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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: Okay, so it’s time to get back to basics. I got back to reading some fairy tales while waiting for the books I ordered to arrive. I found a nice short story that is really the basics of morals and fairy tales, hence why it is shorter. It is also a lot less sexual, as I wanted a story that is more about emotion and peace within sexuality rather than just plain old sex. Nevertheless, it is not original of mine like the more recent ones, but I hope it is enjoyable for you, my dedicated readers.
A Story from the Tontlawauld
Chapter One: The Abused Child
Once upon a time, in the middle of Europe, there was a section of land that was rather large and overgrown with forest and marsh that no one ever went near. No man ever walked into the area as few people came back, and the men that did seemed to be somewhat mad. This land was entitled the Tontlawauld.
One man who came back said he came across a house where men and women danced around a fire naked and sang songs. But they stopped when a bearded man brought a sack out of the forest. The women came to him, begging and lamenting and trying to get into the sack, but he shook them off and took the sack away from the fire to the house.
Another man saw a house and said that the people there were very well dressed but danced wildly in the trees until their clothing was ripped. They would return to the house, but some women were holding closely to other women, and some men were hugging up to other men.
Inevitably, a decree went out from the King of Sweden, who ruled over the land of the Tontlawauld, that whoever could cut down the forest would be richly rewarded. But no matter how far or wide the decree went, there was no man who was brave enough to try. Finally, one man, braver than the rest, ventured into the Tontlawauld and went to the first tree. He swung his axe into the tree, but it moaned aloud and flinched, before one of its branches swung back and belted him onto the ground. Screaming in terror, the axeman ran away into the night.
The King of Sweden tried again, offering up as much as he could, but no one dared enter the Tontlawauld for fear of madness.
Now, it was shortly after this that our story begins. There was once an honest and good man who lived in a village not far from the Tontlawauld. He had recently buried his wife and now lived alone with his son who was very young. Soon after, he married again to another woman. But she was not as fair or polite as the man’s deceased wife. She beat her step-son badly day and night. She set him the most difficult tasks for the young man to do and beat him again because it wasn’t done the way she wanted. Whenever her husband tried to intervene she turned her wrath onto him.
Over time, the young boy grew to be a handsome man with much muscle from his difficult tasks, but he also had many scars from his beatings.
One day, Juno, the young man, and many of the boys from town took the girls out to pick strawberries. The further they went, the fresher the strawberries got. Juno went wandering further and further where the strawberries were freshest, and he didn’t hear the call from the other boys when they realised they had strayed into the Tontlawauld. All the other men and girls fled, but Juno ate some strawberries and picked some more until his basket was full. He knew his step-mother would beat him for his more feminine tastes, but he was getting strong enough to withstand the dramatic beatings.
Juno was just getting ready to leave when he saw someone approaching. The figure wore purple robes with a matching hood and cape, and the hood was raised so their face was hidden. When the figure was close, they flipped off the hood.
“Hello Juno,” said a very attractive young man. “What are you doing here?”
“I am picking strawberries for my family, though I shall be beaten for it nonetheless.”
“Well then, that is most unfortunate. Come with me and we shall see if we can forget your woes for a little time. Perhaps a long time, perhaps not, but do come with me.” The figure extended his hand and Juno took it, and the two men walked happily through the Tontlawauld. Soon after they came to a large house that was the most beautiful thing Juno had ever seen. The walls were made of solid Ivory that shone as the sun hit it. The windows of crystal gleaned beams of rainbow from the suns’ rays and the roof of agate was the most decorative thing in creation. Out the front of the house was a man in a rocking chair, knitting quietly and humming to himself.
“Good day Father Amber,” the youth in purple called.
“Hello Orion, who is this you have with you?” Father Amber asked.
“This is Juno. He was in the forest picking strawberries and did not run from me. I think that he would do well here.” Orion answered.
“Is that so,” Father Amber answered. “From looking at him, I can see a strong young man of eighteen, but his scars suggest he has been beaten often. Perhaps we can look after him. Give me time to consider him.” Father Amber looked Juno over again. “Yes, he would do well here. Why not show him the Ocean of Loving Waters, it will help him realise himself.” Father Amber walked into the house and was gone.
