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charisstomaTitle: The Tale of Seven Vertically Challenged Men
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1294
Content: m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m, explicit fractured fairytale
The marriage between Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming was scheduled for six months hence; but anyone who has been involved with one of those things knows that they involve a lot planning. There’s the church, the caterer, the flowers, the music, the invitations, where the reception was going to be held, where the guests were going to be housed, then there’s the bride herself and all her fripperies.
Les had been given the task of delivering the invitation to and convincing the bride’s former employers to attend the wedding. He took it gladly hoping to escape for as long as possible all of the upheaval that the wedding entailed. If he could string it out to reappear on the day of the wedding all the better. And so, invitation safely stowed away and with sketchy directions, Les set off to find these dwarves who lived in a little cottage deep in the forest and who owned and operated a small but reasonably profitable mining operation.
There were a few false stops; cottages did look alike and most were situated in the forest. There were some very hospitable village lasses that he’d almost not got away from in time; he was on a mission after all. What anyone thought to put a bordello in the middle of a forest … Well, he wasn’t the type for that sort of thing anyway. After the third witch, Les was getting a bit tired of the whole thing but he was the middle son and therefore was obligated to try harder.
Finally he came upon a little cottage that seemed to fit the description. Just in case, he sat in the forest and spied upon the place checking who entered and who left. If they were dwarves it was a fair guess that he’d found the correct idyllic former home of his sister-in-law to be. When dusk lowered and seven short figures filed in with the hilarity normally reserved for a night out at the inn and many flagons of ale, he knew that he had arrived at his destination.
He’d been warned that the dwarves weren’t too hospitable at first so he took the precaution of stabling his horse , doing the feeding and watering and brushing before presenting himself at the door. A guest who has the appearance of a fait accompli would at least be given a place to stay through the night, he thought.
He rapped on the door and waited. And he waited. And he waited before the door was opened by a sleepy eyed dwarf who’d obviously only thrown on a pair of pants and that without tying them up all the way. Les would be surprised if the man sneezed and they didn’t fall around his ankles.
“It’s late I know, I’m sorry but I’ve traveled a long ways for a long time. I come bearing an invitation to the wedding for you from the King and Queen of the next kingdom over. Could I stay the night, my horse is already stabled in back and I’m really quite tired,” asked the Prince.
The sleepy little man, looked him up and down, seeming to wake some from his lethargy. “We’ve only got the seven beds. You’ll have to share. Let me ask the others,” and he shut the door. Shortly another little man opened the door apologizing for the wait. “Come in. Come in. You’re very welcome. You have eaten I hope. All we have is ale until the morrow.”
The prince said he quite understood and thank him, he was thirsty and had to bend over to enter through the doorway. He could have sworn that a hand ghosted over the back of his trousers but he was tired and had been in the saddle and then on a tree stump for a very long time. In short his ass was numb.
The ale was good and quite potent. When told he could leave his clothing out in the main room he was more than eager to comply to get into bed to sleep and was directed to the first of the beds near the door whose occupant was already there with the covers pulled back invitingly. Before crawling in it was suggested that even his underwear should be left outside the bed as it would get quite warm soon. Slightly tipsy and with eyes that wanted to close Les dropped his knickers atop the blankets settling to sleep and dreamed an interesting dream.
Rough calloused hands explored his body from the rear, starting at his shoulders and working their way down to his nipples, giving them light pinches that increased in their pressure and then decreased to repeat the cycle. What felt like a hard smooth stick had fitted itself between the junction of his legs and worked itself back and forth tapping up against his balls from behind in time to the hardest of the pinches. When he would have awoken the stick placed itself against the entrance to his ass, pushing forward once and pouring forth a warm pulsing.
The second bed’s occupant, came and got him, tsking and saying that Wanting had been just that in how he treated his visitor and that he, Sucking, would do better. The prince found himself enclosed inside a warm wet mouth that did indeed give great hospitality, bobbing up and down while the warm fluid that had been left at his entrance was slicked around and inside by means of an inquisitive finger soon joined by one of its brothers. The prince’s moans had to be loud enough to have aroused the other occupants of the room when the dwarf swiveled himself around presenting his cock to the prince’s mouth. A simple press to a spot found inside his portal had the prince’s mouth open fast enough and so he was soon presented with a meal, liquid though it was. It was a fair exchange.
