A Fairy Tale

[AmandaAce]

OOC- How about a sort of tongue in cheek fairy tale? Sort of like the Xanth novels or Princess Bride type thing? I dunno. It might be fun. I'd like to see how long we could keep up that writing style.
Right now I need a prince.
Read on and jump in.





Alyn was sitting by the side of the road on a rock. She had been there for most of the afternoon, and was only considering abandoning her post for a drink of water. It had been hot that day.
She was rather elaborately dressed for the dusty business of rock-sitting, wearing a cream colored gown and slippers. Her dark hair was gathered back. A small tiara graced her forehead.
The reason Alyn was sitting by the road was simple: she was waiting for a prince.
It seemed by far the most logical course of action. The rock she was sitting on was providentially placed smack in the middle of two kingdoms. Far to the north lay the sparkling Cai Lael, and its two young heirs. Slightly closer to the south was Macaria, the gorgeous city on the sea, and its innumerable nobles.
In the middle lay Bumpkinsport (and lots of other inconsequential hamlets) where Alyn had been raised by her Aunt Poppie. It was Aunt Poppie who had told Alyn the secret of her life. The secret, according to Poppie, was that her parents had been a prince and a princess. Fleeing from the wrath of their disapproving families, they'd given their infant child into her care, and gone on to die horrible tragic deaths.
This was total bullshit, of course, but Alyn believed it. Especially when Poppie would whisper conspiratorially, "They made me promise I'd find you a prince. And so I will."
After a time, it became obvious that no princes were forthcoming. So, Alyn decided to take matters into her own hands. Being young and beautiful and of a slightly fiery temperament, she had simply decided that to meet a prince, she would have to go where the princes were. The princes were not in Bumpkinsport.
Hence, the rock sitting. She had been sitting on the same rock, from early afternoon until dusk for rather more than three months. All she'd seen were trader's carts and the occasional runaway donkey. But she kept her faith. Sooner or later a prince would have to travel down this road. And here she'd be.
Alyn sighed and scratched her arm. She looked off down the road. Far away, she could see a glint. Something was coming. Shrugging her shoulders, she tried to make herself more comfortable. She might as well wait and see what it was.

 

[slowandeasy]

Please......wait for me!!!!

I'd love to be your prince...unfortunately It's been raining so hard that I've started to get webbed feet and my voice is getting rather hoarse.

If you'll give me till tomorrow, I will be dried out enough to turn back into the prince Alyn is sure to fall in love with or at least mildly attracted to.

Seriously, if you'll wait for me I promise to make it worth your while.

 

[AmandaAce]

OK.

 

[slowandeasy]

Your prince is about to arrive

Roger hung his head in dispair. This certainly couldn't be happening to him. Just when he finallly thought he was getting it right he found himself in front of the tribunal. His mother and father seated in the background just shook their heads. Even though they were the King and Queen of the kingdom of Zanasbar there was nothing they could do to help their son escape the wrath of the courts. His younger brothers and sisters sat in the background also. There was no way that they could help either.

So they waited...waited for the decision of the judges. The three of them had their heads together mumbling to each other, deep dark scowls on their faces.

When they turned toward Roger he raised his head proudly. After all he was a Prince he should act like one, he should face whatever decision his elders were about to pass down. He looked squarely at each one of them in turn. For a moment he thought they were going to reconsider but then their eyes turned vacant and forboding.

Their leader stepped forward, clearing his throat.
His voice was vacant and hollow as he said these few and final words.

"As you have reached the age of eighteen and are no longer in the care of your parents, it is our duty to initiate you into the ranks of adulthood, and after you have proven yourself, welcome you into adulthood. However because of your ....ahem.... handicap... shall we say, it is our judgement that this course of action will prove to be pointless. There is no possible way that in your....ahem... condition will you be able to even begin the tasks we will be setting before you. and that even if you manage to stumble through the easier of them, your... ahem... disablility will eventually cause you to fail miserably. This would prove to be not only embarassing to your parents and your family but will be a reflection on the whole kingdom."

