What the hell are you doing here?
Your mind chews on this question every minute when you are sitting in a muddy circle with other prisoners.
You had joined the city militia to defend against an army of monster-women; fancy way to hit your 18th birthday. Taking up your sword and shield, your worried parents sniffled and hid their tears as you manned the city walls. Priests chanted liturgies as sling rounds rained upon the city, shattering into green mist, weakening everyone that breathed it.
Days passed, and every day you beat back attacking mamono, hordes of squealing young girls with the constitution of mountains trying to ram the gates.
Then a stray ballista round burned the granary. Oops. Quarter rations of barley per day won't feed you.
Then they charged again, finally overwhelming you with sheer strength, fists, claws, and... kisses. You black out...
Your hands are loosely bound in front of you, with a mix of monstergirls, some monsterish and some motherly mamono women gently watching over the group of prisoners. Each are armed with varied armaments, looking over you defenders, bruised but alive, sitting in a circle inside stockades.
Wait... no one is dead. Just bruises, injuries, and some of the badly injured defenders are being treated in tents...Just what happened?
Undisciplined but mighty, mamono women laze around, some aiding the injured and some celebrating with beer plundered from the city stocks. Large fires are lit to warm against the night. All of you, the injured defenders, men from all ages, talk to each other confused.
Then the air of celebration seeps to the vanquished as well. Weakened by the siege, you feel hungry as hell. Suddenly, a large minotaur girl gruffly instructs you lot to spread out. Her bored but cautious look is in contrast by the cheery Holstaurus girls bringing baskets of sandwiches, freshly baked and prepared.
"Here you go, lads. It would be cruel not to feed you after weeks of siege"
Hot food! Not to mention kind words and warm faces. Gratefully you receive yours, a large cheese-and-chicken sandwich (no beef...go figure) The mature Holstaurus smiles at you and even pats your head.
"There's more coming, and more if you be a good boy, alright?"
Some moments of eating and drinking , you feel warm and happy. Now the interesting thing is, some mamono women beckon to the guard and point to some prisoners. Afterwards the minotaur girl walks up to them and demands they follow the "nice lady to be questioned about a few things."
Obviously, none of the lads are refusing. Why not? From the dopey smiles they return with, you can figure out why. The bad thing is, you heard that the Dukesguard, all-female paladins are to be enslaved. This unsettles everyone: everyone has a relative there, so people chatter, until a black robed slaver mamono, a large Red Oni assures it will be indentured servitude, redeemable in cold hard cash or labor and only done locally. None of the former Dukesguard women are to be exported as souvenirs.
Still, you have your bigger sister there. You respectfully approach the black robed mamono. With a worried but hurried voice, you ask her of your big sister in Dukesguard.
"Got three hunnerd' gold pieces for the ransom, lad?" The husky Red Oni asks you gruffly, picking her teeth with a dagger from a meal of whole chicken.
Her body is just the right voluptuous size without looking freakish, clad in tigerskin, the monsterwoman looks at you with disdain.
"N-no, miss... but wait! Can't there anything be done?!" You nearly panic. Seeing big sister on the auction block or doing chores for a monstergirl would not sit well with your family.
Scared and really desperate despite the initial well treatment, you snap.
"Um...TAKE ME INSTEAD!" You shout in panic.
Suddenly the Red Oni bursts into laughter. Her friends follow...you are dying of shame. She leans forward, her red skin and generous bust overshadowing you.
"Alright lad... here is the deal. You just sit there and we'll see if some of the mamono claim you as a husband, we basically do these raids to get husbands and living space for mamono sisters. If so, she will be lodged with your family as a new live-in bride, and your sister is released. If not..." She chuckles.
"We take you away. You may not see your family for a long time...deal? Think on this carefully. You look like a nice guy and the Dukesguard girls aren't going anywhere, just work here to pay for the General's war chest."
"Yeah, we win, we make the rules and take the taxes!" Another Blue Oni nods at her.
You interrupt. "No." You say. "She doesn't deserve this. I'll cover for her."
Both Oni nod at each other respectfully; and as if the heavens sent a message, you hear a shrill voice:
"You! Human boy! With the bandanna!"
...
...
Or maybe the message was from hell.
It's a Hinezumi. Damnit. Wait, TWO Hinezumi.
Hinezumi: you heard that name before: mouse-like mamono of the east. Cute women that could pass for humans if their mouse ears and feet could be concealed, were the initial fighters you had faced during the siege.
Two mouse-girls, one larger than the other and both with a cloak of fire, angrily march towards you.
They stomp towards the prisoner stockade, causing some lads to spread in fear. Their faces are a mask of anger with hands glowing with fire. Two eastern women, clad in strange red robes, sandals and metallic staffs, each look ready to fight to your eyes.
Both look related, most likely mother and daughter. You remember the daughter:
You were under her last night, wet and afraid. That's what had exactly happened. She starts shouting at you, in a squeaky voice, her cute face contorted by anger.
"You! Cowardly boy! You poured water on me when we raid wall!" She squeaks in anger. Her cute mousey ears twitch in anger as her fists glow, her cute , lithe body hugging her robese.
You remember...
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The mamono planned a night raid to disrupt the defenders...