t had been about a week since Ellustrya had made her impactful speech in the local tavern. Having inadvertently started a trend, Ellustrya had become a symbol of power and sexiness. Her shimmering white knickers and tight jodhpurs around her ankles became a stark image in every denizen's memory. The beautiful, dark-skinned Princess of the Elder Dark Elves, one of the heroes of old who slew the dreaded monster Tyratryx, had turned women's underwear into an idol of female power.
Despite the absurdity of having her jodhpurs around her ankles, despite her having the opportunity to pull up her trousers at any time but choosing not to, this was a testament to her unbreakable resolve. This power she had in whether her pants were up to her waist or down to her ankles showed that she could own any embarrassing situation.
And everyone knew how astonishing Ellustrya looked in her pristine white knickers. Even if the rag press tried humiliating her, she turned the situation to her advantage. A lady mustn't go around flashing her unmentionables, everyone said. But Celdine's dare to keep her trousers down became a new challenge in itself she was determined to overcome.
Now, all the women in town looked up to her and even tried emulating her. However, the men in power quickly tried to repress this revolution, insisting that an uncovered woman was akin to an uncovered piece of meat. That immoral princess had dared challenge the staus-quo, the notion that women are just objects without their clothes.
Even then, she had once more become a renowned heroine. What had become a silly bet in her rivalry with the high-spirited Celdine had transformed into a social movement challenging the established order. She had even influenced the style of underwear the women wore.
As she went for a jaunt with Boldasarre (and her trousers still up), her reborn husband whom was once the ero that slew Tyratryx all those centuries ago, she found herself being shadowed by a group of small children.
"Hey! Lady Ellustrya! Show us your knickers!" one of the scampish boys bellowed, barely able to control his laughter.
"You're far too young to be obsessing over my undergarments, my boy," Ellstrya retorted with a sweet, soft tone in her voice that had a subtle hint of admonishment. "You should have some more respect for women."
She glanced at Boldasarre with a faint smile on the corner of her lips.
"Besides, I don't want to expose myself to my other half too much, or else he might get bored of me and my knickers."
"Princess Pants-Down!" Another boy yelled. "Will you marry me?"
Ellustrya chuckled.
"I'm already married, even if he doesn't remember…"
As they advanced their way amidst the ambiance of the bustling marketplace, chatter, and scents of all types of delicacies, both local and foreign, filling the air and their noses, they came across an alleyway where a lone beggar resided.
Ellustrya, being the champion of economic justice, handed him a small sack of golden coins.
"This is for you," she said with a motherly smile.
"Thank you so much, your highness!" The beggar replied in gratitude. "But I'd give anything to see those white knickers again! That's a sight that money can't buy!"
"Maybe you will, someday soon," the Dark Elven to-be Queen retorted. "But for now, my trousers will stay up!"
Boldasarre was not thrilled about the beggar's remarks and felt obligated to protect Ellustrya. But the Princess had handled the scene beautifully. She was not only a beacon of justice for women, but also for the poor.
"It seems you've given away most of your fortune to the poor, Lady Ellustrya," Boldasarre said as he looked up at her in admiration. "But how do you afford all those custom-made clothes?"
"I have attendants back home who make all my clothes for me, so I don't need to buy any of my own," she replied.
"Even your… unmentionables?"
"Yes, even my unmentionables!"
"Who designed your attire?"
"I did," Ellustrya retorted. "I wanted to create an outfit perfect for adventuring, undergarments and all."
"Why are the legholes of your underwear so high?"
"To allow my legs unfettered freedom of movement. Isn't that obvious? Or are you saying they look weird?"
"N-Not at all, Lady Ellustrya! I think they look perfect on you! I just thought they show a lot of leg, that's all."
As they continued their trek, they were being tailed by a mysterious figure. This had not gone unnoticed by Ellustrya.
She pretended to be unaware that they were being stalked until she lured the stranger into an alleyway, then she quickly took Boldasarre's made a dash. The stalker pursued them, but as they rounded the corner, the pair were nowhere to be seen.
The shadowy figure surveyed their surrounding. Then, out of the blue, Ellustrya's high kick landed right into the pursuer's face, knocking them onto the hard stone floor.
"Who are you, and why are you following us?" Ellustrya demanded, her voice firm and resolute as a Queen's.
