Raphael's protector

A new voice cut through the stunned silence. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."

Angela. She stepped out from behind Raphael, her ebony skin gleaming, her athletic frame radiating confidence. She wore practical leather armor, a long, and a curved blade at her hip. Her eyes, dark and intelligent, swept over my exposed form, lingering on the dorky panties. She had always been a thorn in my side, a constant, annoying presence. Raphael’s protector, his shadow, his… friend. And she had always hated me.

"A narwals, eh?" Angela purred, her Argentinian accent thick, each word a barb. "And here I thought you were a fearsome goddess. Turns out you're just a… *dulce de leche*." She walked around me slowly, circling, her gaze merciless. "And those little funny tits… *pobrecita*. No wonder you're so angry all the time."

My face burned. Humiliation, hot and stinging, washed over me. I tried to conjure a shield, a blast of ice, anything. Nothing. My hands felt, empty. "You… you bitch!" I shrieked, the sound cracking, pathetic.

Angela stopped behind me. "Language, *niña*. That's not how a goddess speaks. Oh, wait. You're not a goddess anymore, are you?" Her hand shot out and graved the waistband of my undies then pulled them up. “*Calzon chino*! NERD!”, then a swift, firm smack landed my big butt. The sting was immediate, shocking. My flesh wobbled.

"Ow!" I yelped, spinning around, tears pricking my eyes. "What was that for?”

"For being a spoiled brat," Angela said, her eyes glinting. "And for trying to hurt Raphael. And for these hideous panties. Honestly, *mija*, who still buys you these?"

"My mother!" I wailed, the indignity of it all finally breaking through my carefully constructed facade. A sudden warmth spread between my legs. A trickle, just a little tinckle. My bladder, under the stress and humiliation, had betrayed me. A dark, spreading stain bloomed on the front of the dorky panties, soaking the fabric.

The villagers, who had been murmuring, now erupted in open laughter. My face, already scarlet, deepened to a furious plum. I squeezed my legs together, but it was too late. I had peed myself. In front of everyone.