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The artifact room of Fairy Tail whispers with ancient secrets, dust motes dancing in the shafts of afternoon light that angle through high windows. Happy floats between towering shelves, his small blue paws trailing over forgotten treasures with innocent curiosity. The air tastes different here, older, somehow, charged with the lingering magic of items collected through centuries of wizard adventures. His tail flicks with excitement as he hums a cheerful tune, oblivious to the watchful gaze of dormant enchantments that surround him.
"Wow! Look at all this stuff!" Happy's voice echoes in the cavernous space. His wings beat a gentle rhythm as he hovers before a shelf of peculiar objects, each tagged with faded labels in spidery handwriting. "Natsu would love to see these... though he'd probably break half of them."
A smile plays across Happy's feline features as he imagines his friend's destructive enthusiasm. He drifts deeper into the room, past crystal orbs that capture swirling mists within their depths and tarnished amulets that seem to breathe with ancient power. The guild master rarely allows anyone in here unattended, but Happy had slipped in while everyone was distracted by Natsu and Gray's latest brawl.
"Aye, what's this?" His attention lands on a small wooden box tucked behind several larger artifacts. Unlike the other items, this one bears no label, its dark wood polished to a soft sheen despite the surrounding dust. Happy lands on the shelf, his paws making tiny prints in the fine layer of gray that covers everything.
The box calls to him in a way he can't explain—not with words or sounds, but with a gentle tug on his magic, like recognizing a familiar scent. He runs a paw over its surface, feeling the intricate carvings that depict what appear to be cats standing upright among humans.
"These look like Exceeds," he murmurs, tracing the figures with growing fascination. The carvings tell a story he can't quite decipher, showing transformations and celebrations, magic circles and moonlight. "I wonder what it means..."
With delicate care, Happy lifts the lid. Inside rests a small stone tablet, no larger than his paw, etched with symbols that shimmer faintly in the dusty light. The runes seem to shift when he's not looking directly at them, rearranging themselves like living things playing a game of hide and seek.
"Pretty," he whispers, reaching to touch the stone.
His paw makes contact with the center-most rune, and it flares to life—a brilliant blue that matches his fur. Happy yelps in surprise but finds himself unable to pull away, as though his paw has fused with the stone. The rune's glow spreads to the others, igniting them one by one in a cascade of light that forms a circle around the tablet.
"What's happening?" Alarm edges into his voice as the magic intensifies. "I didn't mean to—"
The words die in his throat as the runes lift from the stone, hovering in the air around him. They spin faster and faster, becoming a ring of light that expands until it encompasses his small body. The box and tablet fall away, forgotten as the spell takes hold.
Ether-nano, the fundamental particles of magic, surge into the room from seemingly nowhere, drawn to the activated spell like moths to flame. They swirl around Happy in a vortex of power, lifting him from the shelf. His wings disappear as the magic enfolds him completely, replacing their support with its own force.
"Help!" he cries, but the sound is swallowed by the roaring magic. The artifacts around him rattle on their shelves, some tumbling to the floor with resounding crashes.
Heat spreads through Happy's body, starting at his paws and rushing toward his center. It isn't painful, exactly, but intensely strange, like being unmade and remade simultaneously. His fur stands on end, charged with electricity that makes every nerve ending sing. He feels stretched, pulled like taffy in too many directions at once.
The light grows blinding, forcing his eyes shut. Behind closed lids, he sees the runes dancing, imprinting themselves on his consciousness. They whisper ancient words he somehow understands despite never having heard them before, promises of change, of seeing the world through new eyes, of experiencing life in ways previously impossible.
Inside the cocoon of light, Happy's body begins to change. His bones lengthen with audible creaks, growing and reshaping. Muscle stretches over the new framework, stronger and more defined than before. His paws widen, fingers elongating from the padding. His face reshapes, muzzle receding while his features become more defined, more human, though his ears remain pointed and covered in fine blue fur.
A blinding flash erupts, bathing the artifact room in blue-white light. The magical energy swirls inward, condensing around Happy's form before exploding outward with enough force to send nearby artifacts flying. The silence that follows feels deafening.
Where the small Exceed once floated, a different figure now stands amidst scattered relics. Happy blinks, disoriented, as his new body registers sensations he's never experienced before. His perspective has shifted, the shelves seem lower now, and a strange weight pulls at his limbs.
"What... happened?" His voice sounds different, less high-pitched but still unmistakably his own.
Happy looks down and freezes. Instead of blue paws, he sees slender human hands with delicate fingers. Beyond them, a smooth, pale chest leads to a taut stomach, and below that—
"AYE SIR!" he yelps, eyes widening at the impressive appendage hanging between his newly formed legs. "That's... that's not supposed to be there! Or at least not like THAT!"
Thirteen inches of perfectly formed manhood dangles before him, its size absurdly disproportionate to his otherwise petite frame. Happy wobbles on unfamiliar legs, his balance compromised not just by his transformation but by the blue tail still swishing anxiously behind him.
Happy stands naked in the center of the artifact room, his transformed body a striking sight. He's small for a human, perhaps the height of About 138cm, but his proportions are perfect, lithe and graceful. His hair is the same vivid blue as his fur had been, falling in soft waves around a face that balances feline and human features in delicate harmony. His eyes remain large and expressive, though now set in a face with a straight nose and defined jawline. Atop his head, blue cat ears twitch with every sound, and behind him, his tail, longer now, sways in unconscious movements.
Happy wobbles on unfamiliar legs, arms outstretched for balance. "This is... weird," he says, his voice carrying a melodic quality that surprises him.
He touches his face with trembling fingers, feeling the smooth skin where fur once grew. His ears flick back and forth at his command, and his tail curls around his leg in an instinctive gesture of self-comfort.
"Natsu?" he calls, his new voice rising with panic. "Lucy? Anyone?"
As if summoned by his call, footsteps thunder down the hallway outside. The door to the artifact room bursts open, revealing Natsu, his fist already wreathed in flames.
"Happy! I heard you yell! What's wrong?" Natsu's eyes scan the room, passing over Happy before snapping back, widening with shock. The flames extinguish as his concentration breaks. "What the... who are you? Where's Happy?"
"It's me, Natsu," Happy says, gesturing to himself with unfamiliar hands. "I'm Happy. I touched something and then... this happened."
More guild members crowd the doorway behind Natsu, drawn by the commotion. Gasps and exclamations fill the air as they take in the scene, the disturbed artifacts, the lingering magical energy, and the transformed Exceed standing vulnerable in their midst.
"Happy?" Lucy pushes through, stopping short when she sees him. Her hand flies to her mouth, brown eyes wide with shock. "Is that really you?"
Before Happy can answer, Erza steps forward, her armor gleaming in the afternoon light. "Everyone, stay back," she commands, her voice brooking no argument. The crowd parts before her as she approaches Happy, her expression carefully neutral despite the faint flush coloring her cheeks.
"Are you hurt?" she asks, stopping a respectful distance away. Her eyes flicker over his form in a professional assessment, though they linger a moment too long in certain areas before she forcibly redirects her gaze to his face.
"I don't think so," Happy says, his tail swishing nervously behind him. "Just... different."
"Different is an understatement," Erza murmurs, clearing her throat as she removes her outer armor layer with a flash of magic. She wraps the cloth around Happy's exposed form, though it does little to conceal his new physique entirely. The fabric drapes awkwardly, threatening to slip off his slender shoulders.
"Thank you," Happy says, clutching the makeshift covering. His new fingers fumble with the unfamiliar task, and the cloth shifts, revealing glimpses of his transformed body.
Erza's mind races in two opposing directions. As S-Class wizard and de facto authority, she catalogs the magical implications with practiced precision: unauthorized activation of an ancient artifact, spontaneous transformation magic, potential connection to Exceed origins. These are serious matters requiring immediate attention.
Yet beneath this professional assessment, another part of her consciousness rebels, fixating on the graceful lines of Happy's new form, the way his blue hair frames features both familiar and enticingly novel. Her secret collection of romance novels flashes through her mind, unbidden scenes of forbidden attraction and magical transformations that inevitably led to passionate encounters.
"This is Happy," she scolds herself. "Our guild mate, our friend who needs help, not... not... God look at the size of his-."
