Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-460372-20190618023055/@comment-36855838-20190619050727

I tuck away the note and return to my fishing.

Later, my wife comes out to join me, and I carefully wrap my leg around hers while we sit at the edge of the dock.

"The sunset is always so beautiful here, darling."

I lean against her, my right arm around her waist, my hand ready.

"It is, somebody from your clan came by today, he had a message for you."

A single raised eyebrow, more expression that I usually get out of her.

"Here, I already read it."

I silently grasp the handle, as I hand the note to her, and her arms close in on it.

She opens the sheet, and just as her eyes go wide, I draw my arm back, slicing off her tail.

Black blood bursts from the tail stump like a geyser, and she howls as if she's giving birth.

I flick my wrist, and the blade lodges itself into a tree across the river.

She begins to regain her composure, and just as I grab her stunted wings, she grabs the severed tail and pins me with it like a garrote.

I choke out a miserable "Fuck," as my vision grows dark, and trying to push her off just gets me a generous fistful of breast, not exactly helpful. ..

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I wake in my bed, drenched in black blood, and otherwise naked below the waist.

My wife, Lady of the manor, sits at the foot of the bed, her tail regrown at twice the old length, and thicker, too.

The original hangs from the wall, the blade stabbed into my favorite painting.

"The messenger was a traitor, they sent him here to die."

I flopped back down, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh."

I coukd hear the grin in her voice.

"Nice ambush."

Looking up revealed the same stoic face as always.

"I learned from the best, dear."

She let me see her grin, and my heart melted.