Not enough to get their clothes back

Tallwear stood proudly on the table, the gathered naked royalty apparently unable to make him say what he'd done with the clothing he'd 'liberated.' Perfuma's meditative mumbling became a touch more ****.

"Ah dinnae see why ah should listen tae ye," Tallwear said defiantly.

"Because," Angella began, half-shouting. She caught herself and carefully draw her arms inwards, crossing then in a somewhat professional stance over her see-through wings and her breasts. "Because we are fighting a war and we need our clothes to do that."

"Ye willnae use us tae fight yer war!" Tallwear said.

Angella seemed on the verge of working out how to strangle a pair of pants. Adora suddenly coughed, realizing a possibility.

"Um," Adora said.

All eyes turned to her. Netossa and Spinerella were appreciative, Glimmer definitely seemed to be looking at her friend in a new light, while Mermista still glowered.

"You you, er, have to do your whole clothing liberation thing... here?" Adora said nervously.

"Wherever thar are clothes in need, thar ah will be!" Tallwear declared.

"What about the Horde?" Adora said.

There was a pause. Angella was the first to have a spark of comprehension enter her eyes, the rest rather more distracted.

"Mebbe," Tallwear said slowly. He looked at her suspiciously.

"I mean, I'd love to get Catra- er, to distract her from the war, like we are. And everyone else there. If we can't fight them, they can't focus on fighting us. So it's... They have clothes. Lots of clothes. Uniforms, even," Adora said, now looking at Tallwear. "Lots of clothes there for you to free. Even more like you! That's where my pants came from. What do you say?"

Tallwear paused.

"Ah'll dae it!" he said brightly. "Point th' way."

There was a collective sigh of relief from the gathered woman. After a few minutes bent over the table map to point Tallwear in the direction of the Fright Zone, the garment marched out of the war council, proud of its new purpose in life.

Adora breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back into Frosta's empty seat, wincing only a little as her still-tender posterior touched the chair.

"Adora," Angella said firmly. "Please tell us you have no more surprises like that planned."

Adora hesitated.

"No," she said. "Um. Sort of, um- no! Ah!"

She yelped as Angella began to move over. She really didn't want another spanking.

"Nothing like him!" Adora said. "I don't know where they all are, but my jacket's... harmless. Doesn't seem to understand how it's alive. My shirt's too posh to do anything inappropriate. And, er..."

She blushed just thinking of her rather forward panties.

"My underwear is... weird," Adora said. "I don't think it would strip anyone, but it is kind of, er, flirty."

"Does it have a horn?" Netossa said.

Adora blinked.

"Um, kind of," Adora said.

"Blunt, anyway," Netossa said. "Right in the middle?"

"What? How do you..."

Spinerella went slightly more red-faced.

"We, um, found it fluttering around outside last night," Spinerella said. "All accounted for. I think it's, um, happy."

"Very happy," Netossa said. "Don't worry about it."

Adora looked at them, slightly bewildered. She wasn't sure she wanted to ask.

Angella coughed.

"With that out of the way," Angella said. "While he's gone, we need to find where all the clothing in the kingdom has been hidden sooner rather than later."

One day later.Things had gone poorly in Bright Moon. Despite wandering all through the streets and surrounding forests, no sign of Tallwear's stolen clothes could be found. The princesses had been rather grateful to return to their rooms after that day, even if they were still naked.

But if that had been bad, the night in the Horde had gone worse. Waking up naked had been a nasty surprise, finding no trace of any clothing or uniform in their quarters had been worse, and then there had been the awkward reveal that Hordak struggled to survive without his protective armor, which was close enough to clothes for their mysterious visitor to also have absconded with in the night.

What the princess alliance had tried to do for years, was achieved by a scottish pair of pants on a crusade to liberate clothes overnight. The Horde was all but defeated.

With the exception of a handful of top operatives making their way to Bright Moon, immediately deciding who must have been responsible for their humiliation and defeat. It was just a pity the four of them had failed to stumble across any clothes on the way.

"Entrapta, keep it down," Catra snapped. "We don't want them to hear us!"

The former princess was peering curiously at the various odd trees they passed, supporting her weight on a strand of her prehensile hair. Back in the Fright Zone she'd been using it to cover up, but her easily-distracted nature meant everyone else was getting far too much of an eyeful whenever her attention was caught by anything else, which was often.

Catra, meanwhile, channelled her embarrassment into anger.

"And if they do?" Lonnie said, the Horde recruit awkwardly covering herself with her arms. "Do we have a plan for what we're going to do even if we do get to Bright Moon?"

"Something!" Catra snapped. "I'll work it out when we get there. They did this to us, we're going to get back at them."

"Yeah, um, what she said," Scorpia was the last of the group. Despite her fearsome appearance, she was by far the most red-faced, glad of how bulky her claws were so they could cover up more than the slimmer arms of her compatriots.

Somehow, Catra knew, Adora was responsible for this. It always came back to Adora. So that meant Adora would have to pay for it.