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Anyway, we don't celebrate Halloween here, but I wanted to contribute to the festivities since most of my fanbase lives in North America and other places that like celebrating this yearly spooky event.

This is a story about two stupid college students getting into trouble with the very sexy resident of an old secret dungeon. Hope you're not too badly spooked! Enjoy! :D", "writing": "Halloween Mimicry, by DragonMasterX.\n\n``This is stupid, Clara,'' grumbled Ben as he scanned the area ahead with a doubtful glare. He and his girlfriend had taken on a spooky Halloween dare and were currently locked inside a decrepit old manor resembling a small Scottish castle. It was dark outside with black clouds covering the night sky, so visibility was poor even with street lights pouring through the windows that weren't tapered. What little Ben's flashlight revealed to him only served to further enervate him. ``Let's get out of here.''\n\n``Pshh, relax, you chicken! This is fun!'' Clara wasn't the type of girl to back down after receiving a challenge. She was a fan of horror movies and haunted houses were her favorite, especially during October. The blonde skipped forwards with her own flashlight, her beaming smile almost as potent as its light bulb. ``And it's soooo intimate...'' she paused and turned around to wink back at her man.\n\nBen sighed, although it was hard to ignore the appeal of Clara's sexy pose. She was sticking one of her legs back and pushing her chest up with her arms in a way that made her cleavage stick out even more prominently. ``Not that this devilette needs any help with that...'' he thought to himself as he once again admired the revealing costume Clara had chosen for this year's festivities. Whereas he had gone for a simple ogre costume that involved him painting his skin and wearing makeup and ragged, baggy clothes, his girlfriend had gone all out.\n\nClara liked looking pretty, and she had the figure to show off, there was no doubt about it. The black and red corset hugging her upper body had one of the most revealing tops Ben had seen. With her petite frame and large bust, her breasts were nearly on full display. Most of her slender back was bare, two convincing bat-like wings sticking out behind. Serpent-themed, almost transparent leggings dressed her lower body with a coiling spaded tail adorning the girl's springy, supple behind. She was wearing blood red high heels and holding a fake whip on her right hand. The final piece was a hairband strategically placing a couple of short, pointy horns over her long, flowing mane of golden hair. Ben cringed every time she called herself a demon of love, but he couldn't deny this was the sexiest costume he'd seen her wear.\n\n``Fine,'' he conceded with sagging shoulders as he approached Clara. ``But you have a weird taste for romance, you know that?'' Ben threw an arm around his girl and pecked her on her full red lips, receiving satisfied smile in return. ``They didn't have to lock us in though...''\n\n``It's for realism!'' Clara assured with a cheerful laugh ``You can't have a spooky treasure hunt in a haunted house if you don't get immersed! Now c'mon. Let's check out the uhm... hmm...'' Clara put a finger to her cheek while indecisively glancing at several rooms that lay before them. Light reflecting from her flashlight as it hit a metallic surface caught her attention, and she perked up when she recognized a hanging pan under a pantry. ``Oooh! The kitchen! Bet there're a lot of places you can hide stuff in there!''\n\n``What are we even looking for? Hey wait!'' Ben called out as Clara ran ahead. He grumbled and rubbed his brow with his fingers. All he wanted to do was have fun at the Halloween party downtown with his friends from the college football team. ``But no, I had to get hooked with the thrill-seeker...'' he quietly followed while mumbling to himself. His spirits quickly picked up as he entered the kitchen, noticing Clara had begun the treasure hunt on her own, ``At least the eye candy's good!'' he remarked with an open-handed smack to his girlfriend's behind.\n\n``Ahh! Ouch!'' Clara whimpered at the surprise spank and then groaned after banging her head on the frame of an open pantry she had been inspecting while bent over. ``You dick! What did you do that for?'' she snapped at Ben who didn't seem apologetic at all the way he was smirking.\n\n``Your fault for having that sweet badonkadonk, cutiepie,'' Ben tried to smooth it over, but Clara didn't look too pleased at his honeyed if superficial words of compliment. She was rubbing her head where one of her faux horns appeared crooked. ``Shit, did you actually hurt yourself?'' Ben worriedly asked, approaching Clara with caution and using his flashlight to look her head over for bruises. ``You're fine...''\n\n``Hmph, I still hit myself with something...'' Clara was annoyed. As she brushed his hand aside, she crouched and returned to inspect the open lower pantry. This time, she aimed her own flashlight at the top where she had hit her head and noticed what appeared to be a white piece of hard ceramic sticking out. ``Huh... is this a lever?''\n\n``What, like a secret lever or something?'' Ben's curiosity was piqued. He crouched and asked Clara to scoot over and let him see. ``Hey, you're right. So, we pull this and get the prize, right? This was easier than I thought! Woo, we're making it to the party after all! Pull it, baby.''\n\n``What, just like that?'' Clara seemed the one in disbelief this time. ``Could be a trap, you know. Like we pull it and a skeleton or something jumps out of a cupboard!''\n\n``Or, we pull the lever and it opens whatever has the treasure inside. It's simple,'' Ben insisted, ``We were probably supposed to look all over the manor and get spooked by all the other traps, but we found the solution ahead of the game. Let's turn it over and show these chumps...!'' without waiting for any more discussion, the ogre-dressed college student reached to pull the pantry lever down. A brief moment later, the sound of old gears turning filled the dark kitchen.\n\n``Whoa... listen to that! It's like clockwork...'' Clara admired the realism behind the sound effects, but her train of thought stopped just as suddenly as the supposed machinery seemed to grind to a halt. ``Huh? Did you hear that?''\n\n``Yeah...'' Ben stopped and let go of the lever, turning to look around if anything had changed, ``Sounded like a loud clank. But that's weird, it sounded like it came from... Ah!''\n\nClara and Ben gasped in unison as the wooden floor beneath them parted and flipped under, revealing a hole where they were both dropped into before the trapdoor reset. They fell all the way down screaming.\n\n---------------\n\nBen groaned from the pain pulsing from his right shoulder. He had no idea how far they had dropped, but he considered himself fortunate his sturdy body had absorbed most of the shock. He couldn't see anything. If the manor had been dim before, it was totally dark right now. He quickly went over his different limbs and was relieved that other than the pain on his shoulders nothing was broken. A nearby whimper reminded him of his date. ``Holy shit, Clara,'' Ben quickly reached around for his flashlight, but found nothing of the sort nearby; he cursed himself when he realized he had set the thing up on the kitchen counter above the pantry when he pulled the lever earlier. ``Clara! Are you okay?'' he demanded as he crawled towards the source of the noise.\n\n``Owww...'' Clara's voice sounded weaker than usual, ``It hurts... I think I feel on my butt.''\n\nBen paused, sighed and plopped himself next to his girlfriend. ``Then what are you complaining about? Ooof!'' he was immediately jabbed on the stomach. ``Ow sonuva...!''\n\n``The hell is that supposed to mean?!'' Clara yelled angrily, scaring herself at the echo of her own voice. ``Wh-where are we? How far did we fall?''\n\n``I... I've no idea. Can't see shit,'' Ben said while rubbing his sore mid-section. It hurt more than his wounded shoulder. ``Didn't have to hit me that hard. Got your flashlight?''\n\nClara ignored Ben's complaint and immediately searched the ground around them. She found the flashlight, but the button wouldn't turn it on. ``Oh no... Ben, it must've broken when we fell!''\n\n``Fuck! Mine's back at the kitchen. Goddamnit!'' the exasperated young man pounded the rocky ground beneath them, ``And those haunted house idiots have our phones. I told you we shouldn't have left them behind!''\n\n``So this is my fault now?!'' Clara sounded outraged, ``How about taking a bit of responsibility? I wasn't the one who pulled the freaking lever!''\n\n``Wouldn't be a lever to pull if we weren't in this trap house to begin with! I just wanted to go get drunk with all of the guys, but no, you had to take Bridget's taunt to heart, didn't you?!''\n\n``Oh, so that's how we're gonna do it, are we? You were riling me up with the others, or did you forget about it?''\n\n``We were just messing with you! Ugh... fuck's sake. This isn't even part of the haunted house, is it? This place smells old and stale... like a dungeon or something.''\n\n``Hmph...'' Clara folded her arms and turned herself around.\n\n``Nngh...'' Ben groaned at the silent treatment and easily gave up. ``Look...'' he took a deep breath, stood up and extended his hand down to grab Clara's shoulder, ``I'm sorry I snapped at you, but we gotta get out of here.''\n\n``I guess...'' Clara mumbled, accepting Ben's help up. ``My eyes are adjusting to the darkness. I can see a little. How about you?''\n\n``Same here, guess there must be some sort of ventilation nearby or something around us. It isn't completely dark, but it's hard to see...'' Ben said, ``Let's look for the way out and...'' the student in ogre costume stopped himself after the first few steps forwards when he managed to make out an obstacle in their way, ``Iron bars...? And they go all the way to the sides!''\n\nClara was shaking, her love for thrill-seeking already past its threshold. ``Oh God. Is this a prison? It must be decades old! Maybe even more. Benny!'' she clung to her man's arm, ``Are we stuck here?!''\n\n``H-hold on. Must be a door around here... there has to be if it's a prison! Goddamn, this low ceiling...'' Ben grunted as he felt his way to one side, having to duck to avoid getting his head grazed by the ceiling. It wasn't extremely low, but Ben was very tall at 6'5''. ``Y-yeah! Clara, look, this feels like a door next to these two bars. They're close enough. Must be our door!''\n\n``Oh Ben, you did it! Open it! ...Ben?''\n\n``Shoot!'' Ben groaned and kicked the door, but only managed to lightly rattle it. ``Figures it's fucking locked. What're the chances they have the key laying around here?!''\n\n``Whu-what?!'' the blonde gasped in disbelief, ``This is bullshit! Oh God, I don't wanna be stuck here forever!''