531: Another Happy Reunion

531: Another Happy Reunion

“You like that, eh!? Like that!? Then drink some more!!” a muscular beastkin woman in a dirty tank top pushed down a Purple Cape guard into a big puddle of milk, while holding down another with her knee.

“Woah,” Olivia gasped.

The Purple Cape had led them to where the prisoners from the Wholesome Inn were imprisoned. However, none of them were in the Pit. Instead, they huddled together, as far away from the milk that spread across most of the floor and flowed down into the Pit. And as for the guards, they were either unconscious, drinking milk, or forced to drink by the beastkin that seemed to have manhandled them all.

The beastkin’s hair was nearly as dirty as her once-white tank top, but spots of pink still showed. As did her cat ears and the long tail, both of which were in desperate need of some grooming. But, the owner of the Wholesome Inn was unmistakable, as was her much more feminine sister, standing further back with the other captives from the Inn.

“And here I was almost considering worrying about you,” Ember chuckled. “Having fun?”

“These spineless bastards wanted to force the prisoners to drink all the encroaching milk in a last-ditch effort to save themselves!” Y’Shtara growled, nearly drowning both guards in the milk.

“How would that work?” Ember asked.

“T-they figured that if we drank all of it, there’d be none left to spread to them,” Y’Shlata said timidly. “So, when they unlocked the Pit, sis used the opportunity to... ‘Give them a taste of their own medicine’”

“Beatrice!!” a young buxom, barely dressed fox girl ran toward Beatrice with arms spread.

“Oh, y-you’re fine!” Beatrice barely remembered who it was that ran toward her. “I’m glad—”

*SLAP*

Oh, Beatrice wasn’t quite expecting that. At least I didn’t take any damage from that, Beatrice noted, though the burning sensation in her left cheek was substantial enough to indicate that the fox girl did not hold back.

“‘FINE’!? YOU LEFT ME!! First you want me to carry your child—”

“Eh...” It started with an R—Beatrice managed to remember that much. But no matter how much she strained her memory it was no use. With time running out, there was only one thing to do... “R-Rosalia?”

“YOU’RE GUESSING!?!”

“It’s been a long time!”

“It hasn’t even been two whole days!!”

“It-it hasn’t?”

“NO!!”

“Huh... Somehow it felt like a lot longer than that,” Beatrice noted with legitime surprise. That time in the Wholesome Inn, so much had happened since then that it really did feel like a lifetime ago.

“Are you done?” Olivia looked at the fox girl with disdain.

“Captured, interrogated, thrown into those stinking pits,” Rafaelia listed off what she went through. “Threatened to be turned into a meal! And this is what I get from my rescuers and would-be parent of my child!?”

“Oh, please!” Y’Shtara groaned. “When was the last time you even heard of a pregnancy? What makes you so sure you’re pregnant?”

“I’m sure!” Rafaelia all but fired bolts of death with her eyes at Y’Shtara.

“Well, isn’t that sweet!” Ember mocked the fox girl and threw a glance at Beatrice. That one look told Beatrice that Ember remembered quite well when Beatrice told her about the pregnancy. “But it looks like we still have people unaccounted for.”

“Well?” Beatrice looked at their captive, ‘volunteering’ guide.