The Glass Stiletto

((All I have to say is, why not!
Be warned, nonsensical madness will ensue with some adult themes.))

The twittering of a single bird on his windowsill drifted to the young males ears, light shining through ragged curtains. But that wasn't the only thing he heard, a call of a male was cominng from distinctly near to him, one eye opening curiously to see the figure stood half hanging out of his window, of the highest room in the tallest tower, shouting some jibberish about wanting his one true love to come and rescue him. "Excuse me?" Slipping out of bed, he seemed less concerned about the fact that all he was wearing was a white slip, and was more worried about the stranger in his room, who he noted was adorned in a bright pink puffy ball gown that lead him to resemble a big wad of candy floss. "What are you doing in my room?"

"I am here to await my one true prince!" Turning round the male soon became familiar. Make up all over his face, the long blonde hair shaved at the sides so he technically had an overgrown, blonde mohawk braid, Tetsu knew exactly who this was.
"Jojo?"
"Jojo? There is no Jojo here, I am the Princess Rapunzel!"
Crossing arms over his chest in a severely unimpressed manner, he seemed to consider his options for a while before simply raising a leg, implanting his foot in the small of 'Rapunzels' back and kicking him out from the window, mumbling to himself. "Stay in your own story..."

With that out of the way, quite literally, our young Princess took the time to actually take in where he was. A dank, filthy room that he felt was dirtying him just as he stood still, "oh no..." Looking down at himself though it seemed the room was just the worst of it, a blood curdling scream escaping him as he finally saw the white, grubby, un-fitted, hideous slip that hung from his shoulders. Rummaging around the room in the hopes of something slightly less vomit-enducing, he somehow managed to create something slightly presentable out of what could only be described as rags, admiring his handy work as he looked less like a slave wearing a nice pair of short-shorts he had made from an old skirt, and had taken in an old baggy blouse so it actually looked like it fit him.

"Fagerella; you look simply delightful this morning~!" A soft chirpy sounding voice came from over by the window, a very familiar voice that he recognised to be Jenny eminated from a small sparrow perched on the windowledge.
"What did you say?"
"I was just commenting on how beautiful you look."
"No, what did you call me?" He certainly hadn't heard 'Tetsu' when she spoke, and had a horrible feeling that this dream was going to get a lot worse than it already was."
"Why your name of course, Young Fagarella."
This was just fantastic, as he exclaimined in a low mumble to himself, eyes looking around the room. So, surely he would be expected to go and clean and cook for his step-family any minute now if this was going to follow Cinderella's story line properly.
"What a beautiful morning it is, don't you think mistress?" Hopping over the length of the windowsill, following Tetsu's movements as he tried to work out what in hell he was going to do, he was vaguely listening to the chattering of the little bird. "Its a morning befitting of a song. Come, let us sing to the beauty of the wo-."
"Lets not..." Peering at the door he realised he'd have to go down there and await the torture of what he'd have to do. Before the small bird could even kick up a fuss about his objections, he was out the door of his room, tottering down the spiral staircase to face one of his worst fears; manual labour.

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Down at the bottom of the stairs of the huge, stone, house, Tetsu looked quite perplexed, it being obvious that he didn't even know where to start with things. Things seemed to be looking up for him however when two figures squeezed out a hole in the sideboard, rising to a full height of a nomal person, and that wasn't the strangest thing about the whole situation believe it or not. Stood infront of him, in fluffy animal suits with stick on whiskers and ears stood Evander and Nat, or Jack Jack and Gus as he assumed.
"How did you...?" Peering back from the size of them now to the small hole they crawled from, he decided it probably wasn't best to understand these kinds of things, and that doing so would just give him a headache.
"What do you need us to do Fagerelley?" Whincing inwardly at that name being said again, the rag clad man peered around at what would need doing. If he played his cards right, he could get away with doing nothing in the way of cleaning, and leave it up to those trusting 'mice'.
"Evander, can you make breakfast for the evil bitches, and Nat, you can clean. I'll supervise." Leaving them to get on with it, taking a seat for himself at the kitchen table, the mice scurried around him getting to there jobs all too eagerly, beginning to sing a chorus of 'Faggerely' in an all too optimistic tone, to which the seated teen put a stop to with a firm 'No singing!' and beginning to wonder what it was about this place and people feeling the need to burst into song for no reason whatsoever.

