3/4 (I guess this was longer than I thought)crystaldawnJuly 25 2010, 10:34:28 UTC
The chinks of gold metal snapped like cheap tin, causing the front of Orihime's tight metal bra to pop loose, freeing her large breasts. They bounced freely for a split second before she moved to cover her chest with a shriek, kneeling on the cave floor. And as for the dragon, as soon as he saw the girl's jiggly bare flesh, he moved to cover his golden, serpentine eyes, hiding them behind his claws.
"O-Oh god, I'm sorry," the dragon stammered, sneaking a little peek from between his talons, "I wasn't trying to... I didn't mean...!" If it was possible for a dragon to blush, this dragon sounded like that was exactly what he was doing.
"S-Souten Kisshun!" Orihime cried, causing two little pixies to fly away from her neck and cover her in a shining dome. Slowly, as if reversing time, the clasps came back together on her golden bra, supporting her large breasts once again.
"Look, I don't want you to think I'm a pervert or anything, I just..." the dragon stammered, uncovering his eyes when he was sure it was safe. Unfortunately, the girl didn't seem to be responding to him. Instead, she was trembling and sniffling. "Oh gods, don't... don't cry!"
"Tsu... TSUBAKI! Koten Zanshun!" the priestess yelled tearfully, causing one more pixie to fly out from her choker and zoom straight towards the dragon's triangular head. The poor dragon was too surprised to do much but gawk as the little black-clad boy pixie began to land blow after blow to his pointy dragon ears.
"H-Hey, knock it off, ya little gnat!" the dragon protested. It was less of a growl and more... whining. If Orihime noticed, she didn't let on like she did. She was too busy being mortified.
"I'll teach you to abuse the Mistress!" the angry pixie shouted, landing his thirtieth punch on the dragon's head. Meanwhile, the two healing pixies were watching, bemused.
"Mistress, what's that you have in your hand?" the one with the blond ponytail, Shun'o, finally asked. Orihime looked up to the tiny creature who had stopped his magic once her bra was repaired and blinked a few more tears away.
"Oh, this?" she asked, oblivious to the dragon's anguished cries behind her, "I don't know - Lily, Baigon, and Hinagiku found it, but I think it's broken..." She held it up to the healing pixies for them to examine. Shun'o and his quiet partner Ayame examined it.
"Do you want us to cast Repair on it?" he finally asked, "It looks like that dragon's collar..." As if on cue, the poor dragon's head dropped to the ground of the cave, eyes rolled back in its head and tongue lolling to the side. Orihime's eyes widened as the three companions watched Tsubaki stand triumphantly over the beast he'd just defeated, propping his foot up on one long, golden horn.
"Yes, please," she nodded, carrying the collar over to the unconscious dragon and positioning it around his long, scaly neck, "Shun'o, Ayame - Repair, please!"
The little pixies immediately went to work, casting their glowing magic barrier over the collar. Almost immediately, their spell began to work as the metal knitted back together. As soon as the collar was once again complete, though, something unexpected happened - the dragon exploded in a bright flash of white light.
The three fairies zipped back to Orihime's choker in fright as she shielded her eyes against the brightness. When it finally cleared, to her surprise, the dragon was gone. In its place was a young man about her age with bright red hair, something of a tan, and who was completely unconscious. But quite possibly the biggest downside to this was that the only thing the man was wearing was the broad gold collar that Orihime's pixies had just repaired.
She grabbed both cheeks with her hands, her face turning crimson at the sight. Sure, she'd been an adventurer for a while and had seen more than her fair share of crazy stuff, but she had never actually seen a naked man's bare bottom!
"I should've known!" she wailed, finally covering her face after getting a complete eyeful, "Of course he'd have a human form! I should've brought clothes with me!"
"O-Oh god, I'm sorry," the dragon stammered, sneaking a little peek from between his talons, "I wasn't trying to... I didn't mean...!" If it was possible for a dragon to blush, this dragon sounded like that was exactly what he was doing.
"S-Souten Kisshun!" Orihime cried, causing two little pixies to fly away from her neck and cover her in a shining dome. Slowly, as if reversing time, the clasps came back together on her golden bra, supporting her large breasts once again.
"Look, I don't want you to think I'm a pervert or anything, I just..." the dragon stammered, uncovering his eyes when he was sure it was safe. Unfortunately, the girl didn't seem to be responding to him. Instead, she was trembling and sniffling. "Oh gods, don't... don't cry!"
"Tsu... TSUBAKI! Koten Zanshun!" the priestess yelled tearfully, causing one more pixie to fly out from her choker and zoom straight towards the dragon's triangular head. The poor dragon was too surprised to do much but gawk as the little black-clad boy pixie began to land blow after blow to his pointy dragon ears.
"H-Hey, knock it off, ya little gnat!" the dragon protested. It was less of a growl and more... whining. If Orihime noticed, she didn't let on like she did. She was too busy being mortified.
"I'll teach you to abuse the Mistress!" the angry pixie shouted, landing his thirtieth punch on the dragon's head. Meanwhile, the two healing pixies were watching, bemused.
"Mistress, what's that you have in your hand?" the one with the blond ponytail, Shun'o, finally asked. Orihime looked up to the tiny creature who had stopped his magic once her bra was repaired and blinked a few more tears away.
"Oh, this?" she asked, oblivious to the dragon's anguished cries behind her, "I don't know - Lily, Baigon, and Hinagiku found it, but I think it's broken..." She held it up to the healing pixies for them to examine. Shun'o and his quiet partner Ayame examined it.
"Do you want us to cast Repair on it?" he finally asked, "It looks like that dragon's collar..." As if on cue, the poor dragon's head dropped to the ground of the cave, eyes rolled back in its head and tongue lolling to the side. Orihime's eyes widened as the three companions watched Tsubaki stand triumphantly over the beast he'd just defeated, propping his foot up on one long, golden horn.
"Yes, please," she nodded, carrying the collar over to the unconscious dragon and positioning it around his long, scaly neck, "Shun'o, Ayame - Repair, please!"
The little pixies immediately went to work, casting their glowing magic barrier over the collar. Almost immediately, their spell began to work as the metal knitted back together. As soon as the collar was once again complete, though, something unexpected happened - the dragon exploded in a bright flash of white light.
The three fairies zipped back to Orihime's choker in fright as she shielded her eyes against the brightness. When it finally cleared, to her surprise, the dragon was gone. In its place was a young man about her age with bright red hair, something of a tan, and who was completely unconscious. But quite possibly the biggest downside to this was that the only thing the man was wearing was the broad gold collar that Orihime's pixies had just repaired.
She grabbed both cheeks with her hands, her face turning crimson at the sight. Sure, she'd been an adventurer for a while and had seen more than her fair share of crazy stuff, but she had never actually seen a naked man's bare bottom!
"I should've known!" she wailed, finally covering her face after getting a complete eyeful, "Of course he'd have a human form! I should've brought clothes with me!"
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