"Erza?" Happy's melodic voice breaks through her thoughts. "Are you okay? Your face is all red."
"I'm fine," she says too quickly, adjusting her stance. "We need to get you properly clothed and then consult with the Master about this transformation."
Lucy steps forward, her expression a complex mixture of concern and something less definable. "Happy, how do you feel? Does anything hurt?" Her eyes travel over his transformed state, lingering on the outline visible even through Erza's cloth. She swallows hard, a flush creeping up her neck.
"I feel weird but not bad-weird," Happy replies, his cat ears twitching expressively. "Everything's so different, taller, heavier, and I can't fly anymore." His distress manifests in the droop of his ears and the anxious lashing of his tail.
Without thinking, Lucy reaches out to comfort him, her hand landing on his bare shoulder. The contact sends an unexpected jolt through her, the warmth of his skin against her palm strangely intimate. She means to offer reassurance, to be the friend Happy needs, but her body responds with a rush of heat that has nothing to do with friendship.
"What is wrong with me?" she thinks, horrified at her reaction yet unable to pull away immediately. "This is Happy, annoying, fish-obsessed Happy who teases me relentlessly. Not... not this handsome boy with sad eyes, soft skin, and the largest package I've EVER seen!?."
"Lucy's right," Mirajane says softly, approaching with measured steps. Unlike the others, her expression shows understanding beyond mere surprise. "Transformation magic affects more than just the body. Your senses, your balance, even your emotions might feel different."
Mirajane kneels before Happy, her gentle eyes meeting his at his new height. Unlike the others, she shows no discomfort with his nakedness, perhaps because of her own experiences with transformation magic. Her white hair cascades over her shoulders as she adjusts the cloth to better cover him, her fingers brushing against his skin with practiced care.
"I understand what you're going through," she says, her voice a soothing melody. "When my Satan Soul first manifested, everything felt wrong, too loud, too bright, too intense."
Happy's tail curls around his leg, a gesture of vulnerability that makes Mirajane's expression soften further. "The sensations are overwhelming, aren't they?"
"Aye," Happy whispers, his new voice cracking with emotion. "I can smell everything differently. And I feel so heavy. And..." he glances down, blushing furiously, "parts of me are...new."
A ripple of nervous laughter moves through the gathered female guild members, quickly silenced by Erza's stern glare. But Mirajane simply nods, unfazed.
"Your body has changed, but you're still you," she assures him, rising gracefully to her feet. As she does, the movement brings her face close to his, and for a moment, something flickers in her eyes, a flash of heat quickly masked by maternal concern.
Mirajane's composed exterior betrays nothing of the storm brewing within. The Satan Soul stirs, a dark presence curling through her consciousness like smoke, whispering thoughts that make her heart race. She's familiar with this voice, this aspect of herself that revels in power and desire, but never has it spoken with such insistence.
"Look at him," the demon purrs in her mind. "So vulnerable, so changed, so... deliciously formed."
"I'll help you through this," Mirajane says aloud to Happy, her voice maintaining its gentle timbre despite the heat blooming low in her belly. Her fingers linger on the cloth covering his shoulder, feeling the unfamiliar contours of muscle beneath skin that seems to radiate warmth.
Happy looks up at her with those impossibly large eyes, now set in a face that blends innocence and allure in a combination Mirajane finds increasingly difficult to resist. His ears twitch forward, focusing on her words, and the simple gesture sends an inappropriate thrill through her, the way his head barely reaches her breasts.
"Imagine that face between your thighs," Satan Soul whispers. "Imagine teaching him exactly how to use that magnificent new body of his~."
"Eww devil!, Stop making it sound like I'm grooming him." Mirajane argued within. "Oh Please Honey~ You and I know He's an adult, that was made clear days ago when he came to us, asking why he was noticing things about his dear friend Lucy~."
Mirajane forces the thought away, disgusted with herself even as her body responds with a rush of warmth. This is Happy, sweet, innocent Happy who chases fish and makes terrible jokes. The fact that he now stands before her in this transformed state, his new physique defying all expectations, doesn't change who he is inside.
"We should move to somewhere more private," she suggests, acutely aware of the crowd still gathered at the door. "Too many eyes and voices will only make it harder for you to adjust."
As if to emphasize her point, Natsu pushes forward again, his face a mixture of confusion and protective anger. "What happened to you, buddy? Who did this? I'll burn them to a crisp!"
Happy's tail wraps more tightly around his leg, a gesture Mirajane recognizes as anxiety. "I did it to myself," he admits, voice small. "There was this box with carvings that looked like Exceeds, and I just wanted to see..."
"Classic Happy," Lucy sighs, but her eyes remain fixed on the transformed Exceed, tracing the outline of his waist beneath the makeshift covering with an intensity that doesn't escape Mirajane's notice.
"She wants him too, my moneys on her breaking first~" Satan Soul observes with cruel amusement. "They all do. Even proud Erza can't tear her eyes away from what's barely concealed beneath that cloth, Corrupted by those smutty books she reads."
It's true, Mirajane realizes with a jolt. The women of Fairy Tail are responding to Happy's new form with more than just surprise. There's a tension in the room, an electric undercurrent of desire that seems to pulse with each beat of her heart. She remembers the rumors that had circulated weeks ago, how Happy had been caught staring at Lucy's chest with more than his usual curiosity,
Lucy approaches cautiously, slipping off her light jacket and draping it around Happy's shoulders. It barely covers him, but it's better than nothing. "Here," she says softly.
"Thanks, Lucy," Happy says, clutching the jacket around himself. The familiar scent of her perfume clings to the fabric, providing a small comfort in this sea of strangeness.
Lucy's fingers brush against his skin as she adjusts the jacket, and she pulls back slightly, surprised by the contact. Her eyes meet his, the same large, expressive eyes she knows so well, now set in a face that makes her heart stutter in a way she doesn't quite understand.
As Lucy crouches before Happy, adjusting the jacket to better cover his newfound form, the world seems to slow around him. His heightened senses, somehow even more acute in this new body, capture everything in vivid detail: the gentle creak of the floorboards beneath Lucy's heels, the whispered conversations from the doorway, the subtle shift of air currents against his sensitive ears. But all these sensations fade to background noise as his gaze inadvertently drops to the perfect view her position now affords him.
Lucy's crouched stance causes her generous chest to press against the constraints of her tube top, creating a deep valley of shadow and light. From his diminutive height, Happy finds himself at eye-level with the celestial wizard's collar bone, the u-shaped neckline of her top dipping low enough to reveal the inner curves of her breasts. A slight sheen of perspiration glistens on her skin, catching the dusty light filtering through the high windows of the artifact room. Tiny droplets trace the contours of her flesh, following paths that Happy's eyes can't help but track with newfound fascination.
"Are you okay?" Lucy asks, her voice sending vibrations that make her chest tremble ever so slightly. "You look flushed. Did the transformation give you a fever?"
Happy feels a strange heat coursing through his veins, pooling in his belly and lower still. His tail stiffens and then curls tightly around his leg as unfamiliar sensations cascade through his transformed body. The scent of Lucy, a mixture of vanilla, celestial magic, and the natural perfume of her skin fills his nostrils with an intensity that makes him dizzy. He's always found comfort in Lucy's presence, often nesting against her softness when tired, but this... this is something entirely different.
"I... I don't know," he stammers, his new voice cracking slightly. "Everything feels... new."
Lucy's brow furrows with concern. She reaches out to brush his blue hair from his forehead, seemingly to check for fever, but the movement causes her to lean forward. The view becomes even more pronounced, and Happy catches a glimpse of the lacy edge of her bra, pale pink against cream-colored skin. A bead of sweat traces a tantalizing path fromlly the hollow of her throat down between her breasts, disappearing into depths that Happy suddenly, inexplicably wants to explore.
"You do feel warm," she murmurs, her cool fingers lingering on his skin. Her eyes widen slightly as she notices the direction of his gaze, but she doesn't immediately pull away. Something in his expression, the naked wonder, perhaps, or the innocent confusion, stays her usual reaction to unwanted attention.
