“Ughhh! Why won’t this stupid thing go in-!”
Talli’s frustrated cry rang out across the lantern-lit booth, drawing a laugh from the gamekeeper. She stood in her scandalous witch costume, pointy black hat wobbling as she leaned forward to take another shot. The black corset pushed her breasts nearly spilling into view, and the abbreviated mini-skirt barely counted as clothing, more frilly belt than garment. Each movement made the boys clustered nearby whisper and stare, while Cael stood stiffly at her side, forced into his humiliating cow costume.
The cowbell around his neck jingled softly with every twitch. Cow-print gloves hugged his arms to the elbow, matching his pants that rode so dangerously low that his bare hipbones flashed in the lanternlight. His torso was completely uncovered - chest, ribs, abs, navel - all on shameless display. The cow-horn headband perched mockingly atop his head. He looked ridiculous, and everyone could see it.
Talli missed her shot again. With a sharp pout, she spun on him. “This is your fault,” she declared, jabbing her fingers into his bare ribs. Cael jolted violently, muffled laughter bursting in his throat as the bell around his neck jingled and betraying every squirm. His cock stirred in the cow-print pants, humiliation burning in his cheeks as he tried to stand still.
She tried again at the game. Another miss. Her nails darted back, scribbling across his stomach this time, circling his bellybutton while she frowned. He bit his lip, praying silently that she’d land a winning shot quickly, if only to stop her relentless fingers from tormenting his exposed torso.
At last, on her next throw, the ball landed true. The boothkeeper cheered, pulling out a prize so oversized it seemed absurd - an enormous stuffed effigy of some festival beast, bright and gaudy, big as Cael himself. Talli clapped her hands, bouncing in delight. “Perfect! Cael, carry this for me.”
His eyes widened. “What-?”
“On your head!” she chirped, ignoring his protest as the boothkeeper hefted the giant plush toward him. Awkwardly, Cael crouched and balanced it across his skull, lifting both arms to hold it steady. It wobbled with every shift, forcing him to keep his arms high, elbows locked. The weight made his shoulders burn immediately.
Talli’s grin turned devilish as she looked him over. His underarms were now completely bared, sides stretched wide open, torso displayed like a canvas. The bell jingled with every quiver. “Ohhh,” she purred, trailing a single nail along his side just to watch him shudder. “Much better.”
Cael grit his teeth, face burning, silent prayer curdling into dread. Spared one torment, only to be promised another.
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The festival spilled across the outskirts of the town in a riot of color and sound. Lanterns hung from the trees, music drifted in from the dancing circles, vendors shouted from their stalls. Cael trudged after Talli, the enormous stuffed prize wobbling precariously on his head. His arms strained to keep it balanced, elbows locked above him, armpits wide open. The cowbell at his throat jingled with every step, a humiliating soundtrack to his parade.
Talli strolled ahead, nibbling on candied fruit she’d bought from a passing vendor, mini-skirt bouncing with every step. She turned to glance at him, smirking at the sight of his flushed face and trembling torso beneath the weight. “Don’t drop it, cow,” she teased, swatting his bare stomach as she passed. He twitched, bell chiming sharply, but held his balance. A few festival-goers glanced and laughed softly at the sight, mistaking it for a couple’s playful act.
They reached the food tent soon after, the air thick with roasted meat and spices. The entrance was low, canvas pulled taut across the frame. Talli stopped, hands on her hips, and glanced back at Cael with a wicked grin. “Mmm… you won’t fit with that big thing on your head. Wait here.”
Cael blinked. “What? You’re just going to leave me-”
“Don’t pout,” she cut in brightly, already ducking inside. “Guard my prize. I’ll bring you something tasty!” And with a swish of her tiny skirt, she vanished into the tent, leaving him standing in the lanternlit evening, arms raised, cowbell jingling faintly every time his muscles trembled.
He shifted his weight miserably, thighs burning, chest rising and falling under the strain. His thoughts turned bitter, cheeks hot with humiliation. He imagined ways he could get her back once his week of servitude was done - tricks, pranks, anything to make her squeal the way she made him squeal. The fantasy soothed him for a moment, a scrap of revenge to hold onto.
But then a new voice drifted up from below, soft and curious: “That looks heavy.”