Roger valiantly tried to find his voice. "But just because....I'm....."

"SILENCE!!!!" the three of them shouted in unison.
"We have made our decision!"

For a moment the Palace was shrouded in omonous silence and then, as one, the three of them spoke again. "Roger, You are hereby banished from the kingdom. Never, ever to return unless you recover from ....ahem... your terrible affliction.

Roger bowed accepting his fate like a true Prince and then turning quickly and quietly left the palace. In the courtyard his faithfull friend and mentor stood holding the reins of Rogers White steed.

"Good Luck," his mentor said as he watched Roger mount and ride away.

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Several months and many miles later Roger found himself skirting the kingdom of Cai Lael, keeping close to the woods trying to look unobtrusive. He
was dressed in peasents clothes and carried a simple sword by his side. In the distance lay the kingdom of Macaira by the sea. He passed a number of nondescript hamlets. He knew little sbout this new country and when he inquired found the inhabitants to be rather tight lipped and wary. Did the people he incountered know of his handicap, had the word spread out ahead of him? He had been carefull to not let it show and besides why was it such a big deal. He stopped by a cool pool of water and stooped over, looking at his reflection in the water. Even he had to admit he was handsome. Sharp blue eyes looked back at him His blond hair hung down around his shoulders in soft ringlets. He was a bit tall and maybe somewhat gaunt but his broad shoulders and sinewy arms attested to his virility. He reached into the water with his left hand to form a cup bringing it to his thirsty lips He smiled, surely being left handed was no great handicap he told himself. Some how, some day he would prove it.

 

[AmandaAce]

Alyn fidgeted on her rock. She stood up again, looking down the road. She didn't see anything. Gathering her skirts, she started down the road to Poppie's cottage. There was a small pool on the way where she could stop to get a drink.
She skipped lightly down through the trees. She could just see the glint of the pool ahead of her. Quickly she stepped through the underbrush and sat down at the edge of the pool.
Cupping her hands, she bent down over the water and gasped.
There was a man standing there, across the pool from her.

 

[slowandeasy]

discovery

Roger thought he heard a slight noise beyond the underbrush. He cocked his ear and heard it again, a skipping sound.

And then it happened!

A serendipitous feeling came over him. He felt lightheaded and giddy. His body trembled and his throat was dry. The sun seemed so much brighter and the breeze so much breezier. The sound of birds singing filled the air and flowers bloomed profusely at his feet. He felt like hugging a tree, a rock, his horse, who was begining to fidget and looked at him warily.

"This is nonsense." he said to himself. get a grip maybe it was something in the water. He started to back away from the pond.

And then he saw her!

He knew at once it wasn't something in the water.
The feeling that had overcome him intensified as he gazed at the most beautifull girl in the world. He knew also that she was indeed a princess. Not because she was dressed like one, with dainty slippers on her dainty feet, with her silk and satin skirts gathered about her slim and willowy body, not because of the tiera tha sparkled in her dark hair but because.....well she just had to be, she had that air about her, that sense of nobility that surounded her like an aura. She literly glowed with princessness.

What could he do? What should he do? Dusty and diry from being on the road for months, gaunt and weak from having little to eat, speechless and trembling from being in the presense of so much beauty, he stood there trying to make himself small, as small as a bullfrog that might frequent this pond. A brown and dusty, gaunt and weak, speechless and trembling bullfrog. He looked down at his reflection in the water .......and feinted dead away.

 

[AmandaAce]

Alyn froze, her hands halfway to her mouth. The man, a peasant by his dress, was simply standing across the pool from her, gaping. He looked half-starved.
She straightened up and prepared to call out to him. As she did so, his eyes rolled back in his head and he crumpled to the ground.
Gathering her skirts, she raced around the edge of the pool to his side. His horse, a rather fine one for a peasant, was snorting and stamping warily. As she knelt by his side, a seal on the horse's saddlebag caught her eye.
"Kingdom of Zanasbar Royal Stables," she read. She looked down at the fallen man again and noticed a fine ring on his finger. It also carried the royal seal of Zanasbar.
He was a prince! Or so Alyn was prepared to believe. He was handsome, anyway, and princes always traveled in disguise.
Quickly Alyn smoothed her hair and skirts. Taking the still unconscious prince's head in her lap, she sat and concentrated on looking pretty. He would awaken soon enough.

