When I was a child, I once told my great-grandmother that I wished I had a fairy godmother. She looked at me scornfully and told me that if I knew what she knew, I would NEVER say that. I asked her why and she told me that she would tell me when I was old enough. She didn't live until I was at that magical age of "old enough" so I'll never know what she knew but I did learn a little bit about fairy godmothers from my great aunt when I was preparing for a trip to France after high school.
"Be careful," she told me, "when you're trekking through the foothills in France. There's a legend of fairy gobblers that goes back centuries and I would hate for you to come across one unprepared."
She was old and was starting to lose her senses so I didn't think much of the story she told. She explained to me that the fantasy tales of fairy godmothers were twisted by Hollywood into something cute and sweet but that the true legend came from the legends of fairy gobblers.
She told me the story of a young man, named Vince, that lived on a farm near the foothills of a mountain. When he was growing up the older men told him to avoid the foothills at sunset or the fairy gobblers would get him. He assumed that the story was only to scare him so he didn't wander off and get lost. He knew there were dangers in the forest and mountains but he wasn't afraid of fairies. He avoided the foothills at sunset just in case and was always home by dark as was the practice with everyone in the area back then.
One afternoon Vince was out hunting near the foothills and fell asleep. He had been awake since before sunrise working the farm and was exhausted. When he woke up he recalled the warnings of the old men and laughed. He was almost a grown man, now, and other than a pack of hungry wolves, there was nothing he'd ever seen in the forest that could hurt him. There had been no report of wolves, so he wasn't afraid. Before gathering everything to make the hike back the farm house, Vince needed to relieve himself. With no one around for miles, Vince took no time in unbuttoning his pants and relieving himself a few steps away from where he'd fallen asleep. While he was relieving himself he heard a rustling in some bushes and couldn't believe what came towards him.
"A fairy...", he said to himself, stunned at what he was seeing. He was so dumbfounded that he forgot to pull his pants back up. It was getting closer. The fairy was a couple of feet tall, had wings like a bat but otherwise looked like a teenage girl. She was pretty. He was surprised at how pretty she was. She was getting closer. She was naked and her lean body was mesmerizing and she walked confidently toward him. She kept eye contact with him. She had a sweet, innocent smile on her face.
"Yes", she said, sweetly. "A fairy." She was getting closer. Vince was so stunned that he didn't realize that his pants were still down and his penis was engorged. She was getting closer. Her small breasts bounced just a little as she walked lightly across the ground. She never broke eye contact with him. She was directly in front of him looking straight up into his eyes.