"It is only I, Princess," a soft feminine voice replied. Ellustrya recognized it immediately.
"Aerisa?" Ellustrya exclaimed in genuine surprise.
The figure picked herself off the stone floor and brushed herself off. It was another Dark Elf, just like Ellustrya, clad in a butler's uniform. Boldasarre could not tell at first glance if this person was male or female due to the Dark Elf's tomboyish appearance and male attire, but as they stepped closer, in spite of her short hair, Boldasarre could tell from her features that she was a woman.
"Yes, it is me, Your Highness." The young Dark Elf woman replied. "Though I must protest that your reflexes were a little… unnecessary."
She spoke in a flat, monotone voice that betrayed little emotion.
"I do get carried away sometimes," Ellustrya replied. "Are you all right?"
"My wellbeing is not your concern. Your wellbeing is my concern."
"Are you going to try and convince me to come home again?"
"News of your antics have spread to the forests of Fordonia… our homeland." Aerisa said. "Word has spread to every corner of our realm that you dropped your trousers in public, and showed your undergarments to every lingering eye."
"So, you all know about that, then?"
"Our Princess parading around in her underwear has damaged the honor and dignity of our once proud race, Your Highness. What possessed you to do such a thing?"
"It's a long story," Ellustrya said. "But if you're asking if I regret it, then the answer is no, I do not."
"It matters not." Aerisa said coldly. "I have come to collect you and bring you home, one way or the other."
"Do you believe you can take me home by force?" Ellustrya said incredulously.
"Don't be ridiculous. You are by far the strongest of our race. I do not intend to challenge you in a contest of power, but one of honor."
"And what exactly do you have in mind, Aerisa?"
"I would like to challenge your partner to a duel," Aerisa murmured, her eyes locked onto Boldasarre's.
"Out of the question," Ellustrya retorted defiantly. "He has nothing to do with this. If you want to challenge anyone, then challenge me directly."
"Very well," Aerisa replied. "Princess Ellustrya Windrider of the House of Fordonia, I hereby challenge you to a Quest to obtain the Aviansaur's legendary golden egg before I do."
Ellustrya narrowed her eyes in the backdrop of the midday sun bathing them in golden light. She gave Aerisa a dubious look. She mulled over the butler's proposition, and decided she would add some caveats of her own.
"Very well, Aerisa," Ellustrya said gracefully. "I accept your challenge, but there's a catch."
"Please state your conditions carefully," Aerisa said with a doll-like, expressionless face. "And I will carefully consider them."
"We must do this adventure with our trousers around our ankles and our knickers on full display!"
"I-I beg your pardon, my Lady?" Aerisa's voice cracked with a sudden emotion. That doll-like mask slipped. The usually sotic and measure butler was completely caught off guard.
"We must brave this quest… in our knickers!!" Ellustrya stated boldly.
"…." Aerisa froze in place, motionless, as if her mind had crashed. Not a single sound emerged from her for a good minute or so.
"Uh, Lady Ellustrya…." Boldasarre trailed off. "Lady Aerisa is not responding!"
"It's all right, Boldasarre," Ellustrya assured him. "Her brain is just malfunctioning right now. For her, this does not compute."
After another minute or so, Aerisa's brain rebooted. And then, words finally left her lips.
"But… that's silly!" She exclaimed.
"So, are you backing down?" Ellustrya inquired smugly. "I knew this would be too much for you."
"I… I'll do it…"
"There's no shame in it, Aerisa. You don't have to go through with this if you don't want to. You can just return home and say… wait… what!?"
"I said… I accept!" Aerisa reiterated. "If adventuring in my undergaments is the only thing that will make you see reason, then so be it."
"Aerisa, are you joking?"
"When have you ever known me to joke, Your Highness?"
"Well said. I couldn't have put it better myself."
"But may I add a caveat of my own?"
"Yes, you may go ahead."
"I suggest that we be allowed to keep our trousers up for at least one hour a day. We cannot allow other adventurers to see us so… compromised."
"I understand," Ellustrya stated. "I'll allow it."
"Then this challenge will begin with immediate effect."
Aerisa's hand drifted towards her waistband, where she adjusted her belt. She unbuckled, and then unzipped her slacks. Her black trousers slid down, pooling around her ankles.
And there she stood. In her white high-cut knickers, with strawberry prints, her slacks crumpled over her feet, her bare legs completely exposed.