 

[slowandeasy]

Rogers Awakening

As Roger slowly regained his consciousness he held his eyes shut tightly contemplating his present situation (or at least what he thought it to be).

He had two reasons for behaving in this very pecular way. On one hand (possibly his left) he was enjoying his present position even without seeing it. The soft, warm glow of the sun, the caressing breeze the melodious sound of birds,the sweet aroma of blooming flowers filled his heart and soul with great joy.

Other equally overwhelming sensations greeted his awakening as well, though for the moment he was not able to descern from whence and where they came.

A softness and warmth beneath his head, a gentle caressing of two delicate hands, a bright and cheery sound of harmonious humming, the scent of blooming feminine youth and sweet virginity. This new experience created more than simple joy but a feeling Roger was only familiar with in a vague sort of way, but one that he increasingly became more aware of and desired to continue.

Indeed it did and soon he was lost in the wonder of all these sensations, and thus forgot what he had been considering on the other hand (the right one) as it only meant dealing with the logic of his situation, which he had no desire to even consider at this time.

He made a wish, took a quick peek, and then held his breath to keep from gasping when he found his wish had come true. Of course he knew it would, after all some things are meant to be.

He was very pleasantly laying in the lap of the princess he had just recently discovered across the pond. Seeing that the princess he had wished for was gazing off in the distance he took this opportunity to add to his sight the sensations he had previously been so intimately surrounded by.

The sunshine of her smile made her fair skin glow with the softness and warmth he was feeling. He watched her fingers soft and supple as they stroked his face and neck renewing him. Her ruby lips and trembling throat gave added meaning to her song. Her lap in which he lay echoed each breath she took and filled the air with her delicious scent.

It mattered little whether she thought of him as some poor dog she was comforting. Or so what if she had rescued him instead of him rescuing her. It mattered even less that he had been banished from his kingdom and would be unable to carry her off to become, someday, the queen of Zanasbar.

What mattered was he was a Prince and she was a Princess and they were together at this one special moment in time. For now that was enough for Roger. Of couse he wanted more and in time he was sure he would have all that he wished for.

For now he would continue to enjoy the wonderfull feelings their togetherness was creating and then move on to the next moment.

As his gaze moved upwards again past the soft curves of her petite bosom, to her soft shoulders, to the hollow of her throat, to the cleft of her firm chin and the moist fullness of her lips, to her butotn nose and finally to her innocent eyes, he saw her smile and heard her speak.

"Ah, My prince is awake. I am indeed gratefull for that."

Roger didn't know what to say. "How did she know that he was a prince? Or did she?"

Maybe her use of the word 'Prince' was simply one of convenience as she didn't know his name obviously. Sort of a term of endearment, after all she had been holding him quite close and seemed comfortable with his presense. What ever the reason, Roger felt comfortable also, so he replied in like fashion.

"Yes my Princess, I am awake and like you I am also gratefull."

 

[AmandaAce]

Alyn, looking down at the handsome prince-in-disguise, was astonished. He thought she was a princess! Obviously, this was what she'd been going for, but it was still a surprise to find that her plan had worked perfectly.
Smiling, she helped him sit up. It occured to her that she'd already been far too forward with this stranger, but hopefully he wouldn't ask too many questions.
Perhaps if he got too nosy she'd feign amnesia. That was a tack that had worked before. Many a princess in a castle had once simply been a pretty peasant girl with fake amnesia. Most of the time the princes were well aware of it. It was common knowledge that princesses were terrible fucks, and commonly stupid due to generations of inbreeding. The princes welcomed the deception.
Well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. Tossing her hair, she grinned at the prince.
"What's your name?" she asked.

 

[slowandeasy]

Before Roger could answer, he knew he needed to think about just what his answer should be, yet he didn’t want to appear rude by being hesitant to respond to her question.

