A ylissan show

“It was nice getting away from it all for the weekend, mom.” Lucina groaned, as she climbed out of the cozy warmth of the hotspring waters.

“Mmm… Five more minutes?” Robin whined with a laugh.

“The place’ll be closed before that; the manager wants to go out for lunch.” Lucina chuckled, bending down and grabbing her mother under her arms, hauling the queen of Ylisse up to her feet, both hurriedly wrapping themselves in towels for modesty while drying themselves off.

The mountainous retreat was quite the getaway from stresses of politicking that so regularly consumed their lives, and, admittedly, a chance to spend some time without their overly doting husbands.

Satisfied that they were dry enough to put their clothes back on, they made their way back to the changing rooms, steam rising gently off their mostly bare skin as they stepped inside to redress…

“Huh?” Lucina muttered, bending over in front of one of the small, open lockers, “I thought I left my clothes in this one… must have the wrong one.”

“Me… too.” Robin mumbled, inspecting the little cube that was supposed to be holding her clothes. “Check around?”

They thoroughly investigated the room, but found none of their belongings. With a flutter of worry in her chest, Robin waved her daughter to follow her to the front desk, “We’ll ask the manager. Maybe she moved them somewhere safe…”

They readjusted their towels for some more modesty and shuffled barefooted through the building, peeking through doorways to check for anyone else, before slipping out into the reception area to speak with the ever-smirking redhead behind the desk.

“Can I help you two?” Anna asked as they approached.

“Um… yes.” Lucina nodded, clutching a death grip on her towel to keep it to her chest. “Our… clothes are… well, missing. You didn’t move them, did you?”

“Can’t say I did, sweetie.” Anna shook her head, “And as stated, we don’t take responsibility for any missing possessions.”

“But… they’re our clothes!” Robin protested. “We can’t just go walking about naked!”

Anna smiled, turning about in her small office area, she tugged a curtain aside to reveal a row of shelves, “You’re in luck! I’m selling a fine variety of fashion; comfy, sexy and reasonably priced.”

Robin swallowed. “We can’t pay you, our money was in all our clothes! We don’t have anything.”

Anna tutted, “Well, ain’t that a shame?” She asked, pulling the curtain back in place.

Lucina pounded a fist on the reception desk, starting to get irked now. “We’ll pay you later! My mother is the queen of Ylisse! She can pay you twenty times their worth tomorrow!”

Anna smiled passively at the hostile princess. “I don’t deal in IOUs, sorry. You’ll have to pay me before I give you anything~” She sang the last word, waiting for a reply.

“We- we- we can’t just- we don’t have money!” Lucina stumbled over her words, getting annoyed. “What? You expect us to walk back to our inn with nothing but these towels?”

Anna cocked her head, “Of course not!” The queen and princess sighed with relief. “Those towels are my property. You can’t take them off the premises!”

As if on cue, a small egg timer dinged.

While Robin and Lucina were busy gaping at her, Anna turned a sign on her desk up telling everyone she was out for lunch, before she snapped her fingers.

The towels covering the royalty came alive at the noise, unravelling themselves and flying off the queen and princess, leaving both stark naked in the middle of the room.

“Out you go now!” Anna urged, bustling around the desk and giving both none too gentle pushes as she shepherded them towards the front door, “Come back when we’re open!” She smiled, turfing the two out into the street and slamming the door in their faces.

“SHE- SHE CAN’T JUST-!” Lucina came to a loss for words, before her brain kicked into place and she hurriedly tried to cover her breasts and groin with her arms. “MOTHER! WE’RE NAKED!”

Robin was having more trouble trying to hide her own assets, which were admittedly more sizeable than her daughters. “I’m aware sweetheart.” She mumbled through her lips. “Look… the inn is all away across town, we can get some clothes back on there.”

Her daughter swallowed, thankful that the street was at least empty, “GOOD! WE NEED TO GET BACK THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!”

Robin made a soothing motion with her hand, forgetting to cover her breasts and letting them jiggle for a few seconds, “Now, now. Calm down. If you go running and screaming through the streets, we’re only going to draw more attention, we make this nice and sneaky, no one will ever know we were caught in this… humiliating situation.”

Covering themselves back up, and Lucina staring daggers at the locked door to the spa, they started off down the first street, heading towards the centre of town, when both heard a sound that put dread in their hearts.

The town bell, clanging twelve times. Noon. Lunch time.

Almost in sync, every door on the street opened, workers flooding out en masse to head home or out to eat, a moving tide of bodies sweeping up the naked royalty before it was even processed that the two women were without a stitch between them.

And then eyes started to wander to the side, expecting to see fellow townsfolk.

Grins spread through the crowd as the throng of men and women realised that there were two naked beauties swept up in their midst, trying desperately to go unnoticed.

Without a word going between them, hands in the crowd started to reach out, grabbing and groping, pinching and rubbing.

