Originally Posted to Deviantart on January 31, 2018.
All characters depicted are 18 or older.
“Hit and run, Pidgey! Sand Attack, now!” Mia shouts while throwing her hand up into the air.
“Pidgeeeeeey!!!” The bird shrieks, swiftly taking to the air and outmaneuvering the colossal rock beast. It charges fearlessly, and the tiny feathered warrior flaps its wings near the ground to kick up sand into the eyes of the clumsy monster.
“Rrrrraaaaa,” the snake beast shuts its eyes giving a wince-inducing roar.
“Great work, Pidgey! Now return!” The petite blonde shouts, raising her red and white ball. A thin, red laser emits from the center button, and engulfs Pidgey. Mia grips a different ball in her hand and declares, “You’re finished now! I choose you! Squirtle!” The new ball bursts into a bright light, and soon a small, blue turtle appears, leaning forward and sticking it’s little claws out.
“Squirtle Squirtle,” it yips.
Mia drives one foot in the ground and proudly points at the stone serpent. “Alright Squirtle, that creep doesn’t stand a chance! Hit it with Water Gun!”
“Squirtle!” The turtle nods in response and leaps into the air. It unleashes a torrent of water that violently crashes into the face of the monster. As the liquid coats its long body, it coils and growls furiously.
“ROOOOOOOO,” it winces in pain before collapsing.
“We did it, Squirtle!” Mia cheers, running up to her loyal companion and eagerly wrapping her arms around the turtle.
“Squirtle!”
“I knew we could do it! You’re the best!” She says brightly, picking up the turtle and spinning around.
Then new words start flashing on the television screen, reading: “Enemy Onyx fainted! Mia has defeated Gym Leader Brock!”
“This has got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen,” I shake my head. I have no idea what Mia or Amber see in this game. To me, it’s just a lame waste of time for little kids.
Mia slowly pulls the virtual reality helmet off her head, revealing her frown. “I thought it was fun… It felt like I was really there!”
“Even if you don’t like the game, you at least have to admit the tech is pretty cool,” Amber says, sitting in her computer chair near me. “How many other VR games are going to use voice commands like that?”
“Yeah but, like, they couldn’t have picked a cooler game to do it with? One that’s actually challenging?” I say, shrugging at them. “Where’s that one where you’re a swordsman? I bet that world would be cool to explore, and that game doesn’t just wait for you to outsmart it!”
Amber shakes her head and laughs. “Taylor, there’s more to Pokemon than what you’re seeing. This is like, the start of the game. It’s supposed to be easy here, but it gets a lot harder later.”
I have to put my fist in front of my face. That’s a joke, Amber knows it. “Oh let me guess, that little turtle has to spray water on,” I fake a gasp and put a hand over my mouth. “THREE rocks? Oh, Mia, you’re a pro player! You should stream this game!”
Mia frowns again, looking at her feet. In a sheepish voice, she says “I dunno… I can’t beat the last guy…I think it’s kinda hard.”
Amber puts a hand on Mia’s shoulder and looks her in the eye, “Hey, don’t let her talk you out of your fun like that!” Then her vindictive eyebrows narrow in my direction. “Seriously, after a while, it’s almost more like chess than rock paper scissors.”
I can’t help it now, I laugh at her. “Oh please, I bet I could beat the ‘hardest’ challenges in this game in my sleep!” I smirk as I throw my air quotes up. I’ve gotta do something about these two. I can’t just let them pretend this game is hard.
“Is that so?” Amber smirks at me. I know that look, it’s the kind she gives when she wants to gamble. “Then how about you back that up? With a little… strip game?”
My eyes widen slightly at the suggestion. A strip game? I put a hand to my chin and bite my lip. I don’t actually play Pokemon, but I know my friends sink hours into it. It looks easy. Really easy. A smirk soon grows on my face. I know what happens if I win.
“Sure, I’ll show you this game is just for little kids. I’ll flatten any challenge you throw at me,” I say, waving my hand at both of them.
“Any challenge, huh?” Amber says, as she looks away to the corner of the room.
