Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37315504-20181213182820/@comment-28718853-20190111213302

I can only stare in both shock and amazement at my brown furry paws. A look along my lower torso and legs reveal that they had become furry as well. My hand moves up to my head and I feel a large pair of fluffy ears. Not docked like a Cu Sith's, but hanging down like a Kobold's. Wait...that rock turned me into a Kobold!

My curious nature receives my curses and I pace back and forth trying to figure out what to do next. Can't show up at work tomorrow like this. It'll just be the most humiliating thing ever.

"Oh you poor little Kobold.  Are you lost?" asks a sweet female voice.

I turn and see a pair of Werewolves looking at me. Somehow I completely forgot about them.

"Nope, I was just heading home," I say, but I slap a paw over my mouth when I realize that my male voice just came out.

The two Werewolves narrow their eyes at me, then one of them brightens up and points a claw at me announcing, "Look sister look!  It's got junk down there!  He's a male mamono!"

"What!?  No I don't!" I counter as I glance down and...yup, there it is.

Now with fright I back away with my paws raised and say, "Ladies ladies, I get that this is exciting and all, but can I go home please?  It's really late!"

"No way!" yells one of them.

"I want to be the first to taste a male monster!" says the other.

There is a low, menacing growl that causes all three of us to freeze.

"Is that your mother?" I whisper to the canines.

"Our mother doesn't sound like that," one of the Werewolves responds softly.

A pair of embers in the darkness make my blood run cold. Perfect. Just what I needed.

"I heard that there was a male mamono around here.  Where is he?" the fear inducing voice of the Hellhound asks. I can see her flames shift in my direction. She clearly knows where I am.

"Why do you want to know?" one of the Werewolves asks as she turns to face the new challenger.

"Yeah!  Find your own man fireball!" the other Werewolf yells as she snarls and extends her claws in the direction of the Hellhound who still remains shrouded in the dark.

The dark beast of Hell lets out a nerve-wracking chuckle and her heavy footsteps bring her out into the moonlight. Much taller than the two Werewolves with a strong figure that could rival a Minotaur. "You two are way in over your heads," she tells them as her head turns in my direction.

Her tongue rubs along the upper part of her lip and at that point I realize that I need to escape.

"He's ours!  We found him first!" one of the Werewolves shouts at the Hellhound.

"But did you rape him yet?  I don't think so," the Hellhound replies as she turns back to the two Werewolves before her.

The two Werewolves could put up a fight against the Hellhound, but not for long. I doubt that I'll even have enough time to escape, but I have to try.

I find my bag lying next to my foot and snatch it up. At that point I take off down the road.

A voice inside me is repeatedly crying out, "Shit! Shit!  Shit!"

The trail in front of me shakes from side to side as I run. I can't tell how close I am to my home and all I want to do right now is crawl into my bed and sleep this horrible night away. No attempt is made to peek behind me because I don't want to scare myself anymore than I already am.

Unfortunately, I would never make it home because I could hear footsteps thundering up my rear. In a split second the Hellhound's black furry arm wraps around my waist and hoists me up off the ground.

I struggle to break free, but it's no use.

The Hellhound's warm breath brushes against my shoulder as she whispers in my ear, "Got you you little scamp."

Her tongue moistens the side of my face and I can only whimper, "Please don't hurt me."

"The first male mamono to exist belongs to me. And he's a Kobold too," the Hellhound observes.

"C-can I go home please?" I plead, trembling in her grip.

"Oh don't worry. We'll go home soon," the Hellhound replies as she sets me back down onto the ground, but doesn't release me.

"But first, I'll need to test your obedience," she says as she takes her arm off of me.

The opportunity is there to run, but I don't take it. She'll just capture me again.

"Look directly at me you little puppy," she orders.

I turn to face her well-stocked body.

"Very good. Now kneel," the Hellhound commands.

I nod and lower onto my knees, gazing up at the Hellhound's domineering presence.

"Good boy. Now give me your name," says the Hellhound.

"Webley," I respond.

"Webley who?" the Hellhound asks as her flames brighten at my slight resistance.

"Webley Hutchins," I respond fully.

"Good. Nelly," says the Hellhound.

Nelly walks up to me and kneels slightly. She places a claw under my chin and says, "Webley, I am the one in charge. I am the one who loves you the most.  I will always take care of you and protect you.  Are we clear?"

"Y-yes Master," I utter as I stare down realizing what I had just called Nelly.

Nelly chuckles and says, "Nelly is fine. No need to call me Master."

I nod and say, "O-of course Nelly."

"Good. Now stand Webley, and take me to your home," Nelly commands as she gestures with a claw for me to obey.

I rise to my feet and Nelly gently pats me on the head with a smile that is softer than her devilish one from earlier.

"F-f-follow me Nelly," I say as I start off toward my home with Nelly following.

As we walk I feel her whisper in my ear, "When we get home, you are going to experience the true power of a Hellhound."

My skin begins to sweat, but I tell her, "I understand Nelly."

Why do I keep saying these things? Could it be the Kobold's submissive nature that's making me do this. Either way, now I'm going to get treated to a good old-fashioned Hellhound rape when we get back to my place.

Speaking of which...

"Nelly, may I inquire something of you?" I ask with a small glance.

"What is it Webley?" she replies.

"Why didn't you rape me in the middle of this forest?" I ask.

Nelly closes her eyes and smirks.

"Too filthy. I'd rather ravage my new mamono husband in a place that's more pristine," she answers.

"Uhh...well my home isn't exactly what one would call 'pristine'," I tell her.

"Better than out here in the wild," she says with a matter-of-fact tone.

Well, at least my new wife has class.