Seat of the Lindworm Prince — Chapter 3 (Hotbuns, TK)

Having realized that the previous version of the last chapter was far longer than the first one I posted, I decided to split it in half and put the latter half up separately. I know it's kinda cheating but what can you do? ^^; The next one will unfortunately be delayed for a while due to work but I have plans for how it and the one after that will go. Let's just say that if you guys were eager to see some /F butt pain as well, Chapter 5 won't disappoint! That's a matter for another day, though... ;)

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Seat of the Lindworm Prince

by Skaea

Contains: */M and */F Hotbuns with some tickling. Mildly NSFW; contains nudity.

Word Count: 7,348

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Chapter 3: Sitting a Spell

Prince Erland was in trouble.

The elder royal son’s day had gone relatively smoothly aside from two painful seats. The first was on his own crown (again), after forgetting where he’d placed it while sitting down for lunch with his mother; he’d had to have a silk pillow bought in so he could coherently share his concerns with her over pork liver pâté and pickled cucumbers. The second came later in the afternoon, in the form of a box of carpenter’s tacks that he’d landed in; he’d been passing by some renovations being made to the guest bedroom when he’d accidentally slipped on the newly waxed floor before falling backwards onto the box. Not for the first time that day, his screams could be heard from halfway across the castle, and he could almost picture his evil brother cackling in sick amusement. Too bad for the Lindworm Prince that the evening had some even more unpleasant experiences in store for him.

Destin had taken a good twenty minutes to remove the tacks from the prince’s punctured posterior, and the ex-dragon had, to his own surprise and confusion, healed over completely after another hour of overseeing the royal duties of the day, particularly repairing the older, more dilapidated sections of the palace (seeing as his brother refused to get his hands dirty in tending to this issue). The evening was drawing to a close, and after Osmond retired to his room for the day to do his daily preening, there was a limited window of opportunity to track down the documents that contained all records of his spending habits over the past year.

The problem with sneaking into the accounting room was that Erland and his aide had to pass through the royal armory to get there. The room itself wasn’t heavily guarded, but knowing Erland, there was no chance of being able to break in without one or two more mishaps to round off his day. The front door to the armory was locked, after all, in case of ventures exactly like this one.

Seat of the Lindworm Prince — Chapter 2 (Hotbuns)

This chapter is ludicrously long, 33 pages on Google Docs to be specific, but I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you readers enjoy it too! Also contained within is my first significant instance of female butt abuse on this blog (I think DeviantArt refers to it as "Hot Buns", but I respectfully disagree with the usage of the term), which can be blamed on me binge-reading a ton of /F stories with such content on my spare time. I don't know if I'll include more of it since the person affected doesn't deserve it, but maybe in future stories I'll give it some more love. Nonetheless, this story will be more skewed towards /M butt pain because gods, there needs to be more stories of it around the blogosphere. Special thanks by the way goes to FraggsterFly and HBunsArchive on DeviantArt, whose butt pain and humiliation stories were major inspiration for this chapter and the story it's part of in general.

Unfortunately, things will be going a little slower from this point forward, since I have a new project at work starting next week and have to focus on it. Most likely the third chapter won't be up until December. Still, I've already set up the general plot for the remaining chapters of this little fairy tale, and dammit, I'm going to finish and publish it if it kills me! >w<

Also, see if you can spot all the mythological and folkoric references I snuck into this chapter, I dare you! ;)

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Seat of the Lindworm Prince

by Skaea

Contains: */M and */F Hotbuns with some tickling. Mildly NSFW; contains nudity.

Word Count: 8,383

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Chapter 2: Knock On Wood

It is no secret that dragons are hoarders. While preferences vary from species to species, shiny objects are among the most common things that can be found in the lairs of these fearsome magical reptiles, precious metals and stones especially. Most would say that this is because they are greedy beasts which care for nothing but material treasures, but the truth is somewhat less derogatory to the dragons themselves: the treasure they gather is a status symbol. The more riches a dragon accumulates, the more powerful and impressive it looks to others of its kind. The similarity to humans of wealth is uncanny, and given the unsavory reputation of such people, it truly is no wonder that dragons are said to embody the vices of humanity even if most would be insulted by such a comparison.

Before Shepherd Crosby’s daughter freed Prince Erland from his curse of being forever trapped in the body of a lindworm, there had been several accounts of wealthy aristocrats venturing in ornate carriages into the forest where he was reported to live… only to stagger back into the kingdom, their expensive clothes in tatters, rambling in mortal terror of the beast which had stolen everything they held dear. Their horses were also recovered, but were too traumatized to serve royalty any more and were sent off to the countryside to find new homes, their bejeweled harnesses nowhere to be seen. After the prince returned to his kingdom in his human form, an investigation into his former lair uncovered all of the missing wealth, along with documented evidence also cached in the cave that every single royal who had been robbed had in turn scammed and extorted their gains from other residents of the kingdom. The corrupt nobles were arrested and the contents of the dragon’s hoard returned to their rightful owners almost as soon as Erland established himself as the elder prince of Wyrmwood, in part because of his inherent selflessness and in part because from his perspective, becoming one of the kingdom’s leading figures meant that his hoard had, in a sense, expanded. It was no secret that he insisted on keeping track of Wyrmwood’s economy, for after all, if the kingdom was his, then technically, so was all of its treasure.