Just as he was getting comfortable in his chair, actually getting ready for a bit of a nap, a voice he never hoped to ever hear in a dream pierced his mind. "What's y'all doing sat there Faggerely?" Jason. Smith. Stomping into the kitchen, the image did seem to give Tetsu a bit of an entertaining image what with the dark-haired male being clad in a lemon yellow dress, very similar to the one jojo was wearing before he had been kicked out of the window, infact thinking about it, our distressed Princess of the story thought that perhaps he should go and make sure he was okay. This thought, however, was quickly dismissed as a bad idea and he decided to sit and inwardly laugh at the site of Jason before him.
"My god you look hideous, Jason."
Snickering, Jason looked down at him, attempting a loom to try and come of as intimidating. "Me? I'm not the one wearing dirty rags."
"No, you're the one who looks like a lemon. No surprises really that you are one of the ugly sisters." Rising from his chair he wandered past Jason, smug smirk on his lips as he signalled for Evander and Nat to follow him.
"Yeah, well... maybe that's because I am an ugly sister!" Trying his best at a witty comeback hadn't worked as planned, as he was stood their looking confused trying to work out what was wrong which allowed Tetsu to happily confirm in his mind how much of an idiot his proclaimed step-sister was.
As it was he began heading back up to his room to get away from the nonsense that was this house, and on the way passed another mass of bundling material, this time however it was brown and its wearer was Olivia whom he recogised easily. "Jason! Where are my shoes? I was going to wear them tonight!" The words came and went as soon as they came and he heard a slap from the kitchen, the two simply fighting over the shoe dilemma, which had sprung to mind the royal ball that was to be happening at the castle right now. It was obvious that little Fagerella hadn't been given an invitation, or so he thought, but as he approached stairwell he noticed a small letter poking out of a bookshelf, extremely badly hidden, but it was addressed to him and as he opened it his eyes lit up, it was his own invitation for the ball.

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Having run up the stairs swiftly; the fastest he'd move all day, he set to work on making a dress to attend in with the help of the two mice and Jenny in bird form who had for some reason remained perched on the windowledge. In no time at all he managed to construct a beautiful, elegant dress, floor length with a very alluring split up the side in the hope of drawing in some male attention. All of his work however meant that he had abandoned his duties and had thus forgotten to send Nat and Evander off to make lunch for the sisters and Step-Mother Florian, and before he knew it Jason was there kicking in the door, Olivia stood with arms crossed over her chest behind him. "Mother wants to know why you're slacking." Looking into the room as he spoke, Jason spotted the dress, scoffing along with his sister who was stood behind him. "What is that?"
"That is my dress for the ball so can you get out while I finish it."
"Ha, you're not going to the ball. Why'd you even want to?" Olivia's derogative tone drew a glare that could kill onto Tetsu's face.
"Because I am going to get me a man and finally get out of this hell hole of a house." Speaking into the dress as he continued to hand stitch some of the hem, while Evander held it level for him.
"No-one will ever love you." Speaking in unison the two barged into the room, ripping the dress from its mannequin and ran off giggling like twelve year olds before Tetsu even had the time to stand up.
"Stupid ancestuous, drag queen lesbians." Mumbling to himself, he tried to recover the disaster that was the destroyed dress, but to no avail. "It's useless... it's ruined."
"Now, now Fagerella," proclaimed Jenny as she fluttered to perch on his hand, taking a deep breathe through her little beak.
"If you start singing I am going to throw you against the wall."
With a large exhalation the little bird fluttered off, leaving Tetsu be as he rummaged around the room, finding a stash of wine bottles and opening one up, all prepared to spend his night drowning his sorrows.

