A Sonnet for the Alpaca

[Evil Alpaca]

I say we let her in!

(But I'm a bit biased!)

 

[RebeccaLeah]

.....

Nah, too easy.

I happen to like being easy thank you very much.

 

[RebeccaLeah]

I say we let her in!

(But I'm a bit biased!)

Thank you darling.

Btw - we still need to set a date.

 

[minsue]

I happen to like being easy thank you very much.

Not you technically, sweets. The fairy jokes.

 

[Evil Alpaca]

Not you technically, sweets. The fairy jokes.

With Shanglan and Carson around, and you're worried about Rebecca making Fairy jokes?

 

[RebeccaLeah]

Not you technically, sweets. The fairy jokes.

I realized that a little bit after posting. So what's one more fairy in the mix?

 

[Evil Alpaca]

Thank you darling.

Btw - we still need to set a date.

Did you want to go for spring? There are a lot of students around we might want to invite, so maybe summer?

 

[RebeccaLeah]

Did you want to go for spring? There are a lot of students around we might want to invite, so maybe summer?

May or June?

Do we have to special order troughs or something for your family?

 

[Evil Alpaca]

May or June?

Do we have to special order troughs or something for your family?

Nah, they'll just eat whatever's lying around. So let's make sure no one takes any naps at the ceremony. It is a little known fact that Alpaca's are savage carnivores . . . sometimes . . . in my imagination at least.

 

[RebeccaLeah]

Nah, they'll just eat whatever's lying around. So let's make sure no one takes any naps at the ceremony. It is a little known fact that Alpaca's are savage carnivores . . . sometimes . . . in my imagination at least.

I could take that one of two ways and I don't want to go down either street right now.

I guess my application for acceptance to the farm is still pending.

I'm off to bed. nn sweetie.

 

[doormouse]

I see only one real option:

Carson's Free Rangin' Love Ranch.

Alpacas, Geese, and Horses Welcome.

Mind your step.

Are mice allowed?

I don't bite and I bring cheese

 

[Evil Alpaca]

I could take that one of two ways and I don't want to go down either street right now.

I guess my application for acceptance to the farm is still pending.

I'm off to bed. nn sweetie.

My family . . . not me. I'm just sweet, fuzzy, lovable me.
Ah, you're in. I'll put you on the invite list myself!

 

[minsue]

With Shanglan and Carson around, and you're worried about Rebecca making Fairy jokes?

Was biting my tongue against making fairy jokes myself. Damn. I must be off my game tonight or something.

Oh, well. It made sense to me at least.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Damnit, I expected better fairy jokes than this.

Get cracking, you lot. Doormouse, you're in as long as you can handle the admission price of one good fairy joke.

Shanglan

 

[doormouse]

Damnit, I expected better fairy jokes than this.

Get cracking, you lot. Doormouse, you're in as long as you can handle the admission price of one good fairy joke.

Shanglan

eep a fairy joke?

umm.. ok

Once upon a time there was a lost soul of a fairy. She had not learned in class how to make fairy dust, so instead used bi-carb soda.

She had fooled many with her 'dust' as she kept the soda in the fridge and once they felt the cool feel of the 'dust' hit their skin, at once thought they had been magically touched.

It came upon a midnight clear, that our fairy chanced upon meeting the most glamorous of all princes. He was of course, lost looking for his one true love, Fantasia.

Let me start from the beginning.

The Falling From Grace Of Prince Eric.

Once upon a time, in a kingdom where the mountains reached for the sky, stood a magnificent castle nestled upon the tallest hill.

Though the gardens were obviously perfectly manicured with a loving hand, no gardener had ever been seen tending the lawns or the beautifully sculptured hedges. Rumor throughout the neighboring village was that a terrifying ogre occupied the castle, yet no man brave enough to enter, had ever returned to tell the tale.

These events all lead to the tale I'm about to tell you. I heard this through a friend of my uncle, who just so happens to be my sister's father and brother, who had heard it through my aunt's cousin, who just so happens to be my dad's sister and daughter (don't ask me to explain that one... family rivalry and all... ), anyway, I swear on my brother's (also my husband) life that this is true. So, let me begin the tale that tells of the falling from grace of the sweet and irresistible Prince Eric.

It came upon a typically beautiful Spring afternoon, that the handsome young Prince Eric chances upon the castle. With his noble stallion at his command, he guides the buck toward the paved trail leading up the side of the mountain. Though rocky, and in places treacherous as they make their way over narrow ledges that wind around the mountainside. They eventually find themselves facing one of the most spectacular sights the young prince has ever set his eyes upon.

