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Futa Trap Dungeon

by SuccubusAnon (ao3)

Chapter 1: Into the abyss

Arela adjusted the heavy pack on her shoulders and made her way down the slimy, polished stone staircase with one hand resting on the hilt of her sword. The damp passageway echoed with each step she took, forcing her to pause every few moments and listen for any sign of movement coming from down below. Remarkably if it weren’t for the moss covering the walls and the occasional drops of water leaking from the ceiling the passageway looked pristine, as if it were only a few days since its previous occupants left.

The cramped, winding staircase abruptly opened up into a large, open chamber covered in glowing blue runes along the walls that cast an eerie light into the otherwise dark room. Between the lines of ancient writing were faded and cracked mosaics of nude figures engaging in all kinds of debauchery. In one, a tall amazoness was sitting atop a gilded throne as a line of supplicants waited to kiss an enormous length the size of their own bodies. In another, prisoners were shown being tossed into a pit of writhing tentacles reaching up to swallow them whole. The old crone that gave Arela the map to this dungeon had warned her about the erotic traps found within, but even still the redheaded adventurer was blushing from ear to ear at just how ‘in the open’ everything was. The ancients truly had no shame.

The lightly armored treasure hunter stood stock-still at the foot of those winding stairs agonizing over taking even the slightest step into the erotically decorated chamber. She had been delving ancient crypts and dungeons like this for years, yet still her conscience screamed at her to turn around and make her way back to the village, there would be no shame in it. But every time she considered listening to reason, the thought of the mountains of glittering coin and ancient baubles awaiting her should she succeed kept her from turning tail.

Verdant kingdom ruins this intact were exceedingly rare, what’s more the traveling witch that told her about this place made it clear that no adventurer had yet to make it to the inner sanctum which was, the witch assured her, undoubtedly full of treasures beyond her wildest dreams.

“If I pull this off…” Arela thought, “I’ll be set for life. I’ll never have to risk my neck fighting as long as I live. Hell, I could even afford a house in the capital.” Just the thought of it made the tomboy smirk; all of those hoighty toighty nobles rubbing elbows with a lowly treasure hunter like her. She couldn’t wait to rub her newfound wealth in their faces.

Cautiously she peeked around both corners of the arched entryway to ensure she wasn’t walking into an ambush. After being sure that the coast was clear the muscular adventurer began taking careful steps into the room in a straight line directly towards a small raised dais in the center.

It didn’t take long, in spite of the chamber’s size there were no obstacles or traps standing in her way; only an imposing iron door dominating the opposite end of the room with a large, circular keyhole and a waist-high pillar with a palm-shaped indentation at the top, along with some of those same glowing blue characters she had seen before. With no other options, Arela slinked closer to the pillar and shrugged her heavy pack off her shoulders, letting it fall behind her with a loud THUD.

After one last glance around the room to ensure she was alone, Arela rooted through her belongings until she found the old, worn scroll she was looking for. It had lightened her coin purse quite a bit to procure a translation scroll, but if it meant she wouldn’t be walking into this place completely blind it would be worth it.

The process only took a few moments, she simply had to press the blank, faded parchment against the letters and mutter an incantation under her breath for inky black lines to appear along its surface and form themselves into something recognizable.

“O’ supplicants to the goddess Vereniah
Place thy hand atop the offering stone and give praise
Those who embrace her blessing shall be gifted with the key of life forevermore.”

Arela glanced between the scroll in her hand and the palm-shaped indent on the dais in front of her and frowned. It couldn’t be that simple, there must be some sort of trap. Not at all convinced, she spent close to an hour inspecting every corner of the room looking for traps, and meticulously translating every word she could find carved into the walls but it was no use; there were no hidden mechanisms or clues to be found, just endless praises for a long-forgotten goddess of carnal delights.

Sighing, Arela returned to the center of the room and begrudgingly did as the ancient inscription bade, spreading her pale digits wide and pressing them snugly into the hand-shaped hole in front of her, waiting for something to happen…

The door didn’t budge - nor were there any signs of activity whatsoever-

“Oh wait, I have to give praise too…” she muttered, recalling one of the multitude of prayers carved into the walls around her and taking a deep breath…

“Oh goddess Vereniah, grant me your blessing!” She shouted into the room, preparing to turn tail and run back the way she came at the first sign of trouble.

She never got that far. Just as she finished chanting the prayer she felt a tingling sensation run through her body from head to toe. Panicking, Arella yanked her hand away on reflex and leapt backward from the pillar, tripping and falling on her own pack she had foolishly left on the ground behind her. Tumbling to the floor, the muscular adventurer groaned in pain and scrambled away from the center of the room as fast she could, blindly groping for her shortsword along the way.

“Huh? W-”

She didn’t get to finish, her whole body suddenly became excruciatingly hot, hot enough to make her grit her teeth in pain and flop onto the ground in a heap, arching her back upward and writhing along the cold hard stones underneath.

The pain passed a few moments later, replaced by something else entirely: pressure. An unnatural, immense pressure in her lower body straining against her thick wool pants hard enough to rip at the seams.

“No no nonononono this is all wrong!” Arela shouted just as a fat, swollen erection burst through her clothing and throbbed in the open air. Though she grabbed at it with both hands hoping to halt the now continuous growth of her new appendage, even the slightest touch of her palms against her virgin flesh forced her to suck a sharp breath through her teeth.

“Oh- oh- ohhhhhhh” she finally sighed, losing motor control of her arms and legs and just lying there, helplessly watching as the smooth surface of her crotch distended more and more, revealing a dark pole as thick around as a grown man’s arm. To her immense disgust this new appendage was far darker in color than the rest of her body, a mottled mix of deep, earthy browns mixed with angry looking reddened veins pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes even as her jaw slackened with the blissful pleasure of her transformation, sending a line of drool leaking down her cheek.

“It won’t stop” she hissed, watching as the featureless lump of flesh standing straight up between her legs began to take a more recognizable but inhuman form. Instead of a normal penis, hers was growing thicker around by the second as it swelled outward. Around the center a prominent medial ring bulged outward, matched only in thickness by the huge flattened flare at her new tip now oozing thick rivulets of precum that ran back down her towering horsecock.

Just when she thought her features could grow no more grotesque than they already were, a sudden gurgling noise was followed by a renewed flush of heat throughout her body, though this was much more pleasant than the first. A few moments later she felt a heavy weight inflating against her thighs, the unmistakable sensation of two apple-sized orbs coming to rest against her creamy white thighs.

It took only two minutes for her to finish growing, but the trembling redhead remained inconsolable for minutes afterwards, watching as her new length eventually softened and retracted into a strange looking sheath between her legs.

She didn’t say a word, she couldn’t. Not after that. Arela’s mind was racing with a million thoughts at once. Could this be reversed? What would her friends think? Should she even return home at all?

Eventually, after she could ignore her present situation no longer, the trembling adventurer stood up on shaking legs and surveyed her situation. There was a noticeable rip in the crotch of her clothing but she was able to somewhat tuck her heavy testes and dark brown sheath within. What’s more, she noticed, the keyhole in the heavy iron door was now glowing brightly.

“Well… I can’t go back to the village like this.” She whispered in a voice hoarse from her earlier wailing. “If this isn’t reversible then there’s no choice but to go forward isn’t there.”

She was lying to herself, it would be absurdly easy to turn back and return to her home in shame, maybe she could live the life of a hermit and just never leave, that way she could take her new embarrassing secret to her grave…

Or she could press on and hope there was some way to reverse this, or at very least become so absurdly wealthy that trivial things like having an enormous horsecock wouldn’t matter to her anymore.

Just the thought of her transformation was making her blush, but at least there was no one around to see her in such a sorry state. After catching her breath and steadying her footing Arela closed her eyes and waited until the last of her creeping anxiety was behind her, at least for now. There would be time to worry about her new ‘gift’ later, for now she needed to press onward, otherwise this would have all been for nothing.

Chapter 2: The First Trial - Temple Door

Arela crept forward until she was standing before the heavy iron door standing nearly twice her height. Just like before there were no handles, levers, or other means of entry visible besides the large hole in the center, its magical apparatus casting a faint cyan glow onto the rim of the keyhole.

The spellsword had hoped placing her hand onto the pedestal behind her would have just opened the door, but now that she got a closer look she could see the ‘keyhole’ was lined on its interior with a soft, fleshy substance that forced a blush to her face. It wasn’t like the young adventurer was ignorant about sexual matters, and she could plainly tell what the inscription meant about granting her with the ‘key of life’. She could feel blood rushing to her loins as her eyes traced the bumpy, fleshy interior of the keyhole, but out of some desperate hope that she could avoid copulating with a door the voluptuous redhead instead opted to test the hole with one of her fingers first. At least then if it were some sort of trap the damage would be minimal.

“O-okay… here goes nothing.” She sighed, slowly inserting her index finger into the keyhole far too thick for her thin digit. The interior was warm, most likely from that excess magical energy shining a light onto the obscene canal in front of her. The slightest touch made her equine phallus begin to slide out of its sheath and uncomfortably bulge down one of the legs of her woolen trousers. After banishing what little shame she had left, Arela unhooked her belt and lowered it to the ground around her legs along with her weighty sword in its scabbard. A moment later her torn clothing fell in a heap around her ankles, to let her heavy sack and quickly stiffening pole free.

She had only grown it a few minutes prior, but this time the sight of her equine member brought no tears to her eyes, only a slight wince as she realized just how readily she was about to stick her grotesque new organ into some unknown hole.

“Am I really going to do this? Have I gone insane?” She questioned the empty chamber around her, giving her hardening shaft an inquisitive poke of her finger.

!!!!

The sensation nearly forced her to double over. There’s no way a man’s thing was this sensitive - this had to be some side effect of the curse she received. Whatever the reason, even the slightest brush of her fingers against her virginal organ was enough to make her mouth water. Was this part of the curse too? Some unseen alteration to her mental state?

No, when she looked down at her now fully turgid horsecock lined up with the glowing keyhole she realized that this was all her. The door was still right behind her, the opportunity to turn back had always been there; but whenever she willed herself to turn around she remembered the stories of the vast hoards of gold and magical artifacts uncovered in ruins similar to this one. If she pushed forward, if she just kept going…

Arela swallowed her nervousness and pushed her hips forward, letting out a sharp hiss of air once her flared tip made contact with the tight, silky-soft interior of the keyhole. Before even her fingers had made her shiver in ecstatic glee, sinking her new phallus into a wet, waiting hole was enough to wrack her body with blissful satisfaction.

“Hooohhhhhhhh'' she groaned aloud, being immediately swept away with her own desires and no longer caring about decency or embarrassment. After all, why should she? There was no one around to judge her, no one to stop her from at least extracting some enjoyment from that curse marring her body. The eager redhead planted both of her palms against the cold iron of the door far above her head and pushed, sinking inch after inch of throbbing, sensitive cockflesh into that hot, magically enhanced hole.

