Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20180926033722/@comment-28718853-20181031012446

I step back from the window as several mamono scour the streets in search of a man to claim as their own. The news report behind me continues to have President Perreault ramble on about how the new law would be beneficial for our society. Just another push to get us disinterested to accept forced marriages. My cold, unfeeling gaze shifts to my son Cecil who is wearing an understandably worried expression. Single men like us will be prime targets, and I have no intention of going down without a fight nor do I have the intention of allowing Cecil to find himself in a nonconsensual relationship.

"Dad?" Cecil mutters, "What are we going to do?"

"Cecil, if you wish to have a wife of your own at this moment, then I will not stop you," I reply.

"Dad, I don't feel ready to commit right now," says my son. I knew he would say that. Neither am I, especially after how treacherous my previous marriage was.

I turn to the TV which is now showing happy human and mamono couples proclaiming how great their lives will be in the upcoming years thanks to the new law. My son finds me staring at him and hears me say, "Cecil, listen to me carefully."

He nods, and I speak, "I want you to take the truck and flee up to Canada.  You have your passport right?"

"Yeah Dad, it's up in my room.  What are you going to...shit don't tell me..." he responds as he assumes what my plan is. I shrug off his slip up and say, "Yes, I will try to keep the majority of mamono focused on this house while you escape this madness.  Many of the stronger mamono would love to take down a fighter like me."

"Dad, we can escape together!" Cecil exclaims, but I respond with, "No we won't."

Cecil steps toward me flailing his arm around and says, "Dad, don't do this!  You've already been in the pen once!"

"Yes, and I'm willing to go a second time.  I don't care about the consequences that I will suffer when I fall, but I care about you," I reply. I point to the door leading to the garage and say, "Now get out of here.  Things are about to get loud."

Cecil narrows his eyes at me and says, "Dad, this is crazy!  You're not a criminal anymore!"

"I'm still a criminal as long as I have those up there," I say as I gesture toward the staircase leading up to my room. "Still Dad, it's crazy!  It won't be enough to take em all down!" Cecil snaps.

"That is why you must leave as soon as you can Cecil.  Mamono are very ferocious when they're horny," I tell him.

Cecil is silent. He appears to understand that I won't be moving from the house. My son heads upstairs and soon comes back down with the keys in hand. He stops beside me and whispers, "Just so you know Dad, this is still batshit insane!"

He pushes through the door to the garage and soon hear it shudder as it rolls open. It is just a moment before I hear it close again and see my silver SUV driving down the street. I can only hope that he gets away. If he instead chooses to get himself a wife, then I won't protest.

It wouldn't be long before mamono started trying to bash down my door, so I pushed tables against the front door and the back door as well as moved several other pieces of furniture in front of any window that is on the main floor of the house. No raids have started...yet.

I move upstairs and into my room. There I pull a large orange duffle bag out from under the bed and unzip it, revealing a pair of illegally acquired Uzis along with several magazines and a ton of ammunition crafted from Demon Realm Silver. Thanks to legislation passed by the mostly mamono government ammo produced in the country is only permitted to be made out of DRS. Nonlethal, but can send immense waves of pleasure through the victim. It doesn't bother me. I'm not a killer, and I never intended to kill anyone anyways. If anything I'll just end up with a slap on the wrist. A lighter crime compared to my previous one.

The drawer that once held condoms sits close by. The contraband that made me spend two years in the penitentiary. That time that allowed my wife to commit her disgusting cheating with those other men. In a fit of rage I kick the front of my bed.

I head over to my closet and shift aside some clothes. A bronze handle sits behind it and I pull it up. Within the secret chamber is a PKP Pecheneg, also illegally owned. It shoots larger rounds than my two Uzis, but they're still made out of DRS.

With my weapons of choice out I assemble my armor: a paintball helmet, a carefully tailored bodysuit laced with steel, shoulder and elbow pads that I wore whenever I went out to play hockey with friends, two sweaters, light body armor, cargo pants, skintight gloves, and finally a pair of steel toed boots. I am ready to meet the lustful horde.

