The Troglodyte Challenge



       The sun hung low over the glittering waves, the beach a canvas of soft gold and blue. Shouta trotted barefoot across the sand, his magician’s cloak fluttering in the salty breeze. Maruruk skipped alongside, cradling a beach ball, while Allister, as usual, lingered half a step behind, arms wrapped tight around his Ghost-type Pokémon plushie.
       —So, what should we do today? —Shouta asked, twirling his wand absentmindedly in the air—.
       —I wanna play a family game! —Maruruk chirped, flashing a bright smile—. Something like house or tea party!
       Allister tugged at his hoodie sleeves; face hidden behind his messy bangs.
       —I wanna play... something spooky. Maybe... horror hide and seek?
       Shouta perked up, a spark lighting behind his glasses.
       —What about wizard duels? I brought the spell cards from last time!
       The three of them burst into an excited chatter, ideas bouncing off each other like popcorn in a pan –until a shadow loomed ahead.
       A group of older kids lounged near a dune, their laughter sharp and cold. One of them, a tall, freckled boy with a buzzcut and a cruel grin; cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered:
       —Look at the babies! Playing stupid kiddie games!
       Maruruk squeaked and darted behind Shouta, peeking out like a shy kitten. Even Allister shrank back, clutching his plush tighter.
       —Aw, what’s wrong? Gonna cry? —The bully sneered, swaggering closer—.
       Shouta’s hands trembled, but he stood his ground. His heart hammered in his chest. He thought of Lucoa, of Tohru, of Kobayashi; of all the times they taught him to be brave.
       —Y-you should just... shove off! —Shouta shouted, voice cracking but firm—.
       The bully’s grin widened.
       —Big talk, wizard boy. Tell ya what, let’s make it interesting.
       He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the looming cliffs nearby. Nestled at the base was a yawning black hole, the entrance to a cave whispered about in ghost stories since forever: The Wild-Man Cave.
       —You last three hours in there. —The bully said—. And we’ll leave you and your little daycare pals alone. Fail... and you gotta be our servants. Forever.
       Maruruk’s eyes welled with tears.
       —Shouta, no! You don’t have to!
       Allister tugged at his cloak desperately.
       —Please don’t... it’s dangerous.
       Shouta clenched his fists. He hated bullies. Hated feeling powerless. If he ran away now, they’d never stop. They’d make every day a nightmare; not just for him, but for Maruruk and Allister too.
       —I’ll do it. —He said, voice stronger this time—.
       The bully laughed.
       —Alright, wizard boy. Here’s a flashlight. Try not to pee your robes.
       The gang jeered as they handed him a dented, flickering flashlight. The cave loomed ahead, its breath cold and damp even from yards away.
       Shouta swallowed hard, glancing back at his friends one last time. Maruruk was openly crying now. Allister looked like he might faint.
       —I’ll be fine. —Shouta lied—. Trust me.
       He stepped into the cave.
       At first, the Wild-Man Cave wasn’t so bad.
       The air was damp, yes, and the walls were slick with moss, but the flashlight beam revealed wonders: tiny glowing mushrooms clustered along the ground like fairy lights. Bats chirped overhead, sleepy and harmless. Even a family of white crabs scuttled across his path, their shells like polished stones.
       —This isn’t scary. —Shouta whispered, a grin creeping onto his face. —It’s like an adventure!
       He imagined himself as a mighty wizard exploring ancient ruins. He even swung his wand around for good measure, pretending to cast spells to ward off evil.
       But the deeper he went, the colder it got.
       The shadows seemed to thicken, clinging to the stone walls like living things. Strange noises echoed in the distance –heavy thuds, scraping sounds.
       Shouta paused, flashlight sweeping across a narrow tunnel.
       Something moved.
       He spun around.
       Nothing.
       His heart rate picked up, but he shook it off. Probably just a bat. Or a raccoon. Maybe even the wind.
       He ventured deeper, careful not to slip on the slick ground.
       Then he heard it.
       A low, guttural breathing. Close. Too close.
       Shouta whipped around –and froze.
       Standing in the dim beam of his flashlight was a figure.
       Not a raccoon. Not a bat.
       A man.
       Or at least... it used to be a man.
       The creature was hunched, its body amorphous and grotesque, skin pale and rough like something that was dried up by the sun. It was bald, its head lumpy and scarred, with eyes that gleamed wetly in the dark like a toad’s. It wore shreds of what might have once been clothes, now just rags hanging off its bloated form.
