Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20181211113244/@comment-36855838-20181223090052

"Just-"

I look around at the others, my co-commanders, or what have you.

"Just surround the city."

"With fortresses?"

Why is everything fortresses with this sheep?

"NO Angelica, just spaceships, with couples in them."

Everybody looks at me like I've grown two extra heads, I should know, my mom's a damn spotted hellhound.

"DE is ambient, it's magic you can make it do whatever, why have we never used this strategy before?"

Everybody adopts the 'I was too proud to do the safe thing' look, and it just pisses me off more.

"How many thousands have died under our command, that could have been kept alive if we hadn't charged in like idiots? I trusted this council's judgement, so tell me why."

Jessica, a minotaur, speaks up.

"Generic ambient conversion tends towards the creation of plain succubi."

"And?"

Victoria responds in a condescending tone.

"I keep no secrets, Daniel, I am the pinnacle of succubi, and even I am no match for those brutes, and a proper incubus is a fucker, not a fighter."

I run a comb through my long white hair.

"Fair enough, speaking of which, should we all. . .?"

Bethany, the wyvern, grins.

"Yes, let's take a break and see our spouses, have some lunch in the cafeteria, maybe get group massages? Let off some steam."

I stand up, along with the others, ready to go.

SMACK

She slams her clawed foot into tge mahogany conference table, her claws scratch at the wood in agitation.

"NOT!"

"You idiots! Sit back down and figure this shit out!

We all sheepishly return to our chairs, our minds drifting to our loved ones, my own focused on my dear Margaret, her white fur, her gentle touch. ..

My uniform is tight, as is my throat.

And the clawed foot around my neck.

"B-bethany?!"

Everyone's on their feet, scrambling to get her off me, fear in their eyes.

But her foot just gets tighter, and she growls down at me.

"Weak, too weak to make the hard choices! But you're plenty hard for your one-horned wife, huh?! Not focused, like us! I'm gonna, I'm GONNA!"

"You're gonna what?!"

Margaret, you ca-

---

Darkness.

Darkness. ..

Light, far too bright, and gentle hands, along with the soothing cold of healing magic.

A heavy weight on top of me, and a pair of horns, which surround my head.

And-

---

Awake, awake, and cold.

I'm in our bedroom, a massive mattress recessed into the center of a much larger room, with a comfy couch nearly surrounding it.

Margaret sits beside me, and atop me is. ..

Holy shit.

Jessica?!

She's fast asleep, I look to Margaret for an explanation.

She points to the mattress beneath me, stained with blood, and a massive pile of rope nearby.

Makes sense, she was the only unmarried general on the council.

I cast a worried, uncertain look at Margaret.

She simply gestures at a deep cleft in her horn, and the new black roots of her fur.

Her breasts seem larger, too, her 'hips' wider.

I realize then, that Jess' is laid across me, with my lower body sticking out.

Margaret moves back between-

---

Long story short, my strategy was turned down, but another was approved.

They never saw our elite team coming.

Operation 'purple cat' was a success.

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I later found out that Bethany was suffering from severe overworking, and her husband had been under similar stresses.

He was not okay, at all.

Her drive to succeed was forced on him, he was an almost. . .obsessive lover.

They couldn't get him to stop 'doting' and fondling for weeks, but he eventually recovered, with him as a base, they managed to get her back into tip-top shape in two years.

Well, not tip-top, but certainly far better.

She sent bouquets often, and the two occasionally came to dinner.

I'm glad she went ballistic on me, at least I had a healer.

She brought soup the other day, a real delight, beef and carrots and peas.

All is good.

For now.