The Festival Finale

The town was full of life that morning. Confetti papers flew all over the air as people gathered to watch the parade of floats commemorating the town’s history. Well, that, and to watch us, apparently.

Turns out covering a pair of naked breasts with a pair of butts isn’t exactly inconspicuous. In fact, it invited quite a number of comparisons between the printed photo and the real deal. Despite the burn on my cheeks and my quickening heart, we made our way through the back of the crowd.

For a couple of blocks anyway. The old, cheap newspaper was turning to mush in the early morning drizzle. Gosh, can’t I have a single sunny day in this forsaken country?

“Boss, at this rate we’ll be...”

“Naked before we reach the main event, I know.”

“Maybe we can find something else to wear? Like a cardboard box or something?”

“I wish we could find some actual clothes...” I said, looking around for anything to wear. A construction site caught my eye. It had some very enticing paint cans. “I think I might have the best next thing. Come on, Annie, we have to break one last rule.”

I grabbed the buckets and dragged Annie into the nearest alley. We spent quite a while coating each other’s bodies with cold and sticky paint. The brush tickled something fierce as it traveled along my flanks. I couldn’t help but laugh as it brushed my nether regions. Annie as well.

While I have been prancing around naked quite a lot in this town, I must say that engaging in this naughty art project made me feel especially silly. A grown adult shouldn’t be playing with paint like this.

Regardless, we emerged from the alley seemingly clothed, Annie and I “wearing” white shirts and blue jeans. It wasn’t chic, but it would have to do.

“All right, we wasted enough time. Let’s go.”

“Let’s hope this paint is not water-soluble...” Annie said, looking at her “shirt” and struggling to fight the urge to grab her own breasts. We ran... in controlled bursts. We didn’t want our breasts to start swinging and ruin the illusion, after all. Well, mine mostly. Annie could probably get away with sprinting a bit faster.

We marched forward, pushing and prodding our way into the crowd until we finally found her. Cordelia was in a float of her own, behind a giant dragon balloon thingy.

“There she is!” Annie said. “Are we sure that she is going to get attacked?”

“Yes, look!” The hit squad was right there. People in the procession all wore colorful hoods like they were members of the inquisition. They were walking all around Cordelia’s parade, looking at everyone and each other, no doubt waiting for the time to strike.

What was their plan? Ah, of course. I remember that stupid dragon from the paper. People here don’t just honey and feather their victims the old-fashioned way. Nope, they built their own **** machine to do it for them. The Tarasque.

They were going to push Cordelia inside its mouth and then mechanisms would turn, and she would exit the dragon naked, tied up, and honeyed and feathered... all ready to receive the town’s unending ridicule.

The monstrosity was at the forefront of a small section of the parade dedicated to the town’s history. The infamous ball rolled behind it, as did a couple of Glass Maidens. Some overweight bees flew around the floats and the hooded figures, surveillance drones perhaps?

“I don’t think we can take that many people at once, boss.”

I crossed my arms… Now that I knew what I was dealing with, the cult’s trap became obvious. The hanging wires from the roofs, the giant fans on the alleyways, the “bees”. “Maybe not in a straight fight.”

Annie lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah, I wasn’t talking about taking them to bed-“

“We’ll use their own tricks against them. I’ve got a plan.” I explained my plan to Annie, who seemed to follow along.

“Ok, but we have to hurry. The err, stitching in your shirt is beginning to ...unravel.” Annie pointed at a little brown “hole” in my shirt. Crap. Time was running out. Her shirt was likewise turning to ink. With a nod, we each took our position.

I rushed into an alleyway and raced up the emergency stairs, cursing as the metal grill hurt my bare feet. I reached the top and, just like I expected, I found the invisible cables rolled up, along with a control panel. The mechanism seemed similar to the one the magician used. When the time was right, I had to go fishing.

Annie, for her part, sneaked behind the procession and found what I’ve suspected was there. A laptop controlling the drones, which she would use to our advantage. All at once, the bees divebombed into the cultist’s cloaks, buzzing and threatening to sting them.

Even if they knew that they weren’t actually bugs, it is human instinct to be terrified of the swarming critters, so it came as no surprise that the cultists immediately tossed their cloaks away.

Surprisingly, they weren’t the middle-aged council people I was expecting, but quite the youngish gals… Wait. I recognized some of them. They were… that was the waitress from the coffee shop, the clerk who didn’t want to sell us clothes, the hotel’s receptionist, the reporter, the prison guard!

