Thread: Princess Park

It felt wrong, and right. So much crimson. In her eyes, on her hands. None of it felt right, but it was comfortable. A momentary lapse, she told herself as she clutched the cold iron in her hand. Fingers tightening upon the unyielding handle, not giving in as she screamed again. Something changed within her as the scream lengthened, the blade was out, glinting in the last rays of the sun, her hand hurt. A pain pulsing in her palm as she looked down the eyes of the others, open and accusing. Screaming again she ran into the fountain, the water thick about her ankles. The crimson dyed her skin as she screamed again, feeling herself dissolving, losing form. She had only wanted him, only him. Her prince. Only he had found another, and another, and another. She had taken them all though, now he was safe from their temptations. Another scream of frustration and she stuck the dagger into the fountain. The water stopped a moment then something else began to flow, something dark, thick. It too dyed her ankles. Her perfect ankles. Why did you run away from me? She screamed as she felt herself being lost, the courtyard, her last refuge, began to be shrouded in shadow and as it came, she dissolved. David felt the lightning course through him. With it came the Park. Every leaf, grain of sand in the Kingdom of Atlantis, each cup of tea in London, they were all a part of him. As he settled over everything he felt thin, stretched out, his skin was the park, his eyes roamed about in the mist. When he wanted to flex his fingers the thorns moved about, the Park was an extension of his body and within it all he felt a different heart. His own, and something else. Something that settled over it all. With an effort of will he pulled himself up and back towards the castle. Falling to his knees he caught his breath as Rainbow slowly wiped her mouth on the back of her gloved hand, adjusting the crown on her head and looked down on David with disdain. Around him the others crowded close, he could sense the satisfied smile on the Matron's face, feel her own hatred at Rainbow and anguish at the Park. The others were caught between similar emotions, all tainted or seasoned with a bit of lust. David got to his feet, Rainbow looked down on him haughtily, though there was a rising blush in her cheeks and a slight shift in her shoulders of deference. The crown on her head was made of golden filigree, within the upper curls were 5 gems that glowed and pulsed, with the same frequency as he felt from the Princesses of the Court. The Matron moved to a door on the other side of the throne hall and looked back at him, Master, this is the final place. He felt the urgency, yet something within him rose. The need he had for coming here, the desire that fueled him. No, he commanded and she stopped, slowly turning, a slight annoyance on her face. Looking at her now noticed the clothes were back to normal, no rips, though it looked slightly tighter on her frame. More like a maid costume now than the previous longer dress, the hem stopped just above her knees and on her feet were small, heeled boots that covered her foot to the ankle. More appropriate he thought, except I want to see more breasts, in response the dress slowly melted and revealed half of her ample frame, the edge trimmed with a small bit of lace. I came here for a reason, standing where he was folded his arms. I am moving nowhere until I get an answer. Princess Rainbow stepped up to him, her eyes bore into him in defiance. Her dress was still like a wedding cake, pink and covered with ribbons and drapes of lace, the Princesses dresses were mostly as they were. What answers do you want? The voice was restrained, David expected some expliative, but none was forthcoming. Didn't you say you were looking for something? London offered helpfully, as she stepped up, her manner restrained as if she was stepping up to and challenging Rainbow more than talking to David. My father said my mother was in the Park, always telling me that she was in here when whatever happened, at that the Matron stood at the door and cocked her head as if that was a cue. Lowering his eyes, he always said a Princess was my mother and I want to know what happened. Looking at you, and being here, I don't think one of you is, a thought struck him now. Was one of them his mother? Had he crossed the line and had sex with his mother? Taking a step backwards as he looked at them in horror, knowing that if one of them was his mother he was unsure if she was still human. With all that he had seen, and now felt as the Park revolved around him, David wondered if he was anymore. Rainbow laughed, I never had a child, then her eye brows dropped, certainly not one who'd stick his dick in my mouth and cum. The eye brows were an accusation, the face closer as if she sensed a weakness and was only waiting to strike. Paris stepped forward, running her hands over her breasts and down her body. A slight moaning escaping her lips as her dress became tighter, showing off more of her curves, a hand running along the edge of her dress as if she was about to reveal herself. If it is la mama you want, I can help you with that, Paris came up to the