User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Werebat, Minotaur Flamebiplane

I look at the detonator, then at the two wrestling mamono. I'm surprised the werebat held up this well against the minotaur. I decide to hold the thing so that there's no chance of me accidentally hitting the button, and start thinking.

If I hit the button, the majorly human town will become filled with monsters and incubi, and life as we know it will be changed forever. If I don't, then things continue as normal, the people will continue to persecute the mamono of the city, and the thugs and corrupt leadership will be thankful.

I decide to ask the werebat just what she thinks of how the people treat her, getting a surprised look.

"What do you mean?" Well, I'm sure everyone in the city, hell, everyone in the kingdom knows who she is, and how many guards want her head on their sword?

"They do not matter. I fight for the common folk, not the guard!" The minotaur snorts, but I ignore her. If she wants to help the little people, how better to do that than to give them the strength to fight back? She takes a moment to think about it.

"But... but they could become just as corrupt as those currently in power..." I give her a stern look. Then the worst that could happen, is nothing changes. She looks at her enemy, who I can only imagine looks smug underneath that mask.

"Well... I don't... what about the people who don't want it? Who want to just be human? What about them?" They can leave, we'll send out a message that everyone who doesn't want to be changed can leave. No one will get hurt. She slowly nods.

"Okay. Okay, fine, we'll do this. But please, hand me the detonator." She approaches me, holding out a winged arm. I hand the detonator over and she slips it into her belt. The three of us walk out of the building and prepare for the coming events. We make sure the message gets out and alerts everyone to what's about to happen, then stand at where the bomb is.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I'm surprised to find out the 'bomb' is a collection of dark matters in a large container, vigorously going at it with their husbands. The minotaur waves us through a checkpoint set up around the weapon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"These girls and boys have been fucking like march hares for a month straight now. And every last drop of energy is in this here room. That detonator opens it up." She turns back to us. "Now I think we've waited long enough, don't you? Hit that button, bat." The werebat has a moment of hesitation, but when I put my hand on her, she relaxes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Okay." She hits the button and a slot opens on the top of the container. The resulting wave of black, oily energy that comes out is more than enough to saturate everything and everyone within the city, and probably a kilometre in every direction. Maybe we should have given them a bit longer to get away...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">That's the last conscious thought that goes through my human mind, as the energy instantly incubizes me and drives me into a frenzy, grabbing the minotaur and the werebat, and using the both of them without remorse.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The orgy that followed the 'detonation' lasted a month.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">When the dust settled and the last shot was fired, everyone was a monster or an incubus. And I'd been at the centre of the blast, making me the most powerful incubus in the city. I quickly took control, making sure the city didn't fall into absolute chaos after most of the city nobles fled. I established a new governing body, with a council instead of a lord, and made each seat represent a different work class.

<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">And evey day, after a hard days work, I'd go back to my home with my bodyguard, be greeted by my secret spymaster, and make beautiful, sweet love to both of them.