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CYOA Badluck Femanon Ch 22

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Chapter 22
>You’re not exactly sure what to believe right now.
>Especially the whole raping you while you’re asleep.
>But you’ve had these sorts of dreams before.
>Never quite as vivid.
>But it makes sense.
>You hear Discord out.
>”We’ve run into a problem and it’s delaying your rescue.”
“Come again?”
>”Chrysalis has partially destroyed one of the elements of harmony. You remember, she turned the other half of the Element of Kindness to obsidian?”
>You nod.
>”We trying to reverse it but so far no luck. That’s put a damper on things. You see, none of the other Elements will work until we make Kindness whole again.”
“Why can’t Celestia use her magic?”
>”Chrysalis is growing stronger from stealing energy from you two. Right now, she’s more powerful than both Luna and Celestia combined.”
>Well that sucks.
>”What about you? Aren’t you a god?”
>You stare at Mara.
>”Yes?”
>”Why aren’t you just storming in here? Can’t you just destroy all of the changelings?”
>”My magic is limited right now.”
>Your stare shifts to Discord.
>Limited?
“What are you talking about?”
>”It’s rather hard to explain.”
>”Just tell us the short version.”
>Discord sighs.
>”Chaos can only exist if there is harmony to wreak havoc on.”
>You’re getting tired of never understanding anything.
>”I can only use the magic of chaos if there is harmony. Since the Elements of Harmony aren’t whole, there is no harmony to be found. No harmony? No chaos.”
>Damn.
>”That sucks.”
>”Yes. It quite unfortunate.”
“So... where does that leave us?”
>”It leaves you stranded here until we can find a way to fix the elements and rescue you.”
>You groan.
“Isn’t there anything else? Like... fuck, didn’t Cadence and Shining Armor stop them before?”
>”If Princess Celestia and Luna aren’t powerful enough, Cadence and Shining Armor won’t fare much better.”
>You grumble.
>You can’t just give up.
>”Can’t we get help from somewhere else in Equestria? Or maybe even outside of it?”
>Discord shakes his head.
>”Your only shot at escape is the elements. The magic of friendship is quite possibly the only thing powerful enough to stop Chrysalis and her army.”
>Fuck.
>”We’ll keep working on repairing Kindness. But for now, you’ll be stuck here.”
>You let out a scream of frustration.
>”We’re doing everything in our power, believe me.”
“Believing in you doesn’t get me out of here.”
>Discord sighs. He undoes Mara’s bindings.
>”I know, things are looking bleak. I’ll be popping in every now and then to give you an update.”
>You nod.
>”Also, one last thing... we can’t let the changelings know I was here.”
>Discord kicks Mara to the ground and surrounds him with a cloud of smoke.
>”This is just a suggestion, but you two might want to take up roleplaying.”
“... what?”
>”Mara, make sure to transform into me and take my spot.”
>Mara growls.
>Wait, what is he talking about?
>The walls around you start cracking.
>”Anon, don’t freak out. Just relax.”
>The world around you starts to fade.
>Discord sighs.
>”You know Anon... you really are quite lovely...”
>The dream collapses.
>You feel a sharp pain in between your legs.
>Your eyes fly open.
>Discord is on top of you.
>Inside you.
>Oh god.
>He clamps his paw over your mouth and gives you a wink.
>He pulls out.
>A sudden flash of light illuminates the cave.
>It quickly dissipates.
>You open your eyes slowly.
>Discord slides his cock back into you.
>”Anny...”
>What?
>You stare at him.
>Mara?
>Fuck.
>Mara slams himself into you and puts his mouth to your lips.
>You feel his beard tickle your neck.
>You let out a soft muffled moan.
>You break away from his kiss.
“Y-you’re... so dead-ahh... after this.”
>Mara ignores you.
>”Sorry Anny, but you’re just so... captivating.”
>He even sounds like Discord.
>This is so... bizarre.
>He’s hitting you deeper than before.
>It feels... good.
>Fuck.
>His arms grab your hips.
>You shudder.
>This is ridiculous.
>You focus on breathing.
>Clearing your mind.
>You ignore everything.
>And hopefully this will end soon.
>The occasional feeling of pleasure creeps up on you.
>But you shut it out.
>This is not how you want to be woken up.
>Or how you want to be treated while you’re sleeping.
>And you most certainly are not going to enjoy it.
>Mara finishes up and cuddles against you.