Mia moved a hand over her mouth in surprise. “Uh oh, are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”
Amber is silent for a few minutes. Then, she grins at me. “Alright, I’ve got an idea. Name your difficulty,” she heads towards a shelf she has, containing various other games. I can tell there are many, and a lot of them are from the same series. There’s a lot of work to do here.
“My difficulty?” I laugh again. “Let the panties hit the floor!”
Amber’s eyes widen in surprise, and Mia gasps in shock. I love the look on their faces. They think they need to worry about me, and I cannot wait to prove them wrong.
“You sure you wanna do that?” Amber asks, letting her fingers glide along the back of the smooth plastic cases. “None of us have ever won a strip game at that level before, you know.”
“Taylor, don’t do it! I know what she’s thinking of!” Mia says, waving her arms ahead of me.
I raise an eyebrow at Mia’s reaction. She should want to see me lose more than Amber does. And yet here she is, warning me. Still, I’m not backing down.
“Oh Mia, I have to do this! If you’re gonna play a video game, you should be playing a challenging one! Friends don’t let friends play games like this!” I look back at Amber. “I’m going for it.”
Amber grins and reaches towards her shelf to pick out a game. “Alright, you asked for it! I think…. this one has a good spot for it.” She plucks a small cartridge out from the case and inserts it into the game system. She takes a handheld from the small dock attached to the TV, before presenting it to Mia. “You remember how I set it up last time?”
Mia blushes some and nods in response. “Y-yeah.”
“Get the gear, and go to the giant chasm, and look for…” Amber pauses for a moment, and gives a wicked grin, and leaned into Mia’s ear. She whispers something that I can’t clearly hear. Mia looks surprised by whatever Amber is telling her, and she slowly nods while booting up the game.
I smirk. The games are easy. They always are. That little “E” on the box art tells me everything I need to know. “Alright, so what do I have to do.”
Amber reaches for her phone and begins scrolling through the screen. “You will have thirty tries to capture a specific Pokemon. All you have to do is throw Poke Balls at it. Every time it escapes, you have to take something off. If you’re naked and it escapes again, then a piece of clothing is forfeit and you can’t put it back on.” she laughs.
“And what happens if,” I smirk. “Oh excuse me, WHEN I catch this thing?” I cross my arms and smirk right back at Amber.
“IF you catch it, then Mia and I will strip naked,” the brunette says.
“Ha! Beating you at your own game is going to make this worth it!” I cross my arms and have a seat on Amber’s bed.
Amber seems just as arrogant as I am as she presents her phone to me. “This is your target.”
I lean forward to take a look over the screen. Even though I’ve never played Pokemon, there are some that I recognize. This isn’t one of them. I’m not even sure what it’s supposed to be, or what kind of animal it’s meant to look like. It’s a big, cobalt stone thing with legs. The top of it is flat, and there’s a big silver X on its face.
“I’m catching a table?” I say, fighting off a laugh. “It looks so dumb!”
“That ‘table’ is one of the most difficult Pokemon to catch,” Amber says as she puts her phone away.
“Yeah, uh huh, I’m sure it is,” I crack my knuckles. “Get ready to get naked!”
Mia is still playing the game, diligently setting things up. I guess the table thing has a rare chance to appear. While I wait, Amber makes me take inventory of my clothes. She insists that I wear my shoes over my socks and that I’ll need the buffer. Besides my footwear, I’m dressed for a slumber party. Dark green camouflage sweatpants hug my waist, while an oversized blue t-shirt sits on top of my shoulders.
“You have some panties and a bra on, right?” Amber says as she sets an empty laundry basket on the floor near me.
“That’s for me to know, and you to never find out,” I lock my fingers together and crack my knuckles. “Cause I’m gonna catch that table thing in one try.”
“Oh! I found one!” Mia squeaks triumphantly. She blushes a little, “Um, are you sure you wanna try to catch it? I think you have better odds of getting a shi-” Her voice is muffled when Amber puts a hand over her mouth, and the console is taken from her.
