[ENF] Epic Fantasy Story

[Myds]

I have been writing a medieval fantasy story on and off for years. It involves humans, elves, ENF, spanking, stripping, wedgies, wet & messy, and some f/f sex. It follows a duchess and some elves whose kingdom has fallen to the neighboring one, as they attempt to escape and raise an army to liberate their people and take back what is theirs. Much of the content is original, although placenames and basic geographical layout mostly resembles the Mystara campaign. If males exist in this world (their existence is neither confirmed nor denied), they play no part in this story, where female mages, rogues, warriors, politicians, clerics, and peasants vie for power, or merely survival. The characters have strong personalities: heroic, cowardly, greedy, etc. and it is through their actions the ENF, etc. content comes about.

The stories are written, but will require some edits to post, so it won't be immediate. Illustrations may also follow. Before I begin, is anyone interested in reading this?

[Callipygian13]

I love fantasy, and elves especially. I'm extremely excited for this and I'd love to beta read them if you want.

Can't wait for them to be posted!

[maxie12]

Originally Posted by Myds

I have been writing a medieval fantasy story on and off for years. It involves humans, elves, ENF, spanking, stripping, wedgies, wet & messy, and some f/f sex. It follows a duchess and some elves whose kingdom has fallen to the neighboring one, as they attempt to escape and raise an army to liberate their people and take back what is theirs. Much of the content is original, although placenames and basic geographical layout mostly resembles the Mystara campaign. If males exist in this world (their existence is neither confirmed nor denied), they play no part in this story, where female mages, rogues, warriors, politicians, clerics, and peasants vie for power, or merely survival. The characters have strong personalities: heroic, cowardly, greedy, etc. and it is through their actions the ENF, etc. content comes about.

The stories are written, but will require some edits to post, so it won't be immediate. Illustrations may also follow. Before I begin, is anyone interested in reading this?

By all means, post it here.

[Myds]

OK, I had to write a bunch of exposition, so it doesn't start in as fast as one might hope. We need to tell you who everyone is and get the conflict going.

PART 1--WORDS AND WIND

It was a warm day in Kerameikos as Duchess Chorinna held court in the shade of the great hall. The lavish dress laced up around her modest bust was a bit too warm where it clung tightly to her full hips and somewhat pudgy belly, but its red and gold cloth matched her throne, and she had chosen image over comfort today. Her advisors and courtiers had been offering counsel and making requests for the better part of the morning, and she had made gracious decisions, as was her custom. Lunch had been served, and the tables before her court were covered with more cakes, pies, and pastries, than any court could reasonably hope to consume in a sitting. But today, Chorinna had seemed slightly distracted. It wasn’t the presence of the delegation from the Magocracy of Glantri; they had been present in court for nearly a month now, and their interests seemed to be confined to asking for small gestures that the Duchess had granted easily. A lowered tariff here, trade access there; these matters were troublingly small to require the presence of Adrienne, the Archmaga’s foreign minister, and her two attendants. They had to be up to something. It was the other delegation that had Duchess Chorinna distracted. The elves had yet to arrive.

Alfheim and Glantri both shared borders with Kerameikos as well as each other, but, of late, there had been an unusual amount of tension between Archmaga Karana and Imathia, Queen of Alfheim. The Duchess was wary lest her court become a diplomatic battlefield for her neighbors to play out their machinations against one another.

As she settled a particularly simple dispute between two landowners, her eyes were regarding the Glantrian delegation. Considering they were sent to represent the Magocracy, at least one of them msut be a mage. She hadn’t seen them perform any spells in the weeks since they’d arrived--after all, magic was forbidden in her throne room--but it was unlikely that a high level delegate of the Archamaga’s court wotuld lack magic of her own. Adrienne, clad in a purple dress befitting someone of high station, was heavy-set, similar to Chorinna’s own build, but with larger breasts. One of her attendants was on the thin side, with black hair and browner skin, the other pale and considerably heavier than her mistress or the duchess. Adrienne sat quietly, it was clear from her deep-set eyes that she was clever and observant, a force to be reckoned with in diplomacy, hence her position. Her attendants, on the other hand, seemed bored and impatient. Chorinna sensed that they were waiting for something, perhaps the same thing she was. As the courtiers and advisors continued business as usual, unknowing, she had the sense something momentous was about to happen.