>You let him.
>You just focus on breathing.
>You aren’t going to get angry at him.
>Or Discord for that matter.
>You’re just happy it’s over.
>”It’s just some roleplaying... you don’t have to get all worked up about it.”
>Easy for him to say.
>He’s never on the receiving end.
>Mara transforms back into his usual ghostly self.
>You hear footsteps just outside the door.
>It’s Bambi and Nemo.
>At least, you think it is.
>You can’t tell.
>The defining traits they had are completely gone.
>In fact, they look bigger to you.
>”Are you-...”
>”-alright?”
>Wait, what?
>They can talk now?
>Their voices are dry and airy.
>As if their throats had holes in them.
>Somehow, you’re not very surprised.
>Mara laughs to himself.
>”That’s a first.”
>You scowl.
>He’s definitely reading your mind again.
>They glare at him.
>”We have-”
>”-a request for-”
>”-the human.”
>They’re speaking in that annoying manner where they finish each other’s sentences.
>You roll your eyes.
“Alright, shoot.”
>”Will you-”
>”-feed our young?”
>You blink.
>What?
“What do you mean by feed?”
>”Give them prana.”
>Prana?
>”Make them strong.”
>They bow their heads to you.
>You blink.
>You aren’t sure this is a good idea.
>The two of them nearly killed you moments ago.
>Or... however long ago it was.
>You had no idea how long you were asleep.
>You look at the two changelings.
>”See them.”
>”Give them strength.”
>They’re bowing towards you.
>Eyes closed.
>As if they were begging.
“I-...”
>You don’t know how to respond.
>They raise their heads and look at you.
>”You understand?”
>”Our young need food-”
>”-and if we do not give them nourishment-”
>”-they... will die.”
>You stare at them.
>What?
>You freeze.
“Die?”
>Your voice is shaky.
>One of the pair goes back to the tunnel.
>And they return.
>With a tiny little changeling, carried by the mouth.
>Its eyes are clamped shut.
>It’s so fragile looking.
>Weak.
>Nemo, or Bambi, you can’t tell which, sets the tiny creature on the bed in front of you.
>You can’t look away.
“How do I even...?”
>Nemo... you think it’s Nemo, grabs your hand with his hoof.
>He gently pulls it to the child changeling.
>You’re inches away from touching it.
>Nemo lets go before you do.
>You hand hovers for a moment.
>Touch?
>You have to touch it?
>”Makes sense...”
>Mara says.
>Fuck.
“... if I do this, I want the two of you to answer a few questions. Truthfully.”
>They nod.
>You take a deep breath and reach out.
>You carefully place your fingers on its back.
>Almost immediately, feel your energy being sucked away.
>Not as quickly as before.
>But you can slowly feel yourself growing tired.
>You can see the changeling squirm under your touch.
>You hold your breath.
>Is what you’re doing even working?
>Its eyes slowly flutter open.
>It yawns.
>And looks at you.
>You see a fang slowly grow from his mouth.
>He gives you smile.
>You breathe.
>Okay...
>”You okay?”
>Mara asks, placing a claw on your shoulder.
>You nod.
>”Then let go.”
>What?
>”He’s fine now. Let go.”
“He’s not-... I have to-”
>”There are millions of changelings in this cave, and more hatching soon. You’re going to kill yourself doing this.”
>You shake your head.
>”Let go.”
>You reluctantly pull your hand away.
>The changeling shakes its head, and tries to stand.
>It stumbles, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.
>You grab it, and pull it towards you.
>Mara sighs.
>”Fine... don’t listen to me.”
>You won’t.
>You pull the changeling into your arms, and give it a hug.
>When they’re so helpless like this... you can’t help but feel sorry for them.
>You keep him in your arms for a few minutes.
>The holes in his legs start to patch up.
>His fangs become razor sharp.
>And he grows.
>When he gets to be the size of a large dog, you put him down.
>He shakes his head again.
>Looks at you.
>And gives you an affectionate lick on your face.
>”Thank you.”
>He gallops away down the tunnel.
>You stare at him until you can’t see him anymore.
>You fold your arm over the other, rubbing it nervously.
>It’s all about survival.
>Survival.
>That’s why they want you.
>That’s why you’re here.
>You shudder.
>The death of millions of changelings?
>That’s a huge burden.
>You almost want to sympathize with Chrysalis.
“... so about those questions.”
>Mara?
>You let your thoughts resonate in your mind.
>He looks at you.
>Good, you have his attention.
