Reviving the Rainbow Tree {BelleSoumis x Gr00mersJOI}

[BelleSoumis]

It was a normal night for Tael of Marklov, or at least it started that way. He got up, out of bed, and into his uniform: a corset, petticoat, and modest dress. And of course there was the wig and make-up, without which he would surely be found out. You see, Tael was not like the other workers at The Silken Ribbon, who were all female: the place was a temporary break from the surrounding inns and taverns, which employed Dominatrixes and sissies alike. In the Kinkdom of Femlovia, common practice was exactly as it sounded: FemDom ran supreme, and women were worshipped as Mistresses and even Goddesses, depending on their social ranking. Likewise, men were often sissified, being dressed up in women's attire and degraded (or praised, depending on the style of the Domme) for it. It was heaven for all involved, and it was definitely one of the most popular of the Seven Kinkdoms. It seemed that the men enjoyed being dominated by their Mistresses, through financial or organic means. All but one.

And here we look back at Tael of Marklov, now pulling up his thigh high stockings and slipping on his modest and sensible shoes. He very much did not enjoy being a sissy, nor did he enjoy being dominated by a women. In fact, he didn't like women at all. At least, not in a sexual, intimate, or romantic sense. To put it bluntly, Tael was gay. Very gay. Only that wasn't chill with the current political climate, so... This was basically the only way Tael could flirt with men, receive hungry looks, remarks, and sometimes touches from them in return, and not be crucified for it. Thankfully he had a feminine enough looking face. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to blend in with the beautiful women at The Silken Ribbon, as well as he so very much did.

With a sigh and a one-over look in the mirror, the young man nodded in satisfaction at his appearance and opened the door to his room. He closed and looked it behind him, then made his way downstairs to begin his shift. He had been a server here for the past few months. Luckily the owner did not question why a young homeless 'woman' approached her, begging for housing and a small wage in exchange for him working all seven days in the inn. She gave him a job serving drinks, kindly offered him a room, and that was it. Truth be told, she did it because she had never had a girl so young and vulnerable-looking approach her. So she figured she was doing both Tael and herself a favor: for him, he was getting board and enough money to feed and clothe himself. For her... more hungry, horny, well-paying customers! It all worked out. And so it had for the whole time Tael had been here. Only tonight... Things would change. He didn't know it yet, but Tael's destiny was sealed in line with the fate of the entire plane of existence.

Whether he liked it or not, Tael of Marklov's life was about to turn upside-down.

[Gr00mersJOI]

The waves crashed at the dock in the pitch of twilight under a twinkly sky, as the stars stretched further than the eye could see. A dense little fog had rolled into town, but oddly enough the sky was clear as a drop of dew, making this one of the prettiest places in all of Eropa this evening. The night  was just young, in a city that never rests, and yet somehow things were about to get even more restless. 

The blaring of horns, the thumping of percussions, and the slamming of symbols announced boldly to the entire town that the King's Envoys had arrived. As expected, a bunch of fan fair, had started to make people gather from all over Nyttengown, Femlovia. Just days ago a CommFowl had arrived giving the people a heads up about the surprise arrival of a royal convoy of the Crowns Ships rumored to be carrying nobility! This did not give them much time to prepare, which was by design. So for the past 3 days they had prepared a great feast, and stocked up on the best wine, brought in the most exotic girls for all the guest of the Crown, and made sure anything the Crown and the Church did not approve of, was not insight. For most, the anticipation had built up a feverish excitement, for this sort of thing never happens here; which should have been the first red flag. However, this is the one town in all of Femlovia that is most like the rest if Eropa; they are the facade that allows the secrets to remain hidden, often in plain sight. So most the local folk where just excited to see royalty for the first time. However, those who sought refuge in Femlovia because they dont fit into the Crown's neatly crafted boxes, with their deep dark secrets, where terrified!

Nyttengown was one of, if not the busiest port city in the 7 Kinkdoms, and this night was no different, as ships from all over the known world would dock, round the clock to experience everything this place had to offer. Not even the Royal Envoy's of the Carnal Hueman Empire could resist the infamous invitation to indulge in ones carnal desires here. However, Femlovia has a reputation for offering more than just carnal pleasures, they offer forbidden ones too. 

Pyro-crafts whistled in the dead of night, as the boats were docked, a crowd of people lined around the peer, awaiting the arrival of the Prince and Sir Brimm  Crux of the Covenant Keeper

"Whoooa Uncle, Ive  ever seen such a spectacular display of pyro-crafting before" a 15 year old ran to the edge of the main deck, to watch in awe his Uncle however, the Sir Brimm wasn't impressed, in fact he was irritated at the display,

"Not even pyro-crafts back in Hallow Haven can pull of anything this amazing!" The teenage boy exclaimed, much to his Uncles dismay, thinking to himself such a brilliant display is even better than that in the capital, no doubt because their Pyro-crafts have bent the rules...

"Prepare to disembark!" He commanded in a loud, boisterous, bello, giving a customary Hallow Haven salute,  first pounding his check then swinging his arm forward, his palm faced up to the heavens, receptive to God's grace!

Inside the Silken Ribbon the patron and prostitutes a like had emptied out into the streets, clamoring to get close to the piers as possible,  screaming, praising, and adoring the nobles who have just arrived, leaving the usually packer establishment emptied for a change, all except for one mysteriously cloaked figure sitting off to the side of the long weathered, wooden, dark stained bar top. A barkeep drys off a glass, then slams it down, as a bar wench starts to descend the stairs, starting her shift for the evening, perplexed as to why things were so empty until the noise and bright burst of pryo-crafting illuminated the sky!

"what'll it be, buddy?" The bar keep questioned the cloaked figure. The man with his head low, mumbled silently his reply, but the bar keep could not hear over the noise. This made the seated man have repeat himself several times, before he became so annoyed, he yelled 

"I said, there's a FUCKING storm brewin', got damnit!" The bar keep heard that time no doubt, as a drivel of spit flung from the man's lips and landed on barkeep's mustache. He scowled at the brooding bastard sitting across him, with a hiked up brow! Just so happens all the commotion outside had settled down at the same time he attempted to yell over it! Looking around flustered and cautiously, the patron adjusted the fabric around his face again, to make sure the hood completely concealed his identify, hoping no one saw the tips of his horns just now, and to his favor there wasn't anyone, well except for this one...girl? He was slightly confused at the persons presence who appearance was stunningly beautifully, but had something about them that screamed to his senses that there was definitely more than meets the eye.

"Urmmmhmph, Uh Ye-Yes, sorry pal, we don't brew storms here, just ale for drinking...?" the barkeep's eyes squinted to narrow slits, with a stern scowl painted across his facial expression "....Anything else I can get'cha for, fella"

That's when the mystery man gently placed a 6 pointed star coin on the table and slide it to the barkeep, "You mind checking in the back..."he implored in a much more subdued tone. 

The barkeep's eyes grew two times it seemed when he laid them peepers on that piece of metal, and smirked "Yeah, I can check, but I'll need your help, the cellar door is mighty heavy..." 

The bar wench servant girl saw it all, trying to make out what they were saying, she had never heard anyone order that before. As she watched them get up and walk to the back, the barkeep tossed her the towel and instructed her to hold done the fort. "I shall return mostly likely before they all come back in, but incase I'm not dont fuck up, and keep them cold drinking coming!"

Edited July 26, 2022 by Gr00mersJOI