Solo (Mis)Adventure: Christie's Wanderings

It was a beautiful day in the capitol of Enferia. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the city was buzzing with life.

The only problem with the day was that it was terribly boring. At least that was the opinion of the enigmatic woman known as Christie the Grey Witch. The powerful spellcaster was currently relaxing in the grand city center, seated on a bench with a view of the grand fountain that dominated the central square. The centerpiece of the fountain, a massive statue of a scantily clad goddess pouring out a jar of water, created a brilliant waterfall that brought people from all over the city to see.

An entire city to play with, and the Grey Witch was bored. This simply could not stand! Surely there was some fun to be had or created in such a massive city. The real question was where Christie wanted to go.

From beneath the hood of her dusty grey cloak, Christie surveyed the city from its center. People wandered past with no indication that the mysterious-looking woman was indeed the infamous witch. She supposed, briefly, that that was a good thing -- she had no recollection of friends she might have gained over the years, much less enemies. Frankly she wasn't prepared for either given the foggy state of her memory...

Completely lacking the feeling that she had anywhere in particular to be, but feeling terribly bored and in need of some fun, Christie slung the faded brown satchel off of her shoulder and rooted around inside of it for a moment. Producing a single bone-colored die, she tossed it on the ground in front of her. The witch had an inkling of inspiration from the fountain in front of her, but she had some other ideas as well.

Deciding to stay away from the arena today, as the die tumbled along the dusty cobblestones, she stood and thought to herself:
"If it's evens, I'll visit the baths and probably cause some trouble. If it's odds..." she began walking. "Then I'll see what's going on in the seedier district of town at this time of day. There have to be plenty of places in this town to do some gambling, or maybe set some thugs straight..."

With the light click of her leather sandals on the ground, she scooped up the die and regarded it with a grin.

The bone die clattered against the stone road, rolling between the uneven stones that paved the way. Finally, the die came to rest on a 6. The baths it was, then.

Enferia boasted, among many other architectural and engineering marvels, a massive and exquisite bathhouse. The white marble walls of the building shone brilliantly in the sun, its blue and gold trim along the base and tops of the walls standing out in stark contrast. The high, narrow windows allowed steam to pour out of the heated bathing rooms within, the smoky plumes rising high into the sky before dissipating in the wind.

The inside was no less elaborate. Attendants and servants were in abundance, ready to wait on the demands of the clientele at a moment's notice. Christie knew where she wanted to go to cause trouble, and wasted no time in making her way to the women's bathing area.

Now, the bathhouse offered two different styles of bath. There was the large communal bath the size of a small lake, where women bathed and conversed openly with each other. For the shyer patrons there were numerous private rooms to bathe in peace. Either option offered a great potential for fun, the witch simply needed to decide what kind of mayhem she wished to cause today.

Christie nibbled on her plump lower lip, that coy little habit betraying her growing excitement at the prospects. She'd start out in the public bathing area for what she supposed were some slightly more innocent antics. Making her way to the far end of the pool, perhaps a little less occupied of an area, she shrugged off her cloak and set her satchel down next to the water's edge. Bending at the waist to unlace her sandals, she cringed slightly at the sound of her dress' tiny ripping noises, even if she suspected the sudden gap revealing her ass would be somehow stitched up next time she wore it.

With a sigh of relief, she set her sandals next to her stuff and finally disrobed. In one smooth motion, with her thumbs hooked under the top of her dress, she removed all of her garments and let them drop around her ankles. Feeling a touch of hypocritical shyness, she blushed gently before quickly slipping into the water.

Almost immediately, her gold-grey eyes flicked towards possible sources of fun and mischief. Very quickly, she hatched a little plan in her mind, as she sank to neck level in the warm waters.

Not far away was a very busty woman, her thick dark hair pulled up and pinned back to keep it from getting wet as she reclined at the edge of the pool. She was quite attractive in her own right, perhaps exceptionally so, and she looked as if she'd just reached the peak of her serenity. It'd be a pity to interrupt your relaxation... Christie mused briefly. The witch's eyes danced as she spied the woman's large, pink areolae bobbing just at surface level in the water. Nearby, a pair of what must've been country girls, judging by their hard, lithe figures and their tans, were frolicking. The pair of blond, lightly freckled girls had admirable bodies, she thought, even if they were on the younger side, and may have even been siblings, so similar were they in appearance. They weren't too far from the pretty, busty woman, playing in the more shallow water and splashing each other occasionally.

