The Fairy Tale Collection

[Kshu]

Ok! I started something a little new! I was waiting till I had at least one story done so that I'd have something to show you guys beyond the prologue for sure haha.

Here is the prologue to start today!

I woke up in the same manner I had become accustomed to over the past week; feeling the death grip from the small, slim body of the young man, the Master’s newest servant. Moving the slight amount I am able, I peer into his face. His brow is furrowed and his face sags unhappily, reminding me of my new partner’s restless night of whimpering and clinging to me.

I have been feeling rather exhausted as every night has been spent like this. I also can’t say he has my complete sympathy as I cannot understand why he isn’t simply grateful to have been saved from the end of days by our Master. However, I have taken him in as my own family and have done everything I could to bring the social aspects of his culture into our newly formed partnership for the sake of his comfort.

It is because of this that I don’t attempt to rouse him simply by calling out his name. I take his face in one hand and lightly kiss his, cheek, his forehead, whispering his name, stroking his cotton candy colored hair. Finally, the eyes which match that which I am petting flutter open, and his lips part in a smile. He looks happier awake than when he was asleep, and repositions his arms around me, leaning against the cushion of my forearm. It only took a few days really for the human embarrassment of such open affection to fade. After all I cannot image how upsetting it would be to be taken from a culture where every member displays so much love and never feel it again.

Eventually we rise from our bed, my partner, Puck, giving his thin, bat-like wings a good stretch. His pastel hair is akin to the illustrations of fairies in my childhood story books, but the wings aren’t quite so enchanting. At only a few inches shorter than my human stature, I’d have to say he has more differences from my idea of a fairy than similarities.

“Dress yourself Puck, we need to go see the Master at a quarter past today.” I see his shoulders rise slightly in fear at the mention of our savior, but choose to ignore it. Satisfied with the soft, “Okay…” I receive as a response, I open the wardrobe and select one of the beautiful dresses the Master has taken for me. I select an ivory gown to complement my skin which has been darkening in these summer months. The wardrobe and its contents are just some of the luxury items we have been gifted by the Master, the whole room is adorned with beautiful gems and, damaged but still elegant, furnishings. It is the most frivolous servant’s quarters in the castle, reserved for the Master’s two most personal aids.

I straighten Puck’s bow tie as we head out. We close the door behind his as I take his hand, hoping to calm his fear at least a little. We have a long way to go as we leave the room designed for creatures of our size. Everything out here is about 8 times our height to accommodate the Master. Claw marks scuff the polished wood floors and the top edges of the wall paper are slightly stained and dulled with smoke.

Puck is still as a board as he walks beside me, gripping my hand tightly. “Puck… now you’ve got to stop fearing our Master to this extent. I realize he is rather intimidating, but you should be over the initial shock.” Without receiving a response, I continue as we make our way on our long commute. “He is a kind Master, he saved us all from the end of days. Don’t you see that we were spared? This castle is protected by magic, the Master protects us from the demons plaguing the land, he told me so himself.” A little disheartened by the fact that I don’t appear to have provided any consolation to my partner, I simply conclude. “Well, all in good time.”

Finally arriving at the massive door leading to our Master’s chamber, before even reaching for the rope handing down from the knob, a rather astonishing noise is heard from the other side. “Hur’ACKKKKCHHUHHHHhhh! Chufffff…” I glance at the now petrified Puck before taking hold of the rope hanging to one side and turning the knob…

[Kshu]

Ok! On to the first story!

Stockholm Syndrome and the Common Cold Pt 1

Pulling up my legs and letting my weight pull the rope, the door creaks open slowly. “Master?” I call loud enough for him to hear. I hear his gigantic bed creak as he shifts and, quietly enough not to hurt our ears, says, “Only Rin today… Sed Puck to the kidchen or wherever he cand be useful.”