“You did your part Mia,” Amber giggles, and turns to me. “You’re going to catch it with this thing in TV mode, so that way you can’t lie and say you caught it.” She places the console back in its dock, projecting the game onto the screen. My target, the blue table thing stood there, staring at the player character. Amber hands me a controller and shows me how to get to the inventory to throw a Pokeball. There’s nothing else to it. No strategy or skill involved, I just have to throw Pokeballs until I catch it. I have twenty-nine more tries that I need.
“Get ready to get naked,” I declare to my friends, as I push the button. The player character throws the ball at the table thing, a light flashes, and takes it inside. “Ha! Didn’t even take ten seconds! I told you this game was for-”
The ball suddenly burst as my target escapes capture, reappearing on the screen. My first is a quick fail.
“Spoke a little too soon?” Amber laughs. “Well, you know the rules. You have to take something off. How about each shoe counts as an individual item?”
“Oh ho ho!” I glance at her, setting the controller down. “That was just bad luck, I don’t need your handicap!” I lift my legs up off the floor and press the toe of one shoe into the heel of the other. A little thud soon follows, while my newly freed foot applies pressure to the other heel. My sock-clad feet return to the floor, sweeping my shoes to the side. With my socks visible, I wiggle my toes through them. “Take a good look, that’s as close as you’re getting.”
Both my friends watch as I pick up the controller again, and make my character toss another ball. Like before, the blue monster is engulfed in light. I don’t even get to say a word before it immediately burst into freedom.
“Harder than you thought, isn’t it?” Amber winks at Mia, earning a giggle from our younger friend. “Want to call each sock a single item?”
“Pff, this isn’t hard. It’s annoying,” I say, not letting my smile falter. Once again, I set the controller aside, and slide my finger into one of my socks. The fabric is tugged outward and down, and my foot slips out of its secure cover. I toss my sock over to the shoes, and soon after, the other sock joined the small pile. My feet are bare now, and I’m more aware of it when the uncovered skin makes contact with the tickling fabrics of the carpeting, but I’ve only lost small pieces. It won’t be long before they’re the ones getting stripping down!
Still, there’s a small bit of doubt in my mind. Did I just charge head-on into a trap? Was I challenging a random number generator? Could I really lose?
“What’s the matter? Run out of little things to take off?” Amber taunts me with her arms crossed.
“Nope, just enjoying your carpet. It feels nice! Too bad I’ll have my socks back on soon,” I pick up the controller again and resume playing. My body leans toward the screen, and I’m a little worried because as Amber says, I have no footwear anymore. Something bigger could have to go next. I shake my head. It’s an easy game. I put a determined look back on my face and prepare to toss the next Pokeball. With a push of a button, I lob the next ball at the table thing.
It immediately escapes again.
Amber starts giggling. Mia soon follows. I can feel a warmth begin to build up on my face. The giggles are only getting louder. My toes clench, as I look up at both of them.
“That’s another fail!” Mia chirps.
“Yep! Come on, Taylor. Either your shirt or your pants, but something’s coming off next,” Amber towers over me. “Won’t be long before we get to see your pan-ties!” She laughs.
I want to wipe that smile off her face. “Oh I’ll admit, that this is looking bad, but luck based games like this can turn on anybody,” I say. I reluctantly set the controller aside. Both Mia and Amber lean in expectantly. My hands reach for the hemline of my shirt, and I close my eyes. I can feel warmth leave my body as I reveal my tummy. The subtle sounds of straining fabric are deafening to me. My shirt is coming off, and I’m becoming more undressed. More exposed.
They can see my bra once my shirt is in the pile. I’m more aware of the air in the room. It’s a little cooler than I thought. My pulse is steadily increasing, and my face feels hotter. Half of the clothes on my body are gone now.
“That is such a cute bra!” Mia said. “I love the pink color! I’ve never seen you wear that one before!”
“Yeah Taylor, I didn’t think we’d get to see it since you’re so good at these games and all,” Amber adds. “Warm enough in here for you? I can turn up the heat a little if you like.”
