Oz's Toy box
Where can he rest his eyes...
The Coweredly Lion was uncomfortable in the room to wich he'd been taken...
Though richly appointed, he couldn't help but notice the content of the paintings all naked wood nymphs and well endowed satyrs. He tried to avert his eyes to other areas but found no luck, the floor ruggs patterns suggested Naked females of various species in lewd poses everywhere he looked there was something to be disscovered New depravities that made his furry cheeks burn in embarrasement.
Hopeing to block out the sights that were so asaulting him he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Something in the air made his nose tingle in responce it was like a smell he could barely recall... from those days before his cowerdice had been made known to all when he'd been desired by females for the suppsed prowess endowed to his species.
He sniffled a bit then for remembering that time made him sad because that was when all his future had seemed bright.
Drawing his knees up to his chest he burried his head on his arms and wrapped his tail about himself. The confidence he'd been regaining in his travels with Little Dorthy dissipating in this solitude....
*on the other side of the mirror*
High up on the wall above the bed, there was a rather ornate mirror that only seemed to double the lewdness of the scenery.....And Lurking behind the glass Observing the cowing of the Beast was Oz and Great and Terrible were His needs indeed.
With a smirk he hit a button set into the wall by him... not often did he get the chance to play with such interesting toys...
((yeah this is the start of the chapter so I'll be putting up more of it later this day, also I may put up a chapter on Glenda's stay there but it won't be for a bit yet))