\n\n``Neither do I, baby,'' Ben's best attempt at sounding reassuring was killing his own confidence. ``But we can't panic now. Help me look around. Yell if you find something, okay? Oh, and give me your flashlight. Maybe I can get it back to work.''\n\n``O-okay...'' Clara steeled herself with whatever willpower she had left and let go of Ben's arm, placing her damaged flashlight in his hand. They split for the moment and went their own ways, feeling around in the darkness while kicking their feet along the rocky ground in case what they were looking for was nearby. It wasn't a particularly large chamber, with walls impeding their progress whenever they didn't bump into more iron bars. Right before she was about to give up, however, Clara's foot hit something sturdy. ``Crap!'' she yelped and bit her lip, stifling a scream of pain. ``Who the fuck left this... chest?'' her eyes blinked in rapid succession as she realized her luck. ``B-Ben! I found something! I think it's an old chest...''\n\n``Wait, really? But I was just there... I think,'' Ben was half concentrated in finding his way around while at the same time fiddling with the flashlight. He took care not to trip himself as he made his way to Clara. ``Can you get it open? Maybe our key is there...''\n\n``What kind of asshole hides a key inside a chest though?'' Clara groaned in protest, but dropped to her knees in front of the large container. ``Can't quite... push it open,'' she said as she pushed with her fingers. ``Doesn't seem to be locked though... Maybe if I... Ah! I got it!'' the commissure of her lips formed into a smile as it seemed like she had managed to find the trick. ``Not sure why, but after I pressed around it seemed to click open!''\n\n``Awfully specific mechanism if you ask me. If it turns out this is part of the haunted house after all, I'm gonna punch those guys' faces in!'' Ben declared while pounding the butt of the flashlight on his open palm. ``Oh!'' Brightness illuminated both the young man's face and mood as all of a sudden the light started working again. ``Got the flashlight working, baby.''\n\nClara rolled her eyes, but was happy to have a source of light again. Looking around them however, she really hoped the chest had what they wanted. She didn't like that dungeon at all. ``Yeah, great job. Now help me look into... huh?'' Clara's eyes froze in place as she moved the top of the chest back. She didn't need a flashlight to tell there was nothing inside the chest. ``Empty!''\n\n``What the heck's an empty treasure chest doing in here?'' Ben sighed, briefly taking his attention from the equally empty hallways to shine down on the chest and Clara. Just as she said, there was nothing inside other than the chest's dark purple insides. There was a growl of discomfort and Ben just gave up, turning to look elsewhere again.\n\nClara huffed, ``You don't have to be such a grump about it!''\n\n``Hell are you talking about? Aren't you the one groaning?'' Ben accused.\n\n``I don't groan! That's the least ladylike thing to do in a situation like this.''\n\n``Whatever, honey, just keep playing with your empty chest. I'll look elsewhere. Growling at me... pshh...''\n\nAs Ben turned around again, Clara puffed her cheeks out and returned her attention to the chest, refusing to give up on it. ``Maybe there's like a secret compartment in here too. There was a hidden lever after all...'' she mumbled while reaching inside of the chest, rummaging through its empty, leathery lining. ``Weird. It's oddly warm...''\n\n``You say something?'' Ben said from far away.\n\n``N-nuh-nothing. You keep to your side, grumpy grump!'' Clara didn't even turn around to reply. She continued feeling around, growing increasingly concerned about the large chest's peculiarities. ``I'm not sure how many chests use leather like this. Feels... kinda rubbery actually,'' she stopped at a corner, where her hand bumped into an outcropping part. ``Huh? Hey Ben! I think I found something. Come with the light!'' she called out.\n\n``What is it?'' the boyfriend slowly walked towards his girl, who seemed to be struggling to pick something up. From the looks of it the item seemed heavy and was making Clara put in some effort. ``Need some help with that?''\n\n``Hang on, muscles, I think I got it...'' the blonde assured while pulling the object up. It seemed cylindrical in nature, yet with a decidedly squishy texture. It was just as warm, if not hotter than the rest of the chest's insides. ``Ugh, what's this thing? Smells... fishy? Gimme some light, Ben, will ya?''\n\n``Right. Scoot on over, let me... holy cow are you shitting me?!'' Ben exclaimed as he shone down the light only to see his girlfriend handing a grotesquely huge, dark purple penis.\n\nClara was flustered at first, beyond embarrassed, but then she quickly became terrified of what she was touching. It was too fleshy to be a toy, pulsing against her grip. ``Eeeek!'' she freaked out and jumped at the same time as she let go of the supersized organ. In her desperation, she knocked into Ben, who couldn't stop himself from stumbling backwards and hitting the back of his head against the low ceiling.\n\n``Uuungh!'' the young man grunted one final time before dropping to the ground, out cold. The flashlight fell off his hands, rolling away from them.\n\n``B-Ben?! Ah! I'm so sorry!'' Clara shrieked and knelt beside her unconscious boyfriend, attempting to tend to him. ``Oh no! He's unconscious...!'' she lamented. ``Oh God. God what do I do?!''\n\n``You could finish the job you started, for one.'' An impatient voice rang out from behind Clara.\n\n``I'll do that later! Fuck's sake. Who pulls a joke like that?! That toy was too fucking real!'' she angrily replied to the request, blind with despair at the multitude of shocks. She didn't even register the new voice until she managed to calm down. ``What job are you even...?'' Clara slowly turned her head around and the surprise of what she saw simply made her knees give and made her fall. ``Oh what now?!''\n\nClara had always been a fan of horror movies. Werewolves, ghosts, zombies, demons, you name it. She had seen all of the special effects, all the gruesome transformations, even some of the more unhinged, depraved versions of classic adaptations. She had never once witnessed the otherworldly spectacle before her, illuminated by the dropped flashlight her boyfriend had just managed to fix.\n\nThe treasure chest was upside down, suspended in the air by a pair of three sharp toed feet coming from within. That same fantastically oversized endowment was hanging between the two pods, with the bulbous head dangerously close to the rocky ground, yet swinging right betwixt the shins of whatever ghastly creature the college girl had encountered.\n\nThe treasure chest's top was still hanging open like some sort of mouth flap. Only now Clara could see rows of pointed teeth adorning the open rims. ``What the fuck...?'' Clara gasped at the unsightly creature, unable to properly force her voice out.\n\n``What kind of succubus are you? Oh. Is the underworld full of pansies with tiny dicks nowadays?'' The talking chest seemed pleased with itself. Clara covered her mouth to stifle a scream when she saw the thing actually producing voice, flapping its open top like an actual mouth to speak. ``Rude awakening. Haven't had many visitors. Haven't had a reason to be awake. Could use the help with my morning wood.''\n\n``Morning wood, what the hell? What kind of freak are you?!'' Clara demanded.\n\n``Relax, toots. You're the one handling a guy's dick when he's asleep,'' the chest sassily responded, ``...is it his turn now? Wow, at least finish what's on your plate first.''\n\nClara shook her head, stuttering like a nervous wreck. She only then noticed the unconscious Ben by her. Turning to look at the talking chest, the blonde defensively waved her hands. ``You got it all wrong! He's my boyfriend, and he...''\n\n``Boyfriend?'' the chest interrupted, ``That's awful sentimental for a succubus. Pretty over the top for a snack. Anyway, that ogre looks like he wouldn't last. Come get a taste of a real man, sweetheart.''\n\n``Succubus, ogre, what the heck?! These are costumes you dolt!'' Clara yelled out, ``What kind of stupid role play is this?! Why's this haunted house so dangerous and... obscene?! For crying out loud, cover yourself...!'' she whimpered, finally putting a hand in front of her eyes.\n\n``Took you long enough to stop staring. Gotta say I was getting self-conscious. First time seeing a cock?'' the treasure chest cackled with laughter. ``If you're not a demon, and he's not an ogre, then you must be pretty stupid adventurers that came looking for treasure. How about it toots, am I right?''\n\nClara couldn't believe the situation. She was quickly losing confidence in this being a prank at all. ``Y-yeah...'' she played along. Another round of laughter.\n\n``Well aren't you lucky?! You just found it. I'm Plutus, and I'm this keep's treasure. Could you guess?''\n\n``You're... treasure? What's that supposed to mean?'' Clara inquired. Plutus sighed.\n\n``Slow on the uptake, ain'tcha? Not like this is my first time meeting a blonde. Fine, let's do this,'' the chest grew quiet all of a sudden. Growing increasingly worried, Clara parted two fingers to peer ahead only to see Plutus begin to shift in form. The chest began to further ascend and shrink in size as a slender figure was revealed, as if it was coming out of the chest.\n\nThose legs appeared dainty in comparison to the enormous tower of flesh prominently displayed between them. It wasn't long before the last of the creature's lower body was revealed, and Clara shifted uncomfortably in place as she saw the accompanying pair of bloated and taut testicles nestled atop Plutus's plump thighs. Wide hips accentuated a contrasting feminine shape that was further complemented by a lean waist, flat stomach and narrow upper torso. A pair of long arms with thick forearms and long, slender, claw-like fingers extended all the way down to the creature's knees. Clara couldn't see it from her angle, but there was also a long, lizard-like tail swinging behind Plutus.\n\nThe creature's head was humanoid in shape, but with a stretched mouth twisted into a toothy grin full of the same pointed fangs Clara had seen earlier. Plutus didn't seem to have cheekbones or a nose, and his eyes were two huge white beads that looked like oversized spectacles that reflected light. As the chest reached its highest point and became no bigger than a brooch, it closed and snagged onto the monster's pointy, cat-like right ear. His skin was as dark-purple as the inner-lining Clara had felt earlier, further convincing her that she had truly inadvertently giving it a hand job. \n\n``Treasure mimic,'' Plutus said while holding an arm out while resting a claw on his wide hips. ``Protector of the dungeon. Guardian of the loots. My favorite snack is gold coins and silly little adventurers!'' he cackled again as a pointy pink tongue slipped out of his dangerously sharp mouth. ``How do you do?''