"And now, for my first trick..." she muttered under her breath, gesturing to manipulate the arcane beneath the waters. The effects of her magic would seem like high coincidence -- maybe it was a strange, brief current in the water or a lost bar of soap, but inevitably the pair of tanned, lithe blond girls would end up landing right on top of the reclining, dark haired woman.

Christie's timing couldn't have been more perfect. Just as the witch cast her magic, one of the country girls submerged, briefly disappearing under the water before emerging underneath the other, hoisting her up onto her shoulders with a happy laugh. The other girl seemed to take this in stride, laughing along with her assumed sibling and playfully splashing at the lower girl's head.

Then, the country girl still in the water lurched forward, her eyes widening in surprise. There it was, the spell. Carried by an unexpected and inexplicable current, the two country girls moved swiftly towards the reclining busty woman. When the depth of the water changed, the girl in the water lost her footing completely and the one on her shoulders pitched forward.

It all seemed to happen so fast, but Christie had a wonderful view of everything as it happened, and she wouldn't soon forget it. The girl that had been riding the other hit the dark haired woman first. Her neatly shaved crotch pressed into the reclining woman's face, eliciting surprised reactions from both. As the no longer reclining woman attempted to stand in shock, the other country girl impacted.

With her attempt to stand bringing her breasts above the water, one of the dark haired woman's heavy breasts was right in the way of the country girl's face. The tanned blonde had her mouth opened in a shocked gasp, which resulted in her mouth closing around one of the busty woman's large pink nipples.

Christie's eyes danced as she watched the scene unfold, a surprised smile forming on her face. It took every ounce of willpower to stop herself from clapping in delight when the pair of girls tipped over onto the third. She was only partially feigning surprise with the other bath-goers; she knew something would happen, but not exactly what.

Her delicate hand covered a gasp as the three women tumbled into the water, fumbling about and splashing. A couple of other women bathing were watching now, and giggling. Any concern had melted away into laughter as the first country girl seemed to have her thighs clamped around the busty woman's face, and was holding onto her head for dear life as the latter tried to get up. As if gasping for hair, the second country girl seemed to be sucking, hard, on the woman's large breast. With an audible 'pop' she finally pulled her head free and caught her breath. Of course, seconds later the woman actually -did- manage to stand up, country girl wrapped around her face, only to immediately topple forward. The second girl caught her breath and looked up just in time for the other girl's ass to hit her in the face. The three promptly fell into the water again. Maybe a little more coercion was in order to escalate things?

Christie watched and pondered, beginning the steps of her next 'trick'. Inspiration had struck her, but she needed time to send out the little tendrils of magic from her fingertips, invisible to most, weaving them into the walls and very fabric of this place. Her lips moved subtly in the whispered syllables of the spell, and beneath the water she found her hand moving to her own crotch. Gazing at the scene before her, she felt her fingertips gently brush through the dark blond curls above her lower lips. She wasn't sure if this was part of the spell that came to her mind, or just some instinct, or both, but she still felt compelled to fondle herself teasingly. Maybe it was just the sight of the three slick, naked women wrestling to free themselves from each other that had gotten her worked up...

After disappearing under the water, there was no sign of the three entangled women for a few moments before they finally breached the surface once more, all gasping for breath.

"You disgusting perverts!" the dark haired woman shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at the two country girls. "How dare you molest me like that!"

"Molest ya?! Ma'm that was an accident!" said the girl that had been pressed against the woman's face. "Susie and I, we were just horsin' around and she slipped!"

"She just happened to slip your crotch into my face?" the woman snapped. "And for an accident, you sure seemed reluctant to get off me! To make no mention of the fact that it wasn't just water I felt on my face!"

"Whoa, now see here!" the sandy blonde snapped back. "I recall you moving yer mouth around and pressing yer lips up against me!"

"I was calling for help!"

"I was trying not to fall and hurt myself!"

The two arguing women were a spectacle, all eyes in the bath on them. The dark haired woman continued to insist that the other two had assaulted them while the vocal one fiercely disputed the claim, insisting it was an accident.

The third woman, called Susie, was red faced and seemed utterly mortified at everything that had happened. As the other two women argued, she shocked everyone with an outburst of "I had your ass in my face, Sally!"