So it went with the rest of the beds and through the night. When morning came the prince was wrung out, opened up to new experiences that he found most enjoyable, and emptied of his fluids; as soon as he had been able to rest he thought he might not mind accepting another night of the little cottage’s pleasantries. After a week, he could name each dwarf easily, he’d cried out their names often enough. By the end of the month he was forming the intention of staying as long as the dwarves would let him and traveling back with them to the wedding.
Arriving at the palace with his seven charges, he thought that his large bed could adequately sleep or something like that all eight of them. This should please his mother. He would have see the royal apothecary soon but he did have what was needed to serve this night he thought and sent to the kitchens to have delivered foods for his party. It was a good thing that his rooms were separate at the top of the west turret with an rear portal that one could enter and exit from the outside, he wouldn‘t want to wake any of the other guests.
The wedding went well the next day, Les and his seven bedmates sat on the soft cushions in the royal box. It was only at the reception that the Bride asked to be made acquainted with the dwarves that kept him in such a possessive circle. It seems he’d gone to the wrong cottage.
So the Prince Less T. Charming introduced his sister-in-law to his common law husbands; Lustful, Wanting, Sucking, Jealous, Needy, Sated, and Moe.
“Moe?” had asked the Bride and been told it was a joke; something about 3 Stoogies. The seventh dwarf was actually Morally Questionable.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1294
Content: m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m, explicit fractured fairytale
The marriage between Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming was scheduled for six months hence; but anyone who has been involved with one of those things knows that they involve a lot planning. There’s the church, the caterer, the flowers, the music, the invitations, where the reception was going to be held, where the guests were going to be housed, then there’s the bride herself and all her fripperies.
Les had been given the task of delivering the invitation to and convincing the bride’s former employers to attend the wedding. He took it gladly hoping to escape for as long as possible all of the upheaval that the wedding entailed. If he could string it out to reappear on the day of the wedding all the better. And so, invitation safely stowed away and with sketchy directions, Les set off to find these dwarves who lived in a little cottage deep in the forest and who owned and operated a small but reasonably profitable mining operation.
There were a few false stops; cottages did look alike and most were situated in the forest. There were some very hospitable village lasses that he’d almost not got away from in time; he was on a mission after all. What anyone thought to put a bordello in the middle of a forest … Well, he wasn’t the type for that sort of thing anyway. After the third witch, Les was getting a bit tired of the whole thing but he was the middle son and therefore was obligated to try harder.
Finally he came upon a little cottage that seemed to fit the description. Just in case, he sat in the forest and spied upon the place checking who entered and who left. If they were dwarves it was a fair guess that he’d found the correct idyllic former home of his sister-in-law to be. When dusk lowered and seven short figures filed in with the hilarity normally reserved for a night out at the inn and many flagons of ale, he knew that he had arrived at his destination.
He’d been warned that the dwarves weren’t too hospitable at first so he took the precaution of stabling his horse , doing the feeding and watering and brushing before presenting himself at the door. A guest who has the appearance of a fait accompli would at least be given a place to stay through the night, he thought.
He rapped on the door and waited. And he waited. And he waited before the door was opened by a sleepy eyed dwarf who’d obviously only thrown on a pair of pants and that without tying them up all the way. Les would be surprised if the man sneezed and they didn’t fall around his ankles.
“It’s late I know, I’m sorry but I’ve traveled a long ways for a long time. I come bearing an invitation to the wedding for you from the King and Queen of the next kingdom over. Could I stay the night, my horse is already stabled in back and I’m really quite tired,” asked the Prince.
The sleepy little man, looked him up and down, seeming to wake some from his lethargy. “We’ve only got the seven beds. You’ll have to share. Let me ask the others,” and he shut the door. Shortly another little man opened the door apologizing for the wait. “Come in. Come in. You’re very welcome. You have eaten I hope. All we have is ale until the morrow.”
The prince said he quite understood and thank him, he was thirsty and had to bend over to enter through the doorway. He could have sworn that a hand ghosted over the back of his trousers but he was tired and had been in the saddle and then on a tree stump for a very long time. In short his ass was numb.
