Unpleasant Company

Claude found himself in a bit of a dilemma. He found something interested in some church chamber, but he found someone at the door.

"How often do I have to keep telling you this Claude? Stop snooping around in lady Rhea's business." Cyril frowned, blocking Claude's entrance. He got difficult when people were doing things 'lady Rhea' didn't want.

Claude pauses as he stands before one of Lady Rhea’s lackeys. “Cyril, a pleasure seeing you here. You're one of the last people I would want to catch me.” Claude sighs as he scratches the back of his head.

Cyril sighed as well at Claude being here. To him, this just interrupted him in his duties.

"Yeah well, this isn't exactly a picnic for me either. Now I'm going to escort you back to your room and you will stay there. I have work to do and I can't do that if I have to look over your shoulder all day." Cyril was very short with people getting in the way.

Claude and Cyril are in a stalemate, Cyril won’t leave until Claude does and Claude won’t leave until he gets the answers he’s looking for. Suddenly an idea popped in Claude’s head, “How about this Cyril, I’ll accompany you while you're doing your chores, that way you can keep your eye on me?” Claude proposed hoping Cyril will take the bait.

Cyril thought about it and decided to go along with it. That was Claude would be away from the room and Cyril could focus on his duties.

"Alright. But no talking when I'm doing my work alright...and don't get in the way either or I'll be sending you back to your room." Cyril said seriously and before waiting on an answer he grabbed his bucket and mop.

Soon Claude saw his fellow Almyran doing his work mopping the floor nearby. He was bent over slightly doing so with his well-worn shorts too sagging a bit, giving Claude the view of some discolored white fabric.

Claude looks over and sees something above Cyril’s sagging shorts. He finally sees his moment and proceeds with his plan. Claude tiptoes behind Cyril uses a tiny dagger to cut the waistband of Cyril’s shorts without him noticing, “Hey Cyril, if you didn’t mind me pointing out but there’s a spot you missed over there” Claude pointed at an area and Cyril sighed making his way to where Claude pointed, as he walked his short began to slip down his legs, now exposing his old and ragged ”tighty whities”. Cyril hears Claude laughing and as he did he felt a cold breeze against his thighs. Cyril looks down and blushes as he sees his shorts around his ankles and his briefs shown to anyone passing by.

Cyril didn't say anything back when Claude pointed that out. He saw the spot already and Claude helping would only mess things up. Still, he moved towards the spot. His pants slipping down, bit by bit before they fell down to his ankles. Soon Cyril could feel the cold breeze against his now bare legs

"Huh AAAAAAAAH!" Cyril's short attitude vanished when his shorts dropped. Instead, a higher-pitched peep came out as his hands shot to his front.

People saw Cyril meekly cover while Claude had a good look at the ragged briefs. If Claude looked closely he could even see a few holes in the undies. He really needed some new undies, but of

Claude puts his plan into action. While Cyril was distracted, Claude gets behind Cyril and grabs hold of his ragged briefs, then yanks them in the air. In no time Cyril was lifted off the ground by his briefs and let out a blood-curdling scream. “Wow Cyril, I’ve never seen briefs this damaged before. Never thought about getting new ones?” Claude taunts Cyril as he continues to pull his briefs up to his shoulder blades. To make matters worse Claude uses his foot to step on Cyril’s fallen shorts and kicks them away, leaving him with no chance to recover his shorts.

Cyril wasn't stupid. He knew Claude was behind his fallen pants and he was about to raise his voice, but he was interrupted by a sharp pain in his butt when his old briefs were yanked up his ass.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOW!" Cyril peeped as the whities dug in, with Cyril being able to do little, but cross his legs in pain. "What do you think you're doing Claude! Let GO of me! My undergarments are NONE of your owowow!" Cyril struggled, even more, when his pants slid away.

Claude knew exactly what he was doing. He probably knew tighty whities had a very bad rep and Cyril couldn't believe the mess he was in. Claude had pulled the ragged briefs up to Cyril’s head while presenting him to a crowd of people laughing and enjoying Cyril’s situation. “Here Cyril, how about a deal? You let me explore whenever I want and get you new undies.” Claude proposed, ”But before I can do that, I’ll have to get rid of these.” Claude pulls the briefs harder seeing a few tears forming from the holes. Claude knew the briefs wouldn’t last long but decided to make the most of it.

Cyril shook his head stubbornly despite his wedgie being nearly atomic.

"No way! I won't let you stick your nose in lady RheAAAAA C-Claude WAIT! Let me go you’re!" Cyril gasped in horror when he heard a ripping soon in his briefs. "NOOOO!" He peeped as soon the white briefs ripped off completely. Cyril fell face down on the floor with his naked bottom sticking up, while Claude held the tattered remains of Cyril's weak briefs in his head.....he'd basically have to accept now or he'd be nude and without his shorts.

Claude picks Cyril up giving the crowd a better view of his newly exposed lower body. Cyril becomes a brighter red after realizing his sudden attire. Cyril grabs the front of his shirt and tugs it down to try and cover as much as he can. “Sorry it had to come to this Cyril, but look on the bright side, I’ll still take you to get some new tighty whities for you.” Claude smirked as he put his hand on Cyril’s shoulder and led him away while lifting the back of his shirt causing the crowd to laugh and whistle more.

Cyril could do nothing, but keep his hands at the front, being a bit self-conscious there. However, with Clause raising his shirt everyone could still see his bare butt.

"Tighty wha?" Cyril was too stuffy to care about undies' nickname. He probably didn't even know briefs were embarrassing to be seen. "H-hey! Clause I TOLD YOU TO KNOCK IT OFF! T-this..THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Cyril whined while dragged along. forgetting all about stopping Claude and now just really really wanting to cover his lower body. At least he'd be getting new whities....or something worse if Claude was feeling funny.