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The tower was dark, obsidian blocks stretching up in an unbroken expanse into the sky; outside it was like a pillar of shadow frozen in time. Inside it wasn't much different. The light came from dark iron wall sconces that flickered with an unsettling green flame that cast everything into shadows. There wasn't much to see, they had crossed the vast entrance hall and stepped into the waiting elevator, the bronze gates had clanged shut and now they were busy rising up into the darkness above!

Quinten watched as yet another chamber slid past, the grill allowing them to see into the dimly lit gaming area. This one looked like a massive chess board, with rows of strange bug like creatures with black or white chitinous exoskeletons standing perfectly still in the assigned places for the pieces. After a few seconds the floor passed and Quinten relaxed, that was the fifth game level they had passed and they had stopped at none of them. Picking mud out from between his toes Quinten shrugged his shoulders and pushed his heavy dreadlocks back and regarded the others.

They were all a state, covered in mud, clad in tight fitting latex shorts and matching harnesses that criss-crossed their torsos. At least the air was cool in the tower, which made a change from the sweltering humid swamplands. Flicking a lump of mud away he leant back and stared at Marcos, "So you are sure you have no idea what happened to Shy?"

"None," the goat said with a heavy sigh, "I told you, it was all going to hell, I did the thing like you taught us too but Shy was just gone when we all re-appeared."

The hare frowned and ran his fingers over the intricate glowing tattoos which were just visible beneath the mud covering his stomach, "We need to be careful, we only have two uses of this left..." his head came up and his ears twitched as he regarded Sefra, "Double so now we know someone has somehow circumvented it..."

"What's the range?" Flinty asked as he sat forward, "I don't really understand this magic in full, could they have taken Shy out of range?"

Sefra shook his head then sighed, "I don't know, maybe... there is no range limit for those of us wearing the designs, but I guess... everyone else it could be possible to avoid the spell?"

"Maybe..." Quinten looked over as another floor slid past, this one consisted of an octagonal chamber with a large crystal dome in the middle of it, "We need to be really careful about using those last two charges..."

"Yeah," Marcos murmured, "I can't believe how many we have gone through what..." he cut off as the elevator started to slow down and everyone scrambled to their feet as it rattled to a halt and the bronze grill clanked open. The host was waiting for them, its large, dark rubbery wings spread wide as the smooth, featureless black and silver helmet regarded the party.

"Welcome everyone," it turned, cloak swirling gracefully about its ankles, "Follow, the final game awaits, my Master shall be your opponent."

A glance at everyone else and Quinten stepped forwards, glad that these damn games were soon to be over. Morty fell into step beside him and offered the hare a brave smile before peering into the gloomy chamber opening up ahead of them. A massive game-board of raised platforms filled the chamber, each stepping stone a pace away from each other forming a large twenty by twenty grid. The space between each platform was filled with sluggishly curling green fog and six short sets of steps led up to six of the platforms and across the tiles, standing silently and still in the centre was a tall figure.

They were dressed much like the host; body shrouded in swirling black satin robes, head covered by a black helmet that was shaped in the form of a wolf's head, complete with pointed ears and a grill at the front that managed to resemble a snarling teeth filled muzzle. He was intimidating, they never moved just stood perfectly still, cloak covered arms by their sides, looking straight ahead.

"Up you go," the host gestured, "The Dark Knight awaits, he shall play you all in his signature game."

Quinten frowned dubiously but mounted one of the steps and stood on a platform which immediately illuminated with a soft white light beneath his feet. The Dark Knight didn't move, and the bunny idly thought about releasing one of his tattoo critters; they could fight their way out of this and skip the game. He looked over at Sefra, trying to catch the moonblossom bunny's attention, he was two stations over, past Morty and Flinty but he was peering back at the host as he started to circle the board.

"The game is simple," the host declared, "On this tone," there was a loud chime that reverberated through the air, "You will all move as one, you can go forwards or sideways, never backwards, you may also not occupy the same square as a fellow player. Though you can move onto a space they just vacated."

"Ok," Nido shouted, "Seems simple enough, now what's the trap?"

