Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20181119111547/@comment-30014014-20181119173346

"And nope! Nope! Not staying here!"

Bob takes a few steps backward, his eyes grazing the nearest exit. Amidst the panic, his walk comes uninterrupted...or at least he thought so.

"Bobby Jameson!" a voice screams out, one he can hear clearly. A voice walking the edge of familiarity.

Bob's eyebrow rises, less out of fear and more out of curiosity. A thing he had a great amount of resistance for, the obnoxious tendency of the hellhound to loudly boast about their utter domination. Hearing of it even in the slighless made him less enthusiatic than an impotent man. An important faculty as ever before the outbreak, a hellhound had been...hounding him about coupling up, often promising pleasure like he never imagined.

"And Jackie just had to be here, didn't she? Goodness, I had hoped she'd pick up on some poor schmuck" he sighs in annoyance, now searching for the source of the screams.

"Bob! I know you're here somewhere! You've got another thing coming if you think you're getting out of there this easily!"

"Tsk! Could she yell any louder?" he complains, a hand resting on his head, far from the crowd of 'hell-monos' claiming their bounties.

A door separates him from the chaos, hidden inside an electronic store's janitor closet. Turns out the place is bigger than once estimated "Hmm, a good place to hide. Good thing I've gathered some mean of entertainement".

For the next hour or so, Bob gives himself to visual media of a plasma screen he somehow managed to smuggle, to watch countless youtube videos. As frightening as the H-virus was, it was, at its core, just another way of transformation, not unlike the same provided by succubus n another country. Having climbed its apex, soon the thing would simmer down, to be a somewhat rare. occurence.

As such, there waas no real cause for concern, especially for those who welcomed these changes. The shy, the timid, the non-confident, all basking in this new shade of self-esteem, carrying its new might to those they couldn't approach via any reason.

Bob didn't care. All he saw out of this was yet more annoyance as now, instead of one obnoxious woman yelling in his ear, he would have many, assuming not all of them would get their claw, or mitten, or paw or whatever on a man already.

As time passes, the screams of desolation, as he came to wash as white noise turned into moans of extasy, also more bothersome. Bob turns the volume up "Hey! Keep it down, will you? I'm walking something!!"

"Bob! I can smell you, Bob! Oh, the things I'll do to you once I get my hands on you...!!" Jackie's voice resonates throughout the wet noises.

"Huh-uh, huh-uh..." he continues as he watches a video on youtube, as relaxed as a cat. At least until night falls upon the halls. His supply of food dried up, Bob groans in annoyance as he pauses whatever video he was intending "Aw come on! How the hell am I supposed to watch anything without some drinks?!"

He groans again, getting up and out of his hiding spot. What welcomed his sights upon sneaking out of the electronic store? A slew of blackened women and monsters all cuddled up to a singular men. Some, however were more than willing to share one, resulting in the poor guy squished between two sets of soft breasts, yet boasting some of the biggest grin possible.

Bob gestures a disgusted face at the sight, sneering as he walks in whispers "Tsk, enjoy becoming a bunch of worthless boytoys..."

"I don't think this is the message to get from this sight, Bobby..." another whisper, extremely close to his ears.

"Ohh, you cannot be serious..." he returns, lunging forward with intense reflexes, allowing him to evade Jackie's arms. He turns to his would-be aggressor, a less-than enthusiastic visage, his hands spread out in, again, annoyance "Oh come on! You're serious? Why didn't you pick up on one of these willing potentials, huh? It would have been much easier for the two of us".

Jackie crosses her arms, a lecherous grin on her face, befitting her gray pants and jacket and black shirt. A finger passes in a straight line under her chin "Why would I? There is a perfect specimen standing before me who needs a pair of convinging arguments to re-consider his celibate life".

Sensing the opportunity, Bob takes a sleeping man from a sleeping hell-sheep, which comes with an outraged "Hey!!". He puts the man up, next to him "You mean this guy? He's all yours, though you'll likely have to share him with someone else..."

"Oh Bobby...you think you can squeal out this easily?" Jackie begins moving toward him, full of desiring needs.

