RotGM Chapter 82 - The Other Side

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I didn't mean to write this one in one sitting so late at night, but... it just kinda happened because I got into it and it's... well. Kiiiind of an important chapter. Ah well. Less work for me tomorrow.
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I’m going to die like this, and it's all because of that horrific butcher.

On that day we woke in the cuddle pit from a long sleep, just the same as any other. We ate the leftovers of some rotting animals while all the boys made crude passes at me, begging for my attention like they always did. It wasn’t their fault. I am... was... the only female in the tribe, and they’ve all pent up ever since my mother was killed a few years back... We have very strict customs that must be adhered to- I couldn’t take care of them yet since I wasn’t at breeding age yet.

I don’t look like a woman, not yet anyway. Even if I did offer myself to them I’d have no takers. I’m different ‘down there’ but the rest of me is the same, save for longer nails...

I would have been ready to mate if only a few moon cycles had come and gone, too... When I’m finally at breeding age I’ll grow bigger and look much more like a human female, and I’ll become fertile.

Now?

Now I’ll never be a Queen no matter what my body looks like.

My tribe was out making the rounds on the border of our territory when it happened. Everyone has been really out of sorts lately... even I’ve felt different.

Something in the air has changed. It makes us more... confident. Aggressive. I hear it’s been affecting other monsters, too... whatever the reason, it made the men in my tribe think it was high time we expanded our areas out even closer to the town.

I tried to tell them not to, but they were all too rowdy and it’d been a very, very long time since they had a proper female to vent their urges on. The thought of just possibly getting their hands on one a few months before my transformation was too much for them to bear, and no one would listen to my desperate pleas.

They died like many so many of their brothers before them- in search of some good pussy.

If I was older, I would have been good enough for them...

I had so many plans for the day when I finally came of age and took my natural role of tribe-wife, broodmother and Queen. I would have led us away from the town and searched for more fertile territory where we would have never gone hungry. I would have made us alliances with other tribes and usurped them into their own...

It was all going to get better so... why... why did everyone have to die like sick wargs?!

Everything I ever wanted was torn asunder by that slutty seductress. When they saw all of her pale, supple skin and her young, bouncy curves my men had no choice. They grew hard at the sight of her and even as their brothers died before their eyes one by one they were driven to press onward just for even the slightest chance of taking her back to our cave as a pleasure slave.

But that girl and her massive iron sword had other plans.

I hid in the bushes as she did it- powerless to stop the carnage

She cut some of my men in half. Some of them lost their heads. A lot of them lost their manhoods... but ALL of them ended up losing their left hands. The horrific girl in her blood-red bikini cut them from their bodies, stashing them in a disturbing, bloody bag that grew ever swollen from her sick, depraved hunt.

All my men wanted to do was capture you and treat you to a life of blissful breeding and this... THIS is how you betray their kindness?! Your every need would have been met. You’d have spent your days in an endless haze of pleasure, and we could have even become as sisters.

I told her as much, too. When the slaughter was done and she killed the last of my tribe I emerged from the bushes while she was busy harvesting their hands.

I begged and pleaded for her to kill me, too. But she didn’t understand me. I just wanted to join them in death but was too afraid to do it myself... she... she smiled and waved at me and turned around like it was no big deal.

She just casually walked away after killing Gilbo... and Gersis... and Gicklin, and Glendarr and Grutte and EVERYONE ELSE!!

Why do I have to go on and suffer like this... alone...? I don’t know how to hunt. I’m weak and will be killed by most of the other monsters in this area if they so much as spot me.

My only option is to offer myself as a slave to one of our neighboring tribes but... while there’s always room for more pleasure slaves, typically only two females of our kind are allowed in a tribe at any given time. The Queen and her heir.

They’d probably kill me on sight out of fear that I’d try to usurp them.

It’s been a couple of days since it happened and as each one passed I’ve grown closer to death.

Today, I hunt for anything I can find to eat even though I know I won’t catch anything. This season had been unkind to us and we were barely making it by as it was. Our food stores were emptied on that tragic day when it all went down, and our water dried up the next day after.

I haven’t eaten or drank since... I... don’t even know when.

Fate is cruel.

I spend all day trying to find something- ANYTHING to eat... and just as soon as I manage to corner a juicy looking bunny up against a tree, I throw Galdax’s favorite spear at it only to find I don’t have the strength to continue on.

It falls limply to the ground and so do I.

I’m tired...

So tired... I don’t think I’ll be getting up.

I can see them waiting for me...

Were you... still waiting for your Queen, you silly, horny boys?

I’ll be there soon... just... wait...

A bit...

long... ger...

...

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t go dying on me just like that! I’ve been looking for you for a few weeks now! Well, I mean I knew someone LIKE you would appear soon so I’ve sorta just been camping around waiting. But I felt your presence a few days ago and have been searching ever since!”

...

Huh...?

I open my eyes to see... oh... that’s right. I guess you’d be Death, wouldn’t you?

...Weird. Death is a lot shorter than I imagined. That evil girl was taller than him... but I guess those big horns on his head make him look taller than he actually is.

