You wake up on a bright, sunny morning, stepping out of your log cabin to stretch your naked ebon body. Raider is already up, chopping wood in the yard. He waves to you. You jiggle for him.
It's been a few days since the Order of the Hooded Eye banished the two of you from the Academy. All things considered, life has been going well. You're enjoying living under the open sky for the first time in your life, and Raider has been enjoying ripping the clothes off of the local forest and river elves. You have every intention of returning to the Academy, of course, but you're waiting for something first.
And it looks like today is the day.
You're the first to see them coming down the path. In the lead is Jennifer, the petite eastern woman who serves as the faculty advisor of the Women Against Raider. Accompanying her are three of her WAR girls: Hanna, Isadora, and Macey, the very heads of the organization. Hanna is a nerdy-looking ginger with big, round glasses. Isadora is an olive-skinned brunette, known for her strict religious upbringing and her repressed lesbianism. Macey is a pugnacious blonde tomboy. And right now, all three of them are dressed in pink dancer's singlets with matching tutus.
"Daisy," says Jennifer.
"Jenny," you say, grinning at her and the tutu'ed girls. "Glad to see you came to your senses."
"This had better work," says Jennifer.
"Of course it will. That's one of his favorite outfits to rip off of girls. You're all ready, just like I told you?"
The three girls grumble in the affirmative. You clap your hands, and go skipping off to lead them to Raider.
"Raider, honey!" you shout, waving to him as you approach. "These lovely ladies here have something to say to you."
Jennifer cues the WAR girls, who blush furiously, then turn around, stick out their butts with their hands on their knees, and press their posteriors together in a neat line so that Raider can read a message printed on the butts of their singlets. On Hanna's butt, it says "Please." On Isadora's, "Help." On Macey's, "Us."
"That's cute!" says Raider.
"There's more," you say. "But you have to wedgie them!"
The girls exchange glances, tensing up in anticipation of their wedgies. Hanna whines as Raider grabs the back of her singlet and pulls her up onto her toes, causing the garment to intrude right up her hiny and expose a naked pair of cheeks, each one of which has a word printed on it: "Our", and "butts". Isadora is next, yelping as the words "belong" and "to" are exposed on her own toasty buttocks. Macey protests with a loud "C'mon!" when Raider lifts her up off the ground, giving her skinny body a couple of bounces for good measure. The last of the message is revealed on her girlish little cheeks:
"Our butts belong to you, Raider."
"Aw, that's sweet," says Raider. "So, what's going on? Things not smelling like roses back at the Academy?"
"It's terrible," says Jennifer. "I thought it might be good having the Order in charge, protecting the modesty of the girls, but they go way too far."
"If we show ankles, they take us to their room and spank us," says Hanna.
"If we wear 'boys' clothes', they spank us," says Macey.
"They caught me glancing at another girl in the showers," says Isadora, blushing. "They spanked me, and then made me wear a scarlet letter for the day."
"Obviously, you're the last person I wanted to go to," says Jennifer, "but you're the only one who can stand up to them. WAR will give you any support you need to strip the Order and drive them out."
"Is there any chance of seeing all the cute WAR girls undergoing some of this spanking first?" says Raider.
"Stop saying 'WAR girls'!" says Hanna. "You're essentially saying 'Women Against Raider girls'! It's stupid!"
"Don't be a pedant. When 'WAR' became an acronym, it became okay for it to function as an adjective. But whatever, let's hurry and get you all undressed so we can go de-throne the Order of the Hooded Eye!"
The girls huddle together, expecting to lose their singlets with near-immediacy. Instead, though, you take Jennifer by the arm.
"Wait, what?" says Jenny, her eyes going wide. "I thought... Look, I'm still a teacher!"
"You are, but I'm not currently a student," says Raider, "and the old deal is that I don't strip teachers for as long as I'm a student in the Academy."
You pin Jenny down and absolutely shred her clothes.
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