Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-26380985-20151217174935/@comment-28935784-20151217203123

Ronchellster wrote: You are the pilot testing for a flying machine. Midway through the flight test you get caught in a portal that led to wonderland, over a beach, with a sea so full of aphrodisiac that was purple. Your device has caught the attention of a Jabberwock that approached you.

What happens now?

I roll with my fall out of the portal and come up next to the Jabberwock.

&lsquo;Ah, a human.&rsquo; she says, in a powerful, sexy voice which has clearly never known defeat. &lsquo;If you can show me how much you desire a gorgeous and dominant, yet soft and curvy Mistress like me, but without any dawdling, I may just take you.&rsquo;

I roll my eyes. &lsquo;Modest, aren't you?&rsquo;

A lewd, perverse grin spreads across her face. &lsquo;Dragons are never modest, youngster. Now, how about that-&rsquo; – she licks her lips – &lsquo;-show of your desire, you naughty boy? There's way you could've just fallen into Wonderland.&rsquo;

I blink rapidly as she sashays forward, purposefully swinging her hips with her hands on them. She's towering over me in no time, her large breasts at eye level. They look like they'll burst out if you poke at her crop top anywhere. Damn.

&lsquo;Ara, ara, looking at my boobs just because they're near?&rsquo; Her voice is coming a foot or so above me, but it feels like a ... monster (IK, IK, silly pun) about seventy feet tall is talking over me. &lsquo;How did you get the courage to start dreaming of what you want to do to these when a Dragon gave you a command?&rsquo;

She bumps my face with her boobies. I squeak and fall backwards on my butt. Looking up, I see the Amazonian dragon-woman bending over me, her top hanging off her shoulders. I look right down her décolletage to her belly button. It's adorned with a cute piercing made of silver, but I can't be sure.

&lsquo;Still can't stop checking me out? Well, I'll have to train you to be my pet. If a film is made on us, it shall be called &ldquo;How To Train Your Human&rdquo;.&rsquo;

I give a small yelp and shuffle backwards on my behind as quickly as possible. The Jabberwock steps forward and easily catches up to me. She parts her legs and stands over me, her clawed hands on my shoulders and her feet near my knees. Every time I squirm, she presses down on my shoulders and pushes my knees inwards so I can't move.

I'm trapped. I'll be Jabby-chan's slave forever. If the rumours are true and Jabberwocks' brains are of a much higher magnitude than humans', I will never return home.

I look up at her pleadingly. &lsquo;I didn't mean to disturb you, Miss, I just got lost flying a plane ...&rsquo;

&lsquo;Ah, I like that,&rsquo; she leers, rubbing the top of my head softly. &lsquo;&ldquo;Miss&rdquo;, is it? That's proper respect to the Dragon family. Well, let's pretend I'm your older sister disciplining you. Just call me Onee-sama, and you'll know my name if you be a good boy.&rsquo;

&lsquo;Hai, onee-sama,&rsquo; I mumble, shivering a bit when her claws rub my cheek.

&lsquo;Do you have no pride in obeying your older sister?&rsquo; she demands, stroking my chin. &lsquo;Speak up louder and with pride! Even if my friends come along, they'll only see a naughty little brother who needs some direction in life! What do you say?&rsquo;

&lsquo;Yes, onee-sama,&rsquo; I say louder, but dejectedly and while looking down. I was right. Jabby-san will make me into a maid with a naked apron thrown in. If only I could throw down a flare and run to find another transport ...

[I'll pause for now as it's 2 am and I need some sleep before tomorrow's exam (which is from 2 - 5 pm.). I responded to let you know I've accepted the invitation and was online, Ronchellster. Thanks for the invite. I'll continue and finish the novella tomorrow.]