Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180703073519/@comment-33398500-20180708091929

Well, this wasn’t what I expected to run into...

Practically jumping back a foot at the sudden unfamiliar voice in my ear, I turned and caught a glimpse of what looked to be a lizard person, or lizardman to be more accurate. I’d learned a great deal about mamono in my time here: mostly in relation how to fight them, and how to beat them, and these were the sort that apparently got off on combat, which I found to be a rather repulsive concept. “So... are you gonna give up quietly, or am I gonna have to put you down the fun way?” she then asked with a smirk. With her positioning about a foot from me previously, it was clear she had let me have a chance intentionally, perhaps to get a fight out of it.

Looking at her flatly, I could swear I saw the tree behind her move, though this time, the rustling of leaves was audible: one of the few precursors to a mantis or kunoichi ambush, as they seemed to like to use wooded areas for cover. “I’ll take the third route. The one where I put you down, and where I help my division crush your intended ambush...” before drawing a whistle from my front pocket, which caused the lizardman to dive toward me, seeming scared enough that my prediction was correct. However, she hadn’t been fast enough to stop the shrill, piercing noise to reach the division through the fog.

Continuing, however, her dive had sent me sprawling back with her on top of me at the moment, my head ringing from the force of impact as I had swiftly brought it up from my downed position, the force from my head breaking her nose, and staggering her enough for me to get myself up, drawing a sidearm I kept on my person in case of ambush.

My call to the division, however, now had its intended effect, as loud shouting could be heard from the direction of the camp “How... about that...?” I started, glaring across at the oversized lizard, several figures approaching from behind me, but the clanking of their familiar boots was heartening, as it was the part of the battalion closest to the area where I had been attacked, shouts from nearby sounding like the entire division was mobilizing, rifle fire from behind me clearly conveying the message this was a larger ambush attempt, but that had been intended to attack an unprepared group in the fog.

However, as I now advanced on the lizardman, weapon intended to end her life as was my duty to the Order, a strange, diamond-shaped sword, thrown from one of the trees, knocked the weapon from my hand, very nearly taking a finger with it. “Your ambush is botched, I suggest you retreat and send someone less hormonal next time to try to kill me!” I spoke to the trees, as a black blur rushed out from the tree, pushing me back with their impact, kicking against my arm to bounce themselves back into the lizardman, before bounding back into the trees with her.

“Are you all right, sir?” one of the troopers who had come to assist me then asked as the rustling became more distant.

“Yes, for now.” I responded irritably, rubbing my hand and picking my sidearm back up. “...but they WILL be back... most likely this was an attempt to soften us up or test our defences. Now that it’s been botched, they will most likely try to hit us full force... Still... I don’t envy that lizardman trying to explain to her higher-ups why she let me get far enough away to warn the camp...”

Our division then spent the better part of two hours preparing for the next attack we knew would be coming, as the current atmosphere only reinforced. If there had been citizens still in this area, I had no doubt they’d have shuttered all of the buildings nearby.

“Let’s put on a show.” I then told them with a smile. Having been here so long, one of the few to have done so, I had eventually been placed in charge of our division. “...we may have to retreat later, but they’ll know what kind of enemy they fight here... get the men into formation...” I informed the sergeant, who then called the battalions of our forces into clear, regimented lines: a damn sight better than the disorganized mess several other divisions at the front of this war had devolved into. We had been here the longest, and we had never lost the fighting spirit that the order so hoped for in our people.

Standing before ranks and files of our forces, I knew there would be at least one enemy observer watching us as we formed up while the weather cleared from the morning’s fog. The shouts of instruction seemed to echo for miles in the plains we now occupied outside of the wooded area where we had made camp. It was a spectacle one normally only saw on the parade grounds in the capital, but I’d kept up unit discipline in a way that it could still be carried out. It had its intended effect on unit morale, as we felt more than ready for whatever the enemy might throw at us this time. Through my binoculars, I could see the glinting of a glass reflection in the trees: possibly even that kunoichi that had attacked me before, sending across a wave at them, the glint disappearing shortly after.