“This is bad, this is really bad.” She practically spat through gritted teeth, feeling her hips begin to rock forward and back in a slow but building rhythm. With each thrust she felt that enveloping softness sink lower and lower down her member, with minute bumps and folds scraping over her flared head. Unable and unwilling to stop, Arela entrusted herself to the new hormones racing through her body, filling her feminine brain with its first taste of the male instinct.

Thrust.
Rut.
Breed.

“Ahhhahhhhhhh yessssssss! Hohh fuck it’s cumming~” She screamed, letting her head tilt back as if she were proclaiming her joy to the gods themselves. Her heavy, sloshing nuts swelled as she teetered closer to the edge, to the point that the lithe redhead had to kick her tattered pants out of the way just to bow her legs apart even wider, and press her entire body against the hard iron door in front of her. She didn’t care how cold it felt against her skin; so long as she could continue mating with that hot, slippery hole she didn’t care.

“Ahiii!~~ Shhcummingg, shomethings ghumminggg” she howled in desperate, slurred groans; reaching her arms even further out and splaying herself spread-eagle against the cold iron door in an attempt to force as much of her stallion meat into the keyhole as possible. The spellsword could feel her gravid nuts lifting within her dark brown sack, preparing to-

*CLICK*

*KATHUNK*

Arela stopped mid-thrust, her body slick with sweat and her huge brown phallus lodged halfway within the small cylindrical tunnel she had been desperately humping a moment before. All around her the bare grey metal of the door became awash with curling, flowing lines radiating outward from the keyhole like an intricate spider's web that covered the entire door. An experimental push against the glowing entryway caused the door to shift ever so slightly inward.

It had unlocked, and she didn’t even need to cum…

Arela bit her lip and stared down at her thoroughly edged tool, slick and sticky with juices. This was what she wanted wasn’t it? To just make her way through the ruins as fast as possible and get back out; after all only a few minutes ago she had been completely disgusted with this bestial organ marring her otherwise petite, feminine body. Her rational brain was screaming at her to pull out, stuff her dick back into her pants and trudge onward. But…

“I was so close.” the spellsword whispered, looking down at the exact spot where her enormous pole was being inserted, where that soft artificial flesh was still gently squeezing all around her.

Chapter 3: A slave to the door. (Bad End #1)

Just a few more thrusts wouldn’t hurt. She couldn’t concentrate anyway, not with her heavy nuts churning and twitching between her legs; besides, it would only take a few more thrusts. Just a few more and she would be satisfied.

The pale adventurer bit her lip as she sunk her hard phallus back within that tunnel of twisting flesh, feeling her oversensitive flare grinding against every last fold of it’s interior.

“Ahhhh~” She exhaled in blissful happiness as a dumb, wide smile formed on her lips. “Yeah, just once- I wanna know what it feels like. Just this once.”

Her palms smacked back against the glowing door as she returned to her previous position, bottoming out in the magical keyhole that now seemed even hotter and tighter than before. It must have just been her imagination or excitement, she had unlocked the door - she had passed whatever perverted test those damn ancients had built, so what was the harm in enjoying herself?

Arela humped that fleshy keyhole with renewed intensity after being denied earlier. Her sweat-slick body quaked in ecstasy as she opened her lips into a small “O” shape, thrusting like a madwoman.

“Guuughhhh- nnnghhhh”

Human speech was beyond her at this point; only deep guttural growls and shrieking whines filled the chamber. Arela could feel it - the building pressure within her nuts growing as they engorged and pulsed and then…

Release. Her vision whited out as she threw her head back and howled incessantly, feeling her urethra expand to accommodate the enormous amount of sperm being forced out of her spasming horsecock. Her new, engorged size meant that the already tight confines of the keyhole were even more constricting, locking her in place as a river of spunk erupted from her piss-slit.

Her body rocked back and forth as far as she could force it in any one direction, trying to hump even though movements that complex were now beyond her pleasure-wracked form. All she could manage was a few flexing twitches of her ass muscles that allowed her stallion cock to pulse and throb in its new prison.

Her ejaculation lasted thirty seconds, thirty blissful seconds during which the screaming swordswoman could do nothing but mindlessly thrust while her brain danced with endorphins and her slack-jaw leaked a steady stream of drool that splattered on her cloak. But all good things - even one as good as this, do eventually end. Even as her ejaculation began to taper off her muscles involuntarily flexed in aftershocks of pleasure, making her occasionally twitch and shiver against the cold iron door.

Arela began to return to her senses, but the sensation of slowly drawing back her mottled horsecock from the ever tightening confines of that searing hot, freshly creampied tunnel made her pause.

“What’s one more time?” She told herself, just as suddenly forcing her equine tool back within and letting out a sharp hiss from the sensation of her oversensitive member plunging back inside.

“Or two, or three…” she added almost as an afterthought, her eyes drawn down to the sight of her prick being swallowed up by that magically heated hole. This was incredible, even though she just ejaculated enough to fill a washbasin she was still as hard as ever - even moreso in fact. So long as she had the fortitude to eventually pull out and eat the rations in her pack what was the rush? The door was open, she could enjoy herself as long as she wanted.

As Arela approached her second peak even faster than the first she smiled warmly and closed her eyes to focus on the sensation of her impending orgasm. Who needs treasure anyway, she was tired of risking her life for baubles and trinkets. This would suit her for now, and if she ever got tired of it pulling out would be easy. So easy, that’s why it’s fine to just keep thrusting. And thrusting. And thrusting…

No one in her home village heard from Arela again; though her companions searched high and low for her they eventually called off the search after it became clear she was gone for good. None of them knew of the ruined temple deep beneath the earth, and even if they made their way down its dark passages it’s unlikely they would find her.

Chapter 4: Encounter with the cult

It took everything she had to unsheathe her fattened horsecock, pulsing with every rapid heartbeat, from the keyhole. Every new inch removed from the heated confines and back into the comparatively cold air of the chamber pained her, and there were several moments where the reluctant adventurer had to stop in place for fear of careening over the edge from the slightest movement. But eventually, much to her barely concealed disappointment, she managed to let her flattened, oozing tip free with a loud pop.

As she stared down at her enormous, mottled brown shaft coated in a thin, clear slime it dawned on the shivering redhead that something was different about it. The previous thickness that had already dwarfed that of a normal man had become even more pronounced than before.

“By the gods, what now.” The adventuress groaned, giving her turgid pole a few inquisitive pokes. Just the sensation of her fingertip prodding her erection forced the redhead to suck in a sharp breath, but just as she suspected her horse cock had indeed thickened substantially, and what’s more her apple sized testes had clearly become much heavier; now completely filled to the brim and churning with excess jizz.

Without thinking she closed her hand tight around the base of her shaft and began to pump; at first slowly, but overtime her whole wrist and arm began to move wildly in order to cover as much of her stallion pole as possible with each stroke. Whenever her fingers rolled over the bulging medial ring the curvy adventuress let out a barely restrained gasp. There were no more rationalizations in her mind to excuse this, she just wanted to cum.

“Nnnngh, I guess I could get used to this.” She hissed through tightly clamped teeth, tightening her already iron grip and using the excess slime still clinging to her from the keyhole as lubricant. With every pump her enormous testes churned with the load she had been denied; she was already so close, just a few more pumps.

“Yes! G..gonna-”

Just as soon as she reached that blissful edge and prepared to release her pent up lusts, the inevitable intense orgasm she had been expecting never came. Instead she continued to pump her cock with reckless abandon.

“N-no fair! Let me cum damnit, I can’t take another step forward when I’m this backed up. My balls feel so heavy!”

She felt a chilling magical tingle run up her spine, spreading a feeling of numbness through her lower body. At the same time she felt the pressure in her gravid nuts increase tremendously as a faint pink light began to emanate from her fattened sack.

“Another curse?! You can’t be serious!” She wailed as the magic crest on her nuts finished imprinting itself onto her with a conspicuous looking magic rune. As she tried unsuccessfully to jerk herself over the edge the rune only glowed brighter, sending invisible tendrils of magic crawling up the surface of her equine phallus to prevent orgasm.

It took every ounce of willpower the exhausted redhead had to yank her hands away, but she wasn’t prepared for the unbelievable ache of her churning nuts as the pressure of two denied loads mixed inside of her.

“Gotta… huff get this… huff curse off of me before I go insane.” Arela shuddered, taking deep breaths that filled her lungs and set her mind at least somewhat at ease. It took some time for her endlessly dribbling horsecock to shrink back within its sheathe, but her heavy nads continued to swing much lower than they had before, now full with twice as much jizz as before.

 

Arela redressed, clicking her tongue at the sizeable hole in her pants centered around her crotch. It would do her no good to be exposed like this, but it’s not like she brought an extra pair.

After ensuring her belongings and equipment were somewhat re-secured onto her person, the heavily laden adventuress made her way through the immense gray door she had opened prior. In one hand the sellsword clutched a glowing blue crystal that she held aloft, shining an eerie glow through the dusty passages of this long abandoned temple. Every step she took was scrutinized; her eyes constantly scanned the floor, walls, and ceiling looking for hidden mechanisms or traps. But so far there was nothing, only a few sturdy looking wooden doors barred shut from the other side, and the occasional mural on the wall depicting voluptuous looking girls with enormous cocks in various poses of supplication.

“Mmmnnn - grrrrnnnnn”

Arela whirled around, sword drawn and narrowed her eyes into the darkness. Whatever was slowly shuffling towards her must have came from one of the rooms she thought to be locked. Whatever the case, she maintained her defensive posture and waited for whatever was making that noise to come to her.

“Mnnnnghhhh~”
The groaning, hunched figure seemed to melt out of the pitch darkness in front of her, it’s skin covered in a shiny black material that scrunched and bent a bit around the joints of this shuffling humanoid. Though she raised her sword higher towards the faceless creature in front of her it didn’t react nor attack, instead just continuing along the hallway as if the adventuress wasn’t even there.

“Stand back, or I’ll run you through!” She shouted, kicking her right leg back and digging her foot into the stone floor below her. “This is your last warning, don’t… make… me…”

Arela’s eyes widened as the figure finally emerged into the light generated by her magic crystal. It was definitely a human as she suspected, but clad in some skintight fabric that stretched and bent along with it’s limbs. The only part of the creature not covered in this mysterious material was a sizeable hole around it’s crotch, and two smaller holes at it’s chest.

No, that wasn’t entirely accurate. Those holes were positioned right at the end of the creature’s enormous breasts, bouncing heavily with each step. From these tears, oversized pink nipples as long as Arela’s thumb and thick as a cork trickled streams of milk that dripped down the stretchy black surface covering those monstrously large tits. Through the large hole between her legs swung an enormous flaccid cock the size of the mummified girl’s torso. With every step she took the huge hunk of meat slapped against her bound legs with a wet plap.

