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transformation, monster girl, litrpg, virtual reality, adventure, manticore, catgirl, mermaid, futanari, holstaur
Now we're getting somewhere.
Despite my intrigue over what appeared to be a core questline, I was still staring down an extremely cautious, potentially dangerous, holstaur woman who outmuscled me at least four to one and had me in the palm of her hand, literally.
And knew I'd been rummaging around her head...
Gulp.
Note to self: Walk very carefully when dealing with her.
My feet dropped firmly onto the floor and I sucked in glorious oxygen. Roslyte had decided I'd had enough laid me to the ground, and released her hand from around my neck.
She gave me a speculative look, her tail flashing through the air behind her matronly thighs. "I'm gonna go get my things packed. Be ready to leave in the morning." She started to leave but then turned back towards me. "And if you tell
anyone
who I am there will be
hell
to pay."
I waved my hands in front of my chest as if to say, "Why, I would never even consider doing such a thing madam."
Shoot. There goes my way back in with Gwen. The only one who might have a chance against the
literal
demigoddess who'd taken an interest in me.
Retiring for the night, I flopped into bed, the six hours of sleep passing in a very literal blink of an eye. Sunlight peeked through the curtains of my room and I donned my clothing and descended from my room back to the common area, where I promptly spotted Gwen.
The red furred woman with silver armor was now sitting in the common area, a sack of some sort of food resting by her table as she scowled, ripping off pieces of what looked to be cinnamon roll and popping it into her mouth and staring at me. Approaching the table carefully, I gave her a nervous little wave. She glared at me, pausing with a half-eaten piece of food in her mouth. She swallowed, squinting at me suspiciously as I stood there awkwardly.
"What do you want?" she asked sharply, tearing off the last piece of her current cinnamon roll and shoving it into her mouth before reaching into the sack for another.
"It seems we can't quite find our footing together," I said ruefully.
Quirking her eyebrow, she stopped munching on her tasty smelling pastry.
"What I mean by that," I continued hastily. "Is that I feel the need to apologize profusely for the way I left you hanging yesterday. I kinda got... caught up in something," I said, rubbing my neck awkwardly."
She smiled, laughter skipping across her face as she smiled. "I heard about your encounter with the town champion. A bit too much of a stallion was she?" she teased, taking a giant bite of cinnamon roll, fangs clacking as she ate, smugly grinning the entire time.
"I gave as good as I got... And I just realized you're talking about the fight and not what happened after. Am I as charismatic as I feel right now? Because..." I let my breath out in a whoosh. "Man I seem to be channeling Bogart like a champion," I finished sarcastically. Taking a seat, I weathered Gwen's cackling laughter. She slapped her thigh in amusement, her ears perking up from where they'd been plastered to her head.
"Here take a cinnamon roll," she said, tossing it to me. "It might stop you from saying dumb things."
"There's little chance of that," I snorted. "I manage to say dumb things through all sorts of situations. Regardless of what's in my mouth..." I let that statement sink into the atmosphere.
Really soak in.
Stew for a moment.
We both looked at each other and said nothing but our eyes told me we both knew.
I took a bite of the cinnamon roll and smiled at Gwen, my cheeks puffing out, stuffed with pastries.
And Eve laughed. She laughed and laughed, the sound reverberating through my internal ears, interrupting any other thought I might have.
"Right. I literally don't know what to say to you after that," Gwen said after an appropriate period of time had passed.
"I would appreciate it if we never spoke of that again."
"Oh no. I'll definitely be bringing that up later. But I need some time to process my thoughts. What I'd like to talk about is the busty holstaur who's currently standing at the entrance to the inn and watching you
awfully
close."
"Oh. She's a new acquaintance whose asked me to do her a favor and wants to travel with us... I mean me," I said, unsure if she still wanted to travel with me after everything that had happened.
"Wipe that expression off your face Chance, you are amusing and I still have a feeling that you'll help me find the person I'm searching for. You can't get rid of me just by missing a lunch date. You'll have have to try much harder," she said, stroking her long braid of hair in her paws.
"Speaking of helping-"
"You might want to consider the consequences of telling the lovely young Gwen the identity of a certain milk poisoning
demigoddess.
Consequences like having a hoof shoved so far up your ass you won't be able to walk or sit straight for a week... Actually, never mind, continue as you were."
Eve said jokingly, reminding me of Roslyte's threat just in time.
"Roslyte, the holstaur you mentioned, asked me for my help with something after I've completed my current quest."
"Quest? When did you get one of those?" Gwen asked, dropping her braid, eyes flashing with excitement.
"Right, I haven't mentioned that. I'm supposed to go to the cemetery and deal with whatever is making trouble there."
"Sounds good. Alright," she said, popping up off her chair and tossing the final bit of pastry into her mouth, crumpling up the sack, and tossing it into a trashcan in one smooth motion. "Let's do this," she said, heading for the exit and the toe tapping Roslyte.
I followed after, an uncomfortable feeling sitting in my gut at the silent deception, meeting up with them after an exchange of simple introductions. Gwen took the lead, evidently familiar with the location of the cemetery while Roslyte trailed behind a short way, examining Gwen's butt, giving me a wink and licking her lips provocatively. Her tongue draped out as long as I remembered in the vision and teased me by tickling the swell between her breasts for a moment before retreating. Arousal flushed through my body and my cheeks heated up as we continued to walk a steady pace.
We were walking side by side in a comfortable silence when Gwen suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, sniffing around for a minute, before continuing walking.
"Are you okay? What was that about?" I asked, curious about her strange behavior.
"I'm fine. It was just..." she trailed off looking at me as a sly smile crossed her face. "I just smelt something on the wind but it was nothing for me to be concerned about."
Warning claxions were blaring in my brain.
Battle stations! Man the battle stations!
Every time I'd seen that look on someone's face it promised no good to me.
"Like that time your friend let you try his dad's ghost pepper hot sauce."
Everything tasted like cardboard for a week and a half. I still don't think that jolly ranchers taste the same after that day.
"That's just growing up."
Sour green apple is still the best.
"I don't know how we sense the same taste buds but you can still manage be so wrong. It is a scientific fact that watermelon jolly ranchers are the best."
Whatever,
I thought at Eve with a grin,
just be on the lookout for anything suspicious, I don't want to be made the fool.
"Too late,"
Eve shot back.
"And too easy."
I chuckled along with her as I kept my eyes peeled on the sides of the road.
Five minutes down the road, it was my ears, and not my eyes that saved from being made the fool, when a creature pounced from the grass line with a feline yowl. Calico fur graced the creatures tufted ears that popped from its head, pinned back in concentration as it sailed through the air and tackling me to the ground. With my senses on high alert, I had just enough time to spin into the maneuver so that I landed atop the smallish cat girl. She looked a little like Gwen's cousin or something with fur tufted arms, legs, and the catlike tail that writhed behind her; they differed in the intelligence and compassion that sparked in Gwen's eyes, my new attacker only having animalistic rage and naked blood lust. It was sort of off putting considering she was otherwise quite cute.
Fine. That's how homie wants to play it that's how homie gonna get it.
"Snnnk,"
Eve snorted. I couldn't help the grin that crossed my face as I threw the catgirl away.
Gangster isn't really a good look on me, is it?
"No it is not,"
Eve confirmed, holding back laughter.