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As the little mouse maiden in her little rags rocked herself back and forth, sitting on the cold floor by the dying fireplace, she kept telling herself she had nothing to cry over, despite the hot tears rolling down her face. She had a roof over her head, and food in her belly, and… and… well, just because she couldn't think of more reasons to be happy and grateful didn't mean they didn't exist. Such a forced, cheerful attitude was what had kept her going through all these years of familiar slave labor, but tonight seemed to be the breaking point. Perhaps it was her own fault, getting her hopes up when she had heard all the women in the kingdom were invited to the royal ball. But surely, if she had arrived, she would have just been thrown right out on her filthy behind. Her step-mother was right to make her stay home and miss the humiliation.

Yet, as she sat in that corner, the sadness refused to leave her. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to make the tears stopped, but to no avail. Going to the ball could have meant making friends, perhaps even finding that special someone… Someone, anyone, just to comfort and care for her, which was what she wanted deep down. Someone to tell her troubles to, someone's shoulder to cry on, someone to assure her everything would be all right, someone to love her inside and out.  But who would love a pitiful scullery maid? Logic and common sense battled with her dreams and desires.

Swallowing a hard sob, she opened her eyes, feeling a cold chill run through her. Sitting on her knees, Minnie grabbed the dropped black rod, and began poking the wood inside the fireplace, trying to get the fire going again. "I… I just…" She murmured, wondering if maybe she said it, the whole idea of it would leave her. "I just… want to go... to the ball…" As she spoke those words, a tiny spark of flame jumped out of the fireplace, landing on the floor next to her.

In an instant, the tiny spark suddenly erupted into a giant whirl of flames and wind, shooting straight upward, and a dark shadow formed inside of the flames. Startled, Minnie sat on her tail, staring at the swirling flames, knowing that this was no natural fire. The shadow within began to form into the shape of a person, and when the shadow snapped its fingers, the flames vanished into thin air. The shadow was now whole, a singular breathing being, standing before her. There stood a mouse boy, donned in bright colors, almost a tuxedo of blues and reds, who would have stuck out were he among nobles. He adjusted his top hat, keeping it steady between his big ears, and in one hand was a golden rod, with a jeweled star at the very top. He smiled down at her, cheerful and polite, all together giving the appearance of unusual importance.

He was also, in the humble maid's opinion, almost devastatingly handsome.

"Ya don't need to cry anymore, miss!" Even his voice was cheery, full of confidence. "I'm here to make that special wish of yours come true."

She had no reply to that, still focusing on the 'a handsome boy just came out of my fireplace' aspect of the situation. In an instant, all of her sadness was gone, replaced with sheer confusion and sheer delight at this good looking stranger. Blinking a few times, she finally managed to speak. "Who… are you?"

He paused, and then smacked a palm to his forehead. "I forgot the introduction! Aw, and that's the first thing yer supposed to do! Yen Sid is gunna give me a big headache for that… Lemme try again." Clearing his throat, he bowed in the manner of a gentleman, trying to recite a memorized speech. "My name is Mickey Mouse, and I am yer fairy godfather. When ya focused all of yer heart into a single wish, ya managed to call me forward so I could help ya. For this night and this night only, I will make that dream come true." Another pause, as he rolled his eyes upward, making sure that had been everything needed to be said. Deciding it had been so, he stood up straight, and offered his hand toward her. "Ya wanted to go that ball more than anythin' in the world, right?"

Worried that she might wake up from this fabulous dream any second now, she timidly took his hand, and rose to her feet. "I guess I did." She answered him softly, the ball millions of miles away in her head. Remembering her manners, she took a hold of her raggedy dress, and curtsied. "I-It's nice to meet you, Mister Mouse. My name is Minnie…"

He waved a dismissive hand, trying to interrupt her. "Just Mickey's fine. Now, about gettin' ya to that ball…" Absently twirling the wand in his hand, he tried to think, searching around the room with his eyes, perhaps oblivious to the absolutely lovestruck look he was being bestowed upon. "Thing is, I'm kinda still in training, so I can't just poof ya over there… Guess yer gunna need a carriage, and horses, and stuff like that… but I still don't know just how to make stuff out of nowhere… I can only turn one thing into another." He used the wand to scratch the back of his head before glancing at her. "Sorry, I'm probably boring the socks off of ya."

