Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-38248322-20190122210402/@comment-36855838-20190123041951

I wake with a pounding headache, the shafts of light which hit my face are few, but infuriating.

The cart rumbles to a stop in a few minutes, and a guard opens the metal cabin to let more prisoners in.

As the others settle into their seats, I can't help but stare at their faces, pure terror haunts their features.

"What's got you lot so glum?"

The door slams shut, and we begin to trundle along.

"Monsters, we're being sacrificed to monsters!"

The voice is not at all what I imagined would come from the scrawny boyish man next to me, it's deep and rumbling.

"Monsters, you say? That would make sense, and here I thought the guards just had a subjugation fetish."

The silence grows stifling.

"Anybody seen a monster before, like in person?"

Silence again.

"You all went to scroll school every twixtday, didn't you?"

Several affirmative grunts echoed in the cabin.

"Well, aren't you boys in for a nice surprise! I'll tell you now, monsters are nothing like what they say in the church."

The atmosphere lifts slightly, curiosity evident in the scuffle of feet turning towards me.

"I had the good fortune to meet a barmaid out in a border village ages ago, she had been rather homely according to old friends, but in the year before my arrival, it had seemed puberty had been very generous."

The others were leaning in.

"In actuality, she was turning into a succubus!"

A collective gasp, and then silent, rapt attention once more.

"I know this, because I was staying at the inn with my brother that year, and she took an immediate liking to him. They flirted long after the bar closed, and when we finally went up to our room, she followed us up!"

The cart jumped upon hitting a large stone, and everybody took a moment to settle back down.

"She brought this basket of odd fruits with her, and she couldn't stop eating 'em! She had sex with my brother while devouring fruits like a starved hound eating a sirloin!"

I paused for dramatic effect, somebody coughed.

"And while they were goin' at it, she sprouted wings and a tail! Started licking his face and kissing him, sayin' stuff like 'more essence,' and, 'your soul's strength.'"

The cart was suddenly getting colder, and the light had vanished, the sound of dripping water echoed, loud but distant.

"They wouldn't stop fucking, I swear, took 'em two days to cut it out. She finally let 'im up long enough to stuff his face and both of them to go to the hole, but then they started right back up, just in a different position!"

"And she didn't eat his soul or something?"

I settled back against the cool metal.

"If she's eatin' his soul, either she's stalling, or she's the world's slowest damn eater. We went to that inn twenty years ago, and I was out drinking with my brother last night! His hair'd gone white, and his eyes were kinda all black, but he was doin' alright otherwise, he'd even muscled up!"

The cart pulled to a stop.

"I guess we're at the jail?"

I could smell it, the stench of unending sex, and an underlying floral scent.

A guard screamed, and the doors were rent open, a dragon with tattered wings snatched up scrawny, and several other monsters came to claim the others.

Sure enough, a barrier sealed them in this massive cavern, and the cart was now a wreck.

Small windows dotted the high walls of the cave, ballistae and canons sat in each.

A tall fortress sat crumbling in the center of the space, coated in thick vines which sported stamenless flowers.

The monster who grabbed me was a minotaur, and after lugging me to a bed of thick vines, flowers, and straw, She thoroughly educated me on the particulars of her body.

Soon, we were falling aslee-

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I woke to find myself pinned under the minotaur, her face nuzzled gently against me.

I embraced her gently, and drifted back to sleep.