[center][color=fff200][b][h2]Sasha[/h2][/b][/color][/center]
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Sasha stood there, panting heavily, blissfully unaware of the white teddy bear undergarment that was plain for everyone to see, the remains of her skirt at her feet.[color=fff200]"How'sthat miscreants. -Huff- Iwillkeepdoingthisuntil you submit!"- Huff-"[/color] She said inbetween pants, before reading another charge. The first one seemed to have worked and had thinned their fighting spirit somewhat.

Now... a second one would do the charm...

It was when two things did not go unnoticed by Sasha. First, it was her magnificent Sir Cuddles coming to aid her in this hour in need. Two. She had finally realized that her clothes had not survived her epic struggle intact. Sasha's face became as red as the strawberry jelly that was served on Friday's on the cafeteria, before quickly snatching Gregor by the shoulders and using him as improptu hiding spot.

[color=fff200]"SIR CUDDLES, PROTECT MY DIGNITY!"[/color] She said, beet red, as she pressed the man-rat to her bared backside and tried to make a beeline for the nearest changing room as she picked the skirt. [color=fff200]"This isn't over. No, it won't be!"[/color] She whined, half grumbling.