“FUCKING DIRTY HUMAN!” she screamed, and her magic launched fireworks in every direction, fireworks that stained the ground and rocks around them in glitter. She gushed more of the slippery fluid all over him, and her whole body contracted like a set of fingers, fingers that were vibrating rapidly. Thinking of all the frustration he had built up inside him, the pent-up energy from worrying about his friends, he pounded her mercilessly. Unable to contain himself any longer, the orgasm that had been denied him for so long built up inside his body, and he unleashed it inside of the blue fairy.
“FUUUUUCK!” she squealed, her body expanding like a water balloon.
Mike grunted, shoving himself inside of her again, a second blast making her breasts expand to comic proportions. Her arms flailed wildly, and she opened her mouth, blue light escaping from it. Mike groaned, leaning back in his mushroom chair and releasing the fairy.
“Oh shit,” he said, staring at the high ceiling.
Cerulea slowly slid her way up his shrinking shaft, her stretchy body forcing her to pop free. Mike’s cock glowed blue with her fluids mixed with his own, and she collapsed in his lap, lying in a pool of semen and glitter.
Breathing heavily, he found himself getting sleepy. “You okay down there?”
“I’ve never been better,” she replied. Her whole body was coated in semen, but she didn’t bother to clean it. She slowly deflated as she absorbed his cum, glowing like a tiny star. Mike ran his fingers along her belly affectionately, and she pushed herself into his touch. “Let’s wait for the others to come back. Then we can go find your friends.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
MEMORIES AND MINOTAURS
The sudden shift in time and position was disorienting. One second, Beth was on the first floor of the Radley house, the world spinning around her. The next, she was running along a busted bridge, her legs not quite right beneath her. She tripped, colliding with someone else on the bridge, and they tumbled off together. Once she hit the cold water, her synapses fired all at once, restarting her brain and giving her full control.
“Beth!” A hand swung out, grabbing her wrist, but the water swept them apart. She felt the pull of the swirling water and took a deep breath. She was yanked under and tumbled wildly along the river bottom, bouncing off the smooth stones. She curled her feet up and covered her head with her arms.
When she was younger, her father had told her that if she could hold her breath underwater for more than two minutes in the ocean, Poseidon would turn her into a mermaid. Obsessed, she’d spent hours practicing in her tub, joined the junior swim team, and learned how to snorkel with her cousins on the coast. By the time she’d been able to hold her breath that long, she had long ago learned that her father had been lying. That still hadn’t stopped her from diving down thirty feet and waiting for two minutes, hoping to see Poseidon emerge from the depths to grant her her wish.
She couldn’t hold her breath for two minutes anymore, but it was more than a minute before she was able to break free to the surface again, gasping for air. She took a deep breath, holding it in despite the fire in her lungs, allowing her body to bob to the surface. Floating on her back, she used her hands to push herself off the stone walls. The river split, and she kicked herself toward the route that widened out, the water’s flow ebbing. Lying on her back, she stared at the rocky sky, marveling at the giant stalactites.
“Where am I?” she asked the ceiling, but it was too far away to answer her.
She floated this way for some time, a watchful eye on the shore. She was missing a period of time again, but something was different. She hadn’t just woken up in her bed, an entire day gone. No, she had been running from something, which suggested that she had not been in control of her body.
Or had she? Either she had a split personality or something else was going on. Her eyes on the river ahead, she spotted a small outlet and kicked her way toward it. After crawling onto the rocky shore, she rolled onto her back only to feel something pushing into her hips. Shifting her weight, she realized that she had a bag strapped to her body.
“What the fuck?” Sitting up on the rocks, she slid the bag around to her front. It looked like a miniature messenger bag. After unzipping it, she reached inside.
“Gah!” Her fingers had touched something hairy and wet. Standing up, she tossed the bag on the rocks, waiting for a giant rat to crawl out. Nearly a minute passed, and she was about to try again when the bag moved on its own. She held in a scream. The last thing she expected to push its head out was a creepy doll.