“The Ocean of Loving Waters?” Juno asked.
“It is a good place. Let me show you. Have you ever been to the ocean?” Orion asked.
“No, I haven’t,” Juno answered honestly.
“Then let us go. Let me get one thing.” Orion disappeared into the house and emerged a few moments later carrying a box decorated with aquamarine gemstones. Opening the box, Juno saw a piece of blue cloth, half an oyster shell and two fish scales. Orion took out the piece of cloth and dropped it onto the ground and out of it flooded water until the whole area was submerged. However, they were now standing on a small amount of land in the middle of it all. Orion took up the piece of material and replaced it in the box. Orion then took the oyster shell and placed it in the water where it grew into a large boat. Orion climbed in and then helped Juno do the same. Taking the two scales, Orion dipped them into the water and they turned into oars. The oars magically rowed out into the sea and Orion and Juno got to talking about their lives. Orion told of his life in the crystal house and Juno spoke of his father and step-mother.
Finally, Juno noticed that there were more boats in the distance with people standing or sitting in them. When they got closer, Juno saw that the boats held naked men making love to each other, sucking each other off and kissing. The men were so gentle with each other, and there was not a violent gesture amongst them. Some of them did not even seem to be having sexual relations, but simply lying in each other’s arms and talking.
“Welcome Juno,” Orion said. Juno was too stunned at what he saw to say anything. He knew he liked men in the physical sense, but he had never considered this level of closeness. He was too distracted to notice that his clothing had magically slipped away and he sat in nothing but his loin cloth. Orion was much the same and was sitting behind him. He placed his hands on Juno’s shoulders, to which he flinched, but did not pull away.
“This is a place where people are close to each other out of love. They are sexual, it is true, but they are not rough, and no one will ever be mean here.” Juno was still watching on in awe. He was so wound up in what he was watching that he barely reacted when Orion sat down behind him, wrapping arms around him and held him in a loving hug. It all suddenly caught up and he burst into tears. Orion lay him down and simply curled up behind him, holding the figure as he cried uncontrollably.
“It’s okay,” Orion whispered. “You are safe now.” He whispered such comfort to the uncontrollable Juno until he eventually settled. Eventually he regained his composure. He patted Orion on the arm and snuggled closer to him. Orion stroked his hair and kissed him gently on the cheek. Juno turned his head, and Orion kissed him full on the lips. Juno accepted this fully, kissing Orion back and rolling over to be more comfortable. He moved closer to Orion, pulling him into a hug and locking legs with him. Orion was completely naked, his hard erection pressing against Juno’s own erection. Orion slowly lowered a hand down Juno’s front, slowly moving towards his left nipple, and when he reached it and teased it, Juno seemed to convulse with pleasure. Orion played with him, running rings around the nipple with a light touch, before giving it a light flick and then starting the tease with a light pinch or stroke. Just when Juno thought he couldn’t feel any better, Orion switched to the other nipple and the sensation was almost explosive. But still none of this was enough to separate his mouth from Orion’s. Finally, the sensation started to head south as Orion moved his gentle touch down slowly towards Juno’s underwear. His touch teased around the outside, tickling the top of the pubic hair, before running up the bikini line and on the outside of the loin cloth. Every tease made his penis pulsate. When it seemed enough was enough, Orion finally took the begging erection in his hand and slowly rubbed it before gripping it and gently pulling it. Juno, in less of an effort, lowered his hand and started to gently play with Orion.
A bell suddenly rang, and Orion pulled away, sighing. “We must return to the house,” he explained, and he sat up. He touched the oars and they rowed the boat away from the other boats. Orion took out the blue material and dipped it in the water. The cloth seemed to suck it all up until they were standing on land a short distance from the Ivory house, with nothing but a piece of blue material, two fish scales, half an oyster shell at their feet and their clothing restored. Orion produced the box from his pocket and put the things away.
“Come, let us go and eat.” He took Juno by the arm and gently pulled him towards the house. Juno was all too willing to follow, not having had a proper meal for some time.
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