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Gypsy Evening Soft
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The punishment should fit the crime. This bird wanted to rob me of my clothes, then I’m not going to stop Anita from taking hers.
“Adventurers do fight,” I say to the pleading bird, “And they always sort it out at the end of the evening. Not everyone leaves happy, but it. Gets. Settled. Of course, if you want me to let someone other than Anita settle it…”
Dotti smacks her chops. I put a hand on her shoulder.
“O-okay!” Apricot winces. “Um, pervy wind witch, just give me a moment…”
Apricot slips her wing-talons under her skirt and whips down a pair of shorts and panties, quickly stepping out and skittering aside. She hands over the panties ashamedly. “Here.”
“The shorts, too,” Anita insists.
“B-but… do you have any idea how hard it is to get shorts that I can pull up with my wing-talons slicing them to bits?!”
“Then maybe you’ll appreciate how hard we adventurers have to work to get our possessions,” Anita says, reaching for the shorts.
“Don’t worry, Apricot!” Aífe declares, swooping in to grab the shorts (and panties, too). “She only asked for your panties, no fair changing the deal. These shorts are MINE! Nyehehe!”
“Stop right there! You’re a criminal too, magpie!” Anita says, wind magic whipping through the alley and blasting the clothes out of Aífe’s grip. Anita and Aífe chase them down, the bird cackling and whirling nimbly, chasing the up-for-grabs clothes.
“Aífe!” Apricot wails, pressing her skirt tight between her legs and chasing after them on foot, refusing to take to the skies. “Aífe, slow down! I’m a city bird!”
The three of them disappear around the corner.
That was weird.
- Apricot has permanently lost: Snip-Proof Shorts
- Apricot has permanently lost: Stitched-Up Orange Panties
“Dotti,” I ask, “Are we at least closer to the place where you can take us over?”
“Uh-huh!” Dotti nods. “It’s right over there. Next to the trash pile.”
“Of course it is…”
Thankfully, there’s no one to see Dotti’s clothes illusion waver as Dotti casts her dimension-hopping spell. If we hadn’t brought Anita, we’d be vulnerable to an ambush from these birds. I’m suddenly grateful for all that weirdness.
One mind-bendingly odd, twisty-turning, gut-twisting spell later, I’m back in CRUST CITY, the dimensional anchor city for Dotti’s spell. I try to forget my time here with Rocio, Landi’s college sorority sister, as we make our way to the laundromat.
Which one of Donut’s OCs does our dynamic duo run into on the streets of CRUST CITY?
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