The tall, delicately carved columns stand proud at either side of the tapered staircase, leading up to the grandeur of the marbled entrance. With finely etched panels of glass standing tall, framing the enormous frontage of the castle, the prince stands in awe at its sheer brilliance. Hooking his boot into the stirrup, he swings his leg from the horse's rump, landing softly on the delicate earth beneath him.

With his sword by his side, he places his hand on its ornate handle and begins his ascent upward. Even though being from a kingdom far, far away where gold is of abundance, his virgin eyes have never seen such glamour. His hand runs over the intricately carved banister as he makes his way to the top of the grand staircase, all the time he wonders who could own such beauty. Looking down from the top of the stairway, he gazes over the fields below, amazed at the wondrous sight that lay before him. The shades of green pastures casts a spectacular image that stretches as far his eye can see.

As he takes the heavy brass doorknocker in his hand, he allows it to fall once against the brass plate, hearing the sound reverberate from deep inside the castle. It is moments later that he hears the sound of somebody approaching, hesitating momentarily before opening the heavy door only a few, mere inches.

"Are you here for the party?" the deep voice of a well educated English man asks.

Thinking he will surely be turned away if he speaks the truth, the young prince nods. In his quest to find the one maiden to have truly captured his heart, he'd found himself journeying through endless kingdoms. With his long search always leaving him empty handed, he'd almost given up all hope of finding her until he'd happened upon this castle. Her image permanently painted in his mind, the thoughts behind many a sheet soaking dream, he breathes her name. "Fantasia," the prince hears himself whisper, suddenly becoming aware that he'd been daydreaming again.

"Oh, you're here for Fanny?" the porter asks, his voice suddenly taking on a heavy cockney accent. "She's in the tub."

Taking the sheath from the young prince who looks on in wonder, he calls over his shoulder.

"Hey, Fanny! You have a visitor!"

"You... you know my Fantasia?" the prince stammers.

With a wink the porter clucks, sucking the side of his cheek against his teeth.

"We all know Fantasia." With a nudge of his elbow to the young prince's ribs, he motions with is head toward the vast hall. "Follow me, I'll show you where to put your clothes."

In total stupor, the prince follows the porter, who has suddenly inherited a merry swing to his hips as they make their way down the long corridor.

Upon being led to a large room, the young Prince Eric watches as the porter opens a set of heavy double doors revealing a closet the size of the young prince's bedroom back in his own realm. The porter steps away from the over-sized closet, his arm bent at the elbow awaiting the prince's attire.

With a look of total confusion, Prince Eric begins disrobing. All the time wondering what kind of bizarre party he will be attending, he obeys the unspoken commands of the manservant. As he peels the silk briefs down his thighs, he can't help but notice a look of sheer desire in the porter's eyes as he feels the man's gaze upon his limp penis. Although he'd felt a distinct twitch in his shaft, our young prince feels a rush of blood warming his face.

"Party starts in 'bout an hour," the porter explains as he leads Prince Eric to an equally impressive door. "I suggest you freshen up if you want to impress the ladies." With a wink, he turns on a light that illuminates a massive tub surrounded with pure gold fittings. "I'll have the ladies sent in for you."

As our young prince sinks into the water, engulfing him with it's erotic, teasing warmth, he closes his eyes and begins to relax. Only moments later, he opens his eyes to see three naked women lowering themselves into the tub beside him, each smiling seductively as they slide themselves closer. With sponges in hand they begin to lather Prince Eric with fragrant oils. Feeling his arousal grow, our virginal prince covers his ever growing manhood with his hands buried beneath the suds.

The women giggle at his obvious pleasure, while the one closest moves her silky sponge up the length of his cock. Teasing him with the tips of her breasts pressing hard against his chest, Prince Eric fights the build up of pressure threatening to erupt between his thighs.

With a deafening thud, the privy door is swung open.

There, standing before him in her naked glory, stands the adult version from his childhood memories. Her voluptuous breasts thrust forward, the tips pointing mercilessly toward the ceiling as she clamps her open palms against her slim waist. Her curvaceous hips scream 'mercy' as they taper down toward her long, slender legs. With a look of undiluted passion etched on her face, she looks upon the stranger bathing with her highest paid women.

Fantasia stands firm, unmoved by his roaming eyes as they take in her form. Glancing beyond the bubbles floating on the surface of the water, she eyes his erection. Gradually gazing back over his toned torso, back to his piercing eyes, she seductively licks her lips.

Any recognition registered, suddenly deminishes with her lusty desires, as she slides a naked foot beneath the warm waves of the tub.

