Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20180522135451/@comment-34904368-20180523122224

I walk into a house and shut the door. They can’t fly their jet packs in here, and they’re slow otherwise.

Good, that’s done.

I began to panic. This was a goddamn buisness suit! I had Chanel, Dior, and Prada products in the same bag for my wife! I dashed down the street, watching as that one slug tailed me. I could smell the jet fuel.

With a tacing heart, I dived into the masses, tripping someone up, to cause a distraction, and dashing down to the subwaytunmels. There, I jumped the tracks to another platform, and hid in a small athroom stall.

All was sa-

I heard the sound of thrusters roaring as the persistent slug hoverd over near my location. Last resort. I flashed out my ring.

“I’m MARRIED! You Wouldn’t ASSULT a MARRIED MAN, WOULD YOU?”

“Harem” she breathed, before tackling me to the ground. I was ttrapped! I hoped to hell I-

All lf a sudden, a small plrtal opened on the other side of the room, amd a succubus stepped out.

“Honey, please get that thing off you, you look like a slimy mess!” my wife yelled.

“TERESA! I’M A LITTLE OCCUPIED!”

“Okay, Mr. A Little Occupied,” she joked, and tossed some salt on my attacker. She instantly shrunk and I got out. “God, you are a mess. When you get home, you are having a bath and that’s that! Then, you show me what you got, and I’ll show YOU something~”

I was ushered through the portal as red as a beet.