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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: festival
“How do I look?” the whitetail doe asked. She pirouetted on one hoof. “What do you think?”
The whitetail buck who was her fiancé put a paw to his chin, making a great show of thinking it over. To tell the truth, it was a very nice sundress, yellow with the hems embroidered in wildflowers. “Hmm. Could you do that again, Electra?” The doe swiveled her ears at him but did another twirl, and the buck said, “I don’t like it.”
“What?”
“I said, I don’t like it,” Daniel said. He smiled. “You’re wearing underwear.”
Princess Electra of Kervina put her paws on her hips and glared at him, openmouthed. He grinned, and she started laughing. “Going – what’s the word again? Yeah, clamando - that’s only for you,” she said. “Are you wearing underwear?”
“Guilty,” he admitted, “but I’m wearing your gift to me, and no one needs to know about that.”
“You are?” She pressed up close to him and rested a gentle paw on his shorts. Her eyes lit up at the feel of the plastic chastity cage. “Ooh, you are,” and she tipped her head up so she could kiss her buck. “I love you. My Prince.”
“I love you, my Princess.” His ears and flag had dipped only momentarily at her use of his title. When they had gotten engaged, he had been elevated by decree to equal her rank. “Are you ready to go?”
Electra nodded, scooping up a wide-brimmed hat that matched the dress. “I can’t believe you’re wearing those.”
“It’s supposed to be a warm day,” Daniel said. “Everyone will be looking at you.”
Electra chuckled. “Always the gentlebuck.”
“I was raised right,” he said with a shrug, and as she finished putting on her hat he opened the door to his bungalow and escorted his fiancée to the waiting car. Since their formal betrothal, he had accepted a small guest house on the grounds of the Palace. It was very convenient for the Royal Guard, who provided security.
A few paparazzi were gathered outside the King’s Gate, and cameras and cell phones clicked as the chauffeured car left the Palace grounds and headed out of the city.
“Do you think we’ll lose them, Helen?” Daniel asked the wolfess who was in the front seat beside the driver.
Helen Bach snorted. “Not damned likely,” the Guard Captain growled, “but we’ll keep them at arm’s length.”
“Best we can hope for, then.” Daniel glanced at Electra, who was gazing out the window as the car made its way through Highpoint, Kervina’s capital. “You okay?”
“Hm? Oh, yes. It’s just – “
“What?”
“Father and Mother usually do this. It’s my first time officiating at the Spring Festival.”
He took her paw and kissed it briefly before he said, “You won’t be doing it alone, you know.” She smiled, gently removed her paw only to take his, and she kissed his paw.
The Spring Festival had been celebrated in Kervina for over a millennium. Although it was no longer strictly associated with the Faith of the Holy Union, it was still a public holiday and a great excuse to go out, enjoy the warm weather, and have some fun.
Of course, the monarchy had always been obligated to appear, and to take part in some of the amusements.
People cheered as the car was waved through the parking lot and halted at the main gate to the fairgrounds, and cheered again as Daniel assisted Electra from the vehicle and were greeted by a small group of people, mostly deer but with a significant number of wolves, foxes and a few other species.
The King of the Festival was a portly fox dressed in a cape and a copy of the Oak Crown; his Queen, an attractive red deer doe, curtsied as he bowed. “Welcome, Your Highne – Highnesses,” he amended hastily, “welcome to the Spring Festival.”
Electra returned the curtsy and said, “Good morning, Your Majesty,” and as people applauded she glanced at Daniel.
“May we have permission to enter your domain, Your Majesties?” the buck asked. It was traditional.
“Of course!” the fox said, to a cheer. “Throw cares away, and come enjoy yourselves!” He turned, and the small assembly entered the fairground.
The place was crowded with people who stopped and applauded as Electra and Daniel were escorted to the bandstand at the center of the field. The Festival King took the steps two at a time, paused only briefly to catch his breath, and tapped the waiting microphone. “Your attention, please!” he said to the growing crowd facing him. “We are pleased to admit into our presence Their Highnesses, Princess Electra and Prince Daniel!” There were cheers and applause as the two whitetails came forward and waved.