The ale was good and quite potent. When told he could leave his clothing out in the main room he was more than eager to comply to get into bed to sleep and was directed to the first of the beds near the door whose occupant was already there with the covers pulled back invitingly. Before crawling in it was suggested that even his underwear should be left outside the bed as it would get quite warm soon. Slightly tipsy and with eyes that wanted to close Les dropped his knickers atop the blankets settling to sleep and dreamed an interesting dream.
Rough calloused hands explored his body from the rear, starting at his shoulders and working their way down to his nipples, giving them light pinches that increased in their pressure and then decreased to repeat the cycle. What felt like a hard smooth stick had fitted itself between the junction of his legs and worked itself back and forth tapping up against his balls from behind in time to the hardest of the pinches. When he would have awoken the stick placed itself against the entrance to his ass, pushing forward once and pouring forth a warm pulsing.
The second bed’s occupant, came and got him, tsking and saying that Wanting had been just that in how he treated his visitor and that he, Sucking, would do better. The prince found himself enclosed inside a warm wet mouth that did indeed give great hospitality, bobbing up and down while the warm fluid that had been left at his entrance was slicked around and inside by means of an inquisitive finger soon joined by one of its brothers. The prince’s moans had to be loud enough to have aroused the other occupants of the room when the dwarf swiveled himself around presenting his cock to the prince’s mouth. A simple press to a spot found inside his portal had the prince’s mouth open fast enough and so he was soon presented with a meal, liquid though it was. It was a fair exchange.
So it went with the rest of the beds and through the night. When morning came the prince was wrung out, opened up to new experiences that he found most enjoyable, and emptied of his fluids; as soon as he had been able to rest he thought he might not mind accepting another night of the little cottage’s pleasantries. After a week, he could name each dwarf easily, he’d cried out their names often enough. By the end of the month he was forming the intention of staying as long as the dwarves would let him and traveling back with them to the wedding.
Arriving at the palace with his seven charges, he thought that his large bed could adequately sleep or something like that all eight of them. This should please his mother. He would have see the royal apothecary soon but he did have what was needed to serve this night he thought and sent to the kitchens to have delivered foods for his party. It was a good thing that his rooms were separate at the top of the west turret with an rear portal that one could enter and exit from the outside, he wouldn‘t want to wake any of the other guests.
The wedding went well the next day, Les and his seven bedmates sat on the soft cushions in the royal box. It was only at the reception that the Bride asked to be made acquainted with the dwarves that kept him in such a possessive circle. It seems he’d gone to the wrong cottage.
So the Prince Less T. Charming introduced his sister-in-law to his common law husbands; Lustful, Wanting, Sucking, Jealous, Needy, Sated, and Moe.
“Moe?” had asked the Bride and been told it was a joke; something about 3 Stoogies. The seventh dwarf was actually Morally Questionable.
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Date: 2011-07-18 08:33 am (UTC)LOL Brilliant ♥_♥ a fairytale only you could write ;) I'm gonna read it again after sleep :D
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Date: 2011-07-18 02:48 pm (UTC)Maybe they will like his one big bed enough to want one at their own cottage. That would end the possible chills as he bed-hopped.
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Date: 2011-07-18 07:54 pm (UTC)There's the little cottage of bondage that springs to mind which I have not the experience or research to write. The little home cottage industry of sexual toys with their promotional tours. The more prozaic cottages of manufacturing of alcoholic spirits and bread,that are next door to each other with connected bedroom.
*am running away now, escaping* Thanks.
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Date: 2011-07-20 03:35 pm (UTC)*snicker*
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Date: 2011-07-20 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-20 08:24 pm (UTC)Comings cummings and goings *whistles*
And I need another excuse to use that icon *grins*
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Date: 2011-07-18 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-18 07:43 pm (UTC)Thank you. The Stoogies are very non-PC. It was a younger more 'innocent?' time. I'm glad you liked it. *grins* It was fun to write.