As I had been expecting, the enemy’s army had shown up through the trees on the right flank of the plain, while another had done so from the left. Do they mean to engulf us? Are we that outnumbered? As they were still far out of our range across the wide plains, they hadn’t yet done anything, though I was certain they were going to attack.

Across the field, I could see a single succubus, with an armed ogre on either side as well as a soldier beetle, I nodded slightly, moving with a small guard to the center of the field, where she then shook her head slightly “You should have just let her have you... that ambush would have save a great many lives, had it been successful...”

“Yes, well, I am neither anyone’s sex toy, nor am I their passive pet who would doom my men to such a pathetic fate as that...” I responded, ice conveyed in my tone that caused her to look as if I’d slapped her across the face.

“I am still willing to give you one chance to surrender... as the queen of this kingdom demands... refuse, and we shall be forced to undertake regrettable action...” she then issued a direct threat.

“Well, we were already forced to undertake regrettable action to liberate this kingdom from your corrupting influence, so that time has already passed...” I responded, unamused.

“Very well then... such a waste of such good, disciplined men...” the succubus commented sadly, before the two groups separated.

However, once I got back to the division, I returned to the men awaiting orders, and nodded “Well, they won’t surrender.” I commented, before turning back to the opposing forces.

At this point, though, the army didn’t advance toward us with the intent to fight, but rather, loud crashing could now be heard from behind them, more than a dozen dragons in their ancient forms now emerged from the veil of trees, the heaviest of all cavalry, the ground now advancing toward us, sandworms brought in from the deserts in the south now bursting from the ground as they began their attack.

“Open fire.” Was my only initial command as I drew my sidearm again.

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“What...? Where am I...?” The world was slowly coming back into focus as my mind returned to consciousness. I now found myself in a chair, in what looked to be some manner of office. However, as I tried to get up, I found my limbs were tightly bound to the chair at every point. “...oh... wonderful.”

As I sat there, a vague memory came back: as I’d ordered the division to retreat and rejoin our army further north, I myself had been scooped up by a diving wyvern dragoon, and lost consciousness being carried over the battlefield.

“Oh, you’re awake.” An entering woman had commented dryly. She looked as if a maid, yet with bird feathers of some sort “I shall inform the mistress...” before turning on her heel and stepping out of the room, looking as if she’d have rather eaten her broom than be in the same room with me awake.

As she left, I now took a look outside the window of the office, finally taking notice of the muffled moans outside. At this, I spotted numerous mamono, of whatever kind, such as the ones that had assailed our division, now also assailing our division in a different way, a literal orgy taking place outside the building I was in with our captured men.

“Ah, so you’re awake.” The cold voice of that succubus from earlier spoke from behind me. “...are you enjoying the view...?”

Turning my head away from the spectacle unfolding outside, I shook my head “I don’t know why you positioned me with a direct view of my men being assaulted by your cohorts, but it is a disgusting sight...” I then stated bitterly.

“You have NO romance or loneliness in your soul...?” She then asked, not amused at all by my response. “You cannot lie to me... it shows in your face...”

Struggling idly against the bonds holding me to the chair, I found myself asking “Why did you bring me here of all places? If I had captured you, you’d be...”

“Executed?” she then attempted to finish for me.

“...on your way to a prisoner-of-war camp to await your fate.” I stated, annoyed.

“I’m sure that’s what they told you... a good little lapdog for your masters in the order... and yet you claimed you were no one’s passive pet...” the succubus then challenged me. “...not the worst possible fate you could have ‘doomed’ your men to, I think...” she then commented, gesturing toward the window. “...there is a reason we left this visible...” she then continued “...I know there is a human being in there somewhere, under the dogma, the forced discipline, the hatred you’ve developed for our kind over the months of war, and likely before that... there is some spark of loneliness and longing somewhere in your heart... and I’ll leave this for you to see... all of your men besides yourself being welcomed into our midst when they realize what kind of country this truly is... and what we are... you will understand at some point...” she finished, before standing, and stepping toward the door “...such a waste... you’re not bad-looking yourself... once we fix your heart, you might even find some level of happiness...”

