(Chapter originally written by Goken Frog)
Her face wears an expression of surprise, but there’s also a hint of intrigue. You don’t have a good feeling about this situation, and you swallow hard. The woman’s pink shirt seems familiar, but her blue jeans throw you off track.
“W-who… Who are you?” you ask weakly, curious as to who she is. It seems that she’s lost her voice, but after a moment or two she speaks up.
“I’m… Peach Toadstool,” she answers, her voice sweet and innocent, despite her shock. “What’s going on…?”
One of the other women in the locker room, a dark haired girl wearing a very tight white tank top, and a revealing short skirt, turns to face her. “Who are you talking to?” Peach stands straight up and shakes her head.
“Oh nobody,” she says, moving her hand closer to you. “I’m just talking to my good luck doll, Tifa.” With that she grabs you, wrapping her fingers around your body tightly, and pulls you up to her face. “Please let me win my volleyball game tomorrow.”
“Right, I see,” Tifa mumbles, obviously thinking that her friend has lost her mind. “Well, ask it to help me with my science test. That’ll be a challenge for the little thing.”
The word “little” stings as it hits your ears. Being held so tightly by such an attractive woman, you realize that struggling would only damage your ego. Tifa grabs her bag and says her goodbyes to the other girls, then leaves. Meanwhile, Peach is staring down at you ago, and your face starts to feel hot.
“Please, let me go. I just want to get out of here,” you plead, but Peach doesn’t seem to be listening. She suddenly thrusts you down into her gym bag and zips it up hastily. As you struggle to stand, you feel clothing beneath you shift. You eventually reach your feet, but not for long, and you fall down on to what feels like a pair of silk panties.
Peach’s muffled voice comes from outside the bag. She said she was going to take you somewhere, but where did she say she was taking you?