theo silversong
Crystal Swan || Sugar Squad || 8079/9000
The head above the bush leaves smiled in relief at the rosy haired girl, finding a little solace int her words despite his continuing condition. But then...it somehow got worse. How could it get worse? Worse and worse! Now, as much as he loved being close to her and physical contact, in the current compounding predicament, this was probably the last thing he really wanted. She was in the bush with him now. The first time they'd hung out in a bush was pretty enjoyable, but this time was torturous. Theo might be exceptionally embarrassed, but he was still a man and couldn't quite compartmentalize all the feelings he had. It was for both of their safety that she was here because of the stampede of commando women, but... "Don't be sorry. I'm just gonna die a little, if that's okay..." he muttered, feeling so much blood rush to his head that he sprung a leak in his nose just to release pressure. He raised the back of his hand to try and hide it and smear it away, but was there really any point?
Rin made a valid point, as much as he hated to admit it. The thonged man groaned in dread of having to go back into the lion's den, scantily clad as he was. Sneaking was something he was good at, but never had he had to in quite these conditions. How would he not be a blinding beacon of 'Hey look at me!' in this frilly number that bared his cheeks? Running a hand through his hair like he usually only did when stressed, the jello man steeled himself. With the angrier of the women chasing phantoms outside, maybe the ones inside were less ragey. "OK, let's go," resigned the young man, pouncing out of the bush and scampering inside, careful to stick to the walls with his eyes open for threats. Where ever there was a place he could take cover like a fake bush or tree or behind trashcans or under tables, he darted out of sight to plan the next line of movement.
By some miracle, he slightly less large mountain of underoos edged by grabby girls came into view, the still unconscious pervert laying nearby. With the females largely occupied, his bare feet rushed behind them to grab the jello restrained hands. Theo dragged him over into the empty food court, smacking his face until his prey came around. "Put all the clothes back," Theo demanded, pretty serious for a change.
"No," replied the pervert, eyes twinkling in amusement at his victim's get up.
"Put them back now, or I'll beat you."
"NO!" the man cried, though not out of fear. "PANTIES ARE MY LIFE! ANY I GET ARE MINE FOREVER! PANTIES!!!" he screamed, crazed, but also alerting the girls not too far away with his screams.
"SHHH!" Theo peeked his head up to see them wandering closer, like a mob with imaginary pitchforks. He scowled, thinking quickly under pressure...and he didn't like what he thought of.
The predator loved girls and specifically their panties, right? This gave Theo a more...effective idea, though his dignity would no doubt suffer even more. "Rin....look away..." he warned sadly, turning sharply angered hues on his foe. "Fine. You want to be stubborn? How would you feel if I rubbed this," he paused to twist his hips around and point at his rear end, "on your face until you do what I ask? If you like panties so much, it doesn't matter where they've been....does it?" Theo asked with feigned innocence. He gave his rear a good smack for effect. He may be one of the legendary butt brothers, but in this case he suspected this was not the kind of butt this man would enjoy in the least.
Still the trench coated man, now sweating, tried to call Theo's bluff. How cute to assume he was bluffing... "I-It doesn't matter! Panties are what a crave...n-no matter...." the words trailed as the Crystal Swan mage made good on his threat, beginning an epic slow bend with his booty situated right over the pervert's face, descending upon him with full intention of following through until the task was completed and he had clothes again. The girls were coming! And if this didn't work, they were all in for some pain, and man did he hate pain...
"OK STOP!" squawked the panty man, just as Theo's cheeks was mere centimeters from his own facial ones. The jello man paused his crouch. "Will you do it now?" Theo hissed, stressed for time. The girls were in view, and this position they were in was even more horrible than before! "YES YES, JUST GET YOUR MAN BUTT AWAY!"
Theo quickly stood as the clothes thief snapped his fingers, and Glory Hallelujah he had his proper underwear and clothes on again! He patted himself to make doubly sure, never so thankful in his life to be in so many layers. The mound of under garments in the distance were gone, and the stampede had skidded to a stop as they felt their own unders back where they should be. Turning on Rin, he wanted to make sure everything was how it should be. "Is everything okay?" he asked, unsure how to really ask if her panties were back. It's not like he could look....and asking outright seemed risky at their current level of relationship. Normally first dates had nothing to do with panties at all!
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