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Title: December 16, 2008: Breath of Fire I&II
Fandom: Breath of Fire.
Warnings: Faladyne-inspired. Nudity, Crossdressing. Very graphic description of mustard gore.
Summary: All prompts came from Fally, who is just a little messed up in the head. Though, you’ll see I’m even more messed up as I actually wrote them.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 16, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: Post-transformation nudity, an attraction to transformations (like, the actual act of)....
(BoFI)
Ryu felt his body shiver and shake as his scales receded from his body, his form shrinking as the dark blue color faded into it’s normal peach. His wings were spread behind him, the delicate skin between the bones vibrating as they were slowly sucked into his back. As his ears began to reform, he could hear Bleu’s almost orgasmic shrieks of joy as she watched him change from dragon to man, followed by Nina’s groans of disgust. With a disgusting sounding slurp, the last of his extra parts disappeared, leaving him standing nude in the middle of the abandoned dungeon. He shuddered as a cool breeze wafted over certain areas, finally feeling the chill that had not been present when he inhabited the other form.
He found himself shuddering for another reason when Bleu threw her half-nude self at him, pressing scales to skin, demanding that he do it again.
Prompt: Women's clothing (just because Ryu in chick’s gear would be hilarious)
(BoF1)
Ryu frowned, using the remains of his cape to cover himself as he rummaged through his pack, pointedly ignoring the half-stunned /half-intrigued stares of the women who ran the inn. He could hear the melodic whistling of their gossip, and tried not to wince when it reached an earsplitting pitch, focusing instead on finding his last pair of spare clothing so he could at least have something between his delicate parts and the women who were staring at him like he was a piece of meat. After a thorough inspection of his pack -and the others’- and turning up nothing even remotely resembling clothing -with the exception of Nina’s thong-, with a shaking hand, he reached for his flute and walked up to the twittering women, one hand gripping the cape tied around his waist like it was his last lifeline.
Five minutes of conversation found Ryu clad in the local fashion, except bluer. It matched his hair, the women had squealed, as they ran their hands over his body, adjusting the hem of his skirt, and the fall of his blouse. The Light Dragon considered himself lucky that they had yet to gain enough courage to run a hand *under* his skirt to adjust his underwear, which was slowly beginning to ride up.
He made a note to stop by his hometown as soon as possible to stock up on normal clothing, because he never, ever wanted to wear a dress again, or panties. The dress really wasn’t so bad when you got used to it, but the panties had to go, and fast.
Prompt: a very, very, very, very, very angry onion And mustard!
(BoFII)
Ryu tried not to think too hard about the appearances of the monsters they fought, after all, some, he was convinced, only existed to disturb the hell out of the unfortunate soul who was unfortunate enough to gaze upon them. However, as many things as he had seen and fought, he had never expected to come across... this. The monster-pair in front of his snorted, the stench of their breath almost enough to make him gag, by sheer willpower he held onto his sword and slashed through the first, an onion with a major temper problem.
The onion dissolved into tattered bits rather quickly, leaving only the second to deal with. It rushed at Katt, only to be met with a vicious blow to the head. Yellow liquid leaking profusely from its head, it drew back and considered its next move. Ryu moved to a defensive position, his sword in front of him; if he were to attack, the thing would explode, splattering them all with the slightly stinging, pungent liquid. Luckily for him, only seconds after, Katt moved to attack, slamming the thing hard into the ground with a single blow from her staff. The same liquid squirted out, pooling in front of the thing on the ground. Katt stomped on it again for good measure and then walked to rejoin the rest of the party, her nose in the air.
Ryu would never look at a bottle of mustard in the same way ever again.
A day late, but worth it I think.
Fandom: Breath of Fire.
Warnings: Faladyne-inspired. Nudity, Crossdressing. Very graphic description of mustard gore.
Summary: All prompts came from Fally, who is just a little messed up in the head. Though, you’ll see I’m even more messed up as I actually wrote them.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 16, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: Post-transformation nudity, an attraction to transformations (like, the actual act of)....
(BoFI)
Ryu felt his body shiver and shake as his scales receded from his body, his form shrinking as the dark blue color faded into it’s normal peach. His wings were spread behind him, the delicate skin between the bones vibrating as they were slowly sucked into his back. As his ears began to reform, he could hear Bleu’s almost orgasmic shrieks of joy as she watched him change from dragon to man, followed by Nina’s groans of disgust. With a disgusting sounding slurp, the last of his extra parts disappeared, leaving him standing nude in the middle of the abandoned dungeon. He shuddered as a cool breeze wafted over certain areas, finally feeling the chill that had not been present when he inhabited the other form.
He found himself shuddering for another reason when Bleu threw her half-nude self at him, pressing scales to skin, demanding that he do it again.
Prompt: Women's clothing (just because Ryu in chick’s gear would be hilarious)
(BoF1)
Ryu frowned, using the remains of his cape to cover himself as he rummaged through his pack, pointedly ignoring the half-stunned /half-intrigued stares of the women who ran the inn. He could hear the melodic whistling of their gossip, and tried not to wince when it reached an earsplitting pitch, focusing instead on finding his last pair of spare clothing so he could at least have something between his delicate parts and the women who were staring at him like he was a piece of meat. After a thorough inspection of his pack -and the others’- and turning up nothing even remotely resembling clothing -with the exception of Nina’s thong-, with a shaking hand, he reached for his flute and walked up to the twittering women, one hand gripping the cape tied around his waist like it was his last lifeline.
Five minutes of conversation found Ryu clad in the local fashion, except bluer. It matched his hair, the women had squealed, as they ran their hands over his body, adjusting the hem of his skirt, and the fall of his blouse. The Light Dragon considered himself lucky that they had yet to gain enough courage to run a hand *under* his skirt to adjust his underwear, which was slowly beginning to ride up.
He made a note to stop by his hometown as soon as possible to stock up on normal clothing, because he never, ever wanted to wear a dress again, or panties. The dress really wasn’t so bad when you got used to it, but the panties had to go, and fast.
Prompt: a very, very, very, very, very angry onion And mustard!
(BoFII)
Ryu tried not to think too hard about the appearances of the monsters they fought, after all, some, he was convinced, only existed to disturb the hell out of the unfortunate soul who was unfortunate enough to gaze upon them. However, as many things as he had seen and fought, he had never expected to come across... this. The monster-pair in front of his snorted, the stench of their breath almost enough to make him gag, by sheer willpower he held onto his sword and slashed through the first, an onion with a major temper problem.
The onion dissolved into tattered bits rather quickly, leaving only the second to deal with. It rushed at Katt, only to be met with a vicious blow to the head. Yellow liquid leaking profusely from its head, it drew back and considered its next move. Ryu moved to a defensive position, his sword in front of him; if he were to attack, the thing would explode, splattering them all with the slightly stinging, pungent liquid. Luckily for him, only seconds after, Katt moved to attack, slamming the thing hard into the ground with a single blow from her staff. The same liquid squirted out, pooling in front of the thing on the ground. Katt stomped on it again for good measure and then walked to rejoin the rest of the party, her nose in the air.
Ryu would never look at a bottle of mustard in the same way ever again.
A day late, but worth it I think.