Every step she drew nearer, an equally distended pair of gonads nearly dragging on the ground behind her; and a ceaseless dribble of cum painting a line on the ground below her as she walked.

Arela was so dumbfounded that she forgot to swing at the mummy even as it closed the distance towards her, only to adjust her gait and begin shuffling around the dumbfounded futanari still standing stock still in the center of the hall.

“Wha…what was…” Arela stammered, too petrified to turn around and face the shuffling, groaning figure still wandering aimlessly down the hall. In a sudden moment of clarity the shaken treasure hunter shut her eyes tight and sucked in a deep breath through her nose, before whirling around and resuming a defensive stance. To her surprise and relief the overendowed figure seemed to barely register her presence, instead making it’s way down the hall and turning into a nearby doorway.

With her fears of an immediate attack gone, Arela placed a hand atop her modest chest and breathed in a sigh of relief. She had faced plenty of foes before and never froze up like that, the fact she was still alive and exploring these decrepit ruins after all these years was testament to her skill.

So why, then, didn’t she attack?

“This is the last time Arela.” She told herself, eyes narrowing towards the end of the hallway. “Never again, you hear me? Never. Again.”

Steeling herself for whatever fresh horror she would encounter on the other side of that door, she hustled over and peered around the arched stone doorway into the candlelit room.

In front of her, lines of half-destroyed wooden pews stretched twenty paces into the room, with a tattered crimson carpet adorned with faded runes running up the middle pathway. At the end of the room, illuminated by twin braziers and a pile of burning incense was the statue of the most beautiful woman Arela had ever seen. Even fine marble was unworthy to contain her form. Her radiance was unmistakable, every curve of her body seemed too perfect, too impossibly precise for her to be anything less than a goddess. From between her parted legs a marble phallus that reached down to the statue's knees, with even the smallest vein carved meticulously into its surface. Upon reaching the statue the figure kneeled in front of it, her massive pole swelling to its full extent without any outside stimulation whatsoever.

“Nnngnhh, MMMMNNNNNGHHHH!!!” The imprisoned futa let loose a muffled roar from within the black bodysuit as her erection bounced and throbbed in front of her, a pole larger than her entire body rising up from her form and forcing her to writhe on her back as a spraying fountain of jizz erupted from her pillar to coat the statue of her goddess. Remarkably, the white marble began to glow and absorb the crisscrossing ropes of futanari jizz that landed across it’s blemishless surface leaving nothing behind.

After around a minute, the wide spray of semen began to slowly dissipate to a more manageable trickle as that person-sized erection began to soften into its previous form. Heavy enough to impede movement, but nowhere near the ridiculous size it was before.

Arela heard more shuffling behind her and swiftly drew her sword, only to notice two more of these creatures slowly shuffling down the hallway behind her. Just like the one she saw before, neither of the black clad creatures bothered her or even acknowledged her presence, they simply moved forward with purpose down the winding pathway.

“Gods, how many of them are there?” Arela muttered under her breath, resolving to follow the two black suited futanari. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but it was her only lead besides sticking around that creepy statue.

Both of these new figures were dressed identically to the first, but that was where their similarities ended. While the first figure she saw had a hideously engorged set of testes dragging behind her and a flaccid cock the size of her own torso these two were much different. The one on the left had a horse-phallus similar to Arela’s, but her balls were four times her size. The figure on the right had not one, but four plantlike vines erupting from her lightly tanned skin. All of them moved independently of one another like writhing snakes, each releasing droplets of amber nectar onto the ground below her.

Arela was still unnerved by the tightly bound dickgirls, but now that she didn’t need to worry about a sudden attack she was able to get much closer than before. Now that she was closer, she noticed that each of them wore matching black collars that nearly blended in with the rest of their bodysuits were it not for the brilliant red jewels embedded into the front of each collar glowing faintly with power.

The redheaded adventurer was so busy scrutinizing these collars that she didn’t notice the small, prismatic barrier in front of her until it was too late. It looked almost invisible, like a shimmering soap bubble blocking the corridor. While the tightly bound futanari were able to walk right through it without missing a stride, Arela found herself being thrown back with a crackle of blue lightning bouncing between her and the barrier’s surface.

“Owww, godsdamnit that hurt!” She shouted, gritting her teeth and rubbing her now sore rear with one hand. A quick test of the barrier with her sword elicited a similar result, with the sharp steel blade bouncing harmlessly off of the transparent barrier.

“They passed through just fine… must be-”

No, it couldn’t be. The adventurer shut her eyes tight and shook her head from side to side, knowing exactly what she would have to do and yet resisting it all the same.

“N-not again, I can’t do this again. If I transform even one more time I’ll…”

Glittering gold, piles and piles of jewels, a manor house in the capitol, butlers and maids hanging on her every word. If she turned back now, if she let herself lose to something like this, how could she call herself a treasure hunter?

There was no point in waiting, she knew that. So without mulling over what she was about to do too much she retraced her steps towards the room those two figures had emerged from. It was small, with makeshift straw beds in both corners and only a single table in the center stacked high with sacred offering bundles of incense. No- there it was. An extra collar just like the ones she saw before.

Arela reluctantly dangled the charm between her fingers, ready to toss it aside at a moment’s notice as she hurried back to the barrier and held it aloft.

Nothing.

Grimacing, she wrapped the band tightly around her index finger and held it even closer to the shimmering magical field.

Still nothing.

“Are you- aaaarrrgh damnit! Why did all of the ancients have to be such perverts!”

With a fierce battle cry, Arela held the collar with both hands and brought it to her neck before her rational mind could stop her. Even though there were no clasps before, the material fit perfectly around her neck with a sharp click.

The effects were instantaneous, like someone or something was peering into her mind, plunging its will into her with all the delicacy of an avalanche. Her mind, her personality, her ego was being suppressed by a voice far more brilliant and deserving of her body’s control than she was. It’s first and only command was simple:

“Serve me, love me, devote everything to me.”

Her legs moved without her consent, turning her around and away from the shimmering barrier and moving forward step by lethargic step. Like she was a marionette being dragged forward by an uncaring puppetmaster, her whole body surged and fell, surged and fell with each step. Drool leaked from the corners of her lips as her horsecock surged further to its full size and continued to grow, until the tip was bobbing only a few inches above the ground while her nuts likewise began to churn and pump, fattening until they were forcing her legs apart.

Her plan had been to leap through the barrier and then yank off the collar, but already her limbs were moving without her approval as the shiny black surface stretched outwards from her neck like creeping, oily vines. Wherever they touched felt instantly sealed shut, like the thin sludge was being sucked against the contours of her skin.

She wanted to scream, but with every forward step she could feel the taut, sticky ink gliding down her skin and seeping beneath the confines of her clothing. When her limbs obeyed the will of the collar; the invasive presence oozing into her mind stimulated her reward centers, bringing a dumb, wide smile to the redhead’s face as she shuffled back down the hall.

“Nghhhh, too fulll” she groaned as her distended testes began to churn and throb faster with every step, until her overfilled sack could take no more and began pumping the excess jizz down her still-flaccid stallion cock. That mottled brown monstrosity hung limply between her legs, the flattened tip jettisoning an endless supply of thick, syrupy jizz. It was so impossibly thick, and yet she was releasing it from her strained horsecock as if she were urinating an endless supply of ejaculate.

Though the feeling of all that fluid rushing out of her engorged nuts and pouring from her bestial sex made her eyes roll backward in satisfaction, this constant throbbing ache in her body only continued to grow. She was ejaculating without the satisfaction of an orgasm, being stimulated and rewarded like a trained animal when she obeyed, and only when she obeyed.

An endless stream of positive reinforcement drove her forward even as the black ink spread down her arms and sealed them against her sides. When the cool slime permeated her ripped undergarments and slid across the surface of her hitherto neglected pussy lips her eyes widened in shock. A moment later, those same tendrils from before began to probe even her drooling honey-pot.

“Yessss, yeasss goddess!~” Arela shouted to the heavens, “praise be! Praise be to Vereniahhhh.” She groaned, her voice dropping from a hoarse proclamation to the high heavens into a low, muffled gurgling as the black ink closed over her mouth and invaded her throat with heat, with nourishment. She would never need to leave her new home, she could continue to praise the goddess with a body more suitable to supplication. This fresh excitement caused her to let out a giddy squeal of delight around the churning mass forcing its way into her lips, along with sudden squirts of milk from her slowly hardening nipples.

With no more need for them, the goop began to dissolve the seams of her clothing, causing it to fall into shreds on the floor. Arela didn’t care, she was almost-

Her destination was in front of her, she could still see it with her own eyes as the inky substance began to climb up her cheeks. There were so many figures just like her, mummies clad in black waiting to kneel before the impossibly beautiful statue of their goddess, her goddess. In the front, a bound girl writhed on the ground, her desperate pleas for her goddess’s compassion muffled by her own suit.

When she arrived, the figures in the room turned to her at once and silently made a path through the center of the decaying chapel, a path for Arela to walk unimpeded towards the ever-radiant marble idol taking up its center.

All she had to do was walk forward…

Chapter 5: Serving the goddess (Bad End #2)

She had no choice, she was doomed the moment the collar slipped around her neck. Goddess, she might have been doomed the moment she stepped foot into these ruins, or perhaps her fate as a servant of the divine was preordained before she had even been born. Her legs carried her forward even as her tear-streamed face was swallowed up by the mask, never to be revealed again. With every step she took towards the statue her limp stallion member swelled and raged.

Step. Surge. Step. Surge. It throbbed in time with her heartbeat, growing past the limits of her petite body and soon becoming something larger than herself. Her thoughts, her memories, her wants and fears and hopes and dreams all flowed into the churning whirlpool of her nuts, replaced with the ceaseless pressure of the gooey suit encasing her. Arela was gone, the last of what could be called ‘her’ sunk into her gonads to be sprayed out of her own gigacock.

She would become a tool of her goddess, nothing more. Her own pleasure is a reward for casting aside individuality. As she collapsed backwards onto the hard stones to thrash in pleasurable torment she was denied even the opportunity to lash out, or to helplessly flail her limbs around to even somewhat resist the flood of ecstasy tearing through her. She was utterly helpless to it, a toy ship lost in a violent storm that could only ride each building wave of pressure that surged through her brain.

“Cummm cooooooock! Thank you goddess of cooOOOOCK! PRAISE DICKS, DICKS DIIIIICKS!”

Reduced to a muffled, groaning object, the creature that once called herself Arela finally achieved the peace of mind that had eluded her for all of these years. Tears formed in her corners of her eyelids only to be sucked up by the magical membrane writhing against her skin like a living suit of wriggling slime.

