Desert Foxes {for Angel}
 

Wandering the halls of the palace dressed in only a pair of practically see through harem pants and a loose fitting top made of the same sheer material that covered only the top part of his torso Misha looked around through large amber eyes. A bushy tail swished behind him as he walked and his ears, poking from unruly sandy colored hair, flicked almost in time with his tail. The doe eyed fox boy was a cute little thing by most standards, with a slim and girlish body and a pert little bubble butt.

His steps were light as he padded his way down the hallway, thinking that he could perhaps sneak to the kitchens for something to eat without being noticed by anyone.

Or missed.

As Misha walked along, something didn't feel quite... Right. It was almost as if somebody was watching him...

But that had to be nonsense. Nobody had seen him wander off, and nobody had followed him!

...Or so he thought. For now, the door to the kitchens was right before him, tempting him to enter.

Thinking himself quite clever Misha padded quietly over to the door that lead into the kitchen, his large ears flicking back as if to catch the slightest noise from behind. He didn't hear anything and after a moment he pushed the door open slowly and made his way into the kitchen, his tail swishing behind him as he walked along on bare feet. His nose caught the scent of something tasty and that caused a smile to spread across his face.

"Success," he whispered, his tail actually wagging from side to side as he moved to swipe a pastry from a plate on a table.

Just before the hand could take the pastry, however, it was grabbed instead. The lightly tanned skin of the hand instantly was recognizable to the fox... Prince Tylian.

The fennec boy was a handsome suitor, by all aspects. Long, sandy hair, currently swept to the side. Piercing green eyes. Just strongly built enough to have some muscles here and there.

Currently, he was dressed in a rather simple outfit, and smirked as he eyed his little harem lover. He had no other suitors in his mind; Misha was his lover, and that was non-negotiable for his parents.

Misha could almost taste his victory as he reached his hand out for the pastry but then he was thwarted, a little yip leaving his lips as his hand was seized before he could grasp the treat. His brown eyes shifted as he turned his head, his ears falling back submissively when he caught sight of who it was that was holding him.

"Um... hi," he said softly, his tail swishing a few times as he locked gazes with the prince, trying to put on the cute look as he did so. Not that he really had to try, the little girlie looking foxboy, only eighteen years old, really was a cute thing.

The prince, while only twenty two, seemed to have the air of an adult. He looked the little femboy up and down a moment, before placing a finger under the boy's chin, grazing his lips across Misha's.

Tylian then looked into those deep brown eyes. "Mind explaining to me, little one, why you wandered off without permission, into the kitchen, straight to the dessert counter?" he purred to him.

Misha's ears flicked forward slightly as he was questioned and a soft blush rose to color his feminine features. "I didn't think anyone would notice," he said in his own defense though even as he said it he realized that it wasn't much of a defense to be sure. "I was going to come right back," he added as though that was likely to help his situation.

"So... You disobeyed me, and the kitchens' rules, because you thought nobody would notice, hmmm?" he asked, stroking under Misha's chin.

"Love, perhaps being a sneak wasn't in your best interest, hmm?" Tylian questioned him.

Misha pouted slightly in response to the words that Tylian offered to him, his tail tucking slightly between his legs. "It sounds bad when you say it like that," he felt the need to point out, even though it hadn't sounded good when he had said it either.

"Misha, love... What do naughty boys get in this palace?" he asked him musingly. Tylian took hold of his arm, and began walking back to his quarters.