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Being dared to explore the town's infamously "haunted" mansion for the night of Halloween? How original, thought Laeticia. Though, she wasn't one to back down from a challenge, no matter how silly it may have been. The only thing that truly annoyed her in this dare was that the Sumk mansion had turned into one hell of a garbage dump over time-- most citizens assumed it was likely due to any manners of squatters, thugs, or homeless people often taking shelter in it. However, none of them knew the actual truth, which the young woman was soon going to discover...

"Great. Can't even go through the main door." Laeticia sighed, flicking her flashlight around to check out her surroundings; due to the house being at the end of a beaten path on the outskirts of the town, there was no artificial light whatsoever, and the cloudy weather left the girl almost blind in the darkness of the night, with only her little ray of light to help her having the slightest idea of where she was going.

Her initial plan was simple: get in through the front door, film herself walking around the house for a little while, then get out. Of course everything always had to be so difficult, and her plan had failed from the very start, due to a large pile of rubbish stacking up in front of the entrance. No way in hell she was going to touch all that garbage to shove it out of the way-- just the sight of ripped open garbage bags, empty plastic wrappings with rotten leftovers of food and various kinds of fruits in a plethora of stages of consumption, from barely touched to being devoured by cockroaches, was enough to make her want to throw up.

Laeticia decided to head left, searching for any window she could make her way through. Even with pushing her light against the glass she could barely make out the insides of the house, unable to make sure going in was safe-- and even then, some of the windows she tried to lift were so rusty they refused to budge.

It wasn't until what felt like forever that she found a window left ajar. A quick peek was satisfying enough, and with a victorious smile, she managed to lift the heavy, wooden frame, before climbing up and sliding into the mansion.

The high window meant she had to fall down into the house. She yelped as her ass landed in something rough and pointy, getting up to see she had fallen on a bunch of broken wood scraps.

"Damn it..." The young girl dusted off her jeans, mumbling angrily. "These guys are going to owe me so much once I show them that vid..."

That's when the horrifying stench got to her. While it smelled downright filthy outside, it was nothing compared to the sheer putrid fumes permeating the area. Coughing, the girl covered her face using her scarf as a makeshift mask, before pulling out her phone and booting up her camera, making sure to light up her face as she spoke:

"Sup guys. I got in the mansion now, y'all happy? I'll go have a little stroll around just so you know I'm not a coward like the rest of you."

With a smug grin she moved her phone, recording in front of her, using her flashlight to carefully illuminate her surroundings.

"There's nothing around here except trash. Oh, yeah, and it fucking stinks. Peace out."

Choosing to remain silent for the time being, Laeticia went on with her exploration, taking slow, careful steps throughout the abandoned corridors. She could swear she kept seeing shadows, her heart jumping at the sudden fear of being surprised by a serial killer that had made this place their hideout to escape the authorities-- only for flies, roaches or rats to skitter away in fear.

With each step, Laeticia grew more bored. What she thought was going to be exciting turned out to be pointless; there was nothing here, and it smelled like shit, both literally and figuratively. Oh, wait, check that: heading towards the ground floor made the smell even worse, in fact.

Opening a random door, the girl stumbled upon a messy bedroom: empty, open drawers here, fallen, broken shelves there, a filthy bed with a mattress covered in... was that mold? Oh, ew!

Though if anything, no matter how repulsive that was, it was reassuring; nobody in their right mind would sleep on that kind of bed, and the place didn't seem to have any traces of somebody having been here for a--

*SLAM!* The loud noise of something crashing upstairs caused the young girl to jump, startled.

"W-What the hell was that?" she asked nobody, immediately looking towards the door.

With twice the caution, she slowly sneaked out the room, using her phone camera to peek ahead into the corridors just in case someone was there. She also turned off her flashlight; maybe if she let her eyes grow used to the dark, she would be able to see using only the natural moonlight which finally made its way through the windows into the filthy mansion.

