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"I open the chest," said Jouette and rolled the die. When it came to rest, she frowned, dejected. "...Thievery 7."

"Not even close, dear," said Silke and smiled. "The trap triggers!" She turned towards the dungeon master's keyboard and pressed a couple of buttons. A metal column rose from the table and sprayed orange slime all over Jouette's face.

"Come on, now, Silke," Jouette whimpered and wiped the slime off her eyes, "why would you have the very first chest we encountered be trapped?"

"Dear," smiled Silke, "I trap all the chests. Twice." Another thick spray of slime hit Jouette in the face and in the chest. It stuck to the entire front of her shirt, moving through it and glued the shirt to Jouette's skin.

"Silke, this is my first game. You promised to go easy on us!"

"Did I? Incidentally, the trap was strong enough to break your magic armor. You must take it off or face armor check penalties."

"Is it possible to repair it?"

"When you return to town, yes. You would have to carry it, though. If you discard it, you will lose it."

"Fine, then. I take off my armor and carry it."

"Good. Use your panties or bra."

Jouette gasped.

Alrae giggled. Jouette was adorable - on missions, she would always walk first; in showers, she wouldn't blink an eye if a teammate entered and wanted to have fun with her; but while they were playing games, she would suddenly be shy about every little drop of mess.

Maybe it also had to do with Silke. Jouette and Alrae knew each other - they belonged to the same battlegroup for ages - but Silke was unfamiliar to them. They knew she was a good dungeon master and well-liked, but Jouette was among the more sensitive girls and this might be a little stressful for her.

Alrae watched as Jouette took off her T-shirt, crumpled it into as small a ball as possible and inserted in into the front of her knickers. Alrae almost heard Jouette's heart beat. She might be shy here but still the feeling of slime expanding in her underpants was making her excited.

"Okay, now let a real rogue handle this," said Alrae and rolled. "Thievery 23!"

"You disarm the trap and unlock the chest," nodded Silke and placed three little golden cyllinders on the table, "inside, you find a couple of gold pieces and a artifact of great power - the legendary Staff of Stripping!"

Alrae quickly grabbed the pieces and hid them within her panties. "Where's the Staff, though?"

Silke grimaced, "yeah, I asked, but they wouldn't let me have the real thing for a game, and I didn't have any model ready. So that will be in your imagination. But listen! Suddenly, you feel tremors, the cave trembles around you and you hear a distant roar!"

A rain of soft, but dense, dust descended upon Alrae and Jouette, covering their hair and shoulders.

"Aw, Silke!" squirmed Jouette, "how am I supposed to get that out of my hair?"

"Silence!" shouted Alrae, "and keep character! The tremor is surely an omen!"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Don't you find it curious that we made it all the way here to this dungeon without encountering any resistance? Without getting dirty at all?"

"Speak for yourself."

"It must be the treasure's guardian. A mudbulette, maybe. Or an etterslime."

"It's none of those, I'm afraid" whispered Silke, then her voice rose to impossible volumes, "THE CREATURE ROARS BEHIND YOU! You turn around but see nothing. Disoriented, you fail to react to the enormous torrent of mud that materializes from thin air and hits you both with full force!"

A dozen openings appeared on the game table and under it, and all spat balls and strings of mud at the two helpless girls. Jouette screamed and covered her face with her arms but that only caused both her face [i]and[/i] her arms to get muddy. Silke let the barrage last for nearly ten seconds before finally turning it off. By that point, both girls were covered with nearly an inch of brown mud. Only their backs and bottoms, turned away from the table, were still clean.

"Jouette, your weak bra did not withstand the torrent and you must discard it."

Jouette was breathing heavily but nodded and complied. As she unclipped her muddy bra and revealed her bare breasts, Alrae wiped the mud off her eyes and mouth and turned towards her own character's keyboard. "It must be an invisible enemy. I'll use the Bag of Flour spell."

The flour bag appeared over Silke immediately. It cracked and the flour fell down on her head, shoulders and even on her chest. She dusted off the swimsuit she was wearing and responded. "Revealed, the creature drops her spell of invisibility. It is a blue dragongirl. Her cyan skin shines with magical light. She wears a one-piece swimsuit that no doubt contains potent protective charms.'You're [i]not[/i] leaving my lair with that Staff,' she says, 'if you leave it at all.'"