"No trap, it is quite simple," the Host shouted back, "After you move the Dark Knight will move, he will step forwards or sideways and he cannot see you. Unless you are on a stone that is adjacent to him at which point he cannot help but see you."

"What, happens when he catches us?" Morty asked quietly, the dog's tail drooping, "That all sounds too easy so far."

"Well of course there is a forfeit," the Host said, raising his arms wide, wings buzzing with a rustle of satin, "If the Dark Knight catches you, you will be removed from the game and earn a forfeit of his choosing.

Quinten frowned at the Host, tugging on his dreadlocks uneasily as he regarded the game board, "What else are you not telling us?"

"Oh just two things, there is a very simple rule, if you go forward, you must go sideways, if you go sideways you must go forwards on your next turn. And watch out, the Knight can move backwards, but the time for such discussions are over, begin!"

With those words the chime sounded, echoing across the vast chamber and after a moment of hesitation everyone moves forwards by one step. The chime sounded again and startled everyone moved sideways which was the cue for the dark knight to then glide forwards. There was no sign of feet, he just glided in silence, the fog curling around each platform coiling and swirling in his wake. The players then got to move twice more, forwards than sideways and then every turn after that was the players then the Knight. Move... then move... step, step, it soon became clear that they had made some fundamental mistakes by all moving together in the same way at the beginning.

It was the 10th move and the Knight seemed to hesitate, looking straight ahead and then turned smoothly and walked forwards onto the adjacent tile. Green mist flowed all around and Flinty frowned in alarm and then Nido shook his head, "Well fuck.... Be careful Flinty come towards me..."

The poison bunny moved forwards, Flinty shook his head and sighed, "I can't, I think we fucked up I have to move forwards!" and true to his words the Fox stepped forwards, the platform lit up as everyone else finished moving and the Knight walked forwards again. With Nido to his right and with no more board to the bunny's right Flinty had to go left as Nido went right... then forwards, he immediately went back one to his right but the Knight was moving in methodical steps.

Four moves later and the Dark Knight stepped forwards, his arms spread wide, satin cloak swirling forwards to engulf Flinty. The fox tried to lean backwards, to move out of the way but he seemed rooted to the spot. The helmet tipped forwards, looking at the fox and then green mist billowed forth. Flinty squealed, his head snapping back in shock and then he was gone. The chord struck for the next turn, the players had no choice but to move and Quinten winced as the Knight moved sideways by one move which left him two moves away from the forest bunny.

"We've fucked this Sefra," he shouted, raising his hands, the clock-faces styled over his ears starting to glow, "We need to restart this and think about our strategy."

"There is no restart," the Dark Host shouted from their vantage point, "You have no choice but to continue or you will all forfeit."

"Do it," Sefra shouted as the chime sounded and everyone held position as Quinten's body art glowed brilliantly. There was a momentary flash of light, a lurching sensation and suddenly everyone was back at the start of the game.

"...And watch out, the Knight can move backwards, but the time for such discussions are over," the dark host was saying then he paused and frowned as the Dark Knight's head turned to regard him. He then took a step forwards, leaving the catwalk at the side of the board and stood on the central tile down the right hand side. "It would seem you have cheated," the Dark Host said in a stern voice, "As such the Dark Knight has decreed the stakes of this game will therefore be triple."

As he finished speaking another host stepped onto the central tile on the left hand side of the grid. They were dressed in the familiar flowing black robe, smooth, mostly featureless helmet except for the large, long beak at the front that suggested an avian of some sort. Their head turned silently and stared at the players and Quinten hung his head in despair and glanced around at the table.

"Ok everyone, think about your moves, we can do this... we all have to be careful," the chime sounded, the game began. Two player moves, then the three Dark figures moved, two more player moves and the Dark hosts moved with the Knight moving last... It was a disaster, seven moves in and Nido and Morty were both at risk and there was nothing they could do. The chime sounded, the players were compelled to take their moves and both Nido and Morty stepped into the welcome, satin embrace of the Dark Hosts. Green mist poured out of their robes, saturating the purple bunny and mohawk sporting peruvian dog. Their cries echoed long after they collapsed into the swirling green fog and then with effortless ease the three helmet wearing figures moved again.

