Monster's Curse

Tame ducked back underneath the web barrier and started to walk down the hallway. Along the path, the clicking of the creature’s feet started again. “So, if I may know, do you have a name?”

“Pri-Sweetie Belle. Just Sweetie Belle. Wh-what is yours?”

“Tame. Your voice matches the name, though I’m guessing the rest of you isn’t so sweet.” He rubbed his chin and chuckled. “Then again, at this point you’d be sweeter than about ninety-percent of the things I meet on this job.”

A long silence came from above before she finally made another noise past her walking. “Thank you.”

He noted the lowered voice and sighed to himself. It isn’t my fault that I don’t know how to do small talk with a monster. Usually it starts with us seeing each other and ends with my blade between their ribs.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I know you’ll definitely beat the last thing that I fought. It was a giant sludge ball that stank like an outhouse after The Grand Equestrian Cook Off, and of course, it ate me. No one would come near me for a week and I think my cat was about to straight up leave by the time the stench went away.”

A small laugh came from above him and Tame sighed contently as he reached the door. Slowly it opened to reveal an elegant bedroom covered in tapestries, books, and even an old record player in the corner. Dust covered the entirety of it, but not a thread of web touched any part of the decor or walls. And in the middle was a lavish bed with a pink mattress and a small tiara on a side table. Tame’s exhaustion caused him to yawn at the sight of the bed.

“Please, sit on the bed.”

He did as he was told turning to face the door, thankful for the small orb of magic that was illuminating the sleeping chamber, but also cursing it as he knew he wouldn’t have a chance to see the creature or react until it was almost on top of him.

Then she appeared. From the shadows came a spider girl, a cute, perky bosom presenting itself at the same time as two green eyes framed upon a white field came into view. He tensed as she smiled and he could see long fangs that her lips barely kept inside. What really scared him though was the back, the part that had the body of a black widow, complete with six glossy black legs and a red hourglass on her large back. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly, drawing the creatures attention to his mouth.

Those unnatural eyes came closer and closer with each moment, the lips opening and on a direct course for his.

Kiss her

Run

Attack