A Greek Goddess and her Prince Charming

Sequel drabble in case of an alternative ending, when Syaoran and Sakura's efforts would not have led to the writer to reappear and the feather being taken back, resulting in the group remaining stuck the way they are.

Cramp

Syaoran frowned, folding his arms over his belly. Something was cramping. Don't tell he was getting a constipation from this mess.

They had been stuck in their 'Fairytale forms' – as Fai liked to call it – for almost a week now, trying to figure out a way to turn back to their normal genders and get that feather back. It had been majorly awkward for them to figure out how their new bodies worked – Kurogane seemed to have never laughed as much since they met each other – and all three of them had been having trouble with the new set of hormones they weren't used to.

Syaoran and Fai had finally managed to stop snapping at each other for every tiny mishap, although it took a serious fight including slapping and scratching to make them realise their own behaviour was really rather off.

Sakura on the other hand seemed to have all the puberty problems of getting erections at the most inappropriate moments – such as during that fight – not managing to keep that under control yet even though her body was more like mid-twenties than mid-teens.

Currently, as Syaoran was bending over and trying to keep his breasts from swinging around in that motion, Kurogane was teaching Sakura how to shave. Fai was in his underwear shamelessly, pink dress haphazardly on the ground while he laced his own corset. Syaoran knew Fai would be whining for assistance in a moment, as he wasn't able to lace his corset tight enough to fit in his dress, but he would try again every morning.

Syaoran was mildly thankful for the simple dress he'd gotten, although he could have done without the wings and some underwear would've been appreciated as well. At least the weight of his giant bosom balanced out the weight of the wings.

"Syaoran?" Fai was looking at him questioningly, hands still on the lacing of the corset, "are you alright? You look kind of pale."

Syaoran smiled awkwardly, "no, I'm fine. My stomach is cramping, that's all." He scowled, pressing his arms into his belly a little firmer. This did hurt a bit too much. Maybe he should find a secluded corner of the forest and...

"Syaoran, you're bleeding," Fai suddenly cried out, causing Sakura to turn around in a swift motion, cutting her face in the process. She didn't even notice the cut in her worry for Syaoran and she hurried over.

He did not have to peer over his chest to see, because he could already feel the warm fluid run down his thighs. He whimpered slightly when he felt it bubbling out between that damned place he shouldn't be having.

"My belly hurts," he whimpered softly, sinking to his knees.

When Sakura kneeled next to him, she was – to his surprise – smiling warmly. "Don't worry Syaoran, it will only last for a few days."

"What is it?"

"Be happy kid," Kurogane huffed, "it means the princess didn't get you pregnant."

"Wait, is this my period?" he asked wide-eyed, "is it supposed to hurt this much?"

"It differs between women," Sakura gently pat his head, playing with his long chestnut hair absent-mindedly.

"This time it ended well," Fai said seriously, starting to wrestle into his blue dress, "but I still think the two of you should be using a condom next time. God knows what will happen if Syaoran gets pregnant."

All Syaoran could do was glare at the mage, and wait for the dress to turn pink again.