Outside, on the road to the keep, four elves walked, three in armor, one in the robes of a mage. Three of them were lithe, typical of elvenkind, but one of the armored ones was a bit fuller-figured, even by human standards. She also bore unusual makeup, her face painted in a pattern that showed her status as one of the Sylvanaria, those elves chosen to tend to and guard the sacred trees of their people. This, her armor, and the deference with which the other elves addressed her were all that would give away her status as a keeper of such sacred duty. For her bearing was light-hearted, jovial, and at times even frivolous. Maelyrra could be deadly serious when necessary; but no casual observer seeing her saunter down the road that day would have ever guessed that.

“Look, Elorien, just keep it out of sight,” she said to her comrade in the mage robes, “don’t bring it out unless you need to use it.” The robed elf frowned. “The amulet of Elathriel is not something you simply keep hidden. It is one of the most powerful artifacts known to our people. If we are subjected to search—“ “So it’s settled. You and Himnu will wait outside, Laurana and I will go in. That way, they may search us, but not you. If something goes foul, use the amulet.” “The amulet works only once every five turn-of-seasons. It is not to be used over a trivial—“ “This matter is not trivial,” Laurana interrupted, “Imathia thinks that it is important. That’s why she sent you—and the amulet.” “Shhh, stop now,” the dark-haired warrior warned, “we’re getting near to the guardhouse.”

As they approached the gate, the guards stationed there saluted as two of the tallest human women these elves had ever seen stepped forward, resplendent in shining platemail. They must have been nearly six feet tall. The one with her dark hair in braids spoke first. “Keeper Maelyrra? I am Giuliana, captain of the Duchess’ guards. I have been sent to escort you and your companions to the Great Hall.” “It is an honor, Giuliana.” Maelyrra offered graciously, as the guards turned around and led the way.

Chorinna was nearly lost in her thoughts about what the Glantrian delegation might really be there for when the doors swung open. Giuliana stepped in, saluted, and announced the elven delegation, “Maelyrra and Laurana of Alfheim, Your Grace!”

The elves stepped into the room proudly, but carefully, as if trying to inch their way through a wolf den without showing the slightest sign of weakness. They stepped forward and bowed to the duchess. Chorinna acknowledged them first with a nod, then spoke, choosing her words carefully. “What brings such illustrious company from nearby Alfheim?” Maelyrra opened her mouth as if to speak, then noticed Adrienne, who was smiling slyly at her. She seemed to lose her words for a moment, then turned her attention back onto the Duchess, and spoke.

“Your Grace, we have come to bring before you a pressing matter. Our neighbors and yours, in Glantri have, *buah* excuse me, been sending sp *burp* sorry, spies and scouts over our” The sudden urge she felt to belch seemed unnatural. This was unseemly, for a diplomat, for an elf of her stature, of her beauty…it was almost as if… “our Western border…” She looked back at Adrienne’s smile. Laurana saw it, too. Her hand, at her side, hidden to most eyes by her dress, making a small gesture, a cantrip.

Chorinna seemed puzzled, and shot a warning glance at her laughing courtiers. “Please, continue,” she encouraged. “We think *burp* that they, that the Arch- *toot* Archmaga plans to start *abup*” Laurana could handle this no more. They had been given an important message to relay about Glantri, and the Glantrian delegate was using magic to make a laughing stock out of Maelyrra as she spoke, rendering their diplomacy ineffective. Laurana thought to expose her methods, but no one would believe her. The warrior-elf was no mage, but she knew a small counter-spell, and began to mutter it under her breath. She had to protect Maelyrra, and make sure the Duchess took their message seriously.

Maelyrra continued, now less encumbered by the hostile magic as her friend’s counterspell started to take effect. “We believe the archmaga is scouting our borders because she plans to—“ It was at that very moment that Adrienne chose to stand up, pointing at Laurana. “Magic!” she shouted, “she’s using magic. You’ve all seen it. Arrest these elves.”

