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All That Glitters Is... (Part Two)

As hours sluggishly turned into days and tallied up into weeks, it never quite added up to anything for Piko. The curse of Dyunitu was in full force throughout her every waking moment, and all her attempts to resist it had failed. Though she went through nearly hundreds of articles of clothing, it had no effect at all, forcing her to endure through the constant shame of public nudity day after shameful day. Whether it was a peaceful merchant, a farmer, the knights, any casual passerby, or even members of the militia, they were all in unanimous agreement to single her out and tear her skimpy clothes to shreds. Worse still, if she ever tried to leave the village, the mist would thicken and condense around her acting as a wall of gaseous substances until she finally backed away.

It seemed that there was no way out. Walking down the street covering her naked body with nothing but her arms had become a passing habit - much to the amusement of countless strangers around her - leaving her relentlessly gawked at, as they touched and (occasionally) fingered her however they pleased. The four-foot tall, naked kobold was like the new town jester, as it all began to make her think she must have deserved it.

There wasn't a tune in all the land Pseftis could play that could absolve poor Piko, either. His magic was far too weak to match with such a powerful curse. He spent days of exasperated sighs and useless breaks of sweat endlessly strumming worthless cords into the sky at the ubiquitous mist, but eventually, it broke him, and he went to research instead. Enough villagers and local kobolds had talked to him to find the true translation of the scroll. Even weeks after, the revelation shocked him to his core:

"As I decree, their minds shall pervert, in thy village, in thy radius, to never again allow clothing upon the hyde of the kobold that reads my tainted words! Suffer unto me!"

It was shameful enough to think about. Sleepless nights went by as he repeated the same phrase in his head: "All you had to do was not read it." The constant idea that there was nothing he could do destroyed his psyche, but in doing so, he at least found that he was immune because he had been in the cave and not the village at the time the mist released. Within just a couple of weeks, he had been reduced to moral support.

But though the change was tough on Piko, it didn't stop her from pilfering markets. She'd just have to do it naked. Despite having to try harder to avoid being seen, (as in her current state, it was impossible to ignore her) she found that it was almost easier that the traditional method, in a way. For example, she wouldn't have to constantly fix her loincloth while she sneaked around in low areas. Worrying about her bracer slipping during tense moments was a thing of the past, as were any clothing mishaps. And by the gods, she certainly wouldn't have to worry about any unwelcome arrows puncturing her garments to a giant wall in an emergency situation. It would be something she'd have to get used to, but the association of nudity with robbery steadily became a habit.

Though she was a flustered mess in those early days, her mindset was clearly adapting. With every time her clothes were destroyed, she became a little less embarrassed, and a little more determined. Once their savagery had left a kobold freshly stripped, she simply continued her walk, despite all remarks, looking for an unsuspecting rich man to rob. Ignoring her exposure wasn't so hard when she needed a few coins. Repetition made it easier, as her naked acts gradually felt more natural after a month of leaving the cave with spare clothes and returning with just her skin and a bag of stolen goods. The village was still a riot in her presence, but it was her decision long ago to not fuel the fires of these lowlifes. If there was one thing Piko was a natural at doing, it was putting down those who assumed to be higher than her.

By month two, it was like her stripping was like that of a warden unlocking her cell to introduce her nakedness to the open world. She learned loved the feeling of the sun on her whole body more than anything she could imagine. Simply being outside had become empowering, despite the constant shaming. Nothing had held a candle to this much freedom, to be naked and free in a land where you're not supposed to be. This had become much less of a curse, and more of a special experience. Something that nobody could ruin - and nobody wanted to.

As for the public, her reactions to them turned into scoffs of sarcasm, and hardly much else. It wasn't hard given how nonchalant (and therefore vulnerable) these morons were after they were done. Sometimes, she'd walk into crowded areas wearing impossibly tight, metal clothing like chainmails and leather tunics, just to see the looks on their faces as they furiously struggled to remove it from her body in groups. They'd always succeed, but it was always to Piko's enjoyment.

By the time the transformation was complete, Pseftis hardly recognized the bold kobold. Something about the way that smile curved so confidently as she indecently strolled about, in comparison to how she was months ago. He wasn't sure how somebody would get this far, let alone the progress of week one.

Imagine his shock, then, when the ides of month three came about.

"These guys never let up, do they, Pseftis?" Piko growled as she walked stark naked through the busy marketplace, slapping the arm of a greedy villager away from her ass, glaring at him briefly before turning to Pseftis. "Don't they know a girl's got some privacy?"

"That's why I used to get you loincloths," he pointed out.

"C'mon, Psef, those were gone faster than my virginity," she bragged, folding her arms as she tilted her head. "Besides, my vagina needs sunlight."

