The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5

Thomson, obtain something personal from Adler during your venery session, which was your real goal.

"Hey, what's that for?" I asked as Thomson suddenly pulled a pair of scissors out of her Elfintory and snipped a lock of my hair.

"With this and a generous sample of your seed, which I have already obtained, " she explained, "I can ensure your cooperation with the Sisterhood's plans."

"Pretending to be impressed by your venery partner," I gaped. "The oldest Wile in the book! I can't believe I fell for it!"

"I really was impressed," Thomson grinned. "But I would never let it interfere with my mission."

"I'm going along with your plans!" I protested. "You don't need to do this!"

"It never hurts to be sure."

>Adler: HEADS UP!
>Griff: Scutify someone prominent to take charge.

Suddenly a hideous birdlike monster with a pair of shears for a hand burst through the underbrush!

"Sorry, kid," it squawked mechanically. "But I need your body. Turn around and bend over. It'll only hurt for a second, and then we can take command of those troops."

I cringed away from the horrible thing, but there was no comfort there - only Ms. Thomson.

>As many plans and conspiracies against Adler spring all at once- only to collide in a truly spectacular fashion
>Fifi: Try
Fifi, do not be another scuti.
(Fifi Fofox) Give the gift of Yourself!

"Like, stay right where you are, Your Hot Highness," SALV Fofox chuckled as she slunk through the bushes from the other direction. "I need your body, and at last I totally have authorization to make you mine. Don't worry, I think you'll like it."

I cringed away from Fifi, but there was no comfort there - only Ms. Thomson and the automaton.

The hungrily grinning SALV crept closer .. the automaton raised its ghastly claw ..

>Say Adler, Burnside... If you were to, say, take her under your wing... At the very least, it would be good to have a loyal enforcer at your beck and call.
>Addler: somehow escape all the atempt to posses or kill you
>Addler: Snap.

.. the next thing I knew, I was standing in the clearing, naked. I had my Elven Bow in my left hand, and I was carrying Burnside with my right arm. The raccoon femme was giggling ecstatically - and she seemed to be naked also. Both of us were spattered with something dark and sticky.

The Volunteer Army was brandishing its weapons enthusiastically and chanting my name:
AD-LER-YOUNG!!
AD-LER-YOUNG!!
AD-LER-YOUNG!!

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