       Shouta couldn’t breathe.
       The Troglodyte.
       The stories were real.
       Shouta stumbled back, his flashlight jittering wildly. The Troglodyte growled a wet, gurgling sound –and took a lumbering step forward.
       The stories flashed through his mind.
       A creature born from a miner who got lost decades ago. Never found... until now.
       —Magic Missile! —Shouta squeaked, thrusting his wand at it instinctively—.
       Of course, nothing happened –except the Troglodyte blinking dumbly at the light reflecting off the wand.
       Shouta’s brain screamed run, but his feet wouldn’t move. He was paralyzed, breathing fast, heart slamming against his ribs like a trapped bird.
       The Troglodyte sniffed the air, drool sliding down its chin. It let out another wet grunt –and charged.
       Shouta was captured immediately. For every 10 steps he took the monster only had to take one.
       The little boy struggled, trying to free himself from the dry hold, but the creature was stronger.
       —Let me go! Let-
       The troglodyte brought Shouta closer to him, he smelled him like a dog figuring out a scent, then touched him like a baby figuring out what something is made of.
       It didn’t take long before the dumb movements of the monster would rip through Shouta’s clothing –leaving him naked.
       Embarrassed, Shouta struggled even harder, but he had no way of overpowering the troglodyte at this point. He was done for.
       For him, this was the end. If he couldn’t defend against the monster he would eat him, kill him or both. Any terrible scenario passed through his mind except for one. That which would become reality.
       The troglodyte looked at his small body and experienced a feeling unknown to him.
       His frame, so small and fragile. His ass round and perfect.
       As if everything he lacked in body mass had gone to it and accumulated over time.
       It didn’t take long for the creature to play around with it.
       —Please! Let me go! —Shouta scream over and over expecting mercy—. I’ll never return, I swear!
       But the troglodyte didn’t answer. Instead, his big fingers crashed against his ass cheeks –with one slipping down the gap and pushing against Shouta’s sack.
       It was sudden and painful. A powerful force impacting a delicate area that caused him to coil.
       A chain reaction that would cause the troglodyte to continue his exploration even further. And as Shouta moaned in fear –feeling his ass being played with, the creature experienced a change of its own.
       His cock began to harden, an erection happening naturally through exposure to Shouta’s thick body. That’s how his first ever lustful desires shined.
       Like a new world unlocking inside his dormant brain; probably the echoes of a past life where the monster didn’t exist yet.
       He began to remember things, ideas and cravings –which then twisted into disturbing desires filtered by his ferality.
       The troglodyte lifted Shouta like he was nothing and turned him around. He gazed at his perfect ass once more, spreading it open while approaching his tongue to it –to lick his anus.
       Shouta let go a loud screaming plea.
       —Wait! No!
       But the creature didn’t listen. He wanted more, experience his taste and the returning memories from a past he didn’t know he missed –licking more and more as the craving increased with every taste.
       It even passed to Shouta as the foreplay continued. With the kid’s penis erecting too.
       Shouta was embarrassed and ashamed of himself in ways he never felt before. No mistake, cringy comment or action he had done until now could compare to seeing his own body react positively to a sexual assault perpetrated by such a thing as the troglodyte.
       His penis twitching and leaking precum the more he got played with –followed by his anus palpitating as an invitation for the creature to play a game. A game neither knew, but their bodies called for.
       —Uhhhoh? —The troglodyte mumbled as he looked at the palpitations, then to his cock—.
       —P-please.. No more…
       Like an instinct kicking in, the monster approached Shota to his cock. It goes without saying that this made the young wizard panic even more. Scared of why this was happening –and once he realized the intentions, scared that his body could rip and tear  with such a big cock up his ass.
       Shouta looked at the troglodyte with tears in his eyes, once more trying to plea for mercy, but he didn’t know that word.
       Silence broke with an echoed scream. Shouta’s thick body stretching to fit the creature’s cock as it slid inside with trouble; expected from going raw. No amount of saliva could even begin to assist the ordeal.
       Instead, Shota had to feel his insides being rearranged just so the dick inside of him could move around while being moved around like a living fleshlight.
       As for his forceful partner, his senses were getting overwhelmed the more he fucked Shouta. Enduring the pressure on his cock caused by the struggle of the kid’s body.
