User blog:Thrögma/Prison break (wwyd response)

 Prison break: how a dork with a lion accidentallied himself into a prison for ultra-powerful supermonsters 

This is a response to Ore-samma’s wwyd “Prison break”. I highly suggest you read that proper before continuing, or the beginning won’t make any sense.

This was my first time really writing something more mature, so forgive me if it’s a bit off.

On with the show!

Part 1:

The gates

Neither of these options seemed particularly pleasant to me. I do poorly in this kind of stealth, and I only managed to sneak in by following the others. And I only followed the others because my pet lion did, and I was curious on what made him interested in this. But my ass hurt from the stone floor, and my mouth felt weird from the gag, and I needed something to do.

I go to the box, to retrieve what I needed. Surprisingly, it held my beloved lion Valaskar, who seemed bored and a little hungry. I sifted through the lion feces that the crate was full of, and found a helmet and a sword. All I needed. Fuck if I know how to use one, though. Just swing it around, probably will work. Slowly I advance towards the tower. I know these markings. This is Thûraginian architecture, which means the lilim were right; this tower is very old. The Thûrs haven’t been on this continent since before Lilith took over.

I paused. Fuck. The reality of the situation sinks in, as I come to grips with my fate. One of them is going to get me. I’m not that strong, and these monsters have been locked away for millennia. I don’t stand a chance. I can try and go back to the lilim, but I doubt that’ll go well. Sexuality had always been an uncomfortable topic for me. Instead of seeing girls, I trained big cats for nobility. The prospect of opening up to a woman, being rejected, and having whatever friendship we had get tainted by a one-way attraction scared me more than any jaguar.

That’s it! Didn’t the Succubus say this crate could summon whatever I need? I’d never be able to fend off shit with a sword, but maybe I’d stand a chance surrounded by loyal, well-trained, 350-pound super-predators! Let’s get a tiger! And a jaguar! How about a snow leopard? I’ll take it! Even the mysterious Palang*, native to the jungles of Dragonia could be pulled from this mighty bin. I am a glorious god of megafaunal carnivores! No monster can stand in my way… I hope. At least I will go down surrounded by pussies. A laughed at my dumb pun to hide my anxiety, as I led my pantherine strike-team into the depths of this infernal death-trap.

***

Part 2:

The library

I was deep within the tower now. So far, no monsters. Clearly I had started at the library. I had just finished naming my cattalion (heh); Ilanu the tiger, Grigora the snow leopard, Hrava the jaguar, and Koryon the palang. Not that anyone cared. I just needed something to do. Valaskar let out a yawn, and lay down. Lions do sleep quite a lot, and he was right to stop. We were lost. I was lost. “Alright, let’s stop,” I said. And of course they obeyed. I drifted into thought, wondering about them. Where did they come from? Did the box make them, or pull them from somewhere? If so, who trained them? What were their names? No. This isn’t important. I’m in a library, right? Maybe I can find a clue, so I can fuck right out of here as soon as possible.

“Huh, the Gryphons. That explains it.” The Gryphon empire was an early iron-age culture descended from the Thûrs who left their continent for the north. It explained the Thûraginian architecture, as well as the stylistic inconsistencies. It also explained the name, N’ess. Clearly, that word derives its etymology from Na’ash, the word for "vault" in Karugesh, the language of the Ar-Sali people of Thûrag. But that’s not important. No time for history. “Fuck!!”

“This construct would like to inform you that swearing in the Urga Library is forbidden.” I swiveled to see a ghostly figure.

“This construct. You’re an artificial intelligence, right? I mean, you can’t be a monster with a goofy name like that, and nobody refers to themselves in such a manner. What’s your game, robot?”

''“This construct is a magical archival and administrative system built into the Tower of N’ess. Robots are a fantasy.”''

“Cool. Can you tell me where I can find your least dangerous prisoner? I have a feeling this place is stocked to the dick with super-monsters and eldritch atrocities. Is Thrögma here? That’d be crazy.”

''“Thrögma has been dead for 15,000 years, and is buried beneath the city of Lescatie. The least dangerous prisoner is Ozari. She is an ordinary monster of her species, and possesses no additional powers. Ozari can be found on the 29th floor. A map of the tower can be found in the red chest.”'' The apparition pointed to a great red and bronze chest.

“Great. What is this Ozari, exactly? You were super vague.”

''“Your free session has expired. To continue using this construct, please see Master Archivist Huvambar about your payment. He can be found in his office to your left.”'' The apparition faded.