Seat of the Lindworm Prince — Chapter 1 (Hotbuns, TK)

Seat of the Lindworm Prince

by Skaea

Contains: */M and */F Hotbuns with some tickling. Mildly NSFW; contains nudity.

Word Count: 9,602

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Chapter 1: A Royal Headache

By all accounts, it should’ve been a happily ever after for Prince Erland of Wyrmwood. He had lived for twenty years as a monstrous maligned reptile, alone and miserable, with only Shepherd Colden’s daughter and the various reptiles of the woods to keep him company. Not a life he’d wanted to live, not while he could have so many wonderful people to talk to as a member of the royal court. It had been a year since his childhood friend (and now girlfriend) Ingrid had freed him from the curse he had been born with, her faith and care ensuring that it was dispelled in exactly the same manner as the spore hag Oili had described. Queen Erika had been grateful to Ingrid and, seeing the love the two of them shared now, offered Ingrid a place among the aristocracy alongside Erland. The residents of the kingdom had, of course, welcomed them with open arms, and for ages to come there would surely be ballads and tapestries depicting the story of the two of them and how the power of love had saved them both.

There were, however, two very small problems with this fairy-tale ending. The first was that Erland, having slithered on two legs and a serpentine body throughout his entire life, could never get used to his new human body. Sure, he was tall, nearly six feet in height, with short, curly reddish brown hair and patient grayish blue eyes, and his figure was muscled in all the right places and certainly worthy of the popular image of a dashing Prince Charming, but he had to admit that he vastly preferred a reptilian tail to two left feet. Every attempt at looking good for the public ended in painful humiliation, to the point where landing on something he shouldn’t have was almost a daily occurrence. He was glad to have Ingrid in his life, for she loved him all the same, and was always there to care for and console the luckless prince whenever things inevitably went south.

The second and more worrying problem, one which Erland found far less tolerable, was his brother. Prince Osmond was possibly even more handsome than Erland, with blonde hair and eyes like shimmering sapphires, a slightly shorter stature than Erland with just as athletic a build, and what may well have been the firmest, ripest buttocks in the entire kingdom. Most of the kingdom viewed him as a proud and noble icon of regal authority, but the knights of the royal guard knew otherwise. Not only was he highly demanding and bossy to them, forcing them to do even the most menial tasks around the garrison without getting his hands dirty or offering sympathy, but he also bullied them mercilessly. And then of course there had been that fateful first encounter with the Lindworm Prince, which pretty much tainted Erland’s impression of him forevermore, making it clear that he thought of his own older brother as being beneath him. Setting fire to the seat of his pants had been so, so satisfying, but now that he was a fellow aristocrat, he couldn’t hurt him anymore, not without being disgraced and possibly imprisoned. Osmond had after all jailed multiple people before for merely looking at him funny. And so Erland had to keep his mouth shut and fantasize about putting an imported cactus or a collection of thumbtacks on the cushion of his brother’s throne when he wasn’t looking.

So much for happily ever after…

Seat of the Lindworm Prince — Prologue (Hotbuns)

Here's something new from me: a butt pain story! I don't know if anyone else knows this but I've had this kink ever since I was young, almost as early as tickling. Most of the scenarios I've had in mind over the years however haven't really been suitable for a full story and I actually haven't been able to think about such a thing until relatively recently. Most butt abuse stories and arts I've seen involve females or anthros, with male subjects being much rarer, though not completely absent. If /M butthurt is that hard to come by I might as well write it myself, then, so here goes nothing!

While this is just the prologue to the actual story, it should be clear that this work is inspired by one of my absolute favorite fairy tales, the Prince Lindworm of Danish lore. I'm inordinately fond of monstrous creatures which are not malicious in nature and ultimately get a happy ending, though in this case I've decided to sorta deconstruct what happens when a monarch who's been a dragon since birth is suddenly thrust into life as an aristocrat... especially once his asshole brother gets involved. ;P

With this, tags for butt abuse stories are officially in place. Here's to writing more stories of this nature in the future!
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Seat of the Lindworm Prince

by Skaea

Contains: */M and */F Hotbuns with some tickling. Mildly NSFW; contains nudity.

