Futa Run

"Fuck."

You really had a way with words. A stream of eloquent phrases left your mouth as you threw the contents of your backpack across your room. It had many strange items within, but missing was the most important.

Due to your lack of self control, and a few poor investments, you'd run short on cash a good while ago, and to upkeep your lifestyle... And certain habits (Late night uber-eats orders, Brazzers subscription and poppers) you had taken on a task for a very bad guy in the shady bar down the road. Carried in your backpack, had been a strange wooden box, engraved with strange symbol, that sometimes seemed to emit a strange, soft light. You were to hold onto it until the buyer arrived in a weeks time. This was worth the risk, as it would be a simple task... Were it still in your backpack.

"Shit. Shit... Shit shit shit" Your poetry continued. "I give up, it's not here... Fuck!"

Throwing your pack over your shoulder, you fled your apartment. You knew the box was gone, and the only way to satiate the terrible people who would soon be looking for you, would be to get into a deal with a big enough pay off to make the box a non issue. And the only way to get that, was to delve a step sketchier.