[i]"We'll see about that!"[/i] said Alrae through her teeth, "I use the Staff against the dragongirl!" Her hands shivered as she threw the die on the table. "Ha! A critical hit!" She grinned at Silke. Oh yes, she would enjoy stripping her down.

"Well done, Alrae," said Silke. "However, the Staff you picked up from the chest is cursed."

"What?!" both girls shouted simultaneously. "Now you're just messing with us!"

"Who's the dungeon master here?"

Jouette backed down immediately, softly whimpering. "... you are"

"As I was saying, the Staff is cursed. The ray of energy swerved and hit Alrae back in her chest. All of her armor disintegrated immediately. Alrae, I'll have to ask you to strip completely. Before that, though --"

"What?"

"The gold pieces, of course, were fake. They burst."

Silke pressed a button and Alrae shrieked as the three cyllinders in her panties exploded. Silke had filled them with egg yolk which was now spreading between Alrae's legs. She felt a wave of excitement run through her body as the egg made contact with her crotch. She still had to comply with the dungeon master's fiat, though.

Her T-shirt and her skirt came down first but the mud had already gone through these clothes and Alrae retained her dirty look. She unclipped her bra quickly and was only too glad to let her panties fall on the ground. Some of the egg still stuck between her legs, but mostly she now just dirty.

"I use Flame Strike!" yelled Jouette. The die came up 18. "What will you do about that?!"

Jouette pressed the appropriate button on her keyboard a deluge of orange slime fell down upon Silke, coating her bare skin. Small red chunks within the slime stuck to her body but also bounced off on Jouette and Alrae.

"The dragongirl withstands your attack and," started Silke but Alrae wouldn't let her finish. "We're not done here. I cast Body Bind!"

"And I, Cake Storm!"

A thick vine shot from Silke's chair and quickly wrapped itself several times around her slimy chest and legs. When Silke was completely bound to the chair, a second vine sprouted out and tied her hands together. Then the table produced a dozen large thick cakes that it flipped onto Silke. The poor dungeon master could not evade and was plastered with the cakes. Her face, cheeks, hair, breasts and lap, all now covered with white cream.

"The dragongirl can't have possibly lived through that!"

"Come on, girls!" said Silke. "It's not fair. There's two of you. You should use less messy spells on me!"

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to be the dungeon master." said Alrae with a smile.

"Fair." Silke's voice lowered to a whisper. "Y-you defeated me, the mighty dragongirl of this dungeon... "

"We did," said Jouette and pointed at her own breasts, "now you will give us new clothes and remove the curse from the Staff. Then --"

"Oh, you misunderstand," Silke shook her head, "She says, 'a dragongirl does not surrender. None of you are leaving this dungeon with my staff.' and then rolls a peculiar round device on the cave floor."

With those words, Silke broke the binds that held her hands together and placed a metal sphere on the table. A light on the sphere was blinking furiously.

Alrae gasped, "oh, you have got to be kidding us!"

The sphere exploded, spewing masses of substances in all directions. A thick foam first, and then entire bucketfuls of slime. All three girls screamed. Jouette and Alrae tried to turn aside but Silke couldn't. Bound to her chair, she took the full brunt of the bomb's attack.

Any remaining clothes the girls had fell apart. Both parts of Silke's swimsuit, already hidden by layers of substances, had disintegrated and Jouette's knickers fell down. The mess was too much for their casual clothing to hold.

Then the bomb delivered its final blow. A wave of snow surged forth and blasted all the girls from their chairs on the floor. The girls shrieked from the sudden cold. The snow settled down on their skin, covering them and the entire room in a soft blanket.

The bomb was spent and there was silence.

The snow soaked in color from the mud and slime and the only sounds were the quiet splashes of its thawed drops on the girls' bodies.

Then they all erupted into uncontained laughter. Jouette and Alrae stood up and embraced tightly, the substances on their bare skins mixing. They smiled. Alrae thought they hadn't had this much fun in ages. For sure, they had played games, and the stories in Silke's game weren't unlike what they experienced in real life, but Alrae found that without the threat of mission failure, with only the threat of getting messy remaining, it was much more pleasurable.

She looked at Silke who stood alone, covered in mess, at the other end of the table. "Would would you like to take a shower with us, Silke?"

Her smile perked up. "I'd be happy to."

As they left the room behind to be cleaned up by Skyship personnel, Jouette asked, "Silke, has any group ever won your dungeon?"

"Nope. They all give up eventually."

"So, could we try again with you next week?"

Silke smiled and hugged Jouette. "It will be my pleasure."