I would think this request would be to my partner’s relief, but he clings to my arm and in a panicked whisper begs, “Please don’t go in there alone! It’s not safe!” I pry his fingers from my sleeve and assure him, “I’ve worked with the Master for weeks before you arrived, it will be fine. I promise I will see you later in the evening.” He doesn’t appear to have calmed at all, but I think I know how to detract his attention from our situation. “Why don’t you go find Tilly and help her and the others clean?” Finally I see him perk up a bit, just in time before we hear a slightly loud, “Rin, I amb waitig…” Once again I assure Puck that I will be fine and gently shove him down the hall.

I step into the Master’s chamber and, with great effort, pull the door shut with the rope from the inside. I announce myself and give many apologies for my lateness as I climb the makeshift stairs fashioned out of the Master’s books, up onto his bed. “Still in bed yet, Master?” I finally reach the top and take a look at him, inhaling a bit in surprise. “And in human form? You never sleep that way.” His mass of long, sea green dreadlocks slip past my ankles like hundreds of snakes as he turns to face me.

“Rinnnnnnn… I feel too sigck to be a huge, scaly mondster today…” A lazy exclamation slips past his fangs as he tries to draw me towards him, nudging me with his hand. I slip slightly to the side to avoid his still claw-like fingernails. He slowly opens one orange eye to look for me and I can’t help but blush; he is incredibly handsome in this form, despite his head being my entire height.

I realize what he has said to me and confirm, “Sick, sir?” My answer doesn’t come with words, although I am certainly given one. “Huh… HUH…” He turns only a few degrees away from me and covers his mouth with his blanket, nose peeking out just above it. “hUR… EHHAPt’CHEWWWW!” Jolting forward, the bed moves sharply and I catch my fall to the mattress with both hands. A light smoke escapes his nostrils from the sneeze; floating up around his nose ring. He sniffles too soon after, sucking it back in and making him cough. “Yes-*COUGH, Cughh…* Sigck…”

I move my tiny, hand to his forehead, which is shimmering with a million little scales, light like Puck’s pale skin. “You’re hotter than usual Master, do you feel quite awful?” I question and his temperature nearly burns my hand. “Yes, by nose, I thidk I’ve caught a code here…” He sniffles, rubbing at the epicenter of his suffering with the back of a clawed finger. “Could you brig be a hadkerchiev? Frob the tobp drawer?” I glance over at the dresser, which is a slight walk for me, though each compartment is slightly open so I may climb the handles and drawer tops.

“Of course, sir.” I stroke his forehead once or twice before heading down. I don’t think much on the way there, and before I know it, I’ve reached the top drawer. I grab two handkerchiefs for good measure, and look to the floor. All at once, my exhaustion catches up with me and I wonder how I’ll ever get back to the bed. The Master notices my hesitation and impatiently huffs, “Hurry ub Rin.” Even I admit to feeling frightened when I hear him losing his fiery temper, and this fear fuels an idea. I grab all four corners of the doubled-up handkerchiefs and leap from the dresser. It doesn’t work as I’d hoped… I’m falling, too fast. I squint my eyes tight when suddenly I feel a breeze from below. I slowly open my eyes and see that I’m rising. Looking to the Master, I see him leaning up out of bed, that he has aimed his breath at the floor, and it comes up to keep me afloat.

In a moment though, I am falling again. And then I’m not. And then I am. I manage to keep my eyes open despite my fear and see that the Master appears to be struggling. “Ah-huh… Huh… HUH… HUH-PT’ATCHHSHHHHuhhhh!” Suddenly I’m shot far up towards the ceiling, light smoke rising faster than me all around. I squint my eyes shut tight for the last time as I plummet downward…

I land somewhere soft and peek up to see my Master’s large face. He’s caught me in his hand and scolds me with such feeling that his sick, hoarse voice is exasperated. “Rin! Whad a dumb thig to do! I would’ve cub to gedt you if you were tired.” I kind of feel like that’s not exactly true, but don’t want him to feel bad. “I know you would’ve Master, but I didn’t want you to have to get up since you’re feeling unwell.” As if he just remembered that he isn’t feeling up to snuff, he clutches me to his chest and flops dramatically back down to the bed. “Yeah… snf…”

I don’t say anything for a while, and eventually realize that the Master has fallen asleep. Unable to move as I am still in his grasp, I decide that maybe a nap isn’t a bad idea. Handkerchiefs still in my arms, I fold up a corner and use them as a pillow upon my Master’s finger, falling asleep quickly.

