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Queery Tales; Where Rainbows Begin	By : shikiblade Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fairy Tales Views: 23001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to these stories. They were writen long ago and far away. These are re-tellings, but not for mass publishing. No money is being made from these stories.

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A/N: When it comes to fairy tales, we often hear of the fairies doing things for humans. But this one story I found was more detailed in their care. While the story in itself is rather sexist in its telling towards women, I have taken it and rewritten it to not only be a little more sexist towards men (because I believe in equality) but also to be as sexual as you know I can make it. So I hope you enjoy this story, as it has been rather fun to put together.
A little history: The Lar Familiaris, or Lar ‘of the family’ is a spirit that dwells in homes of families and protects the members from danger, or sends the family warnings. While first historical traces of the Lar date back to Ancient Rome, they have been around for centuries beforehand. It was believed the Lar took several forms, including a spirit that was a dead family member, the emotion of the household itself or a spirit that had taken a liking to the family.
For me, the Lar suggested themselves for this story, as they are still fairy spirits, and that family means more than just our own blood relatives. Thank you the Lar Familiaris, I honour you with this story.
The Gift of the Mother Lar
It was the tradition long ago, and still is to this day, that families brought up their children under their own accord, with the many fey of the world watching over them. But to each family, and henceforth onto each child, a Lar was assigned, and she was most definitely intent on helping the families do their best with their children. But when it comes to doing the best for a child, staying at home may not be the best thing. So when the Lar of families notice the sexuality of their child would be a problem to the family, she organises for the Mother Lar to look after them.
The Mother Lar, often reffered to as Matilda, took these young boys and girls into her great castle where they were given the best of love, attention, education and were want for nothing without making them spoiled. When the child grew up into a man or woman, the Mother Lar would reward them with one gift of their choosing, regardless of what it be.
Now our story begins with Yale. Yale had been a happy child growing up with Matilda and all his like-minded friends around him, and he had the best education of them all, and he had some contact with his family since he turned sixteen. The time grew near for him to leave the castle and begin life for himself, and Matilda came to him to ask him if he had considered his gift.
“I do not know Matilda, for there are so many things I could ask for, but I do not know if they would make me happy. I do know you cannot grant eternal happiness, and nor would I wish for such a thing that I did not earn myself. But I do not know what to choose otherwise.”
“Well then,” answered Matilda, “why don’t you visit some of my former children and ask them what it is like to have their gift. Stay with them a few days and then return to me and tell me what you think.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea. For forewarned is forearmed, or so you have taught me,” Yale answered. So it was that he prepared his things and sat in a magical chariot drawn by a dozen enchanted geese and he flew away to see Wolfgang. Wolfgang had been a ward with Matilda some five years ago, and upon leaving, he had asked for the gift of eternal beauty.
After his travels, Yale arrived at Wolfgang’s home where he was warmly greeted by a stunning young man. Dark hair, athletic build and a beautiful face, he was the picture of every man and womans dream. Yale, upon seeing him, fell in lust with the man, and could not stop thinking about seeing his physical form.
While Yale stayed at Wolfgangs, he soon discovered Wolfgang had many visitors and many wooers of the male perspective. Each one was arse over tit for Wolfgang and his beauty, but each was received with a sigh and very little else.
Upon the last night, Yale could take the need to see Wolfgang no more, and stole into Wolfgangs room while he was preparing for bed.
“Yale, what is it I can do for you?” Wolfgang asked.
“I wish to see your naked form. Not for wooing, but simply because I wish to see the full extent of Matilda’s gift to you.” Yale blushed slightly, but didn’t turn away.
“If it is your wish, I shall grant it,” Wolfgang answered. Removing his clothing until he was just in his underwear, he stood infront of Yale. The need to have Wolfgang was too much, and soon Yale was holding him and kissing him. Wolfgang, on the other hand, was not so responsive. Yale did his best to arrouse Wolfgang by stroking him, removing his own clothing and teasing Wolfgang’s dick, but Wolfgang wouldn’t do anything in return. Yale suited himself to simply give Wolfgang oral pleasure and be done with it. There was no doubt that even in sexuality, Wolfgang had a gorgeous penis, not a vein nor a mark to put you off, perfect in color and length. Yale sucked on it, and the sounds of Wolfgang’s moans were enough to prompt him to keep going. The taste, the feel of the warm and pulsing Wolfgang was even an experience to be describbed as beautiful.
Suddenly, without warning, Wolfgang pulled Yale off him, rolled over and bent over. Yale lined his own dick, comparatively less attractive that Wolfgangs, up with Wolfgang’s presented rear and inserted himself. Wolfgang moaned into his bed as Yale began to pump into him, feeling the muscle clench and tighten every so foten. The feelings were beautiful and the whole experience was something Yale could never compare to one he had had before. As he got close to ejaculating, he withdrew and his cum was shot all over Wolfgang’s back. Wolfgang rolled over and sat up as he masturbated, shooting his own cum across his chest.
Upon his return, Matilda noticed that Yale was not at all happy.
“My child, what is wrong?” Matilda asked. “Did Wolfgang treat you badly?”
