{"sf1_id":1662146,"sf2_id":"ynZNWDqn","title":"A Lady and Her Lord","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":2072,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T04:55:49.000Z","tags":["Anger","F/M","Greentext","Human","Lioness","Renaissance Fair","Second Person","Sex","Straight"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662146-a-lady-and-her-lord","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZNWDqn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f1/8a/f18a9a4f-37f2-4b12-a9a2-51590a0598cf","description":"[Greentext] Not everyone can get into the spirit of the Renaissance fair, but Anon can help one jouster try to unwind a bit.","content":"\\\u003eIt's a warm day at the annual Renaissance fair  \n\\\u003eAnd you're alone because it's \"a little TOO nerdy\" for your friends  \n\\\u003eThe day is wrapping up with the jousting tournament in a large outdoor arena  \n\\\u003eAs the royal dais is populated with humans and anthros of extravagant dress, a beautiful vixen steps forward   \n\\\u003e\"Lords and ladies, please welcome to today's event, and the penultimate tournament of the season!\"  \n\\\u003eThe crowd waves pennants of their respective section's color  \n\\\u003eYou're in the \"amber section\", flanked by sapphire and ruby  \n\\\u003e\"Emblazoned in blue, the knight of the people, please welcome Sir Azuregeld!\"  \n\\\u003eA sinewy horse rides onto the sandy arena on the back of a four-legged dinosaur  \n\\\u003eHe makes a lap around the field before stopping in front of his section's crowd  \n\\\u003e\"The sanguine swordsman, and our reigning grand champion, Sir Guleswulf!\"  \n\\\u003eA burly lupine charges out next, red dye streaked across his fur  \n\\\u003eHe has a smarmy demeanor as he parks his own dino before his crowd  \n\\\u003eThe ruby section cheers for him, but the rest of the arena boos his arrogance  \n\\\u003e\"Finally, the gartered warrior from the golden east, our newest champion, Lady Orroara!\"  \n\\\u003eA majestic lioness rushes out, her armor adorned with much more \"tribal\" motifs than the typical medieval style, as well as her titular floral garters  \n\\\u003eHer dino fights her command briefly when she settles before you  \n\\\u003eShe looks nervous, but keeps her chest puffed out and wooden lance tightly in paw  \n\\\u003e\"Champions, please ready yourselves for today's tournament!\"  \n\\\u003eThe riders circle the arena, eliciting cheers from their own section and heckling from the opposing ones  \n\\\u003eThey perform several trials of accuracy and speed  \n\\\u003eCatching rings with their lances, jumping fences, racing laps around the arena  \n\\\u003eGuleswulf takes a commanding lead in points while Orroara struggles just to control her mount  \n\\\u003eFinally comes the last challenge: the joust  \n\\\u003eThe first round is Azuregeld versus Guleswulf  \n\\\u003eEven with the lances being made of wood for safety, the force of Guleswulf's precise strike is enough to send the horse knight reeling  \n\\\u003eNext is Azuregeld versus the rookie, Lady Orroara  \n\\\u003eAzuregeld's humiliation is channeled into his lance, and he takes out his rage against the lioness  \n\\\u003eHer shield goes sailing from her grip from the impact, causing your section to groan in disappointment   \n\\\u003eA bunny squire retrieves the shield for her, and she faces off against Guleswulf  \n\\\u003eYou can see the result even before it happens  \n\\\u003eThe wolf rams the lioness with such energy she is sent toppling from her dino  \n\\\u003eShe keeps the lance gripped so tightly that it bends and snaps as it digs into the earth  \n\\\u003e\"Sir Guleswulf remains out champion for the day!\" the vixen shouts  \n\\\u003eThere's applause from the whole crowd, though it's unenthusiastic coming from the amber section  \n\\\u003eAs the people clear out to the rest of the faire, Lady Orroara pounds the sands with a clenched fist  \n  \n\\\u003eThe horse and wolf remain to autograph tournament memorabilia for the guests  \n\\\u003ePennants of their color, photo prints, the rings and targets damaged during the trials \\\u003eEven the remnants of the wooden lances are available to purchase  \n\\\u003eUnfortunately, they only come in one color: amber  \n\\\u003eYou buy the two halves of the lioness' weapon and approach the vixen with them  \n\\\u003e\"Lady Orroara should have returned by now after stabling her mount,\" the fox says  \n\\\u003eShe looks agitated, but quickly puts on a cheerful air  \n\\\u003e\"Please, come with me. I'm sure she may need to be REMINDED of the fans who wish to see her.