He couldn't argue with that. Not because he heard what she said, though. His eyes were instead running up and down her body in awe, assuming it was probably something about climbing up to the roof to steal something down the chimney, so he decided he body in broad daylight was a better topic.

How have I not appreciated this earlier? he thought. Perhaps it was the confidence that brought her out, or it was just the right shade of teal at the time. Still walking, he couldn't help but be a bit fascinated seeing her strutting her bare parts out in a public area. Nobody else could've done this, and he was sure of it.

"...and so then, I pushed my fat ass inside of the chimney," Piko babbled, "and, wouldn't you know it, I got stuck, so _then_I had to-"

CRASH!

Pseftis smashed headfirst into a tree, dislodging the flier as he collapsed to the ground and shouted, eyes shut upon impact. He was rubbing his snout as he lay there, cursing to himself while the papyrus that was nailed to the tree gently floated over his face.

"You been looking at my body again?" the amused kobold groaned, grabbing onto his arm to pull him up.

"Uhhh...no, no," he lied, "There was just a, uh...a shiny beetle on your thigh."

"Wait, shiny? How shiny?"

"Doesn't matter. It flew away."

"Where?!"

"I told you, it flew away."

"Dammit!" She spoke it louder than Pseftis was ready for as she began to dart her head rapidly, holding the same goofy smile. "I'mma find it."

"Piko, stop it," he pleaded lethargically.

"You said it was shiny! It must be a golden beetle!" She suddenly looked downward. "Do you think it's inside there?"

"NO!" Pseftis yelled annoyedly, but she already had two fingers curling around inside her. He hung his head, trying to ignore the numerous villagers catching view of her strange act.

After a moment of "searching" and her friend groaning to himself, she shrugged it off and looked around the real world, instead. Her eyes scanned across the parchment on the ground for only a second, but it was all she needed to break her concentration. She bent over and grabbed it with both hands, then immediately presented it up to her friend.

"Read this for me, please?" She sounded strangely polite in that one phrase. He leaned over to take a gander at its text.

"'Hilda's Dildos,'" Pseftis read aloud, "home to hundreds of sex toys imported from across the land. God, the disgusting things people buy these days..."

"Rad!" She exclaimed, look up at him excitedly. "Do you think they've got a replica of Snakespeare's cock?!"

"What?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You ever hear what they say about guys with big wigs?" Her eyebrows flicked up and down twice.

Pseftis blinked, then exhaled while shaking his head in disappointment, scowling back at the small paper.

"Actually..." He mused, suddenly looking more intrigued as he read it to himself. "Maybe you should go."

Piko's head tilted, crossing her arms. "Why's that?"

"They've got a contest coming up. They call it the Key-In-Lock challenge."

"That's a stupid name.

"Winner gets the..." Pseftis shook his head violently and bug-eyed the text again. "Egad! Do my eyes deceive me?"

"...A golden beetle?"

"No!" Pseftis shouted as he shot a look at Piko. "It's the legendary elixir of radiance! Rarest potion in the world! If you drink it to the last drop, it shall grant you one wish of anything you desire."

"Anything?" she repeated.

"Yes, anything!"

"Whoa!" Piko gasped. "I wonder what I'd wish for...?"

Pseftis stared.

"...As in, you can reverse what was done to you."

She shook her head. "What?"

"You can undo the curse."

"Huh?"

He slapped his face, trying to regain some composure. Sighing deeply, he kneeled slightly down to the kobold's.

"When you put on clothes...."

"Yeah?"

"...people won't tear them off."

At first, nothing. Then her face slowly began to brighten up before him, eyebrows raising almost to touch her horns and mouth opening like a loose curtain in the wind.

"Oh, that sounds fuckin' sweet, dawg!" Piko yelled. "So, I won't have to be naked all the time anymore?"

"Presumably, nobody will touch you, either..." Pseftis scratched under his chin. "I sure hope they aren't lying."

"Well, come on, let's go find them!" she beamed, dragging her friend by the arm in the opposite direction of its location.

They hadn't thought much about the competition until it was in their field of view, downhill in a valley just a couple of blocks ahead of them. There was less commotion here and more empty space, but that was mostly because of how much the one shop had stolen.

It was only at this moment when Piko brought up the question.

"Hey, Psef?" she asked, still beaming. "What's the contest about, anyway?"

"Oh, uh..." his voice trailed off and he looked at the ground, realizing it was much harder to make the sentence come out. "Come to think of it, it didn't say. Maybe we'll just ask when we get there."

"You know how impatient I get," Piko complained.

"You can wait a few more minutes," he assured her, breaking eye contact.

