This choice: You plan on getting to know Desire more. Hehe. • Go Back...Chapter #10A damnable inciting incident. by: ItsMe   When you wake up, you begin to realize how bored you are.
Your food store is full. and your stomach is only halfway done with its prize You can't eat, and there's no sense in stealing food for later. You get up and grab your canteen, taking a swig. A full rattis is a boring rattis. It's times like this that you'd run off the weight, the mouse will last you all day. There's nothing to do. Actually, there is. Desire.
You put on a pair of pants that you inherited. Damn thing is older than you, and pants that fit a rattis is as rare as a willing micen. Not only does it fit you, but it's specially made. It buckles around your hips and a utility belt is sown on it. It has many pockets and even a metal ring to hold your canteen. There's a large satchel in the back next to the canteen made to store food. You put bread in it, simple but it's spare calories. You wouldn't want to get the munchies when giving mouth hugs to Desire.
You buckled the belt and go on your way. You took your time going to the secret hatch. The longer you don't have to crawl around makes the day better. Finally you got to the hatch and opened it. You're back would start to ache if it wasn't for this being an almost every day occurrence. As you made your way to Desire's door, you heard a call for help. Your tail flinched, it was Desire. You charged as fast as your legs would let you. The call was heard once more, but cut off. When you made it to the door, you could see that it was broke off the hinges. You look inside, unable to enter without breaking the frame.
There was a cot and cushion in the center of a small room. To the right was a box that was turned over and food crumbs spill out of it. The dufflebag was also missing. There was a hallway that led down, and you were unable to see. "Desire?" You call for her. There was no answer. You called again, "Desire!".
"Garret!" a distant response was heard down the hallway.
You turn tail and run towards the noise. The long corridor was at least meters long, With twists and turns as well. You wont find her by sound, but by scent? You sniff the air, following wherever it leads you. You never traveled this far down before. You keep going until you reached a hub. It was a cylinder that you were able to stand in. There were at least seven hallways from this point on. There were three micen sitting with their feet dangling from a hallway above you. Their jaws dropped when they saw you, but none of them were Desire. You sniffed again. It was the arch to your left. You dash through it, until you felt cracks under your feet. This place isn't maintained by micen, it must lead out.
The scent was stronger, she's near! You can see two figures down a ways off. It's her! The mouse from the right pulls out a needle and pulls Desire in between you both. "Let go of her!" You growl from your throat.
"What are you?" She asked, turning the needle away from a gagged Desire's neck and towards you.
"Let her go." You command. Desire took this time to bow her head in and lash it back at her captor. He head collided with the others chin and she dived out of the way. You pounced and tackled the mouse with a needle while her guard was down. You held your teeth to her neck, making her try and pry your jaws with her hands.
A pair of hands grabbed your ears, pulling lightly. "Wait! I need her." Desire cried with the gag around her neck. She tugged lightly again, "I need answers, it's important." You sigh and let go of your prey, placing your hand down on her chest and pinning her to the ground.
Desire loomed over her, "Where the hell did the others go? Where did they take my kids, you slaver bitch?!"
"Let me go, and I'll tell you everything." The grey furred slaver cried.
"Tell me or he'll kill you."
"Kill me and you'll never know." The slaver responded with a dead stare.
Desire held her gave, before turning to you, "Release her." You turn to her and growl. What right does she have to tell you what to do? "Please release her?" she whispered. You toss the slaver to the wall next to you. "Gently!" Desire yelped in surprise, "Now where are my kids?"
"I think he broke a rib." The slaver complained, take a few breaths and placing a hand on her back, "The kids are going to be sold at Tara within a week. They're probably halfway there by now. Looks like you need my help even more, I'll take you there if you let me live."
"Tara? Where is it?" Desire demanded.
"I'll take you there, if you let me live." She repeated.
"Tell me, and you have my word I won't kill you."
"I'll take you there. If. You let me. Live." The slaver articulated.
Desire turned to you. "Kill her."
You turned to the slaver and grabbed her foot. You quickly drag her under your hunched body. "No! No! No! I'll tell you a shortcut!" she begged pushing your head away every time you go for the throat. You looked at Desire, she knelt down, "Tell me. Now!" "Go down this hall. There's a door with a red mark. Take it and it will lead you to a leona's living room. Go across the floor to the counters in the kitchen. Behind the counters, in the walls, is Tara. A slave colony, can't enter without a slave can't leave without one either. I have your word, now let me go!"
Desire turned around, "You have my word I won't kill you. But you don't have his."
The slaver's eyes widened. You opened your mouth and shove her head in. She cried in protest but you stepped back and pull her to her feet, allowing you to tare her clothes apart. You grab her waist and began swallowing her down as she began the old too familiar 'I'll do anything' skit. She was chubbier than Desire, but you wouldn't dare call her fat. Not that it matters, her pudgy belly in in your mouth, on top of your tongue, ready to enter your own. You gulped her down more and more, feeling your throat expand as you embraced her. Your stomach wasn't done with your past meal, so this one is in for a painful experience.
You close your mouth on the feet, swallowing them down. The slaver curled up in your gut. She squirmed, her muffled yells and pleas made it clear she wasn't enjoying the acids. You take a breather. You weren't hungry to begin with, but at least you had a meal.
You looked back at Desire. She had her ears covered and looking away. After a few moments, when she made sure there was nothing to hear, she let down her arms. She sat silently as she worked up the courage to say, without turning away, "I need your help."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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