Now slightly trembling, unaware her phone was still recording, she walked along the corridors, her heart jumping at any kind of sound. She could tell the buzzing of flies apart from the pitter patter of rodent paws scurrying along, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Time to get out of here, she told herself. Picking up her pace she went back to the main hall, almost dashing up the stairs and snaking through the corridors, taking a turn and...

Her body froze. The window which she had opened earlier was closed. It's just the wind. It had to be the wind. With cold sweat dripping down her brow she raced to the window, attempting to lift it... only to fail.

"What the fuck... What... Was that what I heard earlier?"

The wooden and metallic frame of the window was way too sharp and worn-out for her to try brute-forcing her way through; she might get hurt or cut herself, and she'd rather not catch some weird disease from having an open wound in this horrible place. Unfortunately, though, she had to find another way out.

Heading back downstairs, her eyes stopped on the front door for a moment-- no trash on this side. Maybe if she pushed hard enough, she could move the pile that was outside and get out?... It was worth a try, yes.

But just as she was about to reach the door, a bloodcurdling snicker caused her to freeze in terror.

"Tihii...tihihiihihihiihi!... Leaving so soon?" squeaked a rough, high-pitched voice.

The girl heard that same noise of buzzing flies, but much louder this time. She could swear the smell was getting worse, too; like somebody had emptied the entire contents of a septic tank into the room. Slowly, she turned around, panting, to see a small silhouette coming down from the stairs. Reaching for her flashlight, she suddenly flicked it on at the creature's face, only for it to yelp in surprise.

"Ark! No fair!"

While this would have been the perfect opportunity to run, Laeticia had been petrified by both fear and surprise; standing in front of her was... she wanted to think it was a human, but the odd, green-like skin seemed to indicate otherwise. She caught a glimpse of the woman-like monster's eyes as it tried to cover its face: segmented, dark red pupils. And then, from behind her back seemed to be sprouting a weird, transparent-like membrane, similar to... wings? Fly wings?

And Laeticia realized why the smell seemed to have gotten worse: she could almost see the radiating garbage fumes around the creature as it hissed, the wood seemingly wilting around her feet.

With a grunt, the monster girl charged Laeticia, who was too confused and scared to process the attack in time-- she could only scream when the green-skinned creature tackled her to the floor, causing her to drop her phone and flashlight, both clattering on the wilted wooden planks.

"Gotcha~" giggled the stranger, her face hanging just above Laeticia's. Only then did the young girl get hit with the realization that the unbearable stench was coming from that thing! She was partially visible due to the flashlight, and Laeticia got a good stare at her greasy, filthy skin; the unidentifiable stains all over her torn, nasty blue shirt, the muck sticking to her skin, the tainted sweat dripping down her frame... Even her very touch felt diseased, Laeticia shivering in discomfort and disgust from having those sticky, smelly green hands grasping her wrists.

"So nice to have someone visit around here! I spend so much time alone, I get quite bored, you know? Tiihihhiihihi! My name's Magzzzzz, nice to meet you!"

The buzzing of flies doubled in intensity as "Magz"'s wings fluttered in excitement, sending waves and waves of her reek washing over the poor girl.

"Holy shit, you fucking stink!" managed to cough Laeticia, retching as she tried her hardest not to puke.

"What, really? But I take a bath everyday, look!" Giggling, Magz shoved the girl's face into her sodden armpit, the chunks of grimy hair immediately soaking her skin. Unable to resist any longer, the poor girl threw up all over the monster girl, to which she pouted, "Aww, do I really smell that bad? Well, a bit of deodorant never hurt anyone! Tihihihihihi!"

Laeticia could barely process the creature's sentence, the fact that someone thinking vomit could act as deodorant way beyond her. With a swift pull she was yanked upwards, both girls now standing, before Magz dragged her "guest" through the mansion, her sickly body squelching from how filthy, oily and sticky it was. Before they walked out of the flashlight's range, Laeticia spotted the monster leaving filthy, muddy footsteps of pure filth behind her.

