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One fine night in the kingdom, the monarch walked out onto the fancy looking balcony. Even though he had nice hard hooves they didn't make a clopping noise on the floor as he walked. It seemed a little dark, until the king's conical and tri-coloured horn glowed, lighting up the nearby torches with a sweet flame. The small cyan lights provided a nice ambiance as the unicorn-man smiled, looking over the landscape. It was just as his father had told him. How when he was a child, one day, all of this would be his. (When he inquired about that shadowy place, his father had said "What did I just say?" rather than explain that it was the elephant graveyard they were supposed to avoid.)

"Oh it looks like we may have had a few visitors," the unicorn said out loud to nobody in particular.

The stars were falling from the sky. Thankfully they would be replaced soon enough. There was no shortage of candy in this land. He put his fingers together, surveying the landscape. Shame it was a little too dark to make out the finer details.

Finally, there was a swishing noise behind him. The unicorn turned around, viewing a rather out-of-place looking human. He'd appeared out of nowhere, or so it seemed.

"TMC, good. I take it you've lead some visitors in just in time for the star-shower?"

"Of course," the human said. "Can I remove the costume now?"

"Well duh," the unicorn said. "Let me go over to my magical crystal mirror and view what's going on. How many do you have today?"

"Six, King Saccharum."

"Oh good. Let's see where they landed."

The unicorn walked into his room, right in front of a large mirror. He smiled with delight, plopping down onto a very exquisite looking chair. With a small wave of his hand, another less fancy looking chair slid over to the mirror.

"Magic mirror that knows all, show me the visitors six, and what they are doing."

Just before the reflection faded, King Saccharum saw TMC pulling at the zipper to his human disguise, followed by a few rather frustrated 'baa'ing sounds. He stood up and walked over to the creature removing the costume.

"It's stuck in your wool again?" Saccharum asked. "Hold on, let me help."

"Thanks," TMC responded.

"Now let's see where they are going first." The unicorn said, helping the creature unzip his suit. "Be ready for a good night's entertainment."

The human costume fell to the ground, revealing just what the creature was underneath the suit. Just like the unicorn King, he wasn't human at all, rather some kind of anthropomorphic ram. However, he was made entirely out of candy, just like the castle he was inside right now.

"Right," he said, gently stroking over his curved ice-cream-cone horns. "Let's see where they are."

He walked over to the mirror, taking his seat next to the king's own private chair. Just like a set of security monitors, the mirror's view had split into six segments, each showcasing one of the "visitors". The king relaxed for a bit, all of them were stuck inside the remnants of one of the train cars.

"Oh good." The king said, snapping his fingers again. A table moved over in front of his chair, showcasing a map of his kingdom.

At first it was two-dimensional, just like any other map. However, it started to grow. Small bumps erupted from the surface, the larger ones forming mountains and hills. Small trees poked out of the taffy "ground", forming dense forests and isolated trees. Buildings slowly inflated, including the centerpiece of the candy kingdom itself - the castle of sugar.

Finally, small game tokens appeared, no more than a few inches tall. The king looked to the "sky" of his strange little Candy Kingdom playset, looking over the tokens that had appeared: a moth, an eagle, a strange black feline looking creature, a very fat turtle, a greyish and cyan-coloured dragon, and a rainbow-coloured gryphon.

The six pieces scattered across the board, falling to the appropriate places their real life counterparts had landed. The unicorn smiled, looking over his detailed diorama of the candy kingdom. Perfect.

"These ones will have to be grounded." Saccharum pointed at the moth and the eagle. "I do believe I like what will happen to them. Better hope that this one," he pointed over at the fat koopa, "won't eat EVERYTHING edible he sees. You got a good batch, TMC."

"Thanks. I try," the ram said.

"Now, let's watch the show.

~ ~ ~

"When I find where that stupid koopa has gotten to, I am going to make him swallow his own feet. Then I am going to pull them out and make him kick his own ass with his feet."

Pheagle emerged from the overturned train car with several loud cracking noises. What was left of the small tourist train car had cracked into pieces. Pheagle brushed graham-cracker crumbs out of his feathers as he looked around the area.

The first thing he noticed was that everything seemed to be much more brown (Even moreso than most modern video games!), and he had a faint scent of chocolate in the air. Pheagle took several steps around, hoping that there weren't some kind of devil dogs that would nab him for stepping where he wasn't supposed. After what had happened during that stupid tour, he couldn't exactly be faulted for walking around to try and find a way out of here.

There was a loud "THUNK"ing sound next to him. Pheagle turned his attention to his right. He nearly jumped when he spotted what was inside the small crater. The eagle immediately looked to the sky, seeing several more bright lights in the night sky. Instinctively covering his head, he started running to get out of the way, looking for shelter.