And within that, they had reached their destination - a rectangular prism house of brown walls with a makeshift banner of red silk above the opening doors. Lizards, bulls and buff wolves were scattered all throughout the store, juxtaposed by the walls to the smokers and sketchier ones outside. It seemed that despite the name, everybody had a different reason for being there.

"The perverts...." Pseftis grumbled, sullen and sulking his shoulders as they approached the store.

"I think I know a few of them," Piko scratched her chin. "Or...all of them."

They entered the store without saying much else, though they seemed to instantly attract the wrong kind of attention, anyway. Unsurprisingly, that's what happens when you walk naked into a sex shop, which was far bigger on the inside than either of them had expected. Though it was only lit by the outside sunlight, they could see rows upon rows of standard dildos, ball gags, strap-ons and metal horse masks invading every shelf, all with unique structures ranging from normal to genuine insanity. It was impossible to make anything of all this information. The visual barrage of dick shapes browsed by the most casual of faces was enough to make Pseftis shudder in his boots for the safety of Piko, who was already taking large steps towards the checkout counter like a young kid at a candy store, repeatedly flashing her vulva with each time he legs fully spread.

"We got your flyer!" Piko exclaimed to the long, grey-haired woman behind the counter, rudely slamming her forearms and balled fists on the table, making her jump in her green apron draped over her light blue dress. The small straps that looped just below her shoulders had nearly become undone. She whirled around, revealing her white, scaly, unfurled guise that seemed to clash with her hairstyle.

"Goodness!" Her voice was frail and high. "You seem to be excited to be here."

Pseftis walked up behind her, maintaining a sardonic eye contact with the clerk. He tapped his hand on the kobold's shoulder as he began to speak for her.

"Ahem, madam, pardon us," he bowed slightly. "My friend and I - this little nudist right here - were interested in the contest you had posted on the tree outside Normingham. This was on the Key-and-Lock challenge, is it not?"

The elderly woman stared forward like she was looking out the window.

"Ah, yes...," she confirmed after a moment. "The Key-and-Lock challenge for the elixir of radiance. It's been so many years since anybody has said that name..."

Pseftis frowned. "I didn't realize it was done already."

She shook her head. "It's still going. Never been beaten, never will."

"You're kidding."

"I put that up when I was in my young adult phase. It's been seventy years." Her face was unmoving. "Guess there are no takers."

He laughed to himself, getting it out from the old woman, as well. "No big deal! So, then, what are the rules?"

"Just one," She nodded. "Only one."

Piko leaned further into the counter, in anticipation. The old clerk brushed a piece of dust off her apron as she spoke:

"You have to try out every dildo in the shop once, one minute each. All in public. No passing out."

Pseftis's face dropped into a mark of total dread like an anvil out the window. He looked around the rainbow of a store and felt his stomach drop another twenty feet while his arms were like noodles hanging by his sides. He traced an eye over to Piko, whose expression, needless to say, did not match his.

"That sounds hard as fuck!" Piko hollered, beaming even harder as she looked between the baffled bard and the shopkeeper. "How many are there?"

"Ah, let's see...," She peered at something under the desk. "Four hundred and twenty."

"What a peculiar number," he grumbled, half eyed with his arms crossed tightly against his chest.

"I'll do it!" Piko announced triumphantly, slamming her fists down on the table and causing a tumult throughout the entire building. "When do we start?"

The woman straightened her body as she glared down at the small kobold, smirking ominously, speaking in a dark, low voice.

"So be it."

In the midst of this moment, a bolt of lightning blazed outside the window, lighting up the entire room in a devious glow and left just after it had arrived. Everybody in the store had been frozen in place, aghast at the image they would never see again in their lifetime.

"Um," Pseftis raised a finger. "That...doesn't answer her question."

Her eyebrows lifted with her face. "Oh! Down at town hall when the sundial points east."

She turned her back to the counter and strolled her way to the curtained entrance to the back rooms.

"Wait...wait, how did you get lightning to strike?" Pseftis lashed his arm out the window, pointing. "Hello? Can you please tell me how you did that?!"

Her hand passed through the large cloth in the doorway and disappeared beyond the threshold.

"Please?!"

Silence.

He crossed his arms and pouted with his downcast expression.

"This is such a stupid fucking story...."

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"Don't tug on the chains, bitch!"

