Dungeons and Dalliances

7.74 – Slime III

With their fate decided, there was little to do but get to the thick of it. 'The thick of it' being Cheri's request for Vanetta to strip Natalie, then to strip Vanetta herself.

"What kind of order is that, anyway?" Vanetta mumbled. "Why would you want me to strip her? I get you wanting to do it to me, but, what, you're some kind of voyeur?"

"Guilty," Cheri singsonged in the least abashed tone Natalie had ever heard. "A voyeur, among a lot of other things. But if you're gonna call me a pervert for liking girls getting naked, you're gonna run out of vocabulary really fast, today."

Vanetta huffed, then stalked over to Natalie. In an effort to mask her embarrassment, she pointedly ignored the slimegirl standing a few feet away. Her hands jerked up to reach behind Natalie where the strings holding her bra on were, but she hesitated. Only for a second, though, before forcing herself into motion.

Untying them, she peeled Natalie's metal bra off and tossed it to the side.

"Hey! What was that? Be sexy about it. Go slow. And use your teeth or something."

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"If you're gonna pull semantics on me, I might do the same. Obviously I wanted it to be a show."

Vanetta turned a glare toward Cheri. But it was a fair threat. Earnestness for earnestness. She turned the glare to Natalie next.

"I haven't even done anything," Natalie defended.

"Yeah, but you're enjoying it. Don't pretend you aren't."

"And that makes me guilty, somehow?"

"Yes. It does." Dropping to her knees, Vanetta eyed the left half of the strings keeping her lower armor on. "How am I supposed to use my teeth to undo a knot?"

Slipping a hand into Vanetta's hair and giving it a ruffle—which really turned up the heat on the glare—Natalie said, "You're a rogue. Dexterity's your whole thing. I believe in you."

Okay, so maybe she was guilty. She might be enjoying this more than a bit. Cheri had been the one to make the demand, though. It wasn't like Natalie had ordered Vanetta to make a show about stripping her.

Wait. Was the dungeon trying to set her up again? First it had been the vines, dropping an addled Vanetta in front of her without satisfying her themselves. Now it was Cheri, a much more sapient manifestation of the dungeon, who was deliberately egging the girl on.

Natalie shook her head. She didn't want to exist in a world where the dungeon was her wingman. The idea was too weird to cope with.

But maybe she would give a small prayer of thanks, seeing how Vanetta was currently on her knees, trying to remove her armor with just her mouth, lips brushing against the bare skin of her upper waist.

As it turned out, rogues were great with all dexterity tasks, no matter the part of their body. While it took a few tries, Vanetta pulled apart the—admittedly not securely-done—knot and tugged it loose, using only her teeth, tongue, and lips. Natalie's lower armor lifted up slightly, her erection pushing the metal, cup sliding forward to dangle on her tip now that it was only secured by one-half of the strings.

The second knot came undone about as quickly as the first, and when finished, Cheri was visibly fanning herself. Vanetta turned to look at her, and the slime girl began bouncing on her heels while giving her two thumbs up. Natalie suspected she knew how gratifying the image was to her spectators. Bouncing tits were great, but bouncing gooey tits were … even more amazing.

With a beaming smile, Cheri said, "See? Wasn't it more fun that way? Though I'm still mad about the bra … I guess I'll let it pass."

"Oh, quiet," Vanetta growled, visibly flustered by the encouragement—or at having to put on a show for a stranger. Natalie had wondered how she would handle this, a stranger thrown into the mix, but thankfully, it seemed she was fine. Maybe because they would likely never see Cheri again, so anything that happened would stay between her and Natalie.

Tugging off Natalie's gloves and boots, she fulfilled the first half of her task to strip her teammate bare.

"My turn!"

As Cheri skipped two steps over to Vanetta, Natalie couldn't help but be reminded of a wolf homing in on a rabbit—no matter how much the image shouldn't have fit those two characters. Vanetta retreated a step, but Cheri tossed herself at the rogue, knocking the two of them over, ending up with a slimegirl perched atop a fully armored rogue.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" Vanetta stammered at the rough treatment, or maybe because Cheri wasted no time in beginning to grope her. Though her leather armor was of traditional delver make, meaning not especially revealing or thin, Cheri clearly delighted in grabbing two handfuls of the girl's modest tits through the clothing.

Natalie watched with quiet interest, admittedly excited to see where this was going—though she wouldn't confess any such thing to Vanetta.

"I've never seen armor like this before," Cheri cheerfully lied. "So I'm getting a feel for how it works! Totally innocent, I promise." Squeezing, rolling, and pushing Vanetta's tits together, she made no effort in substantiating her fiction, being as indulgent as possible in feeling the other girl up.

Only when Vanetta stammered out, "Use the buttons, idiot!" did Cheri's eyes widen in fake surprise.

"Oh. Is that how you get it off? That makes sense."

Vanetta might have diverted Cheri's attention away from groping her, but now she was being stripped—which, by the redness on her face, was a mistake. Not that she really had an out; it had to happen. She looked at Natalie, a pleading expression on her face, though their eye contact lasted only a second before the rogue overheated and turned her gaze toward the ceiling instead. She placed her forearm over her eyes and submitted to her fate.

Cheri took her time stripping the last clothed girl in the room, peeling each piece off with fanfare—and gratuitous amounts of groping. When it came time for the last piece, her panties, she grabbed them by the teeth and tugged them off slowly, giving a firm nuzzle with her nose between the girl's legs as a parting gift, something that drew a gasp from the other girl. Vanetta lifted her hips and brought her knees together to help allow the removal of the garment, and Cheri slipped the final piece of fabric away and tossed it aside.

"There," the slimegirl declared, gently slapping Vanetta straight on the pussy—making the girl's hips jump upward in surprise and with an exclamation of outrage. "Nice and naked, as you should be."

Standing, she offered Vanetta a hand up. Though overwhelmed, the rogue accepted it and rose to her feet. Natalie knew the girl well enough that she could tell she was fighting the urge to cover her chest and between her legs with her hands. Knowing they were a bit beyond that option, she settled with forcing a stoic look, but with less success than usual.

"I get to ask a question now," Vanetta said, injecting annoyance into her voice to combat how obviously flustered she was. "So. Lust and Malice. Who are they?"