Run!

You don't have a choice, as hopeless as it seems, your only chance is to put as much distance between you and the hung huntresses as possible. Knowing you will be surrounded in seconds if you head through the crossroads, you instead drive deeper into the wooded outskirts of campus. All you have to do is avoid detection despite the dead leaves all over the ground, out pace the pack if they happen to spot you, and find your way back to your dorm despite having a terrible sense of direction.

Your first step couldn't have gone any worse. You hear the SNAP of a dry twig followed by a shout, "HE'S OVER THERE! IN THE THICKET!" You take off running, not daring to look back, not thinking of where you are going as long as it is away from the cloaked cuties. You feel branches scratch your hands and cheeks as you plow deeper and deeper into the dark woods. You ignore the stinging pain, ignore the burning in your lungs and the tightness in your chest. You have to escape...you cannot let them catch you.

You are off to a better start than you have any right to expect. The cover of darkness makes you hard to spot and your pursuers' numbers work to your advantage as they make far too much noise following after you to pin point exactly where you are. Their cloaks and horns work against them as well. They do a bang of job of looking ominous as all Hell, but they sure do snag easily. You can still hear them hot on your trail, but you actually seem to be putting some distance between you and your pretty pursuers.

You don't know where you are running to or how you will find your way back even if you manage to get away from this harlot horde, but that's the least of your worries now. You keep zigging and zagging and through the trees, and it is starting to sound like some of the hedonistic horde is giving up the chase. After all, what's one escaped boi more or less on a campus full of them? If you can just keep running without dropping dead mid stride, you might just make it through the night without getting loved up and turned out.

Pain shoots up your legs like molten hot nails digging in deep and not letting go. Your lungs feel like bubble gum ready to pop into pink shreds. Every part of you hurts, every inch begs you to stop and lay down and just let your seductive stalkers just lay claim to your carcass and ride you until you're reborn as a beautiful bimboi. At least then you probably won't be so sore...but you won't give them the satisfaction of winning. Though, you suppose by running you've already failed their test. A real man would be chasing them down.

You are just about to collapse when you notice a notable absence of shrieks and footsteps. You keep moving forward, but you allow yourself to slow a little. You listen carefully, straining to hear over the sound of your own gasping breaths. A second passes...no steps. Another...no shouts...a full minute passes by...and nothing but your sweet sigh of relief. You did it! You beat the bimboi bitches at their own game. Now all you have to do is find your way home.

You start walking slower, more methodically, using your phone as a flashlight to see if you can find anything resembling a path. It just seems to get darker and darker, and you start to worry what happens if you can't find a way back. Then your light forms a flat circle and you realize you've hit a wall. A minute or two ago and that would have scared you to ****. You definitely didn't want to end up with your back to the wall with those harpies from Hell hounding you. Now, the wall will be your salvation. You can follow it back to campus and sneak back to your dorm.

You allow yourself a little laugh to celebrate your close call. Then you hear something laugh back! "Tee hee! You run real fast, lil' bunny, but no one can outrun Annabelle!" Your heart is in your throat as you turn your light towards the chirpy, cheerful voice and see a beautiful cherubic faced cutie. Her ringlets of hair form a halo that looks to be spun of pure gold, her eyes gleam like saphires, her skin like porcelain...she is a living doll. Even her headdress holds to tiny round furry nubs. You almost forget this little angel is a devil come to drag you into Hell. She's small...even smaller than you. You could probably overpower her, but you how would you keep her quiet?

"Eeee! Did you know your nose scrunches up when you're scared?" The baby doll demon bounces over and boops your nose. You don't know whether to laugh or cry, so you let out a choked sound that is a little bit of both. Little black riding hood giggles, "Hee hee. Don't worry, cutie. I won't tell anyone I found you. I'll even help you get back to your dorm safe and sound and still a chaste lil' virgin. And all you have to do is kiss me. Kiss me good and strong and don't stop until I say so. Or I could always call my friends over. Tho' they're probably so pissed that you go got their spooOooOOOoky cloaks dirty that they'll just fuck you with their giant cocks until you go crazy. So, whichever sounds better to you...but I'm a real good kisser."

Now you know you're in trouble. This satanic succubus is promising you deliverance, but you suspect it will lead to damnation. She might be bluffing. Maybe her friends are all long gone. Maybe she's just as lost as you. It's a risk either way.