A lot had happened to lead the Philadelphia eagle into this situation. Pawpy had talked him into going on some three-hour tour into some other dimension. (The fact that it was a three-hour tour was probably a warning flag.) The guys all got into some kind of a train that was made out of graham crackers with oreos for wheels, and it seemed to travel in the air on some kind of a holographic train-track.

Then all of a sudden, the train fell to pieces with them in it. It wasn't because Pawpy got hungry and started eating the seats (They were probably stale anyways.) It was because of some kind of Konpeito star shower. He remembered it almost too well. Well enough to suddenly have a flashback. But now wasn't the time - more and more stars were falling from the sky.

Eventually, Pheagle made it under some kind of a building. Just as he expected it was a house made entirely out of candy. However, it actually wasn't made out of gingerbread like he had expected it to be. It was instead made out of some kind of chocolate, dark chocolate at that.

A youth spent listening to fairy tales had taught him better than to try breaking off a piece of the house and start eating it.

The eagle waited, leaning against the house. Maybe there was somebody inside he could speak to and get some help. Or maybe he could just wait out that star storm before he could spread his wings and catch Pawpy and get payback for all the various things the koopa had done to him all at once. Maybe there was some kind of giant cherry he could beat him with.

Unbeknownst to the bald eagle outside the house, the house he was listening-in on was in fact inhabited. The candy witch was busy resting, though soon something appeared inside her perpetually bubbling cauldron.

"Haggy... Haggy... HAGGY! HEY! WAKE UP!"

The witch still continued to sleep. Meanwhile back at the castle, King Saccharum put a finger to his chin. He had seen where the eagle had fled to, the house of the candy witch. She seemed to be sleeping - at least, that's all the unicorn could tell from his view from her cauldron.

"FREE PIE!"

Immediately the witch hopped out of her bed, still in a rather cartoonish nightgown. She immediately pulled her wide-brimmed pointed hat over her head and walked over to the cauldron. It seemed that the king had wanted her attention for something.

"What is it my king, because I shall bring you anythi-"

"You really do not need to rhyme," The unicorn's visage said in the bubbling cauldron. "You happen to have a visitor outside."

"Oooh a visitor, shall I turn this one into a candy treat even if that is no small fea-"

"RHYMING," Saccharum ordered. "I believe you know what to do... ground him. He has wings."

"Perfect. I will certainly get him."

The witch changed into her black dress, and listened for the visitor outside. There was a small thunking noise at the roof. She neared one of the still closed windows and spoke very loudly.

"Nibble nibble little mouse, who is nibbling at my house?"

Outside, the eagle looked over at the window. He couldn't see anyone looking back at him. Pheagle just shook his head, maybe whoever was inside the candy cabin was crazy. He certainly knew better than to eat random peoples' houses, even if they were made out of edible things.

"I said... Nibble nibble little mouse, who is nibbling at my house?" the witch said again.

They weren't fooling anyone, Pheagle almost wondered how stupid they thought him to be. He simply just stared at the window. He considered turning around, only for a star to land right on the ground right there next to him. Bits of cocoa powder from the ground erupted from the new crater, some clinging to his talons.

The witch got impatient and simply pushed open the shutters. One of them smacked right into Pheagle's beak. It crumbled to the ground with a small "plop". The witch looked to her left, then at the eagle in front of her.

Fortunately, he wasn't hurt from the shutter opening up so rapidly. Chocolate had a tendency to break easily - but even then, it had smacked him right in the face. After pulling his talonized hands away from the face, Pheagle just stared at the candy witch.

And held back laughter. Just as he expected, there was a witch in the house - but he didn't expect the witch to be wearing a black dress and a pink nighty underneath it. It didn't even cover her nighty up the whole way! He finally chirped a laugh at the witch.

"Hey! What's so funny? You broke my shutters! Do you know how expensive it is to get chocolate shutters?"

"I didn't mean to break them - you opened them up on my beak."

"Well look at the damage done by the star storm and now that!" The witch said.

Pheagle simply rolled his eyes.

"Listen, I'll just be leaving now."

"Not so fast," the witch said. "Cocoa powder that makes the soil, start wrapping his feet in aluminum foil."

Just as Pheagle raised his foot to walk away from the crazy witch, he heard some kind of crinkling noise. Then his feet started to feel a little heavy, yet numb. Pheagle put his raised talon back on the ground with a small thud. He tried to bend his toes, only to find that they didn't respond to his commands.

All he could see was that his feet up to his lower feathers were wrapped in some kind of aluminum foil. It looked almost golden, like what you would see in a pack of rolos. He lifted his numb and stiff foot again, trying to find out just what the heck that witch had done to him.

Out of bile curiosity, Pheagle pulled at some of the foil surrounding his foot. His beak dropped nearly fell to the ground the second he saw what was underneath. No, it couldn't be. Careful not to scrape himself, he gently stroked his ankle with a finger. He still felt his finger against his skin, but it didn't feel like skin. It felt like something much more smooth. Like chocolate.

"You can't walk out now!" The witch nagged.