The muscular bull in long, grim reaper-like robes commanded in a raspy voice, gripping both white knuckled hands on the metal leash around Piko's neck. There wasn't a response; there couldn't have been, as Piko was currently chewing on a ball gag as she followed his steps across town, completely naked as usual. She desperately wanted to scratch an itch on her thigh, but couldn't, as her arms were tied tightly together by strong rope behind her in a U. There were no villagers anywhere in sight, despite this particular road normally being the busiest in town. It looked and felt like a ghost town as her footsteps and the clinking of the chain links reverberated off the clay walls. She looked up at the sky, noticing that the daunting, glistening mist was still there...just not the people. There was no need to question it; she knew damn well where they all had gone.

Down a couple more blocks, the clamoring of unseen strangers began to grow louder and louder, continuing the farther she was pulled. It made her heart tremble like the frail object it would be in the face of her challenge. Wanting to ask how many people had come, she tried to speak, but the ball gag prevented her, and he wasn't going to turn around any time soon.

And when they turned the final corner, she was left stare down an open corridor towards the now relentlessly crowded town hall, occupied by the absurd demographic of voyeurs positioned forward and broken into two main sections, seemingly endless in their population. She instinctively felt the need to freeze in place, but her chains tugged again. There was no other word to describe its sheer mass other than tantamount to an invasion.

The glimmering of baseless blue particles was a subtle, transparent sandstorm in the eager, seated riot of thousands, all impatiently gathered before the executioner's block - but instead of a guillotine in its place, there was a crudely made wooden circle that stood upright in the middle of the elevated, equally crude, wooden platform. Above her was the prize - a blue vial of sparkling liquid, dangling by a rope from a pole far too high above her to reach. Their excited chatter obfuscated all other commotion of the hot day, as if all noise throughout all the town was transferred to this exact place. The show was near, and they could taste it in the air around them. They couldn't have been more right.

No walls were in sight besides those on the surrounding buildings, as it was an open stadium, and it truly made her feel as exposed as she could get. Down her final corridor, she faced the single, designated path of red, silk carpet that cut in between two large sections of audience, ending with the stage at the end. The closer she got, the more the crowd fell silent, as all eyes went onto her. Piko felt the weight of every single one of them just by looking around. The sight of all this attention got her to blush in silence, despite how comfortable she had been in the nude for so long. It simply wouldn't matter here.

She learned the hard way how flimsy the makeshift iron stanchions were, as one by one, the closest seats began to feel her voluptuous figure. They just couldn't help it. Her glutes were too massive and open to resist groping...and she knew it. Guiltily aroused from the anonymous, random touches, strokes and slaps of greedy palms and ticklish fingertips, her vagina was already beginning to blush. Her butt and thighs wobbled and rippled like a tub of dough as the masses of hands caressed it, all with varying degrees of force. She couldn't help but gasp and jolt in guilty delight as they continued to silently grope her, with an uncountable number of people watching, enjoying it just as much as her. Her glowing pussy continued to disappear behind her fleshy goodness with each step, teasing those around her for more stimulation. She was only halfway down the aisle, and she felt like the whole audience was grabbing her ass and occasionally brushing stray fingers past her wet slit through the gaps of her walking, gleefully humiliating her. Though overwhelmed, she felt a little flattered of their eagerness.

Ironically, nothing could touch her. It was just preparation for the final event.

It felt like an hour before she was finally led up to the top, spanked and thoroughly checked from her aroused audience. They slowly eased into an applause as she ascended the stairs, mooning the front row in the process. She was given no introduction, as everybody already knew why she was there. The towering bull led her over to the circle with one large hand on her back, introducing her to her new seat. She already felt dizzy with embarrassment, but that was only made worse when she was turned around to face the audience. Hot flashes were coursing through her body at the sight of the entire audience seeing her like this, having second thoughts about her whole ego, just like the first day of her curse. But it was too late for that, now. The bull forcibly spread her legs apart, tying them both to the opposite sides of the wheel, just enough to elevate her, and just far enough apart to open her walls for all to see. Her arms burned against the pressure of the ropes, breathing deeply as she decided to look towards the sky.

Her humiliation had long caught up with her, but she kept the facial ego of a cocky warlord upon the graves of his enemies. From audience to performer, it was nothing but a show to the both them. The bull ordered her to stay still as he removed her ropes from her arms, specifically to re-tie them to the circle - one after the next. He fastened the ropes tight around her wrists as they were splayed apart, but not nearly as tight as the ones around her legs. Her huge ass put much pressure between her and the board, but the bull didn't seem to care. As he walked away, she was truly exposed, vagina open and tied in a star before them like a sacrificial goat. But with absolutely no means of going back on her deal, she wasn't about to stifle her guise.

With nothing better to do, Piko traced her eyes around the ridiculously large crowd, all staring at her with about the same horny looks, eager to see what happens to her. Villagers of all kinds knew her - strangers and friends alike. She looked off to her left to see Pseftis, who waved at her pathetically in the front row as he sat shaking in between two strong looking armored crocodiles.