She could barely move; her body weakened by the shock of being subjected to Magz's scent couldn't recover from throwing up, and each step she took was wobbly, staggered. She let herself be pulled around the creature's home, until they stumbled into a familiar room.

Laeticia's face turned pale as she was pulled closer to the moldy bed, before the fly-girl simply shoved her on it. She yelped, wincing as she sank into the cold, wet and slimy mattress, clouds of spores sent flying around the room.

"Oohh, but where are my mannerrzz!" Giggled Magz. "You must be starving! Fortunately"-- she reached into a corner, grabbing a half squashed... thing vaguely reminiscent of a peach--"I have just what you need right here!"

Ignoring the cockroaches stuck between her fingers she squeezed the fruit while shoving her whole hand past her lips, an exploding squelch oozing putrid fluids all over her chin as a mix of mud, filth, bug juices and moldy peach slime filled her mouth. She hummed with delight, before pulling Laeticia into a deep, passionate kiss, snowballing her meal down the young girl's throat, her pushy tongue smearing her sticky saliva everywhere. The human girl's body jerked violently as her brain processed the indescribable taste of her diseased food, but Magz's grip was firm, and she made sure not one drop went to waste.

Laeticia was powerless as the monster shoved her down against the bed, one hand beginning to discard her bottom wear-- a pair of shorts that had once been white, now a tarnished, sickly beige color due to years of neglect.

"Tiihihihihi... This is so fun! I'm already getting so worked up!" Yanking her shorts off her legs, she shoved them over her guest's face, subjecting her to her hellish musk. "Hang onto these for me will ya?"

Laeticia squirmed, coughing and retching with every pained breath. No matter how hard she tried to pull away, to push the monster away from her, to flee-- anything really, nothing would work, her weakened body at the mercy of her assaulter. She felt the rank, musty air wash over her waist as the fly-girl ripped her jeans and panties, exposing her crotch to those moist, tainted digits.

"But I can't be the only one having fun now! Go on, take deep breaths! TIhihiihihi! Don't my clothes smell amazing?" Magz grabbed her shirt, taking a big, strong huff of her own stench. "I know I can't get enough!"

Dutifully, she shoved her fingers into Laeticia's crotch, pinching her clit, playing with her folds. She could always use some more lube-- so the fly-girl pushed her own crotch into her guest's, a hiss echoing in the room as she pissed all over her. Deep, dark yellow urine washed over the young girl as she was forced to take quick, hard breaths, the intoxicating reek of those shorts searing through her nostrils, burning down her throat, short-circuiting her brain.

Magz began panting, tongue lolling out as she rubbed her own contaminated privates against Laeticia's. "Just let go, friend! Indulge, bask in this deliciously filthy gift!... Can you hear it? That buzzing in your brain? Pleasure like you've never felt before?"

The young girl stopped struggling, a sudden, desperate idea going through her brain-- a miracle in fact, considering how hard it was to think. That unbearable smell, those gross hands tainting her body, that diseased vagina rubbing against hers... What if she did what the fly-girl asked? Maybe she would lower her guard, maybe she would have a chance to escape-- wait. What the hell was she thinking of?! She'd rather be caught dead than... "indulge" in whatever the hell this was!

And yet, regardless of her denial, she could hear it. Through her muffled huffs, past the damp shorts fit over her head, she heard the buzzing. Her body was heating up, too, and she could feel her own clit throbbing with need. But she couldn't possibly be enjoying something so gross! This had to be her body's natural reaction to being stimulated, right?...

Yet, she caught herself breathingharder. Louder. Faster. Coughing more and more, but unable to stop inhaling with both her nose and mouth, pulling the drenched clothing against her skin. Even sampling a taste with her tongue-- the flavor felt so tame after what she had gone through just now... She needed something stronger.

It was true. Somehow, it was all true. She could hear that buzzing, growing louder and louder, her body reacting in turn as her squirming and struggling seemed to change, leaning into the monster girl's rhythm, eventually moving in sync with her, humping against her privates as raspy, gasping moans came out of her mouth.

