User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Wurm AddictionInfliction

Prompt:Chosen

Well, shit. I look up at the bartender. "Can I get a quick drink?" He looked at me for a minute, then shrugged.

"If you can pay for it, sure." I hand over the money and he pours the drink. I take a quick swig, wincing at the taste. This was what everyone liked? Well, crap, that's a few coins down the drain. As I put the tankard down, the door burts open, my bride-to-be looking at me with a ravenous smile.

"I found you!" She squeals, lunging at me. I roll off the stool and make for the door, listening to the bartender shrieking as she plows through the bar. I don't go far, just a little bit into the woods nearby, out of sight of the village. I hear her coming up behind me and turn to face her.

"Why are you running?" She asks, head cocking to one side. "Don't you like me?"

"Well, I gotta admit, it's a bit of a surprise that you picked me. Didn't even think you'd notice me out in the fields." She grins, wiggling a little like a cat about to pounce.

"Well, you were always so busy. I knew you were the one for me, but I didn't want to interrupt you. Now, hold still, please?" With that she leaps at me, tackling me to the ground and wrapping as much of herself around me as possible.

"Well, it wouldn't have hurt to call out once in a while, you know? Just give me a little hint that you were watching me?" She looks at me, confused.

"You couldn't tell? I always wagged my tail when I walked passed your fields." Apparently she's not a dragon, she's a cat. I just smile and pat her on the head.

"Well, I guess I'm yours now, huh?" Her entire face lit up and she squealed with glee.

"Yay, husband!" She cried, burying her head into my neck and rubbing up against me. "You know what a couple does on their wedding night, right?" She asks, looking up at me.

"Can I make a request?" She nods, still beaming, "We do this in a room. Prefferably yours?" She nods, unwrapping the two of us and lifting me up.

"You got it!" She then speeds the two of us through town, to the mayors house, where her parents were waiting for us. As we passed them, her mother grabbed her by the tail, bringing the two of us to a sudden stop.

"Oww... mum!" She whined as her mother approached us.

"Now, darling, what did we say about rampaging through the house?" She asks, smiling happily at the two of us.

"That only kids are allowed to." Her mother nods.

"And if you have this young man with you, you're not really a kid anymore, are you?" She shakes her head, looking up at her mother happily. "Now, be careful, don't break the bed, or the walls, or the floor, or your husband." My eyes widened at that last request, but as I opened my mouth to ask my bride blurted out a quick thank you and took off for her room again.

There was maybe three minutes between me being thrown on the bed, and my clothes being scattered around the room in tatters. The best way to describe that night was simply; No rest for the weary. When I wake I'm clutched my the wurm in a warm spooning position, her tail wrapped around my legs and her arm my torso.

I try to wriggle out of her grasp, but only end up with her tightening her grip and mumbling "nooo...." So, I lay there for several more minutes, used to being up and working by now, but feeling like I've worked through the night. When she does wake up, she looks at me and grins.

"Husband." She murmurs, snuggling deeper into me.

"I need to get up." I say, earning a grumbled response.

"But you're cuddly...." I roll my eyes.

"And my farm needs tending. There's a reason I'm always in the field." She grumbles again, but then the door to her room opens, her father standing in the doorway.

"Come on, dear, the man needs to do his work. If you're careful you can help him." The voice of her father seemed to get her attention, and she let me go.

"Okaaayy...." She mumbled, getting up. The mayor threw me some clothes, with a smile.

"Don't worry, I know how it is, you have breakfast ready, if you want some." With that he stepped out, leaving us to get dressed.

I was never one to turn down good food, and as it turned out my wife's mother was quite the cook. I quickly ate, thanked the family for the food, and went out to my field. What I'd forgotten was my wifes excitability at getting to help me work.

I spent the walk trying to work out how to harness the wurms desructive strength. After a few minutes standing at the gate I had a plan.

"Dear, could you go grab that cart for me?" I asked, pointing to the large cart I usually had the horse pull through for me. She brought it to me without the slightest hint of struggle. I have her draw the cart in front of me, letting it water and fertilize the ground as we walked.

"So is this what you do all day?" She asked, looking back at the heavy cart.

"No, this is just the first job. And then there's the harvest season, and the sowing season. They're both a bit more work, but there is a reason I'm out here all day. Plants need to be watered, fertilizers need to be spread, and pests need to be managed. And that's just the day-to-day, not including the constant maintenance and special care some of these plants need." I look back to make sure she's still behind me, and see she's just following behind me, eyes wide in awe.

"You are so cool." She breathes, looking like she's about to pounce on me again.

"Hey, if you want to get it on, my only request is that we don't do it in the field, I don't need that tail of yours tearing up the crops." She nods, smiling at the idea.

"Yeah...." And she's daydreaming. Great. On the bright side, she's a strong worker, and come harvest she'll be a great help getting the crops off.