Published: October 26th 2021, 7:46:11 am
Continuation of Daily Free-Write October 24, 2021: Castles and Crinklebutts pt. 3
Note: This story is very horny for no reason. So expect just an increasing amount of kinky shenanigans as time goes on. I apologize in advance...
"I guess, maybe the changing table?" asked Krevin, looking about as confident as he sounded - which was not at all.
"Okay, you head toward the changing table. You can get there walking in two turns, or you can get there in one turn at a sprint - but you will have to use your extra action to do so."
"Uh... uh, I guess I'll sprint?"
"Okay, you sprint. There are some toys and things in your path, do you try to avoid them?"
Krevin looked carefully at the layout of the nursery. He saw a row of big cribs in one direction, the craft area behind him, a big locked door opposite the doors they had come in from, and in his path, some seemingly harmless toys - a couple of rocking horses, some brickos. He remembered what Brandon had said about traps in the nursery and decided it was best to avoid getting too close to anything. He ended his turn with his hand firmly on the changing table, hoping that he had chosen right.
Next came Barry, who was still silenced with his pacifier in his mouth. He might have gone to help Sam, except he had problems of his own. Without the ability to give voice commands, he was having a devil of a time getting the two Kobolds to leave him alone and stop playing with his loincloth, especially the toy one. He pushed away at them but the more he pushed, the more they wanted to nuzzle him. The other guys looked on with their mouths agape as the two Kobolds began to coax Throbdor's mighty throbber out of it's resting place and started taking turns engulfing it.
"Hnnnnff!" he said, his eyes nearly crossing in pleasure as he toy used its permanently smiling mouth to engulf him to the hilt. Barry's own cock had magically snaked out of its pants and was throbbing there in the open, as if it were being manipulated and teased just like his character's.
"Oh my god, that's so perverted," said Sam, absentmindedly playing with the hard-on in the front of his pants.
"Yeah," muttered Harry, who found himself involuntarily thrusting into the cool slick inner lining of the stuffed bear he was wearing. He felt lucky that the stuffing was more than enough to hide his own throbbing erection as he watched his friend get violated by the two subby kobolds.
Brandon tried to get a hold of the situation, by prompting Harry to take an action, but he was so distracted himself that he never got more than one or two words into a sentence before trailing off.
Just then, the door to the garage opened and Brandon's mom poked her head in. "Hey, boys, how's the game goin'? Do you want any snacks?"
"No, mom!" said Brandon, in an almost panicked voice. "Not now! We're in the middle of something!"
"Okay, okay, geez. I was just askin'. What about-"
"No, Mom! Not now."
"Alright, alright, you boys have fun," she said, shutting the door again.
"Geez," said Brandon, his heart hammering in his chest. "That was a close one, I-"
"Ahhhhh!" moaned Barry, as the Kobold riding his cock sat down hard and his real cock began spurting into the air all over. It was a gusher of almost comical proportions, voluminous and forceful enough to leave slime all the way up the front of his shirt from his belly to his chest, and even some onto his face where his pacifier was.
Seeing his friend seed the kobold and his own chest, Harry lost it. He let out a muffled howl as he squeezed his eyes and thrust his hips forward into the fluff that was pressing around him, unloading his own gusher directly into the teddy's inner lining as he watched his friend paint his own face with baby batter. Barry was too blissed out to even move his face out of the way, and as the semen dripped down and over his lips, the pacifier fell out of his mouth.
"Ohhh, gods, that was... wha? My pacifier! It's gone!" Barry's face lit up and he sat up in excitement before he realized what his mouth had been filled with instead and began spitting it out. "Ptoo! Ptoo! Gross! "
A red ten minute timer appeared over his head.
"Ugh... somebody get me a towel... What?" He looked up to see what everyone was staring at. "What the heck?"
Some additional text had been added to the status of his pacifier. He wiped away some goop from the game screen and read aloud.
"Cursed pacifier will be temporarily removed for ten minutes when certain conditions are met. The countdown will start as soon as those conditions cease to be met."
"Conditions? What conditions? I had sex... is that the condition?"
"No," panted Harry, whose heart was still slowing down as his muscles contracted to force the last dregs of seed out of his balls and into the teddy. "No, it's not... It was... you know... The timer started when you spit everything back out..." Barry's eyes went wide with realization.
"Oh... oh gods... no..."
Muskarella's voice echoed over the nursery. "That's right, Throbdor. And I'd say you just about emptied your balls until the next long rest, wouldn't you? Don't worry, though. I'm sure your friends would be happy to help you out if you ask nicely."
Barry's face went bright red as he looked at all of his friends and then down to the pacifier that had landed in his hand. He shook it off as best he could.
"We gotta get out of here, pronto," he said.
"Uhh... that was your action," said Brandon, looking around. "Hold on... did my mom just come in?"
The other guys looked at each other for a second, and then everyone made a dash for the door into the house, but to their disappointment, it was firmly locked. Muskarella's laughter was even louder this time.
"Silly boys. If you hadn't been so horned up, you might have gotten out of Muskarella's dungeon easily. Oh well. You won't get another chance like that before you're all trapped for good, so you'd better work together before it's too late."
The guys looked at each other with a sense of dread hanging over them. What would that be like? Being stuck in a nursery dungeon forever?
"Oh, it wouldn't be so bad," said Muskarella, as if reading their thoughts. "Muskarella is sure you'd be very happy. You're already having so much fun, aren't you? And there's plenty more where that... came... from. Hahaha!"
"Guys," said Sam. "I'm running out of time on my timer here. Somebody wanna come join me?"
"Right," said Barry, heading back toward the game table. "Head in the game. Throbdor uses the rest of his movement to head toward the changing table..." Brandon was breaking out in a cold sweat. This game was suddenly higher stakes than he could have imagined. Still, he was the castle master and he couldn't give anything away, even if it was spelled out plain as day in his magically altered notes.
"Alright, you can move 25 feet. Do you go straight or try to avoid the-"
"Yes, I try to avoid the obvious toy traps," he said.
"Okay, very well," said Brandon, mentally cheering inside. "You're a little more than halfway there. You should reach it no problem on your next turn.
"I guess it's my turn, then," came the muffled voice of Harry, who was barely finished enjoying the afterglow and yet already horny and starting to thrust into the plush padding surrounding him again. "Unff.... I, uh... I walk toward... Uh..."
"Oh, gosh, watch out, Harry," said Barry. Sam, too, was alarmed as was Brandon, but none of them could do anything as Harry clumsily lumbered forward at half speed before losing his balance and crashing directly into...
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