Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181007225918/@comment-36855838-20181009054331

No bad injuries, though she has some odd scratches on her neck, by the time we return to the orphanage they've gone.

She took well to rest, but a few hours later I returned to the teen orphanage to an apalling sight, an army of werewolves, slavering and chomping at the last few unturned teenage girls.

Furry ears, paws, and tails sprouted before my eyes, and then the girls turned on the boys, overpowering them as a horde one boy at a time.

While the mating frenzy progressed, I crept to the dormitory of the younger children, and sure enough, a massive fluffy pile of young werewolves and boys were sleeping soundly in each other's arms, still too young for the frenzied orgies of their elder pack members.

It was very adorable.

A promised pair of five year olds woke up, and ran over to give me a hug, I obliged gleefully.

Soon we were laying lazily on the communal mattress, chatting until they drifted off in my arms.

Gently, I shifted them back together and walked quietly off to bed.

A full moon illuminated my bedroom through the screened window, and on the bed sat the eldest orphan, whom I had carried back this afternoon.

In truth, she was about my age, but she had retained her position among the cared for at my request, and I alone took over the orphanage.

Whatever else can be said of the order, they took good care of children, especially the parentless.

We had grown together under the watchful eyes of a motherly priestess, who had left the place in our care when the fruit had claimed her and she could no longer stay.

We wanted to hug her good-bye, but she fought hard to refuse us fof our own good.

Amanda sat now on my bed, her dark skin blendimg with the shadows, her paws constantly reaching for her crotch, no matter how much she pulled them away.

"I don't want you to lose your choices."

Only now did I understand mother Henrietta's words.

Amanda sniffed the air, and leapt at me, she had straddled me, but I lay there, as she pulled herself off, only to leap back atop me, drooling and shaking, again and again.

She didn't want these feelings, what ever she felt, she didn't like it, and there was nothing she could do to change it now.

I reached up, and pulled her close.

I chose to care for others, no matter what happens, I will ease her suffering as much as I can.

That is the path I have chosen.