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The building was old and dilapidated, and had probably been a bustling warehouse a long time ago. Now it was dark and the paint was peeling, many of the high-set windows broken from thrown stones or exposure to the elements. There were no lights on inside, but there never were; there might not have even been any electricity to the place. It seemed to sink into the gloom of the night, only the nearest side illuminated dully from the streetlights.

A rusted chain-link fence went around the whole thing, enclosing the building and a small parking lot that had grass and even a bush poking through the cracked pavement. It was outside this fence that the three figures stood: a unicorn, a wolf, and a dragon. All were wearing something to block the cold wind that swept down the road.

The unicorn, Ellyra, put a hand up to the fence, holding onto the links and giving the section a shake. The nearby post wobbled dangerously, as though the entire thing were about to fall over. "Doesn't look like anyone has been here in a while," she said to the other two.

Selin, the wolf, leaned down to inspect a large hole curiously. "Look at this though," she said, pointing it out. The hole in the links was large enough for someone to slip through fairly easily. Some of the other holes were rusted through, but this one looked sliced and cut, maybe with some kind of tool made for the job. The ends of the wires were sharp and clean and slightly bent inwards, like someone had pushed through.

"That doesn't look natural," Ellyra murmured in agreement. "Looks recent though."

"Maybe it's from those people," the third person, Lycan, suggested. The dragon had white and pale blue scales that reflected the nearby street-lamps, making him seem brighter than anything else nearby. "Couple of people have gone missing around here, haven't they? And this is the only abandoned building..."

With a cheeky smile, Selin suddenly slipped through the hole, popping up on the other side. "That's why we're here!" she said excitedly. "Let's check it out!"

Ellyra gave a little sigh but ducked under the fence all the same. "When you promised a fun night out, breaking and entering was not what I had in mind." She held up a torch that Lycan had handed her beforehand. "Least I know why I need this..."

"Well you want to be able to see, don't you?" Lycan said with a grin, taking out his own flashlight. "Don't turn them on until we're inside though; don't want to attract attention."

Selin turned to them and said in a stage whisper, "You know the stories right? People say that there was an accident here, ages ago. Workers got crushed, or something. That's why it's empty! They still haunt it..."

Ellyra gave a snort. "I heard that some serial killer forty years ago used this place to kill his victims and their ghosts still wander around. Everyone's got lots of stories."

"Huh," Lycan said. "I thought it was a fire that made the ghosts."

A loud giggle came from the wolf. "Now that doesn't make any sense. That building look like it's burned down to you?"

"Sshhh!" Ellyra said, pulling them all against the wall of the building. A care drove past slowly on the road, its engine slowly fading away. "Think that was security or something?"

"Who's going to pay for security for this place?" Selin grumbled, dusting off her skirt from where it'd touched the filthy wall. "Probably just a random person, come on."

The three made their way over to the front of the warehouse, looking around furtively in spite of Selin's assurances that no one would care. The main doors, two stories tall and twice as wide, were locked securely, a thick and rusted chain locked securely. There was, however, a small side door off to the left, and this one was in far worse condition. The paint had peeled almost completely away, faded words that had once read 'No Entry' visible at eye level.

Luckily for the three ghost-hunters though, the wood had warped so much that it couldn't even close, the lock forced and broken a long time ago. Lycan gave it a shove. At the dragon's touch and with a screech of rusted hinges that made them all jump, the door swung open reluctantly, nothing but darkness beyond.

Gulping a little, Selin was the first to turn on her flashlight, a wide beam of light illuminating...a hall. Leaves and dirt covered the first few metres of the floor, after which everything faded into the gloom. "You first," she said, pushing Lycan forwards.

"Hey!" the dragon protested, hurriedly switching on his own light. "Fine...but make sure you two are close behind me." Hesitating for only a moment, the dragon walked in a couple of steps, then a few more, waving his torch around to see everything. Selin followed next, then Ellyra after her quickly.

"Hey, why do you get to be in the middle?" protested the unicorn, swinging around to look behind herself as soon as she said it.

"Well, I don't want to be in the back or the front," Selin said, poking her tongue out a little. "Ever seen a horror movie? Those are the worst places to be."

