Talk:Alp/@comment-26120285-20160525043539/@comment-27800590-20160604004831

I slowly try to back out of the bar, inching closer to the door, before one of them shouts. "He's trying to get away!" And I'm suddenly buried under a large number of very horny alps. By the time they're done I'm an incubus and it's over  week later (we were a pretty busy bar).

Most of the alps go out to find husbnds, but a dozen decide I'm a perfect husband for them. I'm then mobbed every time I go to work, as our clientelle are now all female, and my job title quickly changes to entertainer. I'm not as troubled by this as I once was, though my harem always wants to reaffirm who's married to me after work.