This choice: Part 2: Dealing with slavers • Go Back...Chapter #3Part 2: Dealing with slavers by: ItsMe   After lying down, you drifted soundly to sleep.
"We're almost there." Sven climbed the pipe until he got to a wood splint that he soundly rested his feet on.
"Finally," Fleta answered. Fleta can remember every step of the way from Kert. Two weeks ago she walked through the slums of that hell hole. She found out her sister was being held as a dancer for the most 'luxurious' casinos. Even though she works there she barely has enough money to eat twice a week. She remembered she had to pull what strings she had to get Claude to talk to her.
Claude owns all of Kert. Casinos, bars, 'gentleman's club' and everything else that makes a big profit answer to him. She walked in his manor as he accepted her request to see him. "So Fleta," he said whilst biting in an apple slice, "I assume you're here for your sister- Olivia? Olsa?"
"Olive." Fleta answered.
Claude shook his head "No real matter, she seems to be a fan favorite. I hear plenty of my guards talk about her. You'd understand that I'd have to ask something impossible of you."
"Name it." Fleta said with confidence.
"Stories from Nomads and traders alike say that there are monsters that are as tall as dozens of micen. I'll give you three of my soldiers and what you will do is prove if they exist."
"How the hell can I do that?" Fleta interrupted, slightly angered.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Calm down. You remind me of my son. Bring me one of their hairs. Specifically, one from their fur. Go talk to Sven." Claude gestured Fleta to leave.
Felta couldn't believe how long it has taken to find this monster. In the previous auditorium, the populace suggested not to bother with the one they call 'Risa' and suggested she came here to a see a "Solace". Fleta followed Sven out the hole and felt the marble counter under her feet. After her came Lamar and Haley, the two other micen assigned to take care of Fleta.
"What's that?" Lamar, a very young mouse boy, tan and first mission ever assigned to him, pointed out down the counter some ways and
"It's another colony." Haley, a dark brown mouse with stripes down her back answered. "Leave them be, we're looking for a monster hundreds of tail lengths tall. I'm sure she won't be there."
"Alright, this is our stop, Fleta." Sven, a tall, built brown mouse stated "Go and get what you came for, we'll be at the colony until you come back."
Fleta said her goodbyes and climbed down the counters using the drawers under it. She stalked across the tiled floor until she reached a carpeted area. To a random guess, she headed to the closest door. A few minutes later, she saw a large wooden tower, and In the middle of the room was a large cushion. Perhaps the biggest she has ever seen. After finding nothing, Fleta was about to leave the room until she heard breathing.
The Solace must be on that cushion she thought. She headed to it and scaled the blankets. It was a high fall, one Fleta isn't willing to take. She finally got to the top, and shivered at what she saw.
The stories were true. The Solace was as big as what the stories said. Fleta took a step back as she admired the body before her. Most of it was covered by the blankets, however it's head was sticking out. Fleta stepped toward the only way she can save her sister. The breaths the creature took almost knocked her over. Fleta got a good look: It had purple hair that stopped around its neck; blue fur covered most of its body, and surrounded its white underbelly; it's snout was short with a black nose, but it's muzzle looked big enough to engulf her entire body. Fleta inched ever closer. The mouth was slightly separated. Fleta was so close, she can almost peer inside. She grasped a single fur and hesitantly tugged lightly.
You blink yourself awake, forgetting your dream. You look down and see a micen tugging at your fur just above your mouth. "Got it!" she said as she plucked a hair. You open your mouth and surround the micen with teeth and saliva. "AH! No!" she screamed. Your jaws lock in a position in which the micen still has space to move, but still can't escape. "No! Let me out! Please!" she begged. "I'm sorry!"
"How about you start naming everything you did wrong." you growled
The mouse was silent after a quick gasp. "I'm sorry for intruding!" Your jaws close slightly for every apology she gives until she names them all. "I'm sorry for trespassing! I'm sorry for waking you up, and for pulling out a hair!" Your jaws close around her, the tail still sticking out
"And I'm especially sorry for waking you up!"
You tasted her. She had a backpack on, along with more skin showed than clothes. The micen is drenched in your saliva and ready to be swallowed...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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