"Thanks, that's very helpful," Lycan muttered, walking a little deeper.

The hall they were in was dirty and the paint was pealing from the walls here as well. There were doors here and there along the walls, Ellyra pushing one open to look inside. It was just a dingy office, with a desk learning haphazardly with only three legs. The next had a bookshelf with only three mouldy books on it.

"This is boring," Selin said disappointedly, peering in over Ellyra's shoulder. "Let's go into the actual warehouse; we're not going to see any ghosts here!"

Lycan was already at the door at the far end of the hall, pushing it open with a creak. "Let's go then," he said excitedly.

Selin hurried after him, the unicorn only a few steps after her. "Hey, don't leave me alone!" she grumbled, giving the wolf a light shove between the shoulders as they marched into the wide room.

The bottom of the warehouse was deep, impenetrable shadow. Some vague light came in through the cleaner or broken windows, high above, but without their torches, the three would have been moving blind. Lycan was crouched down just in front of the door, looking at the floor. "Dusty," he said, running a finger along the concrete. "We're the only ones that have been here for a while."

"Or people came in through the back," Ellyra suggested, looking around curiously. The place was far from empty; in fact, it looked as though it'd never been emptied when it had shut down. Dusty boxes, crates, chests, and containers were stacked haphazardly, or just laying around as though the workers had just dropped them where they were at the end of the day. "Everything is still here..."

Lycan nudged a nearby crate with his foot, but it didn't budge. "Might be empty," he muttered. "No one would care about cleaning out empty boxes. Could find a crowbar or something to check." He shone his torch at Ellyra, making her blink at the sudden brightness. "Or we could use the unicorn," he grinned.

Ellyra huffed, blinding him back. "We are not using my horn open up old boxes!"

Lycan and Selin giggled, wandering forwards lightly. "Big place," Selin observed, shining light up into the spider-infested rafters. "There must be something interesting in here... Let's see if we can get some of these open."

"We stealing now too?" Ellyra grumbled, but she bent down besides a large box with a latch on the front. It was longer than she was tall and the top was level with her waist, so it was quite a large container. There was a padlock, old and so rusted that it had opened of its own accord a long time ago. While Lycan and Selin fiddled around with other things, the unicorn took it off and began to pry up the equally corroded latch, grunting with the effort.

"If people have been in here, they'll have gone through this already," Lycan was saying. "Let's go in a little deeper..."

"Hang on," Ellyra called, putting her flashlight in her muzzle. Now she just wanted to see what was inside. With a final heave, and a screech of protesting metal, she managed to open the latch. Heart beating a little faster with anticipation, she tried to open the lid...only for that to refuse to budge at all. "Fuck it," the mare muttered, taking her torch from her muzzle and turning to follow her friends.

They were already around a corner but the glow of their flashlights in the gloom was easy to follow. As she hurried forwards a few steps, the sound of her hooves on the concrete covered the minute creak from behind. All of a sudden, the unicorn's head jerked hard. Her first reaction was an annoyed sigh, the sensation exactly that of knocking her horn into something. But...there was nothing around.

Thoroughly mystified, Ellyra reached up to feel her horn and her hand hit something coarse and twisted. A rope? All of a sudden, there was an almighty jerk that almost took the unicorn off of her hooves. She spun around, eyes wide, to see that the lid of the box had flown open on its own, dozens of ropes waving around in the air as though they were living appendages, all different thicknesses. One led right from her horn to the middle of the box and it was slowly reeling her in like a caught fish.

Ellyra opened her muzzle to call for help but two more ropes, thinner than the others snapped out. One coiled tightly around the fur of her throat, the unicorn giving a small 'Hrrk!' as her air was suddenly cut off. The second, barely thicker than string, wrapped around her muzzle over and over again until she couldn't part her jaws an inch.

The tugging got a lot stronger, pulling the mare forwards. Her hands leapt to her throat, trying to loosen the rope so that she could call out for help, but the cord didn't budge. Her flashlight dropped to the ground with a soft clunk, the light spinning wildly as her thighs hit the side of the box, the ropes making her top half bend over it. The position of the light near the floor made the inside of the crate an impenetrable gloom.

