About a dozen men were chatting at the wooden pier, overlooking fishing boats and little sailships roaming the Golden Lake. Half of them were humans, but there was also an elf, an orc, and a couple of dwarves, showcasing the empire’s diverse and varied population. They got along with each other, discussing fishing tools and tactics. The boat for hire was just nearby, docked at the pier, so close yet so distant at the same time.
Furga was hiding in the reeds nearby as she looked at the men, desperately hoping that they’d go away so she could ask the old ferryman for a ride. Individual beachgoers turned their heads and glanced at the pseudo-nudist, as no reed was big enough to conceal her impressive curves, especially that large, alluring butt. Furga managed to control herself and ignore them, learning to control her crippling embarrassment. What’s another pair of eyes seeing you after a dozen before it? Still, engaging with a crowd of slightly drunk men was a task beyond her naked expertise, meaning she had no way of getting onto the boat.
The men kept chatting, some of them casting fishing rods into the azure liquid. The time was passing, and the redhead could feel gold slipping out of her bare hands. Realizing that there was no choice, the nudie got up and walked to the pier with her legs barely following commands. A new wave of embarrassment washed over her as she left the reeds and stepped on the warm wood of the pier, completely exposed to all the surrounding mortals.
“Yeah, so I told this naga that my territory also extends to UNDER the water and… Hey, look!” one of the dwarves exclaimed, pointing at Furga without any sense of shame.
Then again, the redhead wasn’t the one to criticize somebody’s shamelessness.
“Hey girl, lost yer swimsuit?” another dwarf chuckled.
Furga felt her tongue get heavy as she tried articulating what she wanted.
“Wow, I’ve been told that melon harvest was great this year, but it’s truly something!” an elf added.
The dwarf took a step forward and froze, unsure of what to do next as her determination flickered with each inappropriate comment.
“Gosh, whoever of you two told me that dwarven girls are reserved was surely a liar!” a middle-aged human grinned, looking at his short comrades.
Furga could only speak the word ‘nudist’ with her cheeks burning red, after which the men erupted in laughter, forcing the dwarf to flee. The redhead ran right through the reeds with the plants spanking her naked butt as the men continued to cheer and whistle at her. If she were less reserved, she could’ve used her position in her favor and even convinced the men to pay for her trip, but the strict dwarven upbringing didn’t come off that easily.
Finally, Furga reached a cliff and hid under it with her feet touching the water. The girl lowered her head to her bare legs and crossed her hands over her knees, trying her best to concentrate on her next move. Coming back to the boat wasn’t an option, these drunks will probably be there ’til night! The redhead was nearly ready to go back to Lazylook and abort the mission, yet suddenly her thoughts got interrupted by a loud splash.
Furga raised her head, yet it was too late. A giant ball of water flew right at her at a crazy speed, the dwarf didn’t even have time to gasp as it hit her. The bubble loudly popped as it crashed into the redhead, covering her with cold water from head to toe. The strike’s sheer force made Furga fall backwards and left her with ringing in her ears. The dwarf got up and entered her fighting stance on sheer reflex, her muscles karaman escort sore from this sudden attack.
Yet she couldn’t see the attacker, only bubbles the size of an orc were forming up in the water, jumping around it like rabbits in the forest, and then crashing against each other. They were like giant droplets of water, perfectly round and see-through orbs of unknown origin. The redhead hid under a rock, fearful of the magic in front of her as she took it for some anomaly or divine wrath. In a minute, however, Furga realized she was wrong as she heard somebody shouting hydromancy spells atop the cliff.
“I’ll show that smartass,” Furga said, angrily wringing the water out of her hair once again.
The naked hunter quickly got up on the cliff, ouching a couple of times due to the hard, rocky surface not treating her feet kindly. There, she saw a lone figure standing near the edge. It was a light-elven woman with a slim, beautiful hourglass figure and silver hair tied into a long bride. The elf was clad in a purple outfit, which wasn’t much more modest than what Furga was ‘wearing’ right now. Outside of a purple cape, sandals, and a pair of shoulderpads with a symbol resembling white waves on them, the girl was only wearing a pair of pasties resembling white water droplets to cover her otherwise bare breasts and a suggestive purple thong.
