Best. Haul. Ever. - Pt. 1

>Orphan youth in the big city
>Raised in a thieving group who took you in when you were small when one of their thieves caught you picking his pocket.
>Get trained in the art and skills by experienced thieves, your good looks and charm giving letting you be a Face and your talented fingers and painstaking concentration allowing you to become one of the best lockpicks in the city by the age of 13.
>Make cash trailing after adventuring groups who need a good trapsmith and locksmith you hire on with.
>The current group you are with are pretty experienced. Some handsome Order paladins and a few young Order priests. They are nice enough, but the preaching is getting annoying. Still, they paid well.
>Examining a ruin nearby rumored to be full of undead and other horrors that are preying on nearby villages.
>Not the worst situation you've been in, but as long as you stay behind everyone... it should be okay.
>End up watching in horror as your group is dismantled one after another by powerful, dangerous undead. The young Priest who you made friends with being held against a voluptuous Vampire. Her mouth is on his neck, and her hand is rapidly stroking him as you stare from the shadows.
>His eyes meet yours as you see the Paladins fall to beautiful Wights that move faster then anything you've ever seen.
>'Run...,' he weakly calls to you.
>You do just that. Your skills are effective, and you can slip past the hunting Monsters using your wits and the shadows.
>Just as you are about to reach the exit tunnel, you find yourself found and chased by leering skeletons whose eyes pierce the gloom and can see you. You run for your virginity, only to find the floor falling away underneath you.
>The skeletons above pause at the edge of the pit, then awwww. Then walk away as you fall into darkness.
>You wake up in a room, aching and wondering how you survived. Strangely, the only object in it with you... is a large treasure chest.

>Get to your feet, look around. Look at chest. Like hell you're going to fall for that.
>Begin searching the room, trying to find any way in or out beyond the fall from above.
>Quickly find nothing... if there is a secret, you simply can't find it.
>Turning around, thinking... the chest has moved to face you. Quickly drawing a dagger, you stare at the chest.
>You have a staring contest with the keyhole, and lose. Sighing softly.
>Walking forward, you suddenly leap atop the chest and sit on it's lid.
>'Hey. I know your in there!' Thumping on the side.
>Inside there is a sound, and the lid struggles to open. You hope Mimics are like those the gators in the river. Powerful biting power, but little strength to actually /open/.
>'To start off with... no one leaves a big treasure chest at the bottom of a pitfall.'
>Muffled complaints come from below you.
>'Second, you are totally over-designed. That lock? No one makes locks like that anymore. Any thief worth his salt could pick something like that in under a minute!'
>More muffled complaints.
>'I mean... you could at least keep up to date,' you gently rub one of the hinges of the chest. It quivers slightly. 'You could also have a better setup, I guess. The Vampire let you set up down here because you made an effective trap? Experienced rogues aren't just going to fall for it though. Not all alone like this... I mean, if you want to catch greedy fools, put yourself with a bunch of other treasure and wait until they come for you...'
>By now the chest is opening and closing lightly under you. Really straining. You hold on, even as you look over and see the teeth on the edge of the mimic's lid.
>'I'm not going to just let you eat me, you know. I want to get out of here. You want to catch more donations. Come on... I'll let you open and we'll talk... ...I'm sure we can come to an arrangement..'
>The lid pauses, then lowers with a thump.
>'...One knock for yes, two knocks for no? ...I can sit here all day you know.'

>...Knock knock.
>You sigh, prepared to sit there until she gives up. But then after a moment... there is a single knock.
>'...Okay. I'm going to get off now. But I'm armed and dangerous! Don't expect me to go down without a fight!'
>Crouching on top of the chest, you rise, and then leap away as fast as you can. Landing in a roll and coming up with a dagger in hand.
>The Mimic stays closed for a moment. Then slowly opens to peek out. A pair of eyes look out from the fanged lid at you, and then the lid explodes back and a beautiful girl rises from the fleshy interior
>She is older then you in form. Full breasts and short hair that clings to her back in a fan. Her chest is covered in a halter top and her insides are... pink. Disturbingly fleshy pink. A long tongue slowly licks the along the fanged maw, and with an air of haughty arrogance the Mimic looks at you.
>Narrowing her dark eyes, she crosses her arms under her breasts and glares.
>'Well?'
>You blink. Right. You're supposed to be the confident adventuring rogue.
>'R-right. Sorry. Just never seen one of your kind before. I mean, I've heard stories but...'
>She smiles slowly, 'Oh ho? Little boy likes what he sees? ...You know, you could have it, if you just come over here...'
>Raising your knife you point it at her, 'No! None of that! Stop it! ...I may be a young, but I've lived on the streets all my life. I know monsters and I know what you want.'
>She leers, leaning forward slightly, that thick tongue sliding across her midriff, 'Hmph. And what do you think you can do to stop me from taking what I want?'
>Narrowing your eyes, you flip your knife around in your hand and position it to your neck. Just seeing you do that brings panic to her eyes, and she raises her hands and loses her haughty look.
>'I'd rather be dead then some uncaring monster's semen slave for the rest of my life. Or worse, your meal. Mimics /eat/ people.'

