“Don’t let her see me…” The Prince cowers in the bushes and speaks in the world’s quietest voice. “If there is a God, please don’t let her see me-he-heeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” He even needs to stop the bush itself from shaking with him.
Faith chuckles. “Shh, but you need to be more quiet (lie), or else we’ll get caught.”
“Yes, good idea!” The Prince speaks in the galaxy’s quietest voice. “But how?”
“Shhhhhhhh, sugah. Shh~❤️ Let me take care of that.” Faith gets ready to sit...
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…right on The Prince’s face. Perfectly muffling the writer with her page.
“Mmmfrmrmmmmrrfmmrmrmrmrmrm!!!” The Prince says something.
Faith gets nice and comfy. Taking extra care to squeeze her thighs when necessary, and right now, “necessary” means full lockdown. “You’re too wound up.” She parts the bushes. “Now let’s see what all the fuss is about…”
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It’s the collar-carrying Princess of SaurDIAMONDS. She simply wants her prince to come home. “Where are you, my love~?” She skips around daintily. “You shouldn’t be out in public without your collar.” She also simply wants her pet to come home.
…bitch… Faith huffs and looks back down at the suffocating prince. “Tee-hee, I didn’t know yew wuz a puppy, sugah~❤️”
The Writer, a.k.a. The Prince, is insulted by this. He frees himself from the impromptu make-out session with Faith’s “hot off the presses” page. “I’m a WRITER! Not a DOG!” The Prince barks back as he wipes away tears. “And nothing about the collar she’s carrying is funny! That castle. That bedroom. That prison called a castle. That dungeon called a bedroom. So horrible, so, so horrible…” He shivers like recounting war flashbacks…the trauma…the trauma…
“There, there.” Faith pats his head. “Tell me all about it, and let your heart be at ease…” She sneaks in another glance at this sad dog of a writer’s bone.
The Prince recounts his terrible tale with Faith. “It all started during our honeymoon…”
“Mhm, mhm, go on.”
“...after she personally executed the ‘rescue party’ sent by my ex-girlfriend…”
“Mhm, mhm, go on.” Faith checks her nails. She doesn’t care about this ex-girlfriend.
“I didn’t know about her ‘other side’ until it was too late…”
“Other side, sugah?”
“Yes, other side…her…her….herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” It looks like The Prince is about to have a stroke if he ever finishes this sentence.
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“…traditional side!” The Prince cries with every word. “She believes in extremely rough mating rituals, chaining me to a bed, making me hold a strange charm, chanting in a strange language, and blah, blah, I’ve been bruised more than once, blah, blah, blah, blibbity, blabbity, blah, blah!”
…chaining you to a bed…that’s a smart girl… Faith checked out of listening to The Prince's story's “traumatic” bits. She nods along. Such a good story.
“And you know, some may think I received these scars on my chest from battle. Oh, how that couldn’t be further from the truth.” The Prince scratches his chest. “She did this to me!”
“Why?”
“...so I would never forget that I’m her property…”
Oh yeah, definitely a smart girl… Faith nods.
“And that’s not everything…” The Prince sighs. “...those rituals…”
“Where’s Daddy~? Where’s Daddy~?” asks cute, squeaky, precious little voices, but who could they be?
Let’s find out…oh!
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✨Wow! It’s little lizard-tailed baby girls, sixteen of them to be exact. They look just like Mama!✨
“...those rituals were a success…” The Prince holds himself in a fetal position, sucking his thumb and being pathetic.
“Oh, my sweet children~✨ Daddy will come home~✨” The Princess of SaurDIAMONDS coddles them.
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“But why would Daddy run away~?” The baby girls ask in unison (they tend to always do that). “Bad dog! Bad dog! Tee-hee.”
Because a writer must be free… The Prince clenches his fist.
“Because your father is poor and stupid. Poor people don’t know any better.” The Princess answers her daughters with the absolute and unquestionable truth. “That’s why they have no money~✨”
The Prince cries in silence, unseen, unheard, but not unfelt.
“Poor and stupid~! Poor and stupid~!” The lil’ girls sing. “Just like our dopey broooooottttthhhhherrrrr~!”
“OWWWW! MAMA!” A squeaky boy’s voice cries.
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A lil’ baby monkey boy had his tail bitten by one of his sisters. He looks just like Daddy!
This updates our count to seventeen girls and one boy!
“MAMAAAAAAAAA!!!!” The boy runs to The Princess. “MAAAAAMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!”
“Crybaby, crybaby, cry, cry, baby, baby!” The sisters bully him (as usual).
“Stop teasing him.” The Princess wags her fingers to scold her girls. “I’ll teach him to be an intelligent and successful businessman!” She gives her precious son multiple quick kisses on his cheek. “He was born with a rare gem on his head, a good luck charm for a good luck baby~✨”
All the sisters blow a raspberry. “Our gems are cute!”
“My lone son, my pride, see how she subtly manipulates and raises him against me…” The Prince whispers to Faith.
I wonder if we can make this many babies together. Oh yeah~❤️🔥 Faith ignores him while she counts each baby. How many girls for us~? How many boys for us~?
“We’re bored. We want Daddy to read us another story!” The baby girls clap and play.