The collar glowed, a show of favor from the goddess she worshiped. At once her titanic horsecock bounced upwards and began unleashing streams of jizz that painted the statue. With each shot, the girl could feel her consciousness fading. It wasn’t enough to give up her memories, even her perception of self was being drawn down into her nuts to join the rest of her encasing the statue of her goddess.

“It’s taking everything! Haha~ ahahahahaha”

Her feet enclosed in their shiny black prison found purchase against the uneven stones, allowing the dickgirl enough freedom to push her hips as far as she could upward, sending her gigadick even higher into the air as it pulsed incessantly and rained thick globs of spunk into the air. With every few seconds of that endless eruption her senses slowed, stretching each moment of mind-shattering bliss until even her ability to differentiate her own thoughts from the endless white noise coming from the collar ceased.

“Serve only the goddess.”
“Worship the almighty cock.”
“Vereniah loves you.”

She exhaled within her tight prison, and then she was gone. It’s orgasm finally ceased with most of the chapel’s other denizens ankle deep in a pool of white. The last strings connecting the futa to her old life were severed, now she only responded to the gentle nudging of the goddess. Further submissions would be rewarded, disobedience wasn’t even considered. The shaken being formerly known as Arela stood, now able to see clearly through her mask and saw her sisters, her fellow supplicants waiting for her to join them in prayer.

If it weren’t for the bubbling black ink filling her throat, she would have smiled.

Chapter 6: No longer alone

No, this wasn’t right. This wasn’t her. Arela’s eyes widened just as the creeping blackness threatened to swallow her up entirely.

“NO!”

To her shock, the substance stopped. Though only her nose and eyes were uncovered by the oily black liquid, she could feel miniscule tendrils still poking out from above the rim of her shiny prison and writhing against her cheeks. Arela didn’t know why she hadn’t been swallowed up entirely already, but she could feel an immense foreboding staring at the statue in front of her.

“If I took even one more step” she thought, her eyes darting between the totally enclosed figures still gathered around the ruined chapel all around her, “I would have ended up like them.”

The panicked redhead looked at the smooth, shiny material covering the faces of those strange beings and noticed them staring silently back at her, some tilted their heads at Arela in confusion but none moved to block her path.

 

Arela took a tentative step backward and felt her skintight prison recede ever so slightly. Then another. And another. With each movement the pressure of her suit loosened as bits of it began to liquify and drip off of her like tainted water. By the time she backed out of the chapel her mouth had been entirely freed from its prison allowing her to taste the stale dungeon air once more.

It took far longer than Arela would ever admit to finally tear her eyes away from the obscene statue of Vereniah, but after shutting her eyes from it’s radiance and ignoring the voices still trying to coax her forward she managed to blindly shuffle her way out of the chapel and catch her breath.

It was a lonesome, shameful walk as she shambled past engravings and murals of mummified supplicants ejaculating in the presence of their goddess. If she had taken another step that would have been her; just the thought of it made her shudder.

Her clothes were ruined, resting in a tattered heap on the cold, grimy floor next to her sword and pack; but they were better than nothing. She gathered the wet rags up as best she could and retraced her steps to the magical barrier in silence. With each step the tight confines of her skintight prison began to disintegrate, dripping off of her exposed body as if melting away.

With each step the voices invading her head became softer and more distant as that prison of living pitch-black slime shed off of her skin in heaps. By the time she reached the barrier she was naked save for the thin, black collar still clinging tightly to her neck.

There was no hesitation this time. Her feet carried her across the cold, hard ground and through the transparent, shimmering barrier. The exposed adventurer felt an energetic tingling sensation brush across her body for but a brief moment; and she was through.

 

Arela dropped her belongings in a heap in front of her and collapsed on her knees against the cold, hard ground. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, she made sure to tear the offending collar away from her throat as fast as possible and throw it unceremoniously against the nearest wall with an anguished scream.

“AAAARGH DAMNIT!”

She slammed her right fist against the wall, cursing her own stupidity. It wasn’t the collar she was disgusted with. No. She only had herself to blame. She had been weak. Careless. She let her own libido take over and it had nearly cost her everything. Scowling, she glanced between her legs at her still-turgid horsecock, even thicker and larger around than she last remembered still pulsing in the open air. For a moment - just a moment - her right hand slid between her sweat-slick breasts and down her stomach, slowly inching towards her-

“What’s wrong with me?” She muttered in a hoarse voice as tears began to well in the corners of her eyes. “I’m not some kind of freak… I’m not, right?”

No answer came from the deserted chamber, but her moment of clarity allowed her adventurer to finally catch her breath and banish the lingering desires still swirling in her mind. When her swollen manhood finally retreated into its sheath, the exhausted swordswoman trudged onward.

 

The hall she found herself in was a far cry from the sparsely decorated chambers she passed through earlier. The remnants of what were once lush, red carpets covered bits and pieces of the floor, and the engravings on the wall became much more grandiose and prominent. Images of the goddess Vereniah were everywhere, along with occasional half-decayed scrolls hanging within weathered frames. Prayer sheets from a long lost civilization still partially preserved all these centuries later.

There were substantially less of those creepy cultists here, and just like before those she passed by paid her no heed, instead groaning softly through their shiny black masks dripping trails of semen as they shuffled to and fro. Even still, Arela made sure to give them a wide berth.

CRUNCH CRRUNCH

She heard it - the sound of shattered glass being trampled underfoot up ahead. There was no way it was one of those mummified figures, their movements were too slow - someone or something was headed towards her at a steady pace. Not willing to take any chances, the redhead unsheathed her sword and raised it in a defensive posture towards the footsteps in the distance.

“I-Is someone there?” A soft, angelic voice called out from before her. “I am Rosaline Viergart of the knights of the holy lance. I-Identify yourself now!”
Arela did not budge and kept her sword pointed towards the hallway, but the stranger’s words gave her pause. “What the hell are a bunch of nobles doing in a place like this?” She thought, her eyes narrowing.

“I’m just Arela.” She answered coldly, “I’m just a treasure hunter-”

“So a thief!” The voice shouted back, making the seasoned adventurer roll her eyes in annoyance.

“What are you going to do then, arrest me?”

The hall was silent for a few moments as both girls considered their options. Finally, Rosaline spoke up; “I’m coming out…do you swear not to hurt me?”

Arela scoffed, this girl was still wet under the ears and jumping at shadows, as much as she tried to sound confident she could hear the trembling uncertainty in her voice. Still, there was no use fighting if she didn’t have to.

“Alright, come out.” Arela shouted into the darkness as she sheathed her blade. “Don’t try anything, you got that?”

 

The sound of crunching glass resumed and drew closer as the woman stepped out of a small side-chamber clutching a long, wooden staff for dear life. The girl was beautiful, with long, flowing blonde hair cascading down a set of white priestly robes trimmed in blue and gold. Her long, knee-length boots were splattered with mud and grime along with the rest of her - clearly she had been here for quite some time.

Arela couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the woman’s unkempt appearance, but realized that she probably looked ridiculous herself. “Are you alone?” she finally asked the downcast priest, instantly regretting it as the girl’s eyes welled with tears.

“N-no, uhm…my companions and I, we…” the woman’s eyes drooped down to the floor as she began to sob. “I’m the only one left.”

The swordswoman relaxed her posture and stepped forward to comfort the weeping priestess, placing a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright.” Arela whispered in as soothing a voice as she could muster. “Do you know a way out? How did you come in here?”

The sniffling priestess dragged her arm across her face and sucked in a deep breath. “We were sent here to search for lost relics. A-a soothsayer came to our order with a map and a key, telling us that there was an entrance to a long-lost ruin just outside of the capital. So we-”

Arela’s grip became iron, forcing the priestess to yelp in pain.

“Are you sure?!” She shouted in a blind panic. “The soothsayer, what did they look like?!”

“I-It was just some old woman in a robe! We didn’t believe her at first, but the ruins were exactly where she promised. We had a duty to go in and investigate!”

Arela’s teeth gnashed together, her pupils dilating into pinpricks.

“Tell me. Where was it that you entered? Where were those ruins? Be specific!”

Rosaline looked at her in sheer terror, gripping her gnarled wooden staff with white knuckles and trembling before the seasoned warrior. “N-near the Pavise river, j-just a few miles east of the royal road.” She stammered, her panicked, squeaking voice becoming more desperate by the second. “Please let go, y-you’re hurting me.”

Arela released her grip and buried her face in her palms, letting out an anguished scream. They had both been lured here by the same woman, and what’s more that party of knights had entered the dungeon hundreds of miles away from her village and yet somehow ended up all the way over here.

In short, they were both doomed.

Rosaline stood stock-still hoping not to draw any attention from the imposing swordswoman gazing at her own palms in despair.

“Rosaline…”

“Hm?”

“How long have you been here?”

The priest once again stared sheepishly at the ground before replying, bracing herself for another angered outburst from Arela.

“Ten days.” She responded, her voice cracking on the last syllable. “We tried exploring everywhere we could, looking for exits, but every time we tried one of us would- would…”

Neither spoke, there was nothing more they could say to comfort one another. Minutes passed before Arela finally brushed herself off and began walking down the narrow corridor, passing by the stunned priestess who watched her go with a mix of fear and apprehension.

“We stand a much better chance of getting out of here if we work together.” Arela muttered, staring straight ahead.

“B-but-”

“You said it yourself, there’s no way out of here. The way I came from has a magical barrier. So we go forward.” She ran a hand through her short, red hair and closed her eyes, thinking back to her village - the smiling faces that would be waiting for her once she emerged from this accursed pit, the chests upon chests of gold she would receive for even one single relic. No more fighting, no more killing, no more suffering in some cold, dank, ruin thinking each time was going to be the last. Whether the priest followed her or not was no longer her concern, Arela wouldn’t- no, she couldn’t die here. Not now, not after everything she’d been through to get this far.

With no retort, and not wishing to be left all alone, the priestess hurried to catch up to the swordswoman, her heavy breasts bouncing with each step beneath her loose-fitting robes as they made their way into the bowels of the ruins proper.

Chapter 7: Room of Purification

As Arela and her newfound companion traveled through the winding, grey passages of the ruins she pondered the absurdity of her current situation. Sure, she had never stooped to the level of the typical highway cutthroat or petty criminal, but for her to end up delving an ancient, underground temple with a knight from the capital just felt wrong to the seasoned adventurer. And what’s more the priest was a prissy noblewoman jumping at her own shadows, why anyone would bring someone like that along to dangerous ruins was beyond her.

Eventually the two reached their destination, a small locked door that the priestess swore must lead to somewhere. Since all other paths led to either dead ends or long abandoned rooms covered in rotting furniture and cobwebs they set about their task. One hard kick later and the old, rusted bolts holding the hinges in place snapped in twain, letting the heavy wooden door fall onto the ground with a dusty thud.

