While the festive mood and naughty activities certainly made Gwyn want to join in, she was already in a major disadvantage being in an atomic wedgie so she rather play it safe for now.
There were still guards however at the palace gate, and unlike their fellows those women did not appear to share their fellows enthusiasm for the festive. They were clad in some sort of ornate gold and green oriental armor, one that was rather form fitting and had actual helmets on their heads, with a snarling demon’s face to conceal their own. The intimidation is broken though by the heavily noticeable pantylines one could see through their tight pants and the way they shifted in place, as if experiencing irritating natural wedgies.
These were likely palace guards and contrary to most of the Wu-Qen population, they upheld the 15 Mandates loyally and were strict disciplinarians. It is very likely that they’re going to humiliate Gwyn rather then humiliate themselves like the lowborn troops.
She would have to sneak by them. So far it seems like the citizens were content just humiliating the lowborn guards or each other, and had little interest interacting with those they saw as fun hating and wet blankets. Stalls sold the typical stocks you find in other town markets as well as some other “toys” as well, one of which was surrounded by a gaggle if women busy using said toys on the moaning merchant.
However one thing caught her eye, it was a stall that was selling—Gwyn blushed heavily—bottles of lubricant! While normally Gwyn wouldn’t resort to stealing, she thinks the merchant wouldn’t mind if one of the bottles went missing, seeing as how she was busy fending off a frenzy horde of buyers both trying to grab their products and grope said merchant.
Gwyn plucked one of the bottles off the shelves and slithered back into her hiding space behind some barrels. As the merchant steadily got overwhelmed Gwyn walked to a relatively abandoned alleyway, dodging drunken women, and moaned happily as she poured some of the lube down her ass.
It felt...weird for a lack of better words. She was however able to easier slip and slide the panties being forced up her butt and with grunts of exertion she manages to pry the panties off her head.
Panting she gingerly picks her now too big frilly panties and came to the horrible realization that she had lost her pants while blindly searching for a solution. Blushing that she was now essentially exposed, she bemoaned her situation as even though the lube helped free her, the panties are now slippery and are likely able to stretch even further now.
Still Gwyn had a mission. Now unwedgied, she worked her way towards the front gates. While the guards were still there, they were few in number and had predictable patrol routes. Waiting in the bushes she sprinted across and in an excellent display of dexterity she pivoted over the outer palace walls and promptly fell face first onto the ground.
Rubbing her face Gwyn got up quickly, hearing the heavy foot steps of guards and hid herself up a tree. As the patrol passed by Gwyn attempted to climb down but she slipped and found herself embracing the ground yet again, if not for the fact that her panties found a snug spot on a few sturdy branches!
Gwyn stifled a scream as she felt her panties slice into her yet again, and squirmed effortlessly to escape. Alas her tiptoes were barely just touching the ground and she was stuck hanging in the air, her panties stretching high above her that it was resembling a rather thin blanket!
Still, despite the pain of it all, she was still able to rationally think, at least Gwyn believed so. Using her perception she looked around the surroundings. Having made it past the outer palace corridor, she would have to make it past the inner palace as well before even reaching the actual place. If she hoped to garner a commission, she would have to make it there first.
Right now, Gwyn could see a stable nearby with a couple of disgruntled stablegirls feeding hay to a collection of strong horses. Cranking her neck the opposite way she could see what appears to be a fancy garden, with the gardeners themselves wearing loose fitting dresses that showed their back and backsides, giggling with each other as they mockingly pulled eachother’s panties and smacked eachother’s butts.
However Gwyn can also see in the distance, a patrol of palace guards on the prowl as well!
Now what to do?
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