Flintox<p>The rumbling of laughter shook the walls of his castle as he looked upon the landscape that was...'was' his queen.</p><p>Mirth reddened the fair lady's face as she sat upon her hosts palm, occasionally glancing at the ring adorning his finger housing her previous kingdom.</p><p><a href="https://macrofurs.social/tags/macro" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>macro</span></a> <a href="https://macrofurs.social/tags/furry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>furry</span></a> <a href="https://macrofurs.social/tags/giant" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>giant</span></a> <a href="https://macrofurs.social/tags/tiny" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>tiny</span></a> <a href="https://macrofurs.social/tags/gt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>gt</span></a> <a href="https://macrofurs.social/tags/sizekink" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>sizekink</span></a> <a href="https://macrofurs.social/tags/short" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>short</span></a> <a href="https://macrofurs.social/tags/story" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>story</span></a></p>