The wide, well-lit room was the largest they had seen by far, with most of the space dominated by a large pool of water with only a small stone pathway along the walls. The sides of the room were decorated with more lewd murals, a sight that made the redheaded swordswoman roll her eyes and the skittish priestess begin blushing profusely as they stepped inside. The large, open door at the far end of the pool looked promising, but Arela could faintly see a shimmering magical barrier similar to the one she encountered before blocking their exit.

“Stay close and stay behind me.” Arela muttered, narrowing her eyes in the direction of the clear blue pool as she made her way around the edge. In spite of the dilapidated look of the rest of the ruins; this room, and the pool within it, looked far too pristine.

When they reached the doorway at the far end of the room Arela scowled, it was identical to the transparent barrier she had encountered before, though this one pulsed with an intricate pattern; an outer circle lined with ancient Verdant script surrounding an interior covered in a spiderweb pattern of glowing pink lines humming with energy. As she began rooting through her pack looking for the translation scroll however, she noticed the priestess approach the barrier and raise a hand towards it’s surface, her fingertips glowing with a golden light.

Arela looked on in quiet awe as Rosaline closed her eyes in concentration and began to recite the ancient script: “O supplicants of our most blessed goddess, the bringer of life, love, and pleasure, rejoice! Cleanse thyselves of the taint of reason, and bask in her eternal grace.”

Rosaline yanked her hand backwards panting with exertion as beads of sweat ran down her forehead. When she turned towards Arela her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but the treasure hunter could see the fire of determination within the priestess’ eyes.

“Well then, it should be simple right,” the curvy knight remarked, “this used to be a sacred temple, so if we clean ourselves off then the door should let us through.”

A sudden gurgling sound coming from the pool snapped the two adventurers out of it as bubbles began to form on the surface, building in size and intensity until the constant sloshing and gurgling formed itself into a high-pitched, feminine voice. “Yep, you’re right on the money pururu~”

Arela and Rosaline watched as the surface of the pool began to shift before their very eyes, turning into a pillar of blue, gooey liquid that rose upward just beyond the edge of the polished stone walkway they were standing on. As they raised their weapons in a defensive posture, however, the pillar of slime began vibrating and jiggling in fear.

“Hold on hold on! I mean you no harm! Please, allow me to explain!”

To their surprise, the pillar took on the appearance of a woman - granted, her ‘hair’ and skin were the same color of opaque blue slime as the rest of the pool beneath her. Well, “beneath her” wasn’t quite accurate, this goo-girl was still connected to the surface of the pool, with her hourglass figure ending in a set of faux-legs that sprouted up from the rippling, jellylike blue surface like a tree trunk rising out of the soil. Unlike the two adventurers this slimegirl was unashamed of her body, proudly showing off her enormous chest that bounced and jiggled with each movement, along with the slightest hint of a smooth faux-slit between her “legs”.

Rosaline gave the creature a look of utter contempt, her brow furrowing as she pointed the end of her gnarled wooden staff at the bored-looking monster. Before Arela could calm her down, the blonde priestess practically spat an accusation at the slime. “Do you expect us to believe that you mean no harm?! After witnessing all of the horrors this… this disgusting pagan temple holds, how can you expect us to trust you?”

The goo-girl raised two dripping, tapered appendages up to her face and morphed them into the appearance of open hands in a show of surrender, and yet her gurgling voice betrayed not even a hint of worry as she attempted to explain herself to the two adventurers. “Relaaax pururu~, I’m just supposed to make sure any pilgrims are clean before they enter the temple is all. It’s just like you said before, once you’ve been purified the circle will let you through.”

“B-but-” Rosaline began to protest, but Arela gently placed her hand across the priestess’ pillowy chest and gave her a sympathetic, but stern look.

“Look, I know you’ve lost a lot so far, but you need to stay calm.” The scarred warrior remarked, eliciting a happy gurgle from the sloshing slime.

“Exaaaactly! Just take off your clothes a-”

“HOWEVER,” Arela’s booming voice shook the slimegirl to her core as she raised her sword towards the gelatinous monster and narrowed her eyes, “you will be answering a few questions beforehand, is that clear?”

Unwilling to further provoke the intimidating swordswoman, the slime just nodded her head emphatically, letting out a bubbly sigh of relief once the sharped steel blade was lowered from her throat.

“Good. Now then, is there any kind of hidden trap we should be worrying about here?” Arela asked, scrutinizing the slimegirl’s expression looking for any sign of treachery. “If there is, better to tell us now and save yourself the trouble.”

“Well…” the slime gurgled, pressing two thick, gooey fingers together like a child that had just been caught stealing, “the cleaning can get pretty intense, but as long as you don’t cum you should be fine.”

The shining tip was at her throat again, prompting the slime to cry out in terror. “Hawawa! I swear it’s the truth pururu!”

“Don’t worry, I believe you,” Arela remarked with a slight smile forming on her lips, “I just need to make sure you understand, if you try anything…”

The curvy blue monster nodded her head again, this time however she gave the musclebound treasure hunter a quick once-over before responding. “I’ll take it slow I promise, but before you jump in you need to take your clothes off pururu.”

Arela lowered her sword and nodded an affirmation, which only served to make Rosaline clench her fists and stomp her heel against the polished stone underneath her. “A-are you serious?! You’re taking this creature at her word?”

“Like I said before, we have no choice.” Arela shrugged, tugging off her belt and letting her sword and scabbard fall to the floor. “Come on girl, it’s not a bathhouse in the capital but it’ll do… or are you embarrassed?~”

 

Rosaline grit her teeth and shut her eyes in embarrassment as she began slowly tugging at the shoulders of her robes. “F-fine, let’s just get this over with,” she sighed, letting her priestly white and gold dress fall until her pale, globish breasts spilled out. Small trickles of milk leaked from the tips of her hard, pink nipples, creating small lines of cloudy white fluid that dribbled down her taut stomach.

“Rosaline…” Arela muttered, halting her own disrobing to stare appreciatively at the priestess’ curvy body.

“Sh-shut up! It’s just that stupid curse. They weren’t this big when I came in here.”

Smirking at her companion’s embarrassment, Arela got to work on her own tattered clothing, slipping off her tunic and torn pants to let her enormous horsecock finally breathe a bit. She only had it for several hours, but already the darkened mottled surface and thick bulging veins no longer disgusted her. Likewise her heavy, apple-sized orbs churned with several backed up loads she had yet to release. With a single twitch of her chiseled lower muscles her huge sheathe bounced, sending a thin stream of horse-pre dribbling onto the stone floor between her feet.

“Alright, let’s- !!”
Arela wasn’t trying to stare, it hadn’t been her intention to ogle the priestess’ body, after all she had never lusted after another woman before besides a few errant drunken thoughts. But when she laid eyes upon the fully nude priestess standing next to her, she felt her horsecock swell against that slime-coated sheath and slowly grow to full size before her very eyes.

Rosaline was beautiful in the way only a noble knightess could be - while Arela’s body was hard, manly, and covered in small scars; Rosaline radiated feminine beauty with hips that made her a fertility goddess in her own right. Between her legs however was something Arela had never expected:

A gigantic swinging set of gravid nuts easily the size of Arela’s own if not larger, churning and twitching with ten days worth of backed up jizz that left them looking slightly reddened and intimidating. Just above those elephantine nuts was a small prick hiding in its own foreskin around the size of the busty knight’s thumb, if that. This was clearly a subject Rosaline didn’t want to address however, since she almost immediately covered her tiny prick with her own hands and shot the warrior a nasty look.

“Er- alright then.” Arela stammered, trying to avoid the subject entirely and returning her attention to the impatient looking slimegirl still oozing above the pool’s surface.

“Well, whenever you’re ready pururu~ Feel free to hop in!”

Chapter 8: Massage gone wrong

Arela tried to dip her toes into the thick, gooey concoction but found it difficult to actually break the surface. The slimy blue substance was cold and moved around the sole of her foot like a living organism crawling up between each of her toes individually. The sensation was unlike anything the lithe swordswoman had felt before, yet she pushed past her hesitation and continued applying pressure until she sunk into the heavy mixture down to her ankle. Being surrounded by what was essentially just an extension of the goo-girl in front of her was odd, but it brought with it a numbing tingling sensation that actually felt relaxing - like millions of tiny bubbles were appearing and instantaneously popping around her skin in a thick cleansing wash.

Surprised, but undeterred, Arela sunk her other leg into the viscous slime and felt a sudden burst of suction dragging against her smooth legs as she began to sink deeper into the cold, jiggling pool beneath her. To her surprise the feeling wasn’t unpleasant, it was as if all the dirt, sweat, and filth she had accumulated on her skin in this corruptive maze was just dissolving away along with her stress. The feeling of that surprisingly heavy blue sludge sliding up her legs reminded her of a sweet confection she used to eat as a child back in the village; even then she had wondered what it would feel like to fill a washbasin with the stuff and just jump in…

“Ah, the hell with it.” She sighed, lifting her globish ass off of the cold stone and letting herself fall into the cool, refreshing slime up to her neck. Instantly the rest of her body was enveloped in minute bubbles that tickled her skin and made the normally stoic warrior curl her lips into a dopey smile.

“Haaahhh, I really needed this.” She sighed aloud; after all if she really was doomed to die in this perverted ruin then she might as well enjoy herself a bit, even if her companion was acting a little too uptight and embarrassed about this whole situation.

“It’s nice isn’t it?~ Worshipers used to come far and wide to dip in my pool - but now I’m lucky to clean off one or two a week… ah! Could you lift your arms up for me?”

 

“Sure, but I don’t think- OH!”
Now it was Arela’s turn to be embarrassed; as soon as she raised her arms within that pool of gelatinous goo a sudden flood of it brushed across her armpits, rippling against her skin forcing the ticklish warrior to cry out in shock.

“Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” Rosaline remarked, crossing her arms in front of her pillowy tits and kicking her feet back and forth against the edge of the pool. “What happened to all of that bravado earlier? I thought you said we needed to stay on our toes.”

She knew the priestess had a point, but at the same time her cautious nature just made Arela roll her eyes. “It’s fine,” she assured the knight, “we need to do this anyway to keep going, and if our ‘cleaning girl’ tries anything we can handle her. I’ve taken out plenty of slimes before… uh, forget that last part.”

“Don’t worry about it, some of my sisters can get pretty voracious up there.”

“You see, we’re not in any danger! So just hop in already, unless you’re planning on waiting down here for the rest of your life.”

Rosaline balked at the idea of just jumping into a strange pool of liquid, much less at the behest of one of the monsters she had sworn to destroy, but seeing no other option she too swung her hips forward and fell feet first into the viscous slime up to her chin.

“Agh! C-cold!” She whined, shivering for a scant few moments before her body was suddenly covered in microscopic bubbles underneath forcing the chaste priestess to suck in a sharp breath.

Arela couldn’t imagine how good it must have felt for her to finally have a bath after days of being trapped down below, and although the warrior gave the voluptuous blonde a hard time she was happy that the obviously frightened girl would get an opportunity to relax, even if it was just for a short while.