"Tihihiihhihihihi! Told ya, didn't I?... It's the best thing ever! Ya never wanna go back after having a taste!" Magz smiled extasically, sending her legs forward before slipping her feet under the shorts, shoving her rotting soles all over Laeticia's face. All the filth from days, months-- years of walking barefooted even in all kinds of filth, crushing filthy bugs and walking over decaying rat corpses had turned those soles a dark color; the fly-girl's green skin was hidden somewhere under all those layers, perhaps lost forever due to filth having been grounded-in those molded stompers.

This was the final blow. Laeticia's will broke, and her eyes rolled up inside of her head as she came her brains out, her love tunnel squeezing around Magz's invading digits. Her body jerked violently again from the sensory overload, her mind drowning in that blissful, all-consuming buzz drumming into her ears...

Eventually, the fly-girl climaxed as well, her tainted fluids having an off-white, smegma like color, pus-like ooze dripping over Laeticia's genitals. With a grin, Magz made sure to rub and smear that good juice into her guest's skin and flesh, letting it absorb the vicious filth.

"Pheew! That was quite a lovely session, but now I'm all sweaty and tired!... I think I deserve a good, long bath! Tihihiihihi... Wanna join, friend?"

Magz didn't even wait for her new fucktoy to answer, pulling the young woman out of bed and walking out of the room. The poor girl, with worn-out shorts still wrapped around her head, couldn't even see where she was going, lost in that constant buzz, taking deep, slow breaths as she barely managed to move around, her shaky legs looking ready to give up at any moment. But she knew the fly-girl was right; a bath would be really nice right now. And she had been so nice so far after all, so why not stick around for a little longer?

The two gal pals stepped into what Magz called her "bathroom": a run-down hellhole of a room, with broken slabs all over the place, piles of dried crap covered in flies littering the floor, and a mirror stained with rot, pus, and who knew what else. The "masterpiece" however was undoubtedly the bathtub leaning against the left wall. Bits of peeled paint still remained on the underside, the metallic furniture so rusty it was a wonder it was still holding together. It was filled to the brim with a brown fluid, something Magz called her "special bath mix"; a combination of septic tank sewage in which she spent a lot of her time, filling with feces or whatever fluids oozed from the molding food she brought to eat when bathing, along with her own bodily fluids. Whenever she was thirsty she took good, long sips, ravaging her mutated throat with the ungodly taste of this horrendous mixture-- and whenever it looked like the level had gone down a bit too much, she'd refill it with piss, feces, or whatever she could get her greasy hands on. The tub itself was surrounded by a green fog, all the foul, reeking odors congealing into a toxic miasma.

Laeticia's retching caused the monster girl to buzz excitedly; she just now realized she never got to add vomit to her bath mix! Understanding this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, Magz yanked her shorts off her friend's face, before pulling her up to the bathtub and letting her get a whiff of the otherworldly, hellish stench wafting from it. Laeticia's reaction was instantaneous, all she had ingested suddenly shooting out from her mouth as she violently threw up into the tub.

"Oh my, for me?... You're so kind, helping make my mix even better, tihihhihiihhi!" Magz beamed, before pulling her new pal into the tub, relaxing as she felt the cold, mucky "water" against her skin, smiling. The diseased smog permeated their very skin, moisturizing it with mutated filth, their pores turning into bacterial breeding grounds. Magz hummed as she splattered a handful of turd under her armpits, scrubbing long and hard to make sure the smell stuck to her already overwhelming fragrance, while Laeticia simply... sat there. She was shivering, her body still instinctively realizing the horrifying situation she was in.

"Gross... So gross," she whispered, almost sobbing.

Magz cooed, "I know, right?!... Oh, wait! Let me help you with your back!" she added, before spinning the girl around.

She let the creature "help" her, feeling the cold, inhuman slop splash and splatter against her back. Her blue shirt was promptly losing its colors, slowly absorbing the filth into sickly brown stains. But it didn't really matter, did it? All that mattered was that buzz that made her nethers tingle with hot desire, even in the freezing sewage fluids.

