Penny groaned as she exited the library. Being cursed with a forced nudity collar made the fennec reluctant to go outside where anyone could see her, but she had no choice. Besides, she could feel the collar subtlety working its magic inside of her, causing hormones to flow through her veins.
"Stupid collar," she would often say to herself.
She had already had to leave mid-lecture to "cool down" in the bathroom during her first class. The collar's stirring of her loins was fortunately minuscule enough to easily ignore. With enough luck, she could get back to her dorm room before it became too hot for her to handle privately.
The only problem was that between the library and the door was a quarter mile of walking where any of the thousands of students on campus could gawk at or photograph her lack of wardrobe. All that attention, whether she was willing to admit it or not, got her really excited, to the point where she'd would have to resort to good old-fashioned five-fingers-below-the-waist stress relief. Sometimes it got so bad, she didn't have time to find a private restroom stall and embarrassingly dealt with the problem then and there, bystanders and passersby be damned.
She never got in trouble for public indecency. That was the only upside to wearing that pervy collar. It didn't stop her from getting a reputation, however. Once rumors started getting out, she started getting vulgar pick-up lines from a plethora of frat-boy (and occasionally sorority girl) douchebags which only amplified the problem.
Fortunately for her, people must be getting used to seeing a naked fennec on campus. While staring, catcalling, and unwarranted photographing of her was still a problem, there was a significant drop in all three since last week. Heck, even just yesterday, a random conure stopped her to offer his hoodie for covering up, and that was after he had already retrieved her dropped keys for her.
Still, any moment the fennec stepped outside was an opportunity for eyes to wander and for perverts to annoy her with the fact that they can't keep their hands to themselves or their mouths shut. She had quickly picked up the habit of power walking to and from her classes since the less time she spent in public, the better.
However, on her way back to her dorm room, something curious caught the corner of her eye. Turning to look, she quickly noticed the conure from the day before, talking to a female poodle, but aside from his conversation partner, something was noticeably different about him. He was wearing the exact same thing Penny was: Shoes, backpack, and the very same collar that that prevented her from wearing anything else.
Her eyes went wide, her cheeks went red, and her jaw dropped as low as it could. His butt and junk were completely visible to everyone, and yet he stood here, talking to his friend like it was just another day of school. How could be not be embarrassed? How could he be so casual about being so indecent?
After all, the only reason she'd stopped covering herself with her hands was because her arms started to hurt after doing for so long. Even then, she still tried to draw as little attention as possible. On the other hand, this guy is smiling, and animated, and not covering himself… he's enjoying it.
"No way…" she muttered as she furrowed her brow.
Just yesterday, that parrot returned her keys and let her vent about her issues with the collar. Now he was parading around like some sort of exhibitionist freak, wearing her shame around his neck like some sort of carnival prize.
It wasn't fair by any means, even if he did look quite fashionable with just the backpack on… and his tail was raised just high enough to show off that voluptuous bubble butt… and that he happened to have quite respectable girth when it came to male anatomy… and that his canine friend probably looked good naked as we-
"Get your head out of the gutter!" she chastised herself, shaking her head off the impure thoughts, doing her damnedest not to get anymore worked up than she already was.
With a slow breath in and out, she cleared her head and reaffirmed her intent. She was distraught, she wanted answers, and she needed to give him a piece of her mind.
The poodle the green avian was talking to waved goodbye and walked off with a spring in her step. The incredulous fennec took that as her cue and stormed over to the parrot, ready to give him hell.
“Oh, hey!” The bird beamed, noticing Penny’s approach, “I remember you. What’s up?”
"Are you kidding me!?!" she bellowed.
The initial shock of her outburst not only drew the attention of the bystanders who weren’t already ogling either of the unclad individuals, but also forced the bird to take a step back, land on an uneven crack, and take three more steps backwards as he pinwheeled his arms in order to keep himself from falling flat onto the hard concrete below him.
"Bad day?" he guessed.
"I told you what would happen!" She continued, ignoring his question, "I explicitly stated how embarrassing and infuriating this collar is! So why in the world are you wearing one?"
"Well…" he hesitated, "I kind of… wanted to."
"Wanted to!?" She barked.
"Yeah, I kind of got into nudism recently thanks to some friends and I figured wearing the collar might be a kind of the experience I'm looking for."
"No!!" She retorted, "Just… no! No! I refuse to believe that anybody besides an absolute pervert would intentionally go out of their way to buy one of those damned things and put it on."
"Absolute pervert?" he chided, "If that's the case, then… then why are you wearing one?"
"That…" Penny fumbled, her cheeks turning a shade redder, "That's none of your business!"