Boldasarre's jaw dropped to the stone floor.
"S-S-Starwberries?" He stammered.
"I-I happen to like them." Aerisa responded sheepishly, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. "I think they're… cute."
Boldasarre couldn't help but stare at Aerisa's dark skinned, shapely legs, completely exposed to the elements. The hem of her underwear's legholes curved around her buttocks and hips, forming a refined triangular shape adorned with strawberries. The thin fabric clung to her form gracefully.
"And I suppose I'll go next," Ellustrya proclaimed.
Her elegant, elongated hands reached for her belt around the waistband of her jodhpurs. She undid the prongs from the punch holes, unbuckling her belt and pushing the straps through the belt loop. She unbuttoned the top of her fly and unzipped them. As she began to unfold the fly facings, a shimmering white fabric was revealed. There they were: her pristine white knickers.
She began to slowly peel off her very tight, form-fitting riding breeches, revealing her curvaceous, long, well-proportioned legs. The dark tone of her skin was a stark contrast to her bright white briefs. The breeches then slumped to her ankles.
The queenly Ellustrya once again stood in her regal undergarments, her breeches pooling around her feet. The apertures of her briefs were steep, forming a distinctive white V-shape on the front, the narrow sides arching over her bare hips. The shape of her well-proportioned buttocks were visible through the fabric, the hems tapering between her legs. The brilliant white of her underwear had an almost bedazzling illumination.
Boldasarre was doing his best not to look, but to no avail. Ellustrya's glistening underwear accenturated her already amazing figure. She had the body of a goddess. A stunning beauty with features that rivaled Aphrodite.
"B-Boldasarre, please d-don't stare," Ellustrya said in a very demure tone. "I'm glad you like them, but please don't stare at my knickers all day long."
"I-I'm sorry, Lady Ellutrya!" Boldasarre said submissively. "It's just that… you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life! And you look amazing in your underwear."
"Boldasarre, please," Ellustrya murmured red-faced and flustered, "you're making me feel self-conscious."
"Your Highness, with all due respect, the reason you might be feeling self-conscious is because you're stood there in your unmentionables." Aerisa interjected.
"I'm well aware of that," Ellustrya retorted. "But I never thought you'd go through with it."
Aerisa desperately tried to pull down her waistcoat to cover her strawberry panties.
"I will undergo any hardship for you, my Lady," she replied graciously. "This will be the trousers-down adventure to end all trousers-down adventures."
"If you insist," Ellustrya responded.
"There you all are!" A familiar voice rang. It was Celdine. "Been lookin' all over for, Princess Pants-Down! Going off on another escapade in your knickers? I have no idea what's going on, but count me in!"
And just like, Celdine's trousers descended, shuffling around her ankles. Her panties were a deep purple color this time, with the same utilitarian high-cut design that Ellustrya and Aerisa sported. A triangle of purple covered her netherregion, while another, wider triangle clung to her backside, connected by narrow arches of fabric over her hips. Her curves left Boldasarre bewildered.
"So Boldy," she said as she put her arm around him, "ready for another adventure with three beautiful ladies with their trousers down, and knickers out?"
"This is none of your concern, Celdine!" Ellustrya pouted.
"Hmmph! Be like that then!" Celdine snorted. "Guess I'll just have to throw my lot in with…"
She took one look at Aerisa, but her mind went blank.
"Uh, who are you again, girl dressed like a butler in strawberry panties?"
"I am Aersia." The female butler said, with her slacks huddled around her ankles, her strawberries visible for all to see in spite of her futile attempts to cover it.
"Yeah, Aeripeesa!" Celdine said with glee.
"It's Aerisa, you fool." The underdressed butler said irritably, despite her unreadable expression.
"Let's show that us ladies with colorful panties are better than that stuck-up princess with the plain white undies!" Celdine continued, a gleefully smile forming on her face from ear to ear.
"But wait, that's two against one…" Boldasarre pointed out, having a slightly bewildered look on his face.
"Correct," Aerisa acknowledged. "The Princess is indeed outnumbered. Unless you're willing to join her."
"Of course I'm willing to join her!" Boldasarre shouted resolutely. "Me and Lady Ellustrya… nothing can separate us."
"Even if that means you're in your tighty-whities, Boldy?" Celdine interjected, the excitement ever so evident in her tone.
