Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180303034731

"HHNNNGGPTH..." Eothred claps a hand over his mouth and nose, lest he bleed all over the floor.

"Just...get some clothes on and meet me downstairs so we can get off!  BE OFF!  SO WE CAN BE OFF oh bugger it just meet me downstairs..."

In a muffled mumble he spins on his heel and bolts out the door before he leaps on them right then and there.

Rotha sags and sighs, her ears flattening slightly. "Well, that was shit.  I completely blew it giving him the news.  You'd think that a guy would like getting an instant harem a little more.  But I won't give up on him!"

She suddenly raises her fist dramatically, speaking to nobody in particular.

"I'll show him that a High Orc wife is the best wife in the world, even if I have to learn how to...er...knit doilies and shit!  Yeah!!"

Meanwhile, downstairs, the Razorbacks file into the inn's tavern. Some shuffle with a hangover, some hum to themselves, and one, a cute pink-haired one, skips happily.

"Oof.  That was definitely money well spent," comments one with wavy brown hair, strutting proudly.

"I wouldn't know.  I don't remember it," says another one, a modest-looking girl with short blue hair, putting her hand to her temple.

"Oh, I do.  I hope the boss had fun with our new sweetie-pie," giggles a third, a large one with long black hair and a MILFy air about her. "We need to find him so we can...is that him??" She squints her eyes.

"What the heck is he doing?" Says the first.

"He looks like he's gotta pee or something," says the second.

Barreling down the stairs, holding his crotch, Eothred dashes for the nearest side exit. He bursts throgh the door...

...And into the side street, between buildings. Desperately, he looks around, and finds what he's looking for.

Without hesitation, he runs over and leaps into the waist-deep horse trough, the ice-cold water instantly shrinking his libido and slightly emasculating him by making him yell a short, high-pitched scream.