"Now now, Susie, it wasn't yer fault." the other blonde consoled. "I just fell weird was all. And I know you didn't mean anythin' by it."

"All those times you'd tell me to kiss yer ass, and now I really have!" Susie wailed.

"If you two idiots are quite done?" the dark haired woman cut in. "How do you propose to repay me for this humiliating injustice?"

The three were certainly making a spectacle of themselves at this point. None of them were bothering to cover their bodies as they argued, all eyes on them and a chorus of chuckles and whispers all around. Meanwhile, Christie watched everything unfold with great interest, planning her next move all the while.

Christie blinked once and found herself breathing a little heavily. Her hand had been working busily beneath the water as she watched the scene in front of her. For a moment the witch was glad she was submerged to the neck; even beneath the warm waters her nipples were hard little nubs. She purred a "hmm..." to herself thoughtfully, before realizing with a little start that the magic she'd sent into effect should be taking hold soon. Any second now, the walls of the bathhouse would fade from sight at her behest, revealing all of the nudity therein... including her!

With a little splash, Christie turned and thrust her hands out of the water, gripping the ledge of the pool and pulling herself up. Water cascading down her smooth back, and her glistening, plump rear jiggling, the witch hopped over to her things and began picking through them swiftly. Her clothes had gotten all tangled up in themselves, with the hasty way she'd removed them, so she moved with no regard to covering herself. She nibbled her lower lip anxiously as she finally freed her thong from the spiderwebs of her dress, glancing around for any signs that her spell was about to take effect.

A quick glance showed solid walls, completely opaque and concealing. Not wanting to waste any more time, Christie bent over to slide her thong up her lovely legs. The barely concealing garment slid into place and the witch immediately went about finding her bra, shaking it free from her tattered dress and hastily throwing it on, albeit a bit unevenly. One cup was up a bit too high, showing off the tender flesh of the underside of her breast, while the other cup was low and exposing a tiny hint of her nipple.

Knowing there must have been mere seconds left, Christie grabbed her dress and simply held it to her body. As soon as she did so, the spell kicked in, and the walls of the bathhouse seemed to vanish from sight. They were still there, of course, but offered no concealment for the dozens of nubile naked beauties in and around the water.

The bathing room went silent as the gravity of the situation settled in. The biggest problem was the western and northern walls, which each faced outward to the city. The streets were filled with people who had all stopped to gawk at the unexpected show. Countless eyes leered at the display of naked flesh, and the crowds pressed in close to the invisible walls for a better view.

Christie was torn. On one hand, she truly wanted to see the situation play out. On the other, being the only clothed woman in the room made her both a prime suspect and the most noticeable person there. It might be prudent to make her exit.

Christie's eyes went wide as she watched the walls fade from sight. Her heart caught in her chest for a moment as she clutched her dress to it, with a very real blush coming to her face and "eep" of embarrassment escaping her lips. Forgetting her sandals, Christie scooped up her satchel of miscellany and backpedaled, hastily, away from the more crowded streets, hoping to find (or create, in a pinch) some back exit.

Her heart racing with excitement, Christie was numbly aware that her breasts were half on display as she jogged. She didn't stop when the one that was too high in her bra popped free entirely, heavy but buoyant with each step. Briefly, she considered popping into the private half of the baths to stir up some trouble, but... well, if one half of the bathhouse suddenly became invisible, word was probably going to spread.

And, while she wasn't entirely aware of her infamy, she had an idea that any other practiced spellcasters in the vicinity might catch on to the nature of her mischief. Hoping she'd be spared encountering anyone of consequence in this state of half-dress, she trotted down the back hallways for an exit, and/or somewhere she could maybe finish getting dressed without a crowd of onlookers...

While word was bound to spread, it hadn't yet. This was one of Christie's few saving graces in this situation. The other half of the baths was still quiet and largely private. Hurriedly making her way through the halls, the barely dressed blonde frantically looked around for an exit or private room.

Passing the private baths, Christie could hear a multitude of voices, splashing, and even the occasional moan. The occupied rooms were easy to spot, marked with hanging robes by the doors for the occupants to put on once done.

There! A door without a robe! Christie could duck in there and get dressed, and that would at least put her mind at ease and make finding an exit an easier affair. At least in theory. Grabbing the heavy iron ring that served as the doorknob, Christie hastily pulled the door open and slid inside, slamming it shut behind her.