\n\n``Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!'' Clara couldn't take it anymore and let out an ear-piercing shriek.\n\n``Ugh, calm down. I didn't say I was gonna eat you,'' Plutus clarified over Clara's scream, but his voice didn't reach the crying woman. The mimic's patience drew thinner and thinner until he eventually got tired of watching her sob and scream. He pounced on her like a wild animal, knocking her down on her back. ``Listen to me, you slut!''\n\nClara didn't merely get toppled over. She got outright sat down on, and it was sealed right then that this wasn't an especially well-made costume. She wanted to struggle, but the mimic was deceptively stronger than he appeared, especially since he wasn't any taller than she was. She wanted to scream for help, but his balls were on her face.\n\n``There,'' Plutus smiled, ``What were you thinking? Get inside a guy's place, raid it for treasure, handle my huge junk and then say no when I ask you to finish what you started?'' the monster couldn't even see or hear Clara's response with his enormous genitals in the way. He grinned. ``In that case, I'm not even gonna ask anymore. `cause you know what? I'm horny as heck right now.''\n\nClara was desperately wishing she was hallucinating, having a candy-induced nightmare, anything to avoid having to face the reality of the musky baseball sized testes on her face. She could barely move with Plutus keeping her down so effortlessly. In fact, with what little room she had to see, Clara saw the mimic playing with himself with the hand that wasn't pushing and holding her down. As unbelievable as it was, that monstrous dick was growing even bigger as it grew erected.\n\n``Fuck, I always get such strong stiffies when I get up from a nap,'' Plutus groaned as he pumped his claw up and down on his ludicrously big endowment. It wasn't any shorter than thirty inches, and it was still adding more with every vigorous stroke. At the very peak, it exceeded three foot long by a couple of inches with a girth equivalent to a thick soda can. Clara was already tearing at such an impossible sight.\n\n``What is he thinking to do with that ginormous thing?! I can't... I can't take something like that!'' Clara was desperate. The musk was growing stronger. Those bloated, dark-purple testicles just as overgrown as the rest of the creature's genitals were making her dizzy, burning her nostrils with an intoxicating scent.\n\n``Just look at this big, fat rod, toots!'' Plutus scooted backwards, sitting down on her chest. With what little precious fresh air she was allowed, Clara gasped and breathed in large gulps. Before she could relax, however, Plutus released his grip and let that heavy, turgid meat bat slam down on her face. She felt like she had just been slapped with the biggest sausage in the market. ``Oh whoops,'' Plutus playfully snickered, ``Too much for your human brain to process? Gotta say, I'm big even more mimic standards. We're shape-shifters by nature, and I don't even have to change my size. C'mon, don't be shy,'' he continued, taking hold of the throbbing organ by the base, holding it mere inches from Clara's face. ``Give it a kiss.''\n\nThe blonde couldn't find it in her to fight back. Not only was she powerless against the creature, but she was feeling extremely light-headed. It was almost like the same buzz she got when she was drunk, but stronger and debilitating. She had wanted to move her arms in order to sock it to the beady-eyed horse-shaming-hung monster, but now they were moving on their own, towards the gargantuan spire before her.\n\n``That's right. You wanna kiss it and lick it, don't you?'' Plutus smirked, relaxing atop the poor human girl who seemed to be hypnotized by his musky aroma. Clara couldn't fight it. Her brain had been reduced to flan. All she wanted right now was to grasp that giant penis in her hands and cuddle it like a lover. Plutus had to let go of his cock base to allow Clara to move her hands up along the length of his beastly member. ``Ohhh thaaaat's iiiiit...!'' the mimic happily panted as every sensitive nerve in his pulsing, veiny erection flared to life. He saw his victim opening her plump lipped mouth to expose his length to its rouge.\n\nClara was lost amidst a raging storm of hormones. There was nowhere to be marooned, nowhere to look for safety in that turbulent sea of heightened stimulation. She hadn't even touched herself and her poor, weak legs kept grinding her thighs together, squelching sounds coming from her groin. The idea of Plutus's immense endowment being grotesque and undesirable had been replaced with a new fondness for its sheer mass. She could never get tired of sinking her fingers against the pulsing flesh, she could never not want the exotic taste of the mimic's dick making her want to suckle on it like candy.\n\n``Fuck. You fucking greedy slut. I'm supposed to be the covetous demon!'' Plutus laughed amidst some moans of delight. The femininely proportioned monster twisted his hips, dragging his huge balls over Clara's large rack as she played with the length. ``Mmnnghh... Just look at you... ohhhh... all... covered in my pre-jizz already!'' he eagerly panted as copious amounts of goopy and thick, white pre-seminal fluid drenched her head. Plutus's swollen glans seemed to yawn its urethra open every time a bucketful of precum pumped out to reward Clara's effort. ``And here I thought I was gonna bang a succubus, maybe turn her into my slave... nnghh... But you do look like a succulent little fuck. Forget foreplay. I want in!''\n\n``Ahhhh... aahh... n-no...'' Clara weakly tried to respond after releasing Plutus's meat from the hold of her lips, leaving a red mark on the shaft.\n\n``No? Just look at how hard I am, toots,'' Plutus confidently stood up, resting a hand on his hips while idly stroking his leaking member. It was simply dousing her in pre at this point, like an open faucet ready to flood the place. ``And it's all your fault. Gotta take responsibility for that. And fast. I don't wanna waste my precious seed on your ugly pink skin or the rocky floor. Eeugh.''\n\n``W-won't... it won't fit...'' the part of Clara that didn't want to be speared through with that huge cock was making a valiant effort at trying to communicate unease. The euphoric facial expression forced on her by her uncommonly high arousal, however, was betraying her. ``Puh-please... nuh-no...''\n\n``Fuck, that's such a pretty face. Glad I didn't smash it in with my dick,'' Plutus wasn't even remotely concerned with Clara's begging. He reached down to grip her face by the cheeks, forcing her lips to purse into a duck face. ``I'm gonna keep you, and you're gonna blow me every day from now on. But first, I'm gonna claim you like the slut you are!''\n\nClara whined. In her mind, she was kicking and struggling for dear life. In reality, her body had become putty in the monster's hold. He knelt down and didn't even have to push her legs for them to spread for him. His clawed hands clumsily removed her underwear, tearing it off her thighs and gashing the lower part of her costume to give himself easy access. ``Not demon pussy,'' Plutus remarked sadly, ``But I'll definitely enjoy myself!''\n\n``N-nuh-nooooooo...!'' Clara's whimpers grew in volume as her vulnerability reached its breaking point when the creature violated the entrance to her temple. That rigid dick looked absolutely imposing, but nothing had ever prepared the poor college girl for such a tremendous insertion. She was used to Ben's nine inch long dick, which was thick in its own right, but Plutus was devastating her vagina with a thing over four times its size. There was no way it should have fit, but the mimic was forcing every inch slide in.\n\n``Oh fuck yeah!'' the mimic's eyes finally closed and his smile grew the widest as twelve inches vanished within the first thrust. It was a rough, snug fit, but he was making it. He loved watching Clara's squirming body struggle to contain the adeptly monstrous equipment. ``Prepare for one hell of a stretch, slut. You're all mine now!''\n\n``Nnnghh... ahhhh!'' Clara yelped out in pain as her constricting lady parts were unable to repel the rude intruder. The tightness simply served to trap and further pressure Plutus's massive flesh stick inwards. Even her genitals seemed to conspire against her. ``N-no more... no more, please! Ahhh, it's too much!''\n\n``Too much? I'm only one third of the way in! Too much man for ya, toots?'' Plutus sarcastically said, ``Don't worry. I condition all of my toys. Keep them in good shape to play again...'' he smirked, ``So you better not break in the first use!''\n\n``I'm... ahhhh...'' Clara panted, the agony too great for her to bother making any sensible comment or remark. She could feel him sliding that preposterously sized cock into and past her cervix, destroying her womanhood in favor of stuffing her full of his member. Clara had to struggle to even say: ``I'm going to split in twooooo...!''\n\nBut she didn't split in two. In fact, beyond the initial, flaring pain, Clara could feel her body adjusting to the goliath rampaging in her womb. By some miracle her brain was beyond understanding, flesh hadn't torn, and the pain was slowly vanishing. Her eyes froze when she saw her stomach distend once his massive tool ran out of space to occupy. It was enough to freak her out, but now she could only place her hands over the bulge of her stretched skin and simply smile at the sight of her corset being ripped apart by her expanding stomach.\n\n``Size-queen, are ya?'' Plutus asked and after a brief moment received a small nod. The girl's eyes had glazed over. She was simply enjoying herself now. ``No surprise there. This dick isn't for little girls afraid of real men. Mmmph!'' the mimic boy drooled as he pushed further and further in, with over two feet of dick already trapped within her. ``Th-that's enough...'' he stammered as the pleasure almost made him go over the edge. But he didn't want to give it up without giving his pet a good pounding first.\n\n``M-Moooore...'' Clara's voice sounded like the moaning of a zombie. She was beyond all reasoning and concern for her own well-being. The monstrous dick stuffed up her uterus didn't matter anymore. Pleasure was all her nerves transmitted at this point, and she didn't have enough.\n\nPlutus smirked at the handiwork of his special musk, courtesy of his overdeveloped genitalia. It was supposed to affect females of his species to aid reproduction, but his hypertrophic growth had made it that much more potent. His tail snapped at the air and he licked his chops once he heard that sweet voice calling him to fuck the girl's body. He wasted no time and pulled back just enough to thrust himself back in.