Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37449770-20181126103904/@comment-36855838-20181127070918

Okay! Let's see what we can do!

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It had started with some monor roughhousing, a minor game of tag, and then I had fallen into the well.

Well, dampness aside there wasn't much to complain about.

How there was no rope in town nobody knew, but apparently ladders were also in short supply.

Ted did manage to lower a chair down to me, so at least I didn't have to sit in the muck.

Of course the brilliant idea had come from Janet, "call in a mamono, he'll be out in a jiffy."

I had a stockpile of prisoner fruit meingue pies with her name on it.

Soon enough, word had gotten out, and mamono far and wide were able to completely ignore my exhistence.

A few did decide to rescue me, but this put them in competition.

A wyvern, who I was certain headed the neighborhood watch, a Hellhound, who I had seen sunning herself on house roofs and treetops often, and-

CRASH

A wurm burst into the well from the bottom corner, snatching me up and swooping back into the tunnel.

The well collapsed down on top of the entrance, my friends falling in after us.

The tunnel sealed.

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"Well, this is a fine mess!"

My outburst had no seeming effect on the Wurm, who was affectionately nuzzling her head into Stephen's shoulder and humming some off-key, yet still soothing, lullaby.

"Ted, come over here and help me block this exit better."

I obliged, fishing out another card from my carrying deck, I plopped down some cast iron safes filled with solid Uranium blocks.

"That wall might even stop a Wurm at full speed, they won't get through."

Janet chuckled.

"Let's hope so, I'd like to get home UN-fuck'd today."

I still didn't get her prudish attitude, must be because she's still human, like Stephen.

I remember what that was like, and I don't envy them, even if thoughts of my Martha do get distracting sometimes.

"Well with how you've been eating, I think somebody's going to change your mind very soon."

She turns up her nose, but I know about the secret pastries Stephen and his family have been baking for their neighbors, it's part of why we came to visit hin after all these years apart.

Although it was merrly an excuse for me and Martha, Janet's obsession had been quite apparent when we all met for that first dinner together after 20 years apart. She had stood enraptured at the dessert table all evening, scarfing down pastry after pastry, all containing the fruit she had slept moaning for in the car.

I could've sworn she went up ten cup sizes by the end of that night, and she was definitely a few inches taller now than when we'd picked her up at that seedy smoothie place, her clothes dissheveled rags, and her body swelling to burst at the two planes of femininity.

Her finances had all been spent of the blasted things, so rare where she lived.

I was glad to have brought the poor girl along and eased her transition, but knew we had a problem, we were cut off, and she'd soon go into withdrawal.

Not good, considering both men in her area were already claimed.

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