Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

10-The Show

   But not by just anyone, no. By Polymnia, and only Polymnia. Because, well, he trusted her. He knew she would not cross the lines they had set up. Approach them? Absolutely. Step on them? Without compuction. But cross? Never.

   "By the king of the summer court!" a voice swore. Jack and Polymnia both turned their heads to see the guest he had been serving had her skirt soaked. It would seem that he had turned around too quickly and had dropped one of the full wine glasses on her skirt.

   "It looks like she peed herself," one of the other guests tastelessly commented. But, of course, they were fey. Such things were to be expected, if not outright encouraged, amongst the court.

   Polymnia smiled mischievously. "Boy," she said addressing Jack, "Look what you've done, you've embarrassed my guest. It seems, I will have to punish you here and now." Then, with a flick of her wrist, the rest of the servants were dismissed, and everyone saw plainly who her new pet was. They grinned and wondered what kind of a show was prepared for them.

   "And I have always said," Polymnia continued, "the punishment must fit the crime." She looked at the offended guest. The dark spot did suspiciously look like it had been peed there. "You have spilled something on my guest, so clearly she should spill something on you, and given the nature of the stain, it should clearly be urine. Does this sound fair, boy?"

   She watched her guest's eyes widen as well as her smile. She also watched something else, a tent visibly being pitched in the lower dangling area of her pet's tunic. She scoffed, remembering he had a degradation kink. "Are you really getting hard at the idea, boy? How absolutely disgusting."

   She pointed at the ground. "Sit, boy." He obeyed with out hesitation. She used her hoof to pull the pants off of his ankles, and then swayed her hips as she stepped seductively forward before placing one of her hooves next to his erection. Then, in one fell swoop, she brushed aside the covering fabric, revealing his naked crotch for everyone around to see.

   The rest of the guests, a small crowd of fey noble women, gathered around to get a good look. They couldn't wait to see how she would play with him.

   "Spread your legs, boy," she commanded. And spread them he did. It made him feel like a whore, and he kind of liked it.

   The guest had scrambled to her feet, and now stood above his thighs. She lifted the hem of her dress and lowered her underclothing as she took in the sight of the man's blushing face.

   Jack stared for a bit at the woman's bare vulva, a small flower, where the clit on a human woman wood be, peaked out from the small hood of flesh. He quickly looked away as he knew there was only one woman he was supposed to look at with lust now.

   Polymnia discreetly went behind him and whispered into his ear. "Are you sure about this? I would love nothing more than for this to continue, my sweet rose-boy, but if you want it to stop, for any reason, speak the safe word, and I will make it all stop, at anytime. Do you understand?"

   This was why Jack wanted only her to do this. He nodded slightly and watched as Polymnia laughed in a peculiar up and down movement.

   "hA Ha hA Ha, well, what are you waiting for?" she asked the guest, "do you not wish to punish him?"

   The guest smiled from pointy ear to pointy ear, and released her bladder. She watched Jack close his eyes and turn his face as the stream of yellow necter splashed against it, trickled down his body, and soaked his tunic.

   Eventually, her bladder ran dry and she stepped back. Polymnia stepped between his spread legs and nudged his raging boner with her left hoof. "Still hard are we? Who knew you were such a slut. This must be so embarrassing for you, to be humiliated like this, your grossest fetish on display. Why, the only way to humiliate you more. . ."