Edited September 9, 2015 by Kshu

[Garnet]

Whaaat the heck, I am so very intrigued by these characters and this world! The Master sounds interesting (and sexy) as hell, this hits a lot of my fantasy and fetish buttons in one. So looking forward to see where you go with this!

[Hovercuke]

Great story! I love how this is turning out so far! Can't wait to read more!

[Kshu]

Aw, thanks guys!!!

Pt 2 and the last part of this story!

I wake up to a sharp tug on my scalp, and try to look up to find the source. Upon moving my head, it tugs again and I wince in pain. I soon become aware of the suction that is creating a breeze, gently taking my hair with it. Slowly, I realize what’s happening.

“snf… heh… huh… HEH…” I can easily free myself in his loose grasp, but as I try- “Owwwww…” I am stopped and feel intense pain on my head once again. I finally see the problem; the ends of my long hair are tangled in the Master’s nose ring! I grab hold of my hair and start pulling, causing the Master’s red nose to flush even darker from the attention. His face is also looking more and more irritated both with my tugging and with the impending sneeze.

“Hah… eh…” He’s still asleep or in a groggy state in between, simply raising his hand with me in it to rub against his reddening nostrils. “Ah… AHHHH…” His mouth is wide open now, and he sleepily takes his handkerchief up towards his chapped nose. “M-Master!” But even my loud exclamation doesn’t stir him. I am now pressed between his hand and handkerchief, unable to escape. “Snf, HEH…”I feel the wetness from the rim of his nostrils having soaked through the handkerchief as well as my dress in certain spots.

Finally, the dreadful moment has arrived. “Hurheh… ehk… EHHHH-ET’CHUSHHHHEWwww…UFFffffCHAHHHH! SNFFFF.” A very liquid sniff is representative of his last two sneezes, what was just a gradual seeping of wetness onto my body is now my entire front below the neck feeling coated in a sopping, slightly slippery mucous. The small amount of smoke escapes his nostrils and I give a light cough. But despite this sign that follows his sneezes, he isn’t finished yet.

“Egghh… Hep… HURASCHHUHHHH! HN..uh…EXXXXEWWWW! HUR’ASHHHOOOEW! Hurgh…”

“Hurgh…” Is right! I am truly speechless… Slowly the Master awakens and realizes what has happened. He looks absolutely mortified and ashamed; I immediately think that I don’t want him to feel bad, yet I’m not sure what to say. “Ummm… My hair… Was caught in your nose ring…” He just looks down at me for a second. “Oh…” Awkwardly, he loosens his grip a bit. “Cand you… Ged id udtandgled? *snf…” It doesn’t take long to tug my hair loose; I don’t even feel the Master wince as I yank it free.

It’s silent for a few more seconds before the Master speaks with resolve. “I’ll ged you cleanded ub.” He grabs the telephone which is wired to a type of speaker system across the castle. “Puck! Please brig Rin a change of clothes!” Knowing Puck will be unsettled by this request, I reach up and tug the phone towards myself. “I’m fine by the way, Puck!” The Master shoots me some type of look but doesn’t comment, instead hanging up the phone.