“Sh-shut up!” I growl as I snatch the controller. “You’ve had your last laugh!” I look at the brightly colored buttons. Part of me thinks I should back out. This is likely rigged. Amber probably has me trying to catch a Pokemon that simply can’t be caught. But then I look worse if I do that. Just a little luck. That’s all I need. I toss another ball.
It wobbles once. It wobbles a second time. I lean forward and a smile appears on my face. “I have you now!” The ball burst open. In seconds, my smile changes to a hanging jaw.
More maddening giggles flood my ears.
“Hmm, looks like it escaped again,” Amber has a sly look on her face, knowing I’m in trouble.
“That means… something else has to come off!” Mia puts her hands over her mouth to control her laughter.
I’m cringing. I can’t help but feel that the game is rigged. I’ve failed four times now, but I have to stay calm. I can still win. My hands ball into fists as I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me. I slowly rise to my feet, and give a light laugh, “well, I guess you did pick something worthy of ‘let the panties hit the floor,’ didn’t you?”
“And you thought the game was going to be easy,” Amber laughs. “Time to see those panties!”
My face feels hot from taking clothes off, but I don’t have a choice. Part of me thinks I’ve already lost, continuing the game is just a formality. I’m taking everything off, we’re just pretending there’s a chance I don’t have to. Well, there’s still a chance. I could catch that thing and win back my clothes. I have to keep going. This is probably some obscure spot late in the game that actually has some teeth, nothing more.
My sweatpants swiftly slide to my ankles. I quickly kick them to the rest of my clothes, so I don’t make a show out of this. I hope my haste can keep attention off my panties, but I hear my friends laughing. It’s obvious why they’re reacting that way. The sweatpants made me look tough. The thin cotton fabric presents a pink hue to the room, and it betrays my tomboy look.
My knees wobble inwards, as my underwear becomes my only wear. I can feel the air of the room all over my body, and thin pieces of fabric are the only thing separating me from defeat.
“Oh my, what a cute pair!” Amber leans in to look closer at my hips. “They really cling to you just right, don’t they?”
Mia leans in too. I can tell she’s blushing, though it can’t be half as bad as my blush. I’m the one who’s losing layer after layer. “I like them! Where did you find those?”
I bite my lip and try to avoid eye contact. “I um… they had to be special ordered. There’s a site with a lot of great lingerie.” To tell the truth, I don’t care how they look, but they’re really comfortable. However, they only provide a tactile comfort. Those panties, along with my bra, are far from proper cover. A lot of my skin is visible now, with very little of my body being up for imagination.
I return to sitting on the bed, the cloudy blankets gently caressing my exposed legs. Without my sweatpants, my legs feel cooler, save for one particular spot. I fidget a little and curl my toes when I notice. My heart’s beating faster, my breathing is getting deeper, and what remains of my clothing feels more restrictive. I’m getting aroused, and just thinking about it is making this worse.
“Ooh, you were quick to sit down,” Amber says to me. Then she glances at Mia, “I guess she wants to take those off.” Her friend giggles in response, and they both turn back to the screen.
“Th-that’s not happening,” I say. I grip the controller in preparation. That stupid table thing is making everything worse. I have to put an end to this before I lose any more clothing. My character tosses another Pokeball. It wobbles once before bursting.
My friends are laughing harder this time, but I’m not paying attention to it. I’m motionless. This can’t be happening. This game is supposed to be for kids. It’s supposed to be easy! And yet here I am, losing every piece of clothing on my body. There’s no way for me to influence what’s happening. I don’t have any control.
“Oooh! We’re going to see some naughty parts, Mia!” Amber has a grin on her face as she pulls Mia into a half-hug while pointing at me.
“Heh heh, yeah! Five straight misses!” Mia blushes but is still smiling. Why is she blushing but Amber isn’t?
“Alright, alright. Just hang on, your stupid table thing is on a roll,” I said, as I wrap an arm around my chest. I reach behind my back, trying to undo the clasp of my bra. My eyes find their way to the floor, and I can only feel my body trembling. Goosebumps run along the back of my arms, as reality sinks in.