It doesn't take long for Lucy to feel something pressing against her thigh, a firm heat that sends a jolt of recognition through her body. Her eyes widen as she realizes what's happening, her mouth forming a small 'o' of surprise. The sensation is unmistakable, even through the thin fabric of her skirt and the makeshift covering around Happy's waist.
"Oh," she breathes, so quietly that only Happy, with his sensitive ears, can hear.
The room around them continues to buzz with distracted gossip, guild members theorizing loudly about ancient artifacts and Exceed transformation magic. Natsu argues with Gray near the doorway, their voices rising above the general murmur. Erza attempts to restore order, her commanding tone cutting through the chaos. But here, in this small bubble of space, something entirely different unfolds.
Lucy shifts subtly, moving closer to Happy rather than pulling away. Her body shields him from the curious gazes of their guildmates, creating a private moment amid the public spectacle. The movement brings her even closer, her thigh now firmly pressed against the hardening length that seems impossibly large for Happy's small frame.
"L-Lucy," Happy whispers, his voice trembling with confusion and something else, something new that makes his tail quiver and his ears flatten against his head. "What's happening to me?"
The panic in his eyes tugs at Lucy's heart, momentarily overriding the inappropriate heat blooming in her core. This is Happy, her friend, her companion, lost in a body he doesn't understand, experiencing sensations he's never felt before. Despite her own conflicted feelings, she knows she needs to help him.
"It's..." Lucy hesitates, searching for words that won't terrify him further. "It's a natural response, Happy. Your body is just... reacting to stimuli. To changes in your environment. To... well, to me, I think."
The admission costs her, but she can't deny the evidence pressing against her thigh, now throbbing with a heat she can feel even through the fabric of her skirt, itching its way higher up her thigh. His new body is responding to her proximity, to her scent, to the view he'd been inadvertently given of her cleavage.
Happy's breathing comes faster now, short, shallow pants that make his chest rise and fall beneath the borrowed jacket. His pupils dilate, dark centers expanding to swallow the familiar hazel of his irises. The scent of his arousal, faint but distinct, mingles with the dust and ancient magic of the artifact room, creating an intoxicating pungent mixture that makes Lucy's head swim.
"But why does it feel so... so..." Happy struggles to find the words, his new hands clutching desperately at the clothing barely covering him. Beneath the fabric, his transformed member throbs with a life of its own, growing impossibly harder against Lucy's thigh. "It hurts, but not really? And it feels good but I don't know what to do."
Lucy swallows hard, acutely aware of the wetness gathering between her own thighs in response to Happy's innocent distress. The heat of him seeps through the thin material of her skirt, branding her skin with his need. She should move away. She should call for Wendy or Porlyusica or someone, anyone, with healing magic who could help Happy medically. But her body remains frozen stiff.
Lucy's mind races as she realizes the predicament they're in. Happy's transformation has left him not only vulnerable and confused, but also with a rather noticeable physical reaction that will be difficult to conceal from the prying eyes of their guildmates. The heat of his arousal presses insistently against her thigh, a pulsing reminder of his need for privacy and care.
"We need to get you to the infirmary," Lucy whispers urgently, her breath stirring the fine blue hairs atop Happy's head. "Wendy or Porlyusica might be able to help you understand what's happening to your body."
Happy nods, his eyes wide and trusting as he looks up at her. The movement causes his cheek to brush against the soft swell of Lucy's breast, sending a jolt of electricity through them both. Lucy inhales sharply, trying to ignore the way her body responds to even this innocent contact.
"But how?" Happy asks, his voice small and uncertain. "I don't think I can walk like this. And everyone will see..." He glances down at the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of Lucy's jacket, a flush staining his cheeks.
Lucy bites her lip, considering their options. They can't stay here, not with the entire guild gathered just outside the door, speculating loudly about Happy's transformation. But parading him through the crowded guildhall in his current state seems equally unwise. Her eyes dart around the artifact room, searching for inspiration.
"I have an idea," she says finally, her voice low and conspiratorial. "But you'll have to trust me, okay?"
Happy nods again, his tail curling around Lucy's calf in a gesture of implicit faith. The sensation of that soft fur against her bare skin sends a shiver up Lucy's spine, but she pushes the feeling down, focusing on the task at hand.
"I'm going to carry you," she explains, shifting into a crouch. "We'll tell everyone I'm taking you to the infirmary to rest and that they should give us some space. And as for... this..." She reaches out hesitantly, her fingertips grazing the straining fabric covering Happy's erection. They both gasp at the contact, Happy's hips twitching forward involuntarily.
"Sorry! Sorry," Lucy stammers, snatching her hand back as if burned. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. "We'll just have to... conceal it as best we can. Put your arms around my neck when I lift you."
Happy nods, his blue ears twitching nervously as Lucy slides her arms beneath his thighs. She takes a steadying breath, trying to ignore the heat radiating from his skin through the thin fabric covering him. With one fluid movement, she rises to her feet, lifting Happy's slight form against her chest.
His weight surprises her, he's heavier than his small frame suggests, but still manageable. As she adjusts her grip, Happy's legs naturally part to straddle her waist, his ankles crossing behind her back. The position brings his hips flush against her abdomen, and there's no mistaking the hard length pressed between them, hot even through the layers of clothing.
"Lucy," Happy whispers, panic edging into his voice. "Everyone will see..."
He's right. The makeshift covering has shifted during the movement, and the prominent bulge of his arousal is painfully obvious, impossible to hide in their current position. Worse still, the fabric has begun to tent outward, threatening to expose him entirely with each subtle movement.
Lucy's mind races, her cheeks flaming as she considers their options. They can't stay here, but walking through the guildhall with Happy's condition so obviously on display would traumatize them both. The curious stares, the inevitable comments from Cana or Macao, she can't subject Happy to that humiliation, not when he's already so confused and vulnerable.
A solution presents itself, though Lucy's heart hammers at the mere thought. It's inappropriate, scandalous even, but what choice do they have?
"Happy," she murmurs, her lips close to his twitching ear. "I have an idea, but it's... it's not something friends usually do. But it will hide... your condition... until we can get somewhere private."
Happy looks up at her, his large eyes trusting despite the flush coloring his cheeks. "What is it?"
Lucy swallows hard. "I'm going to... adjust my top a little, and you're going to... fit in there." She glances down meaningfully at her generous cleavage, already straining against the confines of her tube top.
Happy's eyes widen comically, his ears standing straight up in shock. "In... in there?" he squeaks.
"It's the only way to hide... that," Lucy nods toward the obvious bulge. "The fabric of my top is thick enough that no one will see the outline, and you'll be pressed close enough between me that nothing will... slip out."
The mere suggestion sends a shiver of inappropriate heat through Lucy's core, but she pushes the sensation aside. This is about helping Happy, about protecting him from embarrassment, not about the strange, attraction she's feeling…
Lucy takes a deep breath, steeling herself. With one hand supporting Happy's weight, she uses the other to quickly tug at her tube top, pulling the elastic fabric away just enough to create a deeper valley between her breasts while still remaining decent. The cool air of the artifact room raises goosebumps across her exposed skin.
"Ready?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.
Happy nods, his expression a mixture of terror and fascination. Lucy lifts him slightly higher, adjusting their position so that his hips align with her chest. With trembling hands, she guides the concealed length between her breasts, tugging the elastic of her top to create a tight seal around him.
The moment Happy's member slides into the warm channel between Lucy's breasts, pleasurable hell breaks loose.
"A-aye!" Happy gasps, the sound strangled and desperate.
Lucy barely suppresses her own shocked response. The heat radiating from Happy's flesh is startling, almost scorching against her sensitive skin. His member pulses between her breasts with a life of its own, impossibly hot and hard, like velvet-covered steel fresh from the forge. The sensation shoots straight through her, igniting nerves she didn't know existed.
"Shh," she hisses, though she's not sure if she's silencing Happy or herself. Her nipples stiffen instantly, hardening into sensitive peaks that rub against the inner fabric of her tube top with every subtle movement.
Happy's hands clutch at her shoulders, his transformed fingers digging into her skin as he struggles to process the overwhelming sensations. His tail whips frantically behind him, occasionally brushing against Lucy's bare arms in feather-light strokes that send shivers cascading down her spine.
