Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181023205113/@comment-36855838-20181026132758

Sweat dripping down my face, I run, cloth wrapped feet silent as owl wings in the concrete floored buildimg.

The two figures close in on me, my heart racing, I reach a dead end.

Turning around, I pull out a knife, and throw it.

A brown, shining hand catches it by the blade, and the two women begin to chuckle.

The other one rushes in, tongue out, and begins to lick the sweat from my face, her mouth oddly dry and stenchless.

Two feelers comb gently through my hair, and she moves to kiss me with her now salivating mouth.

More of the carapaced women skuttle around nearby corners to watch, our makeout session now witnesses by some two hundred voyeurs.

She breaks the kiss with a quiet pop.

"Darling, are you doin' okay?"

Her feelers sweep over my face, her expression worried.

I'd been shaking the entire time, these mamono were notorious for their filth loving nature, their greedy, locust-like lust, which chewed men up and spit them out.

"Y-y-you're devil bugs!"

My eyes wide, I stumble back against the wall, sliding to the floor.

"Yeah, so what? You really don't think everything's the same, do you?"

Another chimes in, a boy.

"It's been a thousand years, and we're still being judged based on a dusty old book. I'm living proof that change has come!"

I stare at him, wide eyed.

His short-cropped hair is snow white, his eyes bright, glowing red.

His feelers are long, slender, and delicate, his face the spitting image of his handsome father, the party leader.

His skin is a beautiful, chocolatey brown, like the woman who caught the knife, and his carapace is black, much like the suit jacket, pants, and tie he's wearing.

He walks right up to me, and holds out a hand.

"Hi there, I'm Damian! I don't know why you're here, but father tells us many things, and I know that the other people he cares about don't like us very much."

"That's a bit of an understatement, the name's Trevor."

I take his hand, amd he pulls me up gently.

"I can see my sister took a liking to you! Maria's a bit shy, so it's good to see her come out of her carapace once in a while."

He gently combs his feelers through my bespectacled assailant's hair.

It's only now that I notice the lovely summer dresses she and her mother wear, both the color of dandelion flowers.

She blushes, and gives him a tight hug.

Their Mother is next to speak.

"Let's talk on the beds, it's cozier there."

We walk to the center of the warehouse, and seat ourselves on the beds at the heart of what can only be described as a fusion of a colony and a human house.

Damian aside, there are at least ten other devil bug men, cuddling up with their loving wives and sisters sleepily.

More surprising is the manticore snoring soundly with her son in her arms, his tail swallowed up by hers, and his paws gently kneading her back with the soft pads.

Looking more carefully, I see a place that seems off, but as my eyes lose focus, suddenly a wave of sound assaults me, and the previously unoccupied beds are now full, their occupants mating furiously.

In a bed before invisible, in the very center, a white haired succubus is going at it with what could only be described as a hero.

The two spare me a sidelong glance, and she gives me a gentle grin.

They both wave, eyes full of love, before resuming as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, my eyes snap back into focus, and they're gone.

I'm standing, shaky on my feet, my hand still waving towards the empty space.

"Ah, so she wanted to say hi? That's not unusual, but it's still quite the honor!"

"Wh-"

I turn to Damian.

"Who was that?"

Maria speaks up.

"Oh, just the Maou, she's quite friendly, you know. And it seems she had quite the effect."

I look down, knowing my pants are already tented.

"Somebody that important is just here mixing with common folks?"

They both chuckle.

"Of course she is, you humans prefer distance, tests of faith, strong resolve. 'Monsters' have always favored a more. . . intimate approach."

Huh.

I sink onto the mattress.

"So uh, why can't I see her now?"

Maria glomps me.

"Simple, because you're not having sex!"

I give her a quizzical look.

Her mother, Janice, speaks up.

"Our Maou has decided on more moderate approaches since we started having boys as well as girls. It's not fair to those trying to sleep, read, or eat to have the noise, sight, and smell of sex constantly shoved down their throats."

I lay back.

"Makes sense, so if you don't mind my asking, what is this place?"

She gives a motherly smile, laying back on her bed.

"Just a place to be, to hang out or have sex, or eat, or read, or play. A place where human men don't worry about bringing their kids to because they won't see any sex here."

Will finish later. (-_-)