There was nothing I could do but let Rex lead me down the road. Along the way, we passed several dead monsters that Rex had previously had to fight in order to get to me.
"Goddamn transportation spell," Rex muttered as he steered me around the corpse of a triceratops that had been burnt to a crisp. "If I'd had known the artifact was cursed, I never would have wasted it on you."
He must have used up a lot of strength to fight these things, I realized. Maybe I have a shot at taking him out. I looked at his outfit, leather armor with firey patterns stitched in, and got an idea. Letting Misty come out, I grinned and said, "You know, hearing you talk to me that way makes me feel kind of turned on."
Rex stopped, the anger leaving his face to be replaced with satisfaction. "That so, baby?" he turned to face me with a leer.
"Uh-huh," I said, using my free hand to undo his pants. I then leaned in and hungerly kissed him on the lips. Rex vigorously returned the favor, and began to play with my breasts with his free hand. Pulling his pants down, I hesitantly began to stroke his member. He released my arm, and squeezed my rear hard, then moved it down to my... female parts. With my free hand, I grabbed his wrist before he could do anything and sharply kicked him where it hurt.
"Bitch!" he screamed as he fell over with a groan. "You'll fucking pay for that!" He began to reach for his MAP.
I grabbed a rock and with all the strength I could muster, I smashed it into his face. He stumbled back, spitting out blood, and I struck him again. He grabbed a knife from his belt, but before he could use it against me I hit him on the top of his head and knocked him out.
I stood there a moment to catch my breath. I did it. I had defeated Rex. I felt like hell, was both disgusted and turned on, but I had managed to win. The only thing left to do now was to finish the Secret Quest, and accept the grand reward. Fortunately Rex had given me both armor and a knife (how considerate of him!), as well as taken out several of the monsters in my path. I began to strip him, smiling when I thought about how I could be doing this for a very different reason.