>Looking terrified, she quickly tries to reassure you, 'No no! We don't! I won't! Just don't hurt yourself... please?'
>The please is hard to hear. There is loneliness there. You remember what it felt like being alone. Before your current family took you in and got you off the streets. How long has the vampire kept her down here?
>'...I won't have to if you don't try anything. Look, I'm reasonable. I just hired on with those Order thugs to make some coin. I don't got anything against monsters. I'm just a street rat trying to get by.'
>She calms down a little, sitting back against her lid and studies you. '...For such a cute boy, you got some guts. I expect guys like you to be all submissive little pets... but you're something else, aren't you?'
>Smiling your best smile, you nod. Careful not to nick yourself with your knife as you do so. You only just started shaving with it, and it would be terrible to end here. Especially by accident.
>'Well, the way I see it... I'm trapped down here. There isn't a way out except for the trap door above. You're also trapped down here. How long has it been since someone stumbled down here?'
>The lovely Mimic girl pauses, then sighs, 'Too long... I've been abandoned.'
>'Vampire thought it was key to have a mimic in her lair or something?'
>'Yeah. She is all about style. Or was. Said she had to do everything "by the book", whatever that means. Vampires are crazy.'
>You share a laugh, but then you inhale, 'Are you strong enough to climb out?'
>She pauses, '...Maybe... Last time I tried the Vampire had me thrown back down before I got out.'
>'...She is busy with her new acquisitions. I just had some Skeletons chasing me out, nothing but zombies and other brainless things up there.'
>A new light of hope sparkles in her eyes, '...So whats your plan, cute little rogue?'

>'Easy. You get me up, I lower a rope and help pull you up and we get out of here.'
>She narrows her eyes, '...Right. Like you wouldn't just leave me down here like the rest of them.' Her jaw hinge creaks ominously, and her tongue drools out the edge of her chest.
>'Hey!', you snap. 'I'm a thief, not some scummy Order paladin! If I swear by my family's code, I never break it! Ever heard of Honor among Thieves?'
>She looks surprised at your words, then smiles, 'Well. Swear then...'
>You pause, then say, '...Do you promise not to... yannow... until after we get out? This won't help either of us if I'm taken away by the vampire's minions and you're dropped back in here...'
>She considers you, eyes sliding over your lithe, young body. You know you are cute. Its gotten leers. But thankfully your guild-mates have kept you safe. Still, you've heard of the things that happen to young men in certain parts of the city. Nothing you ever want to experience.
>'...I promise. As long as you get us out. ...Anything that happens after we're safe is something else we'll have to negotiate. I'm /hungry/ you know!' She looks rather angry as she says this, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting out her chest.
>You swallow, knowing you're probably not going to get out of this. Sighing, 'Alright. Hope you don't mind virgin meat.' You say this with a sigh and a smirk.
>The look in her eyes as you say it makes you wish you didn't. 'You're a virgin too?! ...Oh I'm just--' She begins to slide toward you, propelled you don't know how.
>Backing up, you press the knife to your neck enough to make her stop, 'Hey! Hey! FOCUS! ...We're not going to be able to make any money, or get you any food, down here. ...When we get out, we'll talk.'
>The mimic, her stare rather intense, snaps out of her lust enough to to nod, 'A-alright... Swear!'
>You blink for a moment, and pull your knife away and nod, 'I swear on my family's honor. I'll help you escape in exchange for you helping me escape.'

>Upon swearing, you put your blade away.
>The Mimic smiles, then suddenly she throws herself at you. Extending herself from her chest, her arms go around your neck and that thick tongue wraps around your hips. She tugs you to her chest... both of them. The feeling of her body is inescapably warm, and the touch of her tongue across your butt is both disturbing and arousing.
>'Oooh... I could just eat you up, pretty boy...,' she says, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up from her large breasts as you feel your legs bump into the front of her chest. Your cheeks burn and you realize that if she wanted to go back on her deal, she could. And there is nothing you can do to stop her.
>'R-remember the deal...,' you stammer out, blushing hard. She leans down, her haughty face taking on a more tender expression, as she brushes your cheek lovingly.
>'Did you think I'd forget? ...Don't worry, sweet boy. I'll treat you right. And don't worry, I won't hurt you... I won't even bite.' A beat. 'Hard.'
>She tugs you up and inside of her chest, the teeth scrape past your shins, but not too painfully. Your feet sink into the fleshy softness inside her body, and thick tendrils begin to wrap around your legs.
>'Mmmm... smart, cute, and a virgin. I got an amazing catch, didn't I?,' she murmurs above you. Stroking your hair as her tongue and the tendrils taste your body. The mass of sensations make you hard in very short order, but its more the embrace that does it then anything. Its been a long time since anyone held you like that. Particularly a beautiful woman. The desire was always there, but you've always hungered inside for someone to lovingly embrace you... not to sleep with you... but just for the reassurance of pressing close and hugging. You think briefly back of the vague memories of loving arms that once held you like that, but your parents died very early on, leaving you alone.