\n\nThe monster and the young woman's voices started a duet of moans as Plutus's wide hips hammered away. Clara's legs rattled with each hump as his heavy testes smacked onto her thighs. Plutus had no issue remaining in balance even with the remaining inches outside thanks to his long arms. The creature simply went to town on Clara, slamming himself in and out without reservation. He was so horny that his pent-up nuts were bloating even more, preparing to fire their load, swelling like overfilled water balloons.\n\nClara had become a fuck doll. Happy beyond measure but equally devoid of agency. All she wished for was to be able to relish more of that outstandingly brutal dick assaulting her love hole. ``More... more! Fuck me! Oh please fuck me!'' she begged, truly enamored with the mimic's humongous penile weapon of mass insertion.\n\n``Fuck, I'm gonna...'' Plutus groaned, his orgasm drawing close. It was already painfully close for anybody watching that they were both at their peaks. Clara's body had been wreaked by several climaxes, her juices flowing out from between the tiny crevices between her labia and Plutus' shaft alongside all of his excess pre.\n\nUnbeknownst to the unlikely lovers, a recently awakened pair of eyes had opened just in time to witness the highly particular spectacle. ``Cuh-Clara...? What...?'' Ben felt his head throbbing, nothing making sense for a moment. He waited, paused, stopped, and then waited some more, waiting for the world to make sense. But he was along for the ride whether he liked it or not. ``What the fuck...?'' he gasped, out of breath, as he sat up with a hand over his head. The sight before him was as unbelievable as the fact someone or something was riding his girlfriend in front of his eyes. ``What the fuck's going on?!''\n\n``...an audience?'' Plutus's wide smile seemed to shrink as he changed his brutal thrusting for a more moderate pace. He adjusted himself to look at the awakened boyfriend by holding onto Clara's legs. A sadistic grin drew itself on the mimic's face. ``Cool. Haven't played this game in a while.''\n\n``Game? The fuck is going on pal, that's my girl you're banging!'' Ben roared out as he got up to his feet, ``Get the fuck off her!'' he rushed the copulating pair, intent on tackling the rapist over. But what Ben did not count on was the creature's tail tripping him over and coiling around his ankle.\n\n``Relax, ``pal'','' Plutus mockingly said, ``I'm just loosening her up a bit for ya. You want a happy girl, don'tcha? So do I.''\n\n``Fuck you!'' Ben growled, ``Fuck is this shit?'' the college student struggled to undo the binding he was in, but he quickly realized it wasn't any kind of rope tied around his ankle. And that it wasn't a guy in costume sliding in a supersized tube of Pringles in and out of his girl's cunt. ``What... what kind of sick bastard are you?!''\n\n``Whoa, calm down there, meanie. I'm not sick at all. Wanna taste my blood?'' Plutus loved teasing other males. It was a delight to watch them cower over the size of his manhood, but this was the first time he actually had come in between two mates. The sight of the pathetic human boy being emasculated by his superior breeding skill and equipment was simply invigorating.\n\n``Clara!'' Ben screamed, ``Baby, I'm here! Talk to me. I can help! What's he done to you?!'' he tried to ignore the monster fucking Clara, but Clara didn't appear reasonable.\n\n``Ahhh... shut the fuck up, Ben! I don't want your tiny dick anymore...!'' Clara yelped out loud, her tongue lolling out of her drooling mouth. ``Let... let Plutus fuck me! God, please don't stop! I want more!''\n\n``Whu-what...? Baby, don't say... what're you saying?! I love you!'' Ben tried, but whatever he was saying was only registering as nonsense in the blonde's mind.\n\n``Love? Who needs love when ahhh...!'' Clara moaned, her sweaty body twitching to the rhythm of the mimic's pelvic thrusts, ``...when I got a dick this big in me?! I'm... I'm coming... I'm coming again... AAAAAAHHH!''\n\n``Nnnghh... there you have it,'' Plutus laughed as Ben continued to struggle, kicking his tail in a vain effort to break free. ``But you don't wanna believe it until you see it, huh?''\n\n``Fuck no! You did something to her, you bastard! I'm... I'm gonna kick your ass...!'' Ben claimed half-heartedly but his voice trailed off just as Plutus began to drag him around with his elongating tail. Out of nowhere the tail doubled in length and lifted Ben off the ground, dangling him above Plutus and Clara, upside down. ``Ahh! What the heck are you doing?!''\n\n``Giving you a front row seat... well, tail! Don't you wanna hear it in her own pretty voice? She's fucking mine now,'' Plutus stopped humping for a moment, Clara instantly begging for more in loudening requests, ``And she...'' he gave a thrust, ``...wants...'' he hammered in, ``...big mimic dick!''\n\n``Nnnnnaaaaaaah!'' Clara let out the biggest scream her lung capacity allowed her. The deafening shrill was almost enough to rupture Ben's eardrums as she hit the strongest climax of the night at that point.\n\n``FUCK!'' Plutus vociferated with intense pleasure as his balls began emptying their load through his long urethra and into his toy's ruined womb. Very quickly an excess of thick mimic batter started spilling out since the output was simply too much even for Clara's distended stomach to keep inside. The mimic boy didn't even blink. He stared straight at Ben's terrified eyes as he ejaculated inside of the human's mate. The feeling of triumphing over the other male was simply empowering. The mimic had never felt a rush like this before. And he wanted more.\n\nUnfortunately, Clara had passed out after her final sexual climax. There were no more whimpers to extract, no more delicious screams of bliss to gloat over the helpless human hanging above his absolutely wrecked ex-mate. This didn't please Plutus, who proceeded to extract the amazingly thick and long, juice and semen coated dick outside of the devil-costumed college girl.\n\n``Ahh! How the fuck do you walk with that thing?!'' Ben whimpered at the sight of Plutus's erection. The over the top reaction only served to briefly return a pleased smirk to the monster. ``Fuck, man, you're so damn creepy! You want my girl, fine! B-but keep that thing away from me! I'm too young to... too young to be impaled! Goddamnit! I just wanted to party with my friends and our girls!'' the college student was in tears. Understanding just how powerless he really was.\n\nPlutus would've enjoyed torturing the guy, turning him into another little toy for his giant dick to stretch. However, a delicious morsel of a detail erased that need from the mimic's mind, instead causing him to drop Ben while normalizing the size of his tail. ``So you know other couples, do you?'' Plutus put a finger to his chin, looking like a very pleased, feminine monster. ``I like that. And you know how to get here. So why don't we make a little deal? Bring me your friends, and I won't turn you into my little bitch.''\n\n``Whu-what...? Are you freaking serious?!'' As Ben got up from the ground, he was feeling half-hopeful, half-dreadful. He couldn't believe his ears. He had just been put in the hardest position of his life. ``Wh-what are you... I mean, if I did bring them to you, what would you... uhm...''\n\n``I'm still hard,'' Plutus shrugged with a cackle. Ben simply averted his gaze from that throbbing bitch-breaker. ``And I dislike leaving my house. So, bring me holes to fuck. And guys to show who's boss.''\n\n``B-but I can't...! I don't...'' Ben looked back at Clara who had been literally fucked unconscious, and then thought of this happening to his friends' girls too. Before he could make a counter-argument, however, an extremely heavy object the side of his face, knocking him down with a big thud. ``Owww! Fuck!''\n\n``That's one thing you now have in common with your ex-mate,'' Plutus grinned, idly pumping his monstrous cock. ``Want me to make it two?''\n\n``Fuck! Did you just hit me with your...? Dude, w-wait! Hold on... I'll... I'll need a key...'' Ben gulped, already feeling nauseous about the smell of cum on his face and clothes. ``I'll... do as you say.''\n\n``Hey, that's great! Guess I'll have to make a lady out of your boyfriends instead,'' Plutus snickered, turning around to saunter over to the closed prison door. Ben wished he was imagining it, but now that he could see the mimic's body from behind, he was incredibly slender and petite, no different from Clara despite the lack of a chest. The mimic stuck a finger inside the lock, making it click with a couple of twists. ``So hey, not that I care, but how did you guys make it to me anyway? You don't look any brighter than my new slut, and boy was she slow.''\n\n``W-we took a dare...'' Ben started explaining, figuring that a monster wouldn't understand the details. ``Haunted house above. Kind of like a creepy challenge...''\n\n``Don't care. But you might wanna use that as a front. Don't want anyone getting any smart ideas,'' Plutus licked his chops as Ben approached. The feminine mimic reached up to tickle under Ben's chin, ``Especially you, my new errand boy. I have your ex-lover with me after all. And if you decide to double-cross me, well, I have my exceptions about leaving my house...''\n\n``G-got it! Got it... I... I got it...'' Ben stammered, every fiber of his being rejecting the idea of being hunted by this sex-crazed monster. ``I'll be good.''\n\n``Love obedient little pets. Bring me some food, too. Or else I'll have to snack on a few of your friends, got it? Hmm,'' Plutus looked down at Ben's behind and immediately gave it a slap, making the young man jump, ``I'm regretting letting you go already. Don't make me regret it any more, little guy. So hurry up with the delivery!''\n\nIt was rather weird to be called a little guy by that impy little mimic. His mannerisms were very effeminate in spite of his masculine behavior. The hyper-dicked femboy mimic was alarmingly freakish to Ben, and he felt sorry for what he had to do, but he didn't want to test his body's elasticity as Plutus had done with his ex-girlfriend.\n\n``Th-this is... gonna be a long Halloween night...'' Ben thought to himself as he trotted out of the dungeon. He would find the exit to the manor's basement, which would eventually lead Ben to the outside. His destination was clear. He had to go pick up some friends and make them take the dare just as he and Clara had. But first, he was going to tell the clueless organizers of the event about a very creepy extra function they had missed on their own show.\n\nAnd make them try it out for themselves.\n\nThe End.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Halloween Mimicry, by DragonMasterX.

