Safe Haven What Would You Do by Beyondrapture.
You are a citizen of a monster friendly state that has recently been invaded and occupied by order troops. Some serious shit's going down in Fictioniezia, the tattered remains of the national military have fled in disarray and the last remaining holdout in the area was shelled into oblivion two days ago. Order commisars have called for all mamono and 'collaberators' to be executed and death squads patrol the streets. Yesterday the Holstaur living next door was dragged into the pine grove behind your house, the gunshots don't leave much doubt about what happened to her. Late at night you hear someone pounding on your door. It's the Succubus who works at the local dive bar, scared out of her wits and white as a sheet. "You've got to hide me" she wails "I've got nowhere else to go." If you are caught sheltering her you will both be shot, if you turn her away her life expectancy is down to minutes. What do you do?
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I grab her wrist and drag her in. 'Stay in the broom cupboard under the stairs, I'll sort this out.'
She runs down the stairs. I look back to see an Order army approaching. They all have fire torches, swords, axes, guns, and bloodlust in their eyes.
'Did you see a succubus around here?' yells a brute of a man. He's huge, bearded, six and a half feet tall, and appears to have drunk beer and lifted weights since he was two.
'That's right, where's she?' howls a raucous voice. It's a woman of his size, shape, and looks. She looks like she swallowed a shark and it's showing on her face. 'Come on, you know all collaborators will be killed! And we have no tolerance for disgusting harlots who roam the streets and steal men. Those trollops corrupt the most holy, upright and honest of men into degenerates! We won't have it anymore, tell us where she is or die!'
I step aside and motion inside the house. 'Please feel free to search, good sirs and madames.'
The crowd pushes and shoves their way inside, shouting 'Death to monster bitches!', 'Kill those cunts!', and other rude, unbecoming slogans for the self-proclaimed honourable Order.
As soon as they're all in, I slam the door, lock it, and pull out a couple of Plasma grenades.
'Let's see how you swallow your own medicine, assholes,' I hiss, lighting them and dropping them at the entrance.
I run to the back of the house to a secret tunnel designed for escaping. Three seconds later, the whole house blows apart in a blue blaze of superheated plasma, the screaming of the dying Order bastards/twats filling the air.
'Huh.' I smirk. 'How does it feel when the boot's on the other foot?'
I reach the exit of the tunnel and tap the doors. They open slowly, revealing the succubus safe and sound.