>’Relay the information to Discord... or whoever.’
>He gives you a light squeeze on your shoulder.
>”Ask what you want.”
>”We shall try to answer.”
>You don’t know what to ask.
>You have so many questions.
>You take a deep breath.
“Well... I’m getting sick of calling you Bambi and Nemo, so let’s start with your names?”
>”We do not have titles.”
>Really?
>”You are free to call us however you like.”
>You start thinking.
>You’ve never named anyone.
>Let alone a changeling.
>Changelings were sort of scary to you.
>Not that they looked scary.
>But they had the power to be anything they wanted.
>Maybe you should give them some quirky, badass names?
>You point to the shorter of the two.
>Bambi, you guess.
“Feral.”
>The other.
“Eisen.”
>You look at them.
“That okay?”
>They look at each other, shrug, and nod.
“Anything I should know about you two?”
>Eisen jerks his head to the other.
>”He’s a soldier.”
>Feral looks at his friend.
>”She’s a worker.”
>She?
>You facepalm.
>How the fuck are you supposed to tell the difference?
>”They’re changelings? Maybe you can ask one of them to change their voice?”
>You look at Mara.
>You know, that’s not a bad idea.
“Can you do that?”
>Eisen nods.
>You hear a screeching noise coming from her mouth.
>”Is this suitable?”
>She sounds much softer.
>You nod.
>It’ll do.
“Okay... another question. Do changelings feed on anything else other than love?”
>They tilt their head.
>Feral nods.
>”We feed only on love.”
>Okay.
>That’s what you were expecting.
>Though you were hoping that they would eat up hate.
>Or friendship.
>Twilight and the others have loads of that.
“If something happens to Chrysalis, what will happen to you?”
>They narrow their gazes at you.
>”Nothing will happen to our Queen.”
>You gulp.
“H-hypothetically speaking? I just want to know...”
>Eisen glares at you.
>”One will take her place and continue as she did.”
>”Though it will never happen because NOTHING will happen to our Queen.”
>You’re surprised.
>Is it really that simple?
>You were expecting something like, “if Chrysalis is dead, we would die too.”
>Isn’t that how a hive works?
>Kill the head, the body dies?
>That’s what would have happened in a movie or novel back on Earth.
>You frown.
>This complicates things.
”Can-... are you able to transform into other things? Besides ponies?”
>They look at you and take a step back.
>One of them transforms into a young dragon, similar to Spike.
>The other one morphs into you.
>You stare at your copy.
>Shit.
>That really complicates things.
>You look at them carefully.
>Feral’s copying your every move.
>Is that really what you look like?
>You feel kind of embarrassed, seeing your naked body move that way.
“One... one last question.”
>They flash green, returning back to their normal bodies.
“Can you overfeed on love? Or maybe store up on it?”
>If so, you’d graciously donate all the love you could.
>Though you have no idea how you would do that.
>Your fingers are crossed.
>They look at you carefully.
>”No.”
>...
>Shit.
>They want to keep you forever.
>Or at least until you die.
>That... sucks.
>You sit in silence for a few moments, taking it all in.
>Hopefully Mara’s paying attention.
>A thought passes through your head.
“Wait, hold on. Why do you need Mara then?”
>The changelings look at you.
“You can absorb love from me directly. Why did Chrysalis want to use an incubus?”
>”We... do not know.”
>You feel uneasy.
>They don’t have an answer.
>It’s bothering you.
>Why would Chrysalis use Mara?
>If every single changeling could just steal the love straight out of you, why bother having Mara at all?
>You look at Mara with concern.
>Is she planning on using him?
>You can almost hear her saying something.
>Always two steps behind.
>Did she plan for this from the start?
>Mara doesn’t seem phased by this at all.
>”I’ll be fine Anon. Just worry about yourself.”
>You open your mouth to retort.
>Just then, your stomach growls.
>You sigh.
“I’m sorry, one more... what’s for breakfast?”
>Feral disappears.
>He comes back with a stone bowl filled with leaves and small berries.
>Fantastic.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any strawberries, would you?”
>Feral shoots you a look.
>You give him a shrug.
>Eh, you tried.
>”I will search for them.”
>Really?
>He disappears down the tunnel.
>You smile.
>At least they were trying to be hospitable.

