Preview of The Graverobber's Mimic
Story by Ashari on SoFurry
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Commission for SlyEnigmaFox
Summary: The thief fennec Arkose is led to a sarcophagus by the scent of treasure. Part of a mimic's lure, which he only discovers well after the point of no return. Not only is he grabbed, stripped and then wrapped in bandages, but when a trio of bandits arrives to loot the place, they choose to take the moaning mimic with them, fennec and all.
Word Count (Full Version): 7412
Yet even though the wrapping was completed, with the mimic concluding there was no more left to add, it didn’t release him. Instead the tendrils dipped away once again before thick, meatier ones peeled up. His entire form was assailed, a thick tendril massaged and tickled his luscious ears, a trio of them cradled his head, brushing his bandaged cheeks and crown, fighting him as his body squirmed. Thicker still were the pair that brushed up and down his front from nipple to navel, and more still moved to outright coil. Holding his legs and tail jealously, tugging them around to fight his desperate resistance.
Soft walls squashed in wherever the tentacles didn’t sprout, the head kneading clump kept the top end of him down, the chest strokers pushing back if he tried to bend his spine and the leg coilers reeling him down whenever he resisted there.
The tentacles also hadn’t let their earlier intrusions go to waste. His now solid and firm cock had a terribly interested tentacle plucking at it, rolling along, wiggling and tugging while that delving anal intruder made sure to have him squeal. His body shivered as it exploited him. He had experienced his share of peril and of restraint, the shadow of which had awoken things in him, things that this mimic seemed to be built to exploit.
As minutes passed in that molested stalemate, his stamina was draining as too his will to resist. He felt a burgeoning below his waist, his body hesitating, as if afraid that giving in would lead to a fate that was somehow more grim than what he was facing, yet his mind also couldn’t persuade him to hold it. Better to enjoy it before it was all too late…
His body spasmed and even bound as it was, it still arched, with the tentacles assertively pushing and pulling him down as the climax rocked over him. His seed spurting free under that constant torment.
‘Please, spit me out or let me rest’ he begged of it in his thoughts, yet it slowed only for a moment, as if adjusting its grip before it was back to teasing him once again. ‘No!’ He groaned out loudly into the bandages. His mind tried to bury the stimulation by thinking all he knew of mimics.
The closest match he could think of was the kind that drank magic from their target, particularly cruel matches to mages with greater mana, was it trying to drain from him? All the fatal mimics should have started something by now.
With his brain pinging from one type to another, hoping that identifying it might remind him of some weakness, his passions soon took over again, his thoughts leaning in, gyrating and this time almost begging the mimic not to stop…
It had to have been at least an hour and four counts of teased out orgasm by Arkose’s count when he heard something over the wet squishing and steady creak of his mummification. “Aww man, this place is the shit!” A raspy voice called.
“Yeah, all the traps are either misfired or broken, who’da thought we’d be able to just walk in and help ourselves.” A wheedling voice chimed in.
“That’s assuming it doesn’t try to lock us in here.” A softer voice said.
“No shit, dumbass, that’s why I told you to wait outside! Watch for any surprises.” Raspy said. “Man, all these treasures and they’re ours for the taking, shame there wasn’t anyone trying to grab ‘em first, I was hopin’ for a fight or something.”
They did not sound friendly, yet who was he to judge other ruin raiders. “Mmmmh! Mmmmph!” He called out, swallowing the insult of them searching through what he assuredly considered his loot. They didn’t even slow down or seem to acknowledge him.
He could hear them just fine, could they not hear him in turn?!
“Eww, some of it’s wet!” Wheedling moaned, throwing aside the garments that had recently adorned the helpless and unseen fennec. Feet stomped over to him, had they noticed the mimic’s position and the presumed trail of spittle that should mark it? Did they maybe have his ability to sniff out treasures?
He kicked and whined again, putting his all into it before he felt a tightening clench around his throat and muzzle, the tentacles wrapped up fully as if trying to gag him and keep him even longer.
“Hey, Meeka, what’cha think of this?” Wheedling voice asked. It was Raspy who replied, claiming the name.
“Do ya even need to ask? It looks more than promising.”
‘Yes!’ Thought Arkose as he tried to squeal again, barely audible to his own ears. He felt motion, the box was moving, he narrowed his eyes, preparing for the flood of light. It didn’t come, instead he felt a slow swaying movement. _‘No no, come on you dolts, open it up!’ _
The mimic was equally perturbed by the motion though for opposing reasons, it clenched down harder, more of the tendrils wrapping over, trying to pull and push, enough that it gave up teasing him in its attempt to subdue what it was perhaps seeing as his escape attempts. Not just fully enveloping him in the grasp of tentacles but squashing him in a second layer of bandages. The creaks and rubs and flurry of motion made it hard for him to make out what the trio were saying to each other, yet his tuned ears heard the jangle of coins as they helped themselves. There was a moment of quiet as he was passed from the wheedling voiced to the softer voiced one with an instruction of. “Take it outside, Kav, then come back to grab a share.”