Hesitantly, begrudgingly, the girls of WAR start to peel off their singlets. One of the first out of hers is Yrelle, who seems at least a little eager to relieve herself of her wedgie. She ends up tearing the garment from her body, struggling to dislodge the crotch from her ass. She meets Raider's eye as he steps up to her, admiring the sight of her wearing nothing but a sporty grey pair of panties. Blushing, she holds her tattered ballerina costume over her breasts.
"You really are cute, Yrelle," says Raider. "Anyone ever tell you that before? Don't let anyone ever say that orc girls aren't total cuties."
Despite herself, Yrelle appreciates the sentiment. "Thanks. Not a lot of humans feel the same way."
"Bah, they just don't know how to handle a girl like you," says Raider. With that, he scoops her up in his arms, spinning her around his body like an expert sign-twirler before tossing her into the air and catching her in a bridal carry. She looks down at herself in surprise, finding that at some point her panties had been removed and her ass had been stamped.
"A-all the same," she says, reminding herself to be mad at him, "it's wrong of you to publicly humiliate girls like--"
"Hey, Yrelle!" you say, sneaking up behind Raider and giving the orc's ponytail a pull. "Who does your butt belong to?"
The orc scowls at you. "My butt belongs to Raider."
"Hey," says Raider, "we're going to set up a throne situation once we get all the girls naked. Wanna join me up on my lap?"
"No."
"I suppose your magnificent ass would also make a great ottoman."
She pinkens. "Okay, I'll sit on your lap."
"You heard him, ladies!" you shout, clapping your hands. "Once you're out of your singlets, report to Raider for de-pantying and throne-assignment!"
You work quickly, getting a couple of girls to serve as Raider's seat, a couple more standing behind him as the throne's back, two kneeling at his sides to serve as armrests, and Pei sticking her ass up in front of him to rest his feet upon. Nat is assigned to fan him, Meia is given grape-serving duty, and any remainders are instructed to dance.
Together, Raider and Yrelle watch as the strip miner fires up and starts to denude the Academy's females.
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