Day 2: Mimic

Evelyn Goldbrow, Lyn to her friends, had no time to wait. The small halfling thief hurried down the worn, ancient steps, venturing even deeper into the depths of the dungeon. Along her way she prodded at each stair with her ten-foot pole. One of them gave way deploying an arrow trap that slammed into the wall before her face and then started resetting. She paused a moment to mark that with a big chalk ‘X’. Her friends were probably still a few floors up, dealing with the ogres and trolls she had snuck by. Maybe they had made it to the room full of gelatinous cubes but she doubted it.

They were always so slow, lagging behind, fighting all the creatures, scavenging all the boring treasure she had not bothered to collect and by the Goddess if they took one more short rest she was going to… Lyn refocused on her goal. As the party rogue it was her job to scout ahead, find and disarm the traps, unlock any doors or chests and report back on large forces of creatures ahead. At first Lyn had done this by going backwards and forward between her advance position and the party but that had gotten tedious and boring fast. Now days she simply marked traps and left notes behind warning them of any monsters to dangerous or numerous for her to take on her own. She still unlocked doors and chests, taking the best loot for herself before leaving the rest for the party to pick up, but most of the time she was on her own.

Some of her friends in the party had raised issues with this new routine but she dismissed them. They could not deny it was effective. There had been less injuries from traps in the party and fewer combats in dungeons ever since they started doing this. Sure, the bigger fights were a little tougher to have without her and the party was getting bit upset that only she got the top tier loot, but did they not understand it was all for the betterment of the group? She needed the best gear because she was on the front lines protecting them. It just made so much sense to Lyn as she came to the bottom of the stairs and several branching corridors that spread out from here.

She glanced around and frowned. There was something off about this intersection. Something missing from here. Slowing herself down for a moment she looked around carefully, poking at the floor, the ceiling and the walls with her ten-foot pole. Nothing dangerous so far. Putting her pole away in her bag of holding she moved to investigate the wall more closely. There was something about it that seemed odd to… air. There was air being sucked into a small grape in the mortar of the wall between the bricks. Rapping at the wall around that area soon revealed a brick was loose there. Pushing it in, Lyn was rewarded with a click and then the whole section of the wall descended into the floor revealing a secret room.

Within it were half a dozen chests. It was a treasure room. Most of the chests were worn away from centuries down here in the dark or broken open already but a couple remained intact. Securing her torch to a sconce on the wall she moved to examine the chests. Nothing in the broken ones, so she quickly moved to the two remaining. There were large and appeared untouched by time or other intruders. A worrisome sign. Lyn immediately backed up after she saw this and pulled out her daggers. Time to test for the most common of treasure room pitfalls.

Throwing a dagger at one chest she was rewarded with a solid wooden thump as the dagger tip embed in the wooded of the chest. A second dagger thumped against the other chest. Not mimics than, Lyn thought with a sigh of relief as she came forward and started unlocking them. The first came away easily enough, with a simple twist of her thieves’ tools. Inside was a small mountain of gold coins but nothing interesting like magical items or platinum coins. The party could come pick that up behind her.

Turning to the other she had more trouble with it. Carefully working the locks as she leaned down over it, her shapely halfling body in those tight leathers shifting from side to side as she worked the lock. Blowing her red hair out of her face she tried to come at it from another angle. Once more her bubble butt of a halfling behind rocked from side to side as she shifted while trying to concentrate on picking this lock. She almost had it. Holding her breath, she felt the tumblers turn into place, one after another till… click. She had unlocked it.

Before she could fling it open something grabbed her from behind. “Eeeeeeeep!” Lyn exclaimed as she was yanked back from the chest, her thieves tools slipping from her fingertips. Something cold, sticky and wet was wrapped around her hips as it lifted her up. She glanced down to see the mountain of gold all connected together and moving as one mass carrying her back towards the chest that it was protruding from. Lyn very quickly realised that it was not the chest that was the mimic, rather the gold itself, a true treasure mimic.

Wiggling and squirming she tried to free herself from the grasp of this monster but quickly found the coins stuck to her worse than the nickname ‘Gingerming’ had when she was a teenager after her first time with a fellow halfling. There was one opportunity she had before the mimic would pull her fully onto itself. It was so far only stuck to her pants. If she could just undo them and wiggle out… her nimble fingers worked quickly to free herself of the leather pants, but they were so tight around her she barely managed to wiggle them down to her thighs before she felt herself pulled into the chest and onto the sea of coins, which engulfed her sides.

She continued to struggle and fight against the mimic. If only she had a weapon or… her dagger. One of them was still imbedded in the chest she was currently being pulled into. If she could just reach back above her head and grab it… the mimic was not going to let her get away with that easily. Already she could feel the coins all around her yanking away her cloak and pulling at her leather tunic. Suddenly, the coins excreted some sort of sticky, acidic substance that dissolved her clothing, exposing her naked, freckled skin to the coins, including her rather huge breasts, which were almost too large for her small frame. The acid did not burn her skin, but it made her feel warm and tingly all over. At the same time Lyn cried out in chock as she felt the largest, wettest and warmest tongue lick down across her hairy pussy and towards her asshole.

