Mimic Trouble YCH + Short Story (Patreon)

Super happy to finally show off this huge YCh I have had in the works for a while now! This one was done for the ever chill, Drakosdrake on FA featuring his Pokesona, Ryoko! This fun and lewd DnD inspired piece was a huge undertaking but I am happy to show it off for you all now!

Now please enjoy the short story written by my awesome Hubby Aero!

“Oh it’s just a quick mission, he says. We go to a mansion that’s haunted, clear out the undead and get paid. That’s all it is.” Ryoko was grumbling to herself as she was working her way up a third flight of stairs. “Two days later we’re still stuck in this gods forsaken building looking for the dungeon master that’s keeping the labyrinth up.” She let out a sigh as she reached the top of the stairs, she paused marking her route on a piece of parchment. It’s not uncommon for a party of adventurers to go diving into a dungeon, or explore a labyrinth but from Ryoko’s perspective it felt weird to explore a magical mansion with seemingly no end. Her party was three floors below her setting up camp in a more protective den. No fire places that could belt out flames, or ominous armors decorating the walls. “I knew I should have packed more rations…” Ryoko was currently on a hunt for either a kitchen or a larder. When they first arrived in the mansion they found one within the first hour of searching the premises. Unfortunately that was before they realized the state of the mansion and before they started mapping out their location. “We’re going to set up the camp, it’d be best if you went to scout the area and try to procure us some food. Like…I get it…but this still sucks. They get to be around a table fire and I’m stuck near a ....” Ryoko carefully checked a door for traps before opening it and peeking inside. “Another trophy room…fuckin…” She marked her parchement again. So far all the rooms had the same layout. Which means if she could just find a pantry or something she’d be able to get at least some kind of food for the group.

“This is the ninth bathroom I’ve come across. There's bound to be a kitchen, or something right?” Ryoko had made her way down to the next corridor. “Come on, big money, show me a fully stocked pantry.” She opened the next door peeking inside. ‘Okay…well it’s a new room at least.’ She opened the door wider looking deeper inside. It was colder than the hallway, the slight scent of mildew hung in the air. The room was made of cobblestone, windows fitted in two adjacent walls. Torches lined the room giving it an eerie glow. Down at the end of the room was a rather large wooden chest. ‘Oh that’s a trap.’ Ryoko carefully brought the door back and closed off the room before sitting down next to the door giving herself a chance to think things through.

“Okay…spooky mansion labyrinth. Bunch of different rooms. Maybe this is the treasury?” She was murmuring to herself, somehow saying it outloud made her feel safer. “Do I just ignore it? That’s way too obvious of a trap, I could just keep moving into the next long hallway. Forget I saw it entirely. But If I report back about it they might want to look into it. Which means not only do I have to come back here, I'll be the one picking the locks on it anyway.” Ryoko found herself staring at the door, biting her lip as she thought. ‘So if they’re just going to make me do it anyway I could just do it. If it’s nothing I can just keep moving. On the flip side if it is something I could skim a little off the top. Hazard pay and all that right? Plus they get to be cozy by the fire while I’m out here looking for our livelihood.’ She found herself opening the door again looking at the chest in the distance. ‘Maybe it’s not trapped and the room is?’ She let out another sigh as she rolled her wrists, then her neck and ankles. ‘Okay fine. Let’s put in some actual effort. Get in, get out. Maybe find some food.’ Ryoko went to work, she started with sweeping the room for traps. Nothing connected to the door, no trip wires, nothing that shows signs of pressure plates, no vents for poison or fire. Door can be taken off the hinges in a worse case scenario. No holes for darts, arrows or spears. She had almost completely finished sweeping the room before sighing. ‘Am I overthinking this?’

She finally found herself in front of the treasure chest. Not a single trap has been found so far, ‘Maybe this is an actual treasure room.’ She took her time double checking the area around the chest. No signs of anything suspicious so she leaned down next to the large padlock keeping the chest closed. Using her tools she started working her way through the locks and process. There was an art to making sure the lock was just a lock and not some magical mechanism that could cause harm. And given the situation that she was in she wasn’t going to take any extra chances. The minutes were ticking by before she finally heard the loud ka-chunk of the lock finally being undone. She let out a sigh of relief as she slid the lock off and placed it down next to the chest. “Okay, let’s see what kind of hazard pay I’m getting today…” She placed both hands on the lid of the chest and was preparing to lift it open but something made her pause. She watched as the padlock started to skitter away and out of the door of the room. “Wait…was that a-” She felt a slimy something wrap around one of her wrists, then another. She made an effort to pull herself away quickly but it was too little too late as the lid of the chest swung open and more tentacles started to wiggle out and around her. “No, No, No fuckin-” She got one of her hands free and was trying to get into her haversack. She pulled out a few things trying to throw them at the mimic that was trying to better it’s grip around her. “Come on poison do your fucking thing already” She threw a few more things into the mimics mouth before it started to wiggle and move in a unusual fashion. More tendrils and tongues, spewed from the chest wrapping themselves. “Crap why didn’t that work?!” Ryoko was wracking her brain, trying to figure out why the mimic was now ripping off her armor and body suit. “Why the fuck are you slim-gyuk” She was caught off by a tentacle wiggling into her mouth and down her throat.