"Ehhhh…?"
Celdine shook her head in disbelief.
"C'mon Boldy, just because you're a guy doesn't mean you get some special privilege. Rules are rules, am I right?"
Aerisa nodded in agreement.
"So what are ya waitin' for Boldy? Drop your pants!"
"Here, right now?" He responded incredulously, his voice a mixture of disbelief, trepidation and embarrassment.
"You ain't gettin' out of this one, Boldy!" Celdine proclaimed with confidence. "We're already in our knickers, so don't just leave it to the girls!"
"Boldasarre, you have no obligation to follow me." Ellustrya said in a motherly tone, asshe felt the cool breeze against her bare thighs and hips. "If you want out, then now is the time."
"No!" Boldasarre yelled at the top of his lungs. "Just leaving this to the women would be… wrong."
Without another word, Boldasarre slid down his trousers, revealing his tight, white briefs. Ellustrya could not believe her eyes. Here they were, the couple separated by time and brought back together by destiny, with their trousers around their ankles and in their undergarments.
Ellustrya's face was as flushed as it could go. She was undoubtedly aroused by the sight before her. The man she loved had dropped his pants for her. Celdine and Aerisa were also in awe of the sight.
"B-Boldasarre… we're both stood out here, in our undergarments." Ellustrya said, as she tried look away, her face as red as blood and flustered to the point of wanting to esape.
"I'm your Panty Prince, remember?" Boldasarre said with conviction. He took both her hands into his. "And you're my Panty Princess."
"Boldasarre…"
"Okay, lovebirds, get a room!" Celdine interrupted with a hint of envy in her voice. "I'm in my underwear too! Why can't I be your Panty Princess?"
Ellustrya gave Celdine one look that just had, my goodness this woman is noisome, written all over it. She still had not come to terms with this whole farce. There they all were, trousers dropped, in their underpants, ready to take on the Aviansaur. The Queen of the Elder Dark Elves would brave a fearsome monster… in her knickers. She couldn't get her head around it. She never seriously considered that Aerisa would agree to this silly quest. She had only just gotten over the moniker "Pants-Down Princess" or "Princess Panties," she was back in her knickers already, her breeches rumpled over her feet in a disheveled mess.
How do I get myself into these foolish fables? She thought to herself. And now she had dragged her lover, Boldasarre, into it too. She was renowned for her strong sense of social and economic justice, stealing from the rich to feed the poor. If she could get hands on the golden egg, then she might be able to feed every starving belly in all the land.
"Okay, everyone, nuff' standin' around!" Celdine announced. "Ellustrya, I'm gonna kick your voluptuous ass this time around! And when you get sent home, Boldy is all mine!"
"I swear on these pristine royal undergarments that I'll never allow that to happen, you bimbo." Ellustrya shot back with as much venom as she could amass.
"We're fianally gonna see the back of that big white pantied ass of yours," Celdine sneered.
"If I may, we must focus on the quest at hand," Aerisa interjected, her voice bereft of any emotion. "It is imperative that find that golden egg as soon as possible."
"Right!" Celdine responded. "Good luck, white Panty Princess, you're gonna need it!"
Ellustrya simply shot Celdine one last glare before taking Boldasarre's hand and dashing down the alleyway. Hand in hand, they sprinted down the streets awkwardly with their trousers around their ankles and their whites for all to see. As absurd as this whole scenario was, she knew she was enduring it for a good cause, and she won't have to be sent back home.
But there were also other stakes she would be forced to content with. She must travel through swamps, over mountains, and navigate caves, all with her trousers down. And then there was the added pressure of not being caught in her underwear in the wilderness, and she also had to protect Boldasarre.
"Uh, Lady Ellustra," Boldasarre began tentatively, "don't we look really stupid right now?"
"Are you saying I look stupid in my knickers?" She fired back.
"Eeep! I-I didn't mean it that way… I meant, I look stupid."
"No you don't. Now pull yourself together!"
"Yes Ma'am!"
They ran in an ungainly waddle-like movement, as the fabric around their lower extremities didn't allow for much freedom of movement. They had completely overlooked the beggar they encountered before. On the other hand, the beggar didn't overlook Ellustrya's brilliant white panty-clad buttocks dashing before him. He looked at his bottle of whiskey incredulously.
"What are they putting in this stuff nowadays?"