Our Fifty Moments
Part Six: Black
Holes in my Stockings
The ever-clumsy Chosen of Mana has torn her black stockings to shreds while Lloyd gets a little more than he bargained for.
Colette let out a loud screech as she lost her footing. Sliding down the side of a steep hill that was around ten feet tall, she tried to stop herself; however, her efforts only resulted in her face being dragged through the dirt before she finally came to rest at the bottom - right in the middle of a thick thorny brier plants.
"Colette!" called Lloyd as he carefully made his way down the hill. Normally, he wouldn't be too worried about Colette tripping. When it involved a bed of sharp thorns, though, it was a different story.
He parted the plants with his gloved hands to discover that, aside from some cuts on her hands, legs, and face, she seemed to be just fine. "Man... you really scared me there for a moment!"
Colette whimpered. "I-I'm fine," she said, trying to stand up. She stopped when she suddenly felt more thorns scratching her. "Ow!"
"Hold still!" said Lloyd. "Just stay right there. I'll get you out." He drew a sword and carefully cut away the plants that entangled her legs before grabbing her by the hand and pulling her up. "There you go. You're lucky you didn't land in poison ivy or something!" he said with a grin.
The girl giggled. "Yeah, I guess so!" She then looked down at her legs. Instantly, her smile turned into an expression of shock and distress. "Oh, no! My stockings...!"
Indeed, the poor Chosen's black tights had been torn to shreds by the briers. Lloyd took a glance before reassuring her. "Hey, don't worry. We're almost to Asgard - we'll get you a new pair there."
"I know," sighed Colette, "but I can't walk into town with holes all over them!" She then removed her boots before reaching under her dress to remove the stockings.
Like any warm-blooded male, Lloyd couldn't help but blush a little at the sight. He'd forgotten the last time he actually saw Colette's legs.
She stepped back into her boots and bundled up the torn panty hose. "It's a little embarrassing," she admitted, "but at least I'm not wearing torn up stockings anymore."
"Y-yeah," stammered the swordsman. He sheathed his blade and pointed to the horizon, where the faint image of windmills could be seen. "See? Asgard's just a little further that way! Let's get going before we get hungry for dinner."
Colette nodded as they went on their way. Not five minutes later did Colette trip on a rock, landing face first in the grass.
That was when Lloyd saw it.
Oh, Goddess, he thought as tried to cover his brilliantly red face, her panties are black, too...!