The clasp is undone, and my bra becomes slack. My hand is the only thing keeping my bra from the floor, and I’m hesitating. I can’t even look at my friends right now because I’m so embarrassed. The bra slowly moves away from my breasts, finally liberating them from the confining cups. Feeling the air licking my erect nipples sends another shock through me, and I tremble a little more. I toss my clothing to the collection, nearly completing it.
My arms wrap around my chest while I finally start to hear the giggling of my friends, laughing at how quickly my confident posture turns into an embarrassed hunch. I’m leaning forward, trying to seem as small as possible.
Amber picks up the controller and holds it in front of me. “You still have twenty-five more tries and one more piece of clothing!”
“Twenty-five!?” I gasp while looking up at her. I’m one fail away from losing everything, how much further can I go?
“Oooh, ready to admit Pokemon’s not so easy?” Mia smirks at me. Of all people, it’s little Mia smirking at ME. I can’t lose like this, but it seems like I can’t win!
“N-not a chance!” I yank the controller from Amber. “Y-you obviously rigged this, but I’m still gonna beat you!”
“Oh? Hardly,” Amber casually returns to a seat next to Mia and puts an arm around the petite girl. “You know what difficulty you picked, so I thought of something to match it. There’s still a lot of tries to go! You’ve only missed five times so far, the game’s just getting started!”
I give a little growl and focus on the screen. I hold the controller higher up, so I can block the view of my breasts with my wrists. It’s at this moment I’m actually glad the game is turn-based, my near nudity is distracting, and it would be a lot harder to play anything I actually consider to be challenging. However, I’m at the mercy of luck.
I take a deep breath. My panties are all that’s left. The only clothing remaining on my body. I can’t afford to fail. Another fail means they win. This game isn’t showing mercy. My legs squeeze together impulsively. It’s like I’m hugging my panties. Promising them they aren’t going anywhere. My thumb hovers over the A button. I take a deep breath. There’s a tiny clack.
The Pokeball bounces on the ground. I cross my fingers. It wobbles once. “Come on,” I whisper. Another wobble. Please, PLEASE stay! It shakes a third time. Almost.
It bursts.
The words “Shoot, it was so close too!” appear on the screen. Color drains from my face. “No way…” the controller slips from my hands.
“That’s fail number six, Taylor!” Amber says, approaching me from one side.
“Uh huh! You know what that meeeeeans!” Mia snickers from the opposite direction.
My hands are still in the controller holding position, and my eyes are wide. Six fails in a row. I have failed six times in a row. My breathing is heavy. I can feel hot blush on my face. Even worse, there’s a warmth between my legs. I’m paying for all the time I spent talking down this game.
“I know…” I say as I close my eyes. With a sigh of defeat, I stand up. Both Amber and Mia are sitting to my left and right, respectively. There’s nothing hiding my curves. My panties feel a little tighter than they normally do. Almost as if they don’t want to let go. Everyone is silent as my thumbs slide into the waistband. I bite my lip while pushing the last of my cover away. My panties cling to my thighs in feeble resistance.
The final piece of clothing falls to my ankles, allowing me to literally take the final step towards complete and utter nudity. I look down at the little piece of cotton, calling out to me, missing me, and begging me to put it back on my body. All I can do is tremble, and move my hands to covering positions, but it’s clear as day that I’m naked.
“Woo!” Amber hoots as she reaches down to pick up my panties, as if they were a first prize trophy. “Look at this, Mia!”
“I know!” she says, giggling. “Taylor, you’re naked!”
They’re taunting me for what’s obvious. My hands give a squeeze to my intimates as if it will cover them more, but nowhere on my body, do I have a piece of fabric. Everything’s gone, and I know there’s not much else I can do. I lost, and because of that, I’m naked. To make matters worse, I can feel a new cause for alarm between my legs.
Moisture.
“Alright, alright! You guys win!” I blurt out, red-faced and trying to look angry. “Y-you guys act like I’ve never l-lost this game before.”