“Oh no, of course not Mother Lar, but I do not think beauty or good looks are something I would ask for. It makes a man so bored with himself and others that it makes life seem so dull. Wolfgang has many suitors to be sure, but he does not find interest in any of them. Youthful beauty, for all it’s visual appeal, has no intellect to go with it. And that sort of beauty comes with so much arrogance and expectings that one might be considered rude.”
“Very well,” Matilda answered, understanding. “Why don’t you go and see someone who asked for a more intellectual gift then?”
“I do believe that would be excellent,” Yale answered, sitting up.
“What gift of the mind do you think would be a good choice?” Matilda asked.
“I think if I were to ask for a mental gift, I would ask for social graces,” Yale answered. Matilda went away for a litle and soon returned.
“I will send you to see Winston, for he was here a while ago, and he was a most social being. Social graces seemed a bit of a waste, but it will be interesting to see how he came about.” And so into the chariot Yale was packed and soon he arrived at Winston’s homes.
Winston was a charming man whom gave everything to Yale that he required during his visit. Each night there were grand parties and many people visiting, and the servants of the house worked tirelessly to ensure that everything went well. Yale observed, however, that Winston quickly became bored with the events of the evening, and ended up retiring early because he had nothing to speak of.
On the last night, Yale followed Winston to his rooms. “Why is it you do not stay at your own parties?” he asked. “They are of your own creation.”
“I am but bored. I have done everything one could do socially, and while many men come a-wooing for my affections, I find they have little to talk about that is of interest nor do they have any hobby that holds my attention long.” Feeling sorry for Winston, Yale went over and hugged him. Taking Winston by surprise, he soon settled into the gesture and held Yale. His hands soon became wandering and found Yale’s belt. Undoing it, he slowly undressed Yale and began to stroke his dick. Yale returned the gestures, and soon the two men lay naked upon Winston’s bed, locked together in passionate holds and kisses. Soon Winston was kising his way down Yale, finding his hard dick and beginning to suck it. Yale sighed with pleasure as he felt Winston moving back and forth, sending such feelings through him. Winston did not let up at all, his rythmic movement unyeilding until Yale felt himself building to an orgasm. With a loud moaning and thrusting of his hips, Yale ejaculated into Winston’s mouth, the build rising quickly and slowly fading. Winston came back up to Yale and kissed him, having swallowed the cum that was in his mouth. Yale went to go down on Winston but he was stopped. Winston guided a hand to his dick and Yale began to pull on him, teasing and then masturbating fully. It did not take a lot before Winston was letting out moans and soon he had cum all over himself. He quickly pushed Yale aside to go and clean himself, and Yale quietly returned to his rooms.
Upon his return, Matilda met with Yale and sat him down, asking how his visit had been.
“It was certainly more fun that visiting Wolfgang, as Winston holds parties on almost every night and he participates in all sorts of activities from hunting to polo and anything else one can think of. But I do not think social graces are what I want, for it gives one a feeling of over-generosity to the point of boredom with evewrything one could do in life. Even Winston has very little to be excited about these days, as he has done all.”
“Well that is no good,” Matilda answered, scratching her chin in thought. “Perhaps you should see someone who has asked for something more practical than the others.”
“That would be excellent,” Yale answered. Matilda went away and soon it was organised for Yale to go and visit Theo. Theo had asked for the gift of dance, and had mastered all forms fo dancing and ballroom etiqute. So Yale, for one more trip, was loaded into the chariot and sent upon his way. Soon, he arrived at Theo’s residence, and the two men were getting along. The house was always full fo music as it played. Soon, the sun was setting and the two men went to a dance. Theo was soon on the dancefloor and had a man in his arms, dancing to whatever the tune was. He seemed to be able to go on forever without needing to stop, and he was only ever seen off the dancefloor if he was thirsty.
As the days wet on, Theo taught Yale some dances and the two of them had fun, but Yale had difficulty drawing conversation out of Theo. And so it soon was that Yale’s visit was over, and he returned to Matilda.
“What did you think?” Matilda asked.
“I do not think so,” Yale answered. “For if I had a practical gift such as that, it would cause such obsession and rudeness that is so unbefitting of being seen in public. Theo can dance, do not get me wrong, but he has dedicated so much to it he knows all and can learn no more. But still he persists and disregurds all else.”
“Oh dear, that will never do.” Matilda did not have anything else to offer to Yale and so he spent the last weeks of his time under the Mother Lar’s care along with his ward brothers and sisters. Soon enough, it was his eighteenth birthday, and he had a party prepared. There were games and festivities and Wolfgang, Winston and Theo were also invited. As the night came to a conclussion, everyone gathered around to hear what gift Yale would ask of Matilda.
Standing there in her most elegant robes and with her wand in her hand, she looked down on Yale with a smile. “My dearest child, what gift shall I bestow upon you?” Matilda asked.
“I have decided,” Yale said, “to be given the gift of common sense.”
And so it was done. Yale departed the next day into the world to make his own way, and he soon married to a nice man, and both of them lived together well and happily until the day they died, guided by the Lar Familiaris who came to protect their home.
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