Piko curiously tilted her head, noticing something small and wooden cradled between his thighs. It looked like it had...strings? Knobs? She squinted upon it until it finally hit her. His lute! Why would he have that here? She tried not to make it obvious that she was staring at something suspicious, but her eyebrow had raised a couple inches from her curiosity. He was staring back nervously, but she couldn't tell if it was because of seeing her like this, or he actually had something planned. Either way, she turned her head away to alleviate the struggle.

And she happened to turn it in the exact trajectory of her unmerciful fate. Five robed lizard men were pulled a rack of multicolored sex toys rolled towards her direction, setting it right next to her bound body as the rest of them slowly followed behind. Yet despite the diversity in size, shape and gimmicks placed upon them, it merely enacted a wider smirk from Piko.

Damn, those are some big ass dildos, she thought. Is that one...a tentacle? Who colors those pink and red? And are those...bumps? Why would you do that to a dildo? No, it can't be...wait, what's that? I've never...

"Let the contest begin!" a woman at the front announced, prompting a cheer.

Her inner monologue had gone on for so long that she completely zoned out of the grand introduction. That's fine, because she already knew the gist of it: four hundred and twenty dildos, no breaks, no passing out. There was no way to prepare for this, but at least she knew where to start. The crowds were getting riled up from the suspense, and so the lizard men began to pluck the first sex toys from the racks.

She trembled as she gazed down the wide array of pussy pounders. Her ball gag was drenched in saliva as she attempted to communicate with them, but all that came out was inaudible mumbles. The first one of them strolled over to her bound, stretched body with a large, purple dildo wobbling comically in a single hand. It looked like twice the length of her goblin daggers. His eyes were covered under his hood as his tail swept across the floor. With no hesitation and full consent given the situation, he positioned the large object underneath her taut genitalia and thrust it inside. Sending a wave pulsating through her loins and throughout her body, Piko immediately cried out as it slid through her slick walls, feeling its bulbous head brush past her raging sensitivity. It was like thunder coursing through her veins as he kept it there, backing up with his hands off the object, knowing damn well that it was tight enough to stay.

But that wasn't all. An almost identical looking lizard man approached her with another sex toy; this time, it was light blue, with pyramidic spikes protruding from the sides of its superior girth from top to bottom. Piko was too busy taking the first toy to notice him, but it hit her all at once as he parted her cheeks to prepare them. Without a moment to spare, it was quickly shoved it inside, and the crowd applauded once again. It didn't affect her as much, as she was well experienced in anal already, but she couldn't lie and say it wasn't a worthwhile experience. The points of it caressed her rectum like an aggressive massage, while its girth was simply splitting her apart inside. She tensed because it hurt, but that only made it exceed past what it was capable of. To say that her ass was being demolished would be a massive understatement as she reveled in the immense pleasure of being penetrated in public, wriggling her hips in the confines of her rope, providing a true show to see.

With both of her holes plugged in front of a crowd of thousands, she had already begun wailing like an upset ghost, throwing her head up and enjoying the pleasure of being dominated so hard. The purple dildo was soaking wet with her juices before all their eyes, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. It was the halfway point, and her underpart was already beet red. The two lizard men from earlier sat close together in the corner of the stage. They looked at each other in silence with deadpan expressions before nodding together. They walked over to her again while she squirmed, held the sex toys firmly, and thrust them in even deeper. Her pupils dilated as the sudden change in size made her thrash her hips rambunctiously with the little room that she had, pumping her stomach up, throwing her head from side to side, squeaking loudly in delight. The purple one, specifically, was now tickling her navel from the inside, driving her crazy. It was agonizing pleasure. Any time they began to fall out, there would be a man to push it back inside, and each time, it would only help her enjoy it.

Oh god...oh god.... Piko thought, gritting her teeth harder on the plastic ball in her mouth. What do they even make these things with?

She lashed about in place until a single sound interrupted her:

DING!

A bell coming from the left side of the stage rang in her ear, prompting both dildos to be removed from her holes at once. She whimpered slightly at the lack of volume in her nether region as they both came out dripping in her fluids. Her head was hung, hissing oxygen through the open gaps of her mouth, fighting to extinguish the fire in her mind. Her limbs were putty in the heat of the moment.

Holy shit.... Piko thought. This is going to be way tougher than I thought.