More ropes coiled in that she was firmly within reach, wrapping around her waist, chest, arms and then pulling firmly. With an airless wheeze, Ellyra toppled over into the box, the lid slamming shut and latching closed the moment she was past, ensuring the unicorn would never be able to open it from the inside.

As soon as the latch clicked, the rope around the unicorn's throat loosened, letting her gasp in through her nose, still muzzled. She thrashed out but the creature or chest or whatever it was seemed to be expecting it. All the ropes around her legs and arms pulled taut, turning her struggles into minute squirms. It was completely black inside the box, the unicorn's eyes wide but unseeing as she felt tendrils of rope begin to squirm across her fur, beneath her clothes.

"Mmmph!" she yelled, but between her tightly closed jaws and the thick wooden walls, the sound didn't even leave her new home. Ellyra instead jerked and twisted, a blush rising beneath her cheeks as the thinner strands of rope curled under all of her clothes, running across rather intimate areas. Then, all at once, every single one flexed, tearing the unicorn's clothes right off of her so that the shreds falling to the bottom of the box and leaving Ellyra completely nude.

She bucked her head, trying to use her horn in some way, but the ropes were using it as an anchor and it barely moved, more little strands wrapping around it tightly. The ones around her wrists and ankles began to manoeuvre the mare, forcing her body to bend into a strict hogtie. It still wasn't finished though; thinner cords began to snake across her belly, forming an elaborate shibari-style harness. The cords cut into her breasts uncomfortably, squeezing them tightly as the harness wrapped around the base. It webbed and wove down her belly next, making her squirm as much as she could in the hogtied, until a different cord passed between the mare's legs.

This one was knotted and coarser, rubbing right over the unicorn's sex in a way that made her buck and squirm. At first it was just rubbing against her folds, but then it began to tighten, slowly, as if deliberately teasing her. The rough rope pressed itself in between her lips, fibres rubbing at her sensitive pussy. Every squirm seemed to make it worse, the knotted cord digging itself in deeper.

It only stopped when it pressed in tight, bisecting Ellyra's folds as a tight crotchrope. There were three knots, one over her clit, the entrance to her sex, and her tailhole. The latter two where tight enough that they pressed in, nudging her open ever so slightly as the first rubbed over her nub with even the tiniest movement. Ellyra couldn't stop moving and squirming, which made the crotchrope rub more, making her squirm again.

The unicorn couldn't break the cycle, moaning muffledly as the rope darkened from her arousal, Ellyra soon dripping around it as she was teased, unable to block out the sensations nor stop them from happening. With the tight harness around her chest and stomach, even breathing was enough to make the crotchrope tease.

Trapped in the dark, hogtied and frustratingly aroused, Ellyra could only hope that one of her friends found her quickly...

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Selin was sniffing around a pile of boxes a little further into the building. "Ellyra must have found something good," Lycan said a little ways in front of her. He was shining his torch into the cracks between a pile of crates, seeing if there was anything in between them.

Selin huffed lightly, abandoning her efforts to try and open a crate that had been nailed shut. "Could use her horn," she grumbled, sweeping the light across the cramped isle. She had to resist the urge to sneeze as she took another sniff; everything in here smelled of dust and mould. This time though, she paused.

There was a little something else under it all, a more acrid smell that she recognised quite clearly, blushing lightly, glad that Lycan couldn't see in the dark. "I'm just going to check over here," she mumbled, nose in the air; Selin knew the scent of latex quite well. She had no idea what it was doing here but she was damn well sure going to find out.

The smell was stronger on the other side of the dividing stack of boxes, near the far wall. Everything there seemed extra dusty and covered in cobwebs, but the scent of rubber definitely got stronger, Selin's blush increasing accordingly. She didn't know what the source was, but she dearly wanted to know.

A few old-fashioned chests, with rounded tops and intricate locks, sat in an untidy group; these wouldn't have looked out of place holding a pirate's buried treasure. They'd hold a lot of treasure too; it'd have been a tight fit, but Selin was fairly sure she could've sat in one. Still following the scent, the wolf got closer and closer to the chests, eventually standing right in front of them.