Cael stiffened, glancing down. A pygmy lamia peered up at him from the shadows, her serpentine body coiled neatly on the ground, her upper body petite, head barely reaching his stomach. Her eyes glimmered mischief in the lanternlight. And at the end of her tail was a tuft - long, downy, feathery.
His gut sank. Erotic dread began to swirl in his belly, worse than anything he’d felt at the booth.
Cael stared down at the pygmy lamia, his arms straining to keep the massive prize balanced on his head. She tilted her head, smile small but glimmering with mischief. “That must be so tiring to hold,” she said, voice soft. “Maybe you should let me take it off your hands.”
He swallowed hard. “N-no, thank you. I’m fine.”
Her tail uncoiled lazily behind her, and he jumped as she brushed the tip down the length of his back. He clamped his lips shut, stifling the laugh that nearly burst free. His cowbell jingled, betraying the tremor that shook through him.
“You sure?” she murmured. The feathery tip of her tail slipped into his exposed underarm, swirling in merciless circles. Cael’s knees buckled, his torso quivering as he fought not to collapse. Silent laughter bubbled in his chest, his arms screaming to come down and protect his ticklish hollows, but the prize kept him locked, helpless.
The feather swished across his chest, sliding into his other armpit. He twisted, muscles twitching violently, face red as he shook with barely-contained laughter. The bell at his throat jingled madly, each convulsion a chime of his humiliation. “P-please-hahhh-don’t-” he choked, biting the words back before they could break too loud.
She giggled softly, trailing her feather-tail lower. It brushed down his abdomen, teasing his trembling abs, flicking across the hollow of his navel. He writhed in place, thighs trembling, the plush wobbling precariously overhead as he struggled to keep his balance. His cock stirred in his cow-print pants, straining against the fabric with each shiver of helplessness.
“Ohhh…” the lamia purred when her eyes fell on his tenting crotch. “What’s this?”
Cael’s heart dropped. “N-no, wait-”
But it was too late. Her feather slipped under the loose waistband, and he nearly buckled with the shock of sensation. The plume swished around his balls, unbearably light and maddening, making his legs quake. Then it curled around his shaft, wrapping and dragging in teasing spirals. Cael trembled violently, eyes wide, silent laughter breaking into muffled groans as the torment doubled - it tickled so fucking bad and felt so fucking good that he barely think straight.
His cock twitched hard, precum smearing against the feather as she teased. The plume flicked between his thighs, brushing the tender skin until his muscles seized, thighs quivering uncontrollably. He was seconds from losing it, straining, choking on his own muffled cries-
And then, mercifully, Talli’s voice sang out from the tent. “Cael! You still there?” She stepped into the lanternlight, licking roasted meat from her fingers, oblivious. The pygmy lamia slipped silently away, her feather-tail vanishing into the crowd.
Cael stood frozen, cock straining, body trembling, prize wobbling above his head. His bell jingled faintly with every breath as Talli sauntered back to his side, smiling, none the wiser to the torment he had just endured.
“Good boy,” she chirped, stepping up to him. “Still holding it? Don’t tremble too much, you’ll drop it.” She giggled, then lifted the skewer to his lips. “Here. Told you I’d bring something tasty.”
Cael opened his mouth obediently, face burning, and she slid a chunk of spiced meat between his lips. He chewed, humiliation burning hotter than the food itself, his cock throbbing desperately in his low-slung pants. The bell at his throat gave a chime as he swallowed.
Talli leaned in close, patting his bare stomach with her free hand. Her nails scratched lightly at his quivering abs, making him twitch despite himself. Her eyes drifted downward, catching on the bulge straining against the thin fabric of his cow-print pants. She blinked once in mock surprise, then grinned wickedly. “Ohhh… look at you. Have some fun while I was gone?”
Her hand slid lower, brushing across the tent in his pants, nails tracing the outline of his twitching shaft. Cael jolted, nearly dropping the prize, the plush wobbling dangerously overhead as the bell clattered madly against his throat. His face went crimson, thighs trembling.
“Mmm. Such a good servant,” she purred. Then, in a lower, sultry whisper against his ear: “I’ll have to milk my cow later as a reward.”
Cael nearly lost his balance right then, the oversized plush swaying as his whole body jerked. His cock strained even harder from her teasing touch, precum already dampening the fabric. Then Talli pulled her hand away and began skipping ahead into the crowd, hat bobbing with each bounce.