“Hmm, true, but you gotta admit, you never lose like this!” Amber says, letting her eyes scan every inch of my exposed skin, eager to see all of my unclothed curves.
“It’s fun to see someone else lose at this game,” Mia giggles.
Amber adds my panties to the pile and rubs her hands together greedily. “Alright, you still have a lot of tries left! So here’s what happens now, you’re playing to win your clothes back! Each time you fail, something goes into the laundry hamper, and that means you can’t win it back, even if you catch it.”
“W-what about after that?” I ask as my voice shakes, utterly failing to hide my fear.
“Ooh, not so confident now, are you?” Amber smirks at me.
“N-no! I just um… want to know how much you planned!” I ask this, and I know the truth is probably going to make things worse. I’m not sure how, but Amber is a mad scientist when it comes to these games.
“Hmm… we’ll find out when we get there,” Amber says, waving her hands at the bed towards my spot.
I take my seat, and I can’t take my mind off of what she just said. I’m kept in the dark.. As I sit down, I feel the thick blankets cushioning my naked backside, and I’m immediately distracted again. Even though there’s little difference between nudity and my thin panties, feeling those blankets directly on my exposed skin is actually quite nice. My head shakes, It’s something I almost want to explore, but I can’t. I have a game to play, and clothes to win back. There’s no way for me to easily cover myself, so I hold the controller the same way as before, letting my nipples press into my wrists. The only way to hide my womanhood is to squeeze my legs together, I feel so much more vulnerable without my underwear.
Another ball hits its target, and the Pokemon immediately escapes.
“Hmm… I think you’ll forfeit clothing in the same order you lost them in,” Amber nods to Mia. The smaller blonde moved from the bed to the pile of clothes.
“Wanna count each shoe and sock as one item?” Mia offers, with a giggle.
I hesitate. Part of me wants to say yes. Another part of me thinks that would be admitting defeat. All I do is shake my head. The shoes aren’t important, so Mia puts them in the basket.
Another Pokeball and I only get one wobble for my effort. My socks are no longer mine. Not only am I losing clothes, I’m losing the right to win them back. I refuse to give up and toss one more ball, and the table thing claims ownership of my shirt.
“Wow Taylor, it’s like you’re losing so fast you almost WANT to be naked all night!” Amber smirks. “You’re at least having fun though, right?” She leans in closer to my ear, and in a low voice, she adds, “Do you think you should sit on a towel?”
I blush brightly and clamp my naked legs together even tighter. She can’t be reading me that easily, can she? I’m tempted to stand up and look where I’m sitting, but I don’t. If I say yes, then I’m admitting to being aroused. I can’t give them the satisfaction of knowing what this game is doing to me. Another Pokeball goes flying as I ignore her words. Seconds later, Mia is adding my pants to the laundry basket.
Each piece I lose makes me more naked. Simply having clothes off is one kind of nudity. Losing access to them is another. My heart is about to leap out of my throat, but I refuse to give up.
The once-cluttered pile of my clothing is now down to just my bra and panties. I’m running out of chances to turn it around. Even if I catch it here, I have very little to wear. It’s nothing I wouldn’t sleep in, at least not in my own home. I’m almost halfway through my supply of Pokeballs, and I’m almost permanently naked for the night. There’s one more part of this that makes everything even worse.
I’m curious.
One more click of the button. Two more wobbles from the Pokeball and my bra is in the basket. That pair of pink panties on the ground is the only thing left I can get back.
“Heh heh, Taylor, if you lose one more time, you won’t have panty privileges!” Amber smirks.
“You’re gonna be naked all night!” Mia sings.
“I-I know it looks bad! J-just let me concentrate!” I snap at them, trying to come up with the last of my confidence. The table thing is staring at me, and I see Mia giggling while looking at the last article of clothing I have on the ground. I know what’s going to happen if I throw the next ball. My heart is beating rapidly, and my breathing is heavy. I’m aroused too, little tingles are flowing through my body, my lips are becoming slick, and the tips of my chest are standing attention. I clench my toes and brush some of my hair out of my face, as I think about what’s about to happen. My thumb hovers over the button, part of me begging for mercy, while another part of my brain begs for the game to end.