"Is everyone okay in there?" Erza's authoritative voice cuts through their private bubble, reminding Lucy of their precarious situation.
"F-fine!" Lucy calls back, her voice higher than normal. She clears her throat, trying to compose herself. "Happy's feeling overwhelmed. I'm taking him to the infirmary for some quiet."
She turns toward the door, carefully adjusting her hold on Happy to keep him secure against her chest. The movement causes his length to slide fractionally between her breasts, and Lucy's throat quivers with the effort of suppressing a moan. The friction generates heat that blooms across her chest and up her neck, staining her cheeks crimson.
"We'll need to examine that artifact," Erza says, stepping aside to let them pass. Her sharp eyes scan Lucy's flushed face, lingering on the way she clutches Happy so tightly against her. "Are you sure you're alright? You look feverish."
"Just worried about Happy," Lucy manages, forcing a smile that feels brittle around the edges. "He needs quiet and privacy right now. But bring some clothes and Wendy by in about 15 minutes?"
As she steps past Erza, Lucy feels a warm wetness seeping between her breasts. Happy's body is responding to the intimate contact with a slow trickle of pre-essence that leaves a slick trail between her breasts. The warm liquid seeps into the valley of her cleavage, creating a lubricated channel that makes each tiny movement more intense. Her cheeks burn hotter as she realizes what's happening, but there's no turning back now.
Lucy makes her way through the crowded guildhall, acutely aware of every eye turning their way. The familiar space seems to stretch endlessly before her, the infirmary door a distant mirage she fears they'll never reach. Happy's face remains buried in the crook of her neck, his breath coming in short, heated puffs against her skin.
"It's okay," she whispers, her lips barely moving. "We're almost there."
But with each step, a new challenge presents itself. The subtle bounce of her walking creates a rhythmic friction around Happy's concealed member, massaging him between her soft flesh in a way that draws a muffled whimper from his throat. His tail wraps tightly around her waist, the fur tickling the small of her back where her top doesn't quite meet her skirt.
"Lucy," Mirajane calls, stepping out from behind the bar with concern etched across her beautiful features. "Is everything alright? Can I help?"
Lucy pauses, forcing a smile that feels like it might shatter her face. "Just taking Happy somewhere quiet. The transformation seems to have overwhelmed his senses."
As she speaks, she feels it, the first subtle, unconscious thrust of Happy's hips. So slight that no one else would notice, but to Lucy, it's as though the world suddenly narrows to that single point of contact. The movement creates a delicious friction between her breasts, and Happy's length slides deeper into her cleavage, the tip nearly reaching the top of her cleavage as is spears her breasts.
"Of course," Mirajane nods, though her perceptive eyes linger on Lucy's flushed face. "I'll bring some tea to the infirmary in a bit. It might help calm his nerves."
"Fifteen minutes," Lucy manages to say, her voice strained as Happy shifts against her. "He needs some time to... adjust."
The scent reaches her nostrils as she continues her journey across the guildhall, a rich, musky aroma rising from between her breasts where Happy's essence continues to leak. It's unlike anything Lucy has encountered before, not unpleasant but startlingly intimate, carrying notes of something wild and untamed beneath the familiar scent that was always uniquely Happy.
The pungent masculine smell triggers something in Lucy, something that makes her hold Happy tighter against her chest, pressing him more firmly between her breasts. Her body responds with a rush of heat that pools low in her groin, spreading outward in waves that make her thighs tremble with each step.
"Almost there," she whispers, as much to herself as to Happy.
His only response is a barely audible whimper, a sound so vulnerable and needy that it ignites something fierce and protective in Lucy's core. She quickens her pace, no longer concerned with the subtle bounce of her breasts or the eyes that might still be watching. The guild hall stretches behind them now, the crowd's curious murmurs fading with each determined step toward the infirmary.
Happy's breathing comes in short, heated gasps against Lucy's neck, his transformed body responding instinctively to the stimulation. His hips begin to move in small, unconscious thrusts, rising to meet the downward bounce of Lucy's breasts with perfect timing. The synchronicity of their movements creates a rhythm that sends jolts of electricity through both their bodies, a feedback loop of pleasure neither fully understands but neither can resist.
"L-Lucy," Happy whispers, his voice a strained melody against her skin. "Something's happening. I feel like I'm going to explode."
The raw need in his voice sends a shiver down Lucy's spine, pooling heat between her thighs that makes her glad for the privacy of the empty corridor they now traverse. The infirmary door stands just ahead, its wooden frame promising sanctuary from prying eyes and curious questions.
"It's okay," she murmurs, her own voice husky with an emotion she dare not name. "Just hold on a little longer."
But Happy's control is slipping, his transformed body responding to stimuli it has never encountered before. His hips buck more insistently, driving his length deeper into the warm valley between Lucy's breasts. The tip occasionally breaches the top of her cleavage, a glimpse of pink-tinged flesh that disappears again with each movement.
Lucy's pace increases, her heart thundering in her chest as she feels Happy's member swell even further between her breasts. The pulsing heat of him seeps into her skin, spreading through her veins like liquid fire. Her own body responds in kind, nipples hardening to heightened levels of pleasurable mounds.
The scent of their combined arousal fills the narrow corridor, a heady mixture that makes Lucy's head swim. Happy's unique smell has intensified, carrying notes of wild forests and mountain streams beneath the musky aroma of male desire. It fills Lucy's nostrils, clouding her thoughts with images that make her cheeks burn and her core clench with need.
"Almost there," she gasps, reaching for the infirmary door with trembling fingers.
Finally reaching the infirmary, Lucy practically crashes through the doorway, slamming the heavy oak door shut with her back and turning the lock with fumbling fingers. The sudden stillness envelops them like a physical presence, broken only by their ragged breathing and the thundering of Lucy's heart.
"We made it," she gasps, her legs trembling as she staggers toward the nearest bed.
With shaking hands, she begins to extract Happy from his hiding place, gently peeling the elastic of her tube top away. His member clings to her flesh, slick with pre-cum that has created a seal between them. As she finally frees him, his cock slides from between her breasts with an audible wet pop that echoes in the quiet room.
"Oh my..." Lucy breathes, her eyes widening as she lays Happy on the infirmary bed.
His manhood stands proudly erect, impossibly larger than it had been in the artifact room. What had already been impressive has grown to truly staggering proportions, the throbbing shaft gleaming with moisture in the soft infirmary light. Veins pulse visibly beneath the surface, mapping constellations across the pink-flushed skin that stretches taut over its considerable girth.
Happy whimpers, his back arching slightly as his member twitches in the cool air. His tail thrashes against the white sheets, and his ears lay flat against his blue hair in distress.
"It won't go down," he moans, looking up at Lucy with desperate, pleading eyes. "It feels so tight it hurts, Lucy. What's happening to me?"
Lucy stares, transfixed by the sight before her. A heady mixture of arousal and concern washes through her, leaving her light-headed and flushed. Her body still hums with the memory of Happy pressed between her breasts, the ghost of his heat lingering on her skin.
"I think... I think you need release," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your body is... responding to stimuli, and it needs... release."
The clinical words feel ridiculous in her mouth, at odds with the molten heat pooling between her thighs and the hammering of her heart. She's acutely aware that they have perhaps fifteen minutes before Erza or Mirajane arrives with clothes and possibly Wendy in tow. Fifteen minutes to help Happy find relief from this painful arousal before they're discovered in a position neither could explain.
"How?" Happy asks, his transformed face flushed with need and confusion.
"J-Just leave it to me…"
Erza POV
Erza stood rigid in the artifact room, her authoritative voice cutting through the excited chatter.
"Everyone, maintain order!" she commanded, her armor gleaming as she raised a gauntleted hand. "This is clearly a magical incident requiring proper investigation. Natsu, stop trying to break things. Gray, your clothes."
The guild members reluctantly settled, though whispers continued to ripple through the crowd like wind through summer leaves. Erza's exterior remained composed, spine straight, expression stern, while her mind splintered in decidedly unprofessional directions.
"Levy," she called, spotting the blue-haired script mage near the back of the crowd. "I need you to assemble a research team immediately. Bring Freed and anyone else with knowledge of transformation magic or Exceed physiology."