He prayed that the remainder of the night would be less eventful.
Talli’s frustrated cry rang out across the lantern-lit booth, drawing a laugh from the gamekeeper. She stood in her scandalous witch costume, pointy black hat wobbling as she leaned forward to take another shot. The black corset pushed her breasts nearly spilling into view, and the abbreviated mini-skirt barely counted as clothing, more frilly belt than garment. Each movement made the boys clustered nearby whisper and stare, while Cael stood stiffly at her side, forced into his humiliating cow costume.
The cowbell around his neck jingled softly with every twitch. Cow-print gloves hugged his arms to the elbow, matching his pants that rode so dangerously low that his bare hipbones flashed in the lanternlight. His torso was completely uncovered - chest, ribs, abs, navel - all on shameless display. The cow-horn headband perched mockingly atop his head. He looked ridiculous, and everyone could see it.
Talli missed her shot again. With a sharp pout, she spun on him. “This is your fault,” she declared, jabbing her fingers into his bare ribs. Cael jolted violently, muffled laughter bursting in his throat as the bell around his neck jingled and betraying every squirm. His cock stirred in the cow-print pants, humiliation burning in his cheeks as he tried to stand still.
She tried again at the game. Another miss. Her nails darted back, scribbling across his stomach this time, circling his bellybutton while she frowned. He bit his lip, praying silently that she’d land a winning shot quickly, if only to stop her relentless fingers from tormenting his exposed torso.
At last, on her next throw, the ball landed true. The boothkeeper cheered, pulling out a prize so oversized it seemed absurd - an enormous stuffed effigy of some festival beast, bright and gaudy, big as Cael himself. Talli clapped her hands, bouncing in delight. “Perfect! Cael, carry this for me.”
His eyes widened. “What-?”
“On your head!” she chirped, ignoring his protest as the boothkeeper hefted the giant plush toward him. Awkwardly, Cael crouched and balanced it across his skull, lifting both arms to hold it steady. It wobbled with every shift, forcing him to keep his arms high, elbows locked. The weight made his shoulders burn immediately.
Talli’s grin turned devilish as she looked him over. His underarms were now completely bared, sides stretched wide open, torso displayed like a canvas. The bell jingled with every quiver. “Ohhh,” she purred, trailing a single nail along his side just to watch him shudder. “Much better.”
Cael grit his teeth, face burning, silent prayer curdling into dread. Spared one torment, only to be promised another.
---
The festival spilled across the outskirts of the town in a riot of color and sound. Lanterns hung from the trees, music drifted in from the dancing circles, vendors shouted from their stalls. Cael trudged after Talli, the enormous stuffed prize wobbling precariously on his head. His arms strained to keep it balanced, elbows locked above him, armpits wide open. The cowbell at his throat jingled with every step, a humiliating soundtrack to his parade.
Talli strolled ahead, nibbling on candied fruit she’d bought from a passing vendor, mini-skirt bouncing with every step. She turned to glance at him, smirking at the sight of his flushed face and trembling torso beneath the weight. “Don’t drop it, cow,” she teased, swatting his bare stomach as she passed. He twitched, bell chiming sharply, but held his balance. A few festival-goers glanced and laughed softly at the sight, mistaking it for a couple’s playful act.
They reached the food tent soon after, the air thick with roasted meat and spices. The entrance was low, canvas pulled taut across the frame. Talli stopped, hands on her hips, and glanced back at Cael with a wicked grin. “Mmm… you won’t fit with that big thing on your head. Wait here.”
Cael blinked. “What? You’re just going to leave me-”
“Don’t pout,” she cut in brightly, already ducking inside. “Guard my prize. I’ll bring you something tasty!” And with a swish of her tiny skirt, she vanished into the tent, leaving him standing in the lanternlit evening, arms raised, cowbell jingling faintly every time his muscles trembled.
He shifted his weight miserably, thighs burning, chest rising and falling under the strain. His thoughts turned bitter, cheeks hot with humiliation. He imagined ways he could get her back once his week of servitude was done - tricks, pranks, anything to make her squeal the way she made him squeal. The fantasy soothed him for a moment, a scrap of revenge to hold onto.
But then a new voice drifted up from below, soft and curious: “That looks heavy.”