Laurana dropped the spell and looked back at Adrienne, shocked, as the guards who had escorted her in approached her. “But I only—“ “Lay down your weapons,” Giuliana demanded, “we only let you keep them at your side as a courtesy.” “Surely, Giuliana,” Chorinna started, “these elves intended me no harm.” “We are sworn to protect you, your Grace; magic has been forbidden in this throne room since the reign of Alexia VI.”

Maelyrra looked at Adrienne, still smiling back, “They have broken the law, away with them!” Shouted the Glantrian delegate. “Away with them!” the courtiers chanted in imitation. “Your Grace,” the elf interjected, “won’t you hear our case defense?” Chorinna nodded, over the nearly universal objections of her advisors and courtiers. Guards brought in a small pillory on a wheeled platform, and then another. Carved on them were runes of protection. “Antimagic stocks, your Grace, for your own protection, if you plan on listening to these elven witches.” Chorinna assented reluctantly as the elves were bent over into the contraptions. Meanwhile, Adrienne sat still, while the courtiers mobbed the restrained elves, slapping them about the flanks. Maelyrra’s wider-than-the-usual-elven backside was the focus of more than a few playful slaps. The contortions of her face at the front showed that playful or not, those smacks still stung. The Glantrian attendants who had looked so bored before had left their seats, each taking a small cake with them. Just as the pilloried elves were about to issue their defense, they were about to push the cakes into their helpless faces. But then, everything suddenly stopped.

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Again, the door creaked open, but this time Elorien and Himnu walked into the room, staring in wonder at the how its inhabitants were frozen in time. “This is amazing! How long will this effect last?” gushed the armored warrior. “Not long, we need to work fast.” “Maelyrra told us only to use the amulet if things go afoul,” Himnu added. Elorien pointed at their comrades, bent over in the stocks, the skirts of their armor lying on the floor as courtiers poked and slapped at their backsides, two Glantrians about to smash cake in their faces. “I’d say this qualifies.” Approaching the stocks, they moved their companions into the chairs vacated by the Glantrian delegates. Himnu moved the two tall guards one at a time to the stocks, and put them in the devices in lieu of their elven compatriots. Meanwhile, Elorien had something special in mind. Approaching Adrienne, she produced a small knife, and cut the dress from her, leaving her in her smallclothes. She had an easier time undressing the other two Glantrians, who were standing up. After throwing the remains of their clothes into the fireplace, she moves Anwen, the thinner Glantrian delegate, who was in the process of rubbing a cake in Maelyrra’s face, so that she is about to the same to Adrienne, and the larger Glantrian, Emelyn, to the Duchess. Seeing that final move, Himnu objected, “Elorien, no! We need her on our side!” But it was too late to change anything. Blinding flashes of light bathed the room. “It’s ending,” Elorien screamed, “we have to get out of here!” In a nick of time, the elves closed the doors behind them and made it to the courtyard just as time resumed.

Back in the great hall, chaos ensued. First, Adrienne screamed as Anwen rubbed cake into her face, then the Duchess was heard sputtering and cursing as a surprised Emelyn gleefully rubbed icing on her face, until she found out that she was no longer facing an elf in the stocks. Then, the Glantrians looked down and, realizing they were half nude, attempted to cover themselves. Their shrieks of humiliation were drowned out by the laughter of the other courtiers and dignitaries in the hall, which ended abruptly as they noticed the cake-faced duchess rising to her feet. “Sieze them!” she screamed to her guards, and all eyes turned to the stocks, where her guards were now restrained.

Adrienne jumped up, covering herself with her arms as best she could. “They did it!” she screamed, pointing at Maelyrra and Laurana, seated on either side of her, still fully armored. “Those Elven witches again.”

Rain, the court mage, who usually kept silent except on matters mystic, approached the throne and bowed to the duchess, trying not to smirk at the Glantrians attempting to cover themselves. “With all respect, your Grace, this looks to be the work of a chronomancer.”