Well, half of them worked for Cordelia; no wonder they wanted to humiliate her.

“Look, she stole the drones! After her!” The cultists pointed at the increasingly naked Annie. Most of the paint on her limbs and stomach was gone; her outfit resembled underwear more than anything else. My clothes were disintegrating, too, for that matter. Another reason to finish this quickly.

“Eep!” Annie scrambled away from the cultists, running as planned to my trap. Time to get to work. I grabbed the controls and went fishing.

Annie did a remarkable job running circles around the cultists even as the paint dripped from her body. Her buttocks began to sway freely, free of their blue disguise, and her cleavage was starting to look quite creamy as well. She shot me a glare as she dodged them to make me hurry up.

I was done. The hooks were in place.

With the press of a button, the cables retracted, stripping every cultist down to nothing. I even went through the trouble of snatching their underwear, since my vengeance didn’t seem complete until they were fully exposed.

The girls all screamed like, well, girls. Everyone in the parade turned to stare at them while they cowered and tried to cover up in vain. They stood together on shaking knees, their pale butts rubbing into each other, their arms each trying to hold on to their exposed breasts. The hooks retreated back to the roof, taking their clothes forever out of their grasp.

Now it was time for the coup-de-grace.

I cursed as I ran down the emergency exit again and lunged for the giant fan tucked in the alleyway. I turned the power to max and aimed it at the group of huddling women. The sudden gust caught them off guard and, aided by the slippery floor thanks to the drizzle, pushed them straight into the Ball...

Which Annie had already dutifully opened. The cultists all fell right on top of each other into the cramped plastic ball, their naked bodies sliding upon themselves, faces getting buried deep into their colleagues’ cleavages, groins grinding against each other’s legs as they attempted in vain to reposition and cover up.

Annie locked the Ball, trapping them in a transparent prison not unlike what happened with us at the Glass Maiden. We got them. With a smile, I left the alleyway to join my victorious aide. I was so high on victory I barely even realized that only a thin line of paint kept my privates still, you know, private.

The tourists all pushed against each other to take a better look at the ball of naked women, many snapping pictures of what they assumed was part of the parade.

“What’s going on?” Cordelia finally asked, looking down from her float. “What have you barbarians done?!”

“Glad you asked,” I said, climbing onto the platform with Annie. There, I explained about the conspiracy we discovered. How the cult humiliated people who broke the rules to make everyone fall in line. Finally, I explained how they were going to toss Cordelia into the tarasque to make an example out of her as well.

The explanation kept everyone entranced... or so I believed at first. When I finished and was met with continued silence, I realized everyone had been staring at another matter entirely. The paint was now naught but a smear of ink. My brown nipples swayed with the breeze, as did Annie’s creamy areolas.

We both looked at each other, our faces getting flustered at the same time. We whimpered and crouched, both trying to cover up as best we could.

“Wow, you are mostly right on the money!” Cordelia finally said, flashing a crocodile smile.

“W-w-ait, you knew about the conspiracy?”

“And what do you mean mostly?”

“Well, someone is going into the Tarasque and it ain’t going to be me.” Cordelia reached forward and pushed us into the mouth of the dragon.

What happened next was a blur. I heard mechanical cogs turning all around us, felt a thousand little hands and cables turning me around and binding me in place. Annie’s warmth became overwhelming as she, once more, was pushed against me. A sleek and sticky substance was poured on me and then… There was light.

I groaned as the hard stone pressed against my back, my face falling right into Annie’s privates. My subordinate moaned as my lips accidentally caressed her womanhood. I tried to pull back as much as I could, which wasn’t much.

The dragon spat us back onto the street. We were tied against each other, lip to lip... only, it was the wrong set of lips that were locked together. We looked like something that kids today would say resembled the number 69. We were also both covered in honey and with the occasional feather clinging to our rumps like we were defrocked peacocks.

“Hah, I didn’t know what the Tarasque would do if we fed it two women at once, but this is hilarious!” Cordelia said.

“Why?! We were trying to help you!” Annie yelled, and I bit my lip to stop myself from squealing at what her tongue was caressing.

“I wasn’t in any danger, idiots. I’m the leader of the conspiracy! I call the shots in this town! Honestly, I should thank you both. Everyone else is too scared of a little embarrassment to break our rules. It’s been ages since I’ve been able to punish transgressors so heavily. Not only that, but you gave me the opportunity to test out the toys we confiscated from the magician. Thanks for that!”

“What?” I said, trying to ignore Annie’s moans. “But… you were trying to run us off! How did you know we were going to come?”