As Levy nodded and hurried off, Erza's thoughts betrayed her discipline. The image of Happy's transformed body flashed behind her eyes, not just the ears and tail that marked him still as their friend, but the unexpected proportions that had been impossible to miss. Even in his relaxed state, the impressive length had been evident beneath Erza's hastily offered cloth.
Thirteen inches at least, her mind calculated unbidden, and perfectly formed, like the hero from chapter twelve of 'The Knight's Forbidden Desire'...
Heat rushed to her cheeks. She clenched her jaw, fighting the inappropriate comparisons to her favorite romance novels. This was Happy, their guild mate, their friend, not some fantasy character designed for her private enjoyment.
"Mira," Erza said, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears, "prepare the medical supplies. We don't know what side effects this transformation might have."
Mirajane nodded, though something knowing flickered in her eyes as she studied Erza's flushed face. "Of course. Should I take them to the infirmary right away?"
"No!" Erza said too quickly. She cleared her throat. "I mean, give Lucy some time with him first. She said fifteen minutes."
Fifteen minutes. The thought hung in Erza's mind, heavy with implications. What exactly did Lucy need fifteen minutes for? The celestial wizard had practically fled with Happy clutched against her chest, her face flushed and eyes avoidant. Surely Lucy wasn't that affected by a naked man, right?
"Master should be informed immediately," Erza continued, struggling to focus on her duties. "Cana, can you contact him via communication lacrima?"
As she delegated tasks, orchestrating the guild's response with practiced efficiency, her mind continued its rebellious wandering. Had Happy's new form affected Lucy the same way it had affected her? The thought sent a jolt of heat through Erza's core that had nothing to do with Natsu spouting flames everywhere.
That delicate face with those expressive eyes, that lithe body paired with that magnificent endowment. Erza's knees felt weak as her imagination conjured images of what his smaller frame could do to her... The contrast was intoxicating. Erza had always appreciated beauty in all forms, her armor collection was testament to her eye for aesthetics, but this was different. This was raw, primal attraction that made her armor feel suddenly too tight, too hot against her skin.
"Erza? Are you listening?" Natsu's voice cut through her inappropriate reverie.
She blinked, focusing on his concerned face. "Of course. What is it?"
"I said, what if Happy stays like this forever? What if he can't change back?" Genuine worry creased Natsu's brow, reminding Erza of the actual crisis at hand.
"We'll figure it out," she assured him, grateful for the distraction from her wayward thoughts. "Fairy Tail has overcome greater challenges before. We just gotta stick together as a team! like always."
Lucy POV
Wet, rhythmic sounds echo through the infirmary, obscene slurping punctuated by soft, muffled moans that bounce off the sterile walls. The lewd symphony rises and falls in intensity, occasionally interrupted by a feminine voice whispering hurried shushes.
"Quiet, Happy... someone might hear us," Lucy murmurs, her lips glistening with saliva as she pulls away momentarily from her task.
Lucy kneels before the infirmary bed, balanced on her tiptoes, her golden hair cascading over Happy's lap as she works. Her mouth stretches wide around his considerable girth, cheeks hollowed with suction as she takes him deeper. Happy's transformed cock pulses between her lips, the veined shaft slick with her saliva as she bobs her head in a steady rhythm.
"Aye sir... I-I mean, aye ma'am," Happy gasps, his blue tail thrashing against the white sheets. His small hands grip the bedding, knuckles white with tension as pleasure unlike anything he's ever known courses through his transformed body. "Lucy, it feels so... so..."
His words dissolve into a high-pitched moan that Lucy quickly silences with her free hand. Her other hand works frantically beneath her skirt, fingers sliding through her own slick folds as she pleasures herself in time with her ministrations. The fabric of her skirt tents with the movement, occasionally revealing glimpses of lace panties pushed aside to allow access.
"I know," she whispers, her brown eyes heavy-lidded as she looks up at him. A thin strand of saliva connects her swollen lips to the glistening tip of his member. "Just let it happen. Your body needs this release."
The clinical explanation feels absurd given their position, but Lucy clings to it like a lifeline. This isn't about her unexplainable attraction to Happy's new form, she tells herself. This is about helping a friend in need, about easing his discomfort in the only way that seems to work. The wetness between her own thighs is merely a biological response, nothing more.
She returns to her task with renewed determination, taking him deeper than before. The considerable length disappears inch by inch between her lips, stretching her jaw to its limit. The salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum coats her tongue, strangely addictive in its novelty. Her throat relaxes with some resistance, allowing his impressive girth to slide deeper until her Throat feels close to choking.
Happy whimpers, his transformed face a portrait of ecstasy and confusion. His ears twitch with every swirl of her tongue, his tail curling and uncurling in rhythm with the pleasure coursing through him. The sensations are overwhelming, wet heat enveloping him, suction drawing him deeper, the velvet softness of Lucy's tongue exploring every ridge and vein of his new anatomy.
"Lucy," he mewls, the sound transforming into a desperate keen as his hips buck involuntarily.
Lucy's movements become more frantic, her head bobbing with increased urgency. She coils herself around Happy's petite form, one arm snaking around his waist while the other continues its frenzied ministrations between her thighs. Her body wraps around him like a vice, claiming him completely as the minutes tick away. The knowledge that their private moment could end at any second with a knock on the infirmary door only heightens her determination.
Something primal awakens within her, a hunger she never knew existed. The rational part of her mind that had been making excuses fades into background noise as she surrenders to raw instinct. Her tongue traces the underside of his shaft, feeling it pulse and swell with each heartbeat.
"I can feel it," she gasps during a brief moment when she releases him from her mouth. "You're close, aren't you?"
Happy nods frantically, his blue hair damp with sweat against his forehead. "Something's... building... Lucy, I'm Close!"
She takes him deep again, her resolve hardening. There's no time for half-measures, no opportunity to explain away the evidence of what they've done. When he releases, she'll swallow every drop, leaving nothing behind to betray their forbidden encounter.
Her fingers circle her clit with desperate intensity, matching the rhythm of her mouth as she works them both toward completion. The wet sounds of her self-pleasure mingle with the obscene slurping of her mouth, creating a symphony of debauchery that echoes in the sterile room.
Happy's breathing becomes erratic, his small chest heaving as pressure builds at the base of his spine. His tail goes rigid, standing straight out behind him as his hands find their way into Lucy's golden hair. The sensation of those soft strands between his fingers sends another jolt of pleasure through him.
"Lucy, I can't... I'm going to..."
"I've got you," she whispers against his slick shaft before descending once more, taking him deeper than before.
Her throat opens to accommodate his impressive length, years of celestial magic training giving her control over muscles she never imagined using this way. Happy's hips buck involuntarily, driving himself further into the wet heat of her mouth. The tip of his cock hits the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex, but Lucy pushes through it, determined to give him the release he needs.
Lucy's fingers move in frantic circles against her swollen clit, her own pleasure mounting in tandem with Happy's. She's never been this wet, this desperate for release while pleasuring someone else. Something about his innocent reactions, the genuine wonder in his eyes as he experiences these sensations for the first time, drives her wild.
"Let go," she encourages between gulps of air, before swallowing him down again. "I'll take care of everything."
Lucy takes him to the root, nose pressed against the soft skin at the base of his shaft. Her throat constricts around him as she swallows, creating a rippling pressure that proves to be his undoing.
Happy's hands find her hair, fingers tangling in golden strands as his back arches off the bed. "Lucy!" he cries, his voice a desperate whimper. "I can't hold it—"
The first hot pulse hits the back of her throat, catching Lucy by surprise despite her determination. She swallows reflexively, the unfamiliar taste flooding her mouth as Happy's orgasm crashes through him. Wave after wave of his seed fills her mouth, more than she expected, more than seems possible from his small frame. She gulps desperately, determined to leave no evidence, to swallow every drop of his release even as her mind reels at her own actions.
The taste is unlike anything she's experienced, sweet yet salty, with a hint of something wild and Earthy. Each swallow sends a jolt of forbidden pleasure straight to her core, pushing her closer to her own peak. Her fingers move in frantic circles, her body trembling on the edge of release as Happy continues to pour himself down her throat. Lucy moans around his length, the vibrations of her voice sending Happy into another series of spasms.