Lucina would yelp and startle at the touches each time, Robin merely grunting and trying to retain her composure. “Lucy, be quiet.” She urged, “The less people know, the better. We’ll just have to bear these awful indignities for now…”

The calm, queenly serenity she was trying to affect was cut through rather quickly as the crowd carried them into the town square, the small, dense circle of perverts surrounding the two forcing them to the small fountain in the centre, where Lucina was bent at the waist rather forcefully, her hands managing to land on the lip of the fountain, as the small crowd ogled the princesses pampered, fat ass; two plump royal handfuls that were getting caressed and spread, exposing the virgin hole between them and the still spa-warmed slit below.

“MOTHER!” Lucina protested again, “Help!”

“Hush, child.” Robin grimaced, getting pulled away from her daughter as her hands were pinned to her side, replaced by stranger’s hands, squeezing and grabbing her tits, with strong, workers fingers, pinching her delicate, puffy nipples, the queens’ sensitive breasts delighting under the attention, even if the woman herself despised every moment of it.

“We can’t just let them- AIEEE!”

Whatever Lucina was about to protest was cut off as a spit lubed finger slid into her ass, the virgin hole expanding around the sudden intruding digit, Lucina’s jaw stretched as she was suddenly violated, her face turning a neon shade of pink as the ability to form words left her.

And yet… her body didn’t hate it, finding a delightful, pained pleasure in the way they grabbed at her, her plush ass getting moulded in their grip, while another person fucked the hole she’d never thought to try with her Inigo….

“Fuhhh- muh-muttherrrr~!” Lucina tried to protest, her back arching all the same, “This- this is…”

“The little whore’s a butt slut.” Someone chuckled.

“Wonder who she is?”

“You dumbass, ain’t you never seen her picture? That there’s the princess of Ylisse.”

“Princess of Yl-ass, more like, way she’s clamping down on my fuckin finger.”

A chorus of rough laughter spread at that pun, while a few feet away, another squad of men was busy molesting Robin, “If that’s the princess, I reckon this here’s the queen.” Someone pointed out, tugging at the iconic white twintails the queen wore where-ever she went. “Guess the king got a little to boring for ya, eh?”

“St-toooooop!” Robin protested, “Please, I can pay you all the money you’ll ever need to es-es-essssscorrrrrt us to our-“

“Ya hear that?” The man busy tugging out the queen’s sensitive nipples asked, “She wants to be an escort!”

Her tits were smacked and her clit got rubbed, “I wanna leave a fuckin mark on the king’s whore, don’t know about you lot.” One of them grunted, fishing his hard cock out and slapping it against Robin’s thigh, smearing precum against the queen.

More jeering arose, “They’ve got six good holes between ‘em, boys, let’s fill ‘em u-“

“What’s going on here!?” An authoritative voice cut the hubbub of the crowd, the square falling silent, apart from the pathetic moans Lucina was making.

A guard started to stride towards the show, and suddenly dicks were back in pants and fingers were out of asses, as the audience became an outraged moral brigade, grabbing a tight hold of Lucina and Robin.

“Buncha degenerates, walking about naked, Captain!” Someone squawked.

A tall man with a sword strode through the ranks, drawing the attention of the whole square with him, all eyes landing on the naked mother and daughter.

“Shameful.” The guard captain tutted, “I’ll have you two spending the night in the stocks, dressed just as you are for this.”

“No, gods, please.” Robin whined, “We’ll do anything, just, please, we’re from out of town, just let us get back to our inn, I’m begging you.”

A rather sadistic gleam got in the captains’ eye. “Anything? Hmhm… you just said the magic word, beautiful.” He grinned around at the ruffians that bad been assaulting the pair before his arrival, “Spread out, spread out. Let’s give the whole town a little show.”

“This one likes having her tits played with.” Someone laughed, shoving Robin towards the captain as he took a seat on the edge of the fountain in broad view and tugged his cock out.

“And this one is a little fuckin butt slut.” Was thrown out as Lucina was tossed into his lap.

“Interesting.” The captain hummed, wrapping an arm around Lucina’s waist and grinding her ass into his cock, while his other hand grabbed a handful of Robin’s pigtails and tugged her to her knees. “Queen and princess, mother and daughter. What a grand day for me.” He gave them both a mean smile, “Then I won’t do anything too mean ladies. Nothing you won’t enjoy.”

“I am going to lead an army here myself and-“ Lucina squawked as a townsperson smacked his cock across her cheek, a dribble of stinking precum smearing under her nose in the process.

“Thought I’d shut her up.” The man grinned the to captain.

“Good initiative, I’ll see your boss promotes you.” The captain grinned, before shifting Lucina in his lap, to let the mammothine length of his cock stand up straight, “Now, Queen Robin. Nothing too hard, suck my cock while I fuck those fat gorgeous tits of yours.”

Robin ground her teeth… But the crowd wasn’t going to let her run at this point, eager for a show, all eyes on her as the captain tugged her close, sliding Lucina off his lap. “If I do this… you’ll let us go?”

“I didn’t say ask questions, I said suck my cock!”

He grabbed both ponytails now, tugging her close and forcing his cock into her open mouth, the queen gagging in protest and disgust as another man’s cock stuffed her mouth.

“And the tits.” He growled.

Robin pushed her breasts together around his cock, glaring up at the captain with angry eyes as she hollowed her cheeks, letting the captain fuck her mouth and tits greedily, taking no care for her wellbeing, he thrust upwards, bulging her poor throat out in a single movement.