"So, you call upon me," she whispers, still in awe of the sensuous body before her. Lowering herself beyond the depths of the water as her hair trails in sinuous waves behind her, she edges closer to the nervous young prince.

"Fantasia?" his voice croaks as her hand replaces the sponge on his hard cock.

"Yes," her voice lusty with desire.

"Fantasia, you don't remember me?"

Forgetting the heat building between her thighs, she takes the thoughts of her moist lips enveloping the hardness of his shaft from her mind long enough to gaze into his eyes.

"Prince Eric," he whispers, feeling the heat of her sex retreat from the head of his rod. "Surely, m'lady, you must remember true love."

A look of adoration suddenly fills her gaze, as she recalls the one man that once threatened to take her virginity, only his suspenders caught around his shaft causing him to blow prematurely. With a sly grin she gazes upon his matured, naked form.

"Oooh, yes, I remember you,' she whispers, as her legs wrap around his below the water's edge. "From what I 'member, you got me soooo wet..." Taking her hand below the shallows, she guides his rigid cock to her heat. "Does this feel famil'ar young Eric?"

Ready to blow his load, Prince Eric gazes into Fantasia's eyes. Still the beauty he remembers from nursery school, he can't believe he's finally found his true love.

With her naked breasts pressing hard against him, she guides his missile inside her depths, playing squeeze the salami with her inner muscles as he delves deep.

"Ooooh, Fantasia. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this moment," he confesses, thrusting his hips into her against the torrent of water spilling from the tub. His virginity is lost to the lust of a vixen.

With a tranquil sigh, Prince Eric releases his seed deep into Fantasia's womb. Rolling her eyes to the ceiling in frustration, Fantasia slides Prince Eric's softening cock from her heat.

"Oh, but you do excite easily," she purrs, wondering if she still has time to release her pleasures before the party. "Now let's get you ready for the party."

Alas, our fallen fairy steps into the equation, as she must make the poor Prince Eric alluring to the enticing Fantasia.

She immediately orders an invisible cock ring for our fallen prince. Once in place, Prince Eric can't hide his tent any longer, and instead of attracting the likes of his love, Fantasia, he finds he's endlessly avoiding the approaches of horny servicemen who find his peg irresistible.

Ohhh, yes, back to the fairy joke lol

Well, as things would have it, our poor fairy fought hard to compete with the advances of the hospitality staff. There were more faeries working for Fantasia than she could possibly compete with.

In an attempt, and in sheer desperation, mind you, .. she turned herself into a prince with a cock as long and as thick as your arm.

Once our Prince Eric had sampled her/his goods, word quickly spread around the Kingdom. Soon, everyone wanted their own faery. Hence the origin of 'faery' meaning gay. And, every gay wanting to be like Prince Eric's very own faery.

As for Fantasia? Who cares lol

(so I was bored )

 

[carsonshepherd]

Wow. I'm impressed.

This place really starts jumping after I go to bed.

What does that say about me...?

 

[Guest]

Wow. I'm impressed.

This place really starts jumping after I go to bed.

What does that say about me...?

erm


well, it doesnt look good does it?

but really its not as bad as it seems. we all love us some carson.
all you have to do is never go to sleep...

 

[carsonshepherd]

erm


well, it doesnt look good does it?

but really its not as bad as it seems. we all love us some carson.
all you have to do is never go to sleep...

... or to work...? (please, please?)

 

[minsue]

... or to work...? (please, please?)

Certainly

 

[Guest]

... or to work...? (please, please?)

what we need is a lit cult compound.. self sufficient and all that. 'course we'd need to make sure that some would cook...ahem! and some would do other more entertaining things.

hrm
this gives me an idea!
really, this calls for a thread...
i think i might just do it.

 

[Evil Alpaca]

what we need is a lit cult compound.. self sufficient and all that. 'course we'd need to make sure that some would cook...ahem! and some would do other more entertaining things.

hrm
this gives me an idea!
really, this calls for a thread...
i think i might just do it.

Hey, I hear there's an opening in Waco . . . or at least a burnt patch of ground.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Doormouse, loved the story. I know where I am moving!

Minsue, that goose is CUTE!!! I want a poster-sized blow up of it on my wall.

Carson, darlin', if sleep is a problem, I can help keep you up

Shanglan

 

[minsue]

You're a scary horse. I like that about yout.

 

[Evil Alpaca]

You're a scary horse. I like that about yout.

You're a scary talking fowl!

When exactly did this thread turn into Old McDonalds farm?

 

[minsue]

You're a scary talking fowl!

When exactly did this thread turn into Old McDonalds farm?

I hate to tell you this, but it's not just the thread. It's the whole damned forum.