And his voice is... um... a lot more friendly than I would expect death to be. He sounds young, too, like a boy on the cusp of becoming a man. I even seem to understand him, too...

He’s wearing black clothes and a large, swaying black cloak pulled over his head making it hard to see what he looks like underneath...

“Can you hear me?” Death asks as he kneels to be by my side. “Oh, please... please please PLEASE don’t die!”

Oh. I was right. As soon as he kneels I get a look at his face. He does look kind of like a boy. But... his skin is light blue. He’s clearly not any sort of human but I can’t tell what kind of monster he’s supposed to be, either. His eyes are a bright, glowing orange that burns with the fire of a thousand hells, completely undoing the cute effect of his boyish charms and making him seem like a terrifying God who stands above all other life as its superior.

“Oh, sorry. I get that a lot. Creepy eyes, right? Here-” He laughs in a cute, giddy way before the fire of his eyes snuff out and their intensity dies down to a much brighter and welcoming shade of orange.

“You... you poor thing. You can’t even talk, can you?” He frowns, lifting me up over his knee and sticking out one of his blue fingers at me. I wince upon seeing the long, black claws that extend from the tip thinking he was finally going to give me the mercy I’ve been after for so long.

But... he... uh... pushes it against my tiny lips.

“Go on. Don’t be shy. Eat, eat!” He laughs warmly and somehow I get the feeling everything will be ok if I do as he says and eat his finger.

Without any hesitation I bite it right off and his black blood trickles down onto my tongue, yet he doesn’t seem to feel any bit of pain from it at all... in fact he looks so... relieved. He watches me chew and devour his flesh and as soon as I swallow my... my vision starts to fade.

My heart speeds up.

A fire spreads in my loins... and in my breasts.

I scream louder than I’ve ever screamed while every muscle in my body tears itself apart and starts growing... growing... growing?

I’m... I’m growing?!

I look down at my body, naked but for my loincloth, and gasp at what I find.

But... but how? My breasts are full and swollen with milk, my hips are wide and the feeling stirring between my legs confirms it... I’m... I’m of breeding age?

“WOAH!” The boy whose knee my head lays upon looks down at me with an adorable blush spreading across his cheek. “I knew that you Femmoblins grow a LOT once you’re of age but I thought you'd at least still look... well... little! Look at you, you’re so CUTE and heck, you’re taller than me now!” He laughs as he nervously scratches his head and blushes.

“Femmoblin...?” I ask in a voice that’s not my own.

“HOLY HECK, you got such a cute voice to match! Ahhhhhh- my heart... it’s going CRAZY! I think I’m in love...” He looks away as he covers him with his hands... I don’t know when but his finger grew back when I wasn’t looking.

This boy’s over the top words make me blush. No one’s ever talked to me like this before...

The men of my tribe were my everything, but they were so crude and sexual. There’s... this adorable purity about this boy the likes of which I’ve never seen.

“So uh, ‘Femmoblins’. Yeah. That’s what the humans call your species. They’re so weird, they gotta have a name for everything. If you ask me... monsters are just monsters! Why can’t we just let it be that?”

“I... I don’t know.” I sit up and scoot away from my saviour. “I appreciate you saving me but... you... really should have just let me die...”

“Wha? You actually wanted to die?”

“Well... no. But I can’t take care of myself and my tribe is... they’re... all dead.”

The strange boy crawls towards me on all fours and tilts his head. “Miss, can I ask you a question?”

“Uh... yes?”

“Haven’t you suffered enough? Everything you loved was torn away from you... Why the heck would you just roll over and choose to die after all the pain and suffering you’ve been through? Don’t you want to make it all... I dunno... MEAN something?”

His words spark a fire within my heart, even if I don’t fully understand them... they’re... purposeful. They fill my soul with a longing like I’ve never felt. “But it didn’t mean a thing. Everyone died and left me all alone and now... now I’ll never get to be their Queen...”

As tears fall from my cheeks and my lips quiver, the strange boy begins laughing from the bottom of his heart. “...Is my pain funny to you?”

He gasps and covers his mouth and shakes his head, disgusted over what he just did. “NO! No, no! I was just thinking, what, is that all?”

“YES, THAT WAS ALL! MY TRIBE IS DEAD AND I’M NOTHING WITHOUT THEM! I WAS DESTINED TO BE QUEEN!” I shout at the boy who saved my life.

“AH- NO! YOU’RE NOT UNDERSTANDING!! I’M LAUGHING BECAUSE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I CAME HERE TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT!!” He blushes and sweats profusely, waving his hands around in a flurry to try and emphasize his words.

I wipe my tears off and stare him in the eyes, nervously covering my naked breasts from him and turning away. “...I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “They never do. See, I can kinda like... SEE suffering. When I do this, boop-” He touches the side of his face and his eyes light up with those intense fires. “It's kinda weird. Get this. There are all these other worlds out there... they’re like. Ahhhh how do I explain it? It’s so weird! This world you’re on is like a flat... disk shaped thingy called a ‘realm’, yeah? And there’s all this black stuff in between realms and the Gods REALLY don’t like mortals hopping around all over the realms so they made teleportation really, really hard. BUT! I’m not exactly beholden to those laws.”

