Faith 3: Attempted drowning averted

With her pinned arms and head now free, Mia sat up, gasped for air, and rubbed her face as if nearly tearing it off might erase where it had just been. Mia spat, “Next time, ask someone before drowning them in pussy, you freakin’ perv!”

Everyone stood up, and as Faith was about to quip back, an all-too-familiar sound graced all of their ears.

Shwiiiiiik. Mia’s outfit was again sliced by a pair of invisible magic scissors. The left sleeve of her long-sleeved shrug was detached around the seam of her shoulder. Since it wasn’t a particularly important part of her outfit, she reacted in frustration with another complaint instead of keeping her temper under control.

Mia grumbled, “Can’t even verbally defend myself when someone assaults me?” She cracked her knuckles and continued, “I wonder if the game’s gonna punish me for giving you a knuckle sandwich?”

Shwiiiiiik. Another sleeve detached and her long-sleeved shrug instantly became a small sleeveless vest.

Faith responded while backing away, “I was just trying to help Luce. You should’ve said something!”

Mia caught a glimpse of the red handprint on Lucy’s ass as the pink-haired girl struggled to push her dress down into place.

Lucy squeaked in embarrassment when she realized what the blast of air had done to her dress. The laced up bodice was all bunched up and tangled with itself now. It was unable to be pushed down further than a ring around the bottom of her rib cage, so her dress rested several inches higher than usual. Until she decided to detangle and re-lace the whole thing Lucy was going to be showing off a lot of leg. Fixing the dress would likely require her to wiggle all the way out of it, so she opted to just pull it as far down as she could and hide from the spotlight as Faith and Mia continued fighting.

Mia pointed at the ass handprint as Lucy barely covered it with her shortened dress. Mia said, “Oh, you’re right, she clearly needed a lot more help! Guess I’ll go ahead and just let you smother me with your titanic ass next time. And while I’m at it, I’ll go ahead and chew through my own panties so I can eat you out, too!”

Shwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik. Mia desperately felt around and twisted so she could find out what just got sliced. She couldn’t quite see, but a large oval of salmon-colored fabric on the ground behind her told the whole story. The entire seat of her short shorts, gone.

Mia blushed and wanted to cover the brand new hole with her hands, but needed those for clobbering Faith.

Faith started to say, “I bet you’d just love that, wouldn’t you?...”

But, Sophie finally leapt into action and got between her two arguing friends. With a girl at the end of each outstretched arm, Sophie separated Mia and Faith before things turned to fisticuffs.

Sophie asserted, “Alright, it was an accident, Mia! Quit yappin’! Or do you prefer your outfit origami style?”

Mia opened her mouth as if to protest, but mulled it over for a second and ultimately scampered behind the kitchen counter in a huff with her hands covering the hole in her shorts.

Not much actual skin was on show back there, but that didn’t mean she was at all comfortable with what was framed within the oval-shaped hole of her salmon short shorts.

The leggings were formfitting, nearly skin colored, and stretched skintight over the contours of her butt. Normally, they’d be less obscene with her own modest undergarments. Since Mia had been magically gifted Sophie’s high-waisted thong, her garments, both under and outer, were nestled just about as deep into the cleft of her butt cheeks as they could possibly go.

The missing leg on her left side was torn higher than she thought, so Mia could actually feel bare skin on the very edge of the oval. About a quarter of one butt cheek was visible through the round ass window of her shorts.

As Mia was trying to extract as much fabric from her buttcrack as she could in the private corner behind the kitchen counter, Faith and Lucy were flipping the couch back upright.

Once she diffused the situation and Mia scurried off defeated, Sophie squeaked and yanked her jeans back up from around her ankles. As she wriggled her own butt back into her tight jeans, Sophie was given a correction.

“Kirigami style,” Lucy said matter-of-factly.

“Wh-what?” asked Sophie as she finally squeezed her big booty back into her snug pants.

“Origami is just folding. Kirigami uses cuts and stuff,” explained Lucy as she respectfully averted her eyes from Sophie’s behind.

“Well thank you Miss Smartypants,” replied Sophie with a sarcastic tone.

“Oh jeez, she’s a weeb…” said Faith as she backed away like Lucy might infect her with a zombie bite.

Lucy twirled her pink hair around one finger and fluttered her eyelashes jokingly. She said, “Yeah… You’re looking at someone with a two hundred day streak on Duolingo Japan. Admit it, you’re impressed.”

Mia interrupted from the kitchen by saying, with a completely neutral tone, “Alright Faith can we play the game now? Please and thank you.”

Mia stayed in the kitchen and everyone else retook their seats. While they didn’t immediately check the cards, their heads were back in the game. They passed some of their recent cards around and each put two and two and two and two together of the events over the last few minutes.

Sophie took charge and vocalized their findings since she was the board gamer and she bore witness to it all. She said, “So, the vent thing must’ve been Lucy’s Wind Advisory. Unless your guys’ A/C normally works like a mega leaf blower?”

Lucy squinted, nodded, and checked the thermostat while Sophie explained the rest, then retook her seat.

Sophie continued, “We all know Faith is spank happy, and my…” Sophie gulped before continuing, “pants keep falling down. Mia’s face full of Faith must be Hands-On Collision+. And the couch falling over might’ve had something to do with her Oops-a-Dai–”

Mia interrupted, “Yup, we all know that my punishments are really bad, now can we just pull your card already so that when it makes us all swap shirts this time, you guys can have this glorified paper snowflake and I can go change or something?”

Mia winced, expecting and receiving another slice.

Shwiiik. A slice vertically up the back of her tank top.

Mia felt around and it wasn’t too bad back there, all things considered. Her tank top was nearly in shreds at this point, with a big cleavage heart, five horizontal slices on each side, a big square ab window, and now one vertical line up half of her spine. Her long-sleeved shrug had been reduced to a small sleeveless vest, so she slid off the detached tubes of fabric. Mia thought about tying them together to cover her big oval butt window, but ultimately decided that she’d see what happens with the event and change bottoms after. Mia discarded the sleeves on the kitchen counter.

The other three girls were reading Faith’s options and awaiting the redhead’s decision. Her three green event cards were titled ‘Wheel of Whimsy’, ‘Winds of No Changing’, and ‘Parcel Party’.