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Royal Wedding
by George Glass
Summary: In a medieval fantasy fanfic authored by Ronnie Anne, young prince Lincolnicus is wed to the beautiful Princess Ronalda. But more important than the marriage ceremony is the rite of consummation.
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Ronnie Anne had never done anything like this before. But right now she had something that, in the Casagrande household, was rare and precious: alone time. A blessed convergence of work, errands, and social activities had resulted in all every member of Ronnie Anne’s family being out of the house—even Sergio and Lalo, the family pets. So it was now or never.
The freckled girl opened her laptop and created a blank document. Then she took a deep breath.
“Here goes,” she said, and began to type.
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It was a perfect spring afternoon in the kingdom of Casagrandia, and Princess Ronalda had just been escorted into the Queen’s Church by her handmaids. Now, they stood at the end of the church’s long central aisle, which was carpeted in dazzling white linen. The princess raised a hand to signal her readiness, and the orchestra began to play the Royal Wedding March.
As she started down the aisle, the crowd in the fifty long rows of pews to either side of her turned to look at the princess, and some gasped at her beauty. Under an outer garment of white lace so delicate as to be entirely translucent, she wore a close-fitting gown of the finest white silk, which clung revealingly to her well-toned body.
The princess swept majestically down the aisle, the long silken train of her gown carried by a half dozen ladies-in-waiting, including the freckled Lady Sidna; Sidna’s younger sister, Viscountess Adelayde; and the willowy, blonde Lady Neeki. When the princess arrived at the altar, the ladies detached the train, and Princess Ronalda turned to face the crowd.
From a doorway to the right of the altar, the blonde Queen Reeta of Lowd emerged with her only son, Prince Lincolncus. Having ten sisters, and coming from the matrilineal queendom of Lowd, Lincolnicus was eleventh in line for the throne. This, his mother and sisters agreed, gave him much more utility as a groom for a politically advantageous marriage than as a potential ruler.
The boy’s white breeches were made in the traditional style for Lowdite grooms, in that they were tight and fit especially closely around the boy’s rather sizeable package to advertise his fertility. After Queen Reeta left her son in his place next to the altar, many of the young women in attendance alternated between looking at Lincolnicus’ crotch and glancing at one another to exchange sly smiles and giggles, and some of the older women eyed the boy and his barely concealed endowment with undisguised lust.
Queen Reeta now seated herself on a “guest throne” near the front of the cathedral. This seat was next to a somewhat larger one occupied by her host—Queen Mariana, ruler of Casagrandia. Around and behind each queen was a substantial entourage of relatives.
“Our royal physician,” Queen Reeta said to her Casagrandian counterpart, “has certified Lincolnicus’ fertility. But just to be certain, we bred him with four of the servant girls. You’ll be pleased to know that all of them are now with child. And some,” she added with a quick raise of her eyebrow, “are asking to be bred with him again.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know that was what he was doing,” said Princess Lenina, Queen Reeta’s second daughter, sounding wistful as she put a hand on her visibly pregnant belly. “I just thought they were playing a really fun game, so I wanted to play, too.” The girl’s somber expression was broken by a naughty half smile as she added, “It was fun, though.”
“Excellent,” Queen Mariana said to Reeta. “I should like my daughter to have as many heirs as you yourself have, Queen Reeta. As ambitious a goal as that may be.” This was a high compliment, Queen Reeta knew, as the Casagrandians valued fertility as highly as Lowdites did.
“Oh, I have no doubt that she will,” cut in Crown Princess Glori, Queen Reeta’s eldest child and heir to the throne of Lowd. Glori was holding the hand of her toddler-age daughter while her husband, Prince-Consort Roberto, cradled their infant son in his arms. “There is much fertility on both sides of our family, and our Lincolnicus has the libido of a healthy young goat. It would not surprise me if he impregnates Princess Ronalda this very day.”
“Then I very much look forward to seeing his performance,” said Duchess Fridaña, sister-in-law to Queen Mariana. “These affairs can be such a bore when the groom’s endurance proves…disappointing.” She eyed her husband on that last word, making him shrink a bit.
While royal weddings in other kingdoms often dragged on for two hours or even longer, Casagrandian matrimonial ceremonies were known for their merciful brevity. There was a single hymn at the beginning: “I Want to be Your Beast of Burden” by the renowned troubadour Nicholas Swaeger; Reeta’s daughter Princess Luana, whom some called “the Bard Princess,” played the lute in concert with the Casagrandian musicians who had been hired for the event. Then the High Priestess, a raven-haired, dusky-skinned woman clad in white-and-gold robes that seemed voluminous yet revealed a great deal of her substantial bosom, appeared and said a few words about the Goddess, marriage, and fertility before launching into the central portion of the ceremony
“Does anyone present today,” the High Priestess called, “know any reason why this marriage should not go forward?”
