This story based on the Mash Kyrielight Dangerous Beast figure.
The ever-nervous, ever-reluctant, but ever-adorable Mash Kyrielight stood topless in front of her full-length mirror. She dimmed half the lights in the room as if to hide from herself; the fluorescent bulbs would not have flattered her pale skin, in any case. Atop her bedsheets lay a very loose interpretation of a “dangerous beast” costume for Halloween. The purple tufts of fur covering the collar, bra, and hips were tied together with black string barely a centimeter in width. It would leave most of her torso exposed—not dissimilar from pictures of kinbaku she’d read about during late-night library searches.
Medb said Senpai would absolutely love it. Mash was pretty sure Medb knew what she was talking about.
Taking a deep breath, Mash reached for the delicate garment. She sized up the bra against her breasts. She did like the feel, as it reminded her of Fou’s fur on her skin. But it would barely cover her nipples, let alone support her unusually ample chest.
It’s a good thing Senpai is a breast lover, she thought to herself.
The automatic door to her room flew open. Scheherazade, the Caster of the Nightless City, hurriedly entered, panting as if she fled for her life. Mash held the fur costume against her chest to hide her nudity. Her thong underwear covered what little it could.
“W-why wouldn’t you knock?!” Mash stammered.
“I hardly had the time!” Scheherazade struggled to say. She rested a hand on her even-larger chest. “My heart rate must be over one hundred fifty beats per minute. If I push myself any harder, I can die right here in this room. Or, if you continue to ask me questions and I forget to breathe, I may run out of oxygen in the next minute. This is no good…” She stared at Mash as if just realizing something was off about her. “Why are you naked, Mash?”
“B-because this is my room!” Mash said. “Was someone chasing you?”
Scheherazade walked over to Mash’s bed. The click-clack of her gold and blue heels were drowned out by the heaviness of her breathing. After a minute of timing her pulse on her wrist, and another minute timing it again just to be sure, she finally gave an answer:
“Shuten-Douji, Raikou, and Musashi were trying to invite me to the jacuzzi. I have several reasons for avoiding this. First, jacuzzis carry the risk of several flesh-eating bacteria if improperly cleaned. Second, the presence of four bodies within a jacuzzi would raise the water level due to displacement. If I nodded off and found my head underwater, I would drown in a matter of seconds. Being around water is unsafe in general. I’d rather not risk slipping on wet tile and landing on my head to die of concussion, or snapping my neck and severing my spinal nerve where control of the autonomic nervous system is”—
Mash waved her hands frantically to grab Scherherazade’s attention.
“You can stay here,” Mash sighed. She looked at her guest’s impossibly perfect curvature, her skin beautifully bronzed. Raven-hair ran to her thighs. Her body was on display for all the world to see. Mash admired her very much for being able to carry herself so freely. “Can I ask you something?”
“If I can offer an answer with as few words as possible. I’d like to preserve the oxygen levels in this room. Are you fluent in Morse Code?”
“No, I can’t say that I am. Anyway…” Mash held up her Halloween costume. “What do you think of this? Do you think it would look good on me? I want Senpai to notice.”
Scheherazade reached for the outfit. She held it at arms-length, holding on with only her index fingers and thumbs. Her aqua eyes widened in terror. They danced while scanning the flimsy costume. The slight breeze from the central air vent below ruffled its fur, causing her to flinch.
“I’ve identified twenty-seven ways this costume can kill you,” she finally said. “Would you like to hear them?”
“Um, no?” Mash said. “But could you help me put it on?”
“You would have me risk my life so you can impress Master?”
“Hm. I suppose I can exercise a bit more caution than usual.” Scheherazade stood up and walked with Mash to the mirror. She was an imposing, almost Amazonian figure next to the slight, demure demi-servant. “I’ll allow you to take the lead. I don’t want to accidentally strangle you in the many strings this costume possesses. That was the fifth method of dying I assessed: accidental strangulation.”
Mash slipped her legs through the outfit until it wrapped her torso. Her underwear had golden rings on each hip where the fur tassels would attach. The strings were a bit tight as they sunk into her skin. She ran her hand over the places where her fat bulged a little.
“There are many things you should worry about,” Scheherazade said as she helped Mash put her arms through their loops. “I don’t think your body is one of them. You may not know this about me, but I spent years in the thrall of a king that scrutinized me at every turn.”
“B-but you’re so beautiful.”
“That is what the kind people of Chaldea tell me. But much like how death can come for you at any time, there is no telling when someone will belittle you with slurs and slander. That king was an ugly man on the inside. The only way for him to cope was to make me feel ugly on the outside.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Mash said. “You aren’t an ugly person, inside or out.”
Mash slipped the fur collar over her head and shoulders. She adjusted the fur bra, but it was loose, and her nipples kept slipping out. Scheherazade giggled as she grabbed Mash’s breasts and tried fixing the problem. The strap needed tightening in the back, which the Caster of the Nightless City did with the utmost caution to avoid squeezing the air from her lungs.
“I am no longer concerned about how I look or how others think of me, so long as they don’t want to kill me,” Scheherazade said. “My larger point, which we arrived at using far more oxygen than I cared to, was that Master will like you because you are you. That is all they have ever wanted you to be.” She reached for the furry ears and planted them atop Mash’s pink hair. “And you are quite cute the way you are.”
Mash turned around with a bright smile on her face. She hugged Scheherazade as best as they could manage with their large chests getting in the way.
“Please don’t hug me too tightly, Mash. I’m quite scared of the eighteenth method of killing you that costume is capable of.”
Mash released her immediately. “How will hugging you kill me?”
“Oh, I’m quite sure you don’t want to know,” Scheherazade replied. “If I may ask, where did you find such a dangerous costume? This hardly seems your style.”
“Medb let me borrow it.”
“So…you’re looking to sleep with Master after this?”
“That is your business, I suppose,” Scheherazade nodded. “Let me know if you’d like any advice. Medb is a reliable source of sexual knowledge—but is only concerned for herself, not her partners. I have a little more experience pleasuring others. Of course, if you would risk death to reach the ultimate climaxes, she’s still the better person to”—
“No, I’m okay, thank you!” Mash said while closing her ears.