~Opal~

1:04 AM, September 8, 2002

'You poor idiot... you don't know what I really look like. If you did, you would re-think this whole thing. The worst part is, I can't control my body the way I normally can when I'm in this form. But... then again, maybe you won't care.'

She stood in her mirror gazing at her true visage. The dark indigo veins which ran down her pink, fleshy body pulsed in anxiety from what was to transpire.

'I'm not a succubus dragoness, Densetsu... I was only given a heavy gene implant from Katrina so I could regenerate from the injuries my reproductive organs sustained under my father. But then again... if 'it' happens, then... we might truly be meant for each other.'

Her scrawny, spindly four legs shuddered as she turned to exit the door, taking one last look at the ten pulsating bulges in her back and the swollen faux-pustule in the middle.

The worst aspect of her true body was that she had neglected to nurture it due to repressed memories. As such, she had suffered what dragons of her world knew as malnutrition-induced dwarfism. She was barely more than four feet long, whereas Hinata's feral form was at least six and a half. Densetsu always said he wanted a 'strong bride', and she hardly fit that category.

She saw him resting on his bed. His eyes were half-closed. It was the moment of truth. She sighed, climbing upon his bed. She placed her wrinkly, slimy paw upon his chest as she spoke, "Densetsu... I'm back. It's Opal."

At this, Densetsu looked to her. His eyes widened in surprise. His hand landed on his chest as he let out a scream, his words visibly filled with fear, "W-what are you!? Why are you pretending you're-"

"I KNEW YOU WOULD ACT LIKE THIS!!! What happened to all the 'I will be your guardian fox-spirit no matter what' and 'I will never judge you no matter how many times you pop your little cherry-blossom on missions'!? HUH!?"

Opal turned away after her words, storming towards the control panel. She began to access the Permissions button, only to have Densestu pull her backwards using telekinesis, wrapping his arms around her tiny body.

Her body shuddered as Densetsu whispered into her ears, "So it really is you... and this is what Katrina told me about being prepared for the shock of my life." He released a soft laugh at his next words, "And here I thought I would be taking care of a kid that wasn't mine. I can say right now that this is a much better surprise than hearing that you got knocked up by your target."

Upon her release, she turned around, looking into his gentle, loving eyes. She had never seen him act this way before.

He didn't care?

He didn't care at all?

"Why do you still want me after finding out that I'm the most disgusting specie of Kaiju dragon?" Opal whispered, placing her head in his lap, "And besides, I'm weak... dwarfed. My body is a wreck. You wanted a strong bride, remember?"

He stroked her head, running his hand down her entire body until he reached the top of her tail. He pulled her onto his chest, a romantically sly smile on his face, "I found one. She hasn't broken, even with all she's been put through. That's what I meant by strong, you lovely little parakeet."

This caused Opal's jaw to drop. Every one of her insecurities seemed to shatter as if they were the most fragile of glass. Everything he said was the complete truth. He was her life-mate. She was certain.

"For the first time, I want it to mean something..."

Opal whispered the words as she untied the rope Densetsu's pants. This caused him to swallow in nervousness. Clearly he had never been intimate with a woman, despite the "private collection" he had shared with her on more than one occasion.

With a nod, Densetsu disrobed. She took notice of his powerful legs, which she had never seen before. His scrotum was a decent size as well. Not too large, but large enough to reveal the fact that he had quite a sizeable amount of testosterone. His sheath made it obvious that he was at least above average in his penis size, as well.

With a loving smile, she moved towards his sheath, licking it. He released a groan as the pink, tubular organ began to reveal itself.

She climbed atop his form, slowly moving her hind legs until she felt the tip of his member upon her entrance. This was the moment of truth.

Breathing deeply, Opal took few moments to herself for mental preparation. Her succubus form had a hymen which she only re-built when missions dictated it to be necessary due to the pain it caused every time it was broken. However, this was different.

This form was her true form.

This form was her virgin form.

This form was her inexperienced form.

This form was the form which carried something no other had.

This form was the form which housed the bonding wall, the very essence of mateship.