He had felt a bit woozy when he had first sat up perhaps if he just sort of distracted her in some manner while he contemplated his situation.

He stretched tentatively to check his sense of balance, rubbed his eyes, examined the back of his head for lumps or possible abrasions, wiggled his toes and scrunched his butt firmly into the soft grassy knoll they were seated on. All the while he was performing these distractions he was thinking seriously fast.

There was no doubt in his mind that he was in the presence of a very beautiful and enchanting princess. His first impulse had been to tell her he was indeed a Prince, Prince Roger from the kingdom of Zanasbar. He would then pull her into his arms and declare his love and devotion and bring back those tingly feelings he had been experiencing while he was laying in her lap by making mad passionate love to her and then carry her off into the sunset (or was he to carry her off into the sunset and then make mad passionate love to her?)

Roger didn’t know the answee to his own question of course. He had never made love to any woman much less a princess and had no idea what the proper procedure was. Then he remembered the advice his mentor and friend Sir Oswald had given him. “All women are different, it is very difficult to know from one minute to the next what measures to take to satitisfy their needs and yours but remember this. Just go slow and easy, Roger. Princesses’, or for that matter all members of the opposite sex appreciate a man who goes slow and easy.”

Knowing that he had to start somewhere (he was running out of things to do with his feet and hands) Roger cleared his throat and grinned back.

He took her soft little hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed it ever so lightly and then looked up into her eyes (somehow they appeared to be not quite so innocent as when he had first looked into them but did it really matter, after all he was in love.

“Good Day milady, My name is....Roger. (He had wanted to say Prince Roger but felt it a bit premature to disclose his real identity at this time.) "I am eternally grateful to you for rescuing me from a very precarious situation and possibly even saving my life, if it were not for your attentive assistance I may have never come to. As you can see I am just a humble peasant and I have little to offer a beautiful Princess as yourself. Be that as it may, still your wish is my command.”

He raised her hand , (which he had been unable to let go of all the time he was talking to her and kissed it again, this time, in his exuberance, a bit more profusely.) His mentors words came back to him. “Slow and easy, Roger.”

Returning her hand to her lap, he reluctantly released his hold and returned his gaze to her eyes. He said in a meek voice. “If it is not too much for me to ask milady, What is your name?”

 

[AmandaAce]

Alyn stifled a giggle as Roger kissed her hand. He was trying so hard to hide his identity from her, when anyone could see he was a prince. His manner, his looks, his fine horse, all these things immediately betrayed him for what he was.
Still, he must have a reason for traveling in disguise. Alyn would play along with him for now.
"My name is Alyn," she said demurely, looking at him from under her eyelashes. She was very aware of her charms and used them to the best of her ability. Sliding closer to him, she leaned forward and touched his leg.
"I was abandoned by my mother, the princess of Macaria, in this place as an infant. I was taken in by the witch Poppie, who has raised me these eighteen years." Alyn was twenty-two. "Since I have reached the age of majority, I must go out into the world and find a prince to marry. According to Poppie's fortune casting, I was to sit at the side of the road until I found the one who would lead me to my destiny. Although I found you unconscious by the pool, I'm sure you're the one I was meant to meet. Will you help me?"
While delivering this speech, Alyn inched closer and closer to the prince until she was practically sitting in his lap. It was not her way to be coy and demure, but there were rules to these sorts of things, and if he was to believe she was a princess, she'd have to try to act like one.
Turning her head, she looked directly into his eyes. She clasped his hand in hers and pouted her lips.
"Take me with you," she said.

 

[slowandeasy]

Her voice was like a chior of angels singing as she told him her name and his heart soon began to flutter. As she moved closer to him and their legs touched ever so lightly some thing lower also began to flutter. Even though Roger was a virgin he still had a basic understanding of what this fluttering feeling meant. It meant that his personal sword, the one between his legs would soon begin to rise if he thought too long and hard about the closeness of their bodies.

