Alice Panty Bow & Sniff

(implemented)
//beaten an Alice in combat, adds a new option
//requires silly mode
//skin, eyes and hair seem to be randomised every time, what's the parser for that?


> [PantiesPlay]
//tooltip: "Her panties must be put to their proper use."

The Alice's expression shifts from exhaustion to fear as you draw closer to her fallen form. You have to wonder just what's going on in her little head. Does the Cheshire smile on your face frighten her so? It should. Your [if pc has dick:([cock] strains against the confines of your [armor]) else if pc has vagina:([vagina] soaks the inside of your [armor]) else:(your [asshole] tingles)], begging for release. Release the little girl in front of you would appreciate, as well, you're sure. But you won't let it come to that. No, you have something far more sinister planned than merely violating a little girl. Something far more... stimulating. Your grin widens.

Standing over her and looking down at the beaten child, you clear your throat and put on your most commanding tone. She is going to give you her panties. Right now.

Surprise, confusion, relief, uncertainty, then confusion again. Her face silently speaks her thoughts out loud as her [AliceEyeColor] eyes search yours. You're not going to repeat yourself.

"<i>My panties?</i>" the girl finally asks, having settled on nervous perplexion. "<i>Are you going to— I mean... sure?</i>" It seems to finally click with her, as she kicks off her shoes and draws up her skirt, giving you a full view of her crotch. A near-opaque, white pantyhose clads her slender legs, and hiding just beneath is the object of your desire: her pristine, childish panties. Upon seeing your lustful gaze, a knowing smile graces her face.

The little demon's slim fingers slide underneath the thin fabric and carefully pull the pantyhose down. As they reveal her cute underwear, you feel your loins twitch. Barely resisting the temptation to reach down and yank them off, you let her continue at her own languid pace. The tights finally part with her now-naked legs and she moves to repeat the process on her panties, although much slower and deliberate. Just when they only half-cover her privates, her spaded tail, having found new life after your strange demand, dives between her lower lips, curling itself sensuously around the fabric. The childish demoness grinds the lengthy appendage teasingly against her underdeveloped cunt, painting it in a sheen of her arousal as it helps sliding her panties off. A soft moan escapes her lips, but you have no heed for the spectacle. Your gaze is transfixed upon her snow-white panties, slowly making their way down the little girl's [AliceSkinTone] legs. She pushes them up into the air, towards your face, presenting her glistening lips in a pose quite at odds with her childlike appearance.

After what seemed like an eternity of tempting and teasing, the tiny seductress finally pulls her panties over her ankles and off. She then spreads herself wide and offers you the coveted garment—with a sultry look and a finger between her lips—on the tip of her tail.

This is it, this is what you wanted. Mere inches away from your nose. You reach out to grab the child's underwear.

[Sniff] [Fold]
//Neither option should flush the previous text
//[Sniff] tooltip: "Take a deep whiff."
//[Fold] tooltip: "Make a cute bow out of them."


> [Sniff]

"<i>Well, what are we going to do now?</i>" the demon-girl asks in a mock-innocent tone. "<i>You have defeated me, I am entirely at your mercy~ And now you even conquered my panties! Oh, what am I going to do, I am but a helpless, naked little girl, waiting for...</i>" But her voice is drowned out in your head, disappearing into the void as you bury your face into her panties and take a deep sniff.

You choke up with happiness as her scent momentarily overwhelms your mind, letting you see the stars in brightest day. Despite her demonic nature, she smells like a real child. No, better than that. Almost angelic. Fresh, innocent, pure, and entirely chaste. Although that might in spite of her best efforts, not because. But you care little. In this moment, you are euphoric. The soft fabric envelops your face like a warm blanket, the sweet scent drugging your mind like a child molester his prey.

You want more.

Your ears faintly register the Alice's voice, sounding concerned. Or perhaps complaining. Who knows. Who cares. You grab the panties' waistband, spread them wide, and pull them over your head, your nose pressing against where her little crotch stained the fabric.