``This is stupid, Clara,'' grumbled Ben as he scanned the area ahead with a doubtful glare. He and his girlfriend had taken on a spooky Halloween dare and were currently locked inside a decrepit old manor resembling a small Scottish castle. It was dark outside with black clouds covering the night sky, so visibility was poor even with street lights pouring through the windows that weren't tapered. What little Ben's flashlight revealed to him only served to further enervate him. ``Let's get out of here.''

``Pshh, relax, you chicken! This is fun!'' Clara wasn't the type of girl to back down after receiving a challenge. She was a fan of horror movies and haunted houses were her favorite, especially during October. The blonde skipped forwards with her own flashlight, her beaming smile almost as potent as its light bulb. ``And it's soooo intimate...'' she paused and turned around to wink back at her man.

Ben sighed, although it was hard to ignore the appeal of Clara's sexy pose. She was sticking one of her legs back and pushing her chest up with her arms in a way that made her cleavage stick out even more prominently. ``Not that this devilette needs any help with that...'' he thought to himself as he once again admired the revealing costume Clara had chosen for this year's festivities. Whereas he had gone for a simple ogre costume that involved him painting his skin and wearing makeup and ragged, baggy clothes, his girlfriend had gone all out.

Clara liked looking pretty, and she had the figure to show off, there was no doubt about it. The black and red corset hugging her upper body had one of the most revealing tops Ben had seen. With her petite frame and large bust, her breasts were nearly on full display. Most of her slender back was bare, two convincing bat-like wings sticking out behind. Serpent-themed, almost transparent leggings dressed her lower body with a coiling spaded tail adorning the girl's springy, supple behind. She was wearing blood red high heels and holding a fake whip on her right hand. The final piece was a hairband strategically placing a couple of short, pointy horns over her long, flowing mane of golden hair. Ben cringed every time she called herself a demon of love, but he couldn't deny this was the sexiest costume he'd seen her wear.

``Fine,'' he conceded with sagging shoulders as he approached Clara. ``But you have a weird taste for romance, you know that?'' Ben threw an arm around his girl and pecked her on her full red lips, receiving satisfied smile in return. ``They didn't have to lock us in though...''

``It's for realism!'' Clara assured with a cheerful laugh ``You can't have a spooky treasure hunt in a haunted house if you don't get immersed! Now c'mon. Let's check out the uhm... hmm...'' Clara put a finger to her cheek while indecisively glancing at several rooms that lay before them. Light reflecting from her flashlight as it hit a metallic surface caught her attention, and she perked up when she recognized a hanging pan under a pantry. ``Oooh! The kitchen! Bet there're a lot of places you can hide stuff in there!''

``What are we even looking for? Hey wait!'' Ben called out as Clara ran ahead. He grumbled and rubbed his brow with his fingers. All he wanted to do was have fun at the Halloween party downtown with his friends from the college football team. ``But no, I had to get hooked with the thrill-seeker...'' he quietly followed while mumbling to himself. His spirits quickly picked up as he entered the kitchen, noticing Clara had begun the treasure hunt on her own, ``At least the eye candy's good!'' he remarked with an open-handed smack to his girlfriend's behind.

``Ahh! Ouch!'' Clara whimpered at the surprise spank and then groaned after banging her head on the frame of an open pantry she had been inspecting while bent over. ``You dick! What did you do that for?'' she snapped at Ben who didn't seem apologetic at all the way he was smirking.

``Your fault for having that sweet badonkadonk, cutiepie,'' Ben tried to smooth it over, but Clara didn't look too pleased at his honeyed if superficial words of compliment. She was rubbing her head where one of her faux horns appeared crooked. ``Shit, did you actually hurt yourself?'' Ben worriedly asked, approaching Clara with caution and using his flashlight to look her head over for bruises. ``You're fine...''

``Hmph, I still hit myself with something...'' Clara was annoyed. As she brushed his hand aside, she crouched and returned to inspect the open lower pantry. This time, she aimed her own flashlight at the top where she had hit her head and noticed what appeared to be a white piece of hard ceramic sticking out. ``Huh... is this a lever?''

``What, like a secret lever or something?'' Ben's curiosity was piqued. He crouched and asked Clara to scoot over and let him see. ``Hey, you're right. So, we pull this and get the prize, right? This was easier than I thought! Woo, we're making it to the party after all! Pull it, baby.''

``What, just like that?'' Clara seemed the one in disbelief this time. ``Could be a trap, you know. Like we pull it and a skeleton or something jumps out of a cupboard!''

``Or, we pull the lever and it opens whatever has the treasure inside. It's simple,'' Ben insisted, ``We were probably supposed to look all over the manor and get spooked by all the other traps, but we found the solution ahead of the game. Let's turn it over and show these chumps...!'' without waiting for any more discussion, the ogre-dressed college student reached to pull the pantry lever down. A brief moment later, the sound of old gears turning filled the dark kitchen.

``Whoa... listen to that! It's like clockwork...'' Clara admired the realism behind the sound effects, but her train of thought stopped just as suddenly as the supposed machinery seemed to grind to a halt. ``Huh? Did you hear that?''

``Yeah...'' Ben stopped and let go of the lever, turning to look around if anything had changed, ``Sounded like a loud clank. But that's weird, it sounded like it came from... Ah!''

Clara and Ben gasped in unison as the wooden floor beneath them parted and flipped under, revealing a hole where they were both dropped into before the trapdoor reset. They fell all the way down screaming.

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Ben groaned from the pain pulsing from his right shoulder. He had no idea how far they had dropped, but he considered himself fortunate his sturdy body had absorbed most of the shock. He couldn't see anything. If the manor had been dim before, it was totally dark right now. He quickly went over his different limbs and was relieved that other than the pain on his shoulders nothing was broken. A nearby whimper reminded him of his date. ``Holy shit, Clara,'' Ben quickly reached around for his flashlight, but found nothing of the sort nearby; he cursed himself when he realized he had set the thing up on the kitchen counter above the pantry when he pulled the lever earlier. ``Clara! Are you okay?'' he demanded as he crawled towards the source of the noise.

``Owww...'' Clara's voice sounded weaker than usual, ``It hurts... I think I feel on my butt.''

Ben paused, sighed and plopped himself next to his girlfriend. ``Then what are you complaining about? Ooof!'' he was immediately jabbed on the stomach. ``Ow sonuva...!''

``The hell is that supposed to mean?!'' Clara yelled angrily, scaring herself at the echo of her own voice. ``Wh-where are we? How far did we fall?''

``I... I've no idea. Can't see shit,'' Ben said while rubbing his sore mid-section. It hurt more than his wounded shoulder. ``Didn't have to hit me that hard. Got your flashlight?''

Clara ignored Ben's complaint and immediately searched the ground around them. She found the flashlight, but the button wouldn't turn it on. ``Oh no... Ben, it must've broken when we fell!''

``Fuck! Mine's back at the kitchen. Goddamnit!'' the exasperated young man pounded the rocky ground beneath them, ``And those haunted house idiots have our phones. I told you we shouldn't have left them behind!''

``So this is my fault now?!'' Clara sounded outraged, ``How about taking a bit of responsibility? I wasn't the one who pulled the freaking lever!''

``Wouldn't be a lever to pull if we weren't in this trap house to begin with! I just wanted to go get drunk with all of the guys, but no, you had to take Bridget's taunt to heart, didn't you?!''

``Oh, so that's how we're gonna do it, are we? You were riling me up with the others, or did you forget about it?''

``We were just messing with you! Ugh... fuck's sake. This isn't even part of the haunted house, is it? This place smells old and stale... like a dungeon or something.''

``Hmph...'' Clara folded her arms and turned herself around.

``Nngh...'' Ben groaned at the silent treatment and easily gave up. ``Look...'' he took a deep breath, stood up and extended his hand down to grab Clara's shoulder, ``I'm sorry I snapped at you, but we gotta get out of here.''

``I guess...'' Clara mumbled, accepting Ben's help up. ``My eyes are adjusting to the darkness. I can see a little. How about you?''

``Same here, guess there must be some sort of ventilation nearby or something around us. It isn't completely dark, but it's hard to see...'' Ben said, ``Let's look for the way out and...'' the student in ogre costume stopped himself after the first few steps forwards when he managed to make out an obstacle in their way, ``Iron bars...? And they go all the way to the sides!''

Clara was shaking, her love for thrill-seeking already past its threshold. ``Oh God. Is this a prison? It must be decades old! Maybe even more. Benny!'' she clung to her man's arm, ``Are we stuck here?!''

``H-hold on. Must be a door around here... there has to be if it's a prison! Goddamn, this low ceiling...'' Ben grunted as he felt his way to one side, having to duck to avoid getting his head grazed by the ceiling. It wasn't extremely low, but Ben was very tall at 6'5''. ``Y-yeah! Clara, look, this feels like a door next to these two bars. They're close enough. Must be our door!''

``Oh Ben, you did it! Open it! ...Ben?''