No, not just any doll. It was the one that Mike had given her. The doll hopped out, pushing its rumpled red dress down in an attempt to flatten it out.
“I…don’t suppose you know what’s going on?” Beth asked. When the doll nodded, she didn’t know whether to be surprised or not. “How…how did I get here?”
The doll walked toward her, and Beth took a step back. The doll stopped, holding up one arm like it wanted to shake hands. Reluctantly, Beth knelt, tentatively touching a finger to the cold, wet fabric.
The entire world popped, and Beth was standing inside of a house. On closer inspection, she realized that most of the windows and doors were painted on. A chill immediately traveled up her spine.
“Hello?” Wandering from room to room, she realized she was in a replica of the Radley house. Making a beeline for the stairs, she was headed for the front door when she saw the woman standing over by the hearth.
“Oh, please, no…,” Beth whimpered, staring at the bedraggled figure. Her long hair covered her face, and her red gown was soaking wet. She was the epitome of every evil thing waiting to crawl out of a well, or television, or whatever, eager to drag Beth to hell.
“Don’t run,” the figure said, remaining still. “I need to tell you what is happening.”
“I’m dreaming?” Beth asked hopefully.
“No. This place is a figment, but it is my figment. It is real.” She lifted her head, the hairs on her face never parting. “My name is Jenny. You’ve been here before.”
Yeah, I doubt that, Beth thought to herself. “Okay, Jenny, fill me in.”
Jenny sagged against the wall. “No time for everything. I am exhausted and cannot speak long. You are in the Labyrinth, a maze, a skip, a hop, and a jump away!” Jenny shook her head, placing her hands against her temples. “No, wait. That’s not what I meant. You are here with Mike. You need to find the others.”
“What others?” Beth asked.
“Others like Lily. But not Lily. Lily is at home. You don’t know the others.”
Jenny wasn’t making any sense, but at the mention of Lily, the morning came back to Beth. The car crash, the story Lily had told her, the demon in the mirror. “Will the others hurt me?”
Jenny shook her head. “The Minotaur might if he catches you. Avoid him at all costs. He will charge you what you cannot afford. Put it on my tab!” Jenny tightened her hands into fists, pressing them even tighter to her head. “Dangerous. He’s dangerous.”
“Minotaur?” Beth asked. “Head of a bull, body of a man?”
“Don’t leave my body…” Jenny sagged against the wall, sinking to the floor. “I’m…tired.” The house shook and crumbled into darkness.
Beth was standing on the shore, kneeling over the little doll that had collapsed.
“Well…okay.” Beth stared at the river, a sudden desire to toss the doll in surfacing in her mind. Jenny freaked her out. When she grabbed onto the doll, it occurred to her that she had gone to the trouble of bringing it to this place. Whatever reason she had had for bringing the doll, she could figure it out later. After adjusting the straps on the messenger bag, she tucked Jenny back inside. Shivering, she examined the shore around her.
“I could really go for a fucking fire,” she muttered to herself, climbing the slope. At the top was the entrance to a tunnel. After crouching to go in
side, she walked for several feet, marveling at the bioluminescent moss on the walls. She touched it, surprised to find it was slightly warm.
“I’ll take it where I can get it.” She ran her hands along the moss as she walked, fighting the chill that threatened to chatter her teeth. The tunnel opened up, and she found herself staring at a four-way juncture.
“Hey, Jenny, which way?”
The doll remained silent. Beth took the turn closest to her, keeping her left hand on the wall. Since she had no idea where she was going, the least she could do was try her best to avoid getting lost.
A thought occurred to her. She backed up to the opening she had come from, found a bright patch of moss, and used a rock to scrape the letter R for river. After heading back down her chosen path, she scratched an arrow into the wall. At least if she got lost, she would have some way to tell where she had been. She walked briskly but paused long enough to strip off some of her clothes and wring the water out of them, hoping it would help her warm up faster.