As the two girls floated in that refreshing pool with only their faces sticking out above the gooey surface, they finally began to relax their muscles and just let go; with Arela letting out the occasional contented sigh, while her haughty noble companion even found the courage to just close her eyes and unwind. Arela had never felt something so strange and yet so peaceful, like her whole body was being stroked and caressed by a thousand talented hands from countless trained masseuses that would have put the working girls in the capitol to shame.

And then she felt it, that thick gelatinous slime beginning to twist and slide across her hardening nipples and kneading her pert, modest breasts like a skilled lover while at the same time long snaking slime-tongues began to trace between her hard abdominal muscles.

“Hey, you’re getting a little too handsy…” she softly warned, still in a blissed out daze.

“I have to clean everywhere, otherwise you won’t be able to get past the barrier. Especially… here!”

“Eek!”

Arela bit her lip as the slick gelatin began to seep tightly against her mound, vibrating gently as miniscule tendrils oozed underneath her clitoral hood and began to slowly rotate around and around her love-button. If that wasn’t enough, even more of that tingling gel was now forcing it’s way underneath her dark brown sheathe and vibrating as well.

“Arela! Is somethin- ohhhhhhhh” Rosaline groaned, her eyes immediately rolling upwards as the slimegirl began teasing her entrance as well, showing the poor girl no mercy. She had been forced to endure having her male appendage for well over a week without any opportunity to cum. At this point even the lightest touch was enough to make the priestess whimper, and now she was being assaulted with wriggling tendrils of slime twisting along every inch of exposed skin. Even though she was a knight, there was no covering up the obscene look on her face.

“Hey, damnit am I gonna have to rip you in half!” Arela shouted to the slime, who now reformed her curvy, nude body just in front of the shivering redhead and flashed her a teasing smile.

“Hmmm, maybe later~, right now I need to make sure you’re clean all over… that means getting into every nook and cranny.”

The swordswoman summoned all of her strength, but the suction of the pool was far too much for her to fight back against, it was like she was trapped in quicksand: the harder she struggled the deeper she sunk into its depths. The last thing she saw before her face was sucked under the surface was Rosaline thrashing around a few feet away, her enormous breasts being fondled by transparent blue hands.

Blue. Everything in her vision became tinged with a cerulean filter as she sunk into the slimegirls domain. Arela half expected to suffocate right then and there, but the flow of thick jelly into her throat brought with it the life giving oxygen she needed to survive. Even in the murky depths she could still see somewhat clearly, both her own chiseled body and the plump curves of the priestess involuntarily thrusting her hips forward and back within her own slimy prison.

Arela looked on in shock as the viscous slime around Rosaline began to coalesce around her body, with the blonde’s gigantic wobbling ass being spread apart by transparent blue tendrils that proceeded to force their way into the blonde’s tightly puckered hole, even in the dim abyss of slime she could see the tendrils churning, alternating in size and thickness as they plunged into the priest’s holes in tandem, and when Arela felt the distinct sensation of hard, viscous tendrils prodding at her own depths she knew that soon she would be next.

The musclebound, scarred adventurer was no stranger to sex; it was customary for her to blow off some steam after each expedition, usually by pinning some doe-eyed, muscular farm boy against the nearest hard object and riding him senseless. Big or small, thin or fat, it had never really mattered to her; it was all about asserting dominance and getting off. But now?

Her walls convulsed around the sudden intrusion of slime plumbing her depths, with every contraction sending the vibrating ooze scraping against every bump, crease, and fold of her pussy. Unlike a normal flesh-and-blood member, this twisting slime tentacle expanded and flooded outwards to fill every single inch of her insides, molding perfectly to her shape and going deeper than any man had ever taken her before. Even with the cyan muck filling her mouth and throat she managed to let out a tremendous wail that surprised even herself. When her eyes refocused she saw the blonde priestess floating a few feet in front of her with her arms and legs spread wide in an X shape, thrashing in place with her eyelids fluttering and her lips permanently parted into a wide O shape.

For the briefest of moments Arela considered letting go and just enjoying the sensations assaulting her body, but the slimegirls warning against emptying her balls kept the swordswoman from giving in entirely. And it was a good thing she hadn’t, just as her consciousness began to drift away into thoughts of surrender she felt a sudden pressure forcing itself against the very tip of her flared, stallion member.

“My my, you’re so dirty down here. Let’s fix that.”

“NNNNGHHHHH” The swordswoman wailed through the jiggling mass of blue ooze filling her throat as her peehole was violated by vibrating beads of sentient slime. Resisting the all-enveloping liquid coursing over her skin was impossible; whenever she attempted to so much as thrash her limbs the material would suddenly coalesce and repel her attempts. She was left floating, trapped in place in the center of that spacious pool watching herself and her companion being violated by their gelatinous captor, both of their testes inflating rapidly as more and more ooze flowed into them.

Her weighty, mottled-brown horse meat swelled to accommodate the thick stream of transparent goo surging through her urethra. Despite all of her struggling, the most she could manage was to spread her toned thighs apart to match the growth of her slime-sloshing nuts, now larger than the warrior woman’s own head.

Wriggling pleats of jiggling fluid caressed her entire body as if she were being licked all over; toes, fingers, buttocks, even her armpits and nostrils felt as if they were being scrubbed by prehensile wriggling tongues. That, coupled with the tingling bubbles of all the dirt, grime, and dead skin on her body being dissolved away created a ticklishly pleasurable sensation that had her gritting her teeth in a desperate attempt to maintain at least some control over her own body.

A cursory glance towards the busty blonde priest confirmed her worst fears; she wasn’t going to make it at this rate. Rosaline’s phimotic, twitching dicklette was in the midst of being stroked by a ribbed faux-tunnel of bubbling gel even as the chaste woman’s pussy and ass were spread wide by translucent tentacles. It was only a matter of time until the priestess lost control and surrendered to the pleasure; Arela would have to do something and fast… but what? The slime imprisoning them had spread herself along the entire pool of bright blue muck, how could you even attack something like that?

With no more options, and her own orgasm fast approaching the warrior closed her eyes and wracked her brain for answers, thinking back to all of the slimes she had dealt with before. She recalled something that her old mentor had taught her about slimes back when she could barely life a sword herself, something about a ball… or was it a core?

“Almost done cleaning pururu~ Just hold on a biiiit longer.”

Shit, there was no time! If she wanted to get out of this in one piece she’d have to act fast…

Chapter 9: In a pool of lust (Bad End #3)

Pushing all of her remaining strength into her burning leg muscles, Arela pushed as best she could against the wall of gelatin holding her in place and bent her knees. With a grunt that sent bubbles surging from her lips, she flexed her legs and shot upward, aiming for the surface…

“Oh, and where do you think you’re going? You’re not all clean yet!”

Her head slammed against the surface of slime as if it were solid rock, nearly knocking the warrior out cold.

“I thought you were an experienced adventurer, don’t you know the bigger a slime is the stronger they become? Purururu~, you didn’t have a chance of getting away.”

Tears formed at the corners of Arela’s hazel-green eyes, only to immediately be dissolved away by the wriggling walls of her impenetrable blue prison. All she had done with her little outburst was delay the inevitable, and soon she felt the stimulation on her body redouble, as if the slimegirl was punishing her for her attempted escape.

“Ah, looks like your friend is done-for~ what a shame…”

From her new position floating near the pool’s surface, Arela was helpless to turn away from the horrifying sight before her. Rosaline’s body flexed and twitched, her hips jerking upward as she humped the tunnel of tonguelike folds currently twisting along her insignificant prick. Even with her mouth stuffed full and muffled by slime the knight let out a sharp, high-pitched wail as ten days of backed up, cloudy white jizz erupted from her cock all at once.

“NGHOUUUUUUUUUUUUGH” Rosaline screamed in a voice unbefitting a refined noblewoman as white-hot ecstasy filled her body. With her legs spread so wide Arela could see everything, even the interior of the girl’s glistening pink folds convulsing around the gooey tentacle thrusting all the way to her cervix. Bereft of reason, the trembling blonde curled her lips into a wide grin as her orgasm continued well past the levels and limits of a normal human being. Her sack was so swollen and heavy, and her prick so thin and tiny, that it took well over a minute of uninterrupted spurting for her stream of jizz to even slow down.

“Here comes the fun part.~ Are you paying attention?”

“Mmph? MMMMMNNNN!”

The muscular warrior woman tore at her restraints in vain, even trying to bite down on the tube of slime invading her throat to no avail. Before her very eyes Rosaline was melting, her alabaster white skin and long, blonde hair being replaced with a uniform pinkish hue. Her ceaseless ejaculation continued, but soon the thick white globules of jizz became tinged pink as well along with the rest of the priest’s body as she slowly but surely dissolved.

What was left was a mockery of everything the haughty knightess had stood for; a jiggling pink mound of slime vaguely in the shape of a buxom woman, still with those absurdly large testes and tiny prick hanging between her legs, although now in a bubbly pink color…

To Arela’s horror, when the pink slimegirl turned her head to look up at the thrashing warrior there was a look of hunger in her eyes. Hunger directed at the swollen stallion-cock throbbing with need.

“Arela, why are you still resisting?~ This is so wonderful, it’s like my whole body feels so clear, so wonderful and joyous and- and… nnnhh”

“N-no, stay back…” Arela whimpered, unable to resist as the slime once known as Rosaline surged effortlessly through the thick blue pool like a knife through butter. At her touch, the original slime girl seemed to slow down her ministrations, if only to allow for her new convert to milk the sturdy warrior’s horsecock herself.

“T-this isn’t like you Rosaline, please!” She begged, her horrified eyes locked on the pink goo-girl’s “legs” as they spread apart to reveal a puffy faux-pussy just underneath her titanic nuts. This was it, she was going to be raped by her former friend and turned into a slime. All of her adventures would end here, in some nameless pool deep underground…

“Become one with me and you can become a slime too! Then we can purupuru together! Don’t you want to just let go and feel good?”

When Rosaline lowered herself down her lengthy horsecock, Arela arched her back and screamed through the goo penetrating her mouth and throat. Ever since she had grown this disgusting, animalistic appendage she had only experienced minor pleasures: her hands, the keyhole, that inky black bodysuit… but now her technically virgin cock was being wrapped up by the hot, wriggling folds of an actual pussy. Sure, it belonged to a gelatinous slime girl that could technically be fucked just about anywhere on her body, but this was her first time experiencing actual sex with her penis. And though she had never lusted after other women before, now her brain was screaming at her: “matematematematebreedbreedbreedbreed” in an animalistic fervor that matched her bestial member.

