When Coney walked over he found that there was a dress, yes. It was… worse than he expected. While it was, in a way, modest the dress was also far more girly than he’d expected. He’d hoped it would be something simple, like his robes, but instead it was a maid dress. Sure it wasn’t the kind of maid dress from the real world, the ones that were fetishized into uselessness, but the dress had so many implications that Coney was nearly too embarrassed to put it on.
First he walked over to his cubby but his underwear was gone! Someone had taken it, a spark of anger flashed through him. “That pervert!” He said to himself and his audience, blushing deeply. “He took my… undies.” It was weird, he felt slightly lightheaded and for some reason he had the urge to yell at Eric. “It’s not like it m-matters, though, because I’m not a girl. He’s just mistaken.” He was flushed, and a part of him was… inordinately mad.
Walking back to the dress he saw that on top of them was a set of underwear. They were plain white, and he sighed as he put them on. They weren't too bad, they were technically panties but putting them on wasn’t too hard. They fit fine, just like everything else in this weird world. The only annoying thing was that they didn’t have a hole for his tail, which meant they got pushed down a little. Thankfully that wasn’t a problem since he could just pull on the dress over them.
The dress was next. There was a bra, socks, and gloves as well in the pile but he decided to leave them be. Instead he just put on the dress over his head. It was simple, a loose dress that was plain black with white cuffs. The dress was really just like a very long shirt, though it was very loose on his body and hard to get to sit comfortably. Picking up the frilly white apron he put it on over the dress, tying it in the back and using it to pin the dress to his waist like a belt. It was… surprisingly comfortable, though his chest was uncomfortable as the fabric rubbed against it. A part of him considered putting the bra on, since he didn’t have a shirt that could go under it, but instead he stuffed the bra and socks into a pocket in the front of the dress.
Picking up the shoes Coney walked out from the bathhouse, leaving the steam behind, and joined Eric in the hallway. “There you go, you can have the baths if you want.” Coney said, trying to be gracious although a part of him was mad at the clearly perverted mage.
“Right right, yeah.” He said, a frown on his face as he pointedly didn’t look at Coney. “Briana is in the dining room, you should join her. I think Carrie is here too, I saw a sign she left on the front door, but I haven't seen her yet. Maybe she’ll be there.”
“Okay…” Coney said, tersely as he began to walk down the hall. Of course it was cold in the halls, and he regretted not putting the socks on, but he really wasn't sure how to do so. That’s what he was wondering about as he walked into the dining hall to join Briana.
“Hey.” The fighter said with a simple precision that Coney couldn’t easily copy.
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“What’s up? How’d you guys get down so far, I thought you were up where the gold was.”
“Dragon.”
“What?! There was a dragon?!”
“Yup.”
A part of Coney rolled over, it felt like there was anger in his gut at the simpleness of Briana’s responses. “What happened?”
“We walked into the dragon’s hoard. There we collected gold, but it saw us. It attacked, so we ran away. Fell into a hole… Dragon toilet.”
“You ran away?”
“Of course.”
“And fell into a dragon toilet?”
“Yup.”
“And you know what it was because of the…”
“Dragon shit, yeah.” Briana wasn’t one to mince words, clearly, and Coney was somehow glad that he’d been on the other side instead. The mirrors were not great, but they were at least less gross.
“Well, anyway, can you help me light the fire? It’s cold in here.”
“Eric gave you the dress?” Briana asked, a little bit of something more emotional than she usually showed coming through in her voice.
“Yeah, so?”
“Well, maybe you wouldn’t be so cold if you wore stockings. Those things looked comfortable.”
“I… don’t know how to wear those…” Coney admitted with a sense of hesitation. It was weird, but somehow the lack of what he felt should be simple knowledge was making this so much harder.
“I can help you put them on.” Briana said simply.
“No, I'll do it!” Another, much more crazed, voice replied. Looking up Coney realized it was Carrie, who he now saw was hanging like a ninja from one corner of the rafters. She jumped down and smiled at Coney, a sense of unease flopping in his belly as she did.
“Uh, alright, I guess…” Coney said, unsure what to say to this all. Sure, the socks were probably warmer than his paws, but this was going to be weird.
Carrie knelt down in front of Coney, and grinned up at him. “Pick up your paws.” She said, holding out a hand for them.
“Uhhh, Alright.” Coney said, lifting one of his paws and letting her take it into her hand. He also took out the socks, holding them out to her.
“Heh, I forgot bunnies don’t have toe beans. It’s too bad, that would be really cute.” She said, taking one of the stockings and rolling it up. “See, this is the most efficient way to wear any socks, it’s just that short ones can be forced. You roll them up, then roll them out on the leg.” She demonstrated by placing Coney’s foot in the tip of the sock and rolling them up his leg. They went dangerously far up his leg, past his knee, which made him blush again.
“Oh, like a Condom.” He said, shifting the dress around with his paws to cover himself realizing that the panties were not gonna do him any favors.
“Yup!” Carrie said, giggling as she grabbed the other sock and did it the same way. “Oh, and I can tell you how to put a bra on too.” She said, looking up at Coney with an oddly adoring grin.
“Wait, how did you kn-” Coney said, before being interrupted by Eric walking through the door.
“Alright, I’m done girls, you two can take yours now if you wa-” He stopped, staring at Coney and Carrie. “What are you two doing?” He asked, the note of jealousy obvious in his voice.