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Part Four: The Fairy Tale

By Mr. Mouse

In the aftermath of the mess they made, the lovers took a shower together. The little section of the cabit was a bit unusual, it resembled a square that hung from the ceiling where the gravity fed shower poured water that felt more like rain that the strength of a normal shower. The water temperature was somehow perfect from the time it turned on. The floor drain was centered in a large square of stone tiles. The cum rinsed off nicely.

There was a bar of soap and a scrub brush for Osric and Gavril to share. They took turns washing each other's backs then Gavril scrubbed down the mouse's upper body before Osric gave the lion's lower body a good scrubbing as well. There were a lot of chuckes and tender touches shared as they both got cleaned and afterwards the cabin provided them with fresh, dry, towels.

After toweling off they found their respective clothes were cleaned, folded, and pressed at the foot of the bed. Osric finished drying himself and then looked to his pressed clothes suspiciously, "I don't understand how this is possible but the more that I think about this place, the more I'm worried that I'm still laying out there in the woods after that accident. This is all a bit hard to accept."

"I thought the same," said Gavril, "and then I read the books here and got stuck here for two years."

The mouse watched the lion pull his pants on, zip up and tie his white rope belt. The mouse then pulled his pants on and did them up but as for his button up t-shirt he left it open up front. Osric sat on the bed and looked at his foot, only to see that all trace of his wounds had vanished while he slept. He looked to Gavril, "What book might that be?"

Gavril held up a finger, "A moment while I prepare," he smiled and pranced off to the bed. He gathered the pillows and blankets then set them by the rug in front of the fireplace. He proceeded over to the book shelf and pulled out a very special book before walking over to the mouse. He hovered over Osric a moment before scooping him up with a little squeak.

Then he gently set the mouse down on one of the bed pillows and scootched up behind him, close and cozy. He pulled the blankets over them and and wrapped his arms around the mouse from behind.

The lion lay his head on the mouse's shoulder, cracked open the book for the pair of them, and read by the firelight, "Once upon a time..."

"You know I can read, right?" asked Osric.

"Shoosh," said Gavril, "It's more fun this way."

* * * * *

Once upon a time there was a poor woodcutter. Every day was a struggle just to keep himself a float. He was desparate and so he turned to a forbidden place.

He heard of an enchanted forest with foliage so thick that it turned day to night. Within the forest there was a treasure called the Horothian Star. A gem with magical powers that could give the caster anything they desired.

The star was guarded by a fierce beast called the Koevyk and it was a monster most foul. The Koevyk was said to kill any who sought the Star within the enchanted forest. None who saw it ever saw the Star.

The hunter would not be dissuaded, he took his best axe and a satchel of supplies then set off into the deep dark woods of Velnias. In the darkness of the woods time lost all meaning and he wandered until his supplies were two days gone. Starving and in need of water, he came upon a cabin in those woods.

It was a small cabin with a single room with the door unlocked. It was the cabin of the witch of the woods. The witch within was happy to see the woodcutter and nurse him back to health from the moment he crossed the threshold. The witch was glad for his arrival and for the company he gave her.

The witch had her house enchanted so it was made to provide for all it's guests. When they were tired they had a bed. When they were hungry or thirsty they had food and drink. When they were injured it healed them and in return for all it's gifts, all the guests had to do was keep the fire burning in it's hearth.

In time the witch and the woodcutter grew close and came to enjoy each other's company. The witch enchanted his axe that he might be able to cut through the enchanted trees of the forest. As with most things, a good time with good company must eventually draw to a close.

While the woodcutter no longer desired the Star, the witch never forgot why they came to the forest as they had once sought the star as well. The witch enticed the woodcutter to go with them into the darkeness of the forest and seek out the Horothian Star.

They wandered from the safety of the cabin and in the darkness of the woods, the Koevyk felt the witch's intent. They were hunted and the woodcutter fought as the witch's champion. They enchanted his axe so that it could harm the Koevyk but despite the enchantment he fell to the beast.

The witch fled the woods to the world outside and it is said that they still seek the Horothian Star to this very day. Beware all ye who enter the Velnias Forest and keep the Star from your desires or the Koevyk will know. The Koevyk will hunt and will feast upon the greedy.

* * * * *

Gavril closed the book with a clap and said, "And that cabin is this cabin. The cabin of the witch. There are spell books and books about the different enchanted trees of the forest... I tried to do some of the magical stuff but it went way over my head."

The lion hugged the mouse warmly with a contented sigh by the fire. Osric leaned back against him, "So the creature that came after my friends and I was the Koevyk?"

"Yes," said Gavril, "As close as I can tell."

"And the Koevyk attacked us because someone wanted that magical gem thing?" asked Osric.

Gavril shrugged, "The book says that is the only reason it attacks. Goodness knows I never wanted the stupid thing but I was in a truck with some friends and it attacked us on the road too. Slashed me up good but I somehow found the cabin. The Koevyk never wanted to even try and break in."

"How did you know about the fire?" asked the mouse, "I mean surely it was burnt out when you got here. How did you know what to do before the book?"

"The cabin was all broke down and rickety when I got here," Gavril explained, "But it was the dead of winter and freezing outside. So I started a fire and poof! Suddenly the cabin looked a whole lot better. Food, bandages, and a few other things just popped in out of nowhere. Then I kind of figured things out as I went."

The mouse leaned back and watched the fire with the lion a while before he said, "I hope I'm not too forward in asking this, but who were your friends?"

"It's alright," Gavril assured him, "A horse named Devin that I knew from when I was little and his friend, a mouse, that I'd only met like once before and I am not sure I even caught his name. I wanted to make them graves but there was nothing to bury."

The lion sighed and leaned heavier on the mouse. The mouse scritched his chin and said, "Maybe we can do it together."

"What? Already? I still need some time to recharge, if you know what I mean," said the lion.

"No I mean make the graves, you silly," the mouse didn't know whether to smile or frown.

Gavril nodded, "I knew what you meant but it's still painful to think about."

The fire began to wane in the fireplace. The lion reluctantly got up to throw some more logs on but saw the woodpile getting low, "I think I need to go cut some more wood. Would you like to go with me?"

Osric nodded, "Of course."