“Yay.” I headed to the office. Of course, when I opened the door I was greeted to a mummified corpse, sitting by a desk labeled "Archivist Huvambar". Just my luck. Whelp, I guess we’re going to find this "Ozari" character. After we take a nap.

***

Part 3:

The guards

I certainly am glad there isn’t a timer on this sort of mission/quest/thing. When I awoke, Valaskar was resting beside me as all good lions do, and I was surprised only one of my cats ran off. So now there is a jaguar loose in this massive tower. I wasn’t terribly surprised, seeing how flighty and shy they are. Still left with a lion, tiger, snow leopard, and palang, I set off towards this Ozari character, not knowing what I would find. My hopes were low, but expectations high; while I did not foresee much of a problem finding this monster, the prospect of meeting one made me nervous. So long trapped in this tower, at least 5,000 years. So long alone. I read quite a lot about these Succubized monsters. Judging on how lustful they normally are, the thought of encountering one pent-up for millennia terrified me to my core. I really won’t be able to get out of this unscathed. I can try with my cattalion, but my missing jaguar is 170 lbs less protection to shield me from their hungry loins.

As the minutes turned to hours on my quest for the 29th floor, my luck ran out. I was no longer alone. A guard. How long he had been here, I don’t know. It could very well be that there is some sort of colony deep within the bowels of this tower, producing generations of wardens over many centuries, but that seemed unlikely. The whole tower was empty and rotting, too decrepit to house a colony without betraying their presence. His eyes were old, and his armor the black-lacquered bronze of the Gryphons. He shouted at me in some old, incomprehensible dialect, and charged. But before he could get within a few meters of me, the palang jumped and bit his neck, crushing his windpipe and snapping his neck. My cattalion works, it seems. But I knew he would not be the last.

Indeed, he was not the last. As I ascended to the 29th floor, I was stopped dead in my tracks by a shrill shout.

“Urgali dar nushum!”

There were five of them. My loyal strike-team pounced to defend me, but this fight was different. It was violent and brutal, with yowls and screams echoing across the dark halls. One of the guards continued to push forwards to me, attempting to fend off the snow leopard. And just like that, with a whimper that noble beast fell limp to the ground.

“You bastard, that was an endangered species!” I shouted. I cowered as I prepared for death, when out of nowhere I saw a flash of spots and the crunching of bone as my jaguar leapt five feet above my head and into the guard. With the odds evened, my loyal brigade turned the tide. We had survived, at least most of us. We were scratched and beaten, but alive. Resting for a while to gather our bearings and lay the dead to rest, we finally entered onto the 29th floor.

***

Part 4:

Floor 29

The 29th floor, much like all the others, was vast, empty and dark. However, I could sense something in the air, something old. Demonic energy, probably. What I did not expect was how nice it looked. I expected rows of cells and dungeons, only to find a hall full of paintings, tables, chairs, and other amenities.

“Hello, stranger,” I heard a voice say. I turned startled, to see a scarlet-haired goat-child scarcely older than nine sitting on a high shelf. A Baphomet.

“I am called Ghani, and welcome to the 29th floor.” She giggled. “I will have such fun training you in the ways of the sabbath. In all my many centuries and many lovers,

I have never met such a man like you. You will drown in the indecent pleasure of little gir—”

Her voice was cut off as my tiger pounced upon her, mauling and slashing the child. It was a grisly sight, the girl screaming in horror as the flesh was stripped of her bones, desperately trying to gain her bearings enough to cast a spell. With a sickening crack, her neck was snapped, as the perverted child’s body fell lifeless to the floor with a horrible thud.

“What the fuck was that!?” I shouted in disbelief. “What the actual fuck?! Why did you do that?! Yeah she was creepy, but you didn’t need to fucking MAUL her to death! Who trained you?! What kind of sick fuck trains a tiger to kill a little girl?! Oh my god, this is horrible! I mean, thanks for guarding me from this sicko, but holy shit! You are a liability!! Get out of here, before you maul everyone in this tower to death!” I panted in horror at what just occurred. I tried not to look at the girl's mangled, chewed-up carcass when it hit me: with all the screaming and dying, not one person came to the scene. Where were they?

I prowled the dark halls in ever-rising fear to the great doors. As I walked closer, my battalion stopped. "Come on," I goaded, but the carnivores planted themselves on the floor. There was a look in their eyes, a look of inspired fear, like they were supernaturally repelled by what lay beyond those doors. With a palpitating heart, I opened the door to the cells, and entered alone.

