Raider

You are the Panty Raider, bane of girls' modesty and Chosen One prophesied to deliver the world from the clutches of the Evil Queen. And right now you're in the office of Professor Yiantra, getting scolded for all the girls you stripped today.

Yiantra is a beautiful elf woman with small, pert breasts, a heart-shaped butt, and golden hair that flows around her in dynamic arrays. She's dressed in a moonlight gown that hugs her curves with unnatural precision. You don't often get to see what's under that gown, due to an arrangement you have with the faculty of the academy.

She sits behind her desk, shuffling through her papers. You and your naked comrade, Daisy, sit on the other side, waiting for her to speak. Daisy sits with her legs crossed demurely, letting her melons jiggle with every kick of her foot.

"Raider," says Yiantra. "We have to talk about your latest, uh, 'harvest'."

"Wasn't it great?" you say. "Today's theme was big butts, which is always very popular. Lots of beautiful girls in this school with a healthy dose of booty!"

"That's not what I wanted to talk about! What you did was very inappropriate!"

"But that's the deal you have!" protests Daisy, springing up and letting her breasts jump delightfully. "You agree to look the other way on us stripping the student body, and he agrees not to strip the faculty for as long as he's a student here!"

Yiantra's cheeks pinken. "Raider, you understand this is an awkward situation. We acknowledge that it's important for you to have the reagents you need to develop your magic, and trying to change a fetish mage's power source after it has developed is a losing proposition, but there are better ways to go about it. We hoped you would learn to strip your female classmates discretely, with a mind for their womanly dignity."

"I'm not following you," you say.

"When you need to harvest a girl's underwear, consider asking her politely, and then slipping them off under her skirt in a private location. Instead of ripping her clothes off up on a stage and playing ass-bongos for five minutes."

"But then no one would get to see her naked," you say.

"Don't you see how embarrassing that is for a woman?"

"...No?"

"Honey, listen," says Daisy, "the power that Raider gets out of a pair of panties seems to increase based on the emotional intensity of a chick the moment she's stripped of them. You don't get intensity from politeness."

Yiantra sighs. "I tried. That matter aside, the primary reason I brought you in here today was to inform you of the academy's decision to release you."

You exchange a glance with Daisy.

"You have come of age, and there is no more for us to teach you. It is time for you to leave this place and embrace your destiny as the Chosen One."

"So, what you're saying," you surmise, "is that I'm no longer a student here?"

"That's right."

"So your arrangement is no longer valid?" says Daisy.

"Well..." Yiantra's eyes go wide when the full implications strike her. She sees you eyeing her gown, and makes a mad dash for the door. You and Daisy chase her out into the hallway, catching the eyes of every student in the vicinity.

"Hey, everyone!" you declare, "Professor Yiantra's ass is about to make its debut!"

The gorgeous woman is running as fast as you've ever seen anyone run, but she can't outrun your magic. You draw a pair of panties from your pouch, letting it burn away in your grip as you conjure a vine out of the ceiling to snake down and snatch the elf by the ankle. She quickly finds herself suspended upside-down, her leg wrapped several times over in vine, her moonlight gown falling into her face. She tries to hold it in place, but everyone can see now that her pale, flawless ass is protected only by a thong of intricate gossamer, framing each cheek in patterns too elaborate for conventional panty-smiths.

That thong will make a good parting gift.

The crowd is gathering now, with students eager to see a professor get raided for the first time. The usual chant of "Strip her! Strip her!" starts up.

You start by ripping away her gown, revealing that she's got nothing under it but her thong. She gives a yelp and tries to cross her arms over her small breasts before anyone can see them, but the image of her tiny pink nipples is left very strong in your mind. Some of the younger kids laugh and remark on her breast size.

Next, you grab her by the thong, and yank.

Minutes later you're in the boys' dormitory, putting the finishing touches on your masterpiece. Yiantra has been shoved through a hole in the wall up to her waist so that her ass dangles out at eye level. A frame now surrounds this ass, bearing the title "Yiantra's Ass, from the Panty Raider Collection." You hear her angry shrieks through the wall as you give her cheeks a few friendly swats, then stamp her with "Stripped by the Panty Raider."

"Well, I can check that off of my bucket list," you say to Daisy. "Shall we see what the world has in store for us now?"