Convinced that she was out of danger for the time being, the beautiful blonde turned around and found herself facing a small group of women. There were three, all wonderfully built, all blushing, and all completely naked.

"Do you work here?" asked the white-haired elf. "We need help!"

"Someone stole our clothes while we were in here." the redheaded girl explained.

"And our robes." the brunette added. "We need clothes!"

Sighing in relief, Christie ducked into the room.  When she turned and saw the three beauties, her eyes widened slightly for a moment.  She was shocked and still for a second, but eventually a wide, friendly grin crept across her face.  Had she just spotted three new victims?  Her first instinct was a flood of nasty humiliations, a series of tricks.  Maybe she'd give them false, illusory clothes and let them wander the streets with cover that only they could see...

Yet, something in her heart softened, for now, as she stood up straight and did something unexpected.  She was going to try and make three new friends... in her own twisted way.

"Yes, I can help you," she said with a nod and sudden, authoritative graveness.  "There's been a rash of this clothing thievery, you may have heard.  Twice as many attractive women have been left naked somewhere this year, already, than last year in it's entirety," she said with a quiet, albeit dramatic voice as she rattled off the made-up statistic.

"I'm on the team that's supposed to find this thief and provide assistance to her victims," she began, briefly regarding the bundle of things she was clutching to her chest.  Something inside of her rebelled at what she was about to do, and it only showed on her face for half a second in a confused grimace as she reached into her bag and produced her cloak for one of the women.

Still being somewhat true to herself, she suddenly found that the cloak she produced was comically short (as if magically modified on the fly) and would barely cover her own ass, much less the tallest woman of the group, to whom she handed it.

"I don't have much; it's a long story.  But these are better than nothing," she said, rummaging through her things.  To the tallest, she'd given her cloak. To the curviest, she reluctantly offered the ragged threads of her dress.

"This should last... a while.  But, it should suit you," she said with a little grin that must've been strange to the girl.  Finally regarding the third naked girl, she canted her head slightly and remarked inwardly that she was probably the closest to her own build.

"And you... I'm sorry, but for now you'll just have to stick behind me.  I'll keep you covered as much as possible, you just have to trust me," she said with a winning smile, taking whichever girl it happened to be by the wrist and pulling her to her feet.  Once she was standing, she pulled the girl's hands around her bare hips and let her press against her back firmly.

"Just hang on to me and I'll hang on to you," she said in a voice that was somehow both reassuring and sultry.  "I don't have any more time to explain, yet, but we have to get out of here as quickly as possible if you want to avoid being seen naked.  There's a criminal afoot, after all, and they say after she takes your clothes, it's only a matter of time before she comes back for something else..!"

With that, Christie dramatically threw the door open and led the girls out, shushing them silent if they voiced any hesitation.

"Oh yeah, I'm Christie, by the way," she said with the barest hint of a wolfish grin as she adjusted her bra back into place.  "What're your names..?"

"S-Serena." the brunette, to whom Christie had given her short cloak, muttered.

"Melanie." said the redhead, barely covered by Christie's wispy dress.

"Selune." the elf clinging to Christie's back said.

"So, did this thief get you too?" Serena asked, her hands busily alternating between holding the cloak closed and holding a hand over her exposed crotch. "I mean, that wreck of a dress can't be what you came here wearing, right?"

"I mean, it has a big hole in the ass!" Melanie said, self-consciously trying to adjust the web of cloth in vain.

Selune remained quiet, instead tangling her fingers in the waistband of Christie's thong. The way the elf figured it, this would make it harder for the two of them to get separated. A little insurance policy, in essence.

These questions and comments, among others, made up the bulk of the group's conversation as they crept through the building. Finally Christie found what she'd been initially looking for- a back exit! The door was designed to lock from the outside, meaning that there was no turning back once they went through. However, it wasn't as if there was any reason to turn back now, with nothing helpful the way Christie came.

Ushering the girls through the door, Christie and Selune exited last, the door locking shut behind them. The shine of sunlight told Christie that they were outdoors. Now to look around and figure out where exactly that meant...

"Well met, girls," Christie said with another smile, before gesturing at Serena's crotch. "I uh... I can still see your..." she murmured.

"And you might say the thief and I have something of a history..." she said enigmatically, as if that somehow answered the question.

