Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180102005056/@comment-33398500-20180102204937

“''Oh, come on... how did this happen...?” ''

When my friend, first told me about landing himself a mamono girlfriend, a wurm, no less, I always figured there was going to be some form of nonsense happening at some point. I just didn’t expect it would happen TODAY.

‘Hide my husband for me, my sister came over and she’s trying to claim him...’

Seriously?! And now they were going to bring a raging wurm to my doorstep!? Greaaat...

“Oh, come on... you’ve gotta be kidding me...” I couldn’t help but start. Taking a look at the two who were still seeming to plead with me, I groaned “Well, go on, hurry up and get down there! She’ll already be tracking your scent here regardless of what I say! So get going! Just don’t make a mess down there, all right?” pointing them to the bunker door which was in the closet off from my living room (I kept it close in order to be ready).

However, I knew a distraction would be necessary to keep the wurm that would be showing up from destroying my house in a tantrum over not getting her target hubby, so I remained in my living room, going back to watching TV to make like nothing was out of the ordinary while waiting for my impending ‘houseguest’.

I didn’t have to wait long.

After a few minutes of trying to relax myself, my door came clean off its hinges as the large and, quite frankly intimidating, figure of a raging wurm broke her way into my house “Where is hubby!?” she asked in a demanding tone, though strangely, it sounded as if she was exaggerating the tone purposefully.

“Ummm... might I ask what brings you to my house and through my door?” I find myself asking her, as I try to figure out a way to talk to the menacing mamono without her flying off the handle.

I had to admit, the wurm’s sister was a lovely enough girl: not that she herself wasn’t, but I didn’t make a habit of thinking about my friend’s wife. Her long hair, initially the same bright green as her sister’s, was streaked with lines of dark green as well, seeming to want to stand out. Her figure, aside from her snaking, dragon form beneath, was downright enthralling, from her chest that she could probably lose things between, to her rather narrow profile otherwise, which, along with that adorably huffy expression currently on her face, made me wonder why she was trying to snake her sister’s husband, surely she’d have no trouble getting her own.

Although, as I saw her shifting around impatiently, looking as if she was trying to find something in my living room, perhaps some clue as to her target’s location, her coiling form rhythmically shifting about was intriguing in its own way, I could not explain why, but part of me wondered how someone actually went about interacting with a wurm.

However, my expression changed from forced nonchalant to surprised when this wurm now focused in on me, smiling slightly as she said “Hubby is here...” now advancing as I waited for something like ‘...and you’re gonna tell me where...’ which never came, as she made no move toward the closet, where her smelling had first drawn her, but instead, was now mere inches away from me, towering over me at the moment, as she had at least three feet of lower body between her and the floor, her head almost scraping my ceiling.

“Oh? You think so? Well, I haven’t really heard from him all day... I mean, he never came here! Umm... oh, crap...” I started stammering, folding almost immediately in my initial story I was going to tell her. “H-he’s not here...”

“Yep. Yes he is... just as promised...” the wurm then responded to this, taking me a moment to realize it wasn’t some daydreaming about my friend that was giving her that downright lewd expression, but about her apparent hubby being so close to her right now.

However, I had no time to respond to this, as by the time I realized her affection at the moment was directed toward ME, she had already started wrapping her lower body around me, pushing me down onto my couch, seeming intent upon claiming me right now, and, just as with my attempt to tell her a story, I caved immediately to her pressure, not really having a reason NOT to.

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<p class="MsoNormal">''As my mating with my apparent new wurm wife got started, I did not know at the time, but my friend and his wife had snuck back upstairs to see what happened. “Hey, it worked...” he told her.''

<p class="MsoNormal">''“I told you it would... he was just as lonely as she was...” she replied with a smile, before grabbing him by the wrist. “Let’s go...” she then instructed, the moans permeating the air now triggering her own body’s longing. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''“Home?” he found himself asking his blushing wurm wife. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''“Nope, takes too long... now...” she told him, before dragging him back down to the bunker so she could have her own fun.''

<p class="MsoNormal">It seemed they would be making a mess of my bunker either way...