Even though her many layers of skirts covered her soft pale skin, Roger had a vision of her creammy thighs and her supple legs. To complicate matters she had touched his leg with her hand not very far from his threatening projectile.

He knew he had to think of something quick to keep from embarassing this rare and dainty princess. Surely her sensiblities would be shocked if she were to observe his leather trousers billowing out in front of him from the force of his erection. Maybe he should say something, like what a pretty name she had or talk about the weather.

Fortunatly Alyn continued to talk so he concentrated for a while on her words instead of what her bare thighs would look like and the closeness of her tiny hand to his now quivering shaft. All though the fluttering of his heart continued the other feelings subsided and he relaxed a little.

Her sad tale caused his heart to go out to her. How could he not help her he thought when suddenly she asked." Will you help me? " beside
that, he had a feeling that her destiny was also his and he was certainly not going to stand in the way of how things were meant to be.

Of course the fact that she continued to move clser and closer to him and soon not only the sides of their legs were touching (between the many layers of cloth of course)but their thighs their waists,their shoulders and even the full length of their legs and feet were if not exactly touching were so close that the warmth of Alyns body cuased the same sensations that he had felt while laying her lap not long ago.

Roger taking a deep breath and concentrated on how he could help her, fortunately for the both of them prevented things from escalating down below.



"How could he help her, he wondered. Why would she even ask him? she seemed to think that he was the prince her aunt Poppie had told her would come. What made he suspect he was the one. He was dressed like a peasant he had no money, the elders had seen to that. All that he owned were the clothes on his back and his fine white steed and saddle and bridle. He looked at his horse nibbling quietly on the lush grass behind them and knew, of course! He bit his lip to keep from shouting it out. "His horse and saddle had given him away, he must at once elaborate on his little white lie, rationalizing that it would be the best thing to do under the circumstances even though Prince's in general and he in particluar were not prone to telling falsehoods. "

before he could get it out she had taken his hand in hers and said

"Take me with you. "

She had turned and as he looked in her eyes he knew he had no choice, it was indeed destiny.

He resisted the temtation to relpace her hand on his leg somewhat closer to his budding staff than it had been previously and instead brought it once again to his lips. After kissing it again he saw that she was silent waiting for his reply, a look in her eys that was not entirely innocent but held what he thought to be a promise of devotion and subservience if he granted her request.

"Princess Alyn." he said as he stood and drew her up with him. Even though I am but a humble peasant I was fortunate to come upon this fine horse, riderless of course and seeing a dragon disappearing into the underbrush smaking his lips, looking like he had just feasted upon a hapless prince. I assumed ...

So on this fine steed you shall ride until of course, you find the Prince you are searching for, as I am certainly not him. And in the mean time I promise to slay any dragon that attempts to feast upon your delicious looking body or vanquish any ignoble knight who may attempt to take advantage of your willing and generous nature."

He lifted her into his arms and with long strides brought her to his horse who was now well fed and ready to continue the journey.

Being a man of good breeding he placed his princess softly in the saddle smoothing her skirts around her and climbing on bwehind her took the reins in one hand and with the other circled her trim waist, not to high up as to cause her concern for her virtue, but just high enough so that the curved undersides of her breasts rested on his arm and he could insure that her balance was maintained.

In this manner they headed down the road Roger delighting in the up and down movement which
caused their bodies to bump pleasantly against each other.

 

[AmandaAce]

Alyn almost laughed out loud when he carried her to his horse. She was going with him! No matter where they ended up, it had to be better than smelly old Bumpkinsport.
She had noted his erection with amusement earlier, but it would've been unseemly to bring it up. She had also ignored his pathetic excuse for his fine steed. He had his own reasons for hiding his identity, and he would tell her the truth when he was ready. She, on the other hand, had no intention of ever telling him the truth. Instead, she let him lift her up on the horse (as though she hadn't been riding horses her whole life!) and trot away.
As they rode, she settled herself back against his chest. In a few hours they would be in Ridicule, where there was a respectable inn. There she could have a bite to eat and several drinks, after which time she'd be able to see things much more clearly. She turned around, smiling at him, and was struck again by his beauty. She would see what happened.