Suddenly, the curly-headed, mustachioed Duke of Clydesburg stood up and shouted, “Princess Glori! You’re only two children into your loveless marriage! There’s still time to banish Roberto to the Frozen Wastes and begin a life of bliss with me!”
“I said this marriage!” the High Priestess shouted back.
Princess Glori rolled her eyes and said, “He does this at every wedding.”
As a pair of royal guards dragged the protesting Duke of Clydesburg away, the priestess continued with the ceremony.
“Princess Ronalda,” she said, “do you take Lincolnicus as your Prince-Consort?”
“I do.”
“Do you promise to produce as many royal heirs with him as both your bodies will allow?”
Leering subtly at Lincolnicus, Ronalda replied, “I do.”
“Prince Lincolnicus,” the priestess said, “do you take Princess Ronalda to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do,” the white-haired boy replied.
“Do you promise to obey her every command and indulge her every whim without question?”
“I do.”
“Do you promise to impregnate her as many times as she demands?”
“I do.”
“Then,” the priestess said, “by the power of the Goddess, I now pronounce you…princess and consort!” Then she turned to Ronalda and said, “You may kiss the groom.”
Ronalda took Linconicus’s face in both hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. The many guests cheered loudly.
“Oh yeah,” Princess Luana said excitedly. “She’s gonna ride the white horse.”
As was traditional in Casagrandian weddings, the guests now proceeded to the royal banquet hall for the all-night festivities that would soon begin. But the bride, the groom, and the two royal families had an important obligation to fulfill before they could join the others in feasting and dancing. The wedding ceremony was important, certainly, but this next rite was considered the true beginning of a royal marriage.
“To the consummation chamber!” Queen Mariana declared.
The queen led the way, with Ronalda and Linconicus just behind her and the other members of both families following in a mass behind them. Soon, they all descended a great stone staircase to the level beneath the palace and arrived in a large, stone-walled chamber that was illuminated solely by torches along the walls. At the edges of the chamber, the floor was slightly elevated, and a great many comfortable chairs had been placed all along the walls. In the center of the room was a large bed, which featured a bedstead of brass bars and which was made up with white silken sheets and pillows.
Queen Mariana, Princess Ronalda, and Prince-Consort Lincolnicus remained standing as the others took seats around the room. The queen then led the newlyweds to the foot of the great bed.
“Since the days of old,” Queen Mariana proclaimed, “princesses and their consorts have consummated their marriages in view of their royal families. In this way, the blood-bond between us is forged before the eyes of all.”
The queen put her hand on the brass bedstead as she continued, “This consummation bed has belonged to my family for centuries. Now, to symbolize the union between Casagrandia and Lowd, my daughter shall use the ceremonial Chains of Fealty to bind her new husband to it.”
A servant appeared, carrying a pillow on which lay a pair of shackles connected by a long chain. The shackles were covered in red velvet trimmed with gold thread: the colors of Casagrandia.
In keeping with tradition, Princess Ronalda pushed Lincolnicus down on his back on the bed. Then she took the shackles in her hands and smiled down at her groom.
“With these chains,” she recited, “I bind you unto me. Your blood to my blood, your flesh to my flesh.”
She looped the chain around the two central bars of the bedstead and attached the cuffs to Linconicus’s wrists. Then she stood up from the bed and looked to the three ladies-in-waiting who had accompanied her to the consummation chamber. Each one now held a pair of golden scissors.
Continuing the ritual, Ronalda said to them, “Bare his body to my eyes, that I may look upon what is mine.”
Although the three ladies-in-waiting were no older than Ronalda, they had practiced this portion of the ritual several times—perhaps more than was strictly necessary—on some of the Castle Casagrandia’s page boys. So it was with ease and confidence that they cut off Lincolnicus’ jacket and shirt and pulled them away to show Ronalda his bare torso. Then, with unconcealed eagerness, they cut away his tight breeches and under-trousers at once. Ronalda was pleased to see that the young prince was as well endowed as his mother had claimed, and already half erect. Of course, half wouldn’t be enough.
Her eyes unwavering in their focus on Lincolnicus’ cock, Ronalda commanded, “Strip me, that I may take what is mine.”