The vibrations of her muffled cry send Happy spiraling further into ecstasy, his hips bucking wildly as he empties himself into her willing mouth. Lucy's throat works frantically, swallowing each pulse of his seed as it comes, her eyes watering with the effort to take it all. Some escapes despite her best efforts, trailing from the corner of her lips down her chin in pearlescent rivulets.
The taste, the scent, the obscene intimacy of the act pushes Lucy over the edge. Her fingers press hard against her clit as waves of pleasure crash through her, Her thighs clamp around her hand as wetness floods her fingers as she rides out her climax, all while continuing to swallow every drop he offers.
"Mmmphhh," she groans, the vulgar sound escaping despite her efforts to stay quiet. The taste, the fullness in her mouth, the knowledge of what she's doing, it all combines to make this one of the most intense orgasms she's ever experienced.
When the final pulses fade, Lucy slowly, carefully releases him from her mouth with another wet "pop", gasping for breath. Happy collapses back on the bed, his chest heaving, his transformed member finally beginning to soften.
"What...what was that?" he asks, his voice small and breathless.
Reality crashes back into Lucy's consciousness like a bucket of ice water. She withdraws her hand from beneath her skirt, hastily washing her fingers and wiping them on a nearby infirmary towel. Her cheeks burn with shame and lingering arousal as the full weight of what they've done settles on her shoulders.
"That was..." The taste of the once blue cat fresh on her tongue, pre-cum still moist between her breasts as she tries to use paper-towel to quickly take care of the problem, opening the window as she tries to air out the scent of sex and cum.
"Well, that's what humans call a... blowjob," Lucy stammers, grabbing more tissues to wipe a stubborn spot of Happy's essence from her chin. She fumbles with the paper, accidentally knocking over a bottle of antiseptic that clatters loudly against the infirmary floor. "It's a type of... um... sexual activity."
Happy watches her with wide, curious eyes as she contorts herself to check her reflection in a small medical cabinet mirror, frantically dabbing at a streak of white that's somehow ended up on her neck.
"Sexual activity?" Happy repeats, his tail swishing with interest. "Like what Natsu's magazines show?"
"You know about those?" Lucy squeaks, nearly choking on air as she frantically tries to flatten her disheveled hair. Her cheeks burn crimson as she notices a wet patch on her skirt. "Oh god, this is so embarrassing."
She grabs a clean infirmary towel, Wiping away at the stain while simultaneously trying to adjust her tube top, which has twisted awkwardly during their activities.
"So sex is when you put your mouth on someone's—"
"No! I mean, yes, that's one way, but—" Lucy trips over a rolling stool, catching herself against the bed with a yelp. "Sex is more complicated than that. It's when two people, or sometimes more, I guess—" she rambles, voice rising an octave as she scrubs furiously at a suspicious stain on her top.
Happy's ears perk up. "More? Like me, you, and Erza?"
"What!? NO!" Lucy shrieks, then claps her hand over her mouth, eyes darting to the door. She lowers her voice to a frantic whisper. "Wait... me, you, and Erza?" Lucy's words trail off as her mind betrays her with a sudden, vivid image.
In her imagination, Erza kneels beside her, scarlet hair cascading over armored shoulders as they both worship Happy's impressive length. Erza's usually stern expression softens with desire, her disciplined demeanor crumbling as she takes her turn swallowing him down. Lucy pictures herself guiding Erza's head, whispering encouragement as the knight's throat bulges with Happy's girth. The proud Titania of Fairy Tail, reduced to a moaning, desperate woman, armor discarded, her perfect body flushed with need as she shares Happy's cock with Lucy...
"Oh my god," Lucy whispers, a fresh wave of heat flooding her core. Her nipples harden painfully against her tube top as the fantasy takes shape in excruciating detail.
She imagines Erza's soft moans, the way those strong hands would grip Happy's thighs, how those fierce eyes would cloud with pleasure. Would Erza maintain her composure, or would she become as wild and desperate as Lucy had been moments ago? The thought of Erza's perfect lips stretched around Happy's shaft, of sharing his taste with her, of watching the indomitable S-class wizard surrender to desire...
"Lucy? Your face is all red again," Happy says, tilting his head curiously.
Lucy startles, pressing her thighs together against the renewed throbbing between them. "I-it's nothing! Just... thinking about... cleaning! Yes, cleaning this mess before anyone comes!"
"But you didn't answer about Erza," Happy persists, his innocent tone at odds with the subject matter. "Could she help too? She seemed worried about me."
"That's, that's not appropriate to discuss!" Lucy squeaks, though her mind continues its treasonous fantasy. Would Erza's lips taste like strawberry cake? Would she be dominant, taking control of their shared pleasure, or would she reveal a surprising submissiveness when faced with Happy's transformed appeal?
"But why not?" Happy asks, blinking those impossibly large eyes. "If what you did helped me feel better, wouldn't it help to have more people? Erza's really strong, and she knows a lot about everything."
Lucy nearly chokes. "Happy, what we did was private! It's not something you talk about with others or invite people to join!"
Even as she says it, her traitorous mind supplies more details to her fantasy, Erza's fingers tangled in Lucy's hair as they share open-mouthed kisses around Happy's thickness, the taste of him mingling between their tongues as their breasts smash together...
"But why is your heart beating so fast? And you smell different," Happy observes, his enhanced senses picking up on Lucy's arousal. "Just like when we were—"
A sharp knock at the door makes them both jump.
"Lucy? Happy? It's me Erza, Can I come in? Mirajane should be here any minute as well with Wendy." Erza's voice muffled through the heavy wooden door, commanding but also a bit hesitant in her tone.
Lucy frantically fans her flushed face with one hand while using the other to spritz the room with aerosole spray, creating a misty cloud that makes them both cough.
"Too much!" Happy protests, waving away the chemical fog, covering himself with the bedsheets.
"Sorry! I just don't want anyone to smell... you know." Lucy gestures vaguely at her mouth, then grimaces at the implication. "Not that you smell bad! You taste—I mean—oh god, forget I said anything. Erza come on in!"
Erza hesitates for a moment before opening the door, giving Lucy precious seconds to make one final check of her appearance. The celestial wizard hastily tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and forces what she hopes is a neutral expression onto her face.
The door swings open with a soft creak, revealing Erza carrying a neatly folded stack of clothes. Her scarlet hair catches the light as she steps inside, crimson eyes quickly assessing the scene before her.
"I brought some clothes that might fit," she announces, her voice carrying its usual authority despite the slight flush dusting her cheeks. "They belong to Romeo, might not be your style but they'll fit" (I seen a screenshot somewhere that Romeo is about Levy Height, so don't me)
Lucy's heart hammers in her chest as Erza approaches the bed where Happy sits wrapped in sheets. The knight's armor gleams in the infirmary light, accentuating the curves beneath the metal plating. After her vivid fantasy moments ago, Lucy can barely look at Erza without imagining those stern lips wrapped around—
"Are you feeling better, Happy?" Erza asks, placing the clothes at the foot of the bed.
Happy's tail swishes beneath the sheets. "Aye! Lucy made me feel much better!"
Lucy chokes on air, coughing violently as Erza raises an eyebrow.
"Did she now?" Erza's gaze shifts to Lucy, who's desperately trying to regain composure. "And what exactly did she do that was so helpful?"
"Well she used her mouth to—"
"TO EXPLAIN THINGS!" Lucy interrupts, lunging forward to clamp a hand over Happy's mouth. "I just explained what was happening to his body! With words! From my mouth! That's all!"
Erza's eyes narrow slightly, taking in Lucy's disheveled appearance, the faint sheen of sweat on her brow, and the lingering flush on her cheeks, the swolleness of her lips. Something flashes in those scarlet depths, suspicion, perhaps, or something darker and more complex.
"I see," she says, her tone measured. "Well, Wendy will be here shortly to examine him properly."
The way Erza emphasizes 'properly' makes Lucy's stomach flip. Does she know? Can she somehow sense what transpired in this room minutes ago?
"That's great!" Lucy chirps, her voice unnaturally high. "I should probably go and let you handle things from here!"