"Oh, no, not at all!" She beamed at him, hands knotted together. "I think it's very interesting." Granted, she didn't understand it, but it was still interesting. He was so innocent, and genuine, and adorable…

Mickey appeared to come up with an idea, clicking his tongue to his teeth. "Say, got any pets?"

Minnie nodded. "A-huh… I have a dog named Pluto, and a kitten named Figaro. They're out napping at the garden."

"Can ya show me? I think I've got something…"

Another nod, and Minnie happily took his gloved hand, giving it an appreciate squeeze before walking him outside. She caught him faintly blushing for a moment, and it made her walk even faster. The night air was cold outside, and the sky was without clouds, a full moon gazing down upon them. Pluto and Figaro just so happened to be napping near a particularly large pumpkin, but began to awaken upon hearing footsteps. Pluto began to growl, not fond of the idea of strangers being near his mistress, but Minnie gently made shushing noises to ease him. "It's okay, this is a friend!"

Mickey tipped his hat politely to the animals. "Sure am. How would you two like to help Minnie here go to the ball?" The two pets glanced at each other, unsure, but did nod. Minnie had been the only one to treat them with kindness, and so had looked forward to a time when they could return it in full. The mouse grinned, now using both hands to hold his wand. "Good! Now just stay still…" The jewels on the wand began to glow, and he swung it around, the vegetable and the pets glowing in turn. "So what I've got is a dog, a cat, and plant… so the last thing I wanna hear is 'can't'!" With the rhyme finished, Mickey swung the wand much like a baseball bat, and before Minnie's eyes, all three began to transform.

Pluto became taller and muscular until he was no longer a canine but a stallion, attached now to a orange and green carriage with intricate vines of design, and right on top holding the reigns was a startled short human, dressed in black and white, and who quickly smiled when he realized he was in charge of Pluto. Though the changed animals were confused, there appeared to be no complaint from them. Minnie's jaw went slack, stunned by what had happened, walking around to inspect the changes several times. When she got control of her voice, she whipped around, squealing. "Oh my goodness! You're amazing!"

Ego boosted, Mickey smoothed down his attire. "Ha ha… I dunno about amazing…"

"But you are!" She would allow no room for him to say otherwise, and as she moved in closer to him, allowed no room for personal space either. "I've never seen anything like that! Why, you're more powerful than the royals!" She was almost bouncing on her heels, far more impressed with what he could than the reasoning behind it. "What else can you do, what else can you do?"

There was some hesitation on Mickey's end before answering, because now that he was getting a better and more forced look at her, she was quite the pretty thing. Thumbing his wand in a bit of nervousness, he tried to motion towards her rags. "Well, uh… no offense, but I gotta do somethin' about yer dress… N-not that ya don't look good, it's… well, ya do look good…" For all the magic he had learned, he had no idea why her fluttering her eyelashes at him was upsetting his ability to speak.  He cautiously took a step back, but she just stepped forward to meet him. "…Ha, ha ha, and… um… well, I've never made a girl's dress before, so… close yer eyes, and think real hard about what ya wanna look like. I should be able to work from there."

"Okay." Without questioning this method at all, she folded her hands together, and closed her eyes, thinking. What did she want to look like? She had never really paid attention to that sort of thing, not knowing that her beauty caused the ire of her step-family. As she thought, she felt warmth surrounding her entire body, and assumed it was his magic at work. If he was creating her dress based upon what she was thinking… then, she decided, she wanted to look like what he thought of as beautiful. She focused on that, and that alone, and did not open her eyes until she felt the warmth leave. When she felt that and opened her eyes, she was surprised at what she saw on herself. Tattered rags had become a silvery white gown, without a single stain or tear, slim to her body and giving her a nearly princess like look. Her toes wiggled in glass slippers, her ears were touched upon threaded jewelry, her linked hands were in satin gloves, a pearl necklace was graced around her neck, and even the splotches of dirt and food on her face had become light make-up.

However, none of that compared to the sight that was Mickey. It seemed he didn't know what was going to happen either, judging by his wide eyes, stunned expression, arms hanging at his sides, and his entire head red, even the tips of his big black ears. Nervous chuckling went through a silly looking grin, because while he was surprised at what had been created, he rather liked it as well. It looked like all of his strength was leaving his legs, the way they were knocking together. Yen Sid had not prepared him for this, darn it!