I return to the main floor and snap my head to the sound of glass shattering and something being knocked aside. A green fist retracts from a broken window, replaced by the face of a determined Ogre whose expression changes to one of shock followed by an, "Oh shit!"

She ducks away just as the DRS bullets zip through. I keep my machinegun trained on the window and wait for her to risk another peek, but instead there is pounding on the front door. A short burst sprays forth from the barrel and tears through both the table and the door. I soon hear a pleasured moan followed by a thump.

Another window shatters from the kitchen. I race to it and find a brick in the sink followed by a Werecat struggling to climb through. She notices me raise the gun in her direction and she jumps away with a terrified, "Fuck me!"

More pounding at the door. I can't see who is out there because of the furniture I set up that are blocking the windows, but nevertheless I unload another spray into the front barricade. There is a cacophony of lustful moans and I hear one of them yell, "So warm!"

I catch sight of a Black Harpy fly through window that the Ogre broke from earlier and open fire. She slumps to the floor with her face flushed and drool oozing out of her mouth.

"Ha, look at you losers down there!  Pathetic!" comes a laughing voice from outside. A crimson figure rushes by the broken window and I barely spot her spiny tail. Manticore.

A window is smashed upstairs and I turn my gun in its direction just as the feline invader appears at the top of the stairs. "Those Goblins and that Ogre may have fallen easily, but I won't!" she boasts, only to receive a steaming load of warm pleasure from the barrel of my gun. She collapses to the floor and I mutter, "Never waste your time bragging."

I use a brief respite to take the Black Harpy and Manticore and dump them through the lower window. It'll be a while before they recover as will the others.

My head snaps to the earsplitting sound of the garage door being torn open. Why she didn't go through one of the windows is beyond me. The door to the garage is sent flying off of its hinges and a Minotaur steps through. She eyes me with a frosty glare and charges. I raise my gun toward her, but she is on me before I can fire and manages to grab it. In a simple show of strength she breaks my gun in half.

As the front part of what was once my main weapon clatters to the floor the Minotaur punches me square in the head. The force of the impact breaks off a portion of my helmet, knocks me into the wall behind me, and the remainder of my machinegun falls free. I'm in a daze as I struggle to collect my bearings. "It's over now!" she shouts.

I drop to the floor and avoid another charge from her. My Uzis come out and I unload both magazines into her back. By the time my two secondaries are dry she is on the ground unconscious from the pleasure. The magazines are replaced and I get to my feet. My weapons' sights dart from room to room, watchful for my next target.

A surprise overtakes me as something soft and fuzzy grabs my torso from behind. I want to flip my guns to my six and shoot, but there is a warm relaxing feeling that is slowly melting that temptation away. The intense rage that is inside me is fading, replaced by a building peacefulness. A glance down reveals two large white paws wrapped around my body. I heard that a Yeti's hug was amazing, but this felt like I had reached a whole new level of nirvana.

"Hold him there," instructs a voice. Something slimy enters my exposed ear, but I don't struggle. This feeling is too pleasurable to even attempt such a thing.

"Ohhh...so much pain in him.  Such scorn.  His previous wife betrayed him," she concludes. A part of my mind is screaming for me to break free. It cries out that this Mindflayer had no right to intrude on the privacy that is my mind. However, the comfy luxury provided by the Yeti's hug prevents me from budging. My two remaining means of defense fall from my hands as a phrase repeats itself in my head, "Surrender yourself to my friend and me.  Our intention was to love you.  Not harm you."

Yes. These mamono never intended to harm us, only love us. How could that be so difficult to understand for many of us? A sense a feeling of guilt for even firing on them in the first place.

Both mamono walk me over to the sofa and sit me down. There they proceed to undress and we soon...connect.