"Of course not..." Bob shoves the yet sleeping man on Jackie's march, pulling yet another "Hey!" from the annoyed hell-sheep, rushing to her newly wedded's side. Jackie makes sure to catch the poor drifter, walking with him to his true partner. A hand rests on the sheep's shoulder as she passes through, leaving the man in her arms.

"Bobby, get back here!" she screams in a mighty voice, stampeding through the crowd with loud fiery stomps.

"Stop calling me Bobby!" he yells out, a hand on his head "God, what a headache this is!!"

The game of cat and mouse begins anew, as it did so many times before. Everytime, ended with Bob literally going out of her reach by sheer grit, parkour and blatant disinterest. All of it, despite their kindred hobbies, despite their kindred interests, despite everything judging they should be entwined...

Unfortunately for Bob, however, Jackie had learned of her mistakes. Running through many sets, he grabs hold to a bar taking him to the second floor. He turns to the still first floor hellhound, a 'L' made with two fingers on his forehead "So long, tomboy!!!"

And that's where things went south for him as Jackie had taken hold of the same bar, turning his sneer into a shriek of shock "What the fu--

"Oh yea, you're not getting away this time, boy! And don't think for a second I didn't see that grimace! Ohh, how fun is it going to see your orgasm face tear away that mug of yours!"

"Shit, shit, shit!" he hurries, climbing up to the ramp, running as loudly as fast. At this point, the sleeping attendants had all awoken up, stirred up by Jackie's imposing stomps. The women, the monsters, they all cheered for Jackie's triumph in the chase, sensing how pent-up she really was. Bob couldn't see that, all too freaked out by the unresting hellhound gunning for his frail body.

A trip down some mechanic stairs saw him sprinting for his tried and true hiding spot, one he was able to elude Jackie...

...or so he thought...

Running through the electronic store, Bob turns on every tv on in an attempt to confuse Jackie's auditary senses, with the volume cranked up to the maximum. He slams the door amidst the pandemonium occuring outside, isolating himself from the outside world "heh..hehe...hehehe....good".

He walks back to his still paused video, setting himself among some pilfered pillows, only to realize... "Ha?! Ugh...I still didn't get my drinks...great..."

~Ohh, don't worry after we're done here, I'll get you all the mountain dew you want" a voice resonates. Inside. Alongside the fiery eyes shining in the darkness of the reasonably large janitor closet.

her voice sprung him from his seat, prompting him to make a dash for the door. He runs quick "Come on. Come on! I don't remember the door being so far. Why! Can't! I! Reach! It!"

A moment passes before he realizes his collar has been taken hostage, along the rest of him "Ahh!!...ugh..."

~Got you!!~ Jackie joyfully chimes, her voice surprisingly ripe with feminity.

Bob sees his solutions dry. Had he some liquid, a quick splash might have rejuvinated the chase. Alas, his flee instincts had overridden his original plans. Jackie turns her captured face-to-face, once again speaking with a rather soft voice ~Time to pay due, hon'. You know how long I've been waiting for this~

Bobby Jameson sighs in resignation, his body growing limp. His face hides behind a mug of absence "Fine, whatever, go ham or something. Wake me up when this is over..."

The pressure on his collar loosens suddenly, forcing him to balance himself as he lands feet on floor. This, followed by Jackie's sultry walk, cuddling his shoulder to keep him firm in place. This close, Bob can see how enticing her body truly is. A fact worsening by her lips approaching his ear ~Oh Bobby, so eager to get it over with, aren't ya? Well, this won't do. This won't do at all~

Her body squishes Bob's against he floor, 'allowing' him to feel the ripe hellhound's assets. Breasts, legs, arms...womanhood. All of it, assaulting his five senses, burning away Bob's attempts at 'falling out', as he calls it. Becoming absent-minded, basically. An act he only now was becoming aware of "Not...fair..."

~You think I'd just be content with claiming a mere sexual satisfaction, didn't you? A one-minute mating where I just assert myself as your superior, hum? But that wouldn't be an accomplishment, at least for me. I want you. I wanted you. All of you. For quite a long time, in fact~

Bob begins to panic, knowing full well what she's trying to do. Well, trying is a bit late, in his mind. His body reacts to the soft heat cuddling it.