...and so it went, the next several weeks passing in a seemingly ceaseless display of debauchery outside my window, the faces always changing as it seemed to be where our captured soldiers would meet the mamono from their army and possibly from the local area, and eventually find a mate out of them. I wasn’t sure why they thought this kind of vulgar display would ignite something in me... all it did was repulse me at what our own men were capable of once they were captured. Was something like this why we couldn’t find people trying to leave? Were they prisoners of the mamono’s bodies? But then what about the women? Surely they wouldn’t monsterize ALL of them... the population would wither out in a single generation... why would they put up with that...?

Sometime after the first couple of weeks, I caught myself starting to wonder if it would feel good to involve myself with them. If my arms weren’t restrained, I’d have slapped myself for thinking such a thing. Then again, if I’d asked about that, they’d have probably made some manner of masturbation joke, as if I’d want to do such at the sight of my men being assaulted...

The succubus leader, who had been coming in every so often, attempting to poison my brain with the idea of surrender to my captors, though she told me I was the most universally-hated person in the local region due to the fact we had done rather better than the other divisions during the invasion and thus ‘driven people from their land’. She practically continuously attempted to make me admit guilt to some manner of crime, as if it was a crime to drive people from their land in order to liberate it... but that didn’t make sense... did it?

She would even use local people as props to get them to tell me exactly what ‘they’ thought of our efforts to rid them of their particular menace, arguing ‘they’d had a generation of peace before our ‘liberation’ attempt’, as if anyone could live in peace as their population inevitably dwindles to nothing in the name of ‘love’ and ‘connection’. I wasn’t fooled.

Today, however, as she stepped in, she promptly released my wrists from their bindings. So far, I was only ever released in order to use the washroom and to clean myself up, supervised by the kikimora who really didn’t like me, especially considering my attempts to escape the first week. However, she now brought me not to the bathroom, but to a bedroom a couple doors from where I had been getting her ‘treatment’.

“Oh? Going to try the ‘disgusting order thug’ for yourself?” I asked bitterly.

“No.” She responded bluntly. “...if you asked anyone who lived here, they’d say no... but, in order to aid in your recovery, you need to not only admit your loneliness, but to sate it, to know what it is to not be alone, and to have some kind of companionship...” she commented, as I stepped into the room, I was then pushed along, before some sort of fluffy pink wererabbit came into the room behind her, advancing toward me around her, face flushed and clearly intending to do what I’d been dreading.

“I can’t believe this (hasn’t happened sooner)...” I then expressed, backing away. I had no manner of armament to fight her, and my fears of being poisoned by the increasingly hostile kikimora had meant I never ate much, so my strength was sorely lacking at the moment.

“Don’t worry, darling, Liz is here to help you~ They told me you’ve been lonely for years... but not anymore~” she giggled cheerfully, her attitude repulsive to me considering what’s happened.

“No, I don’t want to (hold back from taking you).” I expressed simply, attempting to keep my words simple enough for the strange mamono to understand, even if I couldn’t resist her were she to force it on me.

“You don’t have to hold back, silly~” she giggled, pushing me over onto the bed before cramming some kind of candy in my mouth “That should help you feel reeeeeally good~”

“I can’t (wait to have sex)...” I then attempted again, though every word only seemed to encourage the oncoming mass of pent-up lust, that had already begun stripping my ragged, damaged uniform.

“He’s a bit drained, Liz...” the succubus then explained “He hasn’t been eating, but he’d love for you to take the lead~” she then suggested, showing she at least understood whatever sort of mamono this was. I’d never met one yet that hadn’t been meant for battle except for the maid that I was fairly certain wanted to kill me anyway.

“Of course, sweetie! Pretending to not want to must take alot out of you! You don’t have to do that any more~” she then cooed, descending now to finally get herself started, whatever she had force-fed me easily getting me to what she wanted me to be.

“Now keep going until she’s fully satisfied.” The succubus commented with a giggle, not letting me know the crucial bit of her current scheme, with the mamono she brought from far away.

March Hares were NEVER truly satisfied.