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It was a beautiful night outside, as the slightly inebriated male stumbled out into the gardens of the large manor house. Everyone had left for the ball so he was left on his own, and had decided to go outside and try and see some point in life by staring at the stars, and perhaps get in an argument with a couple of tree's to make himself feel better.
However just as he was squaring up to one of them, there was a large puff of light and there was suddenly a young, blonde haired man floating, wearing a silvery tutu with little wings that seemed to defy all logic and keep him airborne. "Oh Fagerella, what have you done?"
"None of your business..." Trying to turn away from the fairy, the floating being reappeared infront of him, causing the poor male to stumble slightly, falling onto his backside and staring up at the glowing... thing.
"Let me introduce myself, I am your FairyGodFather, Lake, and I am hear to make sure you get to the ball."
"Are you going to sing?"
"That was part of the plan."
"Can you do it without it?"
"Well I guess but it wouldn't be half as fun!" Face lit up with the anticipation of getting to perform his own little musical number, but it seemed his company didn't seem to approve of this enthusiasm. "Or I can do it without... that's fine...you grumpy bastard..." Mumbling to himself, he went and picked up a pumpkin, just to have it shout back at him.
"Put me down! What do you think you are doing? I'll call rape. Don't think I won't. RAPE!" Raising an eyebrow as Lake ignored the vegetables shouts that were getting louder and shriller, the silver clad man placed it down on the floor.
"Shut up Zak, I'm turning you into a carriage and I can't do that if you are shouting!"
"Ooooh a carriage? I always wanted to be one of those!"
Shaking his head, Tetsu watched as the excited pumpkin transformed into a large silver carriage, ignoring its shouted question of "Am I pretty, now?"
"Right, now we need something to draw the carriage..." Looking around, Lake caught site of the two human mice as they came in the hopes of finding Fagerella after he wandered of in his drunken stupor. "They'll do!" With a flick of his wand, the two mice were transformed into the most peculiar horses known to man, mousey brown in colour with all the characteristics of a normal horse, except they still had whiskers and the ears of a mouse.
With a rather defeated exhalation, our damsel looked to Lake who did seem rather sheepish about what had happened here. "You're not very good at this are you?"
"Ehehehe..." There was a little nervous laugh, "well if you'd let me sing..." The look he obtained for that statement had him shut up, gathering himself. "Right, last thing you'll need is a dress."
As soon as he finished saying that, empty wine bottle was cracked over the fairies head causing him to collapse unconscious onto the floor. "Oh no you don't, not after you messed up my horses."

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Having constructed an outfit, Fagerella got in his carriage, drawn by his butt-ugly horse beasts and made his way to the castle. After only getting lost once, and having to deal with Zak complaining all the way that it was cold and the road was bumpy they finally arrived, with a little forwarning from his carriage that at midnight they'd transform to their original forms, and a statement on his behalf to Nat and Evander that he didn't want to come back to 'see anyone being mounted'.
Standing infront of Constance Castle for a few moments he wandered through the entrance, showing his invitation and making his way into the main hall, just to get some exceptionally weird looks.
Stood their at the top of the stairs stood the slim asian, in a skin tight, very short, pvc dress with matchine collar, fishnet stockings and a pair of beautiful shoes that had been awaiting him in the carriage. With a large platform and a stiletto heel that looked it could do some considerable damage the shoes were constructed out of glass, and not only did they look good they made him look slightly taller.
Walking down to the crowds, it didn't take long for him to start drinking through the hotels supply of wine, and retaliating to peoples questions about his outfit with 'Well if you're going to do drag, you might aswell do it right."
By the time it hit half eleven, the male was having fun trying to stay standing, often using people to stay steady and had managed to get lost in the castle several times. Just as he turned to walk he once again stumbled, hands grasping the nearest person.
"Are you okay?" Looking up to the owner of the accented voice, cheeks blushed. It could have been from the beautiful man he was currently leant up against, or it could have been the excessive amount of alcohol in his blood stream. But what he did now was that when the finely clad male asked him to dance he simply couldn't turn him down.
They stood waltzing for what felt like an eternity, although in reality it was only 30 minutes as he soon heard the clock begin to strike midnight, and remembered what the idiotic carriage had said to him.
"I'm so sorry, I have to go..."
Before the blonde haired male he was dancing with could stop him he had turned around and was attempting to run back out of the castle, somehow succeeding until it came to a step. Tripping up, a shoe fell off but he didn't have time to retrieve it as he hobbled in just one shoe to his awaiting carriage, setting off at the speed of light back towards the manor house he was still forced to call home. The sound of the guards going after them (not only because of the fact that he had left a shoe but because apparently Nat had eaten through an entire bush while Zak insulted people when they left the building) soon faded away, and Fagerella found himself landing on the floor as Zak returned to his pumpkin form, somehow asleep through the whole ordeal and Evander and Nathaniel slumped down next to him. Before anyone would notice him, the two mice ended up lifting up the drunk princess who was on the verge of passing out, putting her to bed for the evening.

