Waking up with a surprise

You wake up with a groan, feeling the weight of two women on top of you. Given how cold it was, Xana thought it would be a good idea for everyone to sleep in one bed. Aside from some gentle pawing and makeout sessions, this wasn’t even an excuse to have sex, it was just genuinely cold.

“Mm” Xana blinks her eyes open as she presses against your side to preserve body heat. “Morning” she whispers, kissing your neck, “stay still, will you dear? I think Dew needs some more rest.”

She might be right about that, Dew’s out like a light against your other side, snoring as her mouth hangs open. “Quite the storm we had, huh?” you whisper, your muddled head not being able to think of anything else to say.

Xana nods seriously, “Yes, it was a bad one, the worst we’ve had in several years.”

“Do you think everyone’s OK?” Back home, whenever a storm this bad hit there was always a chance some old couple or unlucky bastard froze to ****, so it was important to check up on everyone quickly. Xana nods, settling back into you.

“The gods have strengthened our housing resolutely, and there’s no-one that’s sick right now” she says, “we are more likely to get ourselves into trouble by leaving so early in the morning, when it’s still cold.”

Accepting her explanation, you settle back into the sheets, closing your eyes as you doze. Eventually, your half-slumber is disrupted as Dew begins to stir as well, raising her head. “What time is it.” she mutters.

“No clue” you respond, “the sun isn’t inside right now.” Dew gives you an annoyed look, before getting out of bed and leaving the room. She’s wearing a sheer nightdress, so you get a good look at her swaying ass as she leaves.

You get ready to settle back down into the sheets, Xana pressed to your side when Dew lets out a surprised cry. “What the hell!” she calls out, “Mom, Alfred, you should probably come and see this!”

Her strong tone manages to get you out of bed relatively quickly, and slipping on a thin coat you and Xana go to the door, where Dew’s standing as she gawks at whatever’s outside. Looking out, you tilt your head in surprise.

There’s a deep gouge in the snow, several deep gouges actually, all seeming to stop and start at random places. It looks like whatever made them was traveling along the road, or at least trying to. It seems to have either blundered into or deliberately knocked down a small part of the fence, because several of the posts are bent in a wild angle towards the house at one point.

“Did it have to crash into my fence?” Xana complains, shivering, “there was an entire empty road, and it crashed into my fence.”

“Which way do you think it went?” you ask Dew, your mind worrying that this monster was making its way towards the town.

“Let’s go and see.” she remarks, heading out into the street. You follow her, with Xana staying behind. “Hmm” she mutters, looking over the tracks near the house as you head out to the start of the hill. The two of you go over the tracks for a good few minutes before meeting back up.

“I think it was heading away from the village” you say, “the gouges get longer as you go along, it must have been tired going up the hill.”

“I agree,” Dew replies, “come and see the gouges around the fence.” She points to where it seems the creature went wildly off-course before crashing into the fence. “It seems to have gone off course, crashed into the wall, before making its way back to the centre of the road. The tracks wouldn’t make sense the other way round.”

With the direction the creature was moving in decided. Now the two of you have to decide what to do. Obviously, it could be dangerous, but at the same time it’s a long way to the rest of the village in the snow, and leaving the house unguarded seems like a bad idea. Eventually, you and Dew decide to follow the tracks out, with Xana staying behind and keeping the house firmly locked down.

“Do you think it’s really dangerous?” Dew asks nervously, the two of you carrying improvised weapons made out of sticks. You shrug, your face stony with concentration.

“It doesn’t seem that big, at the very least” you say reassuringly, the two of you getting to a well-managed section of woodland. Well, at least it would be well-managed if it wasn’t for the gouge veering off into it.

“Looks like it went off-course again” you say quietly, “it’s path seems to stop behind that clump of trees.” Dew grips her stick tightly, nodding.

“Let’s go in then” she whispers, and the two of you make your way forward. Slowly, carefully, you make your way around the trees, and see…

Two of the nuns from the church, huddled around a small fire, with a strange, metallic contraption serving as a windshield? What the hell!?

“Finally!” the Orc nun shouts as she sees you, a relieved smile on her face. “We’ve been freezing to **** out here!”

The other nun, who you recognise as the Elven head nun, looks up as she shivers. “T-thank the gods” she whimpers, “please get us back to the town, I think I've sprained an ankle.”