Something within the muscular swordswoman snapped, and her overstuffed balls raised upward as a sudden flood of jizz erupted from her stallion rod. The bulging, medial ring pulsed uncomfortably as gallons upon gallons of slime and seed rushed through her recently violated urethra and into her former comrade’s sopping wet honey-pot. Her quaking horsenuts ejected so much virile white spunk into Rosaline that the freshly made goo girl’s belly began to bloat, becoming heavy and gravid with a visible “ball” of swirling cum trapped inside of its transparent surface. As she gave in to this ecstasy, Arela felt her body beginning to loosen as if her insides were drifting apart. Rather than wracking her with pain, this feeling of disintegration only added to the skyrocketing bliss surging through her body and prolonging the cloudy streams of white she was pouring into Rosaline’s cunt. Before her very eyes, hard chiseled muscle and twitching limbs were melting into a featureless purple slime bubbling with anticipation for her new life…

 

For weeks at a time the two goo-girls thrashed together, mixing their colorful bodies into a twisting whirlpool of endless rutting. Without the need to take on humanoid forms they were able to mix and slosh together to share their thoughts, feelings, and sensations with one another.
“Cummingcumming hihihi~”
“Pururu ~ Feels too good, ehe- eheheehe!!”

The creatures once known as Arela and Rosaline continued this sensual dance within the depths of the pool; ageless and without the need for any sustenance beyond the moisture that naturally dripped from the ceiling, they spent their days in endless copulation broken up by molesting the occasional unlucky traveler that passed through.

In short, they couldn’t be happier…

Chapter 10: Questions and answers

Her time was swiftly running out, she remembered that all slimes have a core, a smooth crystalline ball within themselves incredibly sensitive to any kind of damage, but in a pool this massive there was no way she could find it.

Well, there was one thing she remembered, something one of the village elders told her back when she was first learning to swing a sword; that slimes were so protective of their cores that they always tried to keep them in the exact center of their bodies…

In a flash, Arela summoned her strength and began struggling against the thick gel surrounding her. She was expecting the material to thicken around her thrashing limbs just like before, but in this case the slime girl hadn’t been expecting the muscular warrior to attempt to swim even further into the gelatinous pool.

“Hey wait! What do you think you’re doing!”

Her gelatinous captor tried to solidify in her path to no avail; though Arela felt the viscous blue fluid congealing in front of her, the warrior woman’s momentum allowed her to easily break through until… there it was! A small, spherical core of polished pink crystal floating in the center of the pool. With the last of her strength Arela reached out and strained her arm, feeling her fingers just barely brush across the glittering gemstone-

“Kyaaaaaaaah!”

The slimegirl screamed in shock as her precious core was violated by human hands, sending the surface of the pool rippling and surging up and over the stone embankments holding it in place before suddenly, everything became still.

“H-hey, could you…uh…let go of that please?”

The infuriated swordswoman only tightened her grip around the slime’s core.

“OKAYOKAYOKAY! Message received! I’ll let you go, just please stop squeezing me!”

The crushing pressure of countless gallons of translucent ooze bearing down on the enraged woman began to reverse, sending her floating up to the top of the pool along with a drooling, thoroughly violated Rosaline.

Even in their exhausted state the gasping adventurers had enough strength to paddle their way back to the stone, though Arela made sure to keep a tight grip on the fragile glass sphere all the while. As they flopped down onto relatively dry land they both began coughing up globs of mucus-like liquid and frantically spitting it out in sloughing heaps. "Gods above," Rosaline panted through shaking breaths, "I-I was almost..."

Arela would have turned to comfort the sobbing blonde, if it weren't for the enormous bloated sack forcing her thighs to spread uncomfortably apart. A quick glance at Rosaline's lower body revealed an even worse case of testicular swelling, with the blonde's already gravid sack having expanded to three times it's previous size. Within her massive testes Arela could feel something churning, undoubtedly the living ooze that had forced it's way down her urethra earlier. Grimacing, she began clenching her fist around the slime's most precious part as hard as she could.

"Ahhhhh! Stop it, please! I let you go s-so you should let me go too!"

Arela certainly wasn't as strong as many of the hulking monstrosities that took to adventuring for fame and coin, but she was no pushover either. Her muscular frame had won her plenty a contest of strength against cocky village boys that thought a female of her size to be easy pickings.

In other words; when she clenched her fist around that bright pink orb she squeezed HARD. Hard enough to cause the smooth, shifting surface to crack ever so slightly.

"Get out of our balls. Now." She growled, increasing the pressure until the terrified slime finally relented.

"Yowwwch! Okay okay! But I'm warning you, it's gonna be intense!"

Intense? What did she-

Rosaline screamed, tilting her head back and yawning her mouth wide as her quaking nuts tensed up. A sharp "HIIIIIIIIIIIII!~" left her battered throat as what could only be described as a thin beam of slime erupted from her tiny, bobbing prick hard enough to nearly reach the ceiling. As she wailed and swung her hips up and down in a desperate, clenching attempt to stave off the flow of slime from her slowly deflating nuts the intensity of the ceaseless spray only continued. To her horror, Arela could feel her own balls throb incessantly as a growing pressure began to work it's way up her massive stallion tool.

Ejaculation without orgasm; that was the first and final thought to form in Arela's head before she was overtaken by a feeling of simultaneous discomfort and relief. Her wobbling, bestial shaft was being molested from the inside as heavy, gelatinous mucus forced it's way out of her sensitive urethra. The sensation was akin to urinating after holding in one's bladder for an absurd amount of time, mixed with the painful pleasure of being stimulated by gallons of warm, living slime forcing it's way out. With nothing to do but suck in deep breaths as they lied there powerless on the floor, the two girls reached out to one another in desperation. As their hands met, Arela gave the priestess a reassuring squeeze, though it did little to stop either of them from crying out in blissful release.

It took minutes for their faux-orgasm to stop, with a constant rain of their freshly ejaculated slime falling back down onto the two naked women as they rode out each peak and trough upon the cold ground. Even when the last spurts of cerulean ooze leaked from their tingling malehoods, both girls couldn't help but notice that their testes, though shrunken, were still much larger than they had been when they first entered the pool.

Oh, there would be hell to pay.

[Several minutes later]

“Maybe… no, a fire spell would be too cruel.”

“Who cares, I think she’s earned it.”

“Well, here goes nothing then!”

As a redressed Rosaline produced a singing flame from the tip of her index finger and aimed it at the core lying helplessly on the ground the pool only a few feet away began to churn in panic.

“Waitwaitwait! I learned my lesson, p-please, you gotta believe me! I’ll tell you everything!”

“Hmm I dunno, you lied to us once already, I’m not sure we can trust you…” Arela remarked as she busily readjusted her clothes and pack. “What do you think Rosaline?”

“I say we cook the gem a few times just to make sure.”

“Woah, l-let’s not be hasty girls, after all I let you out just like I said I would- aaahhh! That’s way too hot! Stop!”

Rosaline’s flaming fingertip hovered an inch from the slime’s core, but her panicked cries were finally enough for Arela to give the enraged priestess the signal to knock it off. Just as soon as it was about to singe the edge of that pink crystal, the flames suddenly ceased.

Satisfied that the slime was thoroughly frightened, Arela squatted down next to the harmless crystalline core and shot it a threatening glare. “You’re going to answer our questions truthfully, and then we’ll let you go. Otherwise I’ll let my friend here do whatever she wants, deal?”

“D-deal! I’ll tell you everything I know, just keep that crazy girl away from me!”

Now they were getting somewhere, Arela smirked and picked up the smooth crystalline core in her palm, lifting it up to her face. “Alright, for starters why don’t you tell us how to get out of this place.”

“I’m not sure, I’ve never left this room before, and I haven’t seen any of the priests that used to come through here in years. For the past century it’s been nothing but you adventurers.”

As Arela narrowed her eyes at the slime and prepared to summon Rosaline forward with another spell the oozing pool behind her began to shiver in fear.

“B-but there used to be lots and lots of aspirants that passed through here on their way to the surface, so there should be an exit up ahead.”

Seemingly satisfied with the Slimegirl’s answer the swordswoman released her grip around the glowing crystal, though only slightly.

“Next question,” she remarked sharply, “what is all of this for?” As if to illustrate her point, she waved her free arm around the dark gray walls and dripping ceiling. “Verdant kingdom ruins are normally full of traps, but nothing this perverted.”

“Well…” the slime pensively replied, “I’m not quite sure about that either, all they told me was that I needed to purify sacrifices before they could be taken to meet the Goddess. That’s all I know.”

This time it was Rosaline that spoke up, once again stepping forward and creating a small kindling flame in her right hand as she glared at the helpless slime. “That pagan god is here?” The priestess hissed through gritted teeth. “And you planned on sacrificing us to her? Stand back Arela, I’m going to cook this heretic alive.”

“Wait!” The swordswoman shouted and raised a palm towards the infuriated zealot, “what do you mean by sacrifices?”

“Hawawa! I’m not sure exactly, but they kept talking about how the goddess wasn’t complete yet, and that Vereniah would be reborn once they gave her enough offerings. T-they never told me anything important, I swear!”

Arela stared at the core in her hand, and then to the shivering pool of dark blue ooze a few feet away.

“I believe you.” She said nonchalantly, before tossing the core unceremoniously back into the churning blue waters. This caused Rosaline to raise an eyebrow, but Arela simply shrugged off the priestess’ stare and began making her way towards the exit. When the sharp click of Rosaline’s heels grew closer she was expecting a stern lecture, but the exhausted priestess could only manage a resigned sigh.

“She almost killed us, you know.”

“Yeah, but getting our hands bloody wouldn’t have solved anything… besides, she did help us get through.”

Speaking of, the two found the crackling magical seal that had blocked their path before part before them as they approached, allowing the two “cleansed” women pass through unimpeded.

For better or worse, they had entered the belly of the beast.

Chapter 11: A much needed reprieve.

“I-I can’t believe it, this is grander than the Rose court.”

“This…has to be a trap, there’s no way.”

The two bedraggled girls stood side by side in the entranceway of a spacious foyer that looked as if it had only been vacated a few days prior. In contrast to the dark, dingy corridors they had been skulking through for hours, and in Rosaline’s case days, the ostentatious hall they found themself in looked as if it belonged in the royal capital. The walls were still brick and mortar, but gone were the dusty cobwebs and streaking moss that made up the rest of the dungeon; instead the brightly lit room was covered in intricate, though incredibly lewd, murals and artwork. The sight of it brought a blush to Rosaline’s cheeks, and though she loathed to admit it, even Arela found herself grinding her thighs together at the sight. Craven images of massive orgies, their occupants gorging themselves on tender meats and fine wines in between acts of debauchery, filled the space around them along with priceless antique furniture and tables laden with gold and silver.

“Well, let’s start packing!” Arela triumphantly yelled, making her way to the nearest glittering candelabra before Rosaline planted a hand firmly on the warrior woman’s chest.

“Hold it, are you really going to trust these cultists to not leave traps in a place like this?”

