FSE

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Coiling streamers of air around Nidonocu, Flinty, Shy and himself Sefra catapulted them forward across the expanse of floor that had previously turned into quicksand and claimed Nido. Shy yelped and wriggled his legs back and forth as they tumbled through the air, carried across by a blast of wind. They all landed in a heap of tangled limbs and harness on the far side except for Sefra who lightly hopped over them and grinned back at the trio.

"That's another puzzle solved," he pointed at the ceiling, "We could have tried to follow the path up there but it changes. We'd be halfway over and the safe path would shift and someone wouldn't stop in time."

Pushing the blue fox off his lap Nido sat up and adjusted his gas mask, peering through the lenses at Sefra with a frown, "How do you know that? How did you know how to solve the last set of puzzles, or the room before that it doesn't make sense Sefra!"

"Yes it does," Sefra said as he helped Shy up, the little hyena was hugging his tail and staring up at the big bunny with wide opened eyes, "I can't say why, If I reveal my source the Dark Host will stop them feeding me info and we'll all fail."

Nido gave Flinty a look but the blue fox just nodded his head and pointed at the air valve and pipe hooked to the wall, "Should we refill... wait why are there two refill points?"

"That one is trapped," Sefra said pointing at the offending pipe that had trapped and transformed poor Shy last time round, "It's full of the transforming gas everyone refill from the other pipe and then we have to hurry."

Shy hopped from foot to foot eagerly as Flinty refilled his tank and looked down the next corridor, "What's next?"

"This tunnel turns into a T junction after about five minutes, there are stairs on the left, we all need to run up them at once. They drop away a few seconds after people stand on them, we need to get to the top. I don't have any information on what lies down the right hand path."

"Ok," Flinty said as he moved out of the way to let Shy refill his tank; idly playing with his tail, stroking the silver patterns and cog-work designs covering it, "What's the plan once we reach the top?"

Sefra looked around and frowned, "Hopefully we can help the others and get out of here."

Nido reached out and grabbed Flinty's tail off the fox, stroking the shimmering patterns in his fur before turning to regard Sefra. The bunny's own silver, white and gold fur designs were just as intricate as Flinty's, "Who are you two? It's clear you're working together, these tattoos are the same."

"Yeah we are working together," Sefra plugged the pipe into his tank and watched the dial start to tick back up, "The tattoos are just our team design, we're taking this challenge on together... you and Shy are welcome to join up with us however."

"I think I'd like that," Nido said as they started off down the corridor, "I mean this place is mad... being forced to play these games until we fuck something up and are captured, transformed or worse..."

"I'm in," Shy piped up as he looked at the staircase Sefra had warned them about, "But first.. Let's get out of this dungeon, how are we going to get up there?"

Sefra looked at the steep set of stairs and tugged at his harness, the latex bands were uncomfortable against his fur. The whole outfit was tight and warm but he couldn't loosen it. The belt was quite firmly locked in place and without being able to loosen that the harness was staying put. Especially considering how it connected to his gas mask and collar, "We need to run at it at the same time, we don't have any ropes so... we need to just run at it together. First one to the top turn and be ready to grab someone else... one... three... two.... RUN!"

Sefra raced forward, chest heaving as he gulped down big breaths through his mask as he leapt up the steps. He was starting to get used to all this physical exercise... leaping up the stairs two at a time he extended his stride and his powerful bunny feet to take them three at a time until he hit the top landing. He took four more steps and span around, he was vaguely aware of Shy and then Nido leaping past him but threw himself flat on his belly and slide forward to grab Flinty's paws as the blue fox started to fall. The stairs where gone and Flinty cried out as he swung against the wall. His weight jarred Sefra's shoulders but then Shy was there and then Nido, helping him to pull the fox to safety.

Lying on his side Sefra grinned inside his gas mask and drew down a deep, shuddering breath as he slowly sat up and worked at his shoulders, "I hate wearing this," Sefra tugged at the mask, making sure it was still sealed and settled in place, "I feel like I can't get a proper breath of air, ever."

"And everything tastes of rubber," Nido complained as he picked himself up and stared at the door, "So what's beyond this door?"