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Chapter 22

>You’re not exactly sure what to believe right now.
>Especially the whole raping you while you’re asleep.
>But you’ve had these sorts of dreams before.
>Never quite as vivid.
>But it makes sense.
>You hear Discord out.
>”We’ve run into a problem and it’s delaying your rescue.”
“Come again?”
>”Chrysalis has partially destroyed one of the elements of harmony. You remember, she turned the other half of the Element of Kindness to obsidian?”
>You nod.
>”We trying to reverse it but so far no luck. That’s put a damper on things. You see, none of the other Elements will work until we make Kindness whole again.”
“Why can’t Celestia use her magic?”
>”Chrysalis is growing stronger from stealing energy from you two. Right now, she’s more powerful than both Luna and Celestia combined.”
>Well that sucks.
>”What about you? Aren’t you a god?”
>You stare at Mara.
>”Yes?”
>”Why aren’t you just storming in here? Can’t you just destroy all of the changelings?”
>”My magic is limited right now.”
>Your stare shifts to Discord.
>Limited?
“What are you talking about?”
>”It’s rather hard to explain.”
>”Just tell us the short version.”
>Discord sighs.
>”Chaos can only exist if there is harmony to wreak havoc on.”
>You’re getting tired of never understanding anything.
>”I can only use the magic of chaos if there is harmony. Since the Elements of Harmony aren’t whole, there is no harmony to be found. No harmony? No chaos.”

>Damn.
>”That sucks.”
>”Yes. It quite unfortunate.”
“So... where does that leave us?”
>”It leaves you stranded here until we can find a way to fix the elements and rescue you.”
>You groan.
“Isn’t there anything else? Like... fuck, didn’t Cadence and Shining Armor stop them before?”
>”If Princess Celestia and Luna aren’t powerful enough, Cadence and Shining Armor won’t fare much better.”
>You grumble.
>You can’t just give up.
>”Can’t we get help from somewhere else in Equestria? Or maybe even outside of it?”
>Discord shakes his head.
>”Your only shot at escape is the elements. The magic of friendship is quite possibly the only thing powerful enough to stop Chrysalis and her army.”
>Fuck.
>”We’ll keep working on repairing Kindness. But for now, you’ll be stuck here.”
>You let out a scream of frustration.
>”We’re doing everything in our power, believe me.”
“Believing in you doesn’t get me out of here.”
>Discord sighs. He undoes Mara’s bindings.
>”I know, things are looking bleak. I’ll be popping in every now and then to give you an update.”
>You nod.
>”Also, one last thing... we can’t let the changelings know I was here.”
>Discord kicks Mara to the ground and surrounds him with a cloud of smoke.
>”This is just a suggestion, but you two might want to take up roleplaying.”
“... what?”
>”Mara, make sure to transform into me and take my spot.”
>Mara growls.
>Wait, what is he talking about?
>The walls around you start cracking.
>”Anon, don’t freak out. Just relax.”
>The world around you starts to fade.
>Discord sighs.
>”You know Anon... you really are quite lovely...”
>The dream collapses.

>You feel a sharp pain in between your legs.
>Your eyes fly open.
>Discord is on top of you.
>Inside you.
>Oh god.
>He clamps his paw over your mouth and gives you a wink.
>He pulls out.
>A sudden flash of light illuminates the cave.
>It quickly dissipates.
>You open your eyes slowly.
>Discord slides his cock back into you.
>”Anny...”
>What?
>You stare at him.
>Mara?
>Fuck.
>Mara slams himself into you and puts his mouth to your lips.
>You feel his beard tickle your neck.
>You let out a soft muffled moan.

>You break away from his kiss.
“Y-you’re... so dead-ahh... after this.”
>Mara ignores you.
>”Sorry Anny, but you’re just so... captivating.”
>He even sounds like Discord.
>This is so... bizarre.
>He’s hitting you deeper than before.
>It feels... good.
>Fuck.
>His arms grab your hips.
>You shudder.
>This is ridiculous.
>You focus on breathing.
>Clearing your mind.
>You ignore everything.
>And hopefully this will end soon.
>The occasional feeling of pleasure creeps up on you.
>But you shut it out.
>This is not how you want to be woken up.
>Or how you want to be treated while you’re sleeping.
>And you most certainly are not going to enjoy it.