Forewards, sideways, forward... Marcos, Flinty and the two bunnies moved, Marcos was being chased by one of the hosts, it was literally a single tile behind him. Quinten was in jeopardy up until the moment the Dark Knight went left instead of right, this left his exit clear and the forest guardian hurriedly took his next turn. Flinty and Sefra were in danger however, there was a Host directly in their path, left or right, right or left, forwards and left... Sefra jinked around the edge of the board, Flinty stood to the left of the Host and both of them sighed in relief as the Host walked forwards. Flinty turned to take his move and froze as he found himself staring at the figure of the Dark Knight.

He had been so busy focussing on avoiding the Dark Host he had lost track of the Knight, he spread his arms wide, waiting... Flinty shook his head and whimpered, "No... no way... I refuse...." his feet betrayed him however, the compulsion was so strong, he had to move, he was ordered to move and with a whimper he stepped forwards into the wide open embrace of the Dark Knight. His cloaked arms swept around him and Flinty emitted a scared whimper as that satin brushed over his body before the Green mist poured up around his feet. He gasped in shock as his latex clothing dissolved, the mist reduced his tight clothing to a fine spray of dark dust and his cock jolted out of its sheath in a second.

Eyes wide as the thick green fog poured around him and his body reacting in a most unexpected way Flinty threw his head back and yipped loudly! Every muscled trembled, his back arched involuntarily and his balls contracted and he came! Thick ropes of his sticky fox seed jetted out of his cock, melting into the fog before it touched the Dark Knight and then darkness swept in to claim him; his body collapsing into the green fog.

The others watched Flinty vanish, they couldn't see what was done to him inside those encompassing, robe covered arms. They just heard his startled cry and then nothing as he vanished into the swirl of green fog. The Dark Knight then stood straight and took a step forwards, gliding onto the next tile. Sefra, Marcos and Quinten exchanged worried looks and then moved... moved... and then all three of them left the grid on the same turn. There was a chime and as the three survivors moved together the far wall slid open revealing a set of brightly illuminated stairs.

"You have passed," The Dark Host declared, "Despite your cheating you have passed and thus the path to the master is open, proceed!" His words were a command and without any hope of delay the three moved through the archway and started up the stairs. They could not use their last reset, Flinty, Nido, Morty they were as lost to them as Shy, all three agreed they dare not use their remaining charge of time magic with the demon just ahead.... They had no choice but to go on and hope they were skilled enough to triumph over this final foe.

-0-

Stumbling forwards out of the green mist Flinty fell forwards, his knees thumping heavily against the black sand that covered everything. Catching himself with his hands the blue fox groaned, his dick was still spasming, jets of thick fox seed splashing over the sand as the orgasm that green mist had produced continued to ride through his body. He couldn't stop it, just gulp down deep breaths of cool air as his body shuddered and spent itself. Whatever that mist was it was potent, powerful and with a last groan Flinty rolled away from the sticky patch of sand to lie on his back.

"What the fuck was that," the fox groaned, pressing one paw to his head, "That was... oh fuck me now what..." head tilted back Flinty stared warily at the creatures crossing the sand to stand in a circle about his prone body. They were bugs, black bodies of gleaming chitin segmented in strange ways giving them two legs, four arms and a blank black face. Their mandibles were visible, twitching and shifting below large green compound eyes but the rest of their features were just smooth black vinyl topped by long, drooping antennae. No wings but they had big abdomen instead of tails and as Flinty sat up warily, ready to run he saw that each of them had a strange pattern, a shimmering moire of lights spread across their upper body.

"What are you?"

The fox never got an answer, the bugs turned smartly and pointed their abdomen at Flinty and unleashed a stream of thick liquid that splattered across the fox. Flinty yelled as he was pulled down under the weight of thick vinyl, it oozed about and under his body, dragging him down as it hardened and cocooned him. In seconds the outside world was gone, the fox buried under the gooey, slippery mess. Still struggling Flinty suddenly discovered movement but only in the directions of thick goo wanted. It allowed him to pull his knees up, to roll onto his side and assume a fetal position, trying to move in any other direction just met with resistance, a solid wall of immovable slick vinyl.

