The Chronicles of the Panty Raider

This story begins in the Underground Academy. It is in these halls, carved deep within the mountains, that one of the Evil Queen's last remaining threats works to maintain its traditions. This is the order of the Fetish Magi. These eldritch mystics are each linked to a subject of power, their "fetish," which they can expend to channel potent magics. Professor Yiantra, as beautiful as she is wise, possesses a fetish in clocks that gives her an unmatched command over temporal matters. Headmaster Venn, as old as the hills and twice as stalwart, has a fetish in blades that he uses to great martial effect. But prophesy speaks of a Chosen One who will surpass them all and, if the gods will it, break the hold that the Queen has over the land.

This Chosen One is the Panty Raider.

"Out of my way!" screamed Cinthea. "He's right behind me!"

The tall, rust-haired elf sprinted down the halls of the academy, buffering students as she passed. She was a striking specimen, with lean, shapely muscles, pristine locks that flowed down her back, and a butt that could crack a coconut. This butt was contained in a pair of shorts that was tight enough to show a panty line, topped with a matching tee that did a poor job of steadying her apple-sized breasts. Her schoolmates noted as she passed that she was already down a shoe and sock.

Cinthea looked over her shoulder as she rounded a corner, giving a yelp when she saw that the Raider was even closer than she thought. It was only this glance that allowed her to jerk her hips forward at the last second, barely keeping her shorts out of his grasp.

"Who wants to see Cinthea get naked?" said the Raider, casting his boyish grin to the gathered students.

There were three general reactions to Raider. First, there were the girls who disapproved of the way he "harvested" the academy's female population for the underpants he needed to cast his spells. They would give him looks and shake their heads, but were mostly glad that it wasn't them this time. Second were the girls who had actually learned to find Raider charming, taking their occasional defrocking in good humor and cheering on his pursuit of the other girls. Third were the boys, mostly the younger generation with few role models to look up to after a surprising portion of the male population was lost in the Queen's War. To them, the Raider was a hero.

"Looks like you've got a lot of fans here, Cinth!" said Raider. "You don't want to let them down, do you?"

"Piss off!" said Cinthea. "You won't..."The elf glanced behind herself at a bad moment, her bare foot catching the edge of another student's bag and sending her tumbling end over end. She landed face-down on the floor, and the Raider was on her in an instant.

"Alright, let's see what kind of underwear we're dealing with..."

"No, wait!"

Raider grabbed her by the shirt, yanking it up over her head to pin her arms in place. She struggled to her feet, trying to liberate herself while a plain white bra jiggled about to delight the onlookers. A chant of "Strip her! Strip her!" broke out, and Raider grabbed her by the shorts and yanked down. When she finally came free of her shirt, she found herself standing in the middle of a crowded hall in nothing but her bra and a pair of white panties with the words "You wish" printed across the butt. Her face went bright red as she dashed, screaming, through the closest door.

The door shut behind her and she propped her half-nude body against it. She was in the girls' room now, a place that even the Panty Raider was decent enough to stay out of. She breathed a sigh of relief and began contemplating ways to get some clothes. Then a stall door opened, and Daisy appeared.

Daisy was a dark elf, with pitch-black skin, red eyes, and stark white hair cut to ear level. She was also butt-naked, flaunting a bubble-butt and a pair of grapefruits that elf girls can generally only dream of. The story was that Raider caught her infiltrating the academy to him one night, and after a series of humiliating public exposures, she learned to enjoy her nudity and became Raider's closest ally.

Cinthea swallowed.

"I see a bra and I see panties," said Daisy, grinning like a hyena. "That means that the job isn't done, honey."

"Daisy, come on!" said Cinthea. "There are boys out there!"

"There sure are! Pro tip: They like it when you shake your desserts like this..." She demonstrated by waggling her generous endowment from side to side.

"I am not shaking my 'desserts' for them!"

"Well, I am, so get used to it, honey."

Daisy yanked the bra from Cinthea's body in one motion, exposing a pair of breasts tipped with nipples that matched the surrounding skin well enough to be almost invisible. Cinthea yelped and made a grab for it, leaving her open to be spun around, her arms pinned behind her, and shoved out the door again. The cheering students were treated to a shake-shake of her moneymakers before Daisy let her go and shoved the door shut behind her. The topless elf struggled to push her way back in for a few tantalizing seconds before she gave up and turned to face Raider.

"Wait," she said, crossing her arms over her breasts. "Let's talk about this..."

There was nothing to talk about. Raider's hand darted out and seized her by the front of the panties. Time stood still long enough for her to look from her doomed garment to the Raider and back, then he ripped them free. The students cheered at the sight of her pristine pussy and shapely ass. The elf screamed, not sure which to hide first. Raider held his prize aloft and then shoved it into his pouch.

"Friends!" said Raider. "This is a landmark occasion! With Cinthea successfully panty-raided, I have now officially stripped every girl of appropriate age in the academy! Daisy, my stamp!"

"Not the stamp!" said Cinthea.

Raider took Cinthea by the arm, hauling her up from where she was trying to keep herself covered and tipping her over his knee. She squirmed frantically to free herself, to no avail. Raider traced a finger around her buttocks, allowing the crowd to appreciate the way they flexed in and out, and a naked Daisy emerged from the girls' room to present him with a large rubber stamp. The students gave him a countdown of "Three... two... one!" and Raider stamped the words "Stripped by the Panty Raider" in red letters on the elf's ass.

Cinthea sprang to her feet, grabbed her body with both arms, and took off running. She was followed by stares, whistles, and laughter all the way back to her dormitory.

This is the story of the Panty Raider.