As for Minnie, she rather enjoyed the attention being lavished onto her, and smiled brightly at him, almost knocking him out completely.  They could have very well stayed like this all night long, her awash in his captivated stare, but impatient Pluto guessed this, and swiftly smacked his bushy tail upside Mickey's head. The godfather yelped in surprise, trying to collect his brain, nearly dropping his wand in his flustered state. "H-Hey! I, uh, right, time to… with the ball… and the… Aw, gosh, that's some imagination ya got there…L-Lemme just… get the door for ya…" Almost tripping over his own feet, he stumbled to get the carriage door.

"Wait!" Minnie suddenly objected, holding a hand out. "I can't go to the ball!"

Bewildered, Mickey stopped where he was, looking at her again. "Huh? Did I forget somethin'?"

Calmly, Minnie lifted her dress enough to show off her glass-encased feet. "There's going to be dancing, isn't there? I don't know how to dance." She waited a moment, as he scratched his head in puzzlement. "Do you know how?"

Mickey faltered, his eyes looking around. "Uh… a little bit…?"

"Then you have to teach me." She demanded, yet still carried her usual sweet tone. "If you want me to go to the ball, that is."

He found he couldn't fight that logic, uneasily rolling his shoulders. "… Guess so… Um, well, first…" Placing his wand beside the carriage, he took a breath, and bowed, followed by her curtsy. To be frank, he had only a few lessons under his belt, and he wasn't exactly an A student in that regard. Only now did he wish he had paid more attention, knowing he would look very foolish in front of Minnie. They held hands, she placed a hand upon his shoulder, and he upon her waist. "Ya just, gotta… move when he does… just feel which way he's going before he actually goes… It's all about, uh, motion, and, strength…" Demonstrating, he moved his body back one step, and she followed suit. "Wish we had some music…"

"It's fine." Minnie kept her eyes on him, able to follow and copy his every move. What had started off as a way to stall time with him had wound up becoming even better than she expected. He was handsome, he was powerful, and he was a good dancer? It was the sort of man she had thought she'd meet at the ball, but since he was here, who needed the ball? She could stay here and get this glass slippers embedded in the dirt and be perfectly happy. Mickey's thoughts were much the same, although at least he had a nagging bit in his head telling him he was supposed to be sending her off, not keeping track of those gorgeous eyes.

Though their dancing had started off with a normal steady pace, it slowed down the more they watched each other. The pets rolled their eyes as it became less of a dance, and more of an excuse to hold each other, becoming even more blatant when 'somehow' both of Minnie's arms were around his neck, and 'somehow' Mickey was holding her entirely by the waist, and 'somehow' she was snuggled up right against his body. Mickey wasn't sure how he could hear himself over his rapidly beating heart, but some struggle of his consciousness made itself be heard. "Um… It's… gettin' late, ya know…"

"A-huh." Minnie was barely listening, lovingly pulling him in even closer, if possible.

"So… I think we gotta get ya to that ball." Reluctantly, he took his hands off of her, and tried to detangle himself from her iron grip. He managed to pick up his wand and open the door before Minnie found yet another reason to object to her original goal.

"You have to come with me!" She latched onto his arm, and before he could question her, added on. "You want to make sure I get to the ball safe and sound, right?"

"I… I guess so." He bit on his lower lip for a moment. "But, uh, just that! Just that!"

Pleased, Minnie released him, and gracefully went inside of the carriage. "And I still haven't thanked you for all you've done." Sitting down, she already had a plan made up on just how to do so.

Mickey climbed inside, closing the door as he sit. "Ya don't have to thank me, it's all in the job!" He turned to her to explain it further. "See, as a fairy-" He was cut off by a pair of luscious lips pressing right onto his mouth. To be fair, she had intended to kiss his cheek as a reward. This result was just a fun little disaster that melted Mickey's brain entirely. The exact opposite happened to Minnie, as she was now jolted with excitement now that had kissed him. So she kissed him again, and again, and again, and outside of the carriage, Figaro, who was trying to figure out how he was supposed to clean himself with a new tongue, realized before Pluto that they were never going to get to that ball.