She shuddered as a shiver went up her spine and a moan was **** from between her lips. Her hands shook as she tried to reach for the dagger only for her to moan once more as the tongue repeated that action and the coins wrapped around her exposed upper body. What was this mimic playing at? But that became all too clear as a sudden pain jolted through her from her nipples. She looked down to see a coin at each of her breasts, having bitten down into her tender flesh with monstrous teeth. Piercing them magically and then shapeshifting into nipple rings that now adorned her poor sensitive pink nipples.

What in the nine hells was going on? Lyn screamed in her brain as the tongue licked at her once more making her whimper and then wince as suddenly more coins transformed, becoming chains that attached to her piercings on her nipples and yanked at them. She cried out in both pain and pleasure as the tongue continued to lick at her pussy. The saliva seemed to act like the acid that dissolved her clothes. It was sticky and made her sensitive skin tingle as her neither region lit up with an unnatural warmth. It also seemed to sizzle at the pubic hair of her pussy, dissolving the thick red strands of hair and leaving her gushing lips bare. Her attempts to reach her dagger were all but halted as all she could do was hang onto the lid of the chest for dear life as this mimic had its way with her.

Lyn’s head was spinning as her breath came out in short, shallow bursts and her heavy breasts heaved, the piercings in her nipples being yanked down as the tongue probed into her pussy. Her whole body spasmed and she moaned loudly as her tight halfling cunt was pried open by the large tongue. She felt like she was about to be split in two as it delved in between her lips. The acidic saliva coated her insides making them flush with heat and arousal as her juices were lapped up by the mimic. Right as Lyn felt herself reaching her peak the tongue withdrew from her, leaving her high and dry.

Completely disregarding her previous attempts to reach for her dagger, Lyn released the lid of the chest and reached down towards her pussy, desperately seeking her denied release. But the mimic was faster. A stream of gold coins caught her wrists and instantly her skin stuck to them before they yanked them up above her head. Like the rest of her body, they were firmly stuck to the mimic’s natural adhesive body. She could not even close her legs as the mimic held them open, exposing her gaping, glistening pussy to the open air of the dungeon. Lyn whimpered pathetically only to gasp as the tongue returned to her cunt lips.

Only instead of plunging deeply into her it barely parted her lips, pushing them away and up. Her engorged clit was exposed by this movement, and it was then that Lyn saw what the mimic had in store for her. A long strand of coins rose up like a snake, wiggling from side to side, at the end of the strand bore a pair of monstrous teeth, just like the ones that had bitten into her nipples before becoming piercings. “Oh no! Don’t you dare…” Lyn yelled but was quickly silenced as coins shifted around either side of her face and poured into her mouth. They then started transforming into a jawbreaker of a ball gag. The bright red gag filled the space between her teeth as thick leather straps sealed around the back of her head.

She struggled and tried to scream around the gag, but she was helpless as the strand of coins came down to her poor, defenceless clit. It bit into her nub of sensitive flesh and she winced as the coin transformed into a thick ring that now pierced her clit. The rest of the coins in that strand became a golden chain that pulled up her body sharply, making tears well in Lyn’s eyes as it stretched out her clit. The pain was like fire through her sensitive nerves, but she was so turned on already that it almost made her cum. She could feel her pussy lips clamp down around the tongue. Desperately she wanted to rut against the mimic, but she was stuck in place by its adhesive body.

Her whole body shook as she was held here in place. The chain, now tugging on her clit, connected with those pulling on her teats, merging and then tightening the tension on all three of her sensitive nubs till Lyn felt like she was about to cum or pass out. But neither happen as the mimic withdrew its tongue and she whimpered around her gag in pure frustration. For what felt like days on end she was teased and tormented. The mimic, licking and lapping at her pussy, getting her right to the edge before withdrawing again leaving her a moaning and trembling mess. Other times it would tug and torment her nipples and/or clit, enjoying the way she cried and whimpered pathetically. Eventually it learned that spreading her ass cheeks and slithering its slimy, sticky tongue up her asshole made Lyn scream and wiggle around in discomfort and pleasure till she almost passed out. That became the mimic’s favourite activity.

Eventually the sound of footsteps and voices echoed out from the hallway beyond the secret door. They were hard to make out, but Lyn was sure it could be no one else but her fellow party members, her friends. She was saved. All they needed to do was find the secret door and kill this mimic. The nightmare was over. Only Lyn was not sure if they even knew how to find the hidden room, she was in. They had never found one without her. She tried to yell to them around the gag, but her voice was so weak from hours of moaning and screaming.

Even then, it was muffled, barely above a whisper. Her heart almost stopped when she could not hear the voices or footsteps anymore. Were they still there? Surely, they would not leave the dungeon without her, would they? She was their friend. Their rogue. They needed her… right? The mimic licked at her once more as her torchlight grew dimmer and dimmer and Lyn feared she had been abandoned. Was this truly her fate? To be the plaything of a mimic? Tormented and tortured by the monstrosity? Held on the brink of an orgasm that it would never allow her to have?