Fairy Tales (boyxboy)

Cintia (Cinderella)

Once upon a time there was a handsome young man called Cintia. He was so kind that even the mice and the birds were his friends. He had long blonde hair and the brightest of blue eyes. He was soon to be eighteen years of age and everything about his body was ready for it. Girls would say he was cute, but he was also scruffy looking. Handsome and adorable as he was. Cintia was a neglected child. 

Cintia lived with his cruel stepmother and step sisters. There was Anastasia who had short brown hair and wore long flowing dresses all the time. She had a big chest, but that was the only attractive part of her body. The other was Drizella, more like godzilla. She had long flat hair and googly green eyes. She had a big arse, that was all. The girls weren't anything special. They often tried to get Cintia into bed, but he would always refuse and tell them that he wasn't in the mood. He knew that if he was too impolite he'd get grounded. Another thing that got on Cinita's nerves was that he was made to do all the cooking and cleaning. His sisters never did anything.

One day a royal messenger came to the house, he brought a letter from the queen. The stepmother read the letter.

'Dear people of Nottingham,

The queen is holding a royal ball tonight at six pm. We hope that you can all make it as the prince will be chosing a wife of his choice. Every lady and master may come.

Many Regards

Prince Phillip'

'Oh awesome, that means I can go too right mistress?' Cintia asked, holding his own invitation. The step sisters sniggered at the boys thoughts. 

'Imagine Cintia dancing with the princess.'  Drizzella cackled

 'He ain't even fit to dance with the broom.' added Anastatia.

'But the letter says that every girl and master is invited.' Cinita insisted.

'So it does,' the stepmother agreed. 'You may go - if you get all your work done. And if you can find something to wear.'

'Thanks mistress.' Cintia smiled, running up the stairs to her room.

Cintia pulled a shirt out of his trunk.

'This is the shirt my dad gave me before he left.' he told the mice. 'Great isn't it? It just needs sprucing up a little.'  Cintia's mice had never seen him filled with so much joy. A thin mouse names Jaq thought Cintia would be the sexiest guy at the boy, a fat mouse names Gus agreed. Cintia took out his sewing basket.

'I need some black fabric and a few badges,' He explained.

Just then his stepmother shouted. 'Cintia!'

Cintia hurried down the stairs.

'Cintia, wash the floors,' his stepmother orded.

'But I washed them yesterday,' Cintia pleaded.

'Well, wash them again!' snapped the cruel woman. 'And dust the draped, clean the windows and finish the sewing whilst your at it.'

The mice felt sorry for Cintia. 'Cinty do this! Cinty do that!'

Jaq said 'Cinty will never have time to fix his outfit. Then his stepmother won't have to let him go to the ball.'

'Poor Cinty,' Gus agreed.

 One of the mice had an idea. 'Why don't we fix the dress for Cinty? We can do it!'

All the animals agreed to help. Gus and Jaq sneaked into the stepsisters' room. Drizella and Anastasia were getting ready for the balle.

'The black top is way to old,' Anastasia laughed.

'These badges are ugly!' Drizella through them to the ground along with five dresses and a mini skirt.