The Labyrinth itself was a fascinating place. Sometimes the paths were long with no breaks, and other times she found herself backtracking. A couple of paths had caved in on themselves, and these ones she marked with an X over the arrow. Other times, she spotted simple traps. Walking down one particularly long corridor, she saw a break ahead. Eager to get to it, she almost overlooked the scattered leaves across the path. It was only when she was about to step on one that she realized there were no trees to be seen. She found a large rock and tossed it onto the patch of dead leaves only to watch the whole area collapse inward into a spiked pit below. The pit itself was easy to bypass by walking on the edge, but the old bones in the bottom informed her that someone was here to reset the traps.
In the distance, something let out a howl. Beth assumed it was the Minotaur and was grateful that it sounded distant. Her stomach growled, and she wondered how long it had been since she’d last eaten.
“I hate this place,” she muttered, scraping PT into the wall. She turned left at the next juncture and scraped in the appropriate arrows, then promptly stumbled over a wire. Not knowing what to do, she threw herself onto the floor, eyes closed and praying. Spears crisscrossed above her, the trap maker assuming that the victim would simply continue forward. Her heart pounding, Beth crawled backward to inspect the trap. The spears were made of wood that, when Beth pulled hard enough, snapped off at the wall.
“Hiking stick,” she declared, examining the pointy end. The wood had been capped with a sharp, steel tip that had a nasty barb in it. Looking down the tunnel at the crisscrossed spears, she could only imagine the poor creature that would get caught on them. She gave the spear a squeeze, hefting it in her hand.
Another roar bounced off the walls, this time slightly closer. Closing her eyes, Beth imagined how sound could carry through this place, wondering if the Minotaur was in the next corridor over or half a mile away. Shuddering, she got on her stomach and crawled beneath the spears, her hair tangling harmlessly in the barbs.
The corridor narrowed, then curved. She imagined herself walking along a giant letter O, her mind immediately going back to Oliver, the mirror demon. Messing with a demon had to be the literal definition of playing with fire. Her pelvis was still slightly uncomfortable from the fucking she had received. Despite the chill of her damp clothes, she felt a deeper warmth at his memory, wondering if it would be worth it to play with fire again.
Not paying attention, she just happened to look down in time to see an odd-shaped stone sink into the floor. She immediately took several steps backward before crouching and holding up her spear. Eyes on the corridor, she looked at the walls, then the floor, then up. She could hear faint gears creaking.
“Oh fuck.” It suddenly occurred to her that the traps in the Labyrinth were likely not directional. They could be built for people coming in or leaving. She ran backward several paces, and a sudden blast of air blew across her back as the walls of the corridor slammed together. She turned around and stared in awe at the trap that had almost gotten her. The thick walls of the Labyrinth now blocked her way forward, but the curve of the path meant that a small opening had appeared before her on the other side of one of the shut walls. It was like looking behind the scenes at a theater, and she could see the mechanism by which the walls had been pressed together.
She was debating whether she should crawl through the gap when a voice came from the other side.
“Hello? Is someone there?” It sounded like a woman.
Immediately suspicious, Beth kept her mouth shut. The mechanism for the wall hadn’t begun retracting yet, so Beth made the decision to squeeze through. Just as her foot cleared the gap, the gears activated, the wall shifting back the other way. Beth watched the seams in the wall disappear as it locked back into place. She was in another narrow corridor, but this one had a small opening that led her into a circular room.
The room had several pillars around its perimeter that rose toward the sky but didn’t connect to anything. Each pillar looked like multiple rings stacked on top of one another. Moving carefully toward the center, Beth listened to someone grunting, the sound of stone crunching against stone making her teeth hurt. Pressing herself against a nearby pillar, she circled it, her spear held at the ready.
One of the pillars had collapsed, giant stone rings lying in a pile. Beneath the rubble, a slender arm frantically waved about, trying to push one of the bigger rings off. Crouching, spear in front of her, Beth neared the trapped creature, then knelt for a better look.