"Definitely coming from here," she murmured, dropping to her knees. There was a keyhole set into the old wood, shining in the light from her flashlight as she shone it onto the chest. Leaning down, she pressed her nose right to the keyhole, taking a deep sniff so that the smell of latex filled her nose. "Whoah," she said, snapping back a bit. It was really strong this close, making Selin squirm in place, tail wagging slowly.

"Now...how to get you open..." she murmured to herself, pushing experimentally at the lid. It didn't budge, but she hadn't really expected it to. A quick shine of her light revealed nothing around that would be able to lever this thing open, so the wolf leaned down, trying to peer into the keyhole.

It was quite difficult trying to orient the torch to allow her to do so but she managed it, squinting past the reflected glare to try and see inside. For a moment, she saw nothing but blackness, assuming that the light wasn't reaching the inner depths of the mechanism. Looking closer though showed that the keyhole was full of...something.

Biting a lip and thinking for a moment, Selin poked her finger into the keyhole, the space just large enough for her to do so. The wolf could feel something cool on her claw, taking her digit back quickly. Something black and shiny followed her, linking her hand to the keyhole in a long strand. It was black and shiny, reflecting her flashlight beam brilliantly. Hardly believing it, Selin gave it a sniff; it was definitely latex.

Pulling her hand away, she tried to get the strand to break but it wouldn't. It just stretched, pulling her firmly back with increasing force. Just two feet from the keyhole, Selin's arm was trembling with the effort of keeping itself in place. Panting, she couldn't hold it anymore, letting her hand move back to the chest. Selin considered calling Lycan, but she didn't really want to admit that she'd got herself stuck in some weird rubber.

There was an odd gurgling sound from inside the chest, almost like water draining down a plughole. "Um...Lycan?" Selin called out, getting nervous now and changing her mind. "Can I get a little help over here?"

"What is it?" he called back.

"Just get ov--ah!" The words were cut off as the chest suddenly sprung open, revealing a bubbling pool of black latex inside. It was writhing and moving as if alive and Selin scooted back but was unable to move far with her hand still connected. She yanked hard but the strand still wouldn't break. As if curious, the latex inside rose up, curling towards her as though it had eyes.

Just as Lycan ran around the corner though, it leapt at her. Selin let out a loud yelp as the flood of rubber coated her legs, clothes seeming to dissolve beneath it as it left her fur and flesh unharmed. "H-help!" she shouted at the stunned dragon, who had frozen in place, watching with an open mouth.

Quick as a striking snake, the latex, now with a firm grip on the wolf's body, pulled her fully into the chest, the lid shutting tightly as soon as she was inside. Squirming, Selin struggled against it, hitting the tight confines of the chest as she was covered head to foot in the magical rubber, the stuff dissolving her clothes and leaving her naked apart from the skin-tight suit. For a moment, she was scared she was going to suffocate, the material flooding into her nose and muzzle as she tried to call for Lycan or Ellyra to help.

To her shock, she still breathed easily, even panting in panicked gasps as air was fed through the latex. It was moving and pushing against her, forcing and manipulating Selin's body. She was made to curl up in the chest, squirming and fighting the whole while, arms across her torso and knees against her belly. There it formed a shell over her, so that when she tried to move, she had to fight against the stretch of a thick layer of rubber, inevitably forcing her back into the same position.

The mass in her mouth shifted and changed shape once she was bound, the wolf confused for a moment until she blushed hard. The latex was forming an awfully phallic shape, pressing her tongue down and the tip nudging at the back of her throat. The hood the rubber had formed kept her blind and her muzzle squeezed shut around the gag, ensuring she couldn't dislodge it at all. But that wasn't the most invasive part.

With all the protection that her clothes had provided gone, the rubber was nudging and pushing beneath her tail, making the wolf squirm and whine into the gag. Much as she tried, she couldn't stop a trickle of the stuff from pushing into her sex and ass. That trickle grew rapidly until two lengths swelled to existence inside her, making her groan lightly and squirm all the more.

It was getting a little harder to concentrate now, the smell of latex filling her breathy breath as the two toys below filled her. And that was before they began to move. The one in her sex was first, swelling slowly and forming a knot that made her moan and push against the bondage before it shrunk back down. The one beneath her tail was next, also making a knot and growing. The two shafts began to alternate like that in a slow pattern, making Selin pant and squeeze down.