You realize it immediately. You have reached it: enlightenment. It was so simple, simpler than stealing a baby's lollipop and masturbating with it. This is what the gods truly intended when they invented panties. Onlookers might point at you and call you a lunatic, but you know better than them. Right now, you know the true light, the bliss that is having a child's underwear on your head and breathing in the sweet fragrance of the young girl that wore it only moments ago. Arousing, comforting and thrilling at once. Your mind and libido are one, [if pc has dick:(your dick threatening to tear your [armor] to pieces) else if pc has vagina:(your cunt more akin to a waterfall) else:(your anal cavity rumbling in contentment)] as you ascend to new heights of pleasure.

As you spend your time joyously rubbing the silky fabric over your face, without another care in the world, you nearly forget yourself.

A shudder. The telltale sensation of a looming orgasm tears you out of your reverie. Your eyes shoot open. Are you too late? You draw in a sharp breath and hold it; you didn't want to go that far, oh no. Wrestling with your raging urges at the edge, you are nearly pushed over. But with all your mental might, you plant yourself firm at the cliff's precipice. The onslaught ebbs again. You are victorious. Releasing your breath, you smile. That was close. As much as you want to, you can't keep these panties, not for now. The intoxicating double-assault on your senses of touch and smell are too much for you, you are not prepared. A pang of dejection washes over you as you pull them off your face. You will have to give these back.

Looking at the now-crumpled panties in your hands, an idea comes to you. Something your mother sometimes used to do with your own underwear when you were younger. It was cute, and the thought makes you delightfully chuckle. But now you have to try and actually remember how exactly she did it. [if pc is child:(It hasn't been that long, but you never paid that much attention. You now regret that.) else:(It has been a while. You wish you could recall it, but the memory is hazy. You'll have to wing it.)]

Turning them about in your hands, you inspect the little girl's panties closely.

Well, this goes over that, then turn them around and squeeze through here, then... no. Through here? It feels so soft, the fabric, so lovely. You want to caress it more... Maybe flatten them, then... No, no, completely wrong. You undo your progress and start anew. Maybe hold them like this, then sniff—no, not sniff—<i>fold</i> the waistline inwards here, then this over that... yes. You grind your thighs together and gulp. Hold down the middle, then turn them over, fold the other side. Now it should look like... hmm... Not quite. Pull this a little? No, no, back one step, try again. Fold here, hold there, turn, fold again and another turn. There you go. You're panting, your body feels hot, but you push that out of your mind. Concentrate, remember! The waistband needs to go under this loop... like so. Adjust it a little bit, then... pull the loop tight. Yes. Fan the ribbon out a little more, and there you have it!

With hot, heavy breath, you triumphantly hold the panty-bow out in front of you. Perfect. But do you really have to give these back? They look even prettier now. You really want to keep them, smell them, have them all to yourself. No. No, you will return them.

For the first time after the better part of an hour, you look down at the Alice you defeated. Her legs still spread and her childlike pussy on full display, she looks at you with a face that seems frozen in a deep, bemused frown. She doesn't even react when you kneel down between her legs, bow in hand. Only her doubtful eyes follow your movements. You wanted to wrap it around her neck, but realize she already has one there. Oh well. Fixing her [AliceHairColor], dishevelled hair a bit, you place her panties-turned-ribbon on top of her head, between her cute, little horns and give her a loving pat.

Then it hits you. You had ignored the warnings, and now you're already in mid-air, thrown off the cliff.

Leaned over the little girl, hands firm against the ground, you shudder and moan as liquid pleasure explodes inside your body, your muscles tense up and you finally cum. [if pc has dick:(Your [cock], pitifully trapped inside your [armor] as it is, sprays its sticky load into its jail, quickly staining your gear with cum, some leaking out onto the demoness below.) else if pc has vagina:(Your [vagina], untouched this entire time, contracts inside your [armor] and stains your gear with its feminine juices.) else:(Your sphincter relents, and a massive fountain of shit jets out of your asshole, spraying the inside of your [armor] with explosive diarrhoea. This is going to be a bitch to clean.)] But there is nothing your can—nor want to—do now, so you ride the shaking waves of ecstasy to the end. Your sudden orgasm soon winds down and you find yourself eye-to-eye with the frowning demoness, heavily panting onto her face.