Sefra eyed the door, pulled himself to his feet and walked over to grip the handle, "The Dark Host..." throwing the door open he marched out into the open box that lorded it over the amphitheater below. Quinten, Morty and Marcos were facing the gelatinous cube and were losing. Quinten was running away from the cube as it charged after him. They still had a chance but first... he had to deal with the dark host as he stood up out of his throne and turned his heavy silver and black mask upon the quartet of friends.

"You..." his wings spread wide, gossamer thin latex flickering back and forth, "I do not know how you are cheating rabbit. But the game... I will not stand for it, when I find out who or how you are getting your information I will make you pay... cheating has a very specific punishment in this realm."

Sefra sneered and walked past the dark host, ignoring the moth he leaned over the railing, "I'm not cheating, and unless you can prove it I suspect you can't do anything about it... now excuse me we need to save our friends."

"Fine then," the Dark Host turned and gestured toward the staircase in its hidden alcove, "Go and face the cube, see what I care, we will take you eventually it is the game that matters."

Everyone started toward the stairs but Sefra shook his head, "No, we'll not go that way, I don't want to feed your pet snake," the others stopped and looked at Sefra as he climbed over the railing and jumped for it. It was a long drop onto hard packed sand but Sefra's bunny feet absorbed the impact. Turning Sefra caught Shy as he dropped after him. Nido bounced a couple of times as he landed and Flinty tumbled into a roll, messing up his landing and sprawling out on his face. Sefra looked at the cube, he could see Quinten inside of it, it had captured the hare but this time Sefra was here early enough to do something about it.

Putting the hyena down he pulled Shy's tank out of its webbing, "Big breath now Shy I need this," the hyena squeaked but nodded and Sefra detached the tank and ran across the arena toward the cube. It was wobbling its way towards them but Sefra didn't try to avoid it, he leapt when he was close enough and slammed into the gelatinous, thick, rubbery outer membrane! It wobbled and started trying to pull Sefra inside but he wanted that. Shoving his arms inside he winched at the horrible, slimy feeling of its inner gel but his twisted the quick release valve on the air tank he'd borrowed and it dumped all its compressed air at once into the cube.

For a moment the cube swelled, Sefra could feel it expanding, straining against its outer wall even as it tried to pull Sefra inside. Then the membrane split, the sudden glut of pressurised air was too much and the whole cube burst apart with a wet, sickening splutch! Goo splattered in every direction and Morty, Marcos and Quinten came rolling out on a wave of thick, suddenly inert slime. Sefra picked himself up and grinned at the hare as he stood up, shaking gunk off his limbs and offered a nod of appreciation in Sefra's direction. It had worked, it had really worked... the rabbit's celebration was interrupted as someone tugged urgently on his arm. It was Shy, wavering on his feet and turning blue from holding his breath. Sefra took a deep breath himself and gave the hyena his tank and raced off toward the large doors that were now swinging open in victory. A quick search found the refill port and Sefra hurriedly filled the tank after a cursory check for any traps or suspicious duplicate air valves. Gulping down a lungful of rubbery scented air Sefra lay still for a moment, letting the spots dancing before his vision fade before he tried to stand back up.

Looking up from where he was slumped he saw the others walking over to join him, Flinty was limping and being supported by Marcos. But everyone was intact, not captured, transformed or otherwise missing! Waving a hand Sefra stayed sitting and smiled behind his mask as they all joined him, "Hey guys, I guess it worked!"

Quinten squatted down and smiled, "Yeah I'd say that was a success... that cube was horrible. I couldn't even think inside of it," He looked at the others then back at the hare, "What's next?"

Sefra glanced down the hall leading away from the amphitheatre and slowly stood up again, "Not sure, my sources run out here... everyone ok?"

After a rumble of assent the rabbit took the lead, heading out into the next chamber which turned out to be a long, vaulted hall with an arched roof. The floor was full of liquid, oozing black tar broken by a series of stepping stones. On the other side a door stood open and inviting. Sunlight could be seen outside and a hint of green but first they had to cross this room and as Sefra watched he saw several of the stepping stones suddenly sink beneath the surface whilst others oozed slowly back into the light. The sides of the hall was also lined with several large stone sarcophagi. Their chiseled shapes depicted many different kinds of anthropomorphic animals, all dressed up as egyptians. Moving cautiously onto the starting platform Sefra eyed the sarcophagus' warily before turning his attention back to the stepping stones.