The ladies-in-waiting slipped their scissors into the sashes of their gowns and used their hands to remove the princess’ gauzy outer dress. Then the ladies stepped back so that everyone could admire the princess in the all-white lingerie she had selected for the occasion: a silken corset edged in lace that pushed Ronalda’s small breasts up into eye-pleasing mounds; high-cut panties, likewise edged in lace, that showed off her toned legs and outer thighs; and white silk stockings held up by a pair of lace garters.
“I can’t believe that’s my sister,” Prince-Consort Roberto murmured.
“I can’t believe it either,” Crown Princess Glori replied. “She’s so hot.”
“Oh, yes, she’s perfect,” Queen Reeta said. “Our Lincolnicus has been looking forward to being bred with her ever since Queen Mariana so generously sent us that nude oil painting of the Princess.”
“Which now hangs in our royal bedchamber,” added Duke Lynn, Queen Reeta’s consort.
Princess Luanne, known to some as the Jester Princess, cut in, “She’s not guilty; she was framed!”
At the same time, Ronalda moved around in front of Lincolnicus. Then she gestured to Viscountess Adelayde and recited, “Bare my breasts to his eyes, that he may be aroused by their beauty.”
Adelayde came around behind Ronalda and, in ritualistic fashion, untied the laces of the princess’ corset. The princess then pulled the corset off and handed it to Adelayde, showing Lincolnicus and the other onlookers her small, perfect breasts.
The chained Lincolnicus gazed up at Ronalda with undisguised lust. And his gaze became even more intent when Sidna and Neeki moved to either side of Ronalda and grasped the top edge of her lace panties with their well-manicured fingertips. Then the two girls pulled the panties down slowly, revealing Ronalda’s perfect little pussy. What little hair she had there had been shaved into a narrow triangle, making every detail of her lovely little flower visible to all.
Looking at Lady Sidna and then Lady Neeki, Ronalda pointed at Lincolnicus’ half-hard cock and said, “Prepare him.”
In a decidedly un-ladylike manner, Sidna and Neeki ripped open their tops to expose their breasts to Lincolnicus’ view. Then they both bent over the bed and began to kiss, lick, and suck his cock and balls.
“And now,” Ronalda said to Linconicus, “while my ladies-in-waiting prepare you, you shall prepare me.”
Moments earlier, a servant had placed an ornate wooden step stool next to the head of the bed. Now, Ronalda used it to step up onto the bed and stand with her feet on either side of Lincolnicus’ head. Then, with the grace of a prima ballerina, she lowered herself to her knees until her open pussy made contact with the Prince’s lips.
When it came to the art of cunnilingus, Lincolnicus was far from ignorant. Being the only boy in the family, he had many times been pressed into service to provide oral pleasure for his mother and sisters, from Crown Princess Glori to the young alchemical prodigy Princess Lissa. In fact, the girls often enjoyed chaining him down and sitting on his face in much the same way.
So when Lincolnicus began to use his lips and tongue on the various parts of Princess Ronalda’s sex, he did so with a degree of skill that even a princess could scarcely dare hope to find in a groom. Ronalda closed her eyes, moaned, and fondled her own bare breasts as the young prince flicked her clit with his tongue, then ran the tip of it all around the most sensitive places between her nether lips.
Behind Queen Reeta, one of her little blonde daughters, who wore a gown of pink taffeta, began to weep.
“What is it, Lolli?” asked the girl’s twin sister, Princess Lani, whose dress was simple blue denim.
“I’m going to miss that tongue so much…” Princess Lolli sobbed.
“Yeah, me too,” Lani replied, putting an arm around her sister’s shoulders. “Especially that thing he does with my butthole, where he shoves-”
“That’s quite enough sympathy, thank you,” Lolli interrupted.
A moment later, Princess Ronalda’s moans grew louder as Lincolnicus began tongue-fucking her pussy. At the same time, Sidna was bobbing her head vigorously on the young man’s cock, and Neeki was tonguing his balls with a similar degree of enthusiasm.
Ronalda opened her eyes and, with a gesture, commanded the two ladies-in-waiting to cease their oral pleasuring of Lincolnicus’ genitals. It would not do for her new consort’s first load of the evening to disappear down Sidna’s throat. So Ronalda rose up off of Lincolnicus’ face and addressed the onlookers.
“It is time,” she said, her ceremonial tone cut with lust, “for the insemination!”
Up to this point, the onlookers had been reasonably quiet, speaking in no more than a low conversational tone. Now, they burst into cheers.
