What A Nice You Have

Warning! Trap Barrier Activated

“Wha?” was all John was able to get out before he saw the surroundings shift from the normal look to the slightly off tinge of a barrier. His clothes stripped away, replaced with his armor, his axe materializing on his back. John’s hand reached towards his back, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of Spinesplitter, his eyes scanning his front yard. With nothing in sight, John slowly took a step outside, quick to check both sides of the house that was blocked from the door entrance.

“Mmpfh!”

John’s neck snapped to the left, where he heard the muffled noise. He inched his way closer, alert to every sound he heard. The rustling sounds came from all around John, making it hard to pinpoint the exact location. The muffled sound became clearer as he approached the side of the house the noise was coming from. As he turned the corner, he saw a pair of feet with expensive shoes sticking out from behind a bush.

“Vanessa!” exclaimed John as he rushed over to her, only to see her bound and gagged. He reached down to remove the gag, allowing Vanessa to breath normally again. She inhaled deeply for a few seconds, happy to be able to breathe freely.

“This is all your fault, Newman!” spat Vanessa, her voice filled with anger. “that stupid animal is after you!”

“Animal? What animal?” asked John.

“Damn girl, she’s ruined my surprise!” said a strange, yet feminine voice. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll still make you pay!” said the voice, not nearly as authoritative as John would have thought. The voice was more timid than he thought it would be for someone who managed to capture Vanessa.

“Who are you?! Where are you?!” John yelled, both hands clamped firmly to his weapon’s hilt. He slowly spun himself around, scanning every single bush, corner, shadow, place that someone could hide, in search of this mysterious person.

“Hey, help me!” demanded Vanessa, still tied up and unable to move. John made his way over to her, and taking one hand off his axe, and lifted her up by the ropes binding her arms. “H=hey! What are you doing?!” a worried Vanessa asked as she saw John raise his axe and bring it down, slicing through the ropes that bound her legs. With that done, he did a quick up slash to free her arms. With nothing holding her in the air anymore, Vanessa fell to the ground, her pert ass cushioning her landing.

“Get inside the house and lock the door, I’ll deal with whatever captured you,” John ordered Vanessa, who begrudgingly nodded and ran towards the door to the house, slamming it shut. A click of the lock let John know his **** was secure in his house, allowing him to focus entirely on searching for this mysterious enemy.

“It’s fine, I’ll get back to her later. You are my main prey, after all,” the voice said in a clear tone that tried to be tough but really wasn’t. The voice was in a different location than last time, seemingly surrounding John. He focused on his hearing, listening for every twig snap, leaf rustle, rocks sliding across the ground, until he could determine where this mysterious creature was.

With all his concentration, he deduced where it was. With all his might, John threw his axe at a bush near a tree. The axe spun through the air, the blade seemed to cut the very air in half as it reached its mark, the bush splitting in half. John could make out a blur jump from the bush to the nearby tree at the last moment, barely missing a blade to the chest, a few hairs floated down from the tree.

“Owowowowowow! You clipped my hair!” cried out the female. John saw the white hair fall to the ground as he made his way over to his axe, which he had to give a good tug to remove it from the ground.

“Right, you have a choice. You can either come down from there and face me, or I cut down the tree,” propositioned John. There was a moment of silence before the figure dropped down from the trees, allowing John to get a good look at a clear her. She stood about 5’6” if John had to hazard a guess, with a long, white hair that flowed behind her like a mane. Her smooth skin was a pale white, contrasting against her large, yellow eyes. Based on her clothes, John would have thought she was just a normal mage, with her wearing black spandex short shorts and her white bralette with stars covering her rather firm looking C-cup tits if John had to hazard a guess. A fluffy white tail wagged behind her, nearly as large as her hair. Her arms had black armguards on them as well as a tuft of white fur around her wrist. The same tuft of fur was found around her black boot wearing ankle. Her fluffy ears clearly indicated that she had to be a catgirl.

“A… catgirl?” John mumbled to himself as he tried to figure out what exactly he was fighting. The girl, however, must have heard him because her cheeks puffed up in anger.

“I AM NOT A FILTHY CATGIRL! I’M A NOBLE WOLFGIRL!” screamed the wolf girl.

“What’s the difference?!” asked John.

“I’m born from a noble wolf spirit, not some stuck up cat!” she responded as she played with her extremely long hair, wrapping her fingers through it. “Besides, that’s not why I’m here! I’m here to get **** on you!” she informed John, who wore a confused look on his face.

“****? **** for what? I’ve never seen you before,” asked John, his axe now resting on his right shoulder as he talked to the wolf girl. He cast Observe on her to get some information.

“No, not for what you did to me, but my family! My brother… his pups… you slaughtered them all! I can smell their blood on you! And I smelled you on her! So I tracked her, hoping she would bring me to you. When we reached this place, it reeked of your foul smell, so I captured her and used her as bait to get to you! Of course… this isn’t exactly how I planned this interaction going…” she trailed off at the end, her index fingers pushed together as she recounted her story.

“Your brother…” John said as he thought back to his first true barrier last week. There he encountered a rather tough wolfman he fought and barely beat. The vision of him slaughtering his pups also entered his mind, which was full of anger and hatred at that moment. Her brother’s loss also meant that he became stronger, strong enough to gain all he had, all he wanted, and all he still needed to get. “Yeah, I did kill your brother and his pups. He attacked me, was in my way. His loss made me stronger, strong enough to continue growing. I don’t regret what I did. In fact, I’d do it all over again if I had to,” John truthfully told Yuria.

“Y-you’ll pay for those words!” she yelled as she rushed at John, her nails growing into claws to attack. She was faster than John thought, able to slash his chest plate before he could block or dodge her attack. John moved back, putting some distance between him and Yuria. She charged again but this time John was ready for her, her claws scraping against the side of his axe. His hand formed a fist and gut punched Yuria, knocking the wind out of her. She stumbled back and fell on her fit ass as John walked over to her.

Yuria looked up as she gasped for air, only to see John towering over her. She raised one arm from her stomach and pointed it at John while the arm shook, and muttered something. Roots burst forth from the ground and begun to wrap around his legs. A swing from his axe ended Yuria’s pathetic attempt to stop him.

“I… I won’t… die so… easily…” she said between gasps. John laughs at her defiant stand.

“Die? Who said anything about you dying?” said John as he grabbed Yuria by the hair and pulled her head close to his. She yelped in pain from the sudden movement. “You captured my property, possibly even damaged her. Threatened her life!” he said as he stared coldly into her eyes. Yuria’s skin became covered in goosebumps from the fear running through her. “I don’t like it when people destroy my property, Yuria,” John made sure to put extra emphasis on her name. Yuria’s eyes went wide when John said her name. Her mind raced as to how her prey could have known her name. She made sure to never say it to anyone when she started this quest for vengeance.

“But..how? I made sure to never use my name!” exclaimed the frightened wolfgirl.

“Ah, but that’s part of my powers. I know everything about you, Yuria. Just like I know that you are now my ****, to repay me for how you traumatized my current ****,” informed John as he used his free hand to roughly grope Yuria’s right tit and cast King’s Brand: **** on Yuria. “Now, let’s go pet, we have a kingdom to run,” John said as he walked away, Yuria slowly crawling after him, tears streaming down her face.