The arm was a grayish white, the flesh made of stone. A couple of cracks had appeared, and a dark substance like oil leaked from the wound.
“Do you need some help?” Beth asked.
The arm withdrew, and a face appeared in the gap. It was the face of a woman, with dark eyes like coal. “Please,” she said. “It’s too heavy for me to move.” She had a faint French accent.
“I’m not sure I can move any of these myself.” Beth stood, appraising the pile of rubble. “Well, hold on. It looks like I could maybe roll some of them down from the top. If I move enough of them, maybe you can push yourself free. What do you think?”
“I’m not in a position to offer any advice.” The woman blinked. “My name is Abella. I’m a gargoyle, in case you were wondering.”
“I’m Beth. Just a human, I’m afraid.” Beth surveyed the rocky pile, wondering how best to get to the top. If she got Abella free, maybe the gargoyle would help her escape this place. “Otherwise, this would probably be easier.”
“Then how are you going to get the blocks off me?” Abella asked.
“Leverage,” Beth said. Kneeling, she picked up a stone the size of her fist, then climbed the pile. Some of the stones shifted drastically beneath her weight, but she needed to be up top. “You okay in there?”
“I am fine, just stuck,” Abella replied. “You can only make the pile lighter.”
“Okay, then.” After choosing her footing carefully, Beth picked one of the stones that had a gap beneath it and stuck in the spear. Satisfied that her stone would fit, she wedged it beneath the spear, trying to push it as close to the gap as possible. Using the spear as a fulcrum, she pushed down on its handle, and the stone shifted slightly to one side. Grunting with effort, she tried to get the stone to move, but it settled back into its original position.
“I didn’t feel anything,” Abella informed her.
“I’m not a miracle worker.” Beth removed the spear and changed positions, repeating the process. After a couple of attempts, the stone circle slid far enough off the pile that it tumbled down the side. The rock shifted beneath her, and Beth stuck her arms out for balance. Satisfied that the pile had settled, she found another stone to start working on.
“So how did you get caught in this?” Beth asked.
“I came here with my housemates Tink and Sofia. The Minotaur had taken Tink’s goggles, and she wa
nted him to give them back. Shortly after we walked into the Labyrinth, we got lost. We had maps, but someone has been changing the hallways.”
“Sounds like a…Labyrinth all right.” Beth grunted and moved another rock. “I’ve seen how the halls change. It isn’t pretty.”
“The original plan was to set up a trap to ambush the Minotaur and demand he return Tink’s goggles. When we couldn’t find the Minotaur, we tried to find a dead space on the map because Sofia thought that he may have a treasure chamber. It didn’t work out, so we wandered until we found this place. We were trying to come up with a new plan, but nobody counted on the Minotaur showing up early. We got into a fight, and when this pillar collapsed, I pushed Tink out of the way to save her.” Abella grunted when the pile shifted again. “Sofia and Tink ran away, and I got stuck here.”
Beth chewed impatiently at her lip, trying to move one of the bigger stones. Her fulcrum rock wasn’t cutting it for this one, and her spear was bending far enough that she was worried it would break. “This sounds like an awful lot of trouble to go through for a pair of goggles.”
“They’re magic. Tink uses them to take care of the house, but now she needs them back so that she can show the Caretaker how to activate the home’s defenses. The goggles are linked to the house and will teach him how to do it, but he needs to be wearing them for his first time.”
“And Mike is the Caretaker?” Beth shoved a stone out from beneath the larger one. The pile tilted, and Beth scurried off the pile as several hundred pounds of stone rolled free, sliding off to one side. They crashed against the hard stone floor, the sound of breaking rock echoing off the ceiling high above. “I thought he was just the owner. And why wasn’t that the first thing they did?”
“Real life is…complicated. Mike’s first few days were busy dealing with threats from within, and the goggles were lost.”
“Life never quite goes how you planned, does it?” Beth climbed off the rocks and knelt by the hole, sweat pouring down her face. “I just moved a ton of rock off you. Do you think you can move?”
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