Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26948680-20180303225415/@comment-33398500-20180304003425

Well, I guess it’s time to take care of business...

As I looked over the poster of the two people I just met, I’d known there was something fishy about the entire idea, especially considering the state all those centaurs looked to be in. Though it didn’t really make any sense to me... if the centaurs didn’t like it, why not just topple the prick and move along? They were more than capable physically of the task.

I had a feeling the voice that kept calling for help in my brain had something to do with it, and it was coming from the coach that the other two: the ones with the bounty on them, wouldn’t seem to go near. Creeping over quietly to the coach, I followed my gut and smudged another of the markings, a dim glow sparking a moment, before falling silent “Is someone there...?” I thought to myself, wondering if whoever was calling to me could actually hear me if I broadcasted.

“''Y-yes! I can hear you! Thank the maker...” ''a female voice spoke in my mind. “You must get this coach open before they realize you’re there!” quietly starting to make my way to the locked door of the coach, I looked over the forged steel lock, starting to attempt to pick the lock, before one of the centaurs looked downright panicked, beginning to throw a fit when she realized what was going on.

“Master! Master! A thief is about!” the centaur called in a panic, the others looking terrified, but conflicted about whether to report me or not.

“What the-!?” the man’s voice then started from the other carriage. “The girl!” he then called aloud, starting to rush from the cart just as I finally undid the lock.

“No! DO NOT OPEN THAT DOOR!” the man then started, looking as terrified of that iron coach as the centaurs were of him.

At this point, I opened the door and looked in to see: a girl? No... it was a mamono of some kind, who darted out of the coach immediately and tackled down the man, her eyes looking murderous as I rushed over to her, “Lock me in there!? Make me enthral these people?! I’ll show you...! Just how it- huh?” she shouted, before looking over her shoulder to see my hand on her, attempting to calm her out of her murderous rage. However, she shoved me back roughly before setting tentacles to the man’s head, whatever she was doing, his eyes rolled back until they only showed white, before she stopped, his eyes returning to normal position before she stood up, finally recognizing what she was: a mindflayer.

“I-I’m sorry...” she stammered, as the sullen-looking woman now came out, attempting to rush to her husband’s side before the mindflayer set her tentacle to her head, causing her to flop over at his side. “I... I have to fix it though...”

“You might want to explain what’s going on here, miss... umm...” I started.

“Ky’rie...” she then told me “Kyrie if you have trouble with that...”, before sliding over toward the centaurs, setting her tentacles to one of them at a time “...I taught them to fear him... he made me...” she admitted ashamedly, looking saddened at the thought of what she had to do. “I don’t know how, but he found a way to contain my powers, and held me as a ‘business asset’ to condition his slaves...” she then continued. Then, with all the centaurs unconscious, she made her way back over to me “Even his wife...” she spat bitterly.

However, now making her way over to me, she beamed down at me, “But now... I’m free~ It’s a feeling I haven’t known in... well... not for a long time...”

As I realized what she might be wanting, I started to move back toward my party, who had finally gotten wind of what was going on. “Wow, she took out the whole lot of them...” our party leader then started, before matching the two to the poster and chaining the two up so we could turn them in later.

“W-what did you do...?” one of the party started, before realizing she was a mindflayer “She brain-wiped them!” moving to stand between her and the party.

“Well... while I really want to thank your friend who saved me, I could let you know how I feel, if you’d like~” she giggled lewdly, evidently ready to vent her pent-up longing with any of them.

Standing up, I went back over to the centaurs, looking them over: they were malnourished from the look of them... and if she had conditioned them, they were clearly in need of some kind of help. “Can they be returned to normal?” I asked her hopefully, as she then nodded “It would be slow, and it would be a long process, but they could be... but please... me first...”

“You saved her, buddy, you should let her thank you...” the party leader commented, as he had been one who’d been trying to get me to have some fun with any mamono we met.

“B-but...” I stammered “Wouldn’t you wipe my mind if we did that...?” I asked her uncertainly as she took me by the hand, guiding me toward the woods nearby.

“I don’t have to... it’s kind of boring, though...” she admitted “It won’t feel as good, but you seem really concerned about the other girls...” before pushing me against a tree “But we can worry about that in the morning~” as her tentacles started to bind me to her.

The next morning, as I got up, Ky’rie slowly waking up as I started moving under her “Morning~” she cooed quietly, before the two of us returned to the party, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as a general cheer came from the party as we came back.

“You two have fun?” one of the guys asked. “You don’t have to answer, she made quite a racket, heh...”

At this point, we ended up turning the slaver and his wife in, who were still rather dazed by Ky’rie’s mind-wiping, receiving the hefty sum for the bounty and dividing it amongst the party (though I had to admit, was rather annoyed that I did all the work, yet only got a portion of the prize), Ky’rie included in the share, as she needed to start a new life.

However, I had more than adequate compensation, though the result had me leaving the party: I was allowed to keep all the loot that they’d had in the expensive coach (though my party kept the coach itself, the centaurs despising the thing), and took custody of the mentally-scarred centaurs to help them recover from their incident.

Buying a rather large property out in what was basically the middle of nowhere, we began a rather large farm: the centaurs helping me work the fields, and I helped them recovery from their slave conditioning, Ky’rie leaving after she did all she could to normalize their mental state... The centaurs proved to be very dedicated, hard workers, and the farm proved to be very productive because of this.

However, Ky’rie had neglected to tell me about her last gift to me, which she had put into the minds of the centaurs, not finding out until they decided to surprise me as a group, placing me at the center of a centaur harem...

Hadn’t been expecting this when I went to unlock that coach...