"None of my business, eh? Because you sound like an absolute pervert according to your logic!"
"Are you… do you think I like getting catcalled?" Penny shot back, "Do you think I enjoy being naked for everyone to see?"
The fennec fox did her best to stand her ground during her argument…
"Do you think I want people taking photographs of my privates?"
…but the act of listing all the things she claimed not to enjoy, did little to help her self-control…
"Do you think that I get, ah… get off on it?"
…and all the while, a heavy dose of oxytocin began running through Penny's veins, all thanks to her collar…
"L-like it gives me some, unf, m-mind-blowing orgasm or something?"
…so while she attempted to metaphorically stand her ground, her knees unconsciously buckled together to hide how wet she had become below the waist, and bright crimson glowed underneath the cream-colored coat covering her cheeks…
"I-is that what y-you, ah… t-think of… oh, no…"
…because as much as she didn't want to admit it, it was all bringing her closer and closer to her breaking point.
"Are you… okay?" asked the avian.
"Bathroom!" She exclaimed, dashing towards the first building she saw, "I need a bathroom!"
"Wait! Look, I'm sorry-" she thought she heard the parrot shout as she ran.
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"At least I made it to a stall this time," Penny persuaded herself pathetically.
Before she had donned the golden ring around her neck, the thought of her partaking in such self-debauchery on a public campus would've made her faint (or so she'd claim). However, ever since she had lost the collar's only key, she found her current scenario becoming quite commonplace: leaning against the door of the closed bathroom stall, panting and sweating from fingering herself into yet another mind-blowing orgasm, a small puddle of sweat and masturbatory juices on the cold tile between her feet. She didn't mind it as much as she did when the collar first became a problem. Heck, it was almost routine at this point. Still, she would've preferred if she hadn't lost her cool in front of that perverted parrot.
"Stupid birdbrain," she grumbled.
A minute or so passed and her heartbeat finally began to steady back to a normal rate, as did her breathing. A moment later, she picked herself up, grabbed a handful of scrunched up toilet paper from the roll, and began her post-orgasm cleanup procedure.
She picked up her backpack, previously flung into a corner, and left the girl's bathroom. With the orgasm draining her both physically and mentally, she was ready to head back to her dorm, fall asleep, and forget about everything involving that shameless bird… until the boy's bathroom door opened and the conure in question walked out at the same time.
"Oh hey, perfect timing," he spouted, causing her to immediately wince at the sound of his voice.
Fortunately for her, the men's room was all the way down the hall from the women's room, and the closest building exit was only fifteen away in the opposite direction of the bird. Ignoring him, she strolled out the double doors, while the sound of running sneakers and a pesky parrot's chirping followed her.
"Hey, can you just hold up one moment?" He panted, running out the door behind her.
"Please… don't…" she weakly begged, not even turning around to face him, "I'm too tired to start arguing again."
"Okay," he agreed, "You want your keys back?"
"Wait, what?" Penny sputtered.
Doing a quick 180, she was met with the sight of the naked avian one again holding out his hand, a familiar ring of keys in his outstretched palm.
"Again?"
"You really should put them somewhere where they won't fall out," He answered matter-of-factly.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," she responded through gritted teeth, snatching the keys from his hand.
As she slipped off her backpack and tried to find a more secure pocket to store her keys, the conure slipped his off as well to grab his water bottle.
"Water?" He queried.
While still fiddling with her backpack, the fennec shot him a quizzically raised eyebrow.
"I just figured you might be dehydrated aft-" he cut himself short.
'After what?' Penny thought, 'What would make me so dehydrated that… oh, no…'
She couldn't help but cover her face, "You heard me, didn't you?"
"Oh, well, uh…" he fumbled, "I mean, I saw you run into the bathroom and I wanted to give you the keys back, so I stood by the door and I… may have heard something… but it's not like it's your fault or anything, right? The collar made you do it. Like, I've only had this thing on for, what is it, one, two… six hours and it's already giving my left hand a hell of a work out… I mean, just now I had to rush to the bathroom t-… I'm not making this any less awkward, am I?"
Penny slowly shook her head as she grabbed the offered bottle.
“I’m sorry… about… everything…“
"Whatever," she yawned before taking a sizeable chug of water.
"Look, can we just… talk? No fighting or accusations. Just one person to another?"
Penny rolled her eyes. This bird was all over the place. First, he gives her lost keys without expecting anything in return. Then he purposely takes advantage of her misery by cursing himself to go streaking about, showing off his bits and butt to anyone willing to look. Now, he's back to helping her with her keys and offering her water. What kind of good-guy degenerate was this nutjob?
