Escape of the Dragonling

I have no idea how long I have been in this dungeon. It was a few weeks when I first arrived and had to navigate my way out of the rooms. Each room represented an obstacle to overcome, and each room required me to gain strength. Now that strength I had, but I didn't want to be here anymore.

The problem was, the traps in this place were designed by the best minds in the world. There was no logical way to get past them, so I would have to use my newfound strength to power through it. Unfortunately for me, this meant pushing myself beyond the breaking point over and over again until I could barely breathe or walk. But there's no other way out of this place.

I have read all the signs and memorized all the traps. There's only one room left: The Dragon's Lair.

The door to the Dragon's Lair creaks open with a wet squelch as if something were trying to keep it closed but couldn't due to whatever was inside. That thought sent an icy chill down my spine, knowing what is inside of there: The dragon! It took me several days at the end of my strength just to get here, but now I am standing right in front of it's home with nothing left in me. I can't go back, can't get any more food and water, and if I don't do this now then I'm dead anyway. So with a loud sigh, I step inside and close the creaking door behind me.

It is dark here, darker than any other room in the dungeon that I've seen so far. Even though it is pitch black, every inch of my skin feels as if it is being caressed gently by someone who knows exactly where to touch me in order to drive me wild with pleasure. A wave of euphoria washes over me as my entire body tingles with excitement...but that soon fades away as I realize that not only am I not getting stronger from this experience, but I'm getting weaker instead! My muscles are weakening as if they are melting off of me and being replaced by something soggy and limp that hangs loosely on my bones like wet rags hanging off a clothesline on a hot day.

Panicking, I stumble forward into what feels like mud that clings to my legs and face while making disgusting squishing noises as my limbs move through it. The thing on me pulls itself over my face like a blanket before wrapping around my shoulders tightly like a straitjacket binding my arms together uselessly against my stomach while forcing its way down into my clothes filling them up with something cold and slimy that flattens out beneath my shirt until it reaches my groin area where it makes its way down between my legs where it enters me like a knife piercing through butter until it comes back out from between my ass cheeks where it squeezes its way out from between them only for more of it to flow into its previous location until there is nothing left inside of me at all except for air which quickly exits through both ends with a loud farting noise while also causing several chunks of shit to shoot out from between my legs onto the floor around me while also spraying piss all over the floor and walls around me causing what sounds like laughing laughter laughter laughter laughter laughter laughter laughter laughter laughter laughter laughter...

I wake up screaming for help when everything suddenly goes silent except for heavy breathing on both sides of me until two small hands clasp themselves delicately over both ears on either side of my head while cooing softly into them until only silence fills them once again before disappearing abruptly along with whoever put their hands over mine...or maybe these are still theirs? What if these aren't even hands but some kind of tentacle monster living inside of me? This thought sends shivers down my spine straight into the nether regions where things suddenly feel very warm indeed! As if on cue a low groan begins inside of me like a volcano about to roar back into life after years of dormancy before erupting loudly into a bass-like rumble that vibrates throughout every inch of my body causing goosebumps everywhere which causes another eruption louder than before that causes more goosebumps everywhere which causes another eruption louder than before that causes more goosebumps everywhere...before repeating ad infinitum each time even louder than last one! The cycle is repeated many times before ending abruptly leaving nothing but silence once again...but not really silence because there is something else going on now that seems familiar yet different at the same time: An internal clock slowly counting down from ten seconds until all hell breaks loose once again! This cycle repeats multiple times each time increasing slightly in volume before ending abruptly leaving nothing but silence once again...but not really silence because there is something else going on now that seems familiar yet different at the same time: An internal clock slowly counting down from ten seconds until all hell breaks loose once again...again!