“Yes, my child, make me a granddaughter!” Queen Mariana shouted.
“Knock her up good, studmuffin!” hollered Princess Lynne.
“Fill up that womb!” Princess Lolli called.
“Like he filled up mine,” Princess Lenina said, smiling lustfully and patting her tummy.
“The next time you want to fuck a boy we’re related to,” Crown Princess Glori advised her sister, “make sure you drink a birth-control potion first.”
“Or just put his cock in your butt,” Princess Lani chimed in, pulling on the denim straps of her gown. “It’s a lot safer that way.”
“And then,” Princess Luanne chimed in, “you won’t be the ‘butt’ of so many jokes! Hahahahaha!”
“I like to put it in a girl’s butt,” Casagrandian Prince Carlos the Second said to Luanne in his unusual accent. With a grin, he added, “Sometimes, I even do it on purpose.” Luanne laughed.
While Neeki got up from the bed and stood back, Sidna took hold of Lincolnicus’ cock at the base and held it upright. Many in the crowd gasped and murmured at the sight of Lincolnicus’ endowment, now standing fully erect for all to see.
“My goodness,” Queen Mariana exclaimed. “He’s barely a man, but so gifted!” She turned to Queen Reeta and added, “You must be very proud.”
“Oh, yes,” Reeta replied. “We’ve been breeding our males for size for generations. My sire was a renowned cocksman, and of course Lynn here is very well endowed, so it was all but certain that any sons we might produce would be exceptionally well hung.”
“As we say in our realm,” Crown Princess Glori added, “a male’s greatest asset is between his legs, not his ears.”
Carlinero, Duchess Fridaña’s younger son, waggled his thick black eyebrows at Glori and said, “If you wanna come see my ‘asset’ after this, bellisima, you can meet me in my room.”
“Ha!” cried Countess Carlotta. “If your assets were any less, you’d be in the poorhouse!” The other girls laughed, and Carlinero ran off crying.
Seeing Princess Ronalda position herself above her new groom’s massive member, Queen Reeta said to Queen Mariana, “I do hope your daughter isn’t a virgin. My son’s endowment would be far too much for a fresh flower to take.”
Queen Mariana chuckled. “Oh, there’s no need to worry. My little princess has been preparing for this day for months.”
“And not merely with men,” Countess Carlotta added. “Few males in our kingdom are so well endowed as Lincolnicus, so the princess has been availing herself of the services of both the royal kennels and the royal stables.”
“How intriguing,” Reeta replied. “Perhaps the kennels and stables of Lowd should offer similar services to the ladies of the royal family.”
“Wait, they don’t do that already?” Princess Lani asked. “I guess that’s why the kennel master always looks at me funny whenever I go in there to get railed by one of the boy-dogs.” An odd smile spread across her face as she added, “The Royal Goatherd, though—he likes to watch.”
Princess Ronalda slowly lowered herself down until her pussylips kissed the head of Lincolnicus’ mighty member. Then, as the assembled royals watched with bated breath, Ronalda began to impale herself on Lincolnicus’ great pillar of manhood. She moaned loudly as the head stretched her open wide and then slid inside her.
“Oh, yes, that’s my girl,” Queen Mariana murmured, seeming to enjoy Ronalda’s impalement vicariously as she watched her daughter lower herself down, taking ever more of Lincolnicus’ member inside her. “Take that big cock, sweetheart, take every inch…”
“I can scarcely believe she has so much room inside her,” Countess Carlotta gasped.
A moment later, Ronalda’s tan thighs met with Lincolnicus’ pale hips, and the princess looked at the crowd with a triumphant, open-mouthed smile. Then she bent her face down to look at the shackled Lincolnicus, who was smiling back up at her.
Satisfied that her groom was ready, Ronalda spoke the next words of the ritual. “Your body and your seed are mine by right. Now, I shall take them both.”
She started to move slowly up and down. Her ladies-in-waiting gawked at the sight of the princess impaling herself again and again on the thickest cockshaft any of them had ever seen. Soon, all three maidens had their hands inside their skirts, rubbing their clits as their eyes remained glued to the action.
“Mmmmmm,” Ronalda moaned. Then she closed her eyes, wanting to focus solely on the feel of Lincolnicus’ stallion-esque member moving inside her. Not only did it fill her love-channel to the absolute limit, which alone felt magnificent, but it stretched her entrance so taut as to pull her clit down against Lincolnicus’ shaft, so that the boy’s member rubbed her love-button with every movement Ronalda made. No boy, man, or beast Ronalda had fucked before now had brought her so much pleasure with so little effort.