``Shoot!'' Ben groaned and kicked the door, but only managed to lightly rattle it. ``Figures it's fucking locked. What're the chances they have the key laying around here?!''

``Whu-what?!'' the blonde gasped in disbelief, ``This is bullshit! Oh God, I don't wanna be stuck here forever!''

``Neither do I, baby,'' Ben's best attempt at sounding reassuring was killing his own confidence. ``But we can't panic now. Help me look around. Yell if you find something, okay? Oh, and give me your flashlight. Maybe I can get it back to work.''

``O-okay...'' Clara steeled herself with whatever willpower she had left and let go of Ben's arm, placing her damaged flashlight in his hand. They split for the moment and went their own ways, feeling around in the darkness while kicking their feet along the rocky ground in case what they were looking for was nearby. It wasn't a particularly large chamber, with walls impeding their progress whenever they didn't bump into more iron bars. Right before she was about to give up, however, Clara's foot hit something sturdy. ``Crap!'' she yelped and bit her lip, stifling a scream of pain. ``Who the fuck left this... chest?'' her eyes blinked in rapid succession as she realized her luck. ``B-Ben! I found something! I think it's an old chest...''

``Wait, really? But I was just there... I think,'' Ben was half concentrated in finding his way around while at the same time fiddling with the flashlight. He took care not to trip himself as he made his way to Clara. ``Can you get it open? Maybe our key is there...''

``What kind of asshole hides a key inside a chest though?'' Clara groaned in protest, but dropped to her knees in front of the large container. ``Can't quite... push it open,'' she said as she pushed with her fingers. ``Doesn't seem to be locked though... Maybe if I... Ah! I got it!'' the commissure of her lips formed into a smile as it seemed like she had managed to find the trick. ``Not sure why, but after I pressed around it seemed to click open!''

``Awfully specific mechanism if you ask me. If it turns out this is part of the haunted house after all, I'm gonna punch those guys' faces in!'' Ben declared while pounding the butt of the flashlight on his open palm. ``Oh!'' Brightness illuminated both the young man's face and mood as all of a sudden the light started working again. ``Got the flashlight working, baby.''

Clara rolled her eyes, but was happy to have a source of light again. Looking around them however, she really hoped the chest had what they wanted. She didn't like that dungeon at all. ``Yeah, great job. Now help me look into... huh?'' Clara's eyes froze in place as she moved the top of the chest back. She didn't need a flashlight to tell there was nothing inside the chest. ``Empty!''

``What the heck's an empty treasure chest doing in here?'' Ben sighed, briefly taking his attention from the equally empty hallways to shine down on the chest and Clara. Just as she said, there was nothing inside other than the chest's dark purple insides. There was a growl of discomfort and Ben just gave up, turning to look elsewhere again.

Clara huffed, ``You don't have to be such a grump about it!''

``Hell are you talking about? Aren't you the one groaning?'' Ben accused.

``I don't groan! That's the least ladylike thing to do in a situation like this.''

``Whatever, honey, just keep playing with your empty chest. I'll look elsewhere. Growling at me... pshh...''

As Ben turned around again, Clara puffed her cheeks out and returned her attention to the chest, refusing to give up on it. ``Maybe there's like a secret compartment in here too. There was a hidden lever after all...'' she mumbled while reaching inside of the chest, rummaging through its empty, leathery lining. ``Weird. It's oddly warm...''

``You say something?'' Ben said from far away.

``N-nuh-nothing. You keep to your side, grumpy grump!'' Clara didn't even turn around to reply. She continued feeling around, growing increasingly concerned about the large chest's peculiarities. ``I'm not sure how many chests use leather like this. Feels... kinda rubbery actually,'' she stopped at a corner, where her hand bumped into an outcropping part. ``Huh? Hey Ben! I think I found something. Come with the light!'' she called out.

``What is it?'' the boyfriend slowly walked towards his girl, who seemed to be struggling to pick something up. From the looks of it the item seemed heavy and was making Clara put in some effort. ``Need some help with that?''

``Hang on, muscles, I think I got it...'' the blonde assured while pulling the object up. It seemed cylindrical in nature, yet with a decidedly squishy texture. It was just as warm, if not hotter than the rest of the chest's insides. ``Ugh, what's this thing? Smells... fishy? Gimme some light, Ben, will ya?''

``Right. Scoot on over, let me... holy cow are you shitting me?!'' Ben exclaimed as he shone down the light only to see his girlfriend handing a grotesquely huge, dark purple penis.

Clara was flustered at first, beyond embarrassed, but then she quickly became terrified of what she was touching. It was too fleshy to be a toy, pulsing against her grip. ``Eeeek!'' she freaked out and jumped at the same time as she let go of the supersized organ. In her desperation, she knocked into Ben, who couldn't stop himself from stumbling backwards and hitting the back of his head against the low ceiling.

``Uuungh!'' the young man grunted one final time before dropping to the ground, out cold. The flashlight fell off his hands, rolling away from them.

``B-Ben?! Ah! I'm so sorry!'' Clara shrieked and knelt beside her unconscious boyfriend, attempting to tend to him. ``Oh no! He's unconscious...!'' she lamented. ``Oh God. God what do I do?!''

``You could finish the job you started, for one.'' An impatient voice rang out from behind Clara.

``I'll do that later! Fuck's sake. Who pulls a joke like that?! That toy was too fucking real!'' she angrily replied to the request, blind with despair at the multitude of shocks. She didn't even register the new voice until she managed to calm down. ``What job are you even...?'' Clara slowly turned her head around and the surprise of what she saw simply made her knees give and made her fall. ``Oh what now?!''

Clara had always been a fan of horror movies. Werewolves, ghosts, zombies, demons, you name it. She had seen all of the special effects, all the gruesome transformations, even some of the more unhinged, depraved versions of classic adaptations. She had never once witnessed the otherworldly spectacle before her, illuminated by the dropped flashlight her boyfriend had just managed to fix.

The treasure chest was upside down, suspended in the air by a pair of three sharp toed feet coming from within. That same fantastically oversized endowment was hanging between the two pods, with the bulbous head dangerously close to the rocky ground, yet swinging right betwixt the shins of whatever ghastly creature the college girl had encountered.

The treasure chest's top was still hanging open like some sort of mouth flap. Only now Clara could see rows of pointed teeth adorning the open rims. ``What the fuck...?'' Clara gasped at the unsightly creature, unable to properly force her voice out.

``What kind of succubus are you? Oh. Is the underworld full of pansies with tiny dicks nowadays?'' The talking chest seemed pleased with itself. Clara covered her mouth to stifle a scream when she saw the thing actually producing voice, flapping its open top like an actual mouth to speak. ``Rude awakening. Haven't had many visitors. Haven't had a reason to be awake. Could use the help with my morning wood.''

``Morning wood, what the hell? What kind of freak are you?!'' Clara demanded.

``Relax, toots. You're the one handling a guy's dick when he's asleep,'' the chest sassily responded, ``...is it his turn now? Wow, at least finish what's on your plate first.''

Clara shook her head, stuttering like a nervous wreck. She only then noticed the unconscious Ben by her. Turning to look at the talking chest, the blonde defensively waved her hands. ``You got it all wrong! He's my boyfriend, and he...''

``Boyfriend?'' the chest interrupted, ``That's awful sentimental for a succubus. Pretty over the top for a snack. Anyway, that ogre looks like he wouldn't last. Come get a taste of a real man, sweetheart.''

``Succubus, ogre, what the heck?! These are costumes you dolt!'' Clara yelled out, ``What kind of stupid role play is this?! Why's this haunted house so dangerous and... obscene?! For crying out loud, cover yourself...!'' she whimpered, finally putting a hand in front of her eyes.

``Took you long enough to stop staring. Gotta say I was getting self-conscious. First time seeing a cock?'' the treasure chest cackled with laughter. ``If you're not a demon, and he's not an ogre, then you must be pretty stupid adventurers that came looking for treasure. How about it toots, am I right?''

Clara couldn't believe the situation. She was quickly losing confidence in this being a prank at all. ``Y-yeah...'' she played along. Another round of laughter.

``Well aren't you lucky?! You just found it. I'm Plutus, and I'm this keep's treasure. Could you guess?''

``You're... treasure? What's that supposed to mean?'' Clara inquired. Plutus sighed.

``Slow on the uptake, ain'tcha? Not like this is my first time meeting a blonde. Fine, let's do this,'' the chest grew quiet all of a sudden. Growing increasingly worried, Clara parted two fingers to peer ahead only to see Plutus begin to shift in form. The chest began to further ascend and shrink in size as a slender figure was revealed, as if it was coming out of the chest.

Those legs appeared dainty in comparison to the enormous tower of flesh prominently displayed between them. It wasn't long before the last of the creature's lower body was revealed, and Clara shifted uncomfortably in place as she saw the accompanying pair of bloated and taut testicles nestled atop Plutus's plump thighs. Wide hips accentuated a contrasting feminine shape that was further complemented by a lean waist, flat stomach and narrow upper torso. A pair of long arms with thick forearms and long, slender, claw-like fingers extended all the way down to the creature's knees. Clara couldn't see it from her angle, but there was also a long, lizard-like tail swinging behind Plutus.

The creature's head was humanoid in shape, but with a stretched mouth twisted into a toothy grin full of the same pointed fangs Clara had seen earlier. Plutus didn't seem to have cheekbones or a nose, and his eyes were two huge white beads that looked like oversized spectacles that reflected light. As the chest reached its highest point and became no bigger than a brooch, it closed and snagged onto the monster's pointy, cat-like right ear. His skin was as dark-purple as the inner-lining Clara had felt earlier, further convincing her that she had truly inadvertently giving it a hand job.

