Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20170929133302/@comment-33398500-20180108065014

Well, this day took one hell of a crazy turn...

It started, at first, as more or less normal: really boring, but nothing very bad happening. However, in my boredom, I ended up literally going to take a hike, wanting some time to think in peace, walking quietly through the woods, dressed for the current frosty weather.

As I continued through the woods that were relatively close to my house, I started to think quietly while I walked. It had been some time since I had gone for such a walk, I used to do it all the time back when I was a kid, but nowadays I had been too busy to do so. Now that I was back here, even with the weather, I found I had missed these kinds of treks.

Strangely, as I walked through the woods, I could hear the echoes of moans carrying on through the woods and in the nearby hills: doubtless mamono that lived out here and were getting ready to stay in all winter now that it was getting colder. As the moans echoed around me while I walked, I found myself thinking about what it might be like if I were to actually find a mamono to take home with me, or possibly, to go home with to wherever she lived, shaking my head abruptly at this. I can’t think like that! No matter how lonely things got!

As I continued through the woods, I stopped, as a rustling in the bushes nearby caused me to stop abruptly. Now standing there, curious what might be nearby, rustling leaves combined with grunts of effort as someone came out of the bushes and onto the trail I was walking down... and not just anyone, a mamono!

Looking her over a moment as I stood quietly, I tried to figure out what kind she was: long floppy ears and large fluffy legs... she must be a wererabbit!

Strangely, the wererabbit didn’t notice me as she made her way down the trail, hopping along and shivering every so often as she made her way through the trees. Curious now where she might be going, and not at all intrigued by the rhythmic shifts of her body as she hopped along, I followed her quietly. Every step, I was certain her ears would perk up and the jig would be up, but this didn’t happen. She took no notice of me as she continued along toward her destination.

It was a rather strange feeling, following her and watching her acting completely naturally, and her not knowing I was here... okay, that sounded rather stalkerish once I thought about it, but then, that was pretty much what I was doing. Not that I was at all tempted to let her hear me so I could give her my scarf or something to help her warm up...

It felt like hours that I continued after this wererabbit, intrigued by her, until I lost her eventually when she went around a bend in the trail, and then seemed to simply disappear.

It took me a moment to look around in order to see what part of the woods I’d ended up in, only realizing now that not only had I lost the wererabbit, but I myself was COMPLETELY lost...

Then again, anyone would be lost when surrounded by strange-looking trees and... pink water?! Well, either there was some kind of horrible chemical leak, or I was in a place I REALLY didn’t want to be. Then again, it felt like there was a strange warmth that seeped through the entire area, an idyllic sense that seemed to float around like an aura, filling me with a strange sense of calm even with the rising dread of knowing EXACTLY where I was.

Wonderland.

That horrible place that I’d heard of, and had dismissed as an absurd story that couldn’t possibly exist. After all, a realm in which the inhabitants pretty much lived solely for sex seemed like some kind of nightmare for someone foolish enough to end up there... Not that I was afraid of the idea of sex at all... no, too much of a good thing, though...

This was my thought process as terrifying images of being swarmed by mamonos as soon as I was spotted creeped to mind, especially as all the inhabitants were mamonos from the way the story went, and people ending up there was literally the ONLY way that any males were there for them to actually have.

This nervousness was only increased as I looked up, spotting what looked like large, pink birds circling above me, as if waiting for me to make a move.

“Well, this is great...” I muttered to myself “Not only am I lost in wonderland... but the wonderland equivalent of vultures are circling above me...” though with the trees, it was possible they actually didn’t see me.

<p class="MsoNormal">However, even as my gaze continued to be skyward, the moaning I heard before was back. Except, when I heard it before, it had been distant, scattered, and relatively controlled. Now it was loud, seeming to come from every direction, and downright frantic.

<p class="MsoNormal">At this point, I found I was unable to control my legs as some horrible, curious part of myself started to compel me to walk toward where it sounded like part of the moaning was coming from. “It can’t possibly be EVERY inhabitant like that, right?” I thought aloud, hopeful I could speak to someone reasonable about getting home somehow.

<p class="MsoNormal">As I crested a small hill, hiding behind a giant mushroom, I looked out, and saw the source of the moaning... and it was EXACTLY as I’d feared. There seemed to be a guy with an outright CROWD of mamono around him, all of them piling onto their shared mate and using him at the same time, only one actually mating with him, the rest idly grinding themselves against his body. ‘Seemed’ felt like an accurate word, as I couldn’t even see anyone under the mob of lecherous mamono.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Like what you see?” 

<p class="MsoNormal">Upon hearing a strange, female voice whispering to me, I jumped with a start, turning around to see...

<p class="MsoNormal">Nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What the-?” I thought quietly “Where did that come from...?” Looking around a moment, something in me then cranked my head back around, compelling me to watch the debauchery now taking place in a nearby clearing. I couldn’t even make out what each mamono was, seeing as each of them was strangely different from any mamono I’d ever seen in my life...