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The noise that stirred the male the next afternoon were not things that he wanted to hear. Apparently, Prince Morgan was on a hunt. He had danced with what he claimed to be the most beautiful person in the kingdom, but he had but a glass slipper that he had left as he made a frantic escape.
The commotion was because Jason and Olivia were both trying to convince them that it was their shoe, their feet were just swollen from dancing all night, and that no they shouldn't listen to those stupid mice because they're wasn't any other girls in the house. The Prince however had done the sensible thing and listened to Nat and Evander who know helped him make it through the bustle of flailing limbs and material trying to stop him going up the stairs, finally breaking through into the room to see an extremely hungover Fagerella.
"My love..." Rushing over to the bedside to see Tetsu lying there, looking like death warmed up, he didn't quite get the welcoming he expected.
"Who are you?"
"I have something I think belongs to you..." Pulling out the glass stiletto he slipped it, without permission over one of the feet that were peeking out from beneath the bed, just to find it was a perfect fit. "You were the one with the shoe!"
"Bitch stole my shoe!" Looking very unimpressed, a hand emerged from the covers, slapping him round the face. "What do you think you're doing with that? Do you know how much they are worth?"
"Um actually, you dropped it last night..." Rubbing the side of his cheek where he had been assaulted. "I wanted to see you again. I have been around the entire kingdom trying to find whose foot this fits. And now I have found you! Oh your beautiful smile brightens up the day."
Getting out of the bed, hardly even realising he was completely naked, one hand was held out as a scowl was on his features. "Shoe please."
"Oh my god you're naked!" Nodding with this statement, the hand remained out expecting the shoe.
"Yes, what of it. Give me my shoe and leave unless there is anything else of mine you've stolen, stalker..."
Placing the shoe gently in his open hand, he turned rather defeated but stopped when he remembered something. Requesting a bag he had given to Evander to hold, Prince Morgan reached inside and handed something else to Tetsu as he stood there, waiting for everyone to leave so he could go back to sleep and nurse his hangover. "I found this in my bedroom... I hoped it might have been yours aswell, after all I saw you stumbling out of their rather drunkenly last night."
Watching the smaller males face as he took the item, eyes seemed to shine with glee, lips twitching into a small smile, staring at the large black dildo like it was a wedding ring, throwing his arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. "My one true love, Prince Morgan!"

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Eyes opened wide as the sound of an alarm cut through his sleep, groaning dissapointedly as he couldn't help but feel he was just about to get to the good part of his dream. Hitting the alarm off with a swipe of his hand he turned over, nuzzling back down into the duvet against the figure laying next to him, feeling Morgan's arm wrap around his shoulders as he drifted back into sleep for a little longer.