They turned as the Festival Queen stepped forward, flanked by two women bearing tankards, and when she reached the microphone the red deer doe said, “For the traditional toast, Your Highnesses.”
Electra had been half-dreading this. The tankards held about a liter of late winter lager, and were brim-full apart from a tiny skin of foam. She and Daniel were required to drink all the contents in one go, and she thanked the Lord and Lady that she was old enough to drink.
Daniel already had one tankard in his paw, and he raised it to his lips as the whitetail doe started to drink.
The beer was chilled, hoppy with an almost sweet finish; some of it dripped out the sides of her mouth before she could stop it, aware of it seeping into the fur on her neck. Electra kept one eye on Daniel, noting that he was drinking it slowly. He was also watching her out of the corner of one eye.
He winked, reassuring her.
For a while all she could concentrate on was keeping her throat working, pausing to breathe once or twice, as more beer flowed down her throat until it was gone. She felt stuffed, but smiled as she upended the empty mug and held it up. Daniel did the same, and the crowd cheered and applauded.
After acknowledging the crowd, Daniel escorted his doe to the beer tent, and she sat down on a folding chair. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded. “My head’s feeling a little fuzzy already,” she admitted, and covered her mouth with a paw as she belched. “Excuse me.”
The fox laughed. “No worries, Highness. It’s expected.” He offered her a napkin, and she dabbed at the damp tracks the beer had left on her neck. “I confess that there were a few in the audience that were hoping you’d spill it.”
She blinked. “They were?”
The Festival King nodded. “Queen Ariadne coughed a few years ago. Wet her blouse thoroughly, and everyone could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra,” and his ears dipped in embarrassment as Queen Ariadne’s daughter gaped at him. “But you did very well, for a first time out. Been giving her lessons, sir?” he asked Daniel.
“No,” the buck replied, but he pulled a shifty expression that had the older tod laughing. “Are you feeling all right to take a walk around?” he asked Electra.
“Yes,” she said, giving him a sudden glare as she added, “but we’re not going on any rides.”
Her ears flattened as Daniel and those around who overheard her started laughing.
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: festival
“How do I look?” the whitetail doe asked. She pirouetted on one hoof. “What do you think?”
The whitetail buck who was her fiancé put a paw to his chin, making a great show of thinking it over. To tell the truth, it was a very nice sundress, yellow with the hems embroidered in wildflowers. “Hmm. Could you do that again, Electra?” The doe swiveled her ears at him but did another twirl, and the buck said, “I don’t like it.”
“What?”
“I said, I don’t like it,” Daniel said. He smiled. “You’re wearing underwear.”
Princess Electra of Kervina put her paws on her hips and glared at him, openmouthed. He grinned, and she started laughing. “Going – what’s the word again? Yeah, clamando - that’s only for you,” she said. “Are you wearing underwear?”
“Guilty,” he admitted, “but I’m wearing your gift to me, and no one needs to know about that.”
“You are?” She pressed up close to him and rested a gentle paw on his shorts. Her eyes lit up at the feel of the plastic chastity cage. “Ooh, you are,” and she tipped her head up so she could kiss her buck. “I love you. My Prince.”
“I love you, my Princess.” His ears and flag had dipped only momentarily at her use of his title. When they had gotten engaged, he had been elevated by decree to equal her rank. “Are you ready to go?”
Electra nodded, scooping up a wide-brimmed hat that matched the dress. “I can’t believe you’re wearing those.”
“It’s supposed to be a warm day,” Daniel said. “Everyone will be looking at you.”
Electra chuckled. “Always the gentlebuck.”
“I was raised right,” he said with a shrug, and as she finished putting on her hat he opened the door to his bungalow and escorted his fiancée to the waiting car. Since their formal betrothal, he had accepted a small guest house on the grounds of the Palace. It was very convenient for the Royal Guard, who provided security.
A few paparazzi were gathered outside the King’s Gate, and cameras and cell phones clicked as the chauffeured car left the Palace grounds and headed out of the city.
“Do you think we’ll lose them, Helen?” Daniel asked the wolfess who was in the front seat beside the driver.
Helen Bach snorted. “Not damned likely,” the Guard Captain growled, “but we’ll keep them at arm’s length.”