"Fine," she caved in, "just say whatever it is you need to say and then leave me alone. In the meantime, I'm heading back to my dorm."
And once again, Penny was back on her original path, now with an apologetic admission in tow. As she waited for his little monologue, the both of them gathered glances as they walked, making the awkward silence between them even more dreadful.
"I thought you wanted to say something," she snapped.
"I'm trying to think of how to word it best," he replied, "so I don't come off as a prick."
The bird let another five seconds pass before he spoke, "Okay, honestly, when I bought the collar, I thought that maybe… you might feel relieved…"
"Wait, so you just put it on because you took pity on me?"
"No, no! I was telling the truth when mentioned nudism… and maybe I have a slight interest in exhibitionism as well…"
"So you did buy it to be a pervert!"
"That's not the point!"
"Then what is the point?"
"The point is you shouldn't have to suffer through this the way you are!" He shouted back, causing her to take a step away from him.
"Look," he continued, "I'm not going to pretend I know what it's like having people look at you in a way you don't want to be looked at… I'm not going to say 'it's not that bad' either, because I'd be an ass for invalidating what you're going through… and maybe I am just some random pervert…"
The parrot let his words hang.
"But the whole thing about sex and kink and stuff is that it's supposed to be fun and consensual and it's the exact opposite of what that collar is doing… and that sucks. It's just not right."
‘Wait a second,’ Penny thought, ‘is he… agreeing with me?’
"But wait, why did you get one then?" She asked.
"'Cause I'm a nudist pervert, remember?"
"Right, right."
"By the way, you never told me about the whole 'arousal amplification' thing with the collar."
"Because I didn't think you were going to go out and buy one, you knucklehead!"
"Touché," He surrendered.
"But getting back on track," he corrected, "after meeting you, and learning about your predicament, I thought a lot about that collar, but I also thought about how miserable it made you. Then I thought, 'you know, if everyone else was on campus was naked like her, she probably wouldn't be as self-conscious about it.'"
"So… what? You plan to collar the whole university?"
"I don't think I can afford that many enchanted items, no. But I figured it's possible that having more than one naked person on campus might make the sight a little less… alien to everyone else… and in turn ease your burden just a smidge."
It didn’t make sense to her. Over the span of the last twenty-four hours, this half-moon conure has metaphorically saved her ass by returning her keys, got naked in public, argued with her, masturbated to the sound of her masturbating, apologized, metaphorically saved her ass by returning her dropped keys again, offered her water, and topped it all off with stating that he wants to help make her life easier. Part of her still wanted to punch him for enjoying being naked in public while she suffered through it. Another part of her wanted to kick him in the nads for voyeuristically pleasuring himself to her bathroom moans, even if the collar likely coerced him into it. After all, that's why she committed most of her explicit acts. Still, it seemed that when his libido wasn’t thinking for him, the parrot was actually a decent person, despite how indecently he was dressed.
Not being able to cover herself was causing Penny to have trouble making friends. Of course, her boyfriend was still loyal and faithful to her, and her lifelong friend Tammy helped her when she needed it the most, but when it came to talking to new people, she was lucky if any of them could maintain eye contact with her.
Yet, this socially-inept dumbass walking alongside her, nude in solidarity, was talking to her, empathizing with her, like she was normal once again, reminding her of what it was like before society perpetually gawked at her lack of clothes. And less than ten minutes ago, she was hoping she would never see him again.
"Hell, I know a few other students that might get a kick out of wearing it too,” the bird resumed, “And before you ask, yeah, they're perverts too, but they won't judge you for walking around in your birthday suit like all those catcallers. Probably knock a few of them out cold."
"I'll… keep that in mind," she responded.
"Anyway, that's all I needed to say. I guess I'll see you around."
And with that, the conure broke off and separated from the path Penny walked.
"Hold up!" She called out, a little unsure why, "I… never got your name."
The bare-bottomed bird ceased his saunter to turn back around and face his former conversation partner.
"Patrigue Lynch!" he answered, "Pat for short!"
"Penelope Fenmore!" she replied in turn, "Penny for short!"
With nothing else to add, Pat went back on his route to wherever he was going, like a cowboy riding off into the sunset. Penny couldn't help but notice, as she watched the au naturel avian wander off, his tail feathers slowly but surely rose, shamelessly showcasing the entirety of his round rear-end to Penny and anyone who may be behind him. Whether the mooning was done unconsciously or as part of the pervy bird's cheeky sense of humor, she had no idea. Regardless, she couldn't help but let a small smirk crawl across her face.
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And here our story closes. At almost 3k words, this is the most I've ever written for a single picture and I enjoyed every minute I spent writing and editing it.
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