Jada tells her to strip

"Now... get those clothes off."

The border collie's eyes widened and her ears splayed as she clutched her shirt tighter. "Uh, wh-what?"

"For your costume," Jada replied with a lilt. "Need help?" The feline took a step closer, and something behind her back made a jingling noise.

Cathy's face burned and she nearly fell over stepping away from the serval. "N-n-no, I-I..." Her paws were pulling on her shirt rather hard now. The collie had been nude in front of her friend before, but never... on command. Jada's words rang in her head. "Is... that part of the punishment?"

Jada's expression flattened. "If me touching you would be that awful, don't worry about it. Just hurry up."

The canine sucked in a deep breath and slid her shirt over her head, her average-sized bust announcing its exposure with a small jiggle, before shucking off her pants, her tail wagging to free it from the tail strap. "I... I want to make amends, however I can. And, yeah... I can't afford to fix your car, but I hope we can still be friends, even if I know you'd be right to never trust me again." Cathy's eyes met the cat's, her paws clenching and unclenching before crossing under her chest, willing herself not to cover her naked body.

Jada's face tightened, her eyes twitching for a moment before she relaxed, her eyes sweeping the length of the collie's uncovered, black-and-white fur, her tongue snaking out to sweep across her chops. "Yep, this costume should suit you." With that, her paws moved from behind her back, revealing...