Flinty didn't panic too much, he was ready to activate the reset, he'd started to formulate the thoughts to trigger the spell when all his ideas went sideways. A new voice started chittering inside his thoughts and the shell of vinyl around his body turned back into liquid along its inner edge. Vinyl oozed around his body, slick, gooey, invasive... he choked on gunk pouring down his throat and cried out as it forced itself into his rump. Struggling against the attack Flinty tried again to reset but every thought he had was invaded, the chittering, hissing, clicking thread insinuated itself into his thoughts. He felt like he was being pulled apart, his memory, his actions, dissolving into the chattering hiss and click of those other thoughts. Slowly the fox stopped fighting; his thoughts were not his own, the last fleeting glimpse of identity and self collapsed into the embrace of the chattering thoughts that were now him.

A thousand bodies, a single unified will subservient to the Dark Knight, he watched... they watched through many eyes as the new cocoon twitched and rippled. Shapes were moving beneath the surface and Bug watched in satisfaction as parts of the vinyl cocoon unpeeled slowly. Their new body stood up on hind legs, four arms stretching wide, chitinous exoskeleton gleaming with a sticky layer of wet vinyl. Their new self was ready, they were Bug, nothing more and this body belonged, whatever thoughts had operated it before were no more, it was a part of them. In time it would be no different from the hundreds of other bug bodies it possessed, there was no point remembering what it had been, now it was just a part of them.

-0-

Morty rolled forwards with a startled bark, large fern leaves and vines slapping against his smooth chocolate brown skin as he tumbled out of the mist. He landed with a thump, upside down against the trunk of a large tree and lay there dazed and confused staring up at his cock. For a moment he seriously thought about sucking himself off, it was right there above him and he even leant up and lapped at it with his tongue, tail thumping back and forth at the taste.

Then another scent interrupted and with a groan the dog rolled onto his stomach and looked around, trying to find the source of that beautiful smell. Looking around the dog brushed a lock of his shaggy orange mohawk out of his eyes and started to move towards the bunch of hanging flowers encircling the glade. They were gorgeous, heavy looking purple and green blossoms that hung off the vines looped about the trees. Wandering over Morty looked up at them and smiled then pulled a large orange bloom down and stuffed his snout in it.

The stamen tickled his nose but he didn't care, they were amazing, the smell, the texture, the feel of them brushing over his snout, it was gorgeous. He barely registered when the flower contracted around his muzzle, tightening against his smooth skin and pulled him upwards. He was forced onto tip-toes, panting into the warm, humid space inside the plant as he felt long tendrils ooze themselves around his legs. They were smooth, slick and gentle, caressing his skin, sliding over his shoulders, binding his arms down to the wrists. He didn't mind as long as he got to keep inhaling that beautiful scent the dog didn't mind what happened to him or how it happened. Morty didn't even stir as he was lifted up off the ground, the orange flower tugging at his muzzle as he was pulled upwards.

He woke with a star as the flower pulled free of his muzzle then barked in alarm as he plunged head first between the curving petal walls of the waiting pod. The vines snarled about his arms emerged from the dark interior of the ovoid looking pod and Morty followed them inside as they retracted. Shaking his head, trying to clear the last dazed confusion caused by the damn flower Morty started barking, kicking his legs and desperately twisting his body from side to side in an attempt to break free.

He didn't have much luck however, the slick, inner walls of the pod rolled gently against his body, thick slime oozing over his smooth skin. The vines about his legs unravelled as his hips sank into the pod and the vines clinging to his arms pulled him deeper into the waiting plant trap. Inside the air was muggy and spiced with a sickly sweet scent. It made his head spin and his cock slide back out of its sheath where it had retreated to rest. Morty's leg's cleared the plant and his arms were pulled apart, the vines tightening like chains or shackles to drag him flat against the wall of the pod. Shaking his head and trembling Morty scrabbled about with his feet, trying to dig his claws into the slippery, tough membrane of his prison. They splashed about in thick goo that filled the dark depths but his blunt canine claws were hopeless against the tough rubbery material the plant was made from.

