Battle Royale w. Cheese! Turn 2.4 - Darkness, Megumin, and Aqua (Lewd Laboratory) (Patreon)

> AHHH! RUN! AHHHH! (UPSTAIRS)

SPLAT! SPLATSPLAT!

“AHHH! RUN! AHHHH!” Aqua screamed as blobs struck the floor around them. Collar beeping, she charged straight toward the upward staircase. Megumin and Darkness followed behind her, dodging and weaving to avoid the rain of goo.

As they ran, blobs of slime slamming into the floor behind them, a metal barrier began to descend, threatening to cut off the staircase.

Aqua, fortuitously, tripped and sailed under it. Darkness leaped and followed her. Megumin dropped to the floor, skidded, and rolled. Patting her head, she found she’d lost her hat and went to stick her hand under the door and grab it–it took her a moment to remember she hadn’t had it for hours.

Finally, one of the cat’s eyes slipped through the gap, and with a thud, the door slammed shut behind it.

For a second or two, the three sat at the base of the staircase, hearts pounding, trying to catch their breath. The lights had stopped flashing and the sirens had stopped blaring, so now seemed like as good a time as any to take a rest.

Aqua was the first to speak. “Where are we now?! I didn’t want to come in here. This stupid collar!” She grabbed her Collar and tried to pull it off, without success.

Ignoring her, Megumin raised a hand to her ear. She thought she’d imagined the purring before, but now it was clearer than ever. She bit her lip. What would they do if one of the werecats was up there?

A part of her wanted to stay exactly where she was, cowering in fear. Another part of her, the part that remained who she was, took a confident step forward. As if the arch-wizard Megumin could ever be scared of some stupid cat!

“M-Megumin! Wait!” Before she could take a second step, Darkness rushed in front of her. “Let me.”

Megumin nodded, and Darkness took the lead.

It took Aqua several seconds to realize they were moving on without her. “Uaaah! Wait!”

Twenty steps later, they found themselves in a gigantic chamber: a vast cavern, like a hollowed-out mountain. Where the roof should be lay an equally massive hole, letting in the sun. A tremendous metal tower, like a cylindrical sword, stood beneath it, dominating the chamber. For some reason, it reminded Megumin of the word ‘Excalibur’.

Inside the shadow of this giant rod, nestled beside the cavern’s wall, someone had arranged a comfy little office space, complete with a bookcase and log fire. Before it stood an elegant dark wood desk with a giant red button and behind it: a tall chair, turned away from them.

As they stepped into the room, the chair swiveled slightly. “Fufufu,” said a cloying, sticky voice. “I’ve been expecting nyou, nya.~.”

As one, the three froze. Before anyone could speak, the chair turned to reveal an elegant white catgirl in a pretty pink dress. She smiled, stroking something in her lap. No–Megumin squinted. She was–Ew!

“Fufufu. My nyame is Princess Futanari, nya. And welcome to my lair.” She stopped stroking her giant penis to spread her arms dramatically. “Do nyou like the decor? Swanky, isn’t it, nya? That’s Swanky, with an ‘s’, nyot–”

The three of them stared at her.

Futanari waved the issue aside. “Nyow, whatever should I do with nyou? I’m disallowed from hunting nyou myself this early, of course. But it’s within my rights to activate some traps. Let’s see… let’s see… Perhaps the giant laser?”

She pushed a button on her desk, and a giant, sparking rod dropped from the ceiling. Megumin and Aqua squealed as it swiveled to face them. “W-wait! Don’t–!”

Futanari smirked. “Or mayhaps I should release the hounds…”

A hatch in the far wall snapped open, and a woman with dog’s ears and a tail bounded towards them. As the three squealed in shock, the woman slammed to a stop, caught by her chain. Looking closely, Megumin recognized the shape between the dog-woman’s legs and realized she didn’t look angry, she looked…

Megumin went red.

“Or perhaps…” said Futanari, “I should ask nyou to take a few steps to the right, nya. Nyou know, over to that one particular floor panel that looks slightly out of place.”

She pointed to one particular floor panel that looked slightly out of place. “That one.”

“Hmm,” she continued, stroking her chin as if she had a magnificent goatee. “What should I do…? Whatever should I do…?”

As if in response, the trio’s Collars beeped.