"Well this looks simple enough, everyone be careful but don't take too long... can anyone see a pattern in how they are sinking and re-emerging?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, studying the tar pit but eventually they shook their heads or muttered that no they couldn't see a pattern. Then Shy piped up pointed forwards, "See the big ones with the raised lips, they never move, we can probably rest on them."

Sefra watched the larger platforms for a moment then nodded his head, "Ok, good spot Shy," he edged along the platform a bit to give himself more space, "Good luck everyone!" Leaping toward the first platform Sefra skidded as he found the stone platform was slick. The bunny flailed his arms for a moment and jumped again quickly, bounding onto another platform, then another in quick succession. He heard someone yelp, their startled cry cut off with a sudden GLOOP and swiftly leapt onto one of the larger, stationary platforms and looked back. Nido was in the tar, floundering toward another stepping stone, all his purple fur buried under layers of oozing black gunk. It didn't appear to be trying to pull him under or stop him from moving which was odd.

"Hurry Nido!" Shy shouted, "That one to the right, it's just surfaced, climb back out!"

"You can do it..." Marcos called, hopping off the stone he was standing on to move toward NIdo, "This way," He knelt down and offered a paw to the purple rabbit, intending to pull him out of the tar.

Sefra watched, expecting the other shoe to drop at any moment, he was trying to work out what the trap was. His puzzling was interrupted by a sudden grinding, scraping noise of stone sliding over stone. Turning quickly he had time to see all the sarcophagus' opening before sleek, ribbon thick tendrils of black latex shot out of the dark interior of several of them. The dark rubbery ribbons launched across the room to engulf his arms and legs. The ribbons were fast and seemingly alive, lashing themselves around his limbs, coiling him up and yanking him off his feet. They stiffened holding him up in the air above the tar pit so more ribbons could snake out of the sarcophagus and start to coil and wrap themselves about his thighs, biceps, torso and naval! Struggling and wriggling manically Sefra saw Shy, Morty, Quinten and Flinty being held and wrapped up in a similar way. Their bodies were vanishing under the rapidly spooling, curling, coiling mass of black latex tape emerging from the sarcophagus that had caught them! It wasn't the tar that was a trap, it was the stable, unmoving platforms! Twisting around Sefra could see the tapes were ignoring Marcus and Nido and only attacking those who had been standing on the stationary platforms.

The tapes, or ribbons... the black latex coiling about his body grew tight, forcing his arms to his side, his legs together and continued to surge and coil and contract. Sefra was being mummified, trapped under layers of slithering latex, pulled tight and rendered immobile. It covered his eyes and in the darkness Sefra quickly discovered it was doing more than just wrapping him up. It was starting to play with him, the inner surface of the black latex tapes was melting, flowing, oozing about his body as they slowly contracted and flexed. He felt his clothing melt, his fur... everything was so very strange, fluid and yet at the same time tight and pleasurable! Moaning silently Sefra struggled, flexing his limbs, wriggling his hips against the tight, wrapping, teasing, tormenting surface, desperately trying to break free of the liquid, squeezing grip.

Nothing he did worked, all his wriggling did was make him feel hot, slippery and horny! His cock was grinding against the tapes, he couldn't stop thrusting, humping, wiggling and grinding his needy, hard dick against the latex contracted around his body. It was so hot... everything was so slippery, dark and slick and strangely satisfying. The feel of latex squeezing his body, pressing and contracting, squeezing his limbs, his body into new and different dimensions. It made his cock ache and his balls hang low and his voice groan deeply, mouth opening wide, letting the slick latex ooze and pour down his throat. He never even thought about how strange that was, that he should have been drowning or choking. All he did was grind harder, faster, needier... thrusting and wiggling about inside the tight confines of his new latex bandages. Thrusting his hips madly Sefra tried to cry out, tried to scream, all he wanted was to cum, he needed to cum... had to cum and then.... Then it happened! Blisfully he felt his balls contract, his body twitching, thrashing back and forth as the bandages, the tight, slipping, sliding, coiling latex bandages squeeze all around him as he jetted his seed into the slippery mix! It felt so good to cum, he couldn't stop. There was nothing but the orgasm, the long, drawn out, delightful, never ending splash of his seed and the tight constraints of the bandages smearing his cum into the goo covering his body.... It was all he needed.