She tensed up a lot more after that, lifting her head up to look at the racks. Two more dildos - a smaller, red dick and a strange, teal, pipe with some crazy corkscrew designs had already been removed by two other robed men, bringing them to her. As they were shoved inside her, her mind instantly blanked again, and she let out a groan that reverberated throughout the audience. Her G-spot had already been stimulated enough, but that red dick was grinding in just the right place. Better yet, it was magical - vibrating in red energy bordering its exterior. It was impossible to not enjoy. She arched her back as she continued to moan incessantly. It wasn't long after her mind exploded as a fierce orgasm cascaded down the toy, streaking down the rubber shaft and dripping onto the floor like a leaky faucet.

She sighed as she tried to soften back up, instantly craving more of this kind of joy. She breathed in and out hard, hilariously loud, needing more of this attention. She had come to love the thousands of eyes surveilling her naked body. She loved the opportunity to cum in front of them. Every second of time was a delicious tirade of lust, as she moaned louder for the crowd, begging for more of it all.

DING!

And that was exactly what she would get.

They were removed, now with even more of her liquid than before.

Four hundred and sixteen to go, she thought, finally smiling.

There were no breaks. There was no intermission. Just nonstop dildo fucking in front of her entire village. The next few hours were a nonstop sexual endorsement in an anxiety ridden crowd, constantly watching the single kobold take prosthetic dick after dick in both holes. Though she had lost count long ago, Piko had cum fifty-eight times in front of her eager audience, leaving her body into a brittle, shivering, apple red and brown mess of sexual deviance. The air was alive with the smell of feminine aura. A pile of colored, glistening plastic penises collected in the corner of the stage - two hundred and thirty-six, to be exact - towering so high that it was hard to believe she wasn't done. She realized midway through the game why she was the only one who had gotten this far; if it had been anybody else in her place, her bodily reactions would have been too painful to bear. But kobold anatomy was a little more flexible than that.

The results of which clearly showed. Her fluids had left the floor below her cloaked in a translucent glow, as if it had rained the night before. The lizard men's shoes were making tiny splashes in it whenever they had to pump her again. Her body was becoming exhausted and stretched as another two dildos were inserted into her gaping holes, completely insatiable.

It was amazing enough that anybody had even stayed around this long, but that was just how delicious the sighting of her naked body, gasping and panting as she was repeatedly ravaged in her genitals, one by one invading her privacy in the most delectable way. And they knew that she loved it, too. Sweat beaded down her entire body and dripped down onto the floor, mixing with her feminine juices below as she wordlessly begged for more.

And she was far from finished, too. Both mentally and physically. She heard the bell ring again, causing a frustrated groan to emerge from her depths while they removed that which had been buried in it. But it only took a couple seconds until they had inserted the next two sex toys, and she was back to her screaming, horny self. Truly, that was the day in a nutshell. Her undying, uncontrolled lust was their entertainment.

All except for Pseftis. His facial contortions of disgust, stress, and discontent had slowly jaded into a deadpan state of mind. Feeling blank as the state of his face, he scratched a claw gently on the side of his neck, following the tip down the ridges of his scales like a crossword puzzle. Piko...the sight of her only made him feel shame himself.

He looked down as his legs for a new change of visual scenery. He remembered the lute he had still stuck between his thighs. Somehow, the guards to his left and right hadn't noticed a thing - but when he turned to find out why that was, he unsurprisingly found them both masturbating to the show.

As much as he wanted to feel disgust, there was none of that left in him. He carefully reached both of his hands down to the instrument, placing his left hand on the fretboard and the other at the head. Sweat nearly fired in a projectile off his body, knowing damn well that he wasn't allowed to use magic in the premises. He scowled and grit his teeth. No such thoughts would hold him back.

He gazed up at the vial suspended high above Piko.

_Yes,_he thought.

He quietly plucked the notes from his lute, maintaining his eye contact. He squinted in physical restrain, hoping that none of the strings would pluck too loud. The cadence was just enough for a weak, orange current to float up like steam to the vial, practically transparent to those in the audience. Once the ominous gas reached the bottom of the glass bottle, it engulfed it securely. Pseftis peered closely into the stream he had created until he was sure that he saw it.

There it was: the stream of the same color as the liquid dissipating through the glass and back towards the guitar. It was working...but at a cost. Shaking his head subtly, he could clearly see the color in his magic contrast badly with the blue skies, instantly causing him to wonder if anybody was looking. He wanted to check, but it would be foolish to blow his cover. The strategy had become a gamble to see how many members were paying close attention to the skies. And this show was one sight that was clearly impossible to ignore.

His heart pumped exhilaratingly, knowing there was no way out of what he was doing. With all the reason to believe someone would notice given how much time this would take, he held his peak concentration, forcing a cocky smirk for some confidence.

That was all he was going to need.

