Thread: United We Stand (Yenpointfive & Moon Struck Fox)

He wasn't going to argue that there were plenty of humans who put much too large a focus on material wealth. It seemed a rather odd sentiment from a prince but then again, his father had made his home in a forest most other lords avoided like the plague so 'odd' was rather often a fitting descriptor for him. A veto is when someone has the legal right to deny someone else's decision. Like, for instance, how the king can veto decisions of his lords if they go against the best interests of the kingdom. In this case, if anyone I have cause to dislike is trying to find a way into your bed, I reserve the right to politely tell him where he can go and possibly where to cram it. He told her. Much like he'd expected it seemed that a lot of the rules he'd laid down were already part of anthro society. Some of that stuff just sort of went without saying. When she mentioned that she wasn't sure that they could have children he looked a little worried. We'll just have to wait and see. I rather hope that we can though, since my first born will be the next king. It needn't necessarily be quickly though. Alyssa can watch my throne for me if anything should happen to my father. He said. Fortunately, being a fairly small kingdom meant that there wasn't a huge line of people all waiting for their chance to bump him off and take his throne. Her comments on the tent made him laugh a bit. Your people built it. Maybe you should have focused on making it not-ugly. He said, smiling a little bit since he didn't really consider the tent to be at all bad. I'm still insisting on a bed of some sort. He said as he stepped back out of her den. --- Sam nodded quickly when Alyssa explained why he was here. Yup, that's exactly it. Here to watch her. Lord Khale's orders. He lied. No, Khale knew better than to intentionally send a spy for her new wife. It wasn't like Frostpaw could harm Alyssa without creating an incident much bigger than any of them. Sam was here on his own initiative, looking to get a glimpse of his friend's new bride and, after he'd figured out what was going on, hear the end of her story. Frostpaw's eyes lit up when she heard that Sam was a boy. Ohh! I didn't know you did that here... She said, the look on her face like a child on Christmas. She gently pushed the cute young cook's son down onto Alyssa's lap. Stay. She said to him as simply as if he was a puppy. Sam looked back at Alyssa to make sure that wasn't a problem for her but didn't move to get up just yet. I was sort of leaving some bits out but since you've already got Sam here I think you'll really like this story... She said, grinning with a wicked glint in her eyes. You see, this farmer's boy was just as pretty as could be, just like Sam. But when I asked him who he was planning on serving he didn't have any idea what I was talking about. I don't really think that some of the farmers are blessed with such a great education so I sort of had to spell it out for him. Too small to hunt, much too pretty to risk ruining that with manual labor, and no magical aptitude to speak of. Of course the best place to be would be as someone else's pet, living a life of luxury... with all the sex you could want... You know I actually wanted to be a femboy when I was younger? I'll bet being Alyssa's femboy is quite a treat, isn't it Sam? she'd gone off topic a little bit but the rant still left no questions about what had happened to the farmboy. The look on Sam's face was between horrified and horny as he'd ever been when he thought about having Frostpaw do something like that. He quickly got off of Alyssa's lap. You've really got the wrong idea. I cook. I'm a cook. Alyssa doesn't own me. He said quickly, wanting to clear things up as quickly as possible. If red cheeks were visible through white fur... Ohh... I... uhh... Frostpaw now realized that that story probably was the exact opposite of appropriate seeing as humans apparently did not give their more feminine males jobs pleasuring others. Whoops... was the final verdict on that one.