“...I’m really, really sorry. But you’re doing an absolutely horrendous job of making even the smallest amount of sense.”

“GAH- I wish Shubby were here. She’s the smart one... even if she’s always a little baby crazy. I mean sure, they ALL are, but Shubby? Hoo boy.” He laughs and blushes, I assume he’s talking about his mate? “What I’m trying to say is my eyes go like, hey you! You need to go here! There’s gonna be a lot of suffering here and you need to go pick up this girl if you know what’s good for you!”

I look him up and down in utter confusion. “How does that have a single thing to do with you laughing over the fact that my tribe is dead and I’ll never be a Queen?”

The boy takes a deep breath and blushes the hardest he’s blushed yet. “I’m gonna say it... I’m gonna say it. Ok. Here it goes. Why does this never get any easier...? I... came here... to make you... MY QUEEN.”

...

I stand up and show him my yellowed fangs. “THIS REALLY IS JUST A JOKE TO YOU, ISN’T IT?! IF YOU HADN’T SAVED MY LIFE I’D... I’D KILL YOU FOR LAUGHING AT ME IN SUCH A WAY, YOU... YOU INSOLENT-”

I make the mistake of blinking a single time and the boy is gone... only soon I feel him from behind me.

Yet... it can’t be him, can it?

This pressure is so horrifying and intense that it feels nothing like the monster I was only just talking to.

This frightening existence who stands behind me embraces me from behind in a tender hug that feels warm and loving... yet I sense the true darkness he has kept hiding within our entire conversation. It creeps out of him and I feel the fangs and claws of a thousand monsters all pressed against my back ready to tear me asunder the first second I step out of line.

This boy...

No...

This MAN is no monster. I was so naive and foolish...

He is the Oblivion, and I am so honored that he would even so much as speak to me... let alone that he would offer me a place at his side.

“I knew you had it in you. I just knew it. That suffering you keep inside that twisted you into the poor, miserable creature that you are... don’t you want to spread it? Why should it have to happen to you and not the people who actually deserve it?”

“My Lord...?”

“Tell me your name.”

“...Gijelle, my Lord.”

“Gijelle, hm? Gijelle... MY Gijelle... oh yes, I very much like the sound of that. Gijelle- what do you want more than anything in the entire world? Tell me. Please. No matter how insignificant it is, I want you to tell me.”

“I want to kill the girl who did this to me, and I want every single person she loves to suffer.” I growl without even a second of hesitation.

“Hmmmmm, I see, I see. Very tried and true. One of my favorites. Does she live in that town over there? That really, really shitty looking one that smells like drugs and hopelessness?”

“I think so, my Lord.”

“Good. I’m going to make an you an offer, Gazelle, and I want you to-”

I turn around and see not the terrifying monster who looked down on me, but that same cute boy with fire in his eyes and blush on his cheeks. I fall to my knees and bow before him, unable to resist the love beating through my heart. “Yes. Yes. YES. A thousand times yes, my Lord...! I will be your Queen, and I will birth you an army from between my legs...!”

“Aw geez.” He blushes and scratches his chin. Why didn’t I notice sooner? My lord is so cute when he’s shy... “I mean on one hand yeah that’s the idea but on the other it’s like so embarrassing and... um... really HOT when you say it out loud. Ahahaha...”

“I’m sorry, my Lord. I can’t control my enthusiasm...”

“You don’t need to. Please, Gijelle. Stand up. You’re gonna be my wife, not my servant! No. My Queens are my equals. Don’t ever forget that. Ah- actually I’d even go so far as to say some of them walk all over ME!” He blushes and I see a lewd desire rise within him.

...

Is my Lord truly so kind?

Is this real?

I stand and bite my lip, holding back tears as he hugs me. “I’ll make you a lot stronger, Gijelle. One day you’ll lead an army of our children and I’ll let you remove all the lingering pain and suffering in your heart and give it to everyone who actually deserves it. Starting with the very girl who took everything from you. I just... um...”

“My Lord?”

“I dunno when it’ll be, y’know? I’m not in a rush to conquer the realms or anything.” My Lord laughs that lovely, bashful laugh of his. “Could be a year or two, maybe longer. But I promise it’ll happen!”

“I don’t care how long it takes, my Lord... take me home. I wish to join my new sisters and have them watch as we make our union official...”

“Kinky!” He smiles and blushes before scratching one of his horns. “They’re a rowdy lot, though... They aren’t going to be satisfied with just watching.”

“Then they can join us, my Lord. Now please. Take me home and... please... PLEASE breed me...!!”

My Lord opens a gate of pure darkness as the fires in his eyes grow into an inferno and on the other side... I see it... our marriage bed awaits, as do my many, many new sisters. He extends a hand to me and I take it, ready and willing as his blushing bride to be.