As Lucy tries to edge toward the door, Erza's armored hand catches her wrist. The contact sends an electric jolt up Lucy's arm, memories of her fantasy making her knees weak.
"Actually," Erza says, her voice dropping to a lower register that makes Lucy's core clench, "I'd like you to stay. To help Happy get dressed." Her eyes flick meaningfully to the cat boy beneath the sheets. "He seems to respond well to you…"
Lucy swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry. "Of course I'll stay," she manages, trying to keep her voice steady under Erza's penetrating gaze. "Happy might need help figuring out how clothes work now."
"Excellent," Erza says, releasing Lucy's wrist but letting her fingers trail along the sensitive skin for a moment longer than necessary. "I'll turn around to give you both some privacy."
As promised, Erza turns to face the wall, though Lucy notices the slight tilt of her head, the way her eyes might catch reflections in the medical cabinet's glass. The thought sends another inappropriate thrill through her.
"Okay, Happy," Lucy whispers, approaching the bed with Romeo's clothes. "Let's get you dressed before Wendy arrives."
Happy nods, clutching the thin sheet around his waist as he slides toward the edge of the bed. The fabric drapes precariously over his lap, threatening to slip with each movement. Lucy glances nervously at Erza's back, hyper aware of every sound in the quiet room.
"Arms up," she instructs softly, unfolding a simple blue t-shirt.
Happy complies, lifting his arms and inadvertently causing the sheet to slide lower on his hips. Lucy bites her lip, working quickly to pull the shirt over his head before anything is exposed. The fabric catches on his cat ears, and he lets out a small yelp.
"Sorry!" Lucy whispers, carefully freeing his ears through the collar. "I didn't think about that."
"Is everything alright?" Erza asks, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"Fine!" Lucy calls back, her voice unnaturally bright. "Just a little wardrobe malfunction with the ears."
As she adjusts the shirt, her fingers brush against Happy's chest, feeling the surprising firmness beneath. His skin is warm, almost hot to the touch, and Lucy finds herself lingering longer than necessary, tracing the contours of his transformed body through the thin fabric.
"Lucy," Happy whispers, his large eyes fixed on her face. "Your heart is racing again."
Lucy jerks her hands away, cheeks flaming. "Let's get your, um, bottoms on."
She unfolds a pair of navy shorts, regarding them with trepidation. This will be the tricky part.
"I need you to stand up," she murmurs, "but keep the sheet around you until the last second."
Happy nods, sliding off the bed with the sheet clutched tightly around his waist. He wobbles slightly on his new legs, and Lucy steadies him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, now I'm going to hold the shorts open, and you step into them, one foot at a time," she instructs, kneeling before him.
From this position, Lucy is acutely aware of Erza behind her, of how this scene might appear from her perspective, Lucy on her knees before Happy, face level with his covered groin. The memory of what transpired minutes ago floods back, making her mouth water involuntarily. She swallows hard and focuses on the task at hand.
"Quickly," Lucy whispers urgently, holding the shorts open as Happy lifts one foot shakily. "Step in and pull up."
Happy wobbles precariously, his tail swishing for balance as he manages to slide one leg through. The sheet slips dangerously low on one side, revealing the curve of his hip.
"Almost there," Lucy encourages, guiding his other foot through the opening. "Now pull up while I hold the sheet."
In a synchronized movement born of desperation, Lucy lifts the shorts while Happy lets the sheet drop at the precise moment the fabric covers his most intimate area. His impressive length, thankfully now flaccid after their earlier activities, still creates a noticeable bulge that Lucy tries to adjust without actually touching.
"There!" she exclaims with relief, quickly fastening the button and stepping back. "All dressed!"
The infirmary door bursts open without warning, banging against the wall as Mirajane rushes in with Wendy close behind her. Lucy jumps back from Happy as if burned, nearly tripping over a medical stool.
"We came as quickly as we could," Mirajane announces, her white hair flowing behind her like a banner. Her eyes immediately fix on Happy's transformed state, widening slightly as she takes in his appearance in proper clothing. "Oh my..."
Wendy hurries past her, medical bag clutched tightly in her small hands. "How are you feeling?" she asks in her most professional tone, though her cheeks color slightly when she meets Happy's gaze. "Any pain or discomfort?"
Happy's tail swishes behind him, poking through a hastily made hole in Romeo's shorts. "I feel weird but not bad-weird anymore. Lucy helped me feel better!"
Lucy chokes on air again, earning a curious glance from Mirajane and a narrowed gaze from Erza.
"Did she now?" Mirajane asks, her sweet voice carrying an undertone that makes Lucy's cheeks burn hotter. "How exactly did she help you, Happy?"
Before Happy can answer, Lucy interjects, "Just talked him through the panic! You know, calming words, reassurance, that sort of thing!"
Mirajane's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes as she nods. "Of course. How thoughtful of you, Lucy."
Wendy gestures for Happy to sit on the bed. "I need to examine you to make sure the transformation hasn't caused any internal damage. Is that okay?"
Happy nods, climbing onto the bed with newfound awkwardness, his tail swishing nervously behind him as Wendy approaches. The young Sky Dragon Slayer summons her magic, pale blue light emanating from her small hands as she holds them over Happy's transformed body.
"Try to relax," Wendy instructs, her professional demeanor belying her youth. "I need to check your magical pathways and make sure everything is functioning properly."
As the gentle glow of healing magic bathes Happy in ethereal light, Erza steps away from the bed, gesturing for Lucy and Mirajane to join her near the window. The three women huddle together, voices low but tense with urgency.
"We need to establish our next steps," Erza states, her armor catching the afternoon sunlight streaming through the infirmary windows. "That artifact clearly contains powerful transformation magic specific to Exceeds. We need to determine if this change is permanent or temporary."
Lucy shifts uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact with either woman. "Levy might be able to translate those runes Happy mentioned. If we understand the spell, we might find a way to reverse it."
"If he wants it reversed," Mirajane interjects softly, her blue eyes drifting to where Happy sits on the examination table. "We should consider that he might prefer to remain in this form."
The thought sends an inappropriate thrill through Lucy that she desperately tries to suppress. The memory of Happy's taste lingers on her tongue, making it difficult to concentrate on Erza's strategic planning.
"His vital signs are stable," Wendy reports from across the room, her hands moving methodically over Happy's chest. "Breathing normal, heart rate slightly elevated but within acceptable parameters." Her fingers trace the air above his throat, following invisible lines of energy. "Magical pathways are... unusual. I've never seen anything quite like this before."
"Unusual how?" Erza asks sharply, turning her attention to the young healer.
Wendy's brow furrows in concentration. "It's as if his Exceed magic has been... redistributed throughout his body. The transformation seems to have created new channels for his energy to flow." Her hands pause over his abdomen, the blue glow intensifying. "And there's something else... a secondary magical signature intertwined with his own."
Happy's ears twitch nervously. "Is that bad? Am I going to turn into something else?"
"I don't think so," Wendy reassures him, though uncertainty colors her voice. "It feels stable, just... different. Like your magic is adapting to this new form."
Erza strides back to the bed, her expression grave. "We need to contact the Master immediately. This could be connected to ancient Exceed magic we know nothing about." She turns to Mirajane. "Prepare the communication lacrima in the guild hall. I want to speak with Porlyusica as well, she may have encountered something similar in her research."
Mirajane nods, her eyes lingering on Happy's transformed state for a moment longer than necessary before she turns to leave. As she passes Lucy, her fingers brush against the celestial wizard's arm in what might be coincidence or something more deliberate.
"Lucy," Mirajane whispers, her voice so low only Lucy can hear, "you missed a spot." Her delicate finger traces a small circle just below Lucy's ear, where a faint pearlescent smear remains.
Lucy's hand flies to the spot, her face burning as Mirajane offers a knowing smile before gliding out of the infirmary with a sway in her hips. The door closes behind her with a soft click that sounds like thunder in Lucy's ears.
"I should probably help Mira," Lucy stammers, backing toward the door. "You know, with the research and... stuff."
Erza's eyes narrow, assessing Lucy with a penetrating gaze that seems to strip away pretenses. "Actually, I'd prefer you stay here. We need someone Happy is comfortable with."