Queen Reeta’s black-haired sixth daughter, Princess Luce, didn’t speak as she watched this activity, but she did allow herself a tiny smile. Girl-on-top was her favorite sexual position, although she always instructed the pageboys with whom she practiced it to lie perfectly still, “like the dead.”
Like Luce, Queen Mariana had been watching the action with great interest from the beginning, but her interest was becoming increasingly prurient. It was common for the women of the Casagrandian royal house to share their men with one another, and as she stared at the mighty cock that was filling her daughter, Mariana was already looking forward to a night with young Lincolnicus. She would, of course, allow her daughter exclusive access to the boy for the first few weeks of their marriage to ensure that she became pregnant. Not that Mariana thought it would take nearly that long for Lincolnicus to get her daughter with child: As she watched the mating, her eyes went as much to the boy’s huge balls as to the thick shaft that slid in and out of Ronalda’s flower. Few things drove Mariana to a powerful climax like the sensation of being filled with hot semen, and Lincolnicus’ balls looked like they could produce a great bounty of it.
“Would you say,” Mariana asked Reeta, “that Lincolnicus’ semen production is on a par with his endowment?”
“Oh, indeed,” Reeta replied. “I think you shall be quite impressed with the volume of seed he will soon pump into your daughter’s pussy.”
Ronalda looked down at Lincolnicus. The boy was panting with excitement, and he looked up at Ronalda’s face and bare breasts with great eagerness. What was more, Lincolnicus was moving his hips in time with Ronalda’s as much as his bonds would allow. Ronalda was pleased that the spoken portion of the ritual was completed and that she could now address her groom directly and in her own words.
“You are anxious to impregnate me, are you not?” she said, continuing to move atop him.
“Yes,” Lincolnicus panted. “Please, let me fill you with my seed.”
“Ah, then it is true what they say: that you were born to breed.”
Lincolnicus didn’t answer immediately. Perhaps he was embarrassed at being described in terms most often used for farm animals.
“Confess it,” Ronalda said, “and I will let you shoot your seed inside me many times this night. But if you hold your tongue, I can ride you slowly for hour upon hour until you weep from need and beg me to let you finish.”
Lincolnicus gasped, then confessed, “Yes! I was born to breed! I have impregnated many of the serving maids, and my own sister Lenina! And I would get all the rest of my sisters with child if I could!”
Ronalda smiled wickedly at the boy as she replied, “I’m very pleased to know it. For you will be breeding me—and anyone else I choose—for years to come.”
She started to ride his cock faster, and the look on Lincolnicus’ face turned from borderline desperation to a combination of relief and eagerness as he increased his fuck-pace to match hers.
“Tell me,” she moaned. “Tell me you want to breed me.”
“Yes,” Lincolnicus gasped. “I wish to fill your womb to bursting with my seed, over and over, until you cannot help but become pregnant. I wish to make your breasts swell with milk and your belly grow large and heavy with my child, and then another, and then another.”
Ronalda increased her speed a little more. Now, she panted as she spoke.
“And what of…my mother?…Will you breed her…if it is…my wish?”
“Yes,” Lincolnicus breathed. “If you desire it…I will fuck her…for weeks on end…until my child…grows in her womb…”
Ronalda rode her new husband even faster as she gasped, “And...my ladies…-in-waiting…Will you breed…them all…if I…command it?”
“Yes…Every one of them…as many times…as you wish…”
Now, Ronalda looked down at Lincolnicus with pure, unabashed lust as she asked, “And our…daughters…Will you…breed them…one day…if that is…my will?”
Overwhelmed with sexual need, Lincolnicus gasped, “Yes!…I will breed…our daughters…and their daughters…if you…desire it…”
Lincolnicus’ answers stoked the fire of Ronalda’s lust to a height she had never known before. She rode her new groom hard and fast, and Lincolnicus bucked beneath her like a charging steed. Ronalda knew that his moment of climax was as close as her own.
“Give…me…your…seed!” she cried. “I…want…it…NOW!”
She came so hard that the entire length of her love-tunnel seized Lincolnicus’ massive shaft in a death grip. Lincolnicus cried “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” and pumped huge gouts of thick semen straight up into Ronalda’s womb, making her climax even more powerful.
“Great ghost of Galileo!” Princess Lissa replied. “Our fraternal unit is expelling so much seminal fluid into Princesh Ronalda’s uterus that her abdomen is visibly exshpanding!”