       On top of that, the natural build-up of his own pleasure following right behind to intensify every action to eleven –it was too much for his brain to handle and it went berserk in no time.
       During these short bursts of energy –divided only by short pauses, the troglodyte would thrust inside and out rapidly until his cock slipped out, either rubbing against Shouta’s back or his face. They would change positions as he moved around the cave. All while Shouta felt more and more like a piece of cloth –getting tossed everywhere in the process.
       What had started as a close similar to a fleshlight position switched to missionary; keeping Shouta pinned down to the floor as the Troglodyte rammed him down with his hips. 
       The kid’s thick butt reacting to each push like an impact cushion; sending the rest of the energy through his body like an electrical discharge –pushing Shouta forward with every thrust.
       In the next burst of excitement, they switched to a laid down cowgirl-esque routine. The troglodyte laid on the floor while having Shouta ride him, or such was the intent –but with how afflicted the young wizard was, most of the riding was him just being moved up and down by the creature’s hands and hips as he continued to violate him.
       During this time, it was one of the only moments where their eyes could somewhat meet up. An amorphous face with a dead expression meeting the distraught and destroyed sadness in Shouta’s look.
       It meant nothing and it went nowhere, but for Shouta it was as if the creature was apathetic towards him. Showing him that no matter how much he pleaded for mercy, it would never come.
       Next it was a reversed stand and carry. The Troglodyte was in such extasy that he couldn’t stay still, nor laying nor sitting –so he stood up, leaning back on the walls to hold himself in place as he carried Shouta around; still using him like a sex toy.
       Shouta’s energy was depleting faster than ever. No longer could he cry or beg, even his moans were turning weaker.
       Meanwhile, things just kept getting worse from there when eventually the ultimate climax approached.
       The sounds, the smell, the feeling and texture of it. It was not only the fact that those three where alien to Shouta as he was ignorant to the sexual world –but also that the creature wasn’t exactly human anymore.
       Just like the body went through a metamorphosis at some point for living in such conditions, that would also cause the processes of this same body to change –in this case for the worse.
       The troglodyte shot his cum as soon as his body told him to, and that caused him to clench as a whole; including his grab on Shouta.
       So, there was no extra movements, or waving around. Just a forced intake of his bodily fluid.
       And it wasn’t just warm; it was burning hot. Shouta felt it run through his body like scorching lava as it filled his insides. The loudest moan he could master being his only possible response before he felt closer to a black out.
       The smell that came from it was also uniquely penetrating. Shouta’s nose was deeply overtaken by it –it was foul, like a wheatpasted mix.
       Lastly, its texture. Sticky and concentrated –you could not dare call it a liquid.
       As it dripped from Shouta’s ass, it would fist stretch for a while, and the drops that managed to free themselves wouldn’t even splash their surroundings.
       Shouta’s trembling body finally succumbed to exhaustion, his small frame falling numb within the Troglodyte’s grasp. The weight of the horrific ordeal being ultimately too much for his mind to handle, each shuddering breath a reminder of the terror that had shattered his sense of safety. As he drifted into a deep, restless sleep, his mind sought refuge in dreams, yearning for a world where the nightmare didn’t exist –where the warmth of Lucoa’s smile could shield him from the darkness.
       In his dream, Shouta found himself in a vibrant meadow, the sky a brilliant azure, untainted by fear. The air was sweet with the scent of wildflowers, and a gentle breeze carried the laughter of familiar voices. Kobayashi, Tohru, and even Kanna were there, their faces glowing with the carefree joy he so desperately craved. Lucoa, ever radiant, knelt beside him, her voice soft as she promised safety. Her words wrapped around him like a blanket, easing the ache in his heart. For a moment, he believed her, letting the dream weave a fragile cocoon of peace.
       But even in sleep, the scars lingered. The meadow flickered, its colours bleeding into grey as whispers of the monster’s voice crept into the edges of his vision. Shouta’s dream-self clutched Lucoa’s hand, his voice trembling. Lucoa’s eyes softened, and she pulled him close, her embrace a fleeting anchor against the tide of fear.
       As dawn crept through, Shouta stirred, tears staining his cheeks. After all it was all just a dream.
       He was still captured; he was still being violated. And worst of all, he was not getting saved.
       No one dared take the same challenge he took. No one was dumb enough like he was.
       So, he would remain there. The newest Troglodyte’s toy and source of pleasure.
       Such was his new fate. The consequences of his actions.
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