Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180719093838/@comment-35674737-20180722021546

A... Cockatrice? Why is she all the way up there? I thought they couldn't fly.

I peered down at her, and to say that she was hurt was an understatement. I cringed at the piles of bruises that dotted her body. Her nostrils had blood seeping through and one of her eyes was swollen shut.

Holy fuck... I've seen Harpies take big falls, but there is no way a fall could do something like that to a Mamano. Like all other Cockatrices, she was wearing their usual one-piece. What I saw though was more of tattered remains. Glancing over her abused body my eyes widened: Two holes; one exposing both her breasts, and one giving clear shot of her vagina.

Oh fuck that! Hoisting her over my shoulder in a fireman carry I could feel her body twitch from bumping up against me. Her weight was next to nothing either, I felt as if I could carry her all day long. As I slinked back into the brush. I heard a growl.

"Fuck! Where is that damn chicken."

I instantly crouched down and when I took a split second to look back, I saw a Beelzebub. Her face contorted into a vile look as I saw an accomplice fade in from the forest lining behind her. A—a Wurm!?

What the hell! Why did my day just have to get worse! Already she had a grin, and spoke as if in a haughty attitude. "Hush now, Kris." She tapped the bottom of her chin in thought. "While our toy is gone somewhere, we'll find her eventually. She always scampers off—it won't be hard to hear her."

Toy... Toy... W-were they raping her? The thought felt absolutely disgusting and I silently prayed to myself that it wasn't the case. Yet the specific holes in her clothes said otherwise. The bruising made no sense though! I thought Mamano don't hurt eachother. Maybe there were exceptions.

I dragged myself slowly through the forest. Hopefully not having the duo hear me, and the canopy gave me almost a constant shade from being caught in the light of the sun. I continued at a near excruciatingly slow pace before I heard their voices fade and I was able to carry a steady stride.

A nudge, then another nudge. The Cockatrice was waking up, now was the time to stop. I laid her down on the ground in the shade.

Her single eye creaked open, the other eye so abused and swollen that I could see her wince as she tried to open it. I placed a hand as softly as possible on her shoulder and spoke in the most reassuring voice I can muster. "Don't move around too much, you're beat up pretty badly."

At first, I saw the shock before realization washed over her face. She was safe and sound with me. She tried to speak, but with a few cracks in her voice she was able to choke out, "Who're you?"

Gently combing my fingers through her hair, I whispered. "I'm Conrad, I found you like this." Short and succint. I didn't want to overload her with information or more likely, questions.

"What's going to happen...?" Her question sounded like a statement. As if she already knew her fate. I felt my heart strings being plucked.

"I'll take you away from here. Somewhere safe." I respond nearly instantaneously. Her single eye shot back at me as if trying to read if I was going to trick her. "I'll keep you company. Trust me."

I probably met her criteria, but then again, they're probably pretty low considering how battered she is right now. Offering her water from my bottle, I dared to ask a question. "Would you be willing to share what's happened to you?"

Her eye drooped. ''Fuck! I made a mistake.'' Her voice was solemn but her words were spiked with pain and suffering. "Sometimes... When other Mamano can't find a husband, they pick the smallest ones and use them to make themselves feel good..."

It was true. Unlike how Mamano would treat a man with love and care—at least by their standards. This Cockatrice was nothing but a sex doll. If she didn't want to comply they just beat her into submission. Hell, maybe they actually grew a fetish just for beating the fuck outta her.

I didn't know what to think, and as a guy I had no idea on how to comfort her. I did what I could though. I allowed her to rest against my body and she was more than welcoming for it. Thank God.

I felt her head shaking, she was weeping, she kept digging her face into my chest. Usually being preached to that hating Mamanos was a normal thing, I could see this could easily change the hearts of many of The Order. I'll just need to find a way to get her back to my house... Then what?

The bushes rustled, then the beating of wings. "How the fuck did she get a man!" The Beezlebub! Just behind her emerged the Wurm. I scrambled from the ground and used myself as a shield for the Cockatrice.

Brushing her aside the Wurm's body slithered with elegance. Two words I never thought could fit together were perfect for her. "Kris, please calm down." She turned back to me and the Cockatrice. "It's amazing to think how poultry could captivate a man to save it..."

"It's amazing that you could be so much of a bitch!" Fuck! I spoke without thinking! Already the Wurm had a wry smile she slowly closed the distance and was mere inches from me. She gave me a glare that was filled with disgusting desire, but when she glanced at the Cockatrice, a face of death was staring back at her.