"<i>Uhm...</i>" Your hot breath must have broken her out of her stupor. "<i>Are you... I... What?</i>"

You breathe deep, give the little girl a kiss on the cheek and stand up. Patting yourself off, you admire your handiwork. She's still splayed out in a half-hearted fuck-me-pose, her puzzled eyes flitting between your soaked crotch, her own untouched privates and the panty-bow on her head.

You nod to yourself, then turn and wander back towards camp. A contented spring accompanies your every step home.

//Get shit for the victory
//Lust reset to minimum
//Corruption +1
//Back to camp


> [Fold]

"<i>Well, what are we going to do now?</i>" the demon-girl asks in a mock-innocent tone. "<i>You have defeated me, I am entirely at your mercy~ And now you even conquered my panties! Oh, what am I going to do, I am but a helpless, naked little girl, waiting for—</i>" You ask her to be quiet for a bit, you have to concentrate. "<i>I— uhm, sure.</i>" She looks anything but sure.

There was something your mother sometimes used to do with your own underwear when you were younger. It was cute, and the thought makes you delightfully chuckle. But now you have to try and remember how exactly she did it. [if pc is child:(It hasn't been that long, but you never paid that much attention. You now regret that.) else:(It has been a while. You wish you could recall it, but the memory is hazy. You'll have to wing it.)]

Turning them about in your hands, you inspect the little girl's panties closely.

Well, this probably goes over that, then you turn them around and squeeze that through here, then... no. Through here? Maybe flatten them, then... No, no, completely wrong. You undo your progress and start anew. Maybe spread and hold them like this, then fold the waistline inwards here, then this over that... yes. Hold down the middle, then turn them over, fold the other side inwards as well. Now it should look like... hmm... Not quite. Pull this a little? No, no, back one step, try again. Fold here, hold down there, turn, fold again and another turn. There you go, that looks proper. Now the waistband needs to be pushed under this loop... like so. Adjust it a little bit, then... pull the loop tighter. Yes. Fan the ribbons out a little more, and there you have it!

Triumphantly, you hold the panties-turned-bow out in front of you. It doesn't look as graceful as your mother managed to make them, but it'll have to do. It's pretty enough.

"<i>Uhm...</i>" You look down towards the Alice, uncertainty written across her face. "<i>It's... cute, I appreciate that, but... why?</i>" You chuckle and tell her you aren't done, the best is yet to come.

When you kneel down between her spread legs, bow in hand and inches away from her prepubescent slit, her frowning face lights up with giddy excitement and she idly starts stroking herself. She already has a bow around her neck, you notice. It looks lovely on her, but that means you'll need another place for yours. Her hot breath tickles your chin as you lean closer and stroke her dishevelled, [AliceHairColor] hair.

"<i>Mhmm~ you could have just told me what you wanted, no need to get so violent first, you know,</i>" purrs the masturbating Alice as she leans into your touch. "<i>Even like this, I can do anything for you. Anything~</i>" Anything? That's wonderful, then. You place the panty-ribbon on top of her head, right between her cute little horns, then give her a peck on the cheek, and lean back again to marvel at her.

Perfect. She looks absolutely adorable now. Maybe you should keep her as a living doll, you could play dress-up all day. But that won't do, this little girl needs to remain in her natural habitat. You ruffle her hair and stand up.

It soon dawns on her that you're done and her masturbating hand stops. "<i>Wait, that's it? You're not going to ravage me like a child molester or anything?</i>" She sounds perplexed, almost desperate. "<i>I mean, you can— I... please?</i>" You tut and chide the little girl. A sweet thing like her shouldn't be begging to be fucked like that. And she should put on some panties, or she'll get a cold. You laugh at her scowl. It looks too cute.

Deciding to quit embarrassing the poor demoness, you give your work one last look-over, then turn and wander back towards your camp.

"<i>But, why?</i>" she calls out after you. You ignore her and chuckle.

"<i>Heeey!</i>"

//Get shit for the victory
//Corruption -1
//Back to camp