Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (highly recommended books .txt) 📕

the pent-up energy from worrying about his friends, he pounded her mercilessly. Unable to contain himself any longer, the orgasm that had been denied him for so long built up inside his body, and he unleashed it inside of the blue fairy.

“FUUUUUCK!” she squealed, her body expanding like a water balloon.

Mike grunted, shoving himself inside of her again, a second blast making her breasts expand to comic proportions. Her arms flailed wildly, and she opened her mouth, blue light escaping from it. Mike groaned, leaning back in his mushroom chair and releasing the fairy.

“Oh shit,” he said, staring at the high ceiling.

Cerulea slowly slid her way up his shrinking shaft, her stretchy body forcing her to pop free. Mike’s cock glowed blue with her fluids mixed with his own, and she collapsed in his lap, lying in a pool of semen and glitter.

Breathing heavily, he found himself getting sleepy. “You okay down there?”

“I’ve never been better,” she replied. Her whole body was coated in semen, but she didn’t bother to clean it. She slowly deflated as she absorbed his cum, glowing like a tiny star. Mike ran his fingers along her belly affectionately, and she pushed herself into his touch. “Let’s wait for the others to come back. Then we can go find your friends.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

MEMORIES AND MINOTAURS 

The sudden shift in time and position was disorienting. One second, Beth was on the first floor of the Radley house, the world spinning around her. The next, she was running along a busted bridge, her legs not quite right beneath her. She tripped, colliding with someone else on the bridge, and they tumbled off together. Once she hit the cold water, her synapses fired all at once, restarting her brain and giving her full control.

“Beth!” A hand swung out, grabbing her wrist, but the water swept them apart. She felt the pull of the swirling water and took a deep breath. She was yanked under and tumbled wildly along the river bottom, bouncing off the smooth stones. She curled her feet up and covered her head with her arms.

When she was younger, her father had told her that if she could hold her breath underwater for more than two minutes in the ocean, Poseidon would turn her into a mermaid. Obsessed, she’d spent hours practicing in her tub, joined the junior swim team, and learned how to snorkel with her cousins on the coast. By the time she’d been able to hold her breath that long, she had long ago learned that her father had been lying. That still hadn’t stopped her from diving down thirty feet and waiting for two minutes, hoping to see Poseidon emerge from the depths to grant her her wish.

She couldn’t hold her breath for two minutes anymore, but it was more than a minute before she was able to break free to the surface again, gasping for air. She took a deep breath, holding it in despite the fire in her lungs, allowing her body to bob to the surface. Floating on her back, she used her hands to push herself off the stone walls. The river split, and she kicked herself toward the route that widened out, the water’s flow ebbing. Lying on her back, she stared at the rocky sky, marveling at the giant stalactites.

“Where am I?” she asked the ceiling, but it was too far away to answer her.

She floated this way for some time, a watchful eye on the shore. She was missing a period of time again, but something was different. She hadn’t just woken up in her bed, an entire day gone. No, she had been running from something, which suggested that she had not been in control of her body.

Or had she? Either she had a split personality or something else was going on. Her eyes on the river ahead, she spotted a small outlet and kicked her way toward it. After crawling onto the rocky shore, she rolled onto her back only to feel something pushing into her hips. Shifting her weight, she realized that she had a bag strapped to her body.

“What the fuck?” Sitting up on the rocks, she slid the bag around to her front. It looked like a miniature messenger bag. After unzipping it, she reached inside.

“Gah!” Her fingers had touched something hairy and wet. Standing up, she tossed the bag on the rocks, waiting for a giant rat to crawl out. Nearly a minute passed, and she was about to try again when the bag moved on its own. She held in a scream. The last thing she expected to push its head out was a creepy doll.

No, not just any doll. It was the one that Mike had given her. The doll hopped out, pushing its rumpled red dress down in an attempt to flatten it out.

“I…don’t suppose you know what’s going on?” Beth asked. When the doll nodded, she didn’t know whether to be surprised or not. “How…how did I get here?”

The doll walked toward her, and Beth took a step back. The doll stopped, holding up one arm like it wanted to shake hands. Reluctantly, Beth knelt, tentatively touching a finger to the cold, wet fabric.

The entire world popped, and Beth was standing inside of a house. On closer inspection, she realized that most of the windows and doors were painted on. A chill immediately traveled up her spine.

“Hello?” Wandering from room to room, she realized she was in a replica of the Radley house. Making a beeline for the stairs, she was headed for the front door when she saw the woman standing over by the hearth.

“Oh, please, no…,” Beth whimpered, staring at the bedraggled figure. Her long hair covered her face, and her red gown was soaking wet. She was the epitome of every evil thing waiting to crawl out of a well, or television, or whatever, eager to drag Beth to hell.

“Don’t run,” the figure said, remaining still. “I need to tell