~And simply exercising my dominance on a man devoid of enthusiast isn't fufilling, especially if it means losing that part of him~

"W-where are you going with this?" he speaks, panting uncontrollably under her passive seduction, feeling the full flushed feminity of her body firmly pressed against his own. Bobby had always thought hellhounds to be brutes in every sense of the word, includuing their appearance and touch. Yet, there he was, touched by a body rival in sensation to pillows instead of being tossed around. An enticing voice whispering earnest needs instead of screaming them in violence. Bobby Jameson was being dominated in all the ways he was not prepared for...

~That fiery personality this 'someone' constantly shoves away under a mask of mediocrity, so convinced of my kind's malicious intents. No...this won't do, boy. This won't do at all. I. Want. All. Of. You~

"You can't be serious--

A soft pair of lips collides on his own, cutting his sentence short. All of the pent-up passion Jackie sought to live out with Bob spills over to the once uncaring man, overwhelming his nerves with the smooth, yet hot taste of a hellhound thoroughly driven in his body and mind. More so for Jackie, who at last, finds a purchase on her ever rising hunger for a fellow. A man. A male. A mate.

Minutes dressed as an hour pass as Jackie reluctantly moves her lips from a flustered Bob, his hold on his desire slipping further with every second. The lecherous hound moves away from him, even as her own hunger spat at that decision. She lays on the cold floor, inviting with every movement, all of it directed at Bob. Her jacket, wide open. Her shirt inside, slowly and meticulously torn open at the middle by a singular claw. Her pants, discarded and dragged to her ankles.

And, as the finishing blow, her underwear, one Bob was thinking all this time to be a boxer, naught but a sublime panty in gray, only just hiding the glistening womanhood behind, soaked.

"Not...fair" he utters, his resistance broken. His mask of mediocrity, shattered over his penting desire to give in his hunger. The hunger of mating with the woman laying before him.

~Yes...this. This is the man I want to see. A passive 'boytoy' as you would call it wouldn't have interested me. A hungry, lusting man, however...delicious. Better to dominate a willing husband through earnest feelings, don't you think?~

Jackie takes a hand to one breast, teasing him all the more ~Why brutalize a precious one...when you can claim him with your prowess, Hmm?~

"Not fair" he utters again, unable to process what he sees and feels. She has him where she wants. And worse, he wants it too...

Jackie finally 'finishes' him with a finger, once pointed at him, now gesturing in a 'come hilter', her pulp tongue passing through her lips ~Now...come. A woman awaits, boy...~

"Not fair!!" he lets out, his attire mysteriously discarded as he slowly walks toward the anticipating hellhound "You'll pay for...this".

~Come claim your coin, Bobby...~

-

The morning sees many waking up, still in thr arms of their co-joined mates. Or, at least it would have, were it not for the incredibly potent moans reaching most from the electronic store. A chorus refusing to dim down until at least one hour before dawn.

The scene befalling the closet could be compared to a room passing through a tornado in a box. A horror show for whoever is going to be using it in a near future as the place is littered with broken tools and displaced items. Wet stains on the walls, sticky puddles on the floor and a smell of thorough mating.

Jackie is currently sleeping over Bob, her naked body covered only by his arms, the two around her waist. Her legs, while closed, have a very strong smell following a very explicit puddle seeping out from between, leaking still to this very moment.

The sound of birds singing wakes the two of them, her first. Opening his eyes, Bob is welcomed with a wink from his 'hunter' ~Good morning, 'boytoy'~

"Uhhh". His stance defeated, Bob groans as the nearing prospect of her using this term, only to spite him, considering the weightless meaning it now has.

She continues ~Or would you prefer Bobby, hmm?~

"You know I don't like anyone calling out my full name".

~Ohh? That's too bad. I like the chime of that name, Bobby~

"Don't call me that. It's weird".

~A shame. As your newly dominant mate, I choose what I call you from now on...Bob. Like you've said so many times...~ She playfully poke him on the nose with a giggle before reaching for a morning kiss. Once he happily concedes despite his faked grumbling at the previous tease.

And then...the door opens.

"What in tarnations is this?!!!" an old voice yells.

An old man, the janitor, judging by his olive one-piece. His key drops at the sight of the lovers still basking in the afterglow. The walls, stained. The floor, stained. The aroma, dense in desire leftover. His tools, displaced. His day, a bad start...