Robin gagged, tears welling in her eyes on instinct as she was crammed full of cock, Lucina watching on with a squeamish pity for her mother, as she was debased and abused for all to see, the gurgles and desperate attempts to come up for air ringing out through the otherwise jeer filled air.

“Aw fuck, that is lovely.” The captain cooed, pushing Robin’s head down, “The whole shaft, queenie, don’t slack, get the bottom half.

He pushed Robin further down, but there was only so much throat the queen had for this frankly elephantine dick she’d been tasked with, unable to even lower her tits to its base, as she covered the top third with her spit, drooling down it’s length…

“She can’t!” Lucina protested, starting forward, “Look, she can’t do it all… let me help.”

….

The crowd started laughing… and Lucina swore she even heard a laugh choke out of her mother’s throat between gags.

“Help her?” The captain sneered, pinching one of Lucina’s nipples on her washboard flat chest, “With what tits?”

“I’ll…” Lucina sighed and closed her eyes, spitting out the words with quiet fury, “Use my… ass.”

“Oooh, now there’s an idea. You like that Queenie? You want help?”

Robin tried to come up for air, to reply, but a hand on the back of her head only pushed her head back down. “See? She nodded!”

Lucina closed her eyes as this despicable man slung her around, wrapping her ass cheeks around the length of his cock, between Robin’s tits and mouth, forcing the queen to stare down as this perverted man thrust between her daughters’ ass cheeks, fucked her tits, the degeneracy mounting by the second, as Robin’s slick spit lubed Lucina’s path, helping her bounce on the captains enormous, hot length.

“Now ain’t this the life.” The captain groaned, bobbing Robin’s head in time with her daughters bounces, “Bet nothing ever gets this exciting hanging out with that pansy Chrom. Or Inigo, either, eh?”

Both women gave the captain hate filled glares but bit back their retorts… And tried to deny an arousal that came from having this enormous cock pressed against their sensitive, already overworked erogenous zones.

“The queen’s pussy’s getting wet!” Someone pointed out, rather crassly. “She’s fuckin’ loving it!”

Robin shook her head, trying to rise to deny it, but the captain kept her lips from leaving the tip of his cock, “Course she does.” He sneered, “Ain’t a woman in Ylisse who doesn’t wanna live like this.”

Lucina just kept bouncing resentfully, hoping no one would notice her diamond hard nipples. She hated every second of this consciously… but her body…

“Keep going, my pretties.” The captain groaned, “Won’t be long now.”

The two desperately picked up their pace, Robin’s lips clumsily kissing Lucina’s fat ass as her daughter clumsily bounced in the mans’ lap, before having her tits squished into his legs and cock as Lucina rode down.

Robin swallowed, her throat tightening around the cock, but she couldn’t help herself this close to… such an amazing, delectable ass…

“FUCK!” The captain roared, pulling Robin’s head up at last, just in time for him to spooge all across the two women, a fat, healthy splat leaving a solid line of white from Robin’s forehead to her chin, before the captain lifted Lucina, smearing his cum against her ass cheeks as well as she was held over his cock, shooting a few thick, heavy loads onto the princess’s rump…

“There…” Lucina panted… “It’s done. Now can we- MOTHER!”

Robin had kneeled up and started to clean the cum from Lucina’s succulent ass cheeks with her tongue, having lost control of herself for a few moments, she lapped it up before regaining her composure.

“Erm… Sorry… Thought you wouldn’t… want that mess on you….” Robin panted, dabbing ineffectually at the cum smeared on her face, stained white, the rest of her face turning pink.

The captain just let out a perverse laugh, but shoved the two women away. “Good girls. You did as you were told. No stocks for you. Unless I catch you running around like this again. Now, I’m gonna count down from thirty…. So get running.”

The two bolted for it, shouldering their way desperately through the crowd, they tried to make a quick getaway over someone’s fence, Lucina trying to boost her mother up over it.

Robin, however, wasn’t the most physically fit woman in the realm, to be fair, and quickly fell back from the fence, knocking Lucina to the ground as the queen fell on her.

The humiliation seemed to find no end, as Lucina found herself face to face with Robin’s dripping wet pussy and damp thighs, before the two desperately just cut their losses and sprinted for the main road as the captain continued his countdown.

Panting, humiliated, they made it back to the inn and fled up the stairs to their room.

“We’re going to get some clothes, and we’re buying the first horses we find to get the hell out of here.” Lucina muttered, shouldering their door in, before coming to a despairing halt.

The room was stripped bare, not a coin, not a shirt left. Nothing.

All their belongings had been stolen.

On the next rooftop, Anna smirked unseen as her picture tome snapped a shot of Lucina’s despairing face, kicking the bundle of Robin and Lucina’s belongings off the roof and down a well.

Thumbing back through the tome, she kept smiling, having captured the royal pair’s misdeeds through the day in splendid detail.

“I bet Chrom and Inigo will be surprised to find these in their bedchambers.” Anna giggled, jumping down from the roof and mounting the finest horse that the royals’ money could buy as she rode away.