Word Count: 3,151
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Prologue

 

To begin this story with the words “Once upon a time” would be hopelessly trite, but such a starting phrase would be nonetheless appropriate for the realm of Wyrmwood. For this magical kingdom was one of the many crowning jewels of a period when fantastic creatures, enchanting spells, and all manner of mysterious things still existed, things which have long since vanished from history and remain today only as legends. Wyrmwood itself was situated in a beautiful forested expanse of land bordering vast stretches of farmland, in what was to become present-day Denmark. It is possible that the kingdom may have become integrated into the Danish government once magic faded from this world, for no records exist of a violent uprising or subjugation by another empire. But this story is not about when the kingdom ended. In fact, it concerns the rise of one of its most famous rulers, and how in his youth he came to rule this beautiful place with a hand not of iron or silk, but of talons and scales.

Once upon a time (just to use that tired cliche), Queen Erika of Wyrmwood, who had been unable to bear children, sought the aid of a creature who lived in the forest not far from the kingdom. The creature may have resembled a green-skinned, hunched-over old crone dressed in black robes and a distinctive pointed hat, but appearances can be deceiving. For though people referred to Oili as a witch, she was not human, but a massive animate humanoid mushroom called a spore hag, and far from senile and predatory, she was kind and sympathetic despite her homely appearance. She was also blessed with immensely powerful magic, as spore hags are, and when she was told of Erika’s troubles, she understood what to do. A day of brewing and incantations later, the queen was given two onions, one red and one white. Oili instructed her to eat them with a saucer of milk under the light of the next full moon, but also warned her to peel the onions first. Erika nodded in understanding, and waited along with her somewhat skeptical husband for the full moon to come.

At the night of reckoning, the silvery light from the heavens bathed the couple as they stepped outside with the required ingredients. The queen had however forgotten the warnings of the witch and so ate the red onion without peeling it first; she did not like the way it tasted, however, and after washing it down with the milk from the saucer, she carefully peeled the white onion before eating that one. Sure enough, nine months passed after that with the queen’s belly beginning to swell, the movements of two beautiful children palpable within. Eventually, when her waters broke, her lady in waiting, Turid, was there to assist with the birth. For she more than anyone knew how to ensure that the queen could bear her offspring in safety, having helped with pregnant livestock many times in the farm she had come from. But something was wrong. The first baby did not feel soft or plush or delicate. No, it had scales like a snake, and two small and underdeveloped front legs without any hind feet. And its lizard-like head had knobs of bone that betrayed its true nature. Turid let out a scream of horror at this realization, unable to believe that the queen had given birth to, of all things, a baby dragon.

Upon asking the still groaning queen of what had happened, she was told of the ritual and asked not to destroy the accursed child, but to send it away so none would see it and bring a sword against it, for dragons were beasts to be feared by most of the kingdom. To this Turid agreed, but she would swear she saw a look of sorrow upon the queen’s face as she left, another handmaiden entering to take her place and assist in the birth of Erika’s beautiful blue-eyed and thankfully entirely human son…

When The Flame Of Corruption Disappeared (Original)

Below is the original version of "When The Flame Of Corruption Disappeared", written and illustrated by iceweaver on Tumblr. Feel free to check out their blog if you want to see more of their work!

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~ When the Flame of Corruption disappeared ~


　In a faraway land, there is a forest that surround by the mountains. The lush branches cut the sunshine into pieces, just like the shards of the crystals are shining on the land. The floating particles in the atmosphere are looming to reflect the psychedelic glimmer.

　This lush green forest often fog, that indicating here is full of water vapor. If you are quiet listen attentively, it seems can hear the distant waterfall singing. In addition to the sylph are playing at the treetops that cause rustle, the singing of birds also add some lively sense to this silent forest.

　Local people call it “The Emerald of Fog”. But such a beautiful forest, there is a strange rumor circulating…

　Outside the forest, there is a considerable size of the town locate in the foot of the hills. The living functions are very perfect, people live and work here. It can be describe as the sparrow may be small but complete in every detail. Here has a well-known inn. The wood made house although no exquisite and beautiful decoration, but the simple design is very suitable. There is a tavern opposite the inn, always noisy. If travelers want to collect intelligence or understand the local situation, all you need is just came here.

　Whenever new visitor arrives, the local residents will warn them: If you want to enter or through The Emerald of Fog, please be careful. The forest has something wrong, some people were missing.

　News quickly spread, attracting the concern of all walks of life. People formed a team to investigate, but the investigation was unsuccessful. No one has returned.

　After that, although there were more investigate teams re-formed, and the mercenaries went with them, but they were all lose the whereabouts. The truth still covered by clouds, making people panic.

　For these mysterious disappearance events, it begins to make uproar. Some people raised the commission of a high bounty, asked the bounty hunters to find out the truth: If the events were involved with monsters, then be sure to completely eliminate it.

　The matter also passed to the ears of “that guy”, who is in the trip around the world to complete commissioned, drawing his interest.

　This bounty hunter that alone to complete variety of extremely difficult tasks, carrying his beloved sword, comes to the task board. His eyes glanced at all kinds of graded commissioned, then quickly tore off the one of highest difficulty on it and leave

　"Difficulty levels SSS: Unravel the truth of the disappearance events in the forest".

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