Prince Charming climbed carefully over the castle walls, trying not to catch his cape or delicately puffed sleeves on the rough patches in the masonry. He jumped off, landing softly on the manicured lawn below and stole around to the back of the palace where he remembered seeing Snow White singing at the wishing well. He hummed her song under his breath, not knowing that she had already been sent off to die in the forest by the evil queen. As he stealthily approached the well, murmuring "todayyyy" in a deep baritone, he was surprised to see a young man standing in front of it. Not another suitor? Was he too late?

"Excuse me," Charming said as he came up to the man in his cream colored military suit. "Are you here for Snow White?"

The other man shook his head. "I am on an errand to find the lady whose foot fits this glass slipper," he said, showing Charming the crystalline shoe. "I met her at my ball the other night but she ran off and I did not get her name."

"Oh, I see," said Charming, a little miffed that he had not received an invitation. "May I take a look at it?"

Charming nodded and passed the shoe over. As he did so, however, the piece of glassware slipped from their hands and fell to the ground. "Be careful with that!" Charming exclaimed as he quickly knelt to pick it up from where it lay cushioned on the thick grass.

"I'm sorry," Charming started, "I didn't mean to... What is it?" The other prince was frozen in place, staring at his feet.

"My stars... I believe this shoe would fit you exactly! What delicate feet you have!"

"Would it?" Charming asked with a nervous chuckle. "I'm really a size ten," he lied.

"I believe so. May I try?"

"All right," he agreed, letting Charming take off one of his supple leather boots. The two of them gasped in unison as the glass shoe slid on in a perfect fit, as if it had truly been made for him.

"I can't believe it!" Charming looked up at Charming with tears in his eyes. "My love," he gasped, smothering his foot with kisses before standing and locking him in such a tight embrace that Charming's plumed hat fell off. "I have been searching all over for you!"

The other prince considered reminding him that he had not actually been invited to the ball or asking just how little he had seen of his supposed true love, but the warm body pressed up to his felt somehow right. He felt stirrings of longings that he had long forgotten, not since he was just coming into puberty and had laid eyes upon the new horse master his father hired. Instead he tipped Charming's face to his and kissed him soundly on the mouth, pressing his ruby lips to Charming's beige ones. "Take me," he gasped. Charming was all too willing to oblige and lifted him off his feet, spinning him around so that his cape fluttered behind him in the breeze before setting him down on the wishing well, his back to the wooden beam supporting its small roof. White doves cooed above them and the bucked clanked rhythmically against the stones, echoing up the beat of their thrusts as they made the beast with two backs.

Up high in the castle overlooking the well the queen looked on and commanded the magic mirror to make a recording of this event so she could TiVo it later.

The end.