The next day the four of us are watching the television. I say four because during our ring of lovemaking sessions the Minotaur recovered and insisted that because I shot her she was entitled to some revenge sex. We eventually let her and I soon found myself with a third wife and a sore body. The other mamono that laid siege to my house last night recuperated from the Demon Realm Silver and moved on to find themselves husbands of their own. The TV displays a wave of purple spreading across the country and next to it are a pair of statistics showing the number of couples increasing and the number of couples decreasing. They'll learn to be accepting. They all will eventually.

I hear the sound of screeching tires and a clunk right outside our house. We jog outside to see that the mailbox has been knocked over and that a green pickup truck has settled onto the front yard. In the passenger side is Cecil who gets out and looks to me with an embarrassed smile. A Satyros sits in the driver's side and she stumbles out with all the signs of being drunk, a bottle of whiskey in her right hand as further evidence of her DUI.

"Hey Mr. Wilhelm, sorry for running your son off the road!  We had to use my truck to bring him back so we can celebrate our marriage as husband and wife!" she explains with her words heavily slurred from her intoxication. The goat girl then collapses into the grass. Her bottle's contents slowly drain out.

I stare at my son who says, "Yeah Dad, she caught me as I was headed out.  Your truck is totaled.  Sorry!"

A sigh leaves me as Dawn, the Yeti asks Cecil, "Were you hurt?"

"Just a few bruises.  The airbag really saved my life," Cecil replies.

"Good!  Last thing we want is our new son getting hurt!" Dawn beams as she rushes to Cecil and embraces him with a good old-fashioned Yeti hug.

"You have a nice family Mr. Wilhelm!" the Satyros compliments from her prone position in the grass. I give her a small smirk as Cecil says, "Her name's Laura Dad."

"Well, Laura better be getting her drinking habits under control soon because she ain't gonna be driving Cecil around as drunk as she is!" Abby, the Minotaur says as she walks over to Laura and forces her to her feet. Ulrika, the Mindflayer quietly giggles, but it vanishes when I give her a cold glare. Abby is right. If Cecil and Laura ever go out to a social event involving alcohol then my son better make sure that he is the one who will be driving them home. Seeing her truck on my lawn already has me concerned, but I'm willing to give it a shot.

"It's very nice to meet you all," Cecil tells my other wives when Dawn finally releases him. "It's nice to finally meet you too Cecil," Ulrika says as she moves over to him and gives him a hug of her own. I can see Cecil cringing slightly for the entire time he's in the Mindflayer's embrace and I can't help but chuckle at the sight.

Laura points a shaky finger at Abby and shouts, "Hey lady!  I managed to get your son all the way here while on several bottles of whiskey!  That's gotta count for something right!?"

Abby scoffs and tells Laura, "So long as you're inebriated you won't be getting behind the wheel with Cecil riding alongside you."

"Agreed, as beautiful as you are I can't have my son risking his life when you're the one driving," I say.

"Pfft...you people are so cynical!" Laura declares as she shambles over to Cecil and pulls him into her perky bust, "Look at us! We make the perfect couple!"

The Satyros proudly waves her bottle of whiskey in the air and shouts, "Now let's go inside the house and celebrate!"

She drags Cecil through the front door of the house followed by Dawn and Ulrika. Abby gives me an incredulous look and mutters, "Cade, that Laura girl worries me."

"As long as Cecil possesses the will to take charge, then I doubt that our new daughter-in-law will ever be driving unless she's sober," I reply with a smirk.

"How the hell did she even get a license anyway?" Abby inquires as she gestures toward Laura's truck.

I shrug and say, "Life has a way of being weird sometimes."

Abby rolls her eyes at me and says, "Let's just head inside before that goat girl wrecks the house more than it already is."

I chuckle and add, "The new garage door will be coming out of your account you know."

"Don't forget who you're talking to here," Abby warns with a huff.

"I haven't dear," I say as I start toward the house followed by the Minotaur.

Honestly never expected things to turn out this way ever since Perreault enacted the new law. Maybe they'll turn for the better in the future. With three new wives, a new daughter-in-law, and the painful memories of my ex-wife behind me, I'm looking forward to what lies ahead.