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As the little mouse maiden in her little rags rocked herself back and forth, sitting on the cold floor by the dying fireplace, she kept telling herself she had nothing to cry over, despite the hot tears rolling down her face. She had a roof over her head, and food in her belly, and… and… well, just because she couldn't think of more reasons to be happy and grateful didn't mean they didn't exist. Such a forced, cheerful attitude was what had kept her going through all these years of familiar slave labor, but tonight seemed to be the breaking point. Perhaps it was her own fault, getting her hopes up when she had heard all the women in the kingdom were invited to the royal ball. But surely, if she had arrived, she would have just been thrown right out on her filthy behind. Her step-mother was right to make her stay home and miss the humiliation.

Yet, as she sat in that corner, the sadness refused to leave her. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to make the tears stopped, but to no avail. Going to the ball could have meant making friends, perhaps even finding that special someone… Someone, anyone, just to comfort and care for her, which was what she wanted deep down. Someone to tell her troubles to, someone's shoulder to cry on, someone to assure her everything would be all right, someone to love her inside and out.  But who would love a pitiful scullery maid? Logic and common sense battled with her dreams and desires.

Swallowing a hard sob, she opened her eyes, feeling a cold chill run through her. Sitting on her knees, Minnie grabbed the dropped black rod, and began poking the wood inside the fireplace, trying to get the fire going again. "I… I just…" She murmured, wondering if maybe she said it, the whole idea of it would leave her. "I just… want to go... to the ball…" As she spoke those words, a tiny spark of flame jumped out of the fireplace, landing on the floor next to her.

In an instant, the tiny spark suddenly erupted into a giant whirl of flames and wind, shooting straight upward, and a dark shadow formed inside of the flames. Startled, Minnie sat on her tail, staring at the swirling flames, knowing that this was no natural fire. The shadow within began to form into the shape of a person, and when the shadow snapped its fingers, the flames vanished into thin air. The shadow was now whole, a singular breathing being, standing before her. There stood a mouse boy, donned in bright colors, almost a tuxedo of blues and reds, who would have stuck out were he among nobles. He adjusted his top hat, keeping it steady between his big ears, and in one hand was a golden rod, with a jeweled star at the very top. He smiled down at her, cheerful and polite, all together giving the appearance of unusual importance.

He was also, in the humble maid's opinion, almost devastatingly handsome.

"Ya don't need to cry anymore, miss!" Even his voice was cheery, full of confidence. "I'm here to make that special wish of yours come true."

She had no reply to that, still focusing on the 'a handsome boy just came out of my fireplace' aspect of the situation. In an instant, all of her sadness was gone, replaced with sheer confusion and sheer delight at this good looking stranger. Blinking a few times, she finally managed to speak. "Who… are you?"

He paused, and then smacked a palm to his forehead. "I forgot the introduction! Aw, and that's the first thing yer supposed to do! Yen Sid is gunna give me a big headache for that… Lemme try again." Clearing his throat, he bowed in the manner of a gentleman, trying to recite a memorized speech. "My name is Mickey Mouse, and I am yer fairy godfather. When ya focused all of yer heart into a single wish, ya managed to call me forward so I could help ya. For this night and this night only, I will make that dream come true." Another pause, as he rolled his eyes upward, making sure that had been everything needed to be said. Deciding it had been so, he stood up straight, and offered his hand toward her. "Ya wanted to go that ball more than anythin' in the world, right?"

Worried that she might wake up from this fabulous dream any second now, she timidly took his hand, and rose to her feet. "I guess I did." She answered him softly, the ball millions of miles away in her head. Remembering her manners, she took a hold of her raggedy dress, and curtsied. "I-It's nice to meet you, Mister Mouse. My name is Minnie…"

He waved a dismissive hand, trying to interrupt her. "Just Mickey's fine. Now, about gettin' ya to that ball…" Absently twirling the wand in his hand, he tried to think, searching around the room with his eyes, perhaps oblivious to the absolutely lovestruck look he was being bestowed upon. "Thing is, I'm kinda still in training, so I can't just poof ya over there… Guess yer gunna need a carriage, and horses, and stuff like that… but I still don't know just how to make stuff out of nowhere… I can only turn one thing into another." He used the wand to scratch the back of his head before glancing at her. "Sorry, I'm probably boring the socks off of ya."