>Mara finishes up and cuddles against you.
>You let him.
>You just focus on breathing.
>You aren’t going to get angry at him.
>Or Discord for that matter.
>You’re just happy it’s over.
>”It’s just some roleplaying... you don’t have to get all worked up about it.”
>Easy for him to say.
>He’s never on the receiving end.
>Mara transforms back into his usual ghostly self.
>You hear footsteps just outside the door.
>It’s Bambi and Nemo.
>At least, you think it is.
>You can’t tell.
>The defining traits they had are completely gone.
>In fact, they look bigger to you.
>”Are you-...”
>”-alright?”
>Wait, what?
>They can talk now?
>Their voices are dry and airy.
>As if their throats had holes in them.
>Somehow, you’re not very surprised.
>Mara laughs to himself.
>”That’s a first.”
>You scowl.
>He’s definitely reading your mind again.
>They glare at him.
>”We have-”
>”-a request for-”
>”-the human.”
>They’re speaking in that annoying manner where they finish each other’s sentences.
>You roll your eyes.
“Alright, shoot.”
>”Will you-”
>”-feed our young?”
>You blink.
>What?
“What do you mean by feed?”
>”Give them prana.”
>Prana?
>”Make them strong.”
>They bow their heads to you.
>You blink.

>You aren’t sure this is a good idea.
>The two of them nearly killed you moments ago.
>Or... however long ago it was.
>You had no idea how long you were asleep.
>You look at the two changelings.
>”See them.”
>”Give them strength.”
>They’re bowing towards you.
>Eyes closed.
>As if they were begging.
“I-...”
>You don’t know how to respond.
>They raise their heads and look at you.
>”You understand?”
>”Our young need food-”
>”-and if we do not give them nourishment-”
>”-they... will die.”
>You stare at them.
>What?
>You freeze.
“Die?”
>Your voice is shaky.
>One of the pair goes back to the tunnel.
>And they return.
>With a tiny little changeling, carried by the mouth.
>Its eyes are clamped shut.
>It’s so fragile looking.
>Weak.
>Nemo, or Bambi, you can’t tell which, sets the tiny creature on the bed in front of you.
>You can’t look away.
“How do I even...?”
>Nemo... you think it’s Nemo, grabs your hand with his hoof.
>He gently pulls it to the child changeling.
>You’re inches away from touching it.
>Nemo lets go before you do.
>You hand hovers for a moment.
>Touch?
>You have to touch it?
>”Makes sense...”
>Mara says.
>Fuck.
“... if I do this, I want the two of you to answer a few questions. Truthfully.”
>They nod.
>You take a deep breath and reach out.
>You carefully place your fingers on its back.
>Almost immediately, feel your energy being sucked away.
>Not as quickly as before.
>But you can slowly feel yourself growing tired.

>You can see the changeling squirm under your touch.
>You hold your breath.
>Is what you’re doing even working?
>Its eyes slowly flutter open.
>It yawns.
>And looks at you.
>You see a fang slowly grow from his mouth.
>He gives you smile.
>You breathe.
>Okay...
>”You okay?”
>Mara asks, placing a claw on your shoulder.
>You nod.
>”Then let go.”
>What?
>”He’s fine now. Let go.”
“He’s not-... I have to-”
>”There are millions of changelings in this cave, and more hatching soon. You’re going to kill yourself doing this.”
>You shake your head.
>”Let go.”
>You reluctantly pull your hand away.
>The changeling shakes its head, and tries to stand.
>It stumbles, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.
>You grab it, and pull it towards you.
>Mara sighs.
>”Fine... don’t listen to me.”
>You won’t.
>You pull the changeling into your arms, and give it a hug.
>When they’re so helpless like this... you can’t help but feel sorry for them.
>You keep him in your arms for a few minutes.
>The holes in his legs start to patch up.
>His fangs become razor sharp.
>And he grows.
>When he gets to be the size of a large dog, you put him down.
>He shakes his head again.
>Looks at you.
>And gives you an affectionate lick on your face.
>”Thank you.”
>He gallops away down the tunnel.
>You stare at him until you can’t see him anymore.
>You fold your arm over the other, rubbing it nervously.
>It’s all about survival.