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Piko writhed as she came over and over again onstage in the next hour, breathing heavier as night fell and the torches were lit. It was almost a piteous sighting at this point. Her body was a mess of sweat and exhaustion. Excessive pleasure and prolonged bondage had left her limbs numb, and her face seemed permanently contorted and flushed. Her flexible sex had stretched far enough to easily accommodate for her large, three hundred and ninety-sixth challenger, as well as her pucker, which of course, didn't live up to the name anymore. If it weren't for the superior sexual structure of a kobold to that of a human's, her loins would be basically dead. But as they were all aware, she could sure as hell take a beating.

She breathed fast, then slow, in continuous pleasure as the show never stopped. The lizard men hadn't just stopped at inserting objects into her, either. Time moved far too slowly for their fragile patience. They had become bored and began to thrust it in and out of her rapidly, making her moan uncontrollably for the crowd. Other times, they rubbed one of their large fingers on her clitoris for a bit, just to see how loud she'd scream through the gag, which was now riddled with bite marks. They did this seemingly at random, but whenever it happened, it inevitably blew up her senses and forced her into another orgasm, even if she had just had one moments ago. Nothing had instructed them to do so, but nobody was stopping them, either, so they exploited her like the slut that she was.

Eighty-seven orgasms into the show, the crowd was still alive and well. Everything was a grand finale. It was going to take weeks for these fleshy parts to return to normal, but thankfully, kobolds could recover like that.

Glazed and crossed were her eyes at this point, but it was only half out of exhaustion. The other half was an undying pleasure sensation that kept her engaged. She tensed again at the black, spiky cylinder lodged inside her vagina, stretching her opening. Face contorting at the way the edges touched her velvet red vulva, she came again - that makes eighty-eight times - feeling her fleshy cove deluge with her warm fluids. The sudden, familiar crescendo throughout her body had brought a tear to her eye, among others from all the tension. Still, deep inside her, there was a dash of impatience. So many objects had been shoved inside her that it seemed as if it was a part of life, but it eventually had to come to an end.

Pseftis nodded accordingly as the last of the steam returned to his instrument, which was now glowing in blue energy. The vial was completely empty - and incredibly, there were no questions thrown at him to answer. He plucked a power cord on his lute, causing it to glow in the same shade of blue, then pressed his palms against the head of the instrument. The wavy, blue outlines that flashed through the guitar had now shot into his hands, all at once, lighting up his veins and racing through the forearms, shoulders and into his chest, sending chills rapidly through his body. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, raising his head, feeling the non-existent winds run through him like a hurricane.

The elixir circulated through his bloodstream, rushing like water coursing through his nerves to the very brainwaves of his system. It sent an unspeakable chill down his spine, making him hiss out loud. The world around him became bluer, and his irises glowed of the same color. His eyes were shut as he focused hard. He was to make one wish, and it would all go away:

"Lift the curse of Dyunitu," he mumbled, "forever!"

The teal aroma faded after he said that. He exhaled slowly, taking it all in. It was only then when he allowed himself to look around, cracking his back as he twisted his torso. The glitter and mist were fading away from the village. Though it was nighttime and there were no stars, he instinctually knew that the sky probably was back to normal, too. Finally, he slouched back in his chair, exhaling in satisfaction. That's that. He had finally saved his friend from the curse of eternal nudity.

Except he hadn't.

He forgot to mention a small detail.

Piko squealed as they pulled a blue and tan streaked bull dildo pulled out of her pussy, cumming all over the floor again.

She still had twenty more to go.

Pseftis stifled a scream in his robes.

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Eight minutes later, it was almost over. Thankfully, the last of the toys seemed to be easier on her. It was as if they had opened with the biggest ones and hadn't expected her to make it the whole way through. But as her audience was rising in interest, eager for her to continue, there was absolutely no way she'd pass out now.

But there was still the last challenge.

The next two were pulled out, and Piko sighed in relief. Two more to go. She just had to stay awake for the next minute, and it would all be over. How hard could it be?

Her stomach dropped as the robed lizard men brought out a yellow, thirty-inch horse wang and an fifteen-inch human dick, both cradling them in two hands. Her eyes widened. This was nothing at all compared to the rest of them. The circumference made them look more like two handed swords than anything conceivably used for sexual penetration. They seemed impossible to_anybody_ to take, let alone her, but she wasn't about to back down. Not after four hundred and eighteen of them.

She wasn't given much time to think at all. As they slowly inserted each toy as far as they could go, Piko erupted in both immeasurable pain and pleasure, as the crowd completely lost it. Her cum and sweat was a pool across the floor as she tried her best to clench her pelvis, holding them inside through the tiredness and exhaustion. They were completely tearing her apart inside. This was truly the final stretch, living up to its name, as her genitals became the wishing wells of these giant objects.