“And her tummy’s swelling up, too!” Princess Lenina added.
The bride and groom’s climaxes were as long-lasting as they were powerful. After Ronalda’s body finally ceased seizing with ecstasy and Lincolnicus pumped the last of his seed into her now very full womb, the panting Ronalda looked down at him and smiled breathlessly. The boy smiled back up at her.
Slowly, Princess Ronalda raised herself up off of Lincolnicus’ girthy shaft, which was thickly coated in his seed and her juices as it slid out of her. And when the young man’s member finally popped free, semen gushed from Ronalda’s wide-open pussy onto the thighs of both bride and groom. Ronalda then sat back on the bed, her legs open wide.
The ladies-in-waiting, being both dutiful and eager, quickly got to work. Lady Sidna thrust her face between Ronalda’s spread thighs and devoured the substantial quantity of seed around and inside the princess’ pussy, while Lady Neeki used her lips and tongue to clean the semen from Lincolnicus’ cock and Adelayde cleaned Ronalda and Lincolnicus’ thighs. When the ladies were finished, Ronalda sat up and addressed the room.
“The first breeding is complete,” she announced. Then, she looked down at Lincolnicus and added, “The first of many this night.” Lincolnicus smiled at her again.
At Ronalda’s command, the ladies-in-waiting freed Lincolnicus from his chains so that they could continue to fuck in any position the princess wished. Which they did, for quite some time.
“It seems that both our children have a great deal of stamina,” Queen Reeta said.
“Indeed,” Queen Mariana replied. “I suspect that after seeing this spectacle, other Lowd and Casagrandian girls will be keen to marry the boys of our families.”
Princess Liliana, a toddler who was currently in the arms of Duke Lynn, looked over at little Prince Carlinitos, then made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and thrust the index finger of her other hand into the circle repeatedly. Carlinitos looked back at the little girl with a lustful grin.
Finally, after Lincolnicus had shot no fewer than six loads into Ronalda’s eager womb, the two newlyweds were exhausted. The ladies-in-waiting took up the task of cleaning and dressing them as their families filed out of the chamber and headed upstairs to join the all-night festivities.
As Meeki and Adelayde used both towels and tongues to clean the semen from Princess Ronalda’s body, the princess lay a hand on Lincolnicus’ cheek and said, “I believe our marriage shall be a most fruitful one.”
“Indeed,” Lincolnicus replied, gasping for a moment as the eager Sidna licked up a large dollop of cum from around his glans. “I look forward to fulfilling my vows…and all my promises to you.”
“Good,” Ronalda replied with a smile. “Because I know a few ladies-in-waiting who may need impregnating.” The ladies tittered eagerly.
***
Ronnie Anne clicked Save, then let out a long breath she didn’t know she had been holding.
She glanced at the word count in the bottom-left corner of her word processor’s window and was amazed: She had written more than forty-five hundred words in one sitting. Her fingertips were sore, and it was no wonder, given how long and how fast she’d been typing.
Time was short now. She scrolled up through the document, looking for the squiggly lines that indicated major spelling and grammar errors and fixing those she found. Then she opened her browser, logged into her account at FanFictionFan.com, and posted the story under her username, Sk8rGrrrrrl.
The site would send an alert to every registered user who followed her. But there was one user in particular whose interest Ronnie Anne hoped her new story would attract.
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Hours later, as she sat at the dinner table with her family, Ronnie Anne used her phone to check her FanFictionFan.com account for what felt like the zillionth time. Her story had been getting quite a lot of views but had garnered only a few Likes, and none from the particular reader she was hoping would give it one.
But that seemed like a lot to hope for. She had read through her posted story, and even though it was all fantasy and allegory, it was crazy edgy.
What if he hated it? What if he was disgusted by it? What if he thought she was a huge freak and he never wanted to speak to her again?
But now, Ronnie Anne saw one new Like on the story—and, miracle of miracles, a comment!
“This story obviously comes from a twisted mind,” it read. “And that’s why it’s awesome. Keep it up, Sk8rGrrrrrl. You’ve already helped ME keep it up.”
But the biggest thrill of all was who the comment was from: a user who had a picture of Ace Savvy as his avatar and whose username was MissingLinc. Ronnie Anne put the phone to her cheek, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh with a smile on her face. Then she heard someone clear their throat.
“Ronnie Anne,” her mother said, “no phone calls at the table. We’ve talked about this.”
“Yes, Mom,” she replied, and put the phone away.
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