Tugging the string theory

"Anything and everything, really," says Daisy.

Your naked buddy swipes two fingers past Emrelle, scrolling through a panorama of her own reality. It's like watching a film strip rush by, where a nubile young arcane elf with progressive infinitesimal changes is going about infinite different days.

"String theory tells us that there are infinite possibilities, each one playing out in exponentially branching timelines," says Daisy. She pauses at a bikini-clad version of Emrelle and gives her bikini ties a tug. The bathing suit comes off in her hands. "We could strip every woman in every timeline, and always in her prime!"

"You know what I'm thinking?" you say.

"I think I know what you're thinking!" says Daisy.

You slap high-five, then she twirls around so you can slap her on the butt.

"Let's strip an eighteen-year-old Yiantra!" you both say at once.

Back before Yiantra was the fine educator she is today, back before her service to the Goddess of Female Modesty, she was a student just like any other. If you asked her, though, she was a student who was significantly <i>better</i> than any other. She was a cheerleader, after all, and there was nothing the crowds liked more than a skinny blonde elf girl shaking her pom-poms at the head of a dynamite cheer routine.

If there was one thing young Yiantra didn't like about cheerleading, it was when she had to go up on top of the cheerleader-tower. This involved getting someone to prop her up with one hand, and this hand invariably needed to go right in her business center. They even had to allow an orc girl into the cheer squad just so that they could have someone strong enough to lift her up one-handed without forcing her to tolerate a boy touching her precious elven butt. An orc wasn't much better, but she decided to stomach it for the chance to be held up in front of the whole school.</p><p>On this particular evening, the crowd was in rare form. She fed off this energy. She spelled out the letters of Dragon House at double-time, then flew right into the cheerleader-tower.

When the hand went on her butt to hoist her in the air, though, she thought it felt a little different.

"Hey, Dinga," she snapped at the orc beneath her. "Watch how you grab me! You're inside my skirt, and I can feel your nails on my..."

When she looked down, though, she realized that it wasn't Dinga holding her up this time.

You wave at her, then give her little butt a friendly squeeze.

She feels your hand close over her clothing at the small of her back. One rip, and she's lost her cheerleader outfit. Before the crowd is done gasping, you've grabbed her bra strap and freed her little jigglers. She now sits perched on your hand in nothing but a little pair of red Dragon-House underpants.

"Make some noise if you wanna see Yiantra naked!" you say.

The crowd does not disappoint.

You toss the elf girl into the air, retaining a hold on the back of her panties. She flies out of the garment and comes down in your arms.

"Hi, I'm Raider!" you say. "And this isn't the only time I'm going to show everyone your naked body!"

For a moment, Yiantra thinks you're about to kiss her. She flushes like the schoolgirl she is, closes her eyes, and leans in.

Then you confiscate her pom-poms and lift her once again by her ass to give everyone a good look.