Rubbing a sharp claw down my shirt, she giggled. "I wonder why you would pick such a weak monster..?" She was pressing her assets as hard as she could into me, her body trying to speak for itself to entice me.

What could I say?! She could basically just pounce me right now or—

"No matter... I'm going to milk you for everything you have my husband." With what was just a small push, she sent me flailing towards the ground. I tried to force myself back up onto my feet, but already she was pressing on top of me, both of her hands restraining my arms.

Kris' nostrils flared and she shouted "Irah! What the fuck! I thought you said we'd sha—"

"Calm down and wait. Your. Turn."

Forcefully clasping my hands together with one hand, she used her free hand to delicately undo the button on my pants and pulled my cock free. "Yes... I needed this for so long!"

I tilted my head to the side, completely ignoring the Wurm to her dismay, and I saw the Cockatrice. She was wailing as she spectated in horror. My head was forced back into her breasts...

Surely there must be a way out! I racked my mind for ideas and thoughts, surely I could... I could... Her nipples. Fucking suicide.

I traced my tongue along her breast before teasing her small pink nipple, she gave an affectionate purr as she was aiming my cock to enter her vagina. She paused though, she was savoring the feeling before she rammed herself into me that. I wasn't going to let that happen though!

I clamped my jaw shut like a bear trap. My canines piercing into her breasts and my two front teeth guillotined her nipple. Her eyes widned before she screamed in pain. "You damn animal!"

She had a look of utter disbelief on her face as she saw nothing but a small bloody patch. Take it bitch! She got what she deserved, and to add the cherry on top. I had the flashed beheaded nipple sitting between my teeth. "You want it? Then have it!" I spat it back into her face.

The plan had worked! She used her hand to dodge to block her nipple being shot back at her and I could slip away... But I couldn't run... Fuck me. Still with her "Straddling" me, my hands shot for her face. Grasping her head as if I was going to crush a melon, I jammed both my thumbs into her eye. My nail slicing straight across as blood began to gush.

"FUCK!"

I took this moment to slip away and grab the Cockatrice paralyzed with fear. As soon as I made an about-face, mere inches from me was the Beelzebub. "You're not going anywhere fuc—" Pure instinct took over as I launched a haymaker straight into her face knocking her out cold. Her body crumpled to the dirt as I sprinted to the Cockatrice.

Scooping her into my arms I ran as far as I can, I needed to make it back home!

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Home, sweet home. I sat there watching TV, I couldn't really do anything else. Any I attempt to leave the house she practically begged for me not to go. Eh, I could see why though. Her eye was still swollen, but the one-piece she wore was tossed out, and I gave her some boxers and a shirt. It wasn't pretty looking, but it still covered her up.

All the small cuts on her body scabbed over already, I had to keep reminding her not to pick at them and I made sure to keep ice handy for that eye of hers. Her one good eye though kept stealing glances at me.

"Hey, uh... You alright? " I raise a brow, my eyes not leaving the screen.

"It's Karina, and y-yeah... It's just me... You know how Mamano are..." Karina... Was Karina trying to explain her attraction to me away? "You know how Mamano are... They just like...." She couldn't finish, she obviously wasn't believing what she was saying. She was pulling one of those emotions-aren't-real-they're-just-chemical-reactions crap. I mean, sure they are, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't be allowed to express them in a accepting manner.

"Right, Karina. You know it's okay right?"

Now her brow raised. "What do you mean?"

"If you like me that's fine." I got off my chair and joined Karina in my bed.

Her face flustered up adorably. "W-what are you doing!?"

So damn adorable... I acted offended. "What? I thought you liked me?"

Her face was now nothing but red, and she stammered so much that whatever she was saying was unintellible, she only quit when I planted a kiss on her forehead. "How about that?"

She quieted down, and admitted—although softly. "Yes...I love it."

"So you don't mind being my little Karina?"

Her face nuzzled against my chest. "Mmhmm.."

I looked down and saw a soft smile... Large bruises, a swollen eye that was a sickly purple, skin battered with cuts of various sizes, a mind broken from the abuse of the Wurm and Beelzebub... Yet she was the most beautiful girl in the world... Probably it's those pheromones I heard they release... I guess it doesn't matter, I belong to her and she belongs to me.

"Goodnight Karina."