With a wizard’s staff in her hand, the hydromancer kept casting, more and more balls of water appearing in the distance at her command. The elf shouted, waved her magic weapon, and struck poses as the magic current around her bended itself to her will, and her alluring curves eagerly followed her moves with bouncing. The dwarf looked at this for a minute, then creeped up behind the barely-clothed mage and shouted ‘hello’ with all her strength.
The hydromancer twitched and barely held her staff in her hand, immediately losing all concentration.
“What the heck?! You’ve scared me!” The elf turned around to the naked dwarf, her gaze full of surprise.
“Why are you naked? This isn’t a nudist beach, you know!”
“Look who’s talking,” the redhead replied, “nice swimsuit, by the way.”
The silver-haired gal humphed in response.
“This is not a swimsuit, but a high-level enchanted mage armor! I’m wearing my full gear right now.”
Sure, Furga thought, full gear. One word: elves. She would gladly show this bimbo what the real gear looks like, but quickly remembered that it was now at the bottom of the lake, with the little shovel being the only thing left. Still, the redhead made sure to let the long-eared mage know about being startled by her magic and even threatened to file a complaint with the local antimagic police. Interesting, the pseudo-nudist thought, talking to someone as immodest as you was far easier than to properly dressed people.
“Listen, I apologize, alright? I just needed to find a secluded place to practice my spells. This is a matter of utmost importance!” The silver-haired girl parried, “these things could be the next big thing in magic transportation. I’ll call them wetballs and make a fortune!”
“Wetballs?” Furga burst out laughing, even forgetting about her peril for a brief moment.
“What? The name’s still work in progress.”
“Wait-wait-wait,” the redhead suddenly waved her arms, “did you just say transportation?”
“Well, yes, these spheres can swiftly carry you on the water’s surface by jumping on it. They aren’t finished, but should already work fine. You just let them engulf you and then aim their direction by running kars escort forward. Breathing is also covered by the spell. I just cannot find any volunteers to test them!”
“I think I know one mutually beneficial solution,” Furga placed her strong arms on the girl’s bare shoulders.
Five minutes later, the naked redhead was already standing on the water surface, with the hydromancer providing finishing touches to the spell. Well, technically, she stood on the ‘wetball’s’ surface since her naked figure was inside the orb, ready to direct it with her moves. It was quite an embarrassing position to be in, as the sphere was completely transparent and forced Furga to be in a star position to fully control it. The redhead didn’t really think this through, but now it was too late to turn back. The dwarf gave the hydromancer a nod, blushing and trembling a little as she saw all those sailships in the distance.
“Alright, there we go!” The barely-clad girl moved her staff and proudly proclaimed her next spell.
In a moment, the orb rushed forward like an arrow shot from a bow, jumping atop the water as it carried Furga forward. The redhead began running and jumping inside of the orb, urging it to go faster as the bank got smaller and smaller behind her. The naked dwarf quickly realized that the ball wasn’t going nearly as fast as she thought, which meant more time spent on the water in full view of the beachgoers around her.
“Oh no,” Furga tried to say, but only bubbles came out of her water sphere.
The jumping orb became a spectacle as soon as it came out from behind the cliff, with the folks pointing their fingers at it and getting up from their towels just to see the spell better. Those closer quickly realized that the sphere had a curvy, sexy nudist. Furga saw groups of people starting to laugh and cheer her on as she ran across the water like crazy. The men on the pier saw her too and abandoned their entire dialogue to whistle at the pretty dwarf, while the beachgoers from the other bank in the distance also turned their heads towards her, chuckling and nudging their friends.
But even worse were fishermen on the boats and pretty elven couples resting on their sailships. Furga had to pass right beside them, in full view of their gazes. While the dwarf didn’t hear anything due to being surrounded by water, she could easily see their gawks and cheerful smiles as they noticed her pretty naked figure with bouncing curves and a red face up close. That gold better be worth it, the unlucky nudist thought to herself as she neared the other shoreline while being ogled by who knows how many people.
