Date With A Dragoness: Part Two – A Gift

My jaw dropped. Ari giggled and sat in Eekaa’s lap, to both of their pleasures, Eekaa’s hands wandering the noble’s scales while Ari’ enjoyed the muscled Orc’s touches.

In front of me, a mannequin with a beautifully patterned dress gazed ahead, reflecting in the mirrors the masterwork that it wore. In manifold greens underlined by pale greys, the dress’s skirt was decorated with shapes of scales and the occasional sharper edge, a cohesion between it all that went well against my skin beside it. Oddly, the dress had a few blank spots and windows, lines where there seemed to be a sudden cut off in the decoration, usually framed by a line or two. Especially noticeable was the lack of cups to hold my tits, with the fabric being entirely missing around the top of the chest, though the neckline was still connected, and a loop of fabric draped where my cleavage would be. Looking up just a bit more, it was easy to see why.

A hanger on the left and right sides of the mirrors held a set of garments that matched the brilliance of the dress, if not even more intricately designed and beautiful. The left held a type of bra and panties, something no doubt shaped exactly to my curves, though they were borderline decorative with the slit in the front of the panties, and the bra looking like it might’ve been designed to show more than it hid. The hanger on the right however, held a set of straps, silken and again, matching the dress perfectly, though it looked like they covered exactly nothing. The craziest piece of them however, was the emerald sitting directly in the middle of the chest. It was large, worked into one of the straps to be part of the entire piece, easily worth more than the other few emeralds that were speckled throughout other straps.

“Ari.” I said, not believing my eyes.

“Yes my dear?” She asked back.

“Who’s is this?” I say, having a feeling I know the answer.

“Well of course, it belongs to a certain little beasty…” She started to say jokingly, before dropping the act, “…Ah, what am I saying, it’s all yours my dear! Please, be a doll and put it on for us. I’ve been positively dying to see you in it since the afternoon you visited!”

Hesitantly, I reached out to it, the fabric gliding under my fingers, softer than anything I’ve ever felt, including the black dress from earlier. The type of soft that made me want to hold it and never let go. With widened eyes, I turned to Ari, who was smiling proudly, Eekaa’s approving form giving her a hug for me. Torn between whether to put it on or go give her that hug personally, I looked back and forth between the two. Eventually I came to a decision. I need to know how good it looks.

Facing the mirror, I unclasped my tunic, eagerly pulling off my pants to put the dress on. Ari interrupted me though, “Ah, wait, the panties first dear, this is the type of dress you step into, not pull on, and there is simply no room for anything but your finest self inside.”

Blushing slightly, I nod and remove my own panties, making it a bit of a show for the hums of appreciation at my rear. What a set of perverts…

Leaving them on the floor, I took down the hanger that held my new lingerie set, the wildly expensive softness slipping off the hanger and over my scaled legs to where it was meant to be. It felt odd, having both a covering and nothing being covered, the easy access panties clearly part of Ari’s intentions for later in the night. Turing to the mirror though, they framed my quim well, an extra layer that only highlighted some of the arousal I was feeling. Ignoring it, I turned back to the dress.

Ari interrupted me again however, “Oh, no, the harness is next, and before you put that on, do remove the undergarment fabric dear.”

Impatiently, I quickly untied and removed it, my tits bouncing free to their full size. Wait. In all this mess, I forgot about the fact that they’re bigger. “Shit, wait, Ari, my uh, my tits aren’t the same size they were when you measured me, are you sure I’ll fit? I mean, I really hope so because I love the dress but…” I trailed off, only to look up to Ari’s confused face.

“Dear, I am fairly certain I remember your fabulous tits being that size, I made it to be...” She stopped, confusion crossing her face. She seemed to be doubting herself before motioning to Eekaa to let her up. “Continue on with the harness dear, I’ll just need to double check something, I’m certain it’ll fit fine, though I think you may have grown much more than I remember...”

Continuing on, I watched in the mirror as Ari got up from the couch, a little less sure of herself than before. Carefully, I slipped the strappy harness from its place on the mannequin, the gemstone glinting in a stray ray of light. It held a marking inside it, some mysterious shape carved into the back of the gem that reflected outward in a kaleidoscopic fashion. I could have stared into it for much, much longer, trying to figure out the shape. Ultimately, I put away my inquisitive thoughts to slip the harness on, the straps hanging while I undid everything.

Slipping the collar-like strap around my neck, I fastened it so that the jewel hung directly between my tits, like a decadent necklace of flourishing green. I went to go do up some of the other straps before a thought occurred to me.

“Shouldn’t I be putting on the bra before this?” I asked, the confusion doubling as I realised I had no idea how to do up any of the other straps. Before I could turn around, Ari’s form appeared around the corner of the partitions, the black book and measured string in hand.

“No, in this set the bra will sit on top. That aside, hold your arms up for a moment for me dear.” She requested, her swift motions to measure my bust already half completed as I raised my arms for her. She held it there for a moment before referring to the black book, a page with my name on it neatly written out.

“How odd. I most definitely remember your sizes, and yet here it is written otherwise, by my own hand, matching your current size…” She said, stepping back slightly to throw the book onto the couch. I still had my arms raised, watching her in the mirror as she approached, her steps slow and forceful, showing off her own delectable size. Did my curse change the measurements in the book?

“You can drop your hands now dear.” She said amusedly, the heat of embarrassment crossing my face. I decided to leave it for after tonight, a coincidence that works out in my favour, I suppose.

“R-right, um, I need help with the straps… please?” I asked, unsure where to put my hands. Ari knelt behind me before I could figure it out, her hands immediately coming to a few of the loose straps and buckles. Sorting through them, she found the first one she was looking for, dangling at my front.

“Spread your legs a little dear, it’s important to get this exactly right.” She asserted, a free hand tracing where the panties found my hip. Doing as told, I widened my stance, giving ample space for Ari to help me.

She took the strap and passed it between my legs to her other hand, pulling it loosely against my pussy, the soft material slack while she threaded it through a buckle somewhere at the back. Suddenly, it tightened, digging into my admittedly wet folds, right over my clit. In the mirror, it was barely visible as my pussy seemed to swallow it, Ari’s stray finger tracing the strap from behind through my slit. It came away sticky, my nethers tingling against the tight strap from even that simple contact.

“My, someone’s enjoying this. Too bad she’ll just have to wait for now…” Ari teased, moving to do up some of the other straps.

Eventually, every strap was fastened in place, the harness applying pressure to my body in all the right places to emphasise my thickness. Gazing at the mirror of myself, I moved around, looking from every angle at what the harness had done to my appearance. My eyes were caught on the way the straps around my thighs underlined my ass, the green standing out, but still complimenting my scale’s colour. My plump body creating generous amounts of squish around my ass.

“Oh dear, I can hardly wait to get a taste of you…” Ari said, standing to bend down until her head was next to mine, a hand on each of my shoulders. She was staring into the mirror with me, her eyes challenging mine after taking their time committing the sight of me to memory. I’ve no doubt Eeka was doing something similar to our behinds.

Ari, still in the mood to tease, straightened up, sighing, “Ah, but I should get ready for our date hm? Go ahead, put the dress on, I believe you can handle that without help dear?”

“Ah, y-yep, I can, you uh, get dressed…” I said, swimming through a fog of dreamy thoughts involving no small amount of that tongue of hers.