Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20181223053114/@comment-36855838-20190106160059

Content warning.

If you've read my stuff, you know this rodeo.

If not, consult the formula for tragedy, which as I see it, is:

-person wants thing

-getting said thing would clearly cause them and others pain

-they go ahead anyway

-it happens like we knew it would

---

"Alright Lester, follow me."

I lead my brother to our basement guest room, and flop into the leather armchair in the corner.

Tired from a long day with Airi, I slowly twist my fingers together, contorting my hands into complex shapes, eventually, I pick apart the knot in my mynd, and my fingers start to pass through each other.

A bit of muttering later, and the bed has made itself.

I levitate myself into a nearby wheelchair, too tired to stand anynore, and roll out of the room, placing a heavy paralysis ward over the room's perimiter, ceiling, and floor.

I then roll down the hall to me and Airi's bedroom, useful as Mamono Mana is for spellcasting, I need lots more of it if I'm going to combat a member of the blue lotus.

---

A lot of holstaur milk and sex later, I've persuaded Airi to get some rest and let me keep watch.

I seat myself again in the wheelchair, and slowly roll to into the hall, and sure enough, quiet as raindrops, a woman in a gorgeous blue dress comes down the stairs.

She walks right into the ward. . .and keeps walking.

Just as I begin to panic, a massive thud comes from the room.

I roll in to find her on the floor, tail caught mid-swish.

I hoist her into the air with a quick finger-waggle, and haul her down the hall.

Once I've reached the concrete wall in the unfinished part of my basement, I start tapping and muttering the story of how I killed a rabbit and made a stew.

The wall melts open, and I take the unfortunate woman into my workshop.

---

Odds and ends litter the shelves along the walls of the massive subterranean chamber, bottles litter the walls, filled with exotic ingredients.

I set the Kunoichi into a chair, and bolt her to it, releasing the paralysisward from the neck up.

I begin gathering ingredients deluxe holstaur milk, pulp of prisoner fruit, skinny-dipper's cabbage, a dash of cinamon-

"Who- oh, you're my man's brother. Hiya!"

She seems completely unfazed by her situation, but you never can tell with someone on a mission.

"Howdy, miss. . .?"

"Chuya!"

"It's a pleasure, Miss Chuya."

I set the mixture to cook into a proper potion, and turn to face her, and catch the cold, calculating look in her eyes, just before she assumes an innocent expression.

"So why am I here, Daniel?"

I feigh shock, and she giggles a bit, it's a soothing sound, but slightly strained, she's probably forcing it.

"I know all about you and your wife, it's why I'm here, after all!"

This is it, I drop all pretense, no more mr. nice wizard.

"Y'know, I'm not at all happy with this little game you lot are playing. You can say all you want of destiny, duty, and 'he's happy, what's the problem,' but I know what you're doing here."

"And I. Don't. Like. It."

I wheel back, having invaded her personal space in my outrage.

My arms shake on the wheelchair wheels.

I check the potion, still not done.

"I am already part of this stupid little game you and your clans are playing, but my kid brother? I refuse to let you make a pawn of him, and you won't even know I stopped you, little sister."

I begin twisting my hands together.

"When you wake up, you'll be part of our family, just like you wanted, but you won't be part of any other family, anymore."

A blast of orange light and a gust of wind wash her mind clean, all her memories gone.

Thankfully, a simple spell can teac her speech again, and I quickly set to work, rewriting my brother's fiancé.

I cry the whole time, after all, who else could weep for her now.

---

When I've finished preparing her, I speak up, my voice cracked.

"H-hi, sis."

She looks at me, puzzled, but concerned.

"Big brother, why are you crying? Who made you sad?"

Her voice is honest, and also adorable.

I roll over to her, loosing her from the chair, and she leaps into my lap.

I lie.

"Y-you don't remember Ch-Chuya? Y-you're sick, and you need your medicine. You haven't been taking it so brother got worried."

She looks down, false memories kicking in.

"Oh, right! My big boobies went away, and I asked big brother to make a potion to bring them back, so I cpuld finally seduce little big brother!"

I nod.

"Very good, drink up!"

I bring her a large bottle of the finished potion, the glass curves in the shape of a womanly figure.

"Bottoms up!"

She chugs the entire concoction in twenty seconds flat.

And with a few ragged breaths, shoves the bottle into my hands.

The batch I'd put on this evening finishes soon after, so I cool and bottle it.

Shhe drinks it just as fast, if not faster, and her curves are already coming in full force.

Her wide hips and respetable bottom fil out o perfection, and her breasts swell to rival a holstaur.

With a spring in her step, she moves towards the door, and I knock her out.

---

A few minutes later, the door's closed and she'es been placed in my bedroom with my wife, I plastered a note to her chest in a language she can no longer read, and cast aeavy sleep charm on her.

I then head off to break the news to my brother.

---

"Lester."

"Lester!"

I shake him, and he wakes.

"I caught your wife for you, Lester."

He gives me an incredulous look, and so I recount the events of the evening in summary.

"You do like girls with big curves, right? You always used to say that, so I gave her big ones."

He's drooling onto his shirt.

Mission accomplished,I guess.

"Remember, you're her 'big brother' and you were worried about her mysterious illness, and you're very glad so see she's recovered."

He nods, and so I go to fetch his wife.

I find Airi clutching a knife, pointed syraight for her chest, tears flowing down her face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, put that down, Honey, please."

She looks at me, I'll never forget that look, the terror in her soul, the tears running down her face.

"H-how m-much is a lie?"

Fuck.

"None of it, honey! None of it! I haven't lied to you since we met, I swear! No memory wipes, no nothing!"

I have a big glowing noose in my hands, and it sits around my neck, not tightening once.

"You see? The noose of lies does not condemn me, I told you the truth, so please put down the knife, before you do something only one of us will live to regret."

She sets it down, at last.

I quickly snatch it up and toss it into the hall.

I take the note and burn it with a snap, and set to work wiping Airi's tears.

"You had a problem, and so did I, we're not going to kill her, and I'd feel bad about sending her off to somebody else when she wanted Lester, so I tried for a compromise."

Airi gives me a sad look, before staring at the sleeping Chuya.

"Alright, time to set them up, can you get the doors?"

She nods, and I start levitating Chuya down the hall to Lester's room, I set her in bed next to him, and set the end of tye sleep spell for dawn.

It's all up to them, now.

---

I-uh.

I guesz that's a happy ending?

I dunno.

I'm good at misery, not so much at enduring the process of creating it.

So have this thing, I guess.