Finally, the nudie saw a light at the end of this humiliation tunnel. There was a neat opening in between the rocks she could land on without coming directly onto the beach and being forced to walk through all the beachgoers lying around. The redhead’s vision was a bit murky in that bubble, and her naked body was already getting tired from all the work, yet she forced herself to steer toward the rocks with her running and jumping. There was only one problem, which Furga only noticed as soon as she turned her head to the right.
A ship was slowly moving in parallel to the shore, and it was no fishing boat. It was a yacht resembling a floating platform with its large deck, on which there were dozens of fancy tables and benches prepared for the passengers. And the passengers themselves were plenty, probably close to a hundred on that one deck alone! It was bad enough when all of these distant beachgoers ogled the dwarf’s body, kıbrıs escort but now she’ll have to practically face that many in one go.
“Please, please, please, just let me pass!” Furga said to herself as she rushed toward the shore.
Yet the yacht was faster, quickly blocking the redhead’s route with its long keel. Furga already noticed the passengers’ heads turning toward her and their eyes fixating on her naked body. She wanted to turn around, yet the bubble was going too fast, and she didn’t have enough strength to change direction. If she’d try, she’d just crush her transport against the yacht. The dwarf prayed to all the gods that the ship wouldn’t be fast enough to cut her off from the shore completely, yet it covered the rocks in a couple of seconds. Now there was only one way this was going to work…
“Damnit,” Furga thought to herself and dashed forward, preparing to jump.
If she wasn’t going around it, she’ll go over it. This will surely be a spectacle no passenger will forget, but with no other options, the bare-assed redhead had to follow through. With a deep breath, she launched herself upward and then hit her backside against the bubble, forcing it to gain altitude. With a couple more jumps, the bubble got higher than the deck, and after a final hit against the lake, took Furga to the skies.
Raising over her obstacle, Furga saw the entire population of that yacht. Must’ve been some kind of event or celebration, since there were human and elven families with members of all ages, sexes, and clothing styles (though none of them wore swimsuits, instead opting for regular summer attires). And everyone of them gawked at the naked redhead in a strange bubble as she got launched into the air. The entire gathering seemed to have stopped, with dozens of fingers, grins, catcalls, and even applause taking over the crowd.
The redhead watched in sheer terror as the families spectated her like she was on a stage. What’s even worse, Furga’s legs got widely spread as she flew over them, demonstrating the entirety of the dwarf’s ass and shaven pussy to the whole crowd. Her tits were equally visible as she spun inside the bubble, losing all control of its movement in the process. The force of gravity quickly used it to its advantage, plunging the redhead back into the water… Wait, no, not into the water, but onto the deck!
“No-no-no!” Furga screamed as she realized the jump she made simply wasn’t enough.
The bubble burst with a loud splash, with its cold water spraying everywhere. Furga landed quite softly thanks to the orb’s construction, yet she still felt her ears ring and her eyes barely seeing anything due to all the water. Suddenly, she heard a barrage of sounds coming from everywhere around her. There was laughter, clapping, exclamations, and horny comments about her figure, all of that mixing together into one unbearable cacophony.
“W-what?” The redhead opened her eyes.
She immediatelly wished she could close them again. Forever. In front of the dwarf was her biggest nightmare: the entire crowd gathered around her, ogling her nude body, drilling into her with their confused yet amused gazes, and making all kinds of reactions that made the redhead want to sink through the wood. It was easy for them to do, as Furga landed right on the stage where the musical band was previously performing, an open and elevated place in the middle of the deck that could be seen from all directions! Not only that, but the pseudo-nudist fell right on her bare butt. Now she sat there with her legs spread wide apart and her arms behind her back, fully exposing all of her privates to the passengers’ gazes like a complete pervert.
“I… I… I’m a nudist!!!” The dwarf screamed as she got up and dashed away in sheer panic, the laughter and cheers of the crowd pushing her forward like lashes.
To be continued…