, so you might as well submit." Ms. Tremaine smiled wickedly, knowing she had won.

The girls all lined up their feet (and Cinderella's single remaining foot), and Ms. Tremaine went down the line, chopping off each foot as the girls took turns screaming into a rag.

Ms. Tremaine then scraped the feet, along with the other severed bits (Cinderella's hands and tongue) into a large pot, and began to prepare the most delicious dish.

The girls nursed their wounds as Ms. Tremaine cooked, even helping each other sew up the stumps. Though Anastasia and Drisella had assisted in Cinderella's fate, they finally took pity on her, seeing that they were all victims of Tremaine's cruelty.

Once the feet and other bits had finished cooking, Ms. Tremaine removed the whole feet from the soup, and left the smaller bits inside. She poured bowls of soup for each girl, and placed a foot on each of their plates with a garnish of greens and seasoning.

The aroma that filled the house was surprisingly delicious, smelling like each girl's unique sweaty scent. The girls found themselves growing aroused at the smell and sight of this meal, something they didn't want to admit.

Ms. Tremaine kept the remaining three feet (one from each girl) for herself, feasting like a glutton on the meaty foot of Drisella, the long, slender foot of Anastasia, and the small, pointed foot of Cinderella.

The other girls took turns trying each others' feet, and did their best to not moan as they delighted in the experience. Drisella took Anastasia's severed toe and rubbed it between her legs, while Anastasia took Drisella's heel and did the same. Ms. Tremaine pretended not to notice this, content with her daughters sharing the love for feet that she secretly also had.

Once the meal was finished, Ms. Tremaine looked at her girls, and made an offer to them. "Now that you have tasted the deliciousness of feet, I offer you a choice. Accept your fate as food, and be cooked entirely by me, or join me in the pursuit of claiming the feet of other villagers in their sleep... if we cannot be rich, we can at least feast on the best part of the body each night."

The girls exchanged glances again, unsure if they wanted to agree, but also wanting to keep themselves alive. Anastasia spoke first, hesitant but aroused at the thought- "When do we start?"

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This was a wild idea I had after reading up on the original fairytale of Cinderella, which, for the record, does include a severed toe and severed heel very similar to the first half of this story. I decided to let it go off the rails, and made it all footsy and cannibal-y 😂 I hope this was enjoyable!