Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180118043914/@comment-36855838-20181205065554

"And he even comes with a leash!"

I glare at the offending yeti, but I soon lose my train of thought as she picks me up in a big squishy hug.

Her fur is so smooth, fluffy and soft, it feels like heaven.

I go slack in her embrace, and I'm soon carried off into a wooden basket, suspended by a rope on a pole and pulley.

We're slowly lowered to the ground, my neighbor, an oddly blonde succubus, sits beside me, working her slender fingers into my shoulders. She seems to know just the right spots, and soon the stress of life has somehow melted away.

We're soon seated in a rather large carriage, pulled by bicorns, of all things.

They and the yeti make our merry band of five, and as the yeti replaces our driver, I meet our sixth, a hellhound whose fur is long and silken, as that of some dogs can be.

She sidles up against me, sniffing eagerly at my face.

Her breath is almost uncomfortably warm, and she moves further and further, shifting up and then over until she's seated in my lap, facing across the cabin and staring at the odd succubus.

I feel the carriage roll slowly to a stop, and a grating, screeching sound echoes through the surrounding woods.

Yanking the hellhound's plush rear off my growing erection, I shuffle awkwardly to the front, the yeti pulls out a metal plate and extends her claws.

The grating noise tears at our very souls, and she simply giggles while she rends the metal sheet to scrap.

Our seventh member joins, a lamia who wears a thick red ribbon in her hair.

The Hellhound begins to look irked, and I hastily decide keeping my saviors happy is a priority.

I return to my seat, and begin the first of many sessions of lovemaking.

Three hours later, the poor wolf is begging me to give her rest, but the avaricious hands of a thief never tire.