Chapter 251: Chinny Chin Chin

Chapter 251: Chinny Chin Chin

The villagers bolted for their houses. There was pandemonium as they violently shoved each other in an attempt to be the first to not be eaten alive. I didnt actually know what the monster would do once it got here, but by the level of panic I was witnessing, and the sheer lack of community spirit, it would be nothing good.

Claire had mentioned the children were at risk, but no one seemed very concerned for their welfare at the moment. Some were grabbed and dragged along, but many were left to fend for themselves. Those who got trapped underfoot were unceremoniously kicked out of the way.

We hapless three, Maurice, Dudley and I, watched them run around without any sense of decorum, in some cases running in the wrong direction and having to correct themselves and run back the way theyd just come. We did our best to stay out of their haphazard paths.

The monsters roar, which was like a howl that went on longer and with more modulation than a Mariah Carey live performance, carried on over the top of the villagers antics. They disappeared into their homes, diving in through windows and slamming doors behind them.

The last few stragglers were kids who had been left behind and were bawling uncontrollably. Nervous heads poked out, made sure the coast was clear, then ran out to yank a kid into the air and ran back with the kid trailing behind like a kite on a very short string.

Within a minute or so, they had all gone. The howling continued, carried on the wind.

The seven naked women were still there, though. I wouldnt want you to think just because I hadnt mentioned them, that theyd run off, too. They hadnt. Still standing proud. Still naked.

Oooh, said Flossie.

What is it? yelled Dudley, rushing towards her.

Ah need a wee.

Not surprising, theyd been up there all day. You would expect women to be much more leaky than they are. After they have children and get a bit older, things do get a bit more loose, I believe, but Im not really an expert. Theres a vulva and a urethra and thats more information than I know what to do with.

Ill get you down, shouted Dudley. Maurice was right behind him.

No! said the priestess. She leaped in front of the girls (still naked, by the way) and her followers did the same. They formed a ring around the girls. A ring of nudity. Then they began gyrating.

You might think it would be quite sexy, a bunch of women with nothing on, shaking their bits in a big circle. It was more awkward than sensual. Especially with your girlfriend watching from on high.

Some people are into the sort of thing. Outdoor sex and orgies. Confident in their bodies and eager to perform in front of others. I cant say Ive ever found the idea appealing. Its like lending someone my toothbrush. Urghh.

However, as a way to stop a couple of nerds from charging to the rescue, it was very effective. Maurice and Dudley stopped in their tracks, unable to defeat the wall of vulva. They held up their hands and looked away before they were turned to stone. Or wood.

We shall keep these women safe, said the priestess, her arms going up and down as her hips went from side to side. You must find and eliminate the monster.

There were seven of them, but they didnt have any weapons (unless they were very well hidden) apart from the suspiciously shaped staff the priestess had planted into the turf as she got her groove on. I could see her groove from where I was standing, and it was definitely in the on position. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

We could rush them, use our superior masculine strength to get to the girls and cut them down. Dudley had his bow out, ready to snipe a couple. Once they lost one or two, theyd probably run for it.

Couple of problems with that strat. First, our superior masculine strength wasnt all that superior. These women looked like theyd been working out. Naked yoga is nothing to sniff at.

Second, they had the look of women who had something up their invisible sleeves. There was no concern that theyd be overpowered by the likes of us. Nothing convinces you that you aint shit like a bunch of naked women staring at you like you aint shit.

A real man would have ripped off his own clothes and convinced them otherwise. Conan and James Bond and Dirty Harry wouldnt be intimidated by a couple of exposed nipples. But then real men are hard to find.

We still would have tried to force our way past the women and our own inhibitions, but there was a third and much more convincing reason to stay where we were. The dancing women raised their hands to the dark skies and lightning fell in seven streaks.

The ground around us cracked open where the lightning struck, sending up dust and dirt. If they had hit the piles of wood around the girls, they would have been ignited instantly, although they probably wouldnt burn the girls; theyd already have been obliterated. Not even Flossies bulging bladder would be enough to put out that fire.

Go meet the monster as the One True God has commanded, said the priestess. If you fail, only the sacrifice of these women will appease him.

Maurice wiped his glasses with a corner of his shirt and put them back on to get a clearer look. Looks quiet. It had looked the same last time, so that didnt mean much. How do we get in?

I walked up to the door and gave it a shove. It was locked. I pulled and banged and looked for a keyhole or lock of some kind. Then I tried to open the small slot the man had looked through. It moved.

By pressing hard and sliding it along it slowly shifted. I wasnt sure what good it would do to have such a small opening to work with, but it was a start.

As I got it halfway across it moved a lot easier and slid aside with a bang. Two eyes appeared on the other side.

What do you think youre doing?

I jumped back. Ah. Oh. Youre in.

Of course I am. Not going out with that all going on, am I? There was another howl. No thank you. Those nasty women making all that racket.

The little slit slammed shut.

We stood there.

I dont think hes the monster, said Dudley.

No shit. I banged on the door. Hey! There was no response.

We could smoke him out, suggested Maurice.

We were the three pigs trying to get inside the Big Bad Wolfs house. Who wasnt as bad as the stories had led us to believe.

Probably set the whole thing on fire if we did that, I said. Not a bad idea.

The slot banged open. You clear off, now. Not safe starting fires in the middle of a forest.

Howls drifted towards us on the night air.

That noise, thats the priestess? I asked him.

Of course.

Why did she tell us it was you?

Who knows? Women are like that, arent they? Always stirring. Once they get what they came for, theyll go off until next month. Stay indoors and wait for it to blow over. The small opening slammed shut.

If it was the priestess who was responsible for all the howling, what was the plan? Why get us involved and what did she really want?

We should go back, said Maurice. I have a bad feeling about this.

I concur, said Dudley.

We headed back to the village. There was the crack of lightning in the distance, over and over. We began running. I lit a ball of light so we wouldnt fall, not caring about the monster finding us.

It always seems quicker on the return journey. We ran into the deserted village, to the green. There were three empty stakes in the ground, firewood piled high around each. But no sign of the girls and no naked women. Lesbians had stolen our girlfriends.