"Oh, no, not at all!" She beamed at him, hands knotted together. "I think it's very interesting." Granted, she didn't understand it, but it was still interesting. He was so innocent, and genuine, and adorable…

Mickey appeared to come up with an idea, clicking his tongue to his teeth. "Say, got any pets?"

Minnie nodded. "A-huh… I have a dog named Pluto, and a kitten named Figaro. They're out napping at the garden."

"Can ya show me? I think I've got something…"

Another nod, and Minnie happily took his gloved hand, giving it an appreciate squeeze before walking him outside. She caught him faintly blushing for a moment, and it made her walk even faster. The night air was cold outside, and the sky was without clouds, a full moon gazing down upon them. Pluto and Figaro just so happened to be napping near a particularly large pumpkin, but began to awaken upon hearing footsteps. Pluto began to growl, not fond of the idea of strangers being near his mistress, but Minnie gently made shushing noises to ease him. "It's okay, this is a friend!"

Mickey tipped his hat politely to the animals. "Sure am. How would you two like to help Minnie here go to the ball?" The two pets glanced at each other, unsure, but did nod. Minnie had been the only one to treat them with kindness, and so had looked forward to a time when they could return it in full. The mouse grinned, now using both hands to hold his wand. "Good! Now just stay still…" The jewels on the wand began to glow, and he swung it around, the vegetable and the pets glowing in turn. "So what I've got is a dog, a cat, and plant… so the last thing I wanna hear is 'can't'!" With the rhyme finished, Mickey swung the wand much like a baseball bat, and before Minnie's eyes, all three began to transform.

Pluto became taller and muscular until he was no longer a canine but a stallion, attached now to a orange and green carriage with intricate vines of design, and right on top holding the reigns was a startled short human, dressed in black and white, and who quickly smiled when he realized he was in charge of Pluto. Though the changed animals were confused, there appeared to be no complaint from them. Minnie's jaw went slack, stunned by what had happened, walking around to inspect the changes several times. When she got control of her voice, she whipped around, squealing. "Oh my goodness! You're amazing!"

Ego boosted, Mickey smoothed down his attire. "Ha ha… I dunno about amazing…"

"But you are!" She would allow no room for him to say otherwise, and as she moved in closer to him, allowed no room for personal space either. "I've never seen anything like that! Why, you're more powerful than the royals!" She was almost bouncing on her heels, far more impressed with what he could than the reasoning behind it. "What else can you do, what else can you do?"

There was some hesitation on Mickey's end before answering, because now that he was getting a better and more forced look at her, she was quite the pretty thing. Thumbing his wand in a bit of nervousness, he tried to motion towards her rags. "Well, uh… no offense, but I gotta do somethin' about yer dress… N-not that ya don't look good, it's… well, ya do look good…" For all the magic he had learned, he had no idea why her fluttering her eyelashes at him was upsetting his ability to speak.  He cautiously took a step back, but she just stepped forward to meet him. "…Ha, ha ha, and… um… well, I've never made a girl's dress before, so… close yer eyes, and think real hard about what ya wanna look like. I should be able to work from there."

"Okay." Without questioning this method at all, she folded her hands together, and closed her eyes, thinking. What did she want to look like? She had never really paid attention to that sort of thing, not knowing that her beauty caused the ire of her step-family. As she thought, she felt warmth surrounding her entire body, and assumed it was his magic at work. If he was creating her dress based upon what she was thinking… then, she decided, she wanted to look like what he thought of as beautiful. She focused on that, and that alone, and did not open her eyes until she felt the warmth leave. When she felt that and opened her eyes, she was surprised at what she saw on herself. Tattered rags had become a silvery white gown, without a single stain or tear, slim to her body and giving her a nearly princess like look. Her toes wiggled in glass slippers, her ears were touched upon threaded jewelry, her linked hands were in satin gloves, a pearl necklace was graced around her neck, and even the splotches of dirt and food on her face had become light make-up.

However, none of that compared to the sight that was Mickey. It seemed he didn't know what was going to happen either, judging by his wide eyes, stunned expression, arms hanging at his sides, and his entire head red, even the tips of his big black ears. Nervous chuckling went through a silly looking grin, because while he was surprised at what had been created, he rather liked it as well. It looked like all of his strength was leaving his legs, the way they were knocking together. Yen Sid had not prepared him for this, darn it!