bottom step, her green eyes taking on a soft haze under her thick lashes. The heart shape on her lips changing to red on the glossy pink of her lips. Rainbow raised an open hand, hold it slut, if you want to do that keep it in your own Kingdom. The voice was back, the same one David had heard when he entered here. What was his name? Your father, I mean. Stuart, he said after a moment. The rest of them looked at him in horror, the collective gasp stoped him as they began arguing among themselves for a long moment. The accusations flew as they gathered at the bottom step, Paris and London grinning widely, Japonaise laughed loudly as she claimed no part of him. Atlantea and Araban were slightly shy about it and only joined in on the side of Paris and London to add force to the accusations toward Rainbow whose face went white then red with anger. Raising his voice above them, shut up! They all stopped, Paris and London with satisfied looks on their faces, David was missing something here but he was unsure what. My mother, he started, her name was Diane. A gasp from London, Rainbow, and Atlantea followed. Paris looked on the three of them smugly, you tarty sluts. London recovered first, her arms crossing across her chest as she looked at David, no last name? David shook his head, that was the one thing he had never been able to find. Even the birth certificate had somehow missed that information, when he finally tracked it down in the town records office. London pointed at herself, her blue eyes controlled and calm, Diane Langford. David shook his head, as Atlantea looked at him, her green eyes and red hair glowing. His eyes could not help but take in her long, lean body. His desire for athletic girls reflected on her, although having sex with a mermaid was also something he could not deny was exciting. A hand splayed out on her chest as she looked at him, Diane Stuart. David shook his head again and Rainbow looked down at him, her face half covered in horror. Diane Prescott. Shaking his head again thought this was a waste of time, the Matron asked from across the room. What was your father's last name? Johnson, Stuart Johnson. He replied as the titters began, then the Princess and her court were laughing around him. Rainbow laughed deeply, with relief. Oh god! Him! Her voice came out breathy between the laughing. You don't want us, you want Gothic. Gothic? David felt confused, his feelings running along the Park searching for something Gothic. A hand came on his shoulder then large breasts pressed into his back as the accented whisper for Paris filled his ear. We called her Princess Gothic. She worked in make-up, your father fawned over all of us but he was, how you say, the nerd. Princesses do not date nerds. Gothic wanted to be a Princess but could never pass the application, so she dressed like one on her own, but always in the black. Your father fell for her, and she liked the attention so she dated him. We called her Princess Gothic as a joke. She is here? He asked out of the side of his mouth as Paris hung on him as if in relief. Come and see, the Matron told him and gestured towards the other room she had been standing in the door of. David walked over, disengaging from Paris who swiftly moved onto his arm. Japonaise took his other arm, the long pony tails that stretched from her head brushed into him. Looking at her realized she was cute and pretty, the first one he had here, she smiled up at him and placed his arm around her back and held it onto her hip. The silk of her dress was soft over the slim body underneath, by the time they had reached the door Japonaise had move his hand down to her ass and with her fingers laced with him was helping him to grope her ass as they walked. David stepped into the other room as he heard a slight bubble from a fountain, as he got to the door the Matron looked at him with a knowing smile on her face, here is everything you need to know. The voice dripped hatred, happiness at revealing something that should not be seen, all of it not directed at David but at Rainbow. Stepping in he saw the fountain in the middle of the courtyard. The flagstones around it were sticky and wet, the blood had pooled and was black on the stones. Within the fountain the bubbling of the black liquid gurgled loudly as it flowed, as if by force, like the beat of a heart, out of the top and slowly dropped into the pool below. The same black ichor that lay in the river around him, within it he felt something, and it called to him. What made him stop was not the fountain though, all in all that would have been expected compared to what he had see so far, instead what grabbed his attention was their bodies on the floor. Each of them slashed or stabbed, lying on the floor around the fountain, or folded across the lip of the fountain, the head floating unseen in the ichor. All the Princess who stood around him, including Paris and Japonaise who pressed their bodies close and solidly against him, they were all there dead. In the center of them all, lying in the black water of the fountain her back against the central column, a knife sticking through her heart that stained the pink dress a deeper shade crimson, was Rainbow.