The Lielle that left for Kilkaed and the Lielle that was currently on her way back home to Loganswyk were two radically different fairies. The first Lielle was a newly appointed ambassador, brimming with confidence, certain that she could create the first cracks in the ages-old feud between the two rival communities. Then she'd widen those cracks with her grace, wit, and charm, mingling and dancing with Kilkaedian nobles, clad in a spidersilk gown that hugged her gracefully slim form. She'd even beguile the handsome Prince Kaedin during the final song of a starlit ball. He'd look deep into her eyes and discover that their two peoples weren't so different after all, that there was goodness everywhere, and that they should unite, starting with their own bodies. Their sweet lovemaking would usher in a new golden age of peace.
The second Lielle realized what a dangerously naïve little brat the first Lielle was. She now knew she had been the perfect fool for a fool's errand; there would never be anything but writhing hatred between the two fairy circles. Kilkaed was full of murderous savages who'd sooner deform your body with vile magics and glue you to the back of a toad bound for Loganswyk than listen to heartfelt entreaties for peace. Plus, she could confirm that the tales were overly kind to Prince Kaedin, who possessed only average looks, and up close, had breath like a mule's fart.
In short, Lielle felt older and wiser and bitterer and angrier. She was also very sore. Her bloated backside and bust absorbed the impact of countless hops, but not in the effortless way pillows might; this shit hurt! Each time the toad landed, she'd pitch forward into her cleavage and the tops of her breasts slapped her face. It was a repeated indignity she desperately wanted to be free of.
That freedom would have to be hard won, given how liberal the Kilkaedians were with the glue they used to affix her ass and thighs to the back of the beast. She needed to get home. Someone there would be able to find a solvent. Her antennae perked up, she was tantalizingly close now. So why had they stopped?
"Hey- cobble-skinned clod hopper! Get a move on!" She pounded a tiny fist on the toad's brow. It merely blinked and shot out it's tongue, catching a wriggling ant it brought back to its awaiting maw. Lielle looked to the right, and to her dismay, she saw an unending line of marching ants turn into a buffet for the hungry toad. This was going to take forever!
Of course, that's when she figured out she had to pee.
Oh man, don't tell me you got a fairy infestation of some sort. Those little assholes can get quite annoying once you get over how nice some of them look.
Holy crap woot! Your 500th picture is coming up! Can we expect some like mind blowing awesome picture? Maybe all of your girls crammed into one panel? A huge panoramtic of nothing but busty cow girls?
Sorry to disappoint e-man - if you're going by the number in the image name, that's actually the number picture over on the Melon Stand. Doomed Diplomacy is actually Woot's 314th pic.
Well maybe i'm going offtopic, but i love the toads tongue and also the detail in the warts is great...hehe it¡s now so obvous you can make awesome stuff beyond the girls :P
I chuckled when I read that the ears are the excessive part about this picture :]
I don't have anything special planned for the 500th pic on the Melon Stand. In fact, there's always the chance that somebody will swoop in and nab it before I can act. In wich case- no biggie. I'm glad the place is more active recently.
The second Lielle realized what a dangerously naïve little brat the first Lielle was. She now knew she had been the perfect fool for a fool's errand; there would never be anything but writhing hatred between the two fairy circles. Kilkaed was full of murderous savages who'd sooner deform your body with vile magics and glue you to the back of a toad bound for Loganswyk than listen to heartfelt entreaties for peace. Plus, she could confirm that the tales were overly kind to Prince Kaedin, who possessed only average looks, and up close, had breath like a mule's fart.
In short, Lielle felt older and wiser and bitterer and angrier. She was also very sore. Her bloated backside and bust absorbed the impact of countless hops, but not in the effortless way pillows might; this shit hurt! Each time the toad landed, she'd pitch forward into her cleavage and the tops of her breasts slapped her face. It was a repeated indignity she desperately wanted to be free of.
That freedom would have to be hard won, given how liberal the Kilkaedians were with the glue they used to affix her ass and thighs to the back of the beast. She needed to get home. Someone there would be able to find a solvent. Her antennae perked up, she was tantalizingly close now. So why had they stopped?
"Hey- cobble-skinned clod hopper! Get a move on!" She pounded a tiny fist on the toad's brow. It merely blinked and shot out it's tongue, catching a wriggling ant it brought back to its awaiting maw. Lielle looked to the right, and to her dismay, she saw an unending line of marching ants turn into a buffet for the hungry toad. This was going to take forever!
Of course, that's when she figured out she had to pee.