I bite my lip again. My toes clench and I push my legs together. This is the only chance at clothing I have left. In a matter of minutes, that table thing made me lose everything. I take one final deep breath and push the button.
The Pokeball soars through the air, and bounces into my target, pulling it into the strange lights once more. It lands on the dirt and starts its first wobble. All I can do is watch, as my final piece of clothing is on the line, depending entirely on fate now. The second wobble happens, and I’m about to crumble, for a moment, not knowing my true fate. At the third wobble, I wonder if there’s something to believe in. Will I sleep in my panties tonight? Will I be the winner? Will my friends be forced to go naked the rest of the night? I can’t bear to look at the screen any longer I close my eyes and turn my head away.
I hear the bursting sound effect, giving all of my questions a resounding, “no.”
I set the controller down, and finally open my eyes, looking at Mia. She holds the delicate fabric pinched between her fingers, dangling above the laundry basket. Mia gives my clothing to gravity, sealing my fate.
“I… lost…” I say, moving my hands back to covering positions. “I… I can’t believe it…”
“Yeah, that’s a tough catch rate right there,” Amber lets her warm hand rub my naked back, giving me a minor comfort. “So, ready to admit that Pokemon has some challenge to it?”
I’m defeated, but that comment burns. It’s insult to injury as I sit there. I’m stuck naked for the rest of the night, and I didn’t even prove this game was easy.
“Well, you haven’t completely lost. You can’t win your clothes back, but you still have eighteen tries!” Mia points out.
Amber laughs, “Yeah if you catch it, we all have to be naked together!”
“Oh shut it!” I say, pushing the controller over, face down. “You know what, I think you picked something unwinnable on purpose!” I stand up to try and talk down to Amber, and I can quickly feel why that’s a bad idea, as moisture slides down my legs. All I can do is keep them together, both to hide my treasure, and hopefully hide my bodies reaction.
Mia then giggles, and perks up to say, “Hey, Taylor shav-”
“I know that I picked the hardest difficulty of a strip game, but it should still be winnable! There was no skill here!” I’m, trying to shout and be assertive, but I know I look ridiculous. Something’s happening on the screen but I don’t care. I’ve got to cut loose on Amber if there’s no other way I can win. “I’ll honor my penalty, but if you think I’m not going to get back at you two for this, oh ho, you’ve got another thing coming!”
“Taylor, okay, maybe I rigged things a little bit, but come on, it made for a fun game!” Amber says. “Tell you what, I was a little underhanded in my choice, that thing really is hard to catch. So how about as a sign of good will… I run a nice bath for you? You’re already dressed for it and I think you want a little time alone!” She puts a hand over her mouth to hide a giggle.
I can only blush at her suggestion that I want to be alone. I still feel hot, so alone time in a bath is tempting for sure. Maybe I should be shouting at her, but instead I’m looking away.
“Um… guys?” Mia sheepishly tries to get in.
“W-well um… h-hold that thought, you admitted to cheating!” I stammer out, “you should have to do more than that!”
“Hmm… how about this? I have a couple of ‘toys’ that are still factory fresh, if you catch my drift,” Amber puts a hand on my shoulder with a big smirk on her face. “There’s actually one that I bought a few of, so we could each have one!”
“Guys?” Mia tries for attention again.
“Oh my gosh,” I blush and can’t help but laugh. The idea was ridiculous, I was not about to settle for toys. “No, come on, get serious for a second. You cheated, you should have to pay your own forfeit!”
“What? No, you knew the rules, you never caught the Pokemon!” Amber crossed her arms with a smug look. “Sorry, me and Mia are staying dressed tonight.”
“GUYS!” Mia finally raises her voice, making both of us jump in surprise. She was red faced, and pointing her finger at the TV. “U-um… look at the screen.” We both turn, wondering what would make Mia say something that way. A motionless Pokeball sat on the screen, and below the ball, was a text box.
“Metagross was caught!”