Cael stiffened, glancing down. A pygmy lamia peered up at him from the shadows, her serpentine body coiled neatly on the ground, her upper body petite, head barely reaching his stomach. Her eyes glimmered mischief in the lanternlight. And at the end of her tail was a tuft - long, downy, feathery.
His gut sank. Erotic dread began to swirl in his belly, worse than anything he’d felt at the booth.
Cael stared down at the pygmy lamia, his arms straining to keep the massive prize balanced on his head. She tilted her head, smile small but glimmering with mischief. “That must be so tiring to hold,” she said, voice soft. “Maybe you should let me take it off your hands.”
He swallowed hard. “N-no, thank you. I’m fine.”
Her tail uncoiled lazily behind her, and he jumped as she brushed the tip down the length of his back. He clamped his lips shut, stifling the laugh that nearly burst free. His cowbell jingled, betraying the tremor that shook through him.
“You sure?” she murmured. The feathery tip of her tail slipped into his exposed underarm, swirling in merciless circles. Cael’s knees buckled, his torso quivering as he fought not to collapse. Silent laughter bubbled in his chest, his arms screaming to come down and protect his ticklish hollows, but the prize kept him locked, helpless.
The feather swished across his chest, sliding into his other armpit. He twisted, muscles twitching violently, face red as he shook with barely-contained laughter. The bell at his throat jingled madly, each convulsion a chime of his humiliation. “P-please-hahhh-don’t-” he choked, biting the words back before they could break too loud.
She giggled softly, trailing her feather-tail lower. It brushed down his abdomen, teasing his trembling abs, flicking across the hollow of his navel. He writhed in place, thighs trembling, the plush wobbling precariously overhead as he struggled to keep his balance. His cock stirred in his cow-print pants, straining against the fabric with each shiver of helplessness.
“Ohhh…” the lamia purred when her eyes fell on his tenting crotch. “What’s this?”
Cael’s heart dropped. “N-no, wait-”
But it was too late. Her feather slipped under the loose waistband, and he nearly buckled with the shock of sensation. The plume swished around his balls, unbearably light and maddening, making his legs quake. Then it curled around his shaft, wrapping and dragging in teasing spirals. Cael trembled violently, eyes wide, silent laughter breaking into muffled groans as the torment doubled - it tickled so fucking bad and felt so fucking good that he barely think straight.
His cock twitched hard, precum smearing against the feather as she teased. The plume flicked between his thighs, brushing the tender skin until his muscles seized, thighs quivering uncontrollably. He was seconds from losing it, straining, choking on his own muffled cries-
And then, mercifully, Talli’s voice sang out from the tent. “Cael! You still there?” She stepped into the lanternlight, licking roasted meat from her fingers, oblivious. The pygmy lamia slipped silently away, her feather-tail vanishing into the crowd.
Cael stood frozen, cock straining, body trembling, prize wobbling above his head. His bell jingled faintly with every breath as Talli sauntered back to his side, smiling, none the wiser to the torment he had just endured.
“Good boy,” she chirped, stepping up to him. “Still holding it? Don’t tremble too much, you’ll drop it.” She giggled, then lifted the skewer to his lips. “Here. Told you I’d bring something tasty.”
Cael opened his mouth obediently, face burning, and she slid a chunk of spiced meat between his lips. He chewed, humiliation burning hotter than the food itself, his cock throbbing desperately in his low-slung pants. The bell at his throat gave a chime as he swallowed.
Talli leaned in close, patting his bare stomach with her free hand. Her nails scratched lightly at his quivering abs, making him twitch despite himself. Her eyes drifted downward, catching on the bulge straining against the thin fabric of his cow-print pants. She blinked once in mock surprise, then grinned wickedly. “Ohhh… look at you. Have some fun while I was gone?”
Her hand slid lower, brushing across the tent in his pants, nails tracing the outline of his twitching shaft. Cael jolted, nearly dropping the prize, the plush wobbling dangerously overhead as the bell clattered madly against his throat. His face went crimson, thighs trembling.
“Mmm. Such a good servant,” she purred. Then, in a lower, sultry whisper against his ear: “I’ll have to milk my cow later as a reward.”
Cael nearly lost his balance right then, the oversized plush swaying as his whole body jerked. His cock strained even harder from her teasing touch, precum already dampening the fabric. Then Talli pulled her hand away and began skipping ahead into the crowd, hat bobbing with each bounce.
He prayed that the remainder of the night would be less eventful.
