The Price of Failure

The Price of Failure

in a Futa Fantasy world

Chapter 1 by Rpguy123 Rpguy123

It had all felt like a dream but before I knew it, I was being carted naked in Cage like a wild animal. Me, Fionna, a 5’11 Herculean figure, known as the destroyer of nations, would come to know defeat in seconds.

Today had started like any other, with a cold drink and a warm meal in whichever tavern had housed me the night before. After I knocked a few glasses back, I decided to head to the local adventurers guild, and took, what they rated to be, a Sclass mission. It was a simple task: defeat a dragon, and bring back its bones as proof. I’ve never been the type to bring a party with me, since people just slow me down, so I tracked the dragon down by myself.

As I walked into what I’d assume to be it’s den, I noticed the footprints in the cave tapered off, evantually just disappearing. Dragons weren’t exactly known for being light or flying deep inside their dens, so I was puzzled. As I turned back towards the caves entrance, I saw a small statured girl wearing a frilly hat and a purple rococo dress standing at the entrance.

“Hey, were you kidnapped?” The design on the dress was fairly intricate, leading me to believe she must have been from wealth.

The girl smirked, as she lift the large blade planted in the ground next to her that was easily twice her size. ‘She must have been a fairly confident warrior to have also came here alone’ is what I thought as my instincts went on high alert. I drew my sword, as slowly looked around as I tried to figure out where this sense of danger was coming from.

The girl dashed at me and swords to clashed. I, taken by surprised was pushed back, she kept on her , easily maneuvering around her blade with one hand. My grip on my blade was slipping, and in moments, and as my back hit the wall, my sword flew out across the room. Her blade pressed up against my neck as she coldly glazed into my eyes as she spoke “Life under me or ?”

He voice was so cute that I was almost too surprised to register what she’d said. It wasn’t until her blade pressed deeper into my neck that I chose...

Life under me or

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