The emphasis on 'comfortable' sends heat rushing to Lucy's cheeks. She nods mutely, trapped between the door and Erza's commanding presence.
The infirmary settles into an uncomfortable silence as Wendy continues her examination, her small hands glowing with healing magic as they pass over Happy's transformed body. Lucy perches awkwardly on a stool beside the bed, her posture rigid, eyes fixed determinedly on the floor tiles. The memory of what transpired minutes earlier burns hot in her mind, making it impossible to look directly at Happy without her cheeks flaming anew.
Erza stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over her armored chest, her expression unreadable. Only the slight flush coloring her cheeks betrays any emotion as her eyes occasionally drift to Happy's form, lingering on the way his blue hair falls across his forehead or how his tail occasionally twitches against the white sheets.
"Your magical pathways are stabilizing," Wendy reports, her professional tone at odds with her youthful appearance. "But there are anomalies I've never encountered before. The transformation seems to have altered your internal magical structure in fascinating ways."
Happy's ears perk up. "Is that good or bad?"
"Neither, necessarily," Wendy answers thoughtfully. "Just different. Your body is adapting to the new form remarkably well, considering the circumstances."
Lucy shifts on her stool, the movement drawing Erza's sharp gaze. The celestial wizard freezes under that penetrating stare, certain that Erza can somehow read the guilt written across her features, can somehow taste the lingering evidence of her transgression.
"Something on your mind, Lucy?" Erza asks, her voice deceptively casual.
"N-nothing!" Lucy stammers, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "Just worried about Happy, that's all."
Erza's lips curve in the ghost of a smile. "Indeed. You've been very... attentive to his needs."
The emphasis sends a fresh wave of heat cascading through Lucy's body. She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry.
"That's what friends do," she manages, her voice higher than normal.
Happy's tail swishes against the sheets. "Lucy's the bestest friend! She made me feel so—"
"Comfortable!" Lucy interjects desperately. "I made him feel comfortable with the transformation!"
Wendy looks up from her examination, innocent curiosity in her dark eyes. "What techniques did you use? It might help my healing process if I understand what worked for him."
Lucy chokes on air, coughing violently as Erza's eyebrow rises with dangerous interest.
"Just... talking," Lucy wheezes between coughs. "And... emotional support."
"Hmm," Erza hums, the sound somehow both skeptical and amused. "Emotional support can take many forms."
The double meaning hangs in the air between them, charged with unspoken implications. Lucy squirms under Erza's knowing gaze, certain that the knight sees right through her flimsy excuses.
Mirajane's voice echoes through the guild hall's announcement system, cutting through the tense atmosphere in the infirmary.
"Attention all Fairy Tail members," her melodious tone carries an unusual edge of authority. "Emergency guild meeting in five minutes. Everyone to the main hall immediately. No exceptions."
The sudden announcement startles Wendy, causing her healing magic to flicker momentarily. "That sounds serious," she murmurs, completing her examination with a final pass of glowing hands over Happy's chest.
Erza straightens, her armor catching the light as she moves toward the door with purposeful strides. "We should join the others. Happy, can you walk, or would you prefer assistance?"
Happy slides cautiously from the bed, testing his balance on unfamiliar legs. His tail provides some counterweight as he takes a tentative step forward. "I think I can manage," he says, though uncertainty colors his voice.
Lucy rises from her stool, torn between offering support and maintaining the distance that propriety demands after their intimate encounter. "I can help if you need it," she offers, her voice barely above a whisper.
"That won't be necessary," Erza interjects, stepping between them with calculated precision. "I'll ensure Happy reaches the guild hall safely. Lucy, perhaps you should go ahead and secure us seats near the front."
The dismissal is polite but firm, brooking no argument. Lucy nods, relief and disappointment warring within her as she hurries from the infirmary, eager to escape Erza's penetrating gaze.
The corridor outside feels cooler, free from the charged atmosphere that had made the small medical room feel suffocating. Lucy takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before facing the entire guild. Her lips still tingle with the memory of Happy's taste, her body humming with the aftershocks of forbidden pleasure.
"Get it together," she whispers to herself, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her top. "It was just... helping a friend. Nothing more."
The lie rings hollow even in her own ears.
The guild hall buzzes with speculation when Lucy enters, members clustered in tight groups, voices hushed yet animated. She spots Natsu and Gray near the bar, their usual bickering temporarily suspended as they discuss the day's unexpected developments.
"Lucy!" Natsu calls, waving her over. "How's Happy? Is he okay?"
Before she can answer, the guild doors swing open again, revealing Erza with Happy at her side. The transformed Exceed moves cautiously, each step deliberate as he adjusts to his new center of gravity. Beside him, Erza matches his pace perfectly, her intimidating presence ensuring a clear path through the crowded hall.
"Whoa," Gray mutters, eyes widening as he takes in Happy's humanoid appearance in proper clothing. "It's even weirder seeing him like this, all dressed up like a regular person."
"Happy!" Natsu bolts across the guild hall, nearly knocking over Elfman in his haste. He skids to a stop in front of Happy, eyes wide with a mixture of concern and fascination.
"Let me get a good look at you, buddy!" Without warning, Natsu grabs Happy's shoulders, spinning him around like a doll. His hands move with typical Natsu-like lack of boundaries, poking at Happy's arms, ruffling his blue hair, and even lifting his shirt to examine his torso. "This is so weird! You've got muscles now! Small ones, but still!"
Happy yelps as Natsu's inspection becomes increasingly invasive, the fire wizard's curious fingers prodding at his ribs, squeezing his shoulders, and tugging at his ears.
"Do you still purr?" Natsu asks, scratching behind Happy's cat ears experimentally. "Can you still eat fish? Wait, can you breathe fire now? Try it!"
"Natsu, I don't think—" Happy begins, only to be interrupted by Natsu grabbing his face, squishing his cheeks to examine his teeth.
"Your fangs are smaller! But still pointy! And your eyes are the same, just in a different face and—"
"ENOUGH!" Erza's armored hand clamps down on Natsu's shoulder with enough force to make him wince. "Have you no sense of personal boundaries? Happy is not a specimen to be examined!"
Natsu freezes, a nervous smile spreading across his face as he slowly releases Happy's cheeks. "I was just checking if he's still Happy..."
"By manhandling him?" Erza's glare could melt steel. "Step back this instant and give him space to breathe."
Lucy watches the interaction with a mixture of relief and guilt. The way Natsu touches Happy so casually, so innocently, stands in stark contrast to her own recent handling of the transformed Exceed. The memory makes her cheeks burn anew.
"Sorry, Happy," Natsu mumbles, taking a reluctant step back. "You just look so different."
Happy's tail swishes anxiously. "It's okay, Natsu. Everything feels different too."
Mirajane steps onto the small stage at the front of the guild hall, tapping a lacrima microphone to gain everyone's attention. "Everyone, please take your seats. Master Makarov will be addressing us momentarily."
The guild members shuffle toward the benches, an unusual solemnity settling over the normally boisterous crowd. Lucy finds herself seated between Levy and Cana, with Erza and Happy directly in front of her. From this angle, she can see the back of Happy's blue head, his ears twitching with each new sound, and the way his tail curls nervously around the bench leg.
A communication lacrima floats to the center of the stage, pulsing with ethereal light before projecting a magnified image of Master Makarov's face. Despite the magical distortion, the deep furrows in his brow and the tight line of his mouth are unmistakable signs of his concern.
"My children," his voice booms through the hall, silencing the last whispers, "I've been informed of the situation with Happy, and I'm returning to the guild immediately. However, there are matters we must address without delay."
"Until I return," Makarov continues, "I am hereby establishing emergency protocols. First and foremost, Erza is in charge until I return, anything she says goes. secondly, I want Levy, and Freed to use most of their guild hours researching this spell, I will also make some calls to other guilds that might know something. And Thirdly, Happy must be accompanied at all times of day! At least for the next few weeks, just in case emergency arises again. Erza I will leave the decision on who to watch him to you. I'll see you soon my children."
The lacrima fades out, and the guild is silent for once, waiting for Titania's directions…
"Alright. This is how we're going to do this…"