Beast's Castle

Tentatively she looked around, feeling cool air settle against her skin.

It looked like a castle. Huge stone walls, an open courtyard adorned with a few small statues, nothing that stood out. A huge gate leading to outside in one direction, a massive door leading into the castle in the other direction.

No Unversed that she could see, at least not immediately, just the usual things she'd expect to see around a castle. And also no explanation as to why, to blend into this world, the spell had decided to strip her of everything but the small pauldron that was part of her Keyblade armour, and the boots that went along with it.

Aqua looked down, squealed, and immediately clutched one hand over her pussy, hunching forwards slightly so that her upper arm passed over her chest as well. Her other arm quickly joined it, anxious to block her boobs from view as well.

Her Keyblade armour wasn't going anywhere, she knew that. No spell would make her be rid of it; she needed it to traverse the gaps between worlds. Activating it on the other hand was as good as impossible on worlds like this, where she had to maintain the Order.

Maybe she should just leave as soon as possible, chalk this world up as a mistake and never return. That would work.

"But a candlestick? Non, non, I ask you..."

At the sound of a voice, a whimper escaped the Keyblade Master's lips. Nervously she glanced around the courtyard, before darting over to a statue, crouching behind it. Who was talking, she couldn't see-

"We'll just have to adjust, Lumiere, you heard what she said," another voice said. That one sounded like a woman, unlike the French-accented man she'd heard before.

Aqua bit her lip, crouching lower behind the plinth; the statue wasn't much larger than she was, but it was the only place to hide she had. She flushed, the red in her cheeks standing out all the more against the blue of her hair.

She had to grip the statue plinth with one hand to keep balance, hunched over as much as she was. Still, so long as no one saw her that was bearable; she crouched low enough that she might have been sitting on something invisible, bare ass hyperaware of the cool air touching it. One arm stayed crossed over her tits while she shivered slightly.

Who was talking anyway? There were no people, just-

She bit back a yelp as she caught sight of movement, swiftly shuffling around the statue to ensure she was on the far side, cheeks blazing. She couldn't be seen, she couldn't be seen...

Wait... Was that a candlestick and a teapot? Aqua blinked, for a moment sheer surprise making her falter. Then, breathless, she quickly returned to moving around the statue, praying nothing else walked into the courtyard.

"Yes, yes, the curse," the candlestick, Lumiere apparently, said. Aqua did a double-take. "Ah, but the Master, have you seen how he is now? The Enchantress was cruel indeed."

Curses? Enchantress?

Wait. Aqua's eyes widened; were they not meant to look like that? By the sound of it some kind of curse had been enacted on the castle, something to transform the people present. By that logic...

That might explain it. The spell to make her blend in might have gotten confused, interpreting the transfigured people both as the normal inhabitants of the area, and as their human forms all at once. Appliances didn't wear clothes, but they were still human technically, so...

Which left her in quite a mess. Aqua squirmed, longingly casting her eyes skywards.

Leaving was still tempting, but... They'd mentioned a curse. It was her duty to face evil anywhere, and it sounded as though there was evil here, only... only she'd have to face it with what she had on. The Keyblade Master whimpered, pressing her legs together nervously.

No part of her training had even remotely prepared her for public nudity!

At least there was a castle right there. That was good, right? Castles meant people, which meant clothes she could borrow for as long as she was on this world.

On the other hand... Castles meant people, and the last thing she wanted was to run into anyone else while she was like this. Maybe she should take her chances outside?

Nervously, Aqua summoned her Keyblade. It was best to be prepared; that, and at least she could use it for a little modesty, clutching it to the front of her chest. The wide key-handle offered a little more to hide her boobs, bars on either side of the hilt pressing against her nipples. She pointed it downwards, the shaft passing between her legs to conceal her pussy.

It wasn't much; she shivered slightly, still blushing. And it did nothing for anyone that might see her from behind; Aqua glanced back nervously, only starting to straighten when the candlestick and teapot wandered out of the courtyard.

She swallowed. Fighting evil curses was her duty, but it was taking everything she had to not just flee and leave that world behind.