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're led to the back of the arena, stopped outside of the employee entrance  \n\\\u003eYou can hear muted arguing from over the walls, followed by the vixen's shrill voice  \n\\\u003e\"Lady Orroara would do well to champion HER CHARACTER if she wishes to remain a champion of our FAIR!\"  \n\\\u003eThe vixen stomps out, composing herself as best as she can  \n\\\u003e\"Lady Orroara is unable to return to the arena at this time\"  \n\\\u003eShe sees the dejection in your face, then clears her throat and motions to the employee entrance  \n\\\u003e\"Perhaps the young lord would like to enter and see her anyway? Oh, and please excuse the suspension of illusion for our dear realm!\"  \n\\\u003eYou're guessing she means, “Pretend you're not seeing everyone out of their costumes\"  \n\\\u003eIt's definitely what you'd expect from the backstage area of a medieval fair  \n\\\u003eAir conditioning, televisions, refrigerators…  \n\\\u003eThe lioness sits alone at a table, nursing a beer with a small collection of empty plastic cups scattered around  \n\\\u003eShe looks at you glumly as you present her broken lance  \n\\\u003e\"So, which one of the two 'knightly' pricks is putting you up to this?\" she says  \n\\\u003eIt's stereotyping, but you expected some kind of foreign accent judging from her theming and the way she was presented  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't even try to speak “old timey\" like the rest of the employees  \n\\\u003eInstead, her voice is the honeyed rumble of a lion, powerful and coarse  \n\\\u003eYou tell her you were hoping to get her autograph  \n\\\u003eThe lioness sighs as she takes out a marker  \n\\\u003e\"I hate signing this round shit,\" she mutters, trying best to write on the cylindrical surface  \n\\\u003eThere's an awkward silence after she hands the pieces back to you  \n\\\u003eYou try to break the tension  \n\\\u003eShe, uh, did a good job for being a new jouster  \n\\\u003eThe lioness empties her cup and puts her head in her paw  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, and I'm probably getting thrown out after the season's over. Four years as a shit-kicker for those damn dinos, and I blow my first chance as a REAL champion\"  \n\\\u003eWow, you didn't realize that was a full-time thing  \n\\\u003e\"It's to 'preserve the atmosphere of the faire' by putting the temps in the menial roles,\" she replies. “It's all for their little illusion. Bet you think my name's actually 'Orroara' as well?\"  \n\\\u003eWell, it's still a pretty nice name  \n\\\u003eShe just chuckles  \n\\\u003e\"Fine, I can be 'Orroara', just for you. Sorry if I'm not what you expected. What's your name?\"  \n\\\u003eAnon  \n\\\u003e\"…Is that supposed to be some kind of nickname, too?\"  \n  \n\\\u003eYou stay at the faire until closing time  \n\\\u003eMany guests and even a few employees slip out of their costumes for the day's end  \n\\\u003eAs you head towards the gates you see Orroara, doffed of her armor, grabbing one last drink at the tavern  \n\\\u003e\"Oh, Anon, right?\" she says as you approach  \n\\\u003eShe already has two drinks in preparation, so she slides you one  \n\\\u003e\"Listen, you probably didn't have any clue at the time, but you ended up doing me a lot of good by asking me to sign your stuff.\"   \n\\\u003eHer claws rap against her pewter tankard   \n\\\u003e\"Guess I won't be having 'fans' much longer, so I should have enjoyed the few I had more than I did.\"  \n\\\u003eYou tell her you'd love to come back and see her for the final day's tournament  \n\\\u003e\"Heh, if you're really that taken by me, you probably shouldn't come back,\" she says  \n\\\u003e\"I'll probably be an even bigger embarrassment tomorrow. Best if you remember me with what little dignity I still have left.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's a bold move, maybe a little too forward, but you reach over and place your hand on her paw  \n\\\u003eYou can see the swishing of her slender tail out of the corner of your eye  \n\\\u003eYou say her name with honor and admiration  \n\\\u003eLady Orroara  \n\\\u003eAnd Anon, her biggest fan  \n\\\u003eYou almost bring the lioness to tears, but she hides them in her tankard with a large gulp  \n\\\u003e\"Listen, I need to…blow off a little steam. I really don't want you to think I'm uncaring, but it's more for my sake than anything. Would you…follow me to my room?\"  \n\\\u003eSuddenly the touch of her paw doesn't seem too forward anymore  \n\\\u003eBut she's such a stunning lioness and it's hard to turn her down  \n\\\u003eShe's soon leading you through the fairgrounds  \n\\\u003eYou expect to be taken to the employee area, but you duck into one of the open-air shops and up the stairs in the rear of the building  \n\\\u003e\"Veteran employees get rooms on the grounds,\" she says jadedly. “Supposed to keep us in the spirit of the period or whatever.