Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20190103194943/@comment-36855838-20190104142100

I flip through the tome, and sure enough, it's a "charge" tome, so even I should be able to use it!

I tear out the page covered in wings, and rip it down the glowing golden line.

I immediately sprout white feathered wings, but I don't have time to learn to use them.

More pages pass undee my fingers, untill I find a page with no writing on it, only a barely visible line.

I tear the page, but nothing seems to happen.

As I resume my search for a useful spell, the door is kicked in, and far beyond it, a hillside barrow has been blown open, which even I would not touch due to rumors of a-

Dragon.

The same dragon who now stood before me, her expression slack and tired, her wings hung at her sides, and her posture stooped.

She shambled aimlessly through the small shack, but did not look at me, though I could see myself just fine, I realized I must be invisible.

I looked in the small mirror on the nearby table, and sure enough, none could see me.

I quietly turned the next page, but it made no sound at all, it was written with a spell to stop all sounds but speech.

I tore it along the blood-red line, and sure enough when I faked a cough and stomped my feet, she didn't react, but when I said hello, she whirled around!

I quickly moved to her side, standin just close enough to spread my body-heat to her.

She tensed, sensing my presence, but unaware of what I was.

Chuckling to myself, I left with the book, eager to try more spells.

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As I exited the shack, I saw a massive crowd of undead gathered around it, women with skin like mud, or chocolate, with large sharp teeth, women who weren't all there, and surprisingly. ..

Oh, fuck.

Matango, a matango had her damn fibers sunk into the legs of some poor undead, but they seemed to be getting along just swimmingly, the musgroom woman was gently caressing her carrier, and the two sat quietly on a flat grave.

I gave them a wide berth, the ground around them was coated in white powder, so thick it looked like snow.

My wings twitched involuntarily, and so I ran away, hoping that I hadn't breathed in the spores I had kicked up. ..

''But so what if I did, that mushroom was sexy, I'd be lucky to have her. . .''

I smacked myself across the face, I wasn't giving in that easil-

I want those mushroom tits, and I want 'em now!

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Needless to say, I ended up with my lovely matango wife, Susan.

Her friend joins in, of course, but I only have eyes for her.

It's not so bad, though, really, I've even started using my wings to help us get new friends.

Would you care to visit us, in our mushroom kingdom?