Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20190310235303/@comment-36855838-20190311120551

When Rouge Howls of Passion sold over ten million units, I was understandably shocked, my son could suddenly afford to throw his money around like sand at the beach.

So when he had insisted on buying me a mansion, I talked him down to getting my home fixed up, and maybe helping me find a new special someone.

He had been dropping in every afternoon to help oversee the operation, and had been bringing excessive dinners each and every time.

I was understandably shocked when he came barging in in the middle of the night, panting and scrambling into his old bedroom.

Gasping out a choked, "Don't let them find me," he locked himself in.

Flabberghasted, I walk upstairs to close the front door, which he left ajar in his rush.

I reach the door, only to witness a sea of furred women, the moon full, their skin bathed in its milky glow.

They were unmistakably werewolves, but some of them wore what appeared to be capes.

No, those were wings.

Vampires combined with werewolves, and all dressed quite casually, though predictably showing off their skin.

Every member of the crowd clutched a copy of RHP, and many sniffed eagerly at the air, their noses glistened with an odd moist oily sheen, like that of regular dogs.

"He's definitely here, like the address records say!"

"Then who's at the door?"

I slam the door and lock it tight.

BANG

A pounding fist rattles the door, along with the house.

I slowly open it, hoping to avoid giving my son the cost of more rennovations.

I'm quickly snatched up by a vamp-wolf and carried aside while the majority of the crowd follows a few snifflers into the basement.

"I assume you're A.P. Hausen's father?"

"That's right!" I shake her hand from beneath her other arm, "The name's John Hausen, and-"

A chorus of moans as loud as the trains which often pass by my house echo up from the basement.

"Is he gonna be okay?"

She shrugs, as a few werewolves enter the house and detour towards us.

"I'd worry more sbout myself, if I were you."

And then sex.

The end.