A gasp spread over the hall. “But chronomancers were driven from this plane in the second age. Surely it cannot be…”

Maelyrra roses from her seat. She knew that Elorien must have used the amulet, but sensed a diplomatic advantage. “Yes, Alfheim has summoned a chronomancer.” “But such a being cannot be controlled. They could destroy time as we know it,” Rain objected, credulously. “Do you wish another such display to the contrary?” Maelyrra bluffed. “War with Alfheim is an undertaking to be avoided, contrary to what these three naked cows would coax you into believing.”

Emelyn, Anwen, and Adrienne were seething, covering themselves and looking for something to help clothe them. The duchess wiped icing from her face slowly, licking her finger, as she considered the point.

“You should run such charlatans out of town, their manipulations disgrace your sovereignty.” Maelyrra continued.

[Myds]

Here are a few preliminary images: Duchess Chorinna, the Glantrian delegates (Anwen, Adrienne, Emelyn), and the elves: Laurana (left) and Maelyrra (right) also the elves when Adrienne's spell is causing them concern. More to follow this story gets far crazier and ENF-ier soon.

[Myds]

Here are some more images. Caught up enough I guess I'll add more text before we continue. It's about to get more intense.

[Myds]

At this point, Adrienne stood to oppose Maelyrra, but, realizing the ridiculousness of a diplomatic entourage trying to argue in only their underpants, she grabbed a tablecloth with which to cover up. As she removed the cloth from the table, various messy foodstuffs that were sitting on the table wound up on the clothing of the seated courtiers. As Adrienne wrapped the cloth around herself, and turned away to address the issue, she was oblivious to the angry women standing up behind her, arming themselves with more pastries and cakes. “Certainly you won’t let such an affront to the archmaga stand! The Duchy can stand together with us against these elves who have no respect for human powers or their diplomacy!”

Maelyrra, seemingly unfazed walked right up to her, and grabbed one corner of the tablecloth. “You’ve addressed the duchess. Lets ask the rest of the court, now, shall we?!” With a flourish, she pulled the tablecloth right off of Adrienne, causing her to spin around. She was surprised to wind up face to face with a group of angry courtiers, who immediately attacked her and her entourage with the foodstuffs. It wasn’t just the mess; they were throwing hard enough that the hits would sting naked skin. Adrienne, Anwen and Emelyn first try to dodge or use their hands to protect themselves, but Adrienne tires of this and starts throwing food back. In moments, the banquet hall became a massive food fight, where nobles, diplomats, and servers tossed all varieties of sweet treats at each other. The only people not to actively participate were the two guards, stuck in the stocks as they were. But that didn’t make the participants spare them.

Maelyrra and Laurana saw that something needed to be done, and freed the guards from the stocks. In moments, the armored women had strongarmed Adrienne and Anwen into the same stocks. Emelyn tried in vain to free them, but the guards secured her to a column with rope.

When the situation had calmed down, the Duchess ordered silence. Maelyrra explained how Adrienne had been using a cantrip on her, and explained the concern of the elven delegation that the Glantrians had intended to utilize their magic to influence the Duchess’ advisors into war with Alfheim.

The duchess wiped the cake from her face thoughtfully, tasting some of the icing on her finger, then declared: “I could hold you mages in my prisons indefinitely, or charge your archmaga a ransom; but I find it more fitting that you return to her and tell her that I am no puppet of Glantri, and my court is not to be trifled with such.” She pointed to Emelyn. “You will remain in my dungeon as collateral until such time your companions return with a reply from Glantri. You others shall be escorted to our border in the state of dress you are in, in the stocks, and released from them in such a state once you leave my lands. I will send heralds before you to announce once every half mile the reason for your punishment. May your trip home be as pleasant as you deserve.”

[Derelict]

Ah, panties too small to contain a healthy triangle of pubic hair... What a thing of beauty!

Thanks, Myds!

[Myds]

Thanks for the feedback. I was concerned no one was interested.

It's going to get more intense in time. Lots of new characters will be introduced. The principals here are the Elves, the Duchess, Adrienne the Glantrian foreign minister, and Anwen, the thinner of her attendants. Aside from place-names, I mostly avoided ripping off franchises, but there's one famous female pirate that might make an appearance. All in time.

I'll likely update this soon; I'd like to make images with regard to the tablecloth being stripped off before things get even more interesting for two out of three Glantrians.