``Treasure mimic,'' Plutus said while holding an arm out while resting a claw on his wide hips. ``Protector of the dungeon. Guardian of the loots. My favorite snack is gold coins and silly little adventurers!'' he cackled again as a pointy pink tongue slipped out of his dangerously sharp mouth. ``How do you do?''

``Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!'' Clara couldn't take it anymore and let out an ear-piercing shriek.

``Ugh, calm down.  I didn't say I was gonna eat you,'' Plutus clarified over Clara's scream, but his voice didn't reach the crying woman. The mimic's patience drew thinner and thinner until he eventually got tired of watching her sob and scream. He pounced on her like a wild animal, knocking her down on her back. ``Listen to me, you slut!''

Clara didn't merely get toppled over. She got outright sat down on, and it was sealed right then that this wasn't an especially well-made costume. She wanted to struggle, but the mimic was deceptively stronger than he appeared, especially since he wasn't any taller than she was. She wanted to scream for help, but his balls were on her face.

``There,'' Plutus smiled, ``What were you thinking? Get inside a guy's place, raid it for treasure, handle my huge junk and then say no when I ask you to finish what you started?'' the monster couldn't even see or hear Clara's response with his enormous genitals in the way. He grinned. ``In that case, I'm not even gonna ask anymore. `cause you know what? I'm horny as heck right now.''

Clara was desperately wishing she was hallucinating, having a candy-induced nightmare, anything to avoid having to face the reality of the musky baseball sized testes on her face. She could barely move with Plutus keeping her down so effortlessly. In fact, with what little room she had to see, Clara saw the mimic playing with himself with the hand that wasn't pushing and holding her down. As unbelievable as it was, that monstrous dick was growing even bigger as it grew erected.

``Fuck, I always get such strong stiffies when I get up from a nap,'' Plutus groaned as he pumped his claw up and down on his ludicrously big endowment. It wasn't any shorter than thirty inches, and it was still adding more with every vigorous stroke. At the very peak, it exceeded three foot long by a couple of inches with a girth equivalent to a thick soda can. Clara was already tearing at such an impossible sight.

``What is he thinking to do with that ginormous thing?! I can't... I can't take something like that!'' Clara was desperate. The musk was growing stronger. Those bloated, dark-purple testicles just as overgrown as the rest of the creature's genitals were making her dizzy, burning her nostrils with an intoxicating scent.

``Just look at this big, fat rod, toots!'' Plutus scooted backwards, sitting down on her chest. With what little precious fresh air she was allowed, Clara gasped and breathed in large gulps. Before she could relax, however, Plutus released his grip and let that heavy, turgid meat bat slam down on her face. She felt like she had just been slapped with the biggest sausage in the market. ``Oh whoops,'' Plutus playfully snickered, ``Too much for your human brain to process? Gotta say, I'm big even more mimic standards. We're shape-shifters by nature, and I don't even have to change my size. C'mon, don't be shy,'' he continued, taking hold of the throbbing organ by the base, holding it mere inches from Clara's face. ``Give it a kiss.''

The blonde couldn't find it in her to fight back. Not only was she powerless against the creature, but she was feeling extremely light-headed. It was almost like the same buzz she got when she was drunk, but stronger and debilitating. She had wanted to move her arms in order to sock it to the beady-eyed horse-shaming-hung monster, but now they were moving on their own, towards the gargantuan spire before her.

``That's right. You wanna kiss it and lick it, don't you?'' Plutus smirked, relaxing atop the poor human girl who seemed to be hypnotized by his musky aroma. Clara couldn't fight it. Her brain had been reduced to flan. All she wanted right now was to grasp that giant penis in her hands and cuddle it like a lover. Plutus had to let go of his cock base to allow Clara to move her hands up along the length of his beastly member. ``Ohhh thaaaat's iiiiit...!'' the mimic happily panted as every sensitive nerve in his pulsing, veiny erection flared to life. He saw his victim opening her plump lipped mouth to expose his length to its rouge.

Clara was lost amidst a raging storm of hormones. There was nowhere to be marooned, nowhere to look for safety in that turbulent sea of heightened stimulation. She hadn't even touched herself and her poor, weak legs kept grinding her thighs together, squelching sounds coming from her groin. The idea of Plutus's immense endowment being grotesque and undesirable had been replaced with a new fondness for its sheer mass. She could never get tired of sinking her fingers against the pulsing flesh, she could never not want the exotic taste of the mimic's dick making her want to suckle on it like candy.

``Fuck. You fucking greedy slut. I'm supposed to be the covetous demon!'' Plutus laughed amidst some moans of delight. The femininely proportioned monster twisted his hips, dragging his huge balls over Clara's large rack as she played with the length. ``Mmnnghh... Just look at you... ohhhh... all... covered in my pre-jizz already!'' he eagerly panted as copious amounts of goopy and thick, white pre-seminal fluid drenched her head. Plutus's swollen glans seemed to yawn its urethra open every time a bucketful of precum pumped out to reward Clara's effort. ``And here I thought I was gonna bang a succubus, maybe turn her into my slave... nnghh... But you do look like a succulent little fuck. Forget foreplay. I want in!''

``Ahhhh... aahh... n-no...'' Clara weakly tried to respond after releasing Plutus's meat from the hold of her lips, leaving a red mark on the shaft.

``No? Just look at how hard I am, toots,'' Plutus confidently stood up, resting a hand on his hips while idly stroking his leaking member. It was simply dousing her in pre at this point, like an open faucet ready to flood the place. ``And it's all your fault. Gotta take responsibility for that. And fast. I don't wanna waste my precious seed on your ugly pink skin or the rocky floor. Eeugh.''

``W-won't... it won't fit...'' the part of Clara that didn't want to be speared through with that huge cock was making a valiant effort at trying to communicate unease. The euphoric facial expression forced on her by her uncommonly high arousal, however, was betraying her. ``Puh-please... nuh-no...''

``Fuck, that's such a pretty face. Glad I didn't smash it in with my dick,'' Plutus wasn't even remotely concerned with Clara's begging. He reached down to grip her face by the cheeks, forcing her lips to purse into a duck face. ``I'm gonna keep you, and you're gonna blow me every day from now on. But first, I'm gonna claim you like the slut you are!''

Clara whined. In her mind, she was kicking and struggling for dear life. In reality, her body had become putty in the monster's hold. He knelt down and didn't even have to push her legs for them to spread for him. His clawed hands clumsily removed her underwear, tearing it off her thighs and gashing the lower part of her costume to give himself easy access. ``Not demon pussy,'' Plutus remarked sadly, ``But I'll definitely enjoy myself!''

``N-nuh-nooooooo...!'' Clara's whimpers grew in volume as her vulnerability reached its breaking point when the creature violated the entrance to her temple. That rigid dick looked absolutely imposing, but nothing had ever prepared the poor college girl for such a tremendous insertion. She was used to Ben's nine inch long dick, which was thick in its own right, but Plutus was devastating her vagina with a thing over four times its size. There was no way it should have fit, but the mimic was forcing every inch slide in.

``Oh fuck yeah!'' the mimic's eyes finally closed and his smile grew the widest as twelve inches vanished within the first thrust. It was a rough, snug fit, but he was making it. He loved watching Clara's squirming body struggle to contain the adeptly monstrous equipment. ``Prepare for one hell of a stretch, slut. You're all mine now!''

``Nnnghh... ahhhh!'' Clara yelped out in pain as her constricting lady parts were unable to repel the rude intruder. The tightness simply served to trap and further pressure Plutus's massive flesh stick inwards. Even her genitals seemed to conspire against her. ``N-no more... no more, please! Ahhh, it's too much!''

``Too much? I'm only one third of the way in! Too much man for ya, toots?'' Plutus sarcastically said, ``Don't worry. I condition all of my toys. Keep them in good shape to play again...'' he smirked, ``So you better not break in the first use!''

``I'm... ahhhh...'' Clara panted, the agony too great for her to bother making any sensible comment or remark. She could feel him sliding that preposterously sized cock into and past her cervix, destroying her womanhood in favor of stuffing her full of his member. Clara had to struggle to even say: ``I'm going to split in twooooo...!''

But she didn't split in two. In fact, beyond the initial, flaring pain, Clara could feel her body adjusting to the goliath rampaging in her womb. By some miracle her brain was beyond understanding, flesh hadn't torn, and the pain was slowly vanishing. Her eyes froze when she saw her stomach distend once his massive tool ran out of space to occupy. It was enough to freak her out, but now she could only place her hands over the bulge of her stretched skin and simply smile at the sight of her corset being ripped apart by her expanding stomach.

``Size-queen, are ya?'' Plutus asked and after a brief moment received a small nod. The girl's eyes had glazed over. She was simply enjoying herself now. ``No surprise there. This dick isn't for little girls afraid of real men. Mmmph!'' the mimic boy drooled as he pushed further and further in, with over two feet of dick already trapped within her. ``Th-that's enough...'' he stammered as the pleasure almost made him go over the edge. But he didn't want to give it up without giving his pet a good pounding first.

``M-Moooore...'' Clara's voice sounded like the moaning of a zombie. She was beyond all reasoning and concern for her own well-being. The monstrous dick stuffed up her uterus didn't matter anymore. Pleasure was all her nerves transmitted at this point, and she didn't have enough.

Plutus smirked at the handiwork of his special musk, courtesy of his overdeveloped genitalia. It was supposed to affect females of his species to aid reproduction, but his hypertrophic growth had made it that much more potent. His tail snapped at the air and he licked his chops once he heard that sweet voice calling him to fuck the girl's body. He wasted no time and pulled back just enough to thrust himself back in.