“Ah, but my daughters, they respect me…” The Prince is so sure of himself.
The girls laugh. “Daddy’s stories are so stupid!” That’s where the entertainment comes from—not from the quality of the stories, but because of the distinct lack of quality of the stories.
“Damn…” The Prince is so humiliated that we shouldn’t describe his face at this moment.
*snort* *snort* Faith can’t help but laugh along with these girls. *snort* “Don’t cry, sugah. Yew’ll be too busy writing a story with may anyway~❤️” *snort* *SNORT* *OINK*
*HISS* “Huh? What wassssssssssss THAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?” The Princess of SaurDIAMONDS twists her neck around. Hissing like a cobra, foaming venom from her lips. Rattling her tail. Her now monstrous voice not at all matching her usual kind voice. She grows in size…
Faith instantly tries to shut off her own existence in fear. A wise move.
“I HEAR a piggy…I SMELL a piggy…but I DON’T SEE a piggy!” *HISSSSSSSSS*
*hiss* *hiss* *hiss* “Where’s the piggy, Mama? Tell ussssss. We’re hungry…” These baby girls aren’t the only ones losing their usual cuteness. Their ominous eyes, too, lurk in the darkness.
“Huh?” The dopey baby boy’s dopey eyes just look around aimlessly.
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…Faith can only pray that she won’t be discovered…
“SPIRITS FROM THE SANDS OF DIAMONDS!!! I BEESEECH THEE!!! REVEAL WHAT I SEEK!!!” The Princess conjures a wicked rolling dice. “MY CHILDREN!!! I COMMAND YOUR POWER!!!”
“Piggy! Piggy! PIGGY!!!” The baby girls chant and conjure dice of their own.
Faith wants to die on the spot, which is hoping for the best-case scenario rather than being served on a plate as a tasty (and very cute) piggy princess dinner. If these damn cards were sharp enough, she’d slit her own throat.
*dink* A mysterious dice summons itself again for Faith, too. But, due to wanting to die so much, she hasn’t noticed.
“NOW!!!”
All parties cast their dice…
…
*clack* *clack* and *clack*
…
“NANI!?” Looks like The Princess and all her daughters rolled 0s.
Faith wipes sweat from her forehead. “...whew…” According to the dice that loves to tuck itself between her bosom, she rolled a 9, surely canceling out this crazy snake princess and her crazy snake babies.
*HISS* “HOW DARE YOU ALL FAIL ME!?!?!?” The Princess scowls at her girls.
*poke* *poke* “Not me Mama. Look…” The sweet baby boy sucks his thumb and shows he rolled an 8.
In the blink of an eye, The Princess reverts to her “human” form. “Ahhhhhhhh~✨ You tried so hard for me~✨” She lovingly pats his cute little head and ruffles his fluffy hair.
*yawn* “Mama, I’m sleepy…” The baby boy stretches.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~✨ Mama’s good luck boy~✨ You need your rest~✨ Tomorrow, I will teach you about foreign exchange rates~✨” The Princess picks her son up and gives him more kisses on his cheek. “Come along, girls~✨”
“Mama’s boy! Mama’s boy!” The girls blow more raspberries as they leave with Mama and try to yank on their brother’s tail.
…
…
Faith pokes her head out of the bush and checks the left, right, and left again. All clear. She breathes a sigh of country-girl relieeeeeeeeeeef. “That was a close call, sugah…”
“Are they gone? Are those demons gone?” The Prince pokes his head out, too. “Farewell my son…”
“I think so, sugah…but in case she comes back…” Faith shoves the prince so that he falls on his back. “While she’s busy teaching her son about money, I should teach Daddy to be more quiet~❤️🔥” *snort* *snort* *OINK* “Hmm, sitting on yew wasn’t effective enough~❤️🔥 We should practice another method. I’ll show yew how we do things down in Peachmane~❤️🔥”
*GULP* “p-p-practice?” The Prince sweats, sensing something way more “evil” than his fiance/wife/owner ever was. “...do what things?”
“You’re the writer, sugah~❤️🔥 Use yer imagination~❤️🔥” Faith crawls towards him. *oinky* *oinky*
The Prince tries to crawl back. “Y’know, this might sound shocking coming from a creative genius like myself, but I’d prefer to not use my imagination right now-”
*urp* The Prince is shut up by Faith’s finger to his lips.
“Writers shouldn’t talk so much. Let your pen do the talking, sugah~❤️🔥” *GROOOOOOOOOOOOOWLLLLLL* *RRRRAAAAAWWWR* Faith tackles the prince and gets down to business drafting a new chapter…
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…a new chapter country girl style…
…and a desperate for lovin’ gal like Faith tends to have a lot of pent-up desires perfect for a smutty scene such as this…
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Due to a strong sense of authorship, Faith is sure to leave her signature everywhere on The Prince’s face. After all, if she can’t claim him as her property, she can, at the very least, provide proof of copyright here💋, here💋, and there💋, and everywhere~💋~💋~💋~💋
Oh, but Faith prefers to work in private, so we’ll have to turn the page and let these two “work out their creative differences” alone for now…
-CHAPTER END-