Stripping Kiona.

Marigold was shocked. Kiona was just going to do what Harry wanted? Just like that! And she wasn't even going to put up a fight, it seemed. With everything she knew about Kiki, Marigold would never have guessed that this would happen. Harry's plan had seemed like a pipe dream.

Still, Kiona stood, a knowing half-smirk on her face, never breaking from Harry's gaze. She somehow seemed to be in control of the situation, despite what she had just agreed to let Harry do to her... and her body.

Harry smiled. "Marigold, why don't you help your friend out of her costume?" He had his camera in his hand again. The desire to slap it away popped into Marigold's head, but she knew that it wouldn't do any good. Harry had probably already uploaded her photos to some Cloud somewhere, which meant that they were far beyond her control.

Furthermore, that meant that she had **** but to listen to Harry. Kiona and Marigold had worked on their cosplays together, and they had often teamed up to get Kiki out of her suit as quickly as possible. That had turned out to be valuable training, because it seemed that Harry was eager to get to his real 'prize' as quickly as humanly possible.

Off came Kiona's jet pack and wings, placed with the more extravagant parts of Marigold's own costume where she had left them when she had gone to fetch her friend. Then Mari helped Kiona remove her greaves and her boots, giving her ample opportunity to touch the bodybuilder's perfect calves. After the greaves were the breastplate, and Marigold held her breath as she lifted the chest piece off of Kiona's shoulders. Her eyes flew instantly to the bulging shapes of Kiona's nipples underneath the fabric-- and to the strange, more alien shapes that Mari didn't recognize attached to them.

"Take your time," Kiona suggested. "You'll see them soon enough."

That was all the encouragement Marigold needed. She committed herself again to pulling apart Kiona's armor as quickly as she could, until Marigold's friend was standing in the middle of the room in only her stretched sports bra and a pair of workout shorts that failed to properly cover Kiona's bum completely.

"Take it all off," Harry said. "Not just the armor."

Marigold glanced up at her friend. If Kiona was being affected by Harry's manipulations, she certainly didn't look like it. She smiled down at Mari and nodded.

Kiona removed her own bra, and Marigold saw her friend's chest fully, totally exposed for the very first time. Kiki struck a proud pose as Marigold marvelled at the golden rocket piercings on Kiona's nipples, unaware that such things had ever been devised.

"Marigold, why don't you help Kiona with her shorts and her underwear?" Harry said. "Get behind her and stay there. That's the best angle to pull her pants down."

Marigold blushed and did as Harry had suggested. She peeled the shorts and Kiona's underwear away in one,smooth motion and dropped the black shirts-and-underwear to the ground in a pile together.

Then, Marigold realized, she was resting on her knees, facing Kiona's muscular, firm bottom, and she simply didn't know what to do with herself.