Talk:Amazoness/@comment-26241048-20150409211629/@comment-26219553-20150423223628

Disentangling myself from the cape, I (metaphorically) shit myself at the sight of three pissed off warrior-women bearing down on me. As I'm tackled to the ground, my assailant draws back her fist in preparation for the coming beatdown, when a flicker of confusion enters her eyes. "Hang on a minute... you don't look anything like that guy who burned down our village!"

Still being straddled on the ground with a rather imposing fist frozen an inch away from my nose, I stammer out my story- explaining that the asshole they were after tried turning me into a distraction- and I manage to free one of my hands to point in the direction he ran off in.

The woman on top of me turns to her two cohorts and tells them to give chase, to which they nod in unison and sprint off in pursuit, before she gets off me and helps me up. Apologising for her mistake, she says that it's been a trying day. Smiling nervously, I respond that from the sound of it, "trying" is an understatement, and wish her and her friends luck in catching the arsonist.

As I turn to leave, however, I feel a hand grab me by the shoulder, before another reaches around my waist and I'm hauled over the Amazoness' shoulder. "Wh-what the heck are you doing?" I can't see her face from my current upside-down viewpoint, but I hear an amused noise from somewhere above me as we start moving. "We-ell, we do need to start replacing the husband candidates who got away in the chaos, and you ARE kind of cute..." Feeling the hand on my shoulder let go, I suddenly gasp as I feel strong, dextrous fingers start fondling my crotch...