After a thorough "bathing"-- including a little drinking session, the fly-girl hopped out of the tub, still tugging her new friend along. "You'll probably catch a cold if you stay wet too long. Luckily I have the perfect thing! Follow me!" she said.

Further dragging the human around the mansion, Magz brought her guest to the first floor, in what seemed to once have been a cozy living room. There was a pile of used underwear next to a broken fireplace. Torn socks, cum-stained panties, shit-stuffed boxers and everything in-between made for a mountain of stomach-churning grossness-- all for Magz to dive into like a dolphin in water, taking big, long huffs, letting the rotting fragrance fill her lungs. Of course, she didn't forget her manners; she was here to help her friend dry off, so she would! Guiding Laeticia to the chimney, Magz pulled her into the fireplace. A puff of black dust filled the surrounding air as they landed into a thick pile of soot, the polluting particles clinging to the young girl's skin and further blocking her abused pores. It made her cough like crazy, but Magz simply tapped her on the back, encouraging to take long, deep breaths, until her lungs got "used to it".

"Atchoo!" Magz sneezed. "Darn autumn nights... It's always so cold that time of the year!"

The fly-girl didn't want her new best buddy to catch a cold. Luckily, a half-torn garbage bag sitting in a corner gave her a brilliant idea. Pulling Laeticia out of the fireplace, the monster grabbed the trash and threw it all in the chimney. After a bit of rummaging around all the mess on the floor - she was never the orderly kind after all - she eventually found the scavenged lighter she kept using, and started a fire.

"Aaand there we go! Perfect, isn't it?"

Laeticia simply stared at the bright flames, the lung-searing stench of burning trash finally reaching her. She coughed again, her abused body still unused to such soiled exposure. Thankfully, Magz was there every step of the way-- and she'd be there for as long as the human girl needed for her to start changing. That was what best friends were for after all!

With some heat now filling the room, the fly-girl brought her new friend into the pile of worn-out clothing, the gross underwear somehow covering them with an unusually comfy warmth. Under the pile, Laeticia's huffing turned heavier with every breath, her body trembling as she gripped Magz's shirt tightly. The monster noticed, her segmented pupils suddenly filling with worry.

"Hey! Something wrong? Ya alright there?" she asked.

Laeticia groaned, curling over herself, "It smells so... so..." A snap came from her body as it began jerking. Finally, she let out a moan, "--GOOD!"

Magz's face lit up. She gasped, "Girl! Ya finally came through! I knew it!"

The young human panted, huffed, moaned for more. Filth, stench, pollution, everything. She wanted more, and she wanted it all. The monster girl was right-- how could she have been passing up on something so amazing for so long?

Suddenly, the brown stains on her body didn't seem to be stains anymore; that sickly color spread over her skin, covering her entire body. As her eyes were wide open in agony, Magz could see them turn a pitch black shade, while her canines seemed to grow-- just like hers had once. She was changing. She was becoming like her.

Laeticia's very core was mutating. Everything still felt just as filthy as before, and yet, it only made everything more attractive. More enticing. The entrancing stench of rotting food combusting, combined with the humid warmth of the pile of clothing filthier than a clogged toilet, suddenly made for the most exquisite olfactory goodness she had ever enjoyed in her entire life. It was all clear to her now.

Magz couldn't be happier. "It's okay, friend," she whispered, caressing Laeticia's head, "Just listen to your heart. I've been there too, ya know?... For some reason there's that part of you that feels like whatever's happening it's not good... But it is. Just look at me; it's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me!... So just give in. Let it happen. You'll love it."

Yes, thought the transforming girl. The monster-- no, her friend was right. This all felt so wrong, and yet so good. It was so much easier to give in. And so she did. And she loved it, just as her friend said she would. She couldn't wait to experience what her new body had to give.

Meanwhile, somewhere near the front door, an abandoned phone was shutting down due to a lack of battery. It would likely remain there indefinitely; Laeticia had forgotten all about her stupid old friends and her stupid dare, for she had found something far more valuable...