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>Demand she bring you to the human.
>Only cowards make denials about what they're into. If the nun be fat, then she be a fat hot nun.
>Yeah, I'm chasing chub? So what? Bring me to me future throne: her face.
You pause–are you a chubby chaser? Well, does it matter? You’re after nun puss regardless of how wide. Your tastes are eclectic, after all. You once slept with a skeleton who you’re almost certain didn’t even feel anything. And a pile of slime. You don’t care if your quarry tonight is a little thick. You are a princess, and your next throne shall be her face.
“...” The fairy side-eyes you as you stare into the void. “..You’re drooling.”
“No matter.” You scoff as you wipe your mouth. “You’re going to lead me to exactly where you found me and that nun. If I suspect that you’re leading me somewhere else, I’m tightening my grip until your eyes pop out. Do you understand, insect?”
“Urgh. Gods. Talk about ungrateful. I saved you, you cunt! The least you could do is thank me!” The fairy spits venom in your hands. You can’t really trust these mosquitos, human-like and innocent as they may seem–for all you know, the fairy just happened upon you unconscious, and intends to lead you away to get picked apart by a larger monster so she can feast on what’s left. They’re scavengers.
“Just do it. I’ll let you be once you do, insect.” You raise the fairy up to your narrow eyes.
“Fine! Never doing something like this again..” She mutters. “North. You know which way is north, right, submonster?”
[...]
Your journey bears you north, as per the fairy’s instruction. Your walk is quiet. At least the nun made footsteps–with you, you can hear naught but the slow whistle of the wind as you walk through the woods, your footsteps light as air. You might as well ask the fairy some more questions, with the foreknowledge that any one of its words could be a lie.
>What do you ask it?