 

[slowandeasy]

Roger

Roger knew at once that she was an accomplished rider and as his horse trotted briskly down the road he continued to enjoy the softnes of her body in front of him. She didn't seem to mind the fact that his arms encircled her waist occasionally rubbed against the gently rounded bottom surfaces of her firm breasts, but yet she seemed a bit aloft, perhaps she was waiting until they arrived at their destination before she responded to his rather intimate touch.

Which brought his mind to the question of just where they were destined to go and when would they get there. He knew that he needed to make some decisions in this matter even though he felt that fate played a big hand in their future.

It was then that he recalled what his mentor, Sir Oswald had instruced him in manners such as these.

"Consider the lowly porcupine." he had said one day when Roger had been tormenting the poor sage about his future. "When he is unsure of the path ahead of him as he leaves his tunnel in the ground he turns backwards and prceeds to advance in that way."

Roger knew of course that if his friend wre here he wouldn't suggest that he turn around and make his horse walk backwards, but that the lesson he was teaching was that sometimes one must look into his past to see his future."

Well, he certainly had the time to do that now as the jogging of the horse made conversation difficult and recalling Alyn's sweet yet apprecaiative smile a ways back he was led to believe that for now he should remain silent.

His future more than likely lay far ahead of him so he decided that he must recall events from a long ways back.

Some of his first recollections were of the time he spent with his wet nurse, as she provided his nourishment by means of two very awesome containers, her budding and warm full breasts. Though he had to share them with her own son, he found them amply full enough to satisfy his hunger and give him the comfort of their warmth and softness both in his roaming hands and in his eager mouth.

The young mother seemed eager to respond to his needs and encouraged him to use both hands and his mouth to explore every delicious centemeter of each precious globe.

" My, my, Arn't we being adventurous today." She had exclaimed when Roger was feeling rather rambunctous. He had finished his meal draining both delightful vessels and was tweaking both her hard nipples simutaneously with the fingers of each hand. Her body arched toward his not so gentle proding and she gasped. "Roger If I didn't know better, I'd say you are not left handed you are ambidexturous. Roger didn't know what the word meant obviously but he knew he was pleasing his wet nurse and continued his two handed manipulations.

Later his mentor would discover this same rare trait but cautioned Roger not to let anyone in the kingdom discover their secret as being ambidextrous would sit even worse in the elders eyes than being left handed. So it was that Roger kept his secret using his left hand when in public and only experimenting with his additional dexterity when alone. To add to his dilema all tools and utensils were made to be wielded in the right hand and in order to maintain his secret he had to make alowances .

The biggest problem was the sword and because he drew with his left hand he found himself fighting on the wrong side and loosing most of his battles.

"So what had he learned from all this introspection?" he asked himself as they neared a twon whose name was Ridicule as proclaimed by a wooden sign on its edge.

Roger knew that if he were to engage in battle for Alyns honor or that if he needed to provide her with food and lodging he'd better not even think of fighting.

He would have to use his head and the manual dexterity that now out of the boundaries of Zansapar he could freely use. His mentor had taught him many slight of hand tricks and being equally quick with either hand, devised a plan.

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On the edge of Ridicule a charming little Inn caught his fancy and pulling his steed to a halt He helped Alyn dismount. At the entry to the inn he picked several red roses and hid them quickly under his jacket. Once inside he presented one of the roses to the serving wench who approaced them to seat them, Drawing it out of thin air if it were. The wench smiled as she accepted the rose and led them to a table with a fine view of the countryside.

As it was near the supper hour the place was busy tables full to brimming with weary travelers eating and drinking. On the way to the table they passed many other tables and as they passed Roger unbeknownst to the hungry and thirsty diners quickly scooped up the loose coins that were handy . "He was simply borrowing them." he told himself. "When he was able he would pay them back."

No one was the wiser and when he arrived at their table, his pockets were bulging with coins, more than enough to pay for a meal fit for a Princess and enough for a room upstairs and a bath.

He produced another rose this one for Alyn and beckoned for her to be seated.