Fate intervening

Silvia feels a warm liquid spreading out from the small of her back down her sides and into the mud.

The smaller drow blushes crimson, shivering in shame at what just happened.

D-did Pooky just... o-on me?

"Pooky...?" Silvia squeaks, too embarrassed to say the actual words. "Um..." even thinking about it is the most humiliating thing, by far, she's ever endured. "Did..."

Silvia feels another blast of warmth on her back, answering her question.

"EW!" Screams the petite elf, feeling like she could die from shame. "S-stop thaaaaaaaaaaat!" Her eyes are still closed tight, and she's too embarrassed to open them at this point.

Silvia feels Pooky shifting around on top of her.

Is... is this her plan? To keep doing... that... until I give up?

Silvia is about to surrender when Pooky mutters something.

"M-muh-muh..." the ex-matron stutters.

"What?" Silvia asks angrily.

"M-m-m-muuuuuuuuh..." Pooky stutters again.

"Stop playing games! Fine, you know what? I give..." Silvia angrily says as she opens her eyes and is stunned into silence.

On the ground, maybe two feet away from them, is a strange, terrifying creature with brown and black fur all over its body, two large ears (or maybe they're horns?) protruding from its head, and whiskers. It's mouth and jowls gyrate menacingly as it chews on something (p-probably its last victim!).

The two dark elves are frozen in fear as the beast hops a little closer towards them. Pooky shakes in terror as she evacuates her bladder onto Silvia for a third time before finally managing to speak, well scream anyway.

"M-MONSTEEEEEEEEEERR!" The terrified ex-tyrant finally manages to say before falling on her ass into the mud. She rolls around in the wet filth, getting it all over herself before she finally manages to get on her hands and knees, stands up on shaky legs, and flees screaming into the woods, abandoning any sense of dignity or class she might have once possessed.

Silvia trembles on fear, staring at the creature. It looks back at her, its noise wiggling (no doubt sensing my fear!) and the lets out a mighty roar (actually a sneeze)!

The petite drow screams in terror herself, before standing up and fleeing further into the woods as the bunny continues to hop around the clearing, chewing on leaves.