As for Minnie, she rather enjoyed the attention being lavished onto her, and smiled brightly at him, almost knocking him out completely.  They could have very well stayed like this all night long, her awash in his captivated stare, but impatient Pluto guessed this, and swiftly smacked his bushy tail upside Mickey's head. The godfather yelped in surprise, trying to collect his brain, nearly dropping his wand in his flustered state. "H-Hey! I, uh, right, time to… with the ball… and the… Aw, gosh, that's some imagination ya got there…L-Lemme just… get the door for ya…" Almost tripping over his own feet, he stumbled to get the carriage door.

"Wait!" Minnie suddenly objected, holding a hand out. "I can't go to the ball!"

Bewildered, Mickey stopped where he was, looking at her again. "Huh? Did I forget somethin'?"

Calmly, Minnie lifted her dress enough to show off her glass-encased feet. "There's going to be dancing, isn't there? I don't know how to dance." She waited a moment, as he scratched his head in puzzlement. "Do you know how?"

Mickey faltered, his eyes looking around. "Uh… a little bit…?"

"Then you have to teach me." She demanded, yet still carried her usual sweet tone. "If you want me to go to the ball, that is."

He found he couldn't fight that logic, uneasily rolling his shoulders. "… Guess so… Um, well, first…" Placing his wand beside the carriage, he took a breath, and bowed, followed by her curtsy. To be frank, he had only a few lessons under his belt, and he wasn't exactly an A student in that regard. Only now did he wish he had paid more attention, knowing he would look very foolish in front of Minnie. They held hands, she placed a hand upon his shoulder, and he upon her waist. "Ya just, gotta… move when he does… just feel which way he's going before he actually goes… It's all about, uh, motion, and, strength…" Demonstrating, he moved his body back one step, and she followed suit. "Wish we had some music…"

"It's fine." Minnie kept her eyes on him, able to follow and copy his every move. What had started off as a way to stall time with him had wound up becoming even better than she expected. He was handsome, he was powerful, and he was a good dancer? It was the sort of man she had thought she'd meet at the ball, but since he was here, who needed the ball? She could stay here and get this glass slippers embedded in the dirt and be perfectly happy. Mickey's thoughts were much the same, although at least he had a nagging bit in his head telling him he was supposed to be sending her off, not keeping track of those gorgeous eyes.

Though their dancing had started off with a normal steady pace, it slowed down the more they watched each other. The pets rolled their eyes as it became less of a dance, and more of an excuse to hold each other, becoming even more blatant when 'somehow' both of Minnie's arms were around his neck, and 'somehow' Mickey was holding her entirely by the waist, and 'somehow' she was snuggled up right against his body. Mickey wasn't sure how he could hear himself over his rapidly beating heart, but some struggle of his consciousness made itself be heard. "Um… It's… gettin' late, ya know…"

"A-huh." Minnie was barely listening, lovingly pulling him in even closer, if possible.

"So… I think we gotta get ya to that ball." Reluctantly, he took his hands off of her, and tried to detangle himself from her iron grip. He managed to pick up his wand and open the door before Minnie found yet another reason to object to her original goal.

"You have to come with me!" She latched onto his arm, and before he could question her, added on. "You want to make sure I get to the ball safe and sound, right?"

"I… I guess so." He bit on his lower lip for a moment. "But, uh, just that! Just that!"

Pleased, Minnie released him, and gracefully went inside of the carriage. "And I still haven't thanked you for all you've done." Sitting down, she already had a plan made up on just how to do so.

Mickey climbed inside, closing the door as he sit. "Ya don't have to thank me, it's all in the job!" He turned to her to explain it further. "See, as a fairy-" He was cut off by a pair of luscious lips pressing right onto his mouth. To be fair, she had intended to kiss his cheek as a reward. This result was just a fun little disaster that melted Mickey's brain entirely. The exact opposite happened to Minnie, as she was now jolted with excitement now that had kissed him. So she kissed him again, and again, and again, and outside of the carriage, Figaro, who was trying to figure out how he was supposed to clean himself with a new tongue, realized before Pluto that they were never going to get to that ball.