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Date: 2011-07-18 05:11 pm (UTC)Maybe you should put this up for a fairytale collection? *snortle*
Meep is right, this is a fairytale like only you could have written *hugs*
Fantastic! ^_~
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Date: 2011-07-18 08:01 pm (UTC)Actually rykaine is part of the Less than 3 Press. It's a submission of sorts *snickers* and that does not take me back up to the comments made to Frogs above. How many cottages in the wood can there beeeeee? *wails*
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Date: 2011-07-20 03:45 pm (UTC)Charis has started with the seven virtually challenged men
I'm busy writing Goldie locked with three bears
So now it's your turn :D plenty to chose from, we can offer
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Date: 2011-07-20 04:53 pm (UTC)Which fairytale? All the ones that come to mind are about princesses. And I'm guessing Unzel doesn't count? *hopeful look*
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:02 pm (UTC)Nope not Unzel, we need more fairy princes, bad puns, lusty wood dwellers and mishcief.
Um I've shamlessly warped as many as I could think of in mine! Work has a disney promotion and has been playing the songs repeatedly *sniffle* I'm enjoying taking my revenge *snicker* it was supposed to be a short story /fail, I aim to get it posted today....and the other prince story /massive fail!
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:05 pm (UTC)So I'm still in a very daring mood *evil grin*
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-20 05:09 pm (UTC)Plunnies. My story has plunnies to ;) :
Over half the frogs hopping about had bunny ears, the remaining few wearing crowns
Frog-plunnies! *beams proudly*
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:17 pm (UTC)Oh and you promised part 2 of the Elrond tales/tails ^_^
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:21 pm (UTC)*looks pityful*
*slinks away guiltily*
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-20 07:14 pm (UTC)I can inadvertently plunny someone..*shifty eyes* *shifty eyes to the other side* I could do research to discover the truth but *yawns* who needs to have one's gifts exposed? *blinks* I sound overendowed there.
Oh look, more comments that need reading. *runs*
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Date: 2011-07-20 07:25 pm (UTC)*pulls you back into a hug* We're like minded honey. You don't need to explain it to me. Nor run from me! *evil grin*
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Date: 2011-07-20 08:20 pm (UTC)mmm possibly inadvertantly, gulible little meep had an idea from reading of her 7 and she brazenly encouraged it *sigh*
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Date: 2011-07-20 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:28 pm (UTC)First few songs were pleasant but all night when you're feeling tired it's torture! Doesn't help when they play a song with a female singer then another then go back to the first song but now by a male singer. And the whistling and the squeaky voices and high warbling notes.....*sobs*
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-20 07:37 pm (UTC)What do you do to me Charis *wails*
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Date: 2011-07-20 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-20 10:29 pm (UTC)Something to do with one of the dwarves being taken to one of the cottages; the little cottage in the woods bordello, the cottages of ropes or there was that one that had to do with wheels hmm the little cottage of rimming was it?
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Date: 2011-07-20 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-20 07:29 pm (UTC)Does the math. You had 3 boys in a 3 year time frame. BIG EYES at you. I believe we've talked cape wearing before.
Blood/vomit/excretion, *grins* yours is a lively household.
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Date: 2011-07-20 07:52 pm (UTC)I had them two resp. four years apart....#_# That was all I could manage. Closer would have left me ... let us say ... less than I am today (to put it mildly).
Yes mine is a lively household *grins* How could it not with a mom like this *grins even wider* But a girl will sadly never experience having these three older brothers. Because:
1- I suspect hubby doesn't have female seed *facepalm*
2- another boy would only increase the whirlwind, no thank you mam, chances are at best fifty fifty and I'm not big on taking chances like that #_#
3- we've already taken steps to insure that there will be NO MORE KIDS...as much as I loved being pregnant...the whole hormonal thing and then baby thing is kinda exhausting....And I'm not even talking about keeping the big ones in line here *exhausted sigh*
I think IF there was a last girl, she'd more like a boy than the other three. How could she not be. With three older brothers with a frilly pink allergy and those songs and I'm guessing future anti-girl club meetings in the living room. (asking mom to bring tea and biscuits #_# because obviously mom is not a girl *dejected sigh*)
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Date: 2011-07-19 01:25 am (UTC)*grins* Thank you. I have a Winnie the Pooh and Eeyore short fracturing that I'm told curdles the psyche.... ;>
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Date: 2011-07-21 03:05 am (UTC)Not that a vertically challenged person has to be a fairy. er.. anyway. Ir you see this concept in a future drabble, pretend you've never seen it.
Yes, I too watched the 3 Stooges after school. It would now be banned for being non-PC; bullying & violence, but then so should clowns and they still are rampant.