fandomhigh | Doctoring 101 (07/17)

Once again, because Navaan's students were the absolute luckiest, they were meeting in town to catch a portal back to Navaan's world. "I hope you have your bags and your leeches," she announced as soon as they were gathered. "Because today we're going to actually start doctoring! I'm friends with these monks and I take care of them. I even killed a god to keep my little guys safe, so a few ground rules. Rule one: These guys are important to me, so take this very seriously. I want to see everyone's A-games, you got that? Rule two: These are my patients. I'm letting you help them because you're my students, but absolutely no poaching. You can get your own patients on your own time. Rule three: Okay, I forget rule three, but I'm sure it's important and I'll tell you as soon as I remember it. Don't break it anyway, you've been warned."

She glared at the class, making sure that they saw she was very, very serious. "Now, when we get to them, you're each gonna get a monk, you'll diagnose the issue, and then we'll discuss what we think the best treatment is." The portal opened behind her and she gestured her students through. "Oh! Right! I remember Rule Three!"

When the students stepped through the portal, they'd see a brilliant circus under the night sky. Lanterns and torches provided light, there were people teeming everywhere, with barkers crying out games, wares, and sideshows. "The third rule is..." Navaan began as she stepped out from the portal. Then she stopped, staring in fascination at the circus.

"Why didn't anyone tell me this was on?" she asked, before running pell-mell towards the big top. "Let's go, guys! We're going to the circus!"

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"Remind me that this is a terrible idea," Eleanor said. "Because so help me, I feel tempted to enter the fray."

"I could technically turn into a big beefy guy for you to ride on."

That is not what she requested, Raven.

"I bet we could win!" Eleanor enthused. "Do you suppose we have to strip down to their level of undress?"

It really said something, that that was her one hesitation here. And even that was barely stopping her.

"I don't know," Raven said. "But I think part of the goal is to be sexy, whatever you're wearing."

"I'm not very good at being sexy," Eleanor said, apologetically. "But I suppose I could at least take my shirt off. That's no different than wearing a swimsuit at the beach, is it?"

Yes, Eleanor. It was.

Not that that was stopping her.

"Totally," Raven agreed. She was not the person to ask if you wanted to discourage nudity. "Do you have garters? Garters are sexy."

She was surveying the guys around the fight, picking out details. She closed her eyes, getting a nice amalgam image, then shifted.

"Woah," she said, her voice having dropped a few octaves. "I feel all tall."

"You're gigantic," Eleanor laughed, clapping her hands together excitedly. Raven seemed ridiculously tall to her, at 5'10".

"I don't have garters, but I suppose I ought to ditch my jeans," she added, getting into the spirit of things. "It looks like we need a blindfold and a riding crop."

This was the most ridiculous thing she had ever done. She couldn't wait.

"I guess if I just mimic the blindfold, we'd be cheating," Raven said. "Maybe they have a cute leather skirt you could wear." A very short leather skirt.

"I don't mind cheating if you don't," Eleanor said. "Let's see what they can come up with, to help us."

It took a little negotiating -- and explaining that no, she didn't want to just ride her chicken nude, thank you very much -- but somehow, someone coughed up a tight leather skirt in what seemed to be Eleanor's size.

When she returned to Raven, she posed to show off her very exposed legs, and wondered exactly why she wasn't self-conscious about this. Perhaps the arena was too ridiculous for any of her own body to count for much.

"What do you think?" she asked. "I found a riding crop, but if I strike you with it, that might hurt. I hadn't considered that."

"I can thicken my skin, maybe," Raven suggested. "Or maybe wear some of those little leather panty things. . . ."

Because sharing leather underwear was a great idea. It was better to ponder that than ogle her little sister, at least. Her mimicked anatomy was trying to actually function.

"You could get a skirt, too," Eleanor decided. "I'm certain they have extra."

Also, it would be far too distracting trying to ride her suddenly-very-hot big sister if she was entirely in the nude for the duration.

(I just realized I have no idea if Raven's currently letting it all hang out)

[that'd be a useful thing to establish, huh? I'd say she's mimicking a nice pair of old fashioned boxing shorts.]

"A skirt could work!" And now she was picturing a big buff guy wearing nothing but a tiny skirt. She wasn't getting out of this without embarrassing herself, somehow.

"Can you mock yourself up a tiny skirt?" Eleanor asked. "And a fake blindfold, so that I don't have to hit you with the riding crop. I'll just ... steer with my knees, I suppose."

Eleanor glanced at the other participants again, and then at her suddenly very tall, very built big sister.

"This is a terrible idea," she said, as if discovering that for the first time. "But it'd be a shame to back down now."

Moreover, she really didn't want to.

"You're already dressed and everything," Raven said.

Or rather, Eleanor was already undressed.

"Alright," Raven said, and closed her eyes again, this time shifting into the skirt and blindfold outfit. She bent down, keeping her eyes shut -- opening them at this point would be pretty obvious, though she could at least sneak little narrow glances if she kept her actual eyes tinted as back as the "blindfold" itself. "Hop on!"

So, yeah, that was happening.

Joker wasn't entirely sure what he felt about Eleanor riding some big, hunky guy -- who was actually a hot girl -- in a naked sexy fight, but... okay, yeah, might as well just go with it. He'd love to be the one carrying her, but that was so not going to happen... and besides, it was fucking hot.

"WOOOOOO!!!" he screamed, once he'd collected his wits. "GO GET 'EM!"

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