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Paddling in the tar next to Nidonocu Marcus watched as the sarcophagi slid shut again with a rumbling, grating noise of stone on stone. The others were gone, he'd watched them all be mummified and pulled inside those stone coffins. What was really disturbing however was the way they had changed... their bodies twisting, writhing, struggling inside their bonds until their sleek, smooth latex bandaged outline matched the animal outline depicted on the outside of the sarcophagus.

Spitting out a mouthful of tar he looked at Nido, the purple bunny was still eyeing the sarcophagi warily but slowly turned his attention toward Marcos. His eyes were wide inside his gas mask and he shook his head in surprise before pulling himself closer to the goat.

"What do we do now? Do we go on or..."

"First..." Marcos muttered pushing off from the side of the large stationary platform they were clinging too, "Let's get back to the beginning and out of this muck..." it was easier said than done, the tar was thick, sticky and oozing and it took an exorbitant amount of effort to make their way back to the start. Once at the beginning they had to help each other up and out of the tar onto the starting platform. It really didn't want to let them go, tugging, pulling at their fur and their clothing before separating with gooey, slimy splatters.

Sitting in a pool of sticky tar Marcos started trying to brush some of the muck out of his fur; it was nearly impossible however. It clung tenaciously to his body and left him stuck to the floor, the best he managed to do was clear the worst of it off his hands.

"Now what," Nido muttered, the purple rabbit pawing at his tar covered horn, "I guess we need to get to the other side and get out of here?"

"No," Marcus' head came up, "No we don't leave them, I have a plan..."

"Do you now little goat," a warm, mocking voice called out to them and the pair of players turned to see the Dark Host walking towards them, "Just what might this plan of yours be.. No don't get up, I have some new minions who can make sure I learn what I need..."

He gestured and the walls on either end of the platform slid open softly and six dark shapes shuffled out of the enclosed space. They were tall, sleek creatures with shimmery, rubbery, vinyl skin... they looked beautiful. Powerful, bodies rippling with muscles as they walked forwards on feet or hooves. They had no mouths, just a pair of dull glassy eyes above their snouts and they moved with an insidious purpose toward the pair and their bodies were beautifully sculpted. Black vinyl formed the majority of their bodies with highlights picked out in a gleaming bronze.

"Oh hell," Nido groaned, "Those are the same animals as the sarcophagi that swallowed the others."

Marcos felt his eyes widen as he stared at the approaching shapes, backing away slowly, feet squelching against the stone. He shook his head, looking from slick, vacant eyed vinyl beast to another. He then shot the host a glance who was standing quite a ways back laughing softly, he raised two of his arms and pointed them at the goat.

"You will tell me everything goat, if you are a good boy I'll let you keep your mind. If you are a bad boy... well...." he made a motion and two of the beasts charged forward. The huge muscular bull knocked Marcos backwards, grabbing him about the throat and pinned him to the wall. Tar squished out of his fur against the bricks and he found himself gasping and squirming. His hooves scrabbled against the brick work as he was held up by the powerful beast. Once he was nicely held in place it seemed to freeze in place allowing Marcos an unobstructed view of what was happening to Nido.

One of the other vinyl creatures had grabbed the tar coated rabbit as he tried to flee, the massive muscular labrador squeezing the rabbit close. His body was huge, ripped in all the right ways, the traditional markings picked out by the smooth bronze vinyl highlights. As the rabbit struggled and squirmed the dog wasted no time in pulling him close and pressing his mouthless face against the purple rabbit's gas mask. Nido's muzzle squished through the surface of the dog's muzzle, vinyl rippling up his face as he struggled and rocked from side to side! The labrador golem wasn't having any of it, he sat down on the ground, legs forward and used his powerful arms to tug Nido's legs around either side of his waist. Holding the trapped dino-rabbit by his arms. This left the struggling rabbit sitting directly above the labrador's emerging cock as he struggled against his chest. Nido must have had some sort of idea what was about to happen to him. He battered at the dog's chest and tried to pull his gas mask enclosed face back out of the dog's strangely accepting face.