A thought just crossed her mind as she watched her haversack get thrown to the side of the room. ‘Did I just throw the love potion at the mimic?’ She felt her body start to heat up as whatever slime was covering the tentacle was getting down her throat. It began thrashing slowly, working itself with unusual ease in her mouth and throat. ‘That’d be the succubus brand lube at work…oh fuck.’ While Ryoko was still struggling as hard as they could, they couldn’t call out or cast spells with a mimic down their throat. What was worse the mimic had completely destroyed her armor and bodysuit, she felt her legs being pulled open as the mimic brought her closer. She was able to at least reach out and keep herself pushed away from the mimic's mouth. ‘Fuck you asshole, you’re not pulling me in! I am not your snack!’ She felt the mimics tentacles start to push past the entrance of her pussy, digging and wiggling its way deeper. ‘Ah fuck that’s thick…new hate. Horny Mimics.’ A mix of the slime from the various potions and her own slick honey were mixing together letting the mimic get deeper in her throat and her pussy. She felt her body react in a variety of ways, her body being lifted off the ground, the tentacles twisting and moving her into whatever position it wanted. Her struggles doing little more than pissing it off as every time she tried to jerk herself away it would get rougher with her. She felt it’s tentacles swelling and pulsing stretching her and causing her to grunt as it forced its tentacles even deeper. She felt a hot thick liquid cumming straight down her throat and filling her pussy up. Pulse after pulse, it was fine for the first few rounds but by the fifth she started having trouble breathing. She thrashed hard finally getting the tentacle to withdraw from her mouth. She snapped hard at it with her maw hoping to at least injure it. If it got angry and threw her she could at least come back with her party. To Ryoko’s despair the mimic didn’t seem to have any intentions of letting her go. She felt the creatures cum run down her thighs as she struggled again.

“When I get out of this I’m going to turn you into a fucking chair you stupid mimic bastard!” In response the mimic bent and twisted Ryoko’s body in the air so her face was closer to its mouth and her ass was in the air. “That’s not what I meant, you perverted dick!” Her shouting was muffled, this time a fresh tentacle filling her mouth. This time though it was actively withering and moving in her mouth, as if it wanted her to enjoy it. With what strength and focus she could muster she found herself right up against the mimic hands at the lid doing her best to make sure it didn’t pull her in. She felt another wet and slippery tentacle working against her already sore hole. ‘Oh come the fuck on. That potion was barely worth a few silver there is no way it’s this fucking effective!’ She thought as the tentacle pushed itself in. It would scrape at her inside as it pulled out and rubbed right against her clit as it shoved itself back in. ‘Are mimics just this horny? And why the fuck is this one so fucking good at it-Wait no!’ She felt herself tense and focused as she tried to see behind her. ‘This thing is not about to make me cum like this, my party would never let me live this down!’ As if the mimic was reading her mind it switched up its tactics focusing heavily on her clit. Grinding and teasing it. It’d growl causing its tentacles to almost vibrate right against her. She was putting all her strength into her arms to make sure she wasn’t pushed any further. She clenched her hoping it would stop it but it only seemed to enjoy it as another round flooded her mouth and throat. Her mind was a constant chant of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘fuck you’ as she felt her own body react. Cumming hard against the tentacle's relentless assault on her clit. The worst part, or best part depending on your perspective, is the fact that the mimic wouldn’t let up. The second she thought one wave was done the mimic would start back up relentlessly thrusting away at her pussy and ass causing another wave to crash down on her. Her body was shaking and shivering making it really hard to keep the forward progress of the tentacles of trying to put it in its mouth. Somewhere between the sixth orgasm or the twelfth time it filled her ass Ryoko happened to glance over at the back wall of the room. There she saw a magical glowing script showcasing what appeared to be a scoreboard. ‘First to fifty loses’ There was a silent scream from Ryoko as she saw that she was ‘technically’ winning. But the mimic was only at fifteen compared to her nine. The battle between the two lasted well into the night.