The pixies scattered in a blur of wings as they rose to escape the wrath of Susan, but not before she had a hold on her panties.

Soon Susan was surrounded by a multicolored cloud of pixies, forming an almost perfect circle around her, just out of arms reach. With them were most of her clothes.
Now out of harms way, the pixies resumed cheering and laughing.

"I know a game!", one of them shouted. "Let us hide her stuff in the woods!"

And with this, the giggling cloud of pixies dispersed, each end every one heading for the trees.

Well, at least I got something, Susan thought as the pixies fled with her clothes. She had her panties, so she wouldn't be completely naked. Her sneakers had also been left behind, presumably too heavy for the little creatures to take quickly, which would protect her feet if she went into the forest to try to find more of her clothes.

The question was, did she want to do that? She considered as she got her towel from her bag and washed off the pixie ejaculate in the stream. The panties would probably pass as outerwear to a casual observer, but she'd still need a top of some sort; she couldn't expect to get back to her room unnoticed or to escape trouble for walking around topless. On the other hand, running aimlessly through the forest half-naked wasn't exactly the smartest idea even if the pixies weren't planning some other mischief for when she found any of her clothes.

If I did that, I might as well just advertise myself as available to any monsters passing by. I really should start bringing a spare set of clothes with me; this isn't the first time I've been attacked out here. Getting back to campus would be easier if I had something in my bag to cover up with...

She paused, considering the towel. It was rather large. Maybe... She wrapped it around her breasts, tying a knot between them. She'd had to squash her breasts quite a bit to do this, and it felt like she would pop out of it if she moved too suddenly, but it should do well enough to let her get back to her room.

As long as no-one gets a good look at it. Standing up, she mentally added, And I don't have to inhale too much. It was better than nothing, though, and she put on her remaining clothes, grabbed her bag, and headed back towards the school.

As she started back, she wondered how long the pixies would wait before realizing that she wasn't going to chase after them to get her clothes back. Despite everything, the mental image of them sitting around for hours doing nothing but growing bored as they waited for her elicited a small chuckle.

Serves them right if that does happen.

Susan's estimate of the pixies and their clever plan was quite accurate. The little pests flew off to hang various garments at strategic places, hoping to lead a naked and vulnerable Susan to spot they knew was near the resting place of another monster.
Once they realized Susan had grown wise to their game, a small squabble arose about whom were to be blamed. The squabble turned into a brawl, which then morphed into an orgy. After this, the pixies found something else to occupy themselves, and soon, the whole event was mostly forgotten.

Mostly.

For several weeks, Pink made a small point of returning to the place near the brook. There she would sit among the new, pink flowers created by her magical discharge, and sing quietly to herself.

(OOC: I guess this concludes it, right? Thanks for playing with me. It was fun )