“You are the ocean’s
grey waaaves…”
On any given day,
hearing those divine lyrics can only mean one thing. Azura, princess
of Nohr and songstress extraordinaire had to have been out yet again,
relentlessly practicing her trademark melodies in the seclusion of
the gloomy Nohrian forestry. Typically such a despairing atmosphere
would’ve been to the singer’s disliking, but ever since Princess
Corrin made her decision to side with the Kingdom of Nohr, there
wasn’t much choice she had a

Forrest
hummed to himself, enjoying a warm, peaceful, breezy day alone in the
wilderness. The wind blew around the elegant, pink skirt he wore,
giving small glimpses of the boy’s amazing, bouncy ass to all the
nonexistent eyes behind him. Only the insects below would know the
imposing visage of those two soft, pale moons, casting an incredible
shadow with their sheer size. All that volume and jiggle hanging off
his hips always put Forrest in a good mood whenever he went out on a
walk, the mo

Two
weeks had passed since Forrest’s last incident. Since he had
devoured probably the most high-profile meal he could have imagined.
Corrin, the benevolent princess who was leading the war effort
against Hoshido, as well as his own commander and friend, was little
more than part of the weighty bubble butt the girlish boy toted on
his hips (though said butt had reduced in size a bit after his
ability to sate himself on normal food had been restored). And yet,
despite the implications of wha

Forrest
was starting to regret his decisions. The disappearance of a single
member of the Nohrian royal family could be explained easily enough;
they were at war with Hoshido. Tragic as it may be, being
assassinated or kidnapped by a force of swift, deadly ninjas was a
fate all too common to the Nohrian forces. However, two princesses
suddenly vanishing over the course of a week was much harder to pass
off as the work of enemy guerilla tactics. The entire fort was in a
state of perpetual ala

Forrest stepped back
from his creation with a sigh. Just a few days ago, his aunt, Lady
Corrin, had unlocked his power with a Master Seal, and he was feeling
more energetic and inspired than ever before in his life. So much
so, in fact, that the effeminate boy had spent the days since then
locked away in his room, toiling over a new, perfect set of clothes
in honor of his newfound abilities. And after several days,
innumerable designs on the scattered sheets of paper littering the
room, and s

Robin
let out a tired sigh as she sat down in the common area of the
Shepards’ barracks… but not before checking her chair and the
area around it for traps. It certainly wasn’t like the tactician
to be so suspicious in her own base, but the last week had given her
reason to fear her own ignorance. It all started days ago, when a
certain mischievous Ylissean princess, her sister-in-law, slipped a
frog into Robin’s bra. Without her even noticing before it touched
her skin! No matter ho