>Survival.
>That’s why they want you.
>That’s why you’re here.
>You shudder.
>The death of millions of changelings?
>That’s a huge burden.
>You almost want to sympathize with Chrysalis.
“... so about those questions.”
>Mara?
>You let your thoughts resonate in your mind.
>He looks at you.
>Good, you have his attention.
>’Relay the information to Discord... or whoever.’
>He gives you a light squeeze on your shoulder.
>”Ask what you want.”
>”We shall try to answer.”
>You don’t know what to ask.
>You have so many questions.
>You take a deep breath.
“Well... I’m getting sick of calling you Bambi and Nemo, so let’s start with your names?”

>”We do not have titles.”
>Really?
>”You are free to call us however you like.”
>You start thinking.
>You’ve never named anyone.
>Let alone a changeling.
>Changelings were sort of scary to you.
>Not that they looked scary.
>But they had the power to be anything they wanted.
>Maybe you should give them some quirky, badass names?
>You point to the shorter of the two.
>Bambi, you guess.
“Feral.”
>The other.
“Eisen.”
>You look at them.
“That okay?”
>They look at each other, shrug, and nod.
“Anything I should know about you two?”
>Eisen jerks his head to the other.
>”He’s a soldier.”
>Feral looks at his friend.
>”She’s a worker.”
>She?
>You facepalm.
>How the fuck are you supposed to tell the difference?
>”They’re changelings? Maybe you can ask one of them to change their voice?”
>You look at Mara.
>You know, that’s not a bad idea.
“Can you do that?”
>Eisen nods.
>You hear a screeching noise coming from her mouth.
>”Is this suitable?”
>She sounds much softer.
>You nod.
>It’ll do.
“Okay... another question. Do changelings feed on anything else other than love?”
>They tilt their head.
>Feral nods.
>”We feed only on love.”
>Okay.
>That’s what you were expecting.
>Though you were hoping that they would eat up hate.
>Or friendship.
>Twilight and the others have loads of that.

“If something happens to Chrysalis, what will happen to you?”
>They narrow their gazes at you.
>”Nothing will happen to our Queen.”
>You gulp.
“H-hypothetically speaking? I just want to know...”
>Eisen glares at you.
>”One will take her place and continue as she did.”
>”Though it will never happen because NOTHING will happen to our Queen.”
>You’re surprised.
>Is it really that simple?
>You were expecting something like, “if Chrysalis is dead, we would die too.”
>Isn’t that how a hive works?
>Kill the head, the body dies?
>That’s what would have happened in a movie or novel back on Earth.
>You frown.
>This complicates things.
”Can-... are you able to transform into other things? Besides ponies?”
>They look at you and take a step back.
>One of them transforms into a young dragon, similar to Spike.
>The other one morphs into you.
>You stare at your copy.
>Shit.
>That really complicates things.

>You look at them carefully.
>Feral’s copying your every move.
>Is that really what you look like?
>You feel kind of embarrassed, seeing your naked body move that way.
“One... one last question.”
>They flash green, returning back to their normal bodies.
“Can you overfeed on love? Or maybe store up on it?”
>If so, you’d graciously donate all the love you could.
>Though you have no idea how you would do that.
>Your fingers are crossed.
>They look at you carefully.
>”No.”
>...
>Shit.
>They want to keep you forever.
>Or at least until you die.
>That... sucks.

>You sit in silence for a few moments, taking it all in.
>Hopefully Mara’s paying attention.
>A thought passes through your head.
“Wait, hold on. Why do you need Mara then?”
>The changelings look at you.
“You can absorb love from me directly. Why did Chrysalis want to use an incubus?”
>”We... do not know.”
>You feel uneasy.
>They don’t have an answer.
>It’s bothering you.
>Why would Chrysalis use Mara?
>If every single changeling could just steal the love straight out of you, why bother having Mara at all?
>You look at Mara with concern.
>Is she planning on using him?
>You can almost hear her saying something.
>Always two steps behind.
>Did she plan for this from the start?
>Mara doesn’t seem phased by this at all.
>”I’ll be fine Anon. Just worry about yourself.”
>You open your mouth to retort.
>Just then, your stomach growls.
>You sigh.
“I’m sorry, one more... what’s for breakfast?”
>Feral disappears.
>He comes back with a stone bowl filled with leaves and small berries.
>Fantastic.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any strawberries, would you?”
>Feral shoots you a look.
>You give him a shrug.
>Eh, you tried.
>”I will search for them.”
>Really?
>He disappears down the tunnel.
>You smile.
>At least they were trying to be hospitable.

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