>You lean into her, and she sighs, 'Mmmm... someone is enjoying this a little too much.' The feel of her hips in your hands is pleasant, and her breasts are pillowy soft and so warm. 'Save it, lover boy. We have to escape first...'
>'...R-right. What do I do?'
>'...Hold on. I'll get you up there...'
>The darkness above is pretty deep. You have no idea how long you fell, but judging how uninjured you are, it can't be that deep.
>She releases you from her embrace, and thick tentacles wrapping around your legs push and raise you up and up and up. Pausing only when her face passes your crotch. She pauses to nuzzle, but then gives a little moan, 'Mmmmnf. This is a big strain. But I think I can manage!'
>'D-do your best.'
>You are propelled upwards, pushed by the tentacles holding your legs like fleshy sheathes. Your head hits the trapdoor sooner then you expect. It can't be more then ten feet up. You yelp, 'Ow!'
>'What happened?,' she calls out with worry.
>'Hit my head on the door. Just... keep me steady.'
>'A-alright. But hurry up. This hurts!' You can tell she is straining by the sound of her voice.
>You quickly feel around the trap-door. Its a simple mechanism. You know the type. There is a moment and then a click. The doors fall loose into your hands. 'Okay, lower a bit...'
>She does so, straining a little. Tiny whimpers are coming from below. You wonder at the limit of the flesh inside her trunk. But clearly she has alot of tentacles inside there. Oh this plan really is insane isn't it?

>You open the trapdoors, letting them fall and gently hit the walls. Then, as she raises you back up, you scramble for the edge and, with a soft wet sound squelch like pulling your feet from the mud, you draw your legs free of her and scramble up and gasp. Panting with the exertion.
>'Whoa...'
>Below, a whimper of pain can be heard, and her voice calls out, 'That hurt... oooow... I'm all stretched out inside. I got to stuff myself back in...'
>You laugh softly at the mental image, but then you think. The exit is beyond. You could get up and run away now. You could escape and never look back. It'd sure be a story to tell when you got back home.
>As if reading your thoughts, the mimic below calls out, '...Hello? Boy? Are you going to throw the rope or not?' The sound in her voice is... lonely. Painfully lonely. It hurts your heart inside to hear it.
>Reaching down to your waist, you take out your trusty coil of silk rope. Arachne silk. Accept no substitutes.
>Below, the Mimic is starting to get more frantic as you don't answer, '...H-hello?! Say something! Boy! ...Little thief? ...don't tell me you just ran away and left me...'
>Smiling to yourself, you tie a harness quickly, and rolling over, you look down with a smile. 'It's okay, I'm here!'
>Her smile when she sees you melts your heart. 'Thank the gods... I was so scared!'
>Giving your best dashing rogue smile you hurl the harness down to her as you grip the other end. 'Hey, treasure. I'm a thief, not a jerk.'
>Catching the harness, she studies it a moment after sending you a radiant smile, 'Treasure... I like that. So what do I do with this?'
>'Lay it out and slide yourself into it. Its tied to fit right around a box your size. ...I'm a thief, yannow. You got to know these things.'
>She oooohs, quickly working herself into the harness. She seems surprised by how well her boxy body slides into it. Looking up, she smiles again at you.
>You're starting to like that smile.

>Walking back, uncoiling more rope as you go, you walk around a pillar and, using it, you begin to pull. You hear her laugh from below, 'That's it! I'm rising!'
>Its easier then lifting the crates of smuggled goods back at the docks you work at for your thief family, but still, even using the pillar... you got to put some muscle behind it. Turning and holding the rope over your shoulder as you wrap it around your arms, tucking them tight in front of you... you begin to walk forward, using the power of your legs to draw her up the short fall.
>As you are about to reach the trap door, you see her pop up out of the trap door, her chest thumping against it. She is using her tentacles and arms to guide and push herself up and out.
>Once her chest is sitting on the stone, you fall to your knees and laugh. 'There! Promise kept!'
>To your surprise, her gentle embrace gathers you close again. Her breasts soft against your cheek as she kisses the top of your head. 'You did... you really did...'
>Smiling, you shrug, 'Honor among thieves. ...You know, Treasure. I think we could pull off some interesting heists...'
>Her laughter bubbles up as you say that, 'Mmmm. You're such an adorable little thief. ...I think I like the sound of that!' She tilts your head up, and she is leaning down to kiss you when you stop her gently, 'W-wait...'

>You are blushing hard, knowing what is expected, and she smiles smugly at you, 'What? Virgin nerves?' She teases.
>'No... we're still in the ruins. Lets get out of here first...'
>She blinks, then bursts into laughter, sinking back into her chest. Smugly crossing her arms under her chest. 'I'll hold you too that, little thief.'
>'Call me ****. And I'll call you Treasure.'
>Beginning to follow you towards the exit, after gathering up your rope. How the hell is she having such smooth movement across the ground anyway? You'll have to ask.
>Her hand slips into yours, and her tongue wraps around your inner thigh... thankfully not making it too difficult to walk. 'Mmmm... your Treasure is going gobble you up, my virgin thief...'
>You grin, warm and happy as you step out into the light.

>Best haul ever.