He was stuck however and Marcos could only watch as the rabbit was lowered atop the dog's dick. His thick vinyl meat seemed to slide straight through the rabbit's shorts, impaling him mercilessly! Nido's back arched as he screamed silently into his gas mask as he was violated. Rocking slowly the labrador started to grunt and growl, the noises of pleasure coming from somewhere as his mouth ... well lack of mouth was full of struggling bunny muzzle. Marcos watched as his friend was taken, ploughed, that thick dog cock sliding all the way inside. His knot poppiled inside and made Nido twitch and shake as his shorts dissolved, latex sloughing off his hips, exposing his own needy shaft to the warm air and the slickness of the doberman's stomach.

The clank of Nido's air tank dropping to the floor made Marcos look away from the way that thick dick was riding in and out of the bunny's rear and stare at the rest of his body. Covered in tar as it was he hadn't noticed Nido's clothing being eaten or.. Absorbed or spreading... the tar was gone now. With each grunting, growling thrust and hump Nido's body was being covered by slick black and bronze vinyl. It was oozing around and over his body and Nido was shaking and twitching as he was taken. His cock stood tall and proud, sliding up and down against the labrador's stomach. Vinyl finished oozing over his head and Marcos whimpered as he watched Nido's face slide back out of the doberman's. He had no mouth and the moulded impression of his eyes were spreading, flattening, turning into smoked lenses. Nido shook and twitched, shaking from side to side as he was coated, claimed and transformed.... He started to emit faint, whistling, wheezing, gasps of pleasure and as the vinyl closed about his balls he started to cum and hard! Pearlescent strings of sticky bunny cream splattered over the labrador and then with a last shudder Nido fell backwards. As he was released and lay immobile and still on his back, his cock and the dog's sinking away, melding back into smooth, featureless vinyl.

"So you see," the dark host murmured as he walked over to where Marcos was pinned, "You are going to tell me how you are cheating. Or I will let one of my golems fuck your intelligence away and leave you as nothing more than a mindless slave."

"Ok... ok..." Marcos whispered shaking his head, "Let... let me down and I will tell you..."

The shrouded moth signalled and the bull lowered the goat to the ground allowing Marcos to draw a deep breath through his gas mask. Steadying his nerves he held up one paw as if he was going to speak and concentrated just like Quinten had explained. The gold and silver cogs covering his body started to spin and swirl, silverly light spilled out of his body, burning away the sticky tar coating his fur, revealing the patterns in all their glory as Marcos smiled inside his gas mask at the Host.

"Fuck you," he said as white light exploded all around him, for a moment the sound of something ticking filled his ears. A massive clock was telling time and then the light was gone and Marcos was standing on the edge of the tar pit with the others. He was with everyone else, clean and tidy and alive and with a lurch the goat grabbed Sefra's arm and screamed, "WAIT!"

Everyone froze and the goat looked around the room then pointed, "No one stand on the platforms, they are the traps. Fall in the tar if you have to, swim to the other side if you want but do not go on the stationary platforms."

"How do you..." Nido started to ask then stopped and shook his head, "Never mind, I don't want to know ok everyone let's do this!"

Without waiting the purple rabbit leapt forward and started to leapfrog from stepping stone to stepping stone across the tar. Shy hesitated and then nodded at the goat and jumped after the purple poison rabbit and Morty followed though he only got two stones before the peruvian hairless dog fell into the tar with a gloop. He doggy paddled to another stepping stone and clambered up onto it as Quinten, Flinty and Sefra huddled in around Marcos.

"Did you?" Sefra asked and the goat nodded and Quinten frowned and held up three fingers within the huddle of their bodies.

"Yup guess so..." Sefra muttered then looked after the others, "Ok guys let's get going and get out of here," the rabbit started over the stepping stones and the others followed. It wasn't an easy course, it was designed to trick people into using the stationary platforms but everyone was trying to avoid going anywhere near them. In the end only Sefra managed to get across without taking a tumble into the tar and he only managed that by using his windy powers to hurl himself over a sudden gap.

Everyone else clambered onto the far platform sticky and slick and coated head to foot in tar. Quinten had managed to keep his head out of the muck. Standing all together they held hands and walked forwards through the door into the light. For a moment they were stood atop a large platform sticking out the side of a sloped pyramid. Blinking in the light as they tried to get their bearings they were caught off guard as the platform clanked down against the side of the pyramid. This tossed them all down the slick, mud coated slope, hurtling them down toward the swamp below!

They had escaped the dungeon but the games were not over and without respite the group were hurtled down into the next game and the new perils ahead of them!

~fin