“Best we can hope for, then.” Daniel glanced at Electra, who was gazing out the window as the car made its way through Highpoint, Kervina’s capital. “You okay?”
“Hm? Oh, yes. It’s just – “
“What?”
“Father and Mother usually do this. It’s my first time officiating at the Spring Festival.”
He took her paw and kissed it briefly before he said, “You won’t be doing it alone, you know.” She smiled, gently removed her paw only to take his, and she kissed his paw.
The Spring Festival had been celebrated in Kervina for over a millennium. Although it was no longer strictly associated with the Faith of the Holy Union, it was still a public holiday and a great excuse to go out, enjoy the warm weather, and have some fun.
Of course, the monarchy had always been obligated to appear, and to take part in some of the amusements.
People cheered as the car was waved through the parking lot and halted at the main gate to the fairgrounds, and cheered again as Daniel assisted Electra from the vehicle and were greeted by a small group of people, mostly deer but with a significant number of wolves, foxes and a few other species.
The King of the Festival was a portly fox dressed in a cape and a copy of the Oak Crown; his Queen, an attractive red deer doe, curtsied as he bowed. “Welcome, Your Highne – Highnesses,” he amended hastily, “welcome to the Spring Festival.”
Electra returned the curtsy and said, “Good morning, Your Majesty,” and as people applauded she glanced at Daniel.
“May we have permission to enter your domain, Your Majesties?” the buck asked. It was traditional.
“Of course!” the fox said, to a cheer. “Throw cares away, and come enjoy yourselves!” He turned, and the small assembly entered the fairground.
The place was crowded with people who stopped and applauded as Electra and Daniel were escorted to the bandstand at the center of the field. The Festival King took the steps two at a time, paused only briefly to catch his breath, and tapped the waiting microphone. “Your attention, please!” he said to the growing crowd facing him. “We are pleased to admit into our presence Their Highnesses, Princess Electra and Prince Daniel!” There were cheers and applause as the two whitetails came forward and waved.
They turned as the Festival Queen stepped forward, flanked by two women bearing tankards, and when she reached the microphone the red deer doe said, “For the traditional toast, Your Highnesses.”
Electra had been half-dreading this. The tankards held about a liter of late winter lager, and were brim-full apart from a tiny skin of foam. She and Daniel were required to drink all the contents in one go, and she thanked the Lord and Lady that she was old enough to drink.
Daniel already had one tankard in his paw, and he raised it to his lips as the whitetail doe started to drink.
The beer was chilled, hoppy with an almost sweet finish; some of it dripped out the sides of her mouth before she could stop it, aware of it seeping into the fur on her neck. Electra kept one eye on Daniel, noting that he was drinking it slowly. He was also watching her out of the corner of one eye.
He winked, reassuring her.
For a while all she could concentrate on was keeping her throat working, pausing to breathe once or twice, as more beer flowed down her throat until it was gone. She felt stuffed, but smiled as she upended the empty mug and held it up. Daniel did the same, and the crowd cheered and applauded.
After acknowledging the crowd, Daniel escorted his doe to the beer tent, and she sat down on a folding chair. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded. “My head’s feeling a little fuzzy already,” she admitted, and covered her mouth with a paw as she belched. “Excuse me.”
The fox laughed. “No worries, Highness. It’s expected.” He offered her a napkin, and she dabbed at the damp tracks the beer had left on her neck. “I confess that there were a few in the audience that were hoping you’d spill it.”
She blinked. “They were?”
The Festival King nodded. “Queen Ariadne coughed a few years ago. Wet her blouse thoroughly, and everyone could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra,” and his ears dipped in embarrassment as Queen Ariadne’s daughter gaped at him. “But you did very well, for a first time out. Been giving her lessons, sir?” he asked Daniel.
“No,” the buck replied, but he pulled a shifty expression that had the older tod laughing. “Are you feeling all right to take a walk around?” he asked Electra.
“Yes,” she said, giving him a sudden glare as she added, “but we’re not going on any rides.”
Her ears flattened as Daniel and those around who overheard her started laughing.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Deer
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File Size 55.7 kB
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