Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20160227183142/@comment-173.19.89.161-20160301070838

I want to help my friend, and make it home with the sweet, sweet grave loot, so I look at the pack of Hellhounds with my best smile.

"I was hoping to meet a wonderful lady tonight." I say, "You see, my best friend is getting married, and I was hoping one of you would be kind enough to accompany me to her marriage. The catch is you'd have to wear a bridesmaid's dress, and they are far too fragile for most monsters to wear without ripping to shreds. I'd have to take the WEAKEST one as my date!"

The Hellhounds fall about each other as each one does her best to pretend the others are beating her senseless. I quickly lean a branch over them, "pinning" them in place and my friend and I both run.

"I can't believe that worked!" she says, laughing as we make it back to the town. "I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow. Man, this tiara is awesome!" she says, holding up her prize.

When the morning comes I walk into the wedding wearing my best suit, and, to my surprise, everyone is crowded against the far wall of the church, doing their best to stay away from a Hellhound in a dirty bridesmaid's dress, her breasts stretching it so tight the fabric is starting to rip down the middle.

"I won't rip the dress as long as I don't breath too deeply!" the Hellhound says with a smile, as she starts to walk towards me. "Why is everyone so shy? Let's get this wedding going!"