When the touch to her clit came, she bucked and gave a muffled squeal. The latex stroked over it, having completely filled her folds down to the smallest crease. It sought out her nub, rubbing against it gently, just enough to tease. Occasionally it gave a shudder that was awfully close to a vibration, making the wolf squirm as the sensation washed over her clit and up the two toys.

The pace of their inflation was never constant enough for her to get used to it, keeping Selin in a constant squirm, pressing out against her bondage only to weaken and go right back to where she'd been, teased constantly as she whined and moaned into the gag, utterly trapped.

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Lycan got to the chest just moments after it slammed shut, swallowing his friend. "Ellyra!" he shouted, banging on the lid of the chest but only succeeding in hurting his hand. "Come here, quick!" There was no answer, and no sound of hoofs coming closer.

The dragon kept trying to prise up the lid of the chest but to no avail. Despite just having seen it open, it was locked tightly shut now, not even budging. Even the smell of latex had faded away to only a slight hint in the air.

Giving up on trying to open the chest himself, he stood, giving it a futile kick that hurt his foot. "Ellyra!" he shouted again, the word echoing around the warehouse. If there was ever a time for her to use her horn, it'd be then. There was still no answer from the unicorn, Lycan swinging the torch around wildly to try and find her. He didn't really want to leave Selin trapped in the chest alone, but he needed to find Ellyra too. Rapping the top of the box hard with his knuckles, he shouted, "Hang on, I'll be back in a second!"

The torch's beam waving about wildly in front of him as Lycan sped around the corner, trying to find the unicorn. She'd been right about...here! He skidded to a halt as he saw her flashlight laying on the ground, illuminating nothing but an empty wall. A quick skim around with his own light revealed no sign of the unicorn.

"Ellyra?" he said, much more quietly now. Has she been eaten too? The dragon hesitated for a moment but then turned back towards were Selin was trapped. He'd get her free, somehow, and then they'd find the unicorn...wherever she was.

Lycan kept a close eye on the ground, hoping to see a rusted crowbar or any piece of metal that could be used to pry the chest open, looking in all the little nooks and crannies between crates and boxes, but there was nothing to find. Perhaps deliberately, anything of that nature had been removed from the building a long time ago.

He was trying to see past a large crate, hoping that there was something behind it, when the dragon's legs snapped together, making him yelp and grab onto the box for support. His ankles were pulled tightly against one another, crossing over a little. He looked down to see what on earth was doing this, spying a piece of bright red fabric that had wrapped around his legs tightly.

More stunned than anything else, he reached down to touch it, feeling smooth silk beneath his fingertips before, with an almighty yank, the dragon was pulled off of his feet. Lycan let out a loud cry, sliding back across the dirty, dusty floor as he tried to claw at the long strip of fabric. It was pulling him quickly towards the source: a long, low crate, the front side of which had fallen down. More strips of silk snaked out towards Lycan, wrapping him tightly further up.

At their touch, his clothes began to fray and fall apart until he was slipping across the concrete in his scales alone, pulled right into the crate. The dragon grabbed the side for a moment to try and stop himself, but he couldn't hold out for long against the powerful tugs, quickly pulled bodily into the crate. The open side closed itself in an instant, slamming shut and plunging Lycan into darkness.

"Help!" he shouted, pounding on the wooden walls; the sound seemed very loud in the dark, confined space. The silk was still moving around though, wrapping Lycan slowly from the feet up. It took less than a minute for his arms to be trapped, one by his side and the other across his chest. For a few seconds he feared it would cut off his breathing, but while the silk wrapped around his throat, it wasn't all that tight.

His head was the last thing to be wrapped up. The dragon's muzzle was forced close and, even though it was already pitch-black, he was blindfolded as well, covered from horns to toes in thick silken wraps. Well, not entirely. As Lycan struggled to free himself from the tight confines, he felt something play over his sheath, the only part of him still left exposed to the air. He let out a muffled moan through his clenched jaws as it happened again.

