Palseks looked around the room at the furry giants that surrounded her.
She knew who they were, now. Or had a pretty good idea, she may have been here for a few years, but she still remembered seeing this group, minus the ram, back in Finn’s crystal ball. The wolf, mink and polar bear were her friends Charlie, Greg, Jeff. Then there was some fat ram she didn’t know. Who else was supposed to come to this game? Maybe Ben or Adam? Unlike the others, "Hagerd” clearly wasn’t using his real name, so it was kinda hard to tell.
As the realization that the four huge anthro’s that had just bought her to be a sex slave were, in reality, her best friends, the kobold opened her mouth and began, “Gregory! Palseks is…”
“Silence slave,” commanded Gregory as his head snapped towards her, “you are not to speak or do anything aside from what I order you to do.”
In a flash, a jolt of electricity ran out of the collar around Palsek’s neck and into her jaw, causing it to slam shut all on its own. Her body locked up, and no matter how much she wanted to move, every muscle in her body was locked in place. The only thing she could do was breath, and stare at the table directly in front of her.
And it was what was on that table that frightened her. She didn’t speak much common, but she got the gist of what the party was talking about. Sitting on the table were 12 jars, each filled with a shiny glittery cloud. The 13th jar was completely empty, though still sealed.
They didn’t know what would happen if they drank the substances in the jars. They didn’t buy her to be a sex slave, they bought her to be Guinea Pig. To drink what was in those jars and find out what happened.
Palseks heard Gregory say something about how they didn’t want her running off, and then all four heads turned towards her, the conversation clearly over.
Reaching out to the table, Gregory grabbed the jar in front of the anthro cow figurine. Despite its wooden body, Palseks could clearly make out a look of anguish on its face as its blunt, fingerlike hooves struggled in vain to grasp the teats on its overfilled udder.
“Palseks!” Gregory commanded as he handed the jar to her, “you will sample this jar. Just a sip of breath, nothing more.”