The dark halls were now smaller (though by no means lower), dimly lit by candles. I passed rows and rows of empty cells, filled only with the bones of monstrosities long since extinct.

“I am looking for Ozari,” I said nervously into the gloom.

“Here,” came a reply in a soft and delicate voice. I walked to the direction of the voice, and stopped at the strangest cell I have ever seen. Through the bars was not a dank cellar, but a carpeted room, complete with books, tables, a bed, mirror, and other utilities. I looked at this lavish prison in awe, before my eyes came to rest on a silhouetted figure. It was a young woman (as most monsters appear to be), who despite being millenia old didn’t look a day over 23. A long and feathered snake tail supported her thin body in place of legs, and her purple hair was framed with a gauze mask covering her eyes. Basilisk.

“I am looking for Ozari. I was told she was the least powerful monster in this tower,” I said with cautious anxiety.

“Oh,” the basilisk sighed, “that would be me. Though it hurts to hear myself being described as such. But I suppose it makes sense.”

“Ha!” a voice resounded from the gloom, “that’s funny. He got you, Ozari. Sucks to be you.”

I turned to the sound, and saw a buxom griffon in the luxurious cell behind me.

“That’s Sena,” Ozari said. “She’s a bit arrogant. But she’s right. All the other girls here are of notable power. Lian is a vampire, Ura is a dragon, Hebel a lich, Ghani a baphomet, Panmeli is a giantess, Rabu and Wanu were once a two-headed lion, Hikari is an inari, and Ulu is some sort of sexy magical starfish.”

“Cool, my name is Thealf,” I said, glancing around. I could faintly make out the silhouette of a massive, 12-foot woman four cells down. “Oh fuck,” I exclamed, “Ghani is dead. My tiger mauled her. So sorry for your loss.”

“Finally!” Sena cried. “That bitch was so annoying! She made everyone super uncomfortable! She would give the guards blowjobs in exchange for free range around the floor, while the rest of us all have to wait here until free-roam.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I said, terribly confused.

“Oh, you see, when we all changed, the guards allowed us certain amenities,” Ozari explained. “Furniture, actual beds, some forms of entertainment, that kind of stuff. And every day we get three hours out of our cells to go wherever we want on the floor. It’s nice, but pretty lonely. I haven’t seen a new person in millenia.”

“No,” I replied, “I was just surprised at that virulent reaction to the death of someone you know. I promise it wasn’t my fault. The tiger just pounced, no warning.”

“It’s ok,” Ozari replied, “so why are you looking for me?”

“Oh, it’s a long story. To cut to the point, I was tasked to free someone from this prison. I figured it would be safest to free the weakest monster, sorry. Some robot called "construct" said that was you.”

“Me?” Ozari blushed. “Free? O-ok. Th-thank you!”

“No problem,” I muttered, embarrassed. “So, uh, how do I do that? F-free you?” I swallowed nervously.

“Just go to that pedestal over yonder, put your left hand on the red gem, and say "shurani yova nushum". That will do the trick,” Sena said from behind me, pointing to an opal carving by the door. I walked towards it, and placed my hand on a worn-down red stone.

“Shurani yova nushum,” I said embarrassed, and the bars in the cells receded… all the bars. In all the cells.

“Thanks Thealf, you really saved my ass,” Sena said walking out of her cell. “Let me repay you.”

“Yeah dude, way to go,” said a lion-girl approaching from the cell above. “It’s been so long since we had fresh meat,” said the other lioness, as she leapt from her cell. Oh fuck. This is exactly what I DIDN’T want. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—

“Come with me!” I felt a gentle hand grab mine, as I turned to see Ozari "looking" towards me with her covered eyes. I was trapped. There was nothing I could do without putting myself into the very likely risk of being ravished by any or all of these very aroused monsters. As I saw more and more monstresses approach, I took a leap of faith, and fled guided by the basilisk.

***

Part 5:

The escape

“Take a left!” Ozari shouted, as we turned a corner and burst through the doors into the main hall. Valaskar and his spotted friends perked their ears up as the doors opened, watching intently as I ran in the hand of a basilisk pursued by a horde of nymphomaniacal monstrosities.

“Run, run, my loyal cattalion! We can’t fight them! Let’s fucking go!” I screamed, and the lion, jaguar, and palang got up and ran, just as the doors were smashed by the 12-foot giantess, her massive breasts jiggling, free of any sort of modest covering.

“Sex with tiny man!” shouted the giantess, as she pushed away the Sena and the lion-girls.

“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed, as Ozari led me around a corner into a smaller hallway, a mere 8-feet tall.