“I didn’t know, but I’m glad you didn’t run off. It is so fun to watch you squirm. As for your second question.” Cordelia shrugged. “I wasn’t planning to toss you into the Tarasque, but since you showed up, well…”

“Then who was your original victim?”

“We were going to toss the magician, since she broke the rules first and all.”

“But so did you! You sold us Halloween costumes out of season! Served me food while barefoot! You are also a rulebreaker.”

Cordelia smiled, leaning down and flicking my nose. “And who’s going to do anything about it, huh? I’m the enforcer here. I can break any rules I want!”

“Hear that, folks? It sounds like we have a hypocrite among us!” A familiar voice rang out from the crowd. Lavania! She was standing behind Cordelia, wearing a stolen robe. That rascal really was planning a prison break! Not only that, she was holding a mic underneath Cordelia’s lips, which transmitted her message to the speakers around the parade.

“Ah, you escaped,” I said.

“Of course. Did you hear what they were planning to do to me? What am I saying? You are living it! I had to get out and play one last trick on my mischievous captor here.”

“Tsk, spoilsport.” Cordelia pouted.

“Gg-reat, help us then!” Annie yelled.

“Sorry, gals, but you are the reason I’m in this mess in the first place, so I’m letting you take charge from here. Remember that you have yet to see my final trick! Adieu!” Before Cordelia could even raise a finger at her, Lavania detonated a smoke bomb in her face and vanished.

“Oh well, who cares about her when I have you two to be my toys?” Cordelia returned her focus to us.

“Come on, everyone, you can’t let this cult humiliate you into subservience!” Annie yelled to rile up the crowd. A good plan as any, I suppose.

“You can end their reign of terror right here! Whatever **** she has on you isn’t worth anything if you all fight back!”

I took a look at the crowd from what little I could see above Annie’s cresting ass. Some seemed half-convinced. Most of the town was watching Cordelia with hatred, but none dared to step out of line.

If only we could show that the Queen Bee could bleed, maybe they would turn on her at last... but how?

It was then that I realized where I was, right next to where the magician’s stage had been, where the wet cement had hardened. Cordelia was even wearing the same clothes as then. Next to my feet, there was a half-buried remote sticking from the cement, its red button poking out as if to call my attention.

Huh… the final trick. Hopefully this will do it…

I stretched my toe and pressed it.

Somehow, Cordelia’s clothes straight up exploded off her body then and there, ripping into many tiny little chunks. Her shoulders were covered in freckles, and the nipples on her orange-sized breasts were pink and perky. A red garden rested between her legs, growing around her lower lips. She was, without a doubt, completely naked.

Cordelia squealed louder than a cat in heat, dropping down on her knees and yelling at everyone to look away.

Seems like she couldn’t handle the heat as well as she dished it out.

Silence took over the parade. The empress had no clothes, and yet none dared mock her... At least, until a brave soul took a photo, opening the floodgates for the rest of the town to document her shame. “Stop that! Everyone, break your phones, or I’ll… I’ll…”

“What, you’ll release the photos you have on us? Then we’ll release these photos instead!”

“Yeah, in fact, let’s just do it regardless!

“No, let’s get more incriminating photos first! Let’s put her through the Tarasque!”

“And then let’s parade her through town!”

“Let’s see her spend the night on the Glass Maiden!”

“W-w-wait, guys, you can’t do this to me! Noooooooo!”

The town descended upon their petty tyrant, feeding her into her favorite beast. Cordelia squealed and thrashed inside the Tarasque, before she too was spat out butt naked, covered in honey and feathers, tied like a fish on a net. Her scowling face was the color of her hair. Firm tits jiggling in the air as she flopped on the asphalt.

The townspeople didn’t waste any time; they grabbed her by the shoulders and hoisted her up. They had prepared a carriage fitting the old-timey punishments this place was so proud of. A rail.

Cordelia squealed as her groin was sat on the wood. Her rope was adjusted and tied to the beam to prevent her from falling down. She was hoisted on the shoulders of her former subjects, raised so that the whole town could see her shame and mock her. A few tomatoes flew past her shoulders, barely missing her, as people shouted insults her way.

And so the Queen left to squirm in her procession of shame. Her authority was shattered, much like the reputation of the cult. There was only one outstanding problem...

“That’s great, guys! But, can we get a bit of help here?” Annie said. As usual, no one listened. She moaned into my groin, sending the wrong kind of shivers. We were up for another awkward day…