Something clamped about both of his feet, a heavy, slick, wet, semi-solid mass that rolled up over his ankles and pinned him against the walls. Whimpering Morty opened his mouth to shout for help only for something slick and bulbous to press up between his jaws and wedge itself into his throat. The sap that poured out of the intruding phallus poured down his throat and he felt something slick and oozing invert itself across his dick, slippery plant like material slipping around his knot and sealing itself to the base of his dick like a living, twitching, undulating condom. It was too much, the scents, the tastes, the liquid pouring into him left Morty twitching helplessly as as the thick sap filling the bottom of the pod started to rise. It didn't take long to creep up around his waist and continue upwards, submerging the trapped dog entirely in a matter of minutes. As the sap closed over his head Morty shuddered, an orgasm bursting out of his dick as his knot was expertly massaged by the plant. It was all too much, the dog couldn't do anything but shudder and shake as the plant anchored itself about him and claimed him as a toy. With one last muffled whimper Morty passed out, his stomach gurgling with the invasive sap, his cock already being worked up toward another orgasm... he was well on his way to joining the ranks of the plant people who served the Dark Knight but he'd not get to discover that until he woke up again. There was never any going back from being made Kasvane.

-0-

Nidonocu stumbled forwards, pawing at the thick satin drapes that swayed all around him trying to find a way out. Every curtain he parted, every heavy drape that slid across his body as he scrambled under it led to more dark cloth. Shaking his head in confusion Nido staggered to a halt and looked around warily at this strange prison, the floor was satin cloth, the drapes stirred in breezes he could not feel. Dropping down into a crouch the poison bunny took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, he'd been running since he wound up here after he was caught on that game board.

He had to stop, catch his breath and try to come up with a plan to get out of here. He was naked, alone and he'd just lost the game against the Dark Knight which meant... well he wasn't sure what it meant. Looking around at his surroundings Nido pushed his way past a thick black curtain of heavy velvet. It was different to all the others, smooth against his fur, inviting and with a gasp the bunny froze as it came free from the ceiling. Heavy black velvet fell all around him, pouring down out of the dark ceiling to engulf his body, heavy folds sank across his arms, bunched along his chest and fell to the floor on either side.

Nido tried to push the heavy fabric off his body but it moved with his arms, swirled about his feet and clung to his shoulders, refusing to come loose. Growling Nido tried his claws but they just skittered uselessly over the fabric covering his arms, he was about to try his horn when a bright beam of purple light stabbed out of the darkness. At the same time the heavy robe contracted, tangling about his feet, forcing his knees to bend and his arms to spread out to either side. Choking as the fabric cut into his neck Nido had to lean his head back to breathe and found himself staring up at the inside of a dark helmet.

Descending from above the hard shell of black and purple metal turned slightly to reveal the magnificent purple horn and big bunny ears. Shaking his head Nido tried to move, tried to escape the encompassing grasp of his robe. It was impossible, he was well and truly stuck, the collar of the robe contracted, holding his head still to allow the helmet to slide down over his head. Cool metal across his cheeks, clamped around his ears and horn and with a gasp Nido found himself staring through the eyes of the helmet at the outside world. He didn't have long to enjoy it however, as soon as the helmet locked itself in place against his throat a new presence oozed out of the helmet into his brain.

Shuddering Nido moaned, tilted his head back and spread his arms wide as green mist boiled out of the smooth fabric. As the sudden burst of mist faded Nido clambered to his feet, robe swirling about his body as he glided toward the exit. He had duties to perform, the Dark Knight required his Hosts to manage the games, for now his duty was to initiate a new game out at the beach, it was to be a glorious contest of strength. For now there was only the game, the will of the Dark Knight and the game sphere, for what he had been was of no matter, he was a Dark Host.

-fin