Dirty Laundry leads to... by lady_myth

Part 1

Hey, everyone. My perverted muse came to play today! Not sure where I came up with it, but heck, it's beginner's smut. I don't question on it! Rated MA for future parts. This is either three or four parts long. We'll see who I want in this story...other than the most important two characters of all! Now, as my Captain states: "Let's get it on!"

Dirty Laundry leads to....

Kagome silently cursed every Kami known to man, impressively spanning six religions and twice as many cultures in her religious blasphemy. Her morning bathing ritual had been interrupted by one of the slimmest nastiest snake youkai she had ever witnessed. She had been on her way back from the spring when the blasted thing had oozed in front of her, claiming ownership to the Shikon and how it would maim and kill her before her precious hanyou would come rescue her.

Kagome had stared nonplused at the youkai, its threats running along the lines of the basic standby in similar situations. The snake youkai had been rather peeved when Kagome had simply lifted an arrogant eyebrow in reaction to the fiend. She let out an unattractive snort, knowing full well that her precious hanyou was currently engaged in rutting a certain clay doll back into the ground from where she'd come.

The snake youkai had become incensed, and it had naturally lashed out at her, poised to strike its deadly fangs in her pearly skin. Shock had registered on its face as she side stepped the attack, brushing her hand along its scaly side, causing her purifying energy to puncture it. Several years in the Sengoku Judai had taught her a number of valuable things, self-defense being the most important. The snake youkai let out a howl of rage just before the purifying energy swept its form, causing the creature to spontaneously combust...all over the miko.

"Holy hell, godammit!" She howled, as the slimy filth clung to her.

She turned on her heel, effectively slipping in the slime several times, before she was able to return to the spring.

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After she'd cleaned herself up once more, Kagome stomped her way back into camp, garbed in nothing but a large towel, since her clean outfit had been utterly ruined by her most recent attack. As soon as she had set foot into camp the slayer, always mindful of a certain pair of eyes, whacked the monk upside the head with her boomerang, effectively knocking him out for most of the show.

Kagome dug through her yellow pack, grateful that both Inuyasha and Shippo were gone, seeing as her bending over would've most likely been an inappropriate sight for either of them to witness.As she rummaged through her piles of dirty clothes, she began to worry. She knew she should've taken the bag to the spring! Especially since Inuyasha had had a "sudden change of plans" and she could've washed her laundry last night! If she did it now, she'd be force to wear wet clothes...and she hated wet clothes!

With a sigh, she continued to dig hopefully through the bag until she hit a smooth plastic object.With a shocked expression, she pulled out a packaged bra, a hot pink spreading over her cheeks as she recognized the item.

It had been a nineteenth birthday gift from her girlfriends. A nasty sort of joke that had had Kagome stuck between embarrassment, murder, and intrigue for the entire night after unwrapping it. She had hidden the damn thing under her bed! How the hell had it gotten inside her bag?! She stared at the package as she continued to shift through the bag, pulling out the last clean items of her laundry.

The patented "Get On With It!" Bra, as seen on TV!

She knew that the moment she was safe at home that she would be embarking on a triple murder spree. She couldn't believe that she'd be subjected to this! With a rude growl, she ripped the packaging opening, trying to forget what it said.

Sick and tired of not getting enough "attention"? "Get On With It!" Bra is guaranteed to make any girl's natural "assets" perk up at their best! Slip this delight on and watch the fires begin to burn in eyes of your man! Guaranteed to bring on a happy girl and tips! Promoted by the Chica Bartenders of Japan, this bra is the best and only choice for acquiring that desired height and look which-

Kagome crumpled up the package between her two fists and stuffed the offensive wrapper into a jean pocket. With a distasteful huff, she made quick work of getting dressed behind a nearby bush. Only to fully discover why the "Get On With It!" Bra claimed its product added height and well...perkiness.

Kagome struggled with the damn scrap of black and red material, cursing at stretching the damn thing so it wrapped around her generous chest. Fully mature she had reached the D cup aisle of life, and it was proving to be a royal pain in the ass this day!

She managed to secure the strap, before pressing her breasts into the cups. She pushed and mashed her poor breasts until she realized that the most comfortable position was the most unnatural. The tightness and design of the bra forced it to sit higher on her back, causing her breasts to jut up and out of the cups, attaining a height nearly three inches higher than in her normal padded bras. She raised her chin up so that her eyes weren't blinded by the deep plunge of her cleavage.

"Godammit. They are so dead. Getting laid my ass...what a nightmare!"

She wiggled into her clean shirt, almost crying when she realized that it was white...and that the combination of height on her breasts caused the t-shirt's neckline to plunge over the breasts, stretching it much too tightly. That and the bra showed through!

"I look like a hussy!" Kagome bemoaned quietly as she yanked on her cut off jean shorts.

She managed to send up a prayer of thanks that she hadn't grabbed her Daisy Duke designer ones when she'd packed her bag.

With as much dignity as she could muster, the miko stomped out from behind the hedge, causing the monk and taijiya's eyes to pop from their sockets. The monk found his shirt quickly saturated by his own drool before he kissed the ground once more.

"Kagome! What are you wearing?!"

"My last clean bra! It's horrible!" She cried, stuffing her ruined clothes into the bag.

"It's...it's..." Sango's brown eyes stared on in horror, almost like she was witnessing a grisly murder, and she simply could not look away, "How can you wear it?"

Kagome threw her hands up in frustration, her breasts jiggling with the movement, "Hell! I don't know! This isn't natural! It was a gift from some girls I know, a horrible prank, which somehow made its way into my bag!"

"I've never seen a bra like this." Sango whispered, eyes moving with the jiggling anatomy.

"It's not meant to be worn for long , Sango."

Sango's cheeks tinged pink at the thought, glancing down at the twitching man beside her. She scooted carefully away, eyes wary as the monk's hand started to push at the dirt.

"Kagome," she whispered urgently, motioning with her hand for the girl to come closer. Kagome obeyed, unnerved by the demon slayer's behavior.

"What?" she whispered back, confused.

Sango's features burned a deeper red, "Do you think...that when you return to your time to get rid of it...that you could bring one for me?"

Kagome blinked at her close friend.

"WHAT?"

Miroku sprung up, his arms managing to wrap around the slayer, "My darling! You would make me the happiest man in the world-"

"Who said it was for your benefit?!" Sango shrieked cold-clocking the monk again. The monk collapsed onto the ground, a perverted grin on his face as he sunk into unconsciousness.

Kagome felt her eye beginning to twitch, "You're joking about this right?"

Sango stared at Kagome with her most serious expression, "No."

"I...I don't...why would you want one of these?" Kagome demanded pointing at her super perky duds.

"Cause taijiya have needs too." Sango replied simply.

"Oh my god." Kagome wheezed in disbelief.

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Finito de Part One

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