User blog:Gremoria/WWYD RE: Wacky Wedding

A response to user TheillegalDeagle7's WWYD scenario: Wacky Wedding

 Author's Note:  ''A short but sweet scenario, nothing really special save for the absolute absurd rolls I got for the Monster Girls on Roll for Waifu. Enjoy!''

I stood there in utter silence, face having been smashed with the strawberry cake that had been made for Asami and myself. Asami, an otohime who had chosen me some time ago during my visit to her home on the Tsugaru island where she ruled from her own palace, we shared a passionate night. From then on, we met several times and eventually, I was taken into her palace, where she proposed to me. After a few years of intimate encounters during my tours of duty, I accepted.

Now, here we are, my lovely Asami, dressed in her finest robes, laughed and blushed at me as I stood, wiping off my face of any icing and cake remnants, smashing her face in response. Although she was initially surprised, she could not help but break into laughter, much to the chagrin of our guests.

Penelope, an echinda, pouted across the table in the reception hall, crossing her arms at the scene playing out before her.

“Well, I was looking forward to this, but apparently the bride decided her new husband required the lion’s share!” Penelope huffed.

Simone, the griffon, was far less amused, in fact, she seemed angry.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me…” she growled, laying her face in her hands.

Her sous chefs looked on at Simone and watched as she threw her arms up in the air and wandered back into the kitchen; following after her, hoping to offer her some comfort, only to be followed up with a string of obscenities that even I couldn’t entirely make out. I did, however, catch something about: “This happens EVERY TIME I do an otohime wedding!” followed by more obscenities that would make even Gorten Rumpsey blush.

Asami’s servant, an ushi-oni named Tsuka just growled in her lady’s direction, clutching the broom handle in her claws, the not so subtle snap of the wood, audible to everyone.

“Tsuguru-sama, do you really expect me to clean all of this?!” the ushi-oni begrudgingly lowered her voice so as to remain respectful of Asami.

“Seriously my Lady! Look at the mess you’ve made!” cried Sky, our wedding planner, who, despite her tiny size as a Familiar has historically done amazing work as a wedding planner for others within this region.

Asami had ceased her laughter, seeing just how much she had upset everyone, before I placed my hand upon her cheek, offering a reassuring smile. Her golden eyes looked into my own, her cheeks lighting up with that same adorable blush I had fallen in love with.

Just as Tsuka had moved to speak, a small family of giant ants, led by a bowl-cut young woman, had wandered in, beginning to pick up the scattered pieces of the cake and the icing, leaving the ushi-oni in a state of shock, amazement, and utter disbelief. Once the carpet had been picked clean of the cake, the leader of the group waved as she led her family out the door.

“Congratulations!” she would say before Tsuku would chase after them waving the two halves of her broken broom.

Aside from the incident with the cake, the rest of our reception went smoothly, Simone, after collecting herself, prepared a small cake for us, as well as our guests, we danced, drank, until finally, Asami and I would leave for our honeymoon in Tsugaru’s countryside.

So long as I was with Asami, I knew everything would be alright.