Xotoj commented at 2024-01-16 05:43:55 » #2858591

"Proof of Concealment
Having gone ahead of the others, the Thief, after a long trek, made it to her target destination by nightfall. Selected for her infiltration capabilities and skills at remaining undetected, she was tasked with rescuing prisoners while the rest of the team was diverting attention. As she approached the castle, she took notice of her surroundings. Soaring above were various winged beasts looking for their next meal, or in some cases, a little mischief. Being spotted by a single one of these would put a halt to our heroine's plan, but the Thief had no intentions of getting caught.

The winds started howling and dust littered the air - a sandstorm was brewing. She started to cough before stopping herself. Making any sort of noise would alert the creatures to her presence. Fortunately for her, a part of the ruins nearby had an entrance that led down inside. At least until the storm concluded, she decided she would hide herself inside them. Making a break for it, she dashed towards the opening and slid down the sand covered stairwell.

*Thud!*

The steel door she collided with vibrated back at her, echoing all the way back outside. A couple of faint caws were heard in the distance. They knew where she was, and she knew they were coming. Panicked, she hastily tried opening the door in front of her. It wouldn't budge. At the top of the stairs, eyes locked onto hers, were two winged beasts. They began their descent.

*Pound!* *Pound!*

"Come on! Open up!"

*Pound!* *Pound!*

*whooOOSH!*

With one last push, she stumbled through the doorway and into darkness. The door slammed shut behind her. Now collapsed on the ground, she took a moment to regain her step, but something was off. Besides her own, she could hear another, stifled, breath right next to her. With trembling hands, she lit a nearby torch.

"aaaAAAHHH!!"

Within mere inches of where she lie, panting heavily, was a chest mimic. A slimy tentacle shot out of its mouth and towards her leg, sliding up and coiling around it. Reaching back towards the door, she made a desperate attempt to escape. It wouldn't budge. On the other side, the storm had created an immovable wall of sand, sealing her away inside the tomb with this horror. With her free leg, she tried kicking the tentacle off the other one, hoping the tight grasp it held would release itself. Infuriated by her resistance, the creature let loose a roar - its saliva flung through the air and coating the heroine in sticky ooze. As the slimy, corrosive substance stuck to her body and began to melt her clothes, she let out one final scream before being plunged headfirst into the monster's maw.

In this realm, chest mimics aren't known for killing their prey. Instead, they pump their host full of eggs so the host can survive, letting the mimic harvest the girl's juices to sustain itself for eternity. Despite how it looked, both parties benefited from each other's presence. For the monster, a new treasure, and for her, a new purpose. " -Story from Pixiv source

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