A Trip to Nysia

Zaleria shrieked as she was shoved toward the mud. In front of her, Zoraida was struggling to her feet. Zaleria teetered for a moment, nearly catching her balance, but not quite. Zoraida shrieked as her sister fell toward her. This time Zoraida fell on her back in the mud as her sister's fall shoved her forward. Zaleria landed face-down in the slime, her fallen sister's legs on either side of her. Zoraida shrieked in frustration, grabbing the back of her sister's hair and pulling her head up.

"Well, it looks like we have a winner!" The announcer called out. The fox, panting, hunched over in pain, with one foot coated in black tar, hardly looked like the winner. Though, if you looked at her opponents, sprawled screaming in the mud, her victory became clear.

"Well, it's up to you, bare fox!" He addressed the victor. "What is to be done with these two?"

The fox struggled to catch her breath. Rising, rubbing her nipples in pain, she finally spoke.

"I say feather them, to match their tar then have them bake in the stocks for the day! Oh, and some clothespins all over, so passing peasants can give them a snap sounds wonderful!"

Four soldiers in the shining armor of the queensguard came in carrying bags of feathers.  Two drew their swords and aimed them at the Nysian sisters.  "Don't move.  We don't want any of that smelly muck on us."  As they made certain the sisters stayed still, the other two dumped multiple buckets of feathers on each of them.  Zoraida fumed quietly, while the younger mage groaned loudly as they were covered in the chicken feathers.  

Led to the arena square, one of the major plazas in town, they were locked into the stocks for the general ridicule of the Enferian public.  As the Fox had advised, they had clothespins clasped over various parts of their anatomy, and occasionally an intrepid citizen who didn't mind the smell of the terrible muck covering them would occasionally add one or "adjust" another of them.  

More citizens enjoyed things from distance by making use of the rotten eggs that were supplied from the same Royal chicken farm that provided the feathers that covered them.  Zaleria had been cursing at the townsfolk, but soon learned to keep her mouth closed after a spoiled yolk found its way in.  

The people greatly enjoyed taunting the formerly high-and-mighty queens of the one state that posed an actual threat to the security of Enferia.  With the Nysian sisters removed from the throne, that threat was gone, now.  Or was it?

The Fox was led back to her cell, fully nude. Despite her victory, she still received this treatment. The 'walk of shame', the inmates here called it. They laughed, hollered and yelled cat calls as she was led by the guards. She cringed, covering her small breasts. Still, she had been victorious! Though, her sister had stolen the credit, not to mention the kingdom. She'd have to do something about that...

( A lovely story arc! )

(Agreed! Glad we finished it.)