Flight

Fuck it you think to yourself as you get up and take of up the mountain path with a few of the other men and children, making your way back to town, back to saftey. You're quickly joined by futas on horse back galloping past you to assemble the garrison. You dare not look back as gunshots ring out over the mountain range. As they slowly grow more and more distant you stop to catch your breath. Breathing heavily you slump down into a pile of snow, closing your eyes you pass out, your last sight is of the setting sun...

You're jolted awake as something hard smacks you in the head, blinding light fills your eyes as you begin to open them. Blinking you shield your eyes from the harsh light, as to world comes into focus you see that you are surrounded by three tall, muscular futanari.
"Get him up" the officer in the center orders, lowering her box lantern. You're suddenly hoisted to your feet by the other two, and they hold you in place. She eyes you up and down.
"escort the vagrant back to town, lock him up until someone comes to get him." The officer barks as she turns to rejoin the column of soldiers marching by.
"I reckon he'd make a good butt plug"one snickers to the other as they drag you back to a prison cart.
"UP!"one of them shouts as you're forcefully shoved into the cart, with two other futanari.