Royal Promenude

The second illustration of October is finished!

"A remarkable bit of sorcery this. Wouldn't you agree your highness?" Lawrence fingered the strange amulet around his neck as he stood before the mirror completely naked.

A muffled but clearly upset voice could be heard coming from the open cupboard across the room.

"Yes indeed. That Shadow Man seems to know exactly what he's doing when it comes to eldritch affairs such as this. Why, I have a hard time believing that this is myself I am seeing in the mirror. I must say you do keep your body in tip top shape for the ladies don’t you?"

Lawrence turned away from the mirror and walked toward the open cupboard where a clear jar could be seen. The jar once had a single occupant. A green frog writhing around clearly looking for a means of escape.

"Now you would think I'd have been just as embarrassed as you at being exposed like this. But it's quite odd. This strange magic of the Shadow Man has me feeling like I'm not in my own skin."

Lawrence gestured down to his Naveen-looking body.

"But well I suppose that's just it isn't it. I am NOT in my own skin. I'm in yours!" He laughed wickedly.

The frogs scowling grew deeper and shouts of rage could be heard to come from the jar again.

"Now your royal highness. Could you imagine what would happen if I summoned in one of Mr. La Bouff's servants to help me search for something under the bed that I just can't seem to find on my own."

To emphasize his point, Lawrence got down on his hands and knees by the bed and made sure to point his naked rear high into the air. The royal derriere was on full display! If someone were to walk in at that moment they would be given quite the welcome indeed.

Lawrence wiggled the royal rump in a most salacious manner and looked towards the jarred frog with a wink. "So scandalous, your highness!"

The frog went from scowling and screaming to looking petrified and hanging it's mouth agape.

"Or perhaps not." Lawrence said, getting up. "A single scandalous report from a lone servant could just be vicious gossip and hearsay. Nothing concrete."

The frog looked relieved.

"However...there is another means by which I could have some fun at your highness's expense!"

The frog turned pale.

"The costume ball Mr. La Bouff is giving tonight's starting very soon. And his royal highness hasn't gotten dressed yet. He will have to do so in a hurry. Doing such things in a rush allows for all sorts of forgetfulness to take place."

The frog looked on as the false Naveen explained away the scenario all the while getting dressed in the royal prince costume.

Or rather...that's what he started doing. But he was going about it all wrong!

He put on the cloak first. Then the crown followed by a pair of boots. And...wait. That's it?!

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Lawrence said with a flourish of his cape which only served to emphasize the rest of his nudity. "Thank you for having me! I apologize for being so late. As you can see, I dressed in a bit of a hurry."

Lawrence grinned and dropped the charade of addressing a crowd as he returned his gaze to the frog.

"Well? What do you think? Will they get a kick out of this?"

The frog dropped to its knees and just stared at the mostly naked body before him.

"Hmm? Wearing absolutely nothing around the loins is a bit much you say? Well...perhaps you are right. But wait! I have the very thing!"

Lawrence made his way over to the pile of luggage by the bed and fished out a small satchel. The prince's personal belongings.

The frog perked up and began shouting again.

"Oh come now, your Royal highness. Just because this is your personal bag do you really think I don't know what's in it.? I have had to pack up your bloody belongings for years. You have no secrets from me."

The frog looked shocked.

"Yes my dear prince. I even know about the little secret pocket in the side of the bag." Lawrence reached into said pocket and pulled out a rather large golden ring. "And yes. I am quite aware of what one is to do with this."

Lawrence turned away and began fumbling with himself. From behind all one could see was the royal cloak moving about as the form of Prince Naveen seemed to be struggling with something on his person.

"Ah ha! There we go!" Lawrence proclaimed victoriously and then spun about. "How's that?"

The body of prince Naveen was sporting a glimmering cock ring around the now engorged royal privates!

"This should truly wow them! Don't you think so?"

The frog began to hyperventilate and then fainted.

"Your Highness?" Lawrence walked over to the jar. "Your Highness?"

The frog continued to lay still but his struggling breaths could easily be heard.

"Oh bloody hell! If he dies then that will upset the Shadow Man's plans which will no doubt be bad for me in the end! He grabbed the jar and shook it.

No movement.

"Blast! Well, I have to do something! I can't just let him lay there and suffocate."

Lawrence took the jar and loosened the lid to allow more air in. He watched for any sign of escape from the prince.

Still nothing.

Well, it truly was time to get to the party. He took the jar and placed it in the cupboard and closed the doors.

He walked by the mirror and took a good long look at himself and pondered.

"No...no I shouldn't. It really would be too much."

He walked over to the bed and began to put the royal attire on properly.

He did, however, choose to keep the cock ring on.

Meanwhile, the true Naveen stirred about in his glass jar prison as he suffered from horrible nightmares that involved himself at a grand costume party wearing almost nothing. The perspective of the dream changed constantly.

Sometimes he was the royal prince of Maldonia, mortified at his state of undress in front of the crowd. Then he would suddenly find himself as a frog chasing after his naked body which freely danced about and displayed his most private areas to any and all that might be interested in having a look.

"No! No! Ouch!" Naveen cried out as he awoke from the nightmare with a mighty hop that sent him banging his head against the glass jar.

His world spun both figuratively and literally as the glass jar tumbled from the force of him striking it.

Clang! The jar's lid fell off.

Naveen saw his chance and took it!

Story written by fellow patron and friend Sid!