User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Wurm Flamebiplane

I put the clone collar on her, then use the teleportation spell to warp her into the middle of the ballroom. There are surprised screams, then shocked ones, then wurms start coming out of the building. This is when we realise something's gone wrong.

The collar was only meant to make a dozen clones, but at least that many have come out of the mansion, not caring if they're going through doors, windows or walls. I grab the other collar and put it on, slowing time and going to investigate the situation.

When I look through a hole in the wall, I'm surprised, and mildly upset by what I see. There are many wurms inside the building, but not a lot of them are clones. The wurm wearing the collar is sitting in the middle of it all, looking around confused and horny.

I decide this must be something to do with the enchantment, and decide to go take it off. As my hand lays upon the collar, she reaches my speed. Upon feeling a touch on her she spins and pins me down, panting heavily.

"I don't know what's going on..." She mutters, shredding my clothes. "But I'm really horny right now... I'm going to fuck you, okay hubby?" Before I can start to protest she mounts me and wraps herself around me. We continue for what feels like hours, but in reality it's only a few minutes. The collar eventually stops working, bringing us back into the normal timeflow.

The wurm looks around, noticing all the still moving couples around us, then huffs. "How come they can go so long?" She whines, looking at me. I remember the collar and pull it off of her, then taking the collar off of my own neck. I tell her that we were going faster and harder than they were. She seems happy with that and snuggles back into me. I ask if we can maybe go somewhere more private, like my place. Her eyes light up and she nods vigorously.

"Yeah, yeah, let’s do that." I then take her home, looking up to where my friends are and giving them a nod. They promptly scatter to avoid being caught.

I end up taking the wurm back to my place, and we stay there and have another few rounds before snuggling up and drifting off to sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The next day people are looking for the ones who triggered the 'Wurm Epidemic' as it's being called. I promptly go to the merchant who sold me the collars, having my friends distract the wurm, who now sees me as her husband. When I approach her she smiles mischievously.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"So, the collar worked well then?" I glare at her. The collar was only meant to make a few clones of the one wearing it. What the hell happened?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh, it indeed was meant to make a dozen or so clones of its wearer. But it also generates a massive amount of the wearer’s energy. It was made as a more cost effective substitute for doppleganger potions." She said, looking me up and down. "So, putting it on a monster saturates the area in that particular monsters DE, and can cause these situations." I am barely holding back the urge to scream at her for not telling me this first, the fear that I'll be picked up by the guards is the only thing stopping me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I ask if the  other  collar had any hidden effects. She smiles again, and I instantly regret asking.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"But only that anyone in contact with the wearer is also brought into it's effect." Well, at least that effect was less hazardous. I put the collars down on the counter, and turnn to leave.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Now what am I meant to do with a pair of worn out enchanted collars?" I don't know, and I don't care. I was never here, and never knew anything about any enchanted collars.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I get home only to see some men go flying out of my house, my wife quickly following them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I'm not going anywhere until my husband comes back!" She shouts, that's when she spots me. She rushes over to me, tackling me to the ground. "Husband!" I look at the men, who I now realise are guards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Excuse me sir, but we believe this woman is the source of the epidemic that swept through the town last night." I nod, looking up at the wurm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I didn't do anything though!" She cries, eyes tearing up. "I was sleeping, then next thing I knew I was waking up in the middle of that orgy. I swear it wasn't me." I look at her, and curse my soft heart.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I look at the guards pleadingly, telling them that I went to the party to see what was going on, and she was sitting there, confused, horny and wearing a collar of some kind.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"A collar? Can you give us a description?" I nod, giving them an accurate description of the collar, and that I took it off of her and didn't see it again. They nod, then look at the teary eyed wurm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Okay ma'am. We're sorry for bothering you. We'll find the one responsible for this, don't worry." With that they leave, and I sigh in relief. I step inside my, broken, door, and survey the damage. My friends come out from hiding around the house, looking slightly terrified.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"We promise not to say anything. To anyone. Ever." One of them said, looking at the wurm. I sighed, telling them that they were never meant to be anywhere near the party, so they shouldn't know anything anyway. They nod, and sigh.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"So, what now?" One asks, and I look at my new wife. Now we pretend the whole thing had nothing to do with us, and act like everything's as normal as a wurm plague could be. They nod, and then promptly go home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Things slowly go back to normal, even if most of the town is reinforced to accommodate the new population. On the bright side, if anyone ever tries to invade us, they're going to have a hard time with it.