“Snu-snu,” whimpered the giantess as she stopped at the passage, unable to make it through.

“Thealf, Duck!” screamed Ozari, as a pink bolt of magic blasted a mere inch from my head.

“I will make you mine,” came a voice. It was a blue woman, with rather generous proportions, and pointed teeth. She swiftly levitated, her legs fusing into a massive starfish at the bottom, which curled upwards behind her, reaching her shoulders.

“Oh fuck, it’s the sexy magical starfish!!!” I screamed.

“Almost there,” Ozari said nervously, and we turned a corner to an open archway leading to the stairs. I barreled through, still tightly holding her hand, and ran to the corner. As I glanced back, I saw my panthers join me, but the monsters seemed unable to make it through the arch. I stopped to breathe, as the monsters peered through the arch.

“We’ll get you, pretty boy,” the dragon scoffed. “This isn’t over.”

“It is,” Ozari panted. “Monsters can’t pass through that arch. Unless they are touching a human.” She looked at me and smiled. “This way, we better put some distance between us before the guards arrive.”

We arrived at a sort of lounge, a room with plush carpeting and soft couches. Just as I followed Ozari into the room, the door shut behind me, separating us from the cats. There were no other doors; we were trapped.

“Uh oh,” I sighed, and walked back to the door. “Ozari, you mind helping me with the door?”

“No,” she said calmly. “I will not.”

“Beg your pardon,” I asked, terribly confused. I turned to see her with her mask off, eyes closed. Oh no. Nonononono!

“I’m sorry Thealf, but it’s been so long,” she said sadly, with a hint of regret. “I’ve been living with these urges, this drive for so many centuries, with nobody to share them with. But then you came along to rescue me.” she cupped her face in her hands, blushing.

“W-what about those guards,” I said nervously, backing away. “They seemed ok.”

“They just weren’t for me,” she sighed. “Too arrogant, too… I don’t know. I can’t explain it. But you— the moment I sensed your presence, I knew you were the one. I knew I had to have you.”

“Well, uh, I’m flattered, but this isn’t the time, so, um, maybe we can start out as friends? Maybe see where that—”

“No!” she shouted. “I’ve waited too long for this! I will have you, even if I have to do it by force!” She opened her eyes, revealing blue irises and black sclera. And just like that, I felt all the strength leave my body, as I fell to the floor. A tortuous heat pervaded my body, and I felt an enormous swelling in my crotch. My thoughts became hazy and less focused, and I saw her slither towards me, passion igniting her eyes.

“Please,” I softly whimpered, “don’t hurt me. Just be gentle.” I was filled with fear and anxiety. All this time in the tower trying to prepare myself for this possibility, and I was still terrified. Never had I known love, never the gentle caress of a woman. Terror, shame, anxiety, and yet also a sort of excitement flooded me. It was overwhelming, this flood of emotions. Ozari gently lifted me from the floor, and placed me on a couch. Things were a bit hazy after that. I felt her lean in and kiss me, her passionate expression of desire filling my mouth and mind, like we were melting into each other. I do not remember how much time passed like that, when she parted her lips from mine. She removed her tunic, and a soft, slightly swollen slit opened up by her crotch. Gently, she lowered herself onto my swollen flesh, and I gasped as a shock of pleasure jolted through me. And then…

Slowly, I came too. I was lying on the couch, naked. And next to me was Ozari, nude and asleep. Recollections rushed back to me. Our bodies hot and intertwined, the feeling of being milked, almost cleansed, over and over again. I turned to my door, surprised to see Valaskar had pawed the door down, as he, the jaguar, and the palang slept curled up on the floor. I had probably already passed out when that happened. I sighed, and Ozari twitched in her sleep, softly moaning. This was my life now. I was scared and embarrassed, but in a strange way relieved. Despite the complex flood of emotions I felt, I do really think I truly love her. Ferocious, yet gentle, she coaxed me from my self-imposed chastity and anxiety. There was something about her, and though I was nervous and scared, I just knew that as long as we were together, everything would be alright.

***

Epilogue

“What do you mean “they’re gone”? How could they be gone?! How can we lose our ENTIRE big-cat collection in 2 minutes, and we don’t even know where they are or what happened to them? This is the Polove zoo! We’ve got the best security in the region, and they just vanished from right under our noses? Were their cages all unlocked or something? What the fuck guys! You’re all fired after this. Wensicia, we have a code white, I repeat a code white. I want the entire zoo on lockdown until those animals are found. Unbelievable!”