The seconds passed by like minutes, and Piko was grunting like mad. Pseftis, elsewhere in the ground, looked away, too horrified to watch. Aroused and continuously stimulated, she came again, feeling her juices cascade all over the horse dildo stuck inside of her, though it was plugged so deep that her fluids couldn't escape. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head for probably the hundredth time that day, but she breathed harder, refusing herself to pass out. She had a warrior's heart and a saint's vagina. She would not falter.

The crowd began to count the remaining seconds out loud:

"Ten!...Nine!...Eight!..."

One of the mysterious lizard men approached her, almost menacingly...

"Seven!...Six!"...

...he lay two fingers across her taut vulva, cradling the clitoris between them...

"Five!...Four!..."

...her eyes burst open as he rubbed aggressively...

"Three!...Two!..."

...she came so hard, the dildo began to release itself...

"One!"

...but she did it.

The dildos were removed as the crowd erupted into a standing ovation. Piko sighed loudly and aggressively as the ball gag was finally removed and she was untied from the block, legs first, her vagina dripping her own cum like a faucet. They helped her step down from her holding area, but her legs were too weak to take proper steps, simply trembling in her path. The fact that she was walking in her own bodily fluids didn't help much, either. But at the end of everything, she did it. She was freed.

The empty vial was lowered to the ground, causing a gasp from the audience, but Pseftis was already on the move. He ran straight up from his place with the guards and onto the stage, helping up the collapsed Piko.

"It's okay!" Pseftis announced, untying the bottle from the rope, as soon as the kobold could lean on him. "The nighttime makes it invisible!"

"It is?" asked the same elderly clerk from earlier, who was still somehow wearing the same clothes. "Okay...well, I'm sure the audience would like a speech now-"

He ignored her question, turned to Piko to pick up her shivering body. "Good night, everybody!"

Not a word came out of her frail, burning hot exterior as Pseftis saluted the audience and walked off the back corner of the stage, carrying her and the "potion" all the way home. In the comfort of his arms, Piko wanted to thank him, but quickly, and finally, went unconscious.

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The recovery only took six days of down time, but Piko was back on her feet again in the morning. She felt drafts along her nether region, but it was from the looseness rather than the nudity. Reunited with her bracer and loincloth, she finally felt like everything was back to normal again as she briskly walked the streets with Pseftis by her side, with nobody carnally bothering her.

"So, you really tried to steal the bottle?" she smiled at him.

"Not so loud!" He bent over to hiss playfully at her, then elevating back up to side eye her. "But yes, I did. You're welcome for saving you."

"Didn't save me much," she bobbled her head a bit, scratching her horn. "I took every single one of those things, you saw that."

"I know, I respect that," Pseftis nodded, "but I'd be a fool to believe it wasn't extremely hard for you. More than I could ever know. I had to do something to-"

She facetiously retorted, "Hard? Are you kidding me? I could do that all again tomorrow."

"All right, Piko...," he smiled, rolling his eyes playfully. "Enough with the cockiness. You're safe now."

"Cockiness?" She smirked as they entered town hall again near the punishment's block, turning her head towards the old, wooden headlock. "I'll show you cockiness."

Pseftis frowned as she skipped towards it. "Wait, Piko, what are you-"

"I can take any dick I want!" She bragged, throwing up the top half and inserting her head into the large middle hole, with her wrists in the ones placed around it. In a matter of seconds, like a magician, she had already locked herself in place! As Pseftis frantically questioned her, she inhaled deeply in her wide, open mouth, and announced herself:

"ANYBODY WANT SOME MORE?!"

He froze as her welcome inviters ran past him on either side. The blue, scaly bard could only sigh as the horny male villagers quickly surrounded and took advantage of her. It took him a fraction of a second to turn around, deadpan as he facepalmed and attempted to ignore the slapping of pelvis against ass, walking away with his hands over his ears.

In the midst of that, he said something he never thought he'd tell himself:

"Piko'll be fine."

He meandered the village streets alone with his hands in his pockets. It only took him the distance of a few blocks to find the most deserted part of town, with no one in sight, finally alone. Not even a tumbleweed bothered to occupy this path. It was beaten down, filled with abandoned houses and molding on the walls...yet he didn't mind it one bit.

Inhaling deeply and calmly, he drew his lute from the inside of his robes, taking a seat on the cobblestones. His posture was loose and controlled like the gentle wind. Putting his hands in the playing position, he breathed slowly, took a moment to prepare, and then peacefully plucked one of his favorite tunes, hearing the music echo out into nowhere.

"The rain, it raineth every day," he sang into the wind, shrugging.