The monster and the young woman's voices started a duet of moans as Plutus's wide hips hammered away. Clara's legs rattled with each hump as his heavy testes smacked onto her thighs. Plutus had no issue remaining in balance even with the remaining inches outside thanks to his long arms. The creature simply went to town on Clara, slamming himself in and out without reservation. He was so horny that his pent-up nuts were bloating even more, preparing to fire their load, swelling like overfilled water balloons.

Clara had become a fuck doll. Happy beyond measure but equally devoid of agency. All she wished for was to be able to relish more of that outstandingly brutal dick assaulting her love hole. ``More... more! Fuck me! Oh please fuck me!'' she begged, truly enamored with the mimic's humongous penile weapon of mass insertion.

``Fuck, I'm gonna...'' Plutus groaned, his orgasm drawing close. It was already painfully close for anybody watching that they were both at their peaks. Clara's body had been wreaked by several climaxes, her juices flowing out from between the tiny crevices between her labia and Plutus' shaft alongside all of his excess pre.

Unbeknownst to the unlikely lovers, a recently awakened pair of eyes had opened just in time to witness the highly particular spectacle.  ``Cuh-Clara...? What...?'' Ben felt his head throbbing, nothing making sense for a moment. He waited, paused, stopped, and then waited some more, waiting for the world to make sense. But he was along for the ride whether he liked it or not. ``What the fuck...?'' he gasped, out of breath, as he sat up with a hand over his head. The sight before him was as unbelievable as the fact someone or something was riding his girlfriend in front of his eyes. ``What the fuck's going on?!''

``...an audience?'' Plutus's wide smile seemed to shrink as he changed his brutal thrusting for a more moderate pace. He adjusted himself to look at the awakened boyfriend by holding onto Clara's legs. A sadistic grin drew itself on the mimic's face. ``Cool. Haven't played this game in a while.''

``Game? The fuck is going on pal, that's my girl you're banging!'' Ben roared out as he got up to his feet, ``Get the fuck off her!'' he rushed the copulating pair, intent on tackling the rapist over. But what Ben did not count on was the creature's tail tripping him over and coiling around his ankle.

``Relax, ``pal'','' Plutus mockingly said, ``I'm just loosening her up a bit for ya. You want a happy girl, don'tcha? So do I.''

``Fuck you!'' Ben growled, ``Fuck is this shit?'' the college student struggled to undo the binding he was in, but he quickly realized it wasn't any kind of rope tied around his ankle. And that it wasn't a guy in costume sliding in a supersized tube of Pringles in and out of his girl's cunt. ``What... what kind of sick bastard are you?!''

``Whoa, calm down there, meanie. I'm not sick at all. Wanna taste my blood?'' Plutus loved teasing other males. It was a delight to watch them cower over the size of his manhood, but this was the first time he actually had come in between two mates. The sight of the pathetic human boy being emasculated by his superior breeding skill and equipment was simply invigorating.

``Clara!'' Ben screamed, ``Baby, I'm here! Talk to me. I can help! What's he done to you?!'' he tried to ignore the monster fucking Clara, but Clara didn't appear reasonable.

``Ahhh... shut the fuck up, Ben! I don't want your tiny dick anymore...!'' Clara yelped out loud, her tongue lolling out of her drooling mouth. ``Let... let Plutus fuck me! God, please don't stop! I want more!''

``Whu-what...? Baby, don't say... what're you saying?! I love you!'' Ben tried, but whatever he was saying was only registering as nonsense in the blonde's mind.

``Love? Who needs love when ahhh...!'' Clara moaned, her sweaty body twitching to the rhythm of the mimic's pelvic thrusts, ``...when I got a dick this big in me?! I'm... I'm coming... I'm coming again... AAAAAAHHH!''

``Nnnghh... there you have it,'' Plutus laughed as Ben continued to struggle, kicking his tail in a vain effort to break free. ``But you don't wanna believe it until you see it, huh?''

``Fuck no! You did something to her, you bastard! I'm... I'm gonna kick your ass...!'' Ben claimed half-heartedly but his voice trailed off just as Plutus began to drag him around with his elongating tail. Out of nowhere the tail doubled in length and lifted Ben off the ground, dangling him above Plutus and Clara, upside down. ``Ahh! What the heck are you doing?!''

``Giving you a front row seat... well, tail! Don't you wanna hear it in her own pretty voice? She's fucking mine now,'' Plutus stopped humping for a moment, Clara instantly begging for more in loudening requests, ``And she...'' he gave a thrust, ``...wants...'' he hammered in, ``...big mimic dick!''

``Nnnnnaaaaaaah!'' Clara let out the biggest scream her lung capacity allowed her. The deafening shrill was almost enough to rupture Ben's eardrums as she hit the strongest climax of the night at that point.

``FUCK!'' Plutus vociferated with intense pleasure as his balls began emptying their load through his long urethra and into his toy's ruined womb. Very quickly an excess of thick mimic batter started spilling out since the output was simply too much even for Clara's distended stomach to keep inside. The mimic boy didn't even blink. He stared straight at Ben's terrified eyes as he ejaculated inside of the human's mate. The feeling of triumphing over the other male was simply empowering. The mimic had never felt a rush like this before. And he wanted more.

Unfortunately, Clara had passed out after her final sexual climax. There were no more whimpers to extract, no more delicious screams of bliss to gloat over the helpless human hanging above his absolutely wrecked ex-mate. This didn't please Plutus, who proceeded to extract the amazingly thick and long, juice and semen coated dick outside of the devil-costumed college girl.

``Ahh! How the fuck do you walk with that thing?!'' Ben whimpered at the sight of Plutus's erection. The over the top reaction only served to briefly return a pleased smirk to the monster. ``Fuck, man, you're so damn creepy! You want my girl, fine! B-but keep that thing away from me! I'm too young to... too young to be impaled! Goddamnit! I just wanted to party with my friends and our girls!'' the college student was in tears. Understanding just how powerless he really was.

Plutus would've enjoyed torturing the guy, turning him into another little toy for his giant dick to stretch. However, a delicious morsel of a detail erased that need from the mimic's mind, instead causing him to drop Ben while normalizing the size of his tail. ``So you know other couples, do you?'' Plutus put a finger to his chin, looking like a very pleased, feminine monster. ``I like that. And you know how to get here. So why don't we make a little deal? Bring me your friends, and I won't turn you into my little bitch.''

``Whu-what...? Are you freaking serious?!'' As Ben got up from the ground, he was feeling half-hopeful, half-dreadful. He couldn't believe his ears. He had just been put in the hardest position of his life. ``Wh-what are you... I mean, if I did bring them to you, what would you... uhm...''

``I'm still hard,'' Plutus shrugged with a cackle. Ben simply averted his gaze from that throbbing bitch-breaker. ``And I dislike leaving my house. So, bring me holes to fuck. And guys to show who's boss.''

``B-but I can't...! I don't...'' Ben looked back at Clara who had been literally fucked unconscious, and then thought of this happening to his friends' girls too. Before he could make a counter-argument, however, an extremely heavy object the side of his face, knocking him down with a big thud. ``Owww! Fuck!''

``That's one thing you now have in common with your ex-mate,'' Plutus grinned, idly pumping his monstrous cock. ``Want me to make it two?''

``Fuck! Did you just hit me with your...? Dude, w-wait! Hold on... I'll... I'll need a key...'' Ben gulped, already feeling nauseous about the smell of cum on his face and clothes. ``I'll... do as you say.''

``Hey, that's great! Guess I'll have to make a lady out of your boyfriends instead,'' Plutus snickered, turning around to saunter over to the closed prison door. Ben wished he was imagining it, but now that he could see the mimic's body from behind, he was incredibly slender and petite, no different from Clara despite the lack of a chest. The mimic stuck a finger inside the lock, making it click with a couple of twists. ``So hey, not that I care, but how did you guys make it to me anyway? You don't look any brighter than my new slut, and boy was she slow.''

``W-we took a dare...'' Ben started explaining, figuring that a monster wouldn't understand the details. ``Haunted house above. Kind of like a creepy challenge...''

``Don't care. But you might wanna use that as a front. Don't want anyone getting any smart ideas,'' Plutus licked his chops as Ben approached. The feminine mimic reached up to tickle under Ben's chin, ``Especially you, my new errand boy. I have your ex-lover with me after all. And if you decide to double-cross me, well, I have my exceptions about leaving my house...''

``G-got it! Got it... I... I got it...'' Ben stammered, every fiber of his being rejecting the idea of being hunted by this sex-crazed monster. ``I'll be good.''

``Love obedient little pets. Bring me some food, too. Or else I'll have to snack on a few of your friends, got it? Hmm,'' Plutus looked down at Ben's behind and immediately gave it a slap, making the young man jump, ``I'm regretting letting you go already. Don't make me regret it any more, little guy. So hurry up with the delivery!''

It was rather weird to be called a little guy by that impy little mimic. His mannerisms were very effeminate in spite of his masculine behavior. The hyper-dicked femboy mimic was alarmingly freakish to Ben, and he felt sorry for what he had to do, but he didn't want to test his body's elasticity as Plutus had done with his ex-girlfriend.

``Th-this is... gonna be a long Halloween night...'' Ben thought to himself as he trotted out of the dungeon. He would find the exit to the manor's basement, which would eventually lead Ben to the outside. His destination was clear. He had to go pick up some friends and make them take the dare just as he and Clara had. But first, he was going to tell the clueless organizers of the event about a very creepy extra function they had missed on their own show.

And make them try it out for themselves.

The End.

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