Christie squinted at the sunlight briefly, stopping the group once they'd made it outside and the door swung shut with a "thwump" of finality. Reaching behind her as if to hold onto the elf protectively, she found her hand resting on either of her ass cheeks. She gripped her, firmly, and nodded once with confidence.

"Okay, I think I know the quickest route to safety, and some clothes that will fit us all. Then we can plan our next move. There's a tailor not far from here, a friend of mine, from whom we can get some clothing. There's just one thing," she said as she realized where they actually were.

"I'll let you all decide," she said, casually patting Selune's bottom as if for emphasis. "There's more than one way we can go. It's a short climb, but we'll cut out a lot of distance if we climb that trellis," she said matter-of-factly, letting go of the elf's ass for a moment and gesturing to the building in front of them, across the way. The vine covered trellis looked secure enough to climb, and the vines themselves probably weren't that thorny... however, on the other side of the building was a small, bustling marketplace crammed onto the small street. Unaware of anything above the market's canopies, vendors loudly attempted to hawk their foodstuffs to the pedestrian-thick little street, barely larger than an alleyway...

"Once we climb, we can cross the canopies and crossbeams covering the alley market. Hells, we can probably even go unseen, provided no one falls through," she giggled. "It's also the quickest way." Letting the idea sink in, she looked at the nervous girls gravely.

"Or, we can sprint. It's the longer route, but if my memory serves me correctly and my sense of time isn't off, we should be able to avoid the parade." Looking up at one of the girl's questioning, shocked face, she nodded once. "That's right, there's a parade that's started on Crown Road, it makes a large "U" shape and happens to be boxing us in. With some luck, and lots of speed, we can probably beat the crowds and the parades itself. The choice is yours, but you'll have to choose quickly," she said, continuing in her mock-serious voice and cupping Selune's butt, almost possessively, unconsciously fondling it. At some point Selune seemed like she was about to voice some protest or at least question Christie's actions. Christie merely shushed her again and grabbed her butt tighter.

"Shh..! We have to decide, now. I can only keep you safe if you follow my instructions, but you still have some say in this," she said, more or less making things up as she went. There did happen to be a parade, she thought, though she couldn't remember what it was for. The idea of being caught more or less naked near it was exciting, but as terrifying, as it must've been for the girls.

"Let's climb!" Serena said hastily, clearly eager to get this debacle taken care of quickly.

"We can't do that!" Melanie insisted. "Selune's afraid of heights, remember? And I really don't think this dress would survive those vines, anyway."

Selune nodded in agreement with Melanie, her red cheeks contrasting with her snowy hair as Christie unashamedly fondled her ass.

For a moment it seemed as if Serena was going to insist, even if it meant leaving Selune behind. However, the brunette instead sighed, slouching slightly with a look of defeat. "Okay. I guess we run for it. But we'd better not get caught in that parade!"

With their minds made up, the four women began their hasty run. The streets weren't terribly populated at the current hour, likely because a great deal of people were gathering for the parade or shopping in the markets. Still, the group did turn a few heads and get a few stares as they rushed past, hopefully fast enough that nobody got a close enough look to realize what all was on display.

The Maiden Road, part of the course for the parade was coming into view. People hadn't yet gathered at this stretch of road, but there was no telling when that would change. The parade must have still been on Crown Road, but it would be turning onto Maiden Road soon enough.

At Christie's insistence, the girls picked up the pace, practically sprinting to cross the wide street before the parade showed up. Unfortunately for the Grey Witch, Selune's nervous and unsure feet caught on the edge of the road. The elf stumbled forward and fell, her hands bringing Christie's thong down with her. With her thong suddenly around her ankles, Christie was doomed to either ruin the garment as she ran or trip and fall.

Christie was nibbling on her lower lip anxiously as she glanced down the road at the growing signs of the parade. Dammit, she thought, Why'd I give them a choice again? As she was cursing inwardly, she didn't notice the girl slip in time. Instinct kicked in and she stopped running, a bit too soon -- she felt the thong stretching dangerously as they tangled around her ankles. A hand flew over the soft patch of dark pubic hair she was now showing, and she lost her balance.

"Oof!" she grunted as she fell onto her hands and knees. Her thong seemed intact, she noted briefly, though her round bottom was sticking up in the air, much to the delight of the passers by. "Damn," she cursed, hissing, "wait up!" to the two girls running ahead. Scrambling to her feet, she picked up Selune and went to tug her nigh-ruined thong up about her hips.

