Talk:Manticore/@comment-198.54.211.2-20150502185329/@comment-26219553-20150503102606

"Uh, hi." Not the most impressive of responses to a marriage-or-rape ultimatum, but it's hard to think when a mamono's broken into one's flat, watched one beating it off from the shadows and issued a Life Choice on the spot. "You're gonna barb me, aren't you?" I say, scrambling upright and pulling my boxers up.

Closing the distance, she sets down her gifts on the windowsill before plopping down next to me and giving me a peck on the cheek. "Only if you force me to." she says, flashing a deceptively innocent smile as she rests her paw on my knee.

"I'll try not to, then. How long do I have to decide?" I ask, as much legitimately evaluating the pros and cons as I am stalling for time. "Five." she responds. "Five what? Minutes?"

"Four." she replies, breaking into a diabolical grin as her barbed tail inches closer to my arm.

"Three, two, o-"

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'LL COME QUIETLY, PLEASE DON'T BARB M- AH!" I yell, before being cut off by a painful pricking sensation and a sudden rush of heat through my body.

"Whoops. Sorry about that." she says, although the grin lingering on her face suggests she's anything but. Pushing me down onto my back, I'm powerless to resist as she pulls my shorts off and tosses them across the room, before lining her tail up with my rod. Shuffling herself up my torso,  the last thing I hear before her lower lips descend upon my face is a soft whisper by my ear. "Let me make it up to you before we go home..."

"Husband."