Send them off to Pantropolis

You've opened up a shimmering portal looking out into the city of Pantropolis, and Raider has carried Yiantra up to it to toss her through. She is now spread-eagle, clinging to the sides of the portal with both hands and feet, fighting with all the fury of an elf woman who really, really doesn't want to let an entire metropolis see her naked. Raider has one hand at the nape of her neck and the other on her little elven ass, gently trying to guide her the rest of the way.

"I won't go!" she says through grit teeth. "You can't make me!"

"Are you sure?" you say. "Because he's sure done a good job of it so far."

"Raider, I order you to give me back my clothes this instant!" says Yiantra.

"Try asking nicely," you say.

Yiantra bites back a cutting response, her bare limbs quaking with effort. She knows she doesn't have long. "Please give me back my clothes. Please."

"Why?" you say, grinning at the sun elf. "What do you need them for?"

Yiantra pouts angrily at you. "I need them to cover my body."

"Which parts of your body? Describe them for us."

"Daisy, I--" Her left foot suddenly slips and she barely catches herself, albeit with her elbows and knees halfway bent and her body inches from the portal. She begins to answer more frantically. "Firstly, my bosom! It--"

"Call them your titties."

"What? No!"

"Don't like that, huh? Fine. Now you have to call them your squeeze-toys, and you have to sing about them."

"Daisy!" she growls furiously.

"You're working up quite a sweat there, honey," you say.

Yiantra begins to sing an urgent, tuneless song: "Please let me cover my squeeze-toys! They're soft and they're round and they have two pink nipples like the petals of an elven rose--"

"How big are they?" you say.

"They... fit cozily into the cupped palm of an elf maiden..."

"That small, huh? Boring. Move on to your butt! And switch to a livelier tune."

"My... derriere is a springtime peach, delicate and flawless like a summer's day--""Wow, jumbling metaphors?" you say. You stick out your tongue and give a thumbs-down. "Boo! Go ahead and shove her in, Raider."

"No!" she shouts. "I'm an _elf, _dammit! Etherial will safeguard my modesty, or..."

She freezes when a face appears on the other end of the portal. A Pantropolite has stumbled across her struggle, and now gazes curiously at the sight of a sun elf in all of her spread-eagled glory. His eyes go wide.

She can't hold back. Her knees cross and her had goes to her crotch as she screams in rage. With her grip on the portal thusly compromised, she pops into Pantropolis and lands with her ass in the air.

Raider turns to face Jenny, who watches Yiantra's fate and blanches. Raider reaches for her. She hops backward with both hands guarding her ass.

"I'll just cooperate," she says.

The portal closes behind Jenny after she steps into the Pantropolian sun. She looks around, her hands jealously covering her breasts and her legs dutifully crossed over her crotch. Apparently she and Yiantra have arrived in an out-of-the-way corner of the downtown area. The only spectator around is the lucky fellow who discovered Yiantra in the portal, but he's doing enough gawking for a whole crowd.

Yiantra scrambles to stand up and wrap her arms around Jenny, turning her so that she can hide her own body from the onlooker behind Jenny's bare ass.

"Hey!" says Jenny. She turns Yiantra back around, pointing the elf's ass at the onlooker. "If we're going to get back, we have to work together. Now, what do you think we should do?"