Chapter 11
by 
Progenitor
Is there even such a place as safe?
Apparently not...
The Sashas fell about laughing, slapping their knees. The gnome clutched her stomach and gasped for air.
"Safe!" Exclaimed the halfling.
"Girl! This is the Haunted woods!" Said the Zora.
"There's nowhere safe!" The gnome said. "Oh Goddess though, that's good!"
"Apparently you don't get it." The halfling said, suddenly more serious. She even looked a bit pissed off. "You're fuck meat girl. You're a baby factory. WE are baby factories. We stick together or we get fucked stupid and... Well yeah that's fun sometimes but usually it's not fun! And sometimes you get dragged off and fucked never to return!"
"Sasha's right." The Zora confirmed. "But if we stick together... The four of us... If you become a Sasha... Our chances get better. We'll hunt monsters and drink and dance and have a good time until we finally escape this hell hole!"
The gnome held her hand out...
"With us... Or on your own?"