Though he tried to resist it, the constant featherlight touches across the sensitive area soon made his sheath swell slowly, shaft slipping further into view with every beat of his heart. Once there was more than an inch or two, the silk coiled around him there too, the smooth fabric making him groan lightly, automatically arching into the touch. As if in reward, it gave a firm, rolling squeeze from base to tip, milking at him.

Lycan was very confused as to why this was happening, but he couldn't deny that I felt rather wonderful, the remainder of his cock slipping free until he was completely hard, length wrapped up, though not as tightly as the rest of him. It was still making rolling squeezes every few seconds, a slow and gentle stimulation that was nevertheless quite effective at drawing out moans from the dragon. He humped and bucked into it, hoping for more, but the fabric moved with him.

Little, tickling touches began to trail up and down his shaft, making him buck and squirm as a few drops of pre leaked from his tip, soaking right into the fabric. It went back to doing little squeezes, Lycan squirming and bucking but unable to get any more stimulation. The rest of the silk finished mummifying him tightly, falling still apart from the part teasing him in the dark, never getting any stronger.

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The owner of the warehouse smiled as he strolled through the main doors, which unchained and unlocked themselves at his approach, creaking open and flooding the massive room with light. At his presence, many of the boxes, crates, and chests began to creak and shudder happily, opening their lids and shutting them in greeting.

The wizard smiled as all of his mimics chattered among themselves, looking at each one carefully to try and see. One of the magical alarms had been tripped a few days ago and he was only just now checking to see who or what had been caught. There was always room for some new slaves in his home...

He spied one of the mimics closest to the door not moving, walking over to it and tickling the side with a finger. "Good boy," the wizard chuckled. "Show me what you've caught." The mimic shivered and slowly opened up the top, letting the owner peer inside. The black unicorn he saw made him laugh and grin. "What a catch!"

Ellyra was blinded by the sudden return of the light, squirming more fitfully than she had in days. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, not feeling hungry or thirsty and with only that infuriating crotch rope to keep her company. "Mmph!" she cried, craning her neck as far as she could, seeing only a blurry face above her.

She squirmed more vigorously, especially when a hand pressed in between her legs. She let out another muffled moan as fingers pressed in between her legs, pushing the course rope into her sex as he felt the wetness that had soaked her thighs and the rope itself. "My my, I'll have fun with you."

The unicorn's cries were muffled to nothing as he shut the lid again, knocking on it. The mimic sprouted four fat feet on the bottom, standing and waddling quickly outside. It took a little bit of searching to find the next one, the intruders making it a little deeper than he'd expected. It turned out to be one of his newer mimics, a recent creation that hadn't caught anyone before now.

He chuckled as he opened the chest, revealing Selin's tightly wrapped, rubbery form still trapped in the foetal position. Slow movements beneath the latex beneath her tail showed where she was still being teased, the wizard chuckling again. "I don't think I'll be taking you out of this one for a long while," he told the deaf canine, reaching down to give her rump a firm grope, just to let her know that he was there. At once, she began to squirm, the latex flexing and rippling as she pushed at it.

"Tsk, tsk," the wizard clucked, touching the latex again to make it edge the wolf, instead of just teasing. Her squirms and flexes got much stronger, muffled whines and moans making their way out from beneath the hood as he shut the lid, once more sending this mimic with its catch outside.

He knew that there was a third victim, but it took a while to find them. One of the older mimics, one of the first he'd bred, had made the catch. "Look at you," he said, stroking it. "Show me who've you gotten."

The crate's side opened, revealing Lycan's tightly wrapped form, the silk all around his still-erect length dark and damp. It was hard to see that he was a dragon, but the wizard had a good eye. "Lucky me," he said, his voice making Lycan wiggle and muffledly call for help, only for the dragon to shudder as the silk gave him a particularly hard squeeze. "A dragon and a unicorn in one day...how exotic."

This mimic joined the other outside, the wizard directing a few of the others around to fill any gaps in the defences. As soon as anyone else stepped inside, they'd be captured. He was already feeling quite excited, so the wizard wasted no time in leaving, the doors locking themselves securely behind him.

The three mimics were outside in a neat line, the wizard musing on them for a few short seconds. "Let's get home," he murmured. "I have new slaves to train..."