Catgirls and Dungeons

After a long walk, we finally leave the bustling food section behind and enter a quieter area lined with shops.

This part of Mistvale feels different—more specialized. Rows of stores sell everything from clothes, armor, and weapons to potions, daily essentials, souvenirs, and maps. Most of the shops are already closed for the evening, their wooden shutters drawn and lights dimmed, but a few remain open, their warm glow spilling out onto the street.

“Oh! That reminds me,” Eris suddenly says, turning to me with a grin. “We need to buy you some new clothes!”

“Eh? But…” I start, hesitating. “I don’t have any money right now…”

“Nah, don’t worry about it!” Eris waves her hand dismissively. “It’s my gift to you, a congratulations for landing the job!” She winks, but then her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as she leans in closer. “And besides… we really need to get you some undergarments.”

Huh? Under… what?” I blink, confused.

Eris leans in even closer, practically nose-to-nose now. “Undergarments…” she whispers, cupping her hands in front of her chest in a subtle gesture. “You know… for your briskets and your lil’ muffins.”

“Briskets? Muffins???” I repeat, blinking rapidly.

What the heck is she talking about? Beef brisket? Bread? Is she hungry again?

It takes a second for me to catch on, and when I do—oh.

Oh no!!!

A wave of heat rushes straight to my face, my cheeks burning so hot I feel like I could melt!

Right!!!

Undergarments!!!

Underwear!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

I haven’t even thought about it until now!

My face feels like it’s on fire.

And there is a reason for that!!!

“E-Eris?” I stammer, my voice barely a whisper. “W-Whose undergarments am I wearing right now?”

“Oh, mine of course.” Eris replies nonchalantly, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

At her words, I freeze. My entire body locks up as my brain spirals into a full-blown meltdown.

What?

WHAT THE HECK?!?

I’m… I’m wearing Eris’ panties???

I’M WEARING ERIS’ PANTIESSSS?!?!?

HOLY SHIT!!!

A tidal wave of emotions crashes over me—shock, embarrassment, and something else I can’t even begin to identify. My brain is short-circuiting. I know I shouldn’t be getting worked up about this; it’s just girls sharing clothes, right?

Nothing serious… right?

RIGHT?!?

But just the thought that the panties I’m wearing used to be wore by Eris as well…

Indirect muffin touches…

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

DAMN YOU PERVERTED THOUGHTS!!!

Oh my, those perverted thoughts keep flooding my mind, and I feel myself sinking into dangerous territory. I have to stop.

I shake my head vigorously, trying to push the inappropriate thoughts away. When I glance at Eris, she just chuckles, making me feel even more embarrassed.

“Don’t worry,” she says. “They’re mine, but they’re new! I literally just bought them last week. I haven’t worn them yet.”

Oh….

OHHHH!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

I want to die

I WANT TO DIE SO BADLY NOW!!!

The perverted thoughts earlier was one thing.

But now, knowing that Eris never wore this panties…

WHY THE HECK AM I FEELING DISAPPOINTED?!?

…

Well, moving on from that mortifying realization, there’s also the issue with the top part…

As Eris and I are about the same height and build, we can wear the same clothes without much trouble. In fact, the dress I’m wearing right now is hers. It’s comfortable, and honestly, I like it. But there’s one key difference.

The chest.

Eris has… well, a chest. Two round, jiggly chiffon cakes.

Meanwhile, mine? It’s like two sad pancakes with tiny raisins on top.

In simpler words—I’m flat.

FLAT AS A BOARD!

I glance down at myself and heave a deep sigh. I’m literally just wrapping a piece of cloth around my chest to keep my nipples from poking through the dress. That’s it.

“L-Let’s get those undergarments now!” I squeak.

Eris laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and grabs my hand, pulling me forward. “Yeah, let’s go! I know just the place.”

She then leads me through the narrow streets, weaving between people and carts, until we arrive at a quaint little shop. A wooden sign hangs above the door, swaying gently in the evening breeze. The words “Eclipse” are delicately carved into the wood, and warm candlelight flickers from within. It’s nearly closing time, so we’re lucky to have made it just in time.

With a soft creak, Eris pushes the door open, and we step inside.