It's a tie!

It shouldn't even be possible for both teams to score a goal at the same time in powerball, but that's exactly what happens. Simone and the elf, whose name is Alcinda, come running up to you, panting and trying to talk over each other.

"We scored first!"

"No, we did!"

"Calm down, ladies," says Raider. "I was watching carefully, and I'm pretty sure you both scored at exactly the same time. And you know what that means."

"We... we both win?"

"Yep. And you both lose."

"So..."

"So, you both have to strip! Panties down, ladies!"

Simone and Alcinda back away. They're both standing in the middle of the powerball field clad in nothing but their shoes, their socks and their panties, clasping their hands to their boobs, surrounded by an audience of cheering boys and girls. Neither one looks very excited about having to strip down even further. "Can't we talk about this?" protests Simone.

"You know the rules."

"But we didn't even make the rules!" complains Alcinda. "This was all your idea!"

"I just said it was going to be a strip game. You didn't have to play. You could both have walked away if you wanted to. But you couldn't resist the temptation to embarrass each other. So now, here we are."

"Isn't there some way out of this?" pleads Simone. "Maybe we could toss a coin?"

"Right," whines Alcinda. "There has to be some way to break the tie."

"Hmm. Well, I wouldn't usually be so forgiving, but maybe..."

"Yes?"

"Here's the deal. You two are going to play a little game." Raider points to a deep puddle of mud, conveniently located in the middle of the field. "You see that puddle?"

"Yes?"

"Look closer."

"I don't see anything!" The two girls walk up to the edge of the puddle, peering down into its depths. As they're distracted, you sneak up behind them and push them face-first into the puddle. Raider gives you a high-five as they land with a splash, arms flailing, squealing with surprise, bare boobs sinking deep into the mud.

"Mud wrestling!" he announces. "The aim is to pull the other girl's panties off! If you keep them on you can walk away with your dignity intact, but if you lose them your whole team has to pay a really, really embarrassing forfeit. We're talking complete, long-lasting public shame in front of the whole school. How's that sound."

"I hate you, Raider!" Alcinda spits out mud, rising to her knees, her apple-sized breasts bobbing as she struggles to cover them with one hand. "I would never... eek!" Simone has grabbed her by the waist and is trying to hook her thumbs into her panties. "Damn it, Simone! I hate you more!"

"So you're playing?"

"Of course I am, you bitch!" Alcinda squirms out of Simone's grip, and succeeds in flipping her over her shoulder. "Hope you enjoy your forfeit!"

"You'll be paying the forfeit, you... eeeek!"