“Now to go get new clothes!” Azalea sang as they exited the goblin smith’s shop. She was happy and a bit amused, watching Chitchat walk unsteadily trying to acclimate to her new accessory. “Yes, we’ve had enough distractions for one day,” asserted Reina. “We have a bit of a walk,” groused Chitchat. “This way.” The job Chitchat had anticipated to be simple was proving more than she and her rear had bargained for. She rubbe...

The trio made their way back to the bustling ring of the shopping district, stopping in front of a statue of what must have been some iconic blacksmith when Devin turned to the girls. “I have a shop I want to visit. I thought of a few presents I wanted to buy the two of you. Do you mind getting a head start and finding a seamstress? Oh, and Azalea, can I borrow the drawing you did of… my… er… me?” Azalea gave him a quizzi...

More mountainous and nearly impassable compared to the eastern half of the kingdom, the western region of Lindone was a natural fortress fortified by the jagged peaks of the Snowsquall mountains to the south. This environment border, running the entire length of the country, was intersected only by the Frigid Fingers Peaks that curved northwestward. Along with three valleys that were the only feasible means of travel in t...

After dinner, Devin retired for the night. His footsteps faded up the stairs and left the girls alone with Ellyn and her father. Ellyn sat down after having finished cleaning up dinner, sewing kit in hand, and set to work mending some shirts. Without pausing, she asked Devin’s ladies, “So, how’d you two enjoy your day on the farm?” “It was so much fun! I'm sad we can’t stay longer,” Azalea replied as she unbraided her hai...

During the trek back to camp, Reina lagged behind. She felt a little awkward with her new family, but she was also giddy. ‘I can’t believe I finally found a herd-mate!’ she thought. ‘He’s not what I imagined he’d be; he’s not even a demi-human, but he didn’t mind my oddities or disfigurement, and he… he actually kissed them!’ She put her hands to her face, blushing at the memory. ‘Speaking of kisses, Azalea kissed me, as...

Author's Note: As it stands, this story is all alone in the world. No accompanying chapter two or three to latch onto its giving teat. No sequel to fuck into my hard drive. One day, I hope to continue this. Preferably before next year. For now, though, I've written this to work as both an opening chapter and as a stand-alone story. Mother Goose would be grim to see what I've made of her, a delicious pate for this fine sum...

Two hours later, Devin pulled the wagon to a stop next to a rotted log. Azalea was still snoozing on his lap and drooling. She had uncurled from a fetal position and into a tangle of blanket and limbs sprawled every which way. Chuckling, Devin estimated the accumulated time he had seen her naked now exceeded that for her clothed state. Untangling her limbs from the blanket, he took a peek at her crest, noting the energy g...

Along the king’s highway, among the edge of the tree line, a small fairy flitted her way between the scraggly firs and majestic spruce. At first glance, it appeared she had no particular destination in mind. She kept stopping every so often, perched on a branch and looked expectantly toward the road a few moments then then took off again. As she steadily made her way south, she soon spotted a dot moving toward her in the...

I sat with my eyes closed in the April sun. Spring was finally here. "Isn't it wonderful...?" I heard a voice next to me. I opened my eyes. The voice belonged to a young woman sitting on the next bench. "Oh yes, I guess you could say that..." I said. "Winter has dragged on so long this year." "May I join you...?" she asked. "I'd love you to!" I replied, a bit surprised. She had beautiful brown eyes. We chatted for a while...

How many days had it been since she was first brought here? Keeping time was impossible when she had seen nothing but blackness for what felt like weeks. Amaryllis shifted to her other side, the tug of her leg restraint a subtle reminder that she was still a hostage.  Her stomach was growling, would they ever let her eat? Was the plan to leave her here to starve to death? She had no way of knowing and no one to ask. In al...