Defeated Prince

An enemy that defeated Bambi and now can claim him as his’?

Now that was a fantasy that Josh surely saw himself living. Looking at the form of Bambi before him now, up and down, Josh surely could see himself making that deer his bitch. No, his doe.

“I’ll go for the Defeated Prince scenario.” Josh said, smirking at Bambi. “I’m gonna make you mine.”

Bambi smiled back. “As you wish.”

As he said that, the scenery around Josh started to change. The ceiling and the ground both changed into a blue sky and a grass ground, respectively. The previously infinite room around him had been replace by a forest. Josh was now standing in the middle of a clearing in a forest. However, it was not only the scene that had changed, as Josh realized that the clothes he had been wearing when he laid on the table had been replace with a red short, and his naked and bruised chest was exposed.

Yes, bruised. Josh could feel the bruises on his skin. That was a thing about R.V., it could allow you to feel all kinds of things, including pain. However, much like the pain that Josh already felt in R.V. videogames, this was a dull kind of pain, the kind that never would be unbearable or incapacitate anyone, and that even a child could handle with no problem.

His arms and chest had bruises in them, and Josh could feel each one of them. It seemed that there might be a bruise on his face as well, if the feeling on his jaw was any indication. Josh looked like he had just came out a combat.

He looked ahead, and he once more saw Bambi before. However, this time, instead of standing proudly with a smile, Bambi was down to his knees and hands. He was panting and he was also covered in bruises, one of his eyes was swollen and there was a little blood leaking form a broken lip.

Looking further, Josh could also see a figure that was standing on the shadows of the trees. It was also a deer, but this one bigger and more muscular than Bambi. He also looked older, and he was standing in there, wearing shorts of a dark green with his muscular arms crossed over his chest.

A whimper called Josh’s attention back to the deer standing before him. Bambi was looking up at him, and Josh tilted his head, before giving a single step in his direction.

Immediately, the deer, who already looked scared, put his arms up as if he was shielding himself from an attack, as he cried out in fear and pain:

“No, please!” Bambi said, “Please, no more! I surrender! You win! Please, don’t hurt me more!”

Josh blinked, looking at the defeated and scared deer before him.