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's indeed a very utilitarian room, with no electricity and a bed that'd be too small for even you  \n\\\u003eBut the space feels extremely cozy, especially when you light a few candles  \n\\\u003eThe lioness is already down to her fur before you have a chance to begin undressing  \n\\\u003eAt least her warrior's physique is not just part of the “illusion\"  \n\\\u003eIt's sculpted with muscle and covered with a golden pelt  \n\\\u003eYour watchful eyes don't go unnoticed, and the regal cat is soon flexing and stretching before you  \n\\\u003eBut she doesn't waste time on just the visual demonstration of her strength  \n\\\u003eShe picks you up and carries you over to the bed, plopping you down to finish stripping you of your clothes  \n\\\u003eThe anticipation of a much needed, stress-induced release has already made her more than ready   \n\\\u003eShe's already dripping, prepared to take your manhood without any foreplay  \n\\\u003eShe weighs heavily on your body, straddling both you and the bed itself with those dexterous, toned thighs  \n\\\u003e\"J-just don't make any stupid medieval puns,\" she gasps after settling on your entire length. “I don't want to hear anything about lances, or spears, or broadswords, or sheaths…\"  \n\\\u003eHer hips begin rocking at a steady pace, the rhythm in time with every grievance she lists  \n\\\u003eThe bedframe already has a dangerous amount of strain on it  \n\\\u003eWhen she runs out of dick innuendos she vents about the rest of her issues  \n\\\u003e\"Or heavy armor, or handsy guests, or those disgusting portable toilets…\"  \n\\\u003eShe's digging her claws into you as she bucks wildly  \n\\\u003eAnger in her face, but directed everywhere except to you  \n\\\u003e\"OR ASSHOLE KNIGHTS, OR CUNTBAG QUEENS, OR THIS WHOLE FUCKING FAIR.\"  \n\\\u003eShe cries out as she climaxes, pressing you further down into the bed  \n\\\u003eThe lioness pants as she rides her orgasm out, unconcerned with your own situation  \n\\\u003eYou don't want to enrage her any more, but you also can't hold out much longer  \n\\\u003eYour cumming manages to set her off again, but instead of a vicious roar she's reduced to a pitiful moan  \n\\\u003eWhen her eyes open again, she looks down in shame  \n\\\u003e\"I'm…sorry,\" she says  \n\\\u003eYou coax her down gently beside you  \n\\\u003eThe bed clearly wasn't made for her size, let alone two bodies, but you manage to curl up in her silken fur  \n\\\u003eShe holds your head closely to her own, whispering into your ear  \n\\\u003e\"Please, say it again.\"  \n\\\u003eIt takes you a minute to understand what she's saying, but then it dawns on you  \n\\\u003eLady Orroara  \n\\\u003eShe smiles and runs her claws through your hair  \n\\\u003eYou still don't even know her real name  \n\\\u003e\"It's Orroara, just for you….\"   \n  \n\\\u003eThe final day of the fair culminates around the arena  \n\\\u003eThere are far more events happening than just the tournament, but it all ends with the much awaited jousting  \n\\\u003eAll three champions ride out valiantly, ready for the battle royale  \n\\\u003eIt's a free-for-all, though they are instructed to only initiate the joust when the targeted opponent looks ready  \n\\\u003eAfter a lot of circling the arena and a few fake outs, Orroara sets her sight on Sir Azuregeld  \n\\\u003eThe two charge one another  \n\\\u003eThe intimidation in the horse's eyes becomes readily apparent as the lioness readies her strike  \n\\\u003eHer lance shatters upon his shield, and Azuregeld is launched off his mount  \n\\\u003e\"O-oh!\" the vixen announcer exclaims. “It seems Sir Guleswulf is trying to catch Lady Orroara off guard!\"  \n\\\u003eYou hear booing from the crowd as the lupine races full-tilt towards the unarmed lioness  \n\\\u003eBut Orroara braces herself and leans into the assault  \n\\\u003eGuleswulf's own weapon splinters to pieces against her shield  \n\\\u003eWith the dinos so close to each other, the lioness reaches out and bashes the lupine off his mount  \n\\\u003eAnd right into a pile of dino shit  \n\\\u003e“We have a new grand champion of the realm, Lady Orroara!\"  \n\\\u003eEven Guleswulf's own section turns on him, joining in the deafening applause of the crowd  \n\\\u003e\"As is tradition, the grand champion will now approach the royal dais to choose among the rewards-“  \n\\\u003eBut the lioness ignores her  \n\\\u003eAs she takes her victory lap around the arena, her eyes are on you alone  \n\\\u003eAnd when she stops at the amber section, she extends a paw to you  \n\\\u003eShe's your champion, your Lady Orroara"}