He shifts himself up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Surprised, I look up at him from my place in his hand (it’s possible that I am stuck there…) “Master? Is it alright for you to be out of bed?” He had seemed to be feeling so sick… He sighs and dismisses my concern, “Id’s just a code Rin…”

We reach the Master’s private bathroom and he sets me on the ledge of the sink. “Well, ged uddresed thed.” Um… I’ll do just about anything he asks, but… “Master…? Um, maybe that could wait until you’re out of the room…?” He looks a little irritated. “Dod’d you add Puck sleep id the sabe bed nude?” I answer carefully. “Well… yes. But that was just in an effort to make Puck feel more at home here, it’s his culture for those who are close to have little of such boundaries…”

The Master says nothing further. I watch him shut the drain and turn on the water, testing the temperature with his fingers. Quietly sniffling, he waits for it to fill without saying anything for a while. I am worried I have offended him, or worse, angered him. “Master…?” I look up to see what has, in part, rendered him speechless. “Huh… huh… HUH… HUR’ASCHOOO!” A small amount of fire actually escapes his lips instead of smoke, seemingly a sign of returning health.

Before I can comment on it though, he speaks quietly. “You add Puck are very close…” Not sure if he will continue, I remain silent until he does. “I wish do be close with the both of you. Bud your friedship seebs based od sobethig… skewed. Add Puck is afraid of be…” I rush to reassure him. “Master, I am your friend because I feel such gratitude. And Puck will too in time, I think he has just not come to accept the end of days and appreciate your hospitality in this horrid time in the outside world.” The Master looks at me and gives a little huff. “You clig to thad story… You are the odly ode who does… And yed you are the odly ode I tried to be truthful with…”

Why…? I hate when he talks like this, I don’t understand and I don’t want to understand. I just give a conflicted smile. “I adore you, Master.” This appears to be little consolation as the Master, now seemingly in a poor mood, mumbles something about me cleaning myself up and leaves the room, shutting the door.

I peel the wet, sticky dress off of myself and slip carefully into the warm waters of the sink. My thoughts wander around our conversation until I am snapped back into the present. “Hur… AshhhHHHH’uh! ASHHHHHEW!” A muffled sneeze can be heard on the other side of the door, below me actually. The master must be sitting against the back of the door… I decide to try one more time to make him feel better. “Master?” I call loudly. “Maybe it would help if you learned a bit about Puck and what kind of things I’ve done to try and make him comfortable with me?” There is a long silence, and finally, “Ok…” As I wash myself, I talk all about my last month with Puck since he was rescued. The Master even asks questions and makes sure I know that he is listening.

A few minutes later, I am giggling as the Master returns to the bathroom, his cheeks as red as his sore nose. He is covering his eyes in order to hand me a clean handkerchief to use as a towel. I dry off and wrap it around my body, once again climbing into the Master’s hand to meet Puck who has arrived at the door.

As we discussed earlier, the Master lies on this stomach near the door, trying to seem as small as possible. He tugs the leather strap to turn the door knob. We can see that Puck’s face was initially fearful, but he is now overtaken with surprise. “Um… Master? What are you doing on the floor sir?” Puck shifts his eyes to me, looking for an answer. The Master looks embarrassed but speaks for himself. “I am trying to seem small so you won’t be afraid…” Puck is speechless, he simply nods, mouth slightly agape, and holds out the dress for me.

The Master reaches forward slightly with both hands, taking the dress in one, and taking Puck’s hand with his other thumb and forefinger. “Thadk you…” I see Puck instinctively grasp the Master’s finger. “You’re welcome, sir…” No one moves for a second, until we are taken by surprise by a very sudden, “HET’CHuhhh!”

Puck is knocked to the floor, looking just as surprised as we all are. For a split second, the tension of the room spikes, and then just as quickly melt. “Pfff… Heh, heh, hahaha!” Still sitting on the floor, Puck can’t seem to help but burst into laughter. I smile as I think to myself that it might be the first time I’ve heard him laugh. My smile in nowhere as big as the one next to me though, The Master’s sharp teeth are showing as he grins ear to ear. Maybe it will take a while for my family to all get along, but I’d say this is a good start.

[LapidotLover22]

Is the Master a dragon...? He sounds like a dragon.

Love the story

Edited September 10, 2015 by SoulSong22