"AAH! Ms. Christie, everyone's looking at me!" Selune wailed as the witch picked her up to her feet and began dragging the elf along.

Christie's thong was still somewhat intact, at least in theory. The waistband had snapped on one side, threatening to make the entire garment slip down her legs again unless she held it together with one hand. The fact that Selune seemed to be dragging her feet and slowing the gorgeous blonde down didn't help matters. Christie understood that the poor girl was frightened and having trouble with controlling her nerves, but she was jeopardizing both of them!

Still, the two managed to catch up with Serena and Melanie. The brunette and redhead had slowed down to let them catch up, unwilling to leave their friend behind. Unfortunately, slowing down proved to be a big mistake. The sides of the road had begun to fill with people, and the sound of instruments and marching could be heard approaching. The parade was here!

"Oh gods," Christie murmured, covering her reddening face with a hand and turning her back to the oncoming crowd of performers, musicians, marchers... One hand holding up the snapped side of her thong, she grabbed the elf by the wrist and yanked her along.

"Come on, we've got to... outrun it," she grimaced, not pleased with the idea. "Unless you want to fight your way through that," she said, nodding in the direction of the thick crowds on the side of the road. She shivered briefly, not for being cold, but from imagining the horde of hands groping them as they fought against the current of people.

Grumbling something to herself about doing good deeds, Christie turned sharply back in the direction they were supposed to run, only to smack into one of the parade performers who seemed to have come out of nowhere. It was a cute young girl, actually, painted like a jester with red dots on her cheeks and wearing colorful, skintight motley. The jester girl happened to be cartwheeling, well in front of the parade, so when Christie smacked into her they came down in a heap right on top of poor Selune.

"Oof!" she shouted, ungracefully, for the second time. Finding her face between the thighs of the jester for a moment, she wondered briefly if that was what the woman at the bathhouse felt like. Tearing herself free, at least free enough to stand up, she froze for a second. She felt the soft breeze tickling her dark blond bush as she stood with her feet at about shoulder width, one leg between Selune's thighs and the other somewhat tangled up in the jester's limbs. Where is my thong? she thought, wide eyed.

"Grr... there's no time for it, come on, girl!" she said, trying to disentangle the elf and get moving again.

"O-outrun it?!" Selune asked as Christie pulled her along. The naked elf seemed incredulous at Christie's announcement, to say the least.

Of course, the pretty elf didn't have too long to process this plan before she found herself pinned under the weight of two women as Christie plowed into the jester girl. Selune went red and seemed to lose her voice as she Christie's smooth leg slide against her sensitive lips, wetness building up almost instantly.

As Christie stood, she saw just how problematic her situation had become. Aside from her thong being unaccounted for, Selune's thighs had clamped down around her leg in instinctive reaction to the touch. Meanwhile, the clearly flexible jester was wrapped around her other leg, seemingly dazed and trying to get back to her feet.

Though disoriented, the jester was still nimble and quick on her feet, climbing up Christie's leg like a pole as she picked herself up to her feet. The jester's slender fingers danced across Christie's skin, and one hand took a firm grip of one of the grey witch's wonderful ass cheeks as she pulled herself up, squeezing a bit more than she probably needed to.

"Well, hello to you too!" the jester said, spinning around to stand in front of Christie. "A fine day for a skyclad run, hm? Though you're doing it a bit wrong, you know. Skyclad means naked, and naked means no bra!"

The jester crept forward, nimble fingers playing lightly with the edges of Christie's bra cups. For a second it seemed as if the entertainer was going to yank the garment off, but she instead hopped back with a smile and a jingle of her bells.

"Say! What do you two lovebirds say to marching in the parade?!"

Christie grunted and tried to yank her leg free from between Selune's thighs, inadvertently grinding her smooth shin against the girl's hairless mound. Finding herself unable to pull free, she stood with her hands on her hips for a moment, glaring down at the girl, then shouting for her two friends to wait up, once again.

"Where are you going?" She called after them. Then, "ooh!" escaped her lips as the jester crawled up her body, using her ass as a handhold. She blinked, wide eyed, at the jester before her.

