Hakuryuu flapped his wings in a pace around the bedroom. He squeaked out displeased snorts and kicked his legs out in frustration. He'd been left behind again. He carried Hakkai and three ungrateful jerks across deserts and forests, through blizzards and typhoons, he even drove them into battle, and yet he was always left behind. Hakuryuu hovered in place and flailed his wings in a small hissy fit before lowering down onto the bed with a huff."Master Hakkai was right," he chirped to himself. "I know I'm tired from the trip, and that he needs Hakuryuu at full strength when we leave in the morning." A heavy huff displaced the sheets on the bed. "But it would be nice if he took Hakuryuu with him more."
The small dragon was fiercely loyal to Hakkai, and the rest of the party by proxy, and was always pinning for his affections. Truth be, Hakuryuu was rarely left to rest in the room alone. Hakkai only insisted because the trip to the village they were in had been long and dangerous. His wings ached and his body demanded rest, but he didn't want to rest. Not without his master to curl up beside.
The dragon crawled over to the side of the bed and hung his head off of the edge to pout."Why does Master not want to stay with Hakuryuu?" He whined. He had an answer to that. It was because Hakkai was starting to like someone else even more: Gojyo. The two spent an awful lot of time together, more so than the rest of the party. Hakuryuu had even been handed off to Goku to sleep so that the two of them could be alone. For obvious reasons.
Maybe that was it. He couldn't offer his master what Gojyo could. His form was too small, and the species difference was too far. He threw his wings in another childish fit, and it sent him tumbling to the ground. He hit with an 'Erruf!' and rolled across the tatami before crashing into something. He shook his head to clear his swirling eyes, then looked up at the backpack he'd smacked into. It was Gojyo's, and there was something poking out of one of the zippers. Curiously, Hakuryuu sat up and took the magazine into his jaws to pull it free. It wasn't stealing. The kappa left it inhis room after all.
His room was his room.
He flopped the magazine on the floor and flipped it open with a foot. His head tilted, and his long neck arched back as he looked at the various pictures of naked women. The dragon turned each page with his mouth to look at each woman carefully. "Is this what Master likes?" Crimson eyes narrowed and a thoughtful noise left his nose as he looked over one picture in particular. A demon woman with long white hair, a round face, dainty limbs, and what he assumed to be an attractive form to human men.
An idea formed and Hakuryuu released a pleased trill at his brilliant idea. Picking up his new reference material, the little dragon flew it over to the full standing mirror to lean it against the reflective surface. He fluttered back slightly and scrutinized the picture one more time before closing his eyes, breathing slowly, and focusing.
With a quiet 'Puff' a billow of smoke surrounded Hakuryuu. His body changed quickly and painlessly. He felt his new face; Soft and rounded. He touched the back of his head with his newly acquired fingers, and ran them through his long white hair. He ran his palms over his legs and arms; lanky, dainty. Joy rolled through him, and he turned to the mirror to gaze upon his master piece.... Only to find disappointment. Where there should have been a busty chest, there were two flabby things hanging on his chest. None of the pictures had a very good view of the genitalia, so he was left without reference, and kept the nearly invisible slit that his erection would poke free of.
The dragon puffed."No good... No good at all. What went wrong?"<|im_end|>
It had been a long day of shopping. The cooking would need to be done soon since this place didn't serve meals, and there would certainly be cleaning needed after. With a heavy sigh, a smile crossed Hakkai's face, a warm chuckle rolling past his lips. Surely those three would die without him along for the ride. The ingredients for the hotpot were dangling from his arms in plastic bags, a small box perched carefully between both palms.
With a polite knock that was never needed but always supplied regardless, his presence was announced. "Hakuryuu," he called out merrily. "I'm back." As he opened the door, he added, "I got you something--"
He was forced to pause as he marched his way in on the scene before him, eyes wide and blinking out their confusion and disbelief. "Hello?" For the briefest of moments, he thought he'd walked into the wrong room, but a long enough glance had him realizing what was happening even before his little friend could offer anything up.
For the most part, the proportions of the humanoid body had turned out well. At least in accordance with the picture in the book leaning against the mirror. From the small feet and lanky yet pert legs and thighs, right up to the perfectly apple-shaped ass. He had to admit, Hakuryuu had chosen the correct model for his own tastes. The looks didn't end there, nor did they end at the beautifully rounded face that framed those gigantic red eyes of his just right. It was really just too bad that he lacked any genitalia, and that he'd added those poor, masticated breasts.
His palm left the present in order to ball into a fist that was pulled up to his face quickly, the thumb pressed against his lips in an attempt to hide the smile and stop the laugh that wanted to bubble forth from his chest. "Oh my... Hakuryuu..." His head tilted slightly as he managed to mold his face into its normal state of calm once he'd taken his eyes off the poor-not-poor choice of model sitting on the ground.
He knew the dragon was male, but... Well it wasn't as if he could argue with his own eyes. He couldn't help but tease gently. "Are you... A woman?"<|im_end|>