Battle Royale w. Cheese! Turn 5.5 - Tohru (A Mostly Mundane Mall) (Patreon)

> TRY ON /ALBEDO/ [VANILLA?]

“Oh, I do agree, Miss Panty!” said Tohru, Collar beeping. “But before I leave you to your work, I have a little request to ask…” Tohru struggled to stop her mouth–what was she even saying?!

“Oh?” said Blackcat/Panchira, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “Nyou better nyot want to borrow money from me, nya. I’ve fallen for that trick way too many times.”

Tohru shook her head. “Actually, I’d like to try on one of your dresses!” She pointed at the pile of abandoned clothes to Panchira’s right. “Specifically, that one.”

With a frown, Panchira flicked her wrist, and the pile of clothes scattered, raised by tens of fine white strings. “This?” she said, plucking out the plain white dress that had once been Albedo.

“Exactly!” said Tohru. “Don’t you think it’ll suit my figure?”

Panchira cocked her head. “...Knyock nyourself out, nya.” She tossed the dress into Tohru’s hands.

As her Collar stopped beeping, Tohru stood there looking down at her former teammate with a scowl. Argh! Did she really have to wear her own former ally? She wanted to fight, not to stand around playing dress-up. Although, it was such a pretty dress. She could already imagine herself walking down the aisle in it. When Kobayashi saw her, she was sure to sweep her off her feet, carry her away, and–

Blushing red, steam rising from her ears, Tohru threw the dress over her head and hurriedly pulled it down. The smooth silk felt amazing against her skin–it was almost as good as Kobayashi’s hands.

Scurrying over to the nearest mirror, Tohru grinned and swirled, giggling in glee. She looked amazing! This dress showed off her figure perfectly. Oh, she just wished Kobayashi could be here to see it.

As she smoothed out the dress’s skirt and adjusted its bodice, she noticed something strange. Was it just her imagination, or was the dress shifting a little?

She gave it a tug, earning a violent wave of shivering in response. No, no, she definitely wasn’t imagining it. “Hey,” she said, pinching its fabric. “Settle down and try to make me look good! It’s not my fault you’re just a dress now!”

The dress stopped moving. Tohru huffed and smoothed it down. “Hmph. Much better.”

Just as she thought things were settled, the dress started thrashing violently. Tohru squealed as its bodice squeezed her breasts and its skirt slipped between her thighs. “H-hey! What are you doing?” she squealed. “Stop that!” Threading its way inside her bikini, the dress pinched her nipples and squeezed them painfully. “Aii!” Throwing back her head, Tohru moaned. “St-stop! Stop it!”

It soon got worse. Slipping its fabric inside her bottom, the dress wadded its hem into a giant fabric phallus and slammed itself deep into Tohru’s pussy. “Aiii! Stop!” she cried, falling to the floor. “Stop! Stop! I’m saving that for Kobayashiiiiiii! Nnn~!”

The more she struggled, the more the dress fought, leaving Tohru coated in a glistening layer of sweat and lying in a puddle of her own juices. Only as Tohru came with a scream did Albedo finally stop tormenting her.

Panchira rolled her eyes. “What a surprise. Nyow get out of my store, nya. I’d like an actual hunt, nyot just to catch nyou with your panties down.”

She flicked her wrist, flinging Tohru through the window. CRASH!

…Beep!