"Skyclad? No, no, you see..." Christie tried to begin as the jester spoke. Flinching a bit, she cupped her own bra with two hands, unable to cover her crotch or rear for the moment. Brow furrowed, she found she still had her bra when the jester was done toying with her.

"Love birds? I think you've got the wrong idea. And why would we want to march in the parade, exactly?" she asked sincerely as she tried to pull her leg free of the elf repeatedly

"Why?" the jester asked, her head canted to one side. "Well, because the two of you are clearly comfortable parading around as is! Why not join a real parade to make it even better?"

It was hard to tell if the jester was serious, joking, or simply perverted. The look on her face could have suggested any or all three. The motley wearing girl began to dance around Christie, bells jingling all the while. If anything was certain, it was that the jester was enjoying all this.

Selune, meanwhile, was doing her best to not enjoy the sensations Christie was sending through her body.

"Miss Christie!" the elf whined. "You've gotta stop moving your leg! I-it feels too good!"

While the elf was busy voicing her discomfort, the jester hopped behind Christie and deftly went about unhooking the blonde's bra.

"Skyclad!" the jester cried once more. "Let it all hang free for all to see!"

Christie's expression was changing between one of frustration when she regarded the jester and one of surprise when she looked down at the elf girl. Was she actually getting off?

"Hey, Selune, get up already! We have to get out of here!" she shouted, reaching down to grab the girl by her arms and yanking her to her feet. Somewhere in this motion, she failed to realize the jester behind her unhooking her bra. The garment went flying out forward as she stood up straight, her perky breasts bouncing free. She immediately felt her dark pink nipples stiffen into little nubs, causing her to bite down on her lower lip with a shiver.

"What the hell... alright, you fool, you've gone too far -- where is my bra..?" she said, cupping her breasts with her hands and standing with her thighs clamped together in that classic vulnerable pose. One of her hands was still wrapped around Selune's wrist, ever trying to get the girl on her feet and get moving.

"Enough foolishness from you... fool... out of my way or you'll regret it..!" she stammered, finishing her words quickly and not looking very threatening at all. She felt no magic at her fingertips, yet...

"Ohoho, regret it, shall I?" the jester asked lightly, still hopping about. "Bold words from a shy woman!"

Selune, thankfully, had managed to get to her feet at last, mortified and red faced over the fact that she'd been brought to wetness and arousal by the bombshell blonde's leg alone. The white haired elf could only hope that people would be too focused on drinking in Christie's features to notice the glistening wetness between her legs.

"A shy woman and her little wet elf lover! Just like a story book, it is!" the jester chuckled. "The kind of story books you don't read to kids at bedtime, at least!"

The jester quickly shifted her focus over to Selune, reaching out and giving the elf's nipples a playful tweak and pinch. Then, to the surprise of everybody present, the jester leaned in and planted a kiss right on Christie's lips, earning a round of applause.

"Now now, what regrets does this fool have, your nakedness?" the jester asked, giving an exaggerated bow.

Christie scowled defiantly, turning red in the face but not moving an inch as the jester planted a kiss on her plush lips. The laughter of the crowd buzzed in her ears, and after along moment she squirmed where she was standing and finally stomped one foot petulantly, making her jiggly bits bounce once.

"You..." was all she could manage to say as her hands gestured quickly. Her spell was simple but potent: a sudden tug yanked, hard, on the bottom of the jester's skintight outfit. If the garment were strong enough to hold, it would lift her right into the air until the ass of her pants, and possibly more, ripped free.

The jester's eyes went wide as her motley suddenly pulled tight against her body before tearing off her completely in one swift motion! The tight material quickly bunched up to its normal size, a small bundle of elastic fabric hanging in the air for a moment before falling to the ground. The girl's flush skin contrasted with her painted face, her perky breasts and cleanly shaven mound on full display as she tried to comprehend what just happened.

"AAH! What the hell, you psycho?!" the jester cried, crossing her legs and throwing her arms across her chest. "I'm just doing my job here! I play around, I mess with people, I get the crowds to laugh! Learn to take a joke why don't ya?!"

The jester was about to continue her rant when her jaw dropped. Looking past Christie, the face painted woman could see just how close the parade was. Way too close for comfort, that much was for sure.

"I can kick your ass for this later! Come on, let's get out of here!" the jester cried, roughly grabbing Christie's wrist and running away, creating a three woman chain that ran down the street in search of a thin point in the crowd to try breaking through.