“B-but…the treasure…” Arela childishly whined, looking at Rosaline with genuine hurt in her eyes. “Just one, please?”

“Of course not. So far every single trap both of us have encountered was meant to tempt the victim in some way,” the priestess remarked, pointing an accusatory finger at the piles upon piles of gem-encrusted loot stacked high on every shelf and table, “what could you possibly call that besides a massive temptation?”

With tears forming at the corners of her eyes, Arela clenched her lids shut and nodded, not bearing to look at the treasure she was leaving behind and vowing to come back for it later.

As the two began exploring the room, two things became apparent.

The first was the large door dominating the second story of this massive hall, flanked on both sides by a rounded stone staircase. On either side of the door burning sconces illuminated a carving of the goddess Vereniah upon its face, her arms outstretched as supplicants lapped at her swollen teats and enormous cock. In the center of this depraved entryway were three hexagonal insets, seemingly some sort of locking mechanism.

The second were the side rooms, there were countless adjoining dining rooms, larders, and storage closets, but three doorways in particular stood out. Each one bore the likeness of a hexagonal gem atop their threshold and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were meant to do.

“Three more traps, it’ll be tough but we should be able to handle it if we stick together and stay on our toes, right Arela?”

Rosaline turned, hoping for some input from the brash, redheaded swordswoman only to notice her absence, along with the wide-open pantry door only a few paces away.

“Arela!” the zealot cried as she peered into the room packed with casks and jars of preserves. Unlike the harsh stone walls that covered the rest of the dungeon this room was much more homely, with aged wooden walls that would have looked at home in any tavern back home.

“Mmmhshsheggun” was the only reply.

“What on earth-”

Rosaline found herself face to face with the muscular adventurer leaning against a cask of ale stuffing her face with a wedge of cheese. Rather than being ashamed of this sight, Arela instead hastily swallowed the food she had been chewing on and repeated herself.

Paaaah~ “I said just a second! You oughta try some of this, it’s great!”

Rosaline was a hair's breadth away from smacking the cheese right out of her partner’s hand and giving her the talking-to of a lifetime, but she bit her tongue and took a deep breath.

“Arela…”
“Yeah?”

“Do you realize that this is a dungeon meant to tempt you?”

Arela looked down at the wedge of cheese in her hand, and at the group of sausage links in the other, then back up at the priestess.

“You’ve been stuck down here for ten days, don’t tell me you want to go back to eating stale rations. Besides, if we’re gonna die down here we should die with some good food in our bellies.”

Arela handed the sausage links over to the priestess as a token of friendship, a token that Rosaline reluctantly accepted. She had to admit, she had been craving the delicious food of her knightly orders hall for days now. One bite of that perfectly seasoned and cooked meat reminded her of home, it was enough to make her tear up a little bit.

“Hey,” Arela called to her, holding out a half-emptied bottle of wine and sloshing the mixture back and forth in the glass.

“But…but…”

After a moment’s hesitation, Rosaline yanked the neck of the bottle out of Arela’s hands, popped the cork and let out a mighty, “ah to hell with it,” before tilting the bottle back and downing gulp after sweet-tasting gulp.

The two gorged themselves on meats, wine and cheeses fit for a royal pantry and took some much needed time to relax; at first their conversations revolved around how they would proceed on their escape, but soon they began regaling one another with stories of their adventures…

“...so the werewolf, the one that had been terrorizing the place for months at that point, ended up being the village chief of all people. The guy that posted the bounty in the first place! I had him dead to rights and he started saying, ‘Wait, wait! How are you going to collect the money if I’m dead?”

Rosaline sat clutching her staff at rapt attention like a child listening to the story of some grizzled elder. Her eyes twinkled with delight at Arela’s story as she chimed in, “well, what did you do?”

“I chopped his head clean off and looted his house.”

PFFFFAHAHAHAHA! Rosaline cried, doubling over and kicking her boots against the creaking wooden floor, “o-oh gods I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t be laughing at that but pffffffftt.”

 

Taking another healthy swig of wine, Arela leaned back and shot a lengthy glance at her comrade; though the priest’s robes were plenty disheveled and beginning to tear at the seams in some places, her long blonde hair and fair skin gave her a radiant, almost angelic appearance. Arela could barely hide her blush as she traced her eyes down the curvaceous knight’s body, paying special attention to the way her enormous teats swelled against the fabric of her vestments.By the gods they were massive; was it her new male appendage and hormones making her lust after her comrade’s body like this? Or did she always have these proclivities and just never realized it.

“Something wrong?” Rosaline asked, a look of concern creeping onto her face.

“No no I’m just curious,” Arela quickly blurted out, closing her legs tightly to hopefully hide the blood rushing to her sheath, “don’t you have any thrilling combat stories, since you’re a holy knight and all?”

Now it was Rosaline’s turn to take a tremendous swill of alcohol, for a moment it looked like the priestess was going to down the whole bottle, but she managed to pull the glass from her lips with a loud POP and a deep exhalation.

“No hic I don’t, the knights of the holy lance pretty much never leave the capital. To tell you the truth we’re more like a glorified police force for the upper-class nobility.”

There was genuine bitterness creeping into Rosaline’s voice as she recounted the position of her order; for a moment she glanced down at the bottle still clutched in her right hand before thinking better of it. “The other orders are out there protecting the people, winning fame and glory while we’re stuck inspecting carriages and standing around at galas. If it weren’t for master Luckard’s insistence we wouldn’t have even gone on this mission in the first place; I guess the other knightly orders thought poking around in some half-imagined ruin was beneath them.”

“Rosaline…”

“It’s fine, really,” the priestess assured her, “it’s not your fault anyway. They knew none of us had any real combat experience and they still sent us anyway. If it weren’t for them my friends would still be-”

She stopped herself at the last second, choking back tears that she didn’t dare release; not here, not now. When Arela reached forward and planted a sympathetic hand on the blonde’s shoulder she responded with a hoarse “thank you” and began to wipe her face with the sleeve of her robe.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry about that,” she muttered, looking back at Arela with moist eyes. “Thank you by the way, for helping me earlier with that damned slime. Otherwise I might not be here.”

“It’s nothin’,” Arela retorted, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment, “I-It would be a pain to go through these ruins myself y’know, so I didn’t want to lose you is all.”

“Mhm, same here. So don’t go dying on me, okay?”

The two locked eyes for a moment, then simultaneously glanced away, with Arela letting out an embarrassed laugh and Rosaline twirling an errant lock of hair between her fingers.

“You ahem have a guy back home?” Arela asked, trying to change the subject as fast as possible.

“No, we’re required to take an oath of chastity in order to become fully fledged knights. It’s a sacred and holy vow.”

“Jeez, thank the gods I never joined up.”

“Ehe, well when you’re on patrol all day you don’t really have time for that sort of stuff anyway…”

The air was so heavy that Arela’s chest struggled to move, at least that’s where she thought that sudden pressure was coming from. The warrior woman had never shied away from anything before in her life, if she wanted something she just took it; whether that was loot to fill her pack or a man to warm her bed it didn’t matter. But now for the first time since she was a little girl she felt on-edge, hesitant. Like she was struggling to find the right words to say.

“Maybe we shou-mmph!”

Rosaline had made the first move, lunging forward while Arela was distracted and grabbing the sturdy redhead by her shoulders, fingers digging into the thick tunic hard enough to sting. Arela could smell the alcohol on the priestess’ breath, or was that her own wafting back into her nostrils? Either way the scent was heavenly, warming her throat and lungs well before their lips locked in a tight embrace.

Arela’s eyes opened wide in shock just as Rosaline’s fluttered closed, urging the adventuress to do the same. The otherwise silent storehouse was filled with sharp exhalations of passion that leaked from between the battleground of their mouths, little ahh and hnn whines interspersed with the smacking lips and the sloppy tangle of tongues. Both girls felt their loins swell with heat, though Arela’s rapidly engorging phallus made itself known much more quickly, threatening to tear an even greater hole in her already tattered leggings.

With excess drool seeping from the corners of their loosely sealed lips, the two embraced one another. As Rosaline traced the sturdy musculature of Arela’s chest and stomach, her fingers prodding at that unyielding hardness, the warrior fiendishly attacked her partner’s twin mounds through her robe. Neither one wanted to be the first to relinquish the kiss, with both parties trying to memorize as much of the sensation of the other’s mouth as possible.

Arela was the first to truly moan, a high-pitched whine that seemed far too ladylike for the tomboyish sellsword. A shrill yaahhn erupted from her throat, just as a sudden rope of syrup-thick precum jettisoned from her flare to land on the ground with a heady plshhhh.

The sound seemed to awaken them from their drunken, lust-addled stupor, and they soon separated from the kiss with a line of drool connecting their ashamed faces to one another, preventing either of them from denying what had just happened. Both girls caught their breath in relative silence. The ordinarily reserved Rosaline’s tongue slightly lolled out, that slick pink organ resting against her lower lip as she panted like an animal in heat. Arela fared little better in spite of her sexual experience, her eyes appeared glazed over, her throat twitching as she swallowed a bit of excess drool that had collected against her palate.

“We… we shouldn’t have done that.” Arela muttered halfheartedly, her right hand tightly grasping her left wrist in order to stop herself from continuing the assault on Rosaline’s heaving chest, or worse, reaching down to pump her backed up stallionhood.

“I know but haahh it felt good didn’t it?”

Arela thought for a moment, remembering the feeling of her companion’s lips against her own from only a moment prior.

“...Yeah, it really did,” she replied, trying and failing to will her bestial cock to return to it’s sheathe. “I’m going to be honest, I didn’t think I was into girls at all.”

“Neither did I, I just- I don’t know, maybe it was the alcohol or… or being on the edge for ten days, or hormones, or-”

“Or we can worry about it later.” Arela reassured the stammering holy woman, standing up from the overturned cask and raising her arms in a mighty stretch. “You’re drunk, I’m drunk, we’re both really fucking horny and backed up. Let’s just get some sleep before we end up doing something we’d regret.”

For emphasis, Arela tapped a finger against her partially shredded trousers, specifically against the glowing lust crest branded onto her massive, swinging testes. The faint pink glow emanating from it was visible even through the thick material, and one look at the priestess’ robes showed a similar state on her end.

“I don’t know what exactly this thing does, but it starts glowing like crazy whenever we’re about to cum. Not to mention all of the traps down here trying to get us to blow our load. Whatever it is, we can’t risk it.”

The cold reality of their situation satisfied neither of them, they both knew that the longer they went without ejaculating the more the pressure would build, yet in a dungeon where orgasm meant admitting one’s defeat they didn’t dare cross that threshold no matter how badly they wanted to.

 

With exhaustion creeping in and their bellies full, the two of them gathered together as many spare linens as they could and fashioned them into makeshift bedding before allowing sleep to take them.