<p class="MsoNormal">Not that I’d seen that many, but one did occasionally see them regardless of efforts taken to avoid it, being told shyness was only something the more aggressive mamono liked, and I didn’t want to end up anyone’s toy.

<p class="MsoNormal">I never mentioned it, but I always had this idealistic image of finding a nice girl, romancing her and eventually giving myself to her, which seemed to clash with the idea of these monster girls even under normal circumstances...

<p class="MsoNormal">“''And yet you keep watching them... how lewd~”''

<p class="MsoNormal">As this voice spoke again, a warm pressure came against my shoulder, causing my head to turn again, now coming face-to-face with a pretty young woman with a mischievous grin: a werecat maybe? “Umm... hello... can I help you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Maybe...” the girl started quietly in response. “...but that can wait until later, since it looks like YOU need help more... you’ll draw every mamono in the region smelling as pent-up as you do... I see the Jubjubs are already looking for you~” she then continued, pointing up a moment at the circling birds.

<p class="MsoNormal">Wait... now that I got a closer look at them, I could definitely spot skin that stood out from the pink: pink harpies? That’s what’s been circling me? “Great...” I muttered sarcastically. “I have no intent of being gang-raped by mamono who make a guy their shared mate...”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You sound like you have pretty low view of us...” the purple werecat then commented, suddenly appearing on my right side, having been to my left a second before. “...what if I told you I know that lovely family down there, and that guy WANTED all those mamono wives? He said something about ‘bringing joy to as many as possible’... was tempted to take him up on it myself...” she then commented, with me currently trying not to look at the fact she had a hand down at her own crotch, continuing to watch the group go at it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why didn’t you, then...?” I ask, annoyed, trying to shift away from her, only for her to re-appear on my left again to get ahead of me: how does a werecat teleport!?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because I didn’t want to be a face in the crowd for my man... maybe with one or two others I could accept... I mean, most mamono in wonderland have to accept sharing their husband, but I don’t want to be one of so many he might forget my name... you’d be amazed how many times my friends have called me ‘Emily’ instead of ‘Emilia’... besides...” she then started as an after-thought “...he already has a Cheshire guide...”

<p class="MsoNormal">Nodding slightly, I replied “I can understand that... I know I wouldn’t want to be one of a crowd of guys when I meet a nice girl...”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Again with the sharp tongue, I would thinking watching sex would put someone in a better mood... though from your smell, I’d say you are...” she giggled, looking me with an expression of base hunger. “...but, if you wanna end up a jubjub perch, that’s fine, I can take a hint...” the strange werecat then told me, looking somewhat huffy at this point from my words about mamono, getting up and starting to leave.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You know... let’s make this more interesting...” the werecat then spoke from an upper branch of a nearby tree. “He’s over here, ladies!” she then shouted, calling up to the birds, who then, to my immediate horror, started to dive in toward the mushroom I was hiding under, the group nearby either not knowing or not caring that anything else was going on. “Good luuuuck!” she called with a grin gracing her features.

<p class="MsoNormal">Seeing the two pink blurs darting toward me, I stood quickly, now sprinting away from the area, Emilia now appearing in each tree I passed, watching me with a grin on her face, almost looking as if she were calculating not IF I would be taken while here, but HOW MANY would do so! She was being direct with ‘not wanting a crowd’ and thus must be trying to think of the ideal number to lure in!

<p class="MsoNormal">However, as I managed to dart into a nearby cave, I was knocked to the ground by a sudden impact: Emilia had stopped me from going deeper into the tunnel. “Where are you going?” she asked with a giggle “Two adoring young women are almost on you, why leave?” pinning me where I was with her strength, which was a lot higher than I’d been expecting.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because I don’t want to be raped by strangers!” I then admitted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh? Is that all? Well, I’m afraid this won’t stand... as your tour guide, I won’t rest until you’ve seen all that wonderland has to offer~ First stop, Jubjubs~” Even as she said this, her weight suddenly disappeared from me, immediately replaced by the weight of the two pink, absurdly-busty harpies that had jumped on me, currently fighting over which would get to have her way with me first.

<p class="MsoNormal">“''Seriously girls? Just share your new hubby, and you’ll both get to have him inside you...” ''Emilia’s voice then echoed through the cave, the relative relief of having them delayed by their own excitement then yielding to the two jubjubs quickly doing something I couldn’t get a good glimpse of, before a disappointed-sounding jubjub started to position herself over my head while the other kept me down. “Don’t worry, darling, there’ll be alot more to see, and definitely much more fun to be had in this journey through wonderland~” Emilia then told me, getting less and less discernable as my purity was forcibly yielded to the moaning jubjubs, a third warm form rubbing against my leg.

<p class="MsoNormal">Yeah, no idea how I’ll get out of this one...