Stripped by her boyfriend's cat

[Elaborating a passing comment in the intro chapter, courtesy of jedevari1. I have no intentions on continuing this arc myself, but only because I don't think my writing can do it justice and urge others to follow this up.]

It was winter break Alice's senior year of high school, and she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday just two weeks prior. Finally convinced to let their daughter go out of the house unsupervised, Alice's parents let her spend one evening at her boyfriend Scott's house, but only until 11 p.m. when her father would pick her up. She planned this evening out with Scott in advance, and the two decided to watch a Netflix special.

Already in her life, Alice had been exposed so many times that she had spent almost a third of her high school days at least sometimes in the nude. Increasingly flustered at this, she wanted to pack an extra set of clothes for the date just in case fate took its toll, but her father saw right through what he considered a ruse for Scott to hook up with his daughter and vetoed that idea. Alice sighed, but took comfort in the fact that very little could go wrong with her wardrobe in the span of four hours at a normal residence.

Still, ever the cautious girl, Alice's wardrobe had increased in her time in high school. Content with just a bra and panties under her clothes during freshman and sophomore years, by the end of junior year her luck had eroded to the point where she wore a matching white set of a camisole and bloomers over her underwear, becoming a "three-layer woman" at all times except maybe the summer. To its credit, while the extra layer did not cause any increased luck with wardrobe malfunctions, it did halve the number of such malfunctions that resulted in Alice's total or partial nudity, from about twice a week to once a week. It also increased ridicule directed at the poor girl, and didn't help when her clothing as a whole was stolen - quite trivial when she was the captain of the swim team - but Alice figured that it ultimately boosted her total "time x clothing worn" proportion to be close to normal.

For this date, Alice decided to wear a black sports bra and boy shorts, her camisole and bloomers, a white t-shirt and gray tights, and a cream-colored Christmas sweater with a red pattern and matching knitted knee-high socks. With her hair in a ponytail and her face lightly made up, Alice looked positively sexy except for some wrinkly bloomers on her thighs under the tights - not much a problem when Scott and the rest of the school had seen pretty much all of her quite often, and well worth the peace of mind the bloomers gave Alice.

Alice soon rung the bell to Scott's place, and Scott led her to the living room couch while they sat down. Everything was nicely decorated - minimalist and positively bourgeois - and an HDTV faced the couch. Alice noticed a giant orange tabby cat sleeping on top of a cat tree put up against the wall. At the bottom of the tree was a scratching pole, split in half by abutting the sturdy leg of a table. The half facing the wall was a smooth piled green wool surface, while the half facing the room was a tattered assortment of almost colorless light-green thin threads barely hanging on to the backing.

"So, I see you have a cat," Alice started the conversation.

"Yeah, that's Garfield," Scott pointed to the fabulous feline, "don't worry, though, he won't eat your lasagna" as the two laughed and began their comedy special, Alice tucking her legs to her chest and leaning into Scott, eventually adjusting her position so that her knees were more level and abutting Scott's stomach. Halfway through the special, Garfield woke up and jumped off the tree, walking up to the couple and meowing assertively.

"Hey buddy," Scott called to him, "would you like to meet Alice?"

"Hi kitty..." Alice said all cutesy while she offered her hand for the curious cat to smell. Garfield jumped on the couch, sniffed Alice's hand, and walked up to her horizontal thighs, lying on them and stretching out so that his forepaws were on Alice's butt. She noticed during his stretching that his claws were extremely sharp, almost like little scythes. Alice started petting Garfield, who started purring and kneading Alice's butt. Alice noticed that Garfield started to dig his claws into her posterior. Chuckling, she just pulled them out whenever she could, but Garfield was too persistent. Eventually, she felt a claw pass through her tights, her bloomers, her boy shorts, and poke her butt directly.

"Ow!" she said, pulling it out and raising the offending paw up "Bad cat!" she admonished the still-purring Garfield.