Pheagle immediately turned around, somehow maneuvering on his stiff feet. The witch smiled once more, as she held her hands out to the eagle. All of a sudden, he felt himself stiffened just a little bit.

"This shall keep you from escaping. Coming up from the cocoa soil, cover up his legs and his tail with foil!"

Then, he felt the squirming around his waist and below. Pheagle struggled against this strange sensation, only to find that he was completely stiff from the waist down. He glanced down at his feathery legs. Now they were completely encased in foil. And he knew just what was happening underneath that foil. He pulled his arm, curled his talonized hand into a punch, and then threw it at the witch.

She actually held out a finger, somehow stopping the punch dead in its tracks. The last thing he felt before it went into that strange callous like sensation was his fingers locking up, keeping them in a fist. His forearm felt surprisingly stiff, yet limp. He tried shaking his arm - somehow that strange chocolate was attached to his body, and thankfully didn't flop around or break off. (That would have been horrifying.)

"It's funny when they struggle. Cover up BOTH his arms and his wings!"

Pheagle didn't even have a chance to spread his wings before the foil encased them. His entire right arm went numb, then his left. Pheagle couldn't even close his fingers on his left talon. His elbow had locked into place - he couldn't even bring his hand up to his face just to survey the damage. He was trapped in front of the witch, essentially only able to stare forward at her.

His heart raced, stomach churned. This was surprisingly grotesque, he didn't think he'd feel this unless he went on a sugar rush chasing a candy football around. The witch simply smiled, before climbing out the window and standing in front of him, bringing her hand over his football jersey.

Pheagle wanted to shy away from her touch, yet his wings and the stiffness of his appendages didn't let him do it. His heartbeat started to slow down, as foil covered his entire abdomen. He tried harder and harder to take a breath, accidentally chirping a few sounds of alarm. His lungs were being constricted by this chocolate shell! No wonder he couldn't move - it wasn't a chocolate exoskeleton after all.

The football player waited for death, yet it didn't come. His world didn't go dark, he felt himself unable to breathe. And yet he didn't asphyxiate. He didn't die, some kind of magic was keeping his head alive. The witch simply smiled, stroking over the eagle's beak.

"You'll still be able to see and hear... once someone removes the foil from your body. YEEE HEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!" The witch cackled.

Pheagle's beak was squeezed shut by the encroaching foil. It wrapped all around his head. He didn't even have the time to shut his eyes before his world seemed to go dark. Pheagle tried with all his might to move... yet he couldn't. He was stuck in darkness, underneath that candy foil.

"Dark chocolate eagle, I like it," he heard the muffled voice of the witch say.

Pheagle suddenly felt his rigid body tilting. He was being carried somewhere - but he couldn't tell where. After what seemed like an eternity, he felt himself standing under his own weight again. He still couldn't see what was happening. All he could tell was that the witch had said something, then walked away. Now he was stuck - a dark chocolate eagle.

The witch walked into the house, looking right at her bubbly and fizzy cauldron. She gave thumbs up to the unicorn king on the other side.

"Good work, Haggy," the unicorn said. "We saw your performance. He didn't even struggle... I certainly hope that the fat one or the moth comes across the eagle."

"Do I have to turn them into chocolate, too?"

"Nah, we have... plans for them," the unicorn said.

~ ~ ~

When the star shower hit, Chaz thought he would have been lucky if he escaped to the rear of the train. He somehow managed to outrun that football player eagle and the dragon. Unfortunately, he was the only one to make it to the caboose of the train before he was thrown against the wall.

The caboose plunged through the air as it fell off the track. Chaz couldn't tell just where it was headed; everything was spinning. He couldn't even flap his wings to get himself stabilized properly.

Finally, there was a loud cracking noise, followed by a crumbling, as the synthetic life form was nearly crushed against the wall. His left antenna thankfully wasn't harmed at all. Chaz mumbled and groped around the remains of the caboose. It had landed on its side, bits of graham cracker already on the ground, more crumbs fluttering to the ground. He stood back up, making sure his leather collar wasn't scratched - and most importantly, his sandals.

Fortunately, the sandals could take much more abuse than that. Initially, Chaz though it would have been a good idea to just wait inside the caboose for someone to come by and rescue him. Maybe there was some kind of a telephone in the car that he could call for help with.

As the GMO took a few steps, he heard a loud cracking noise. This didn't come from above him, like the others. His head darted towards the floor at what this was. Darn it, he had stepped right on the classic telephone receiver. Then again, he probably didn't do much to break it. Just like the rest of the train, it was made entirely out of graham cracker.

That left him with the next best option: Escape from the caboose and look for some kind of person he could ask for help. The rear door had thankfully swung wide open on its hinges, the shock of the impact swinging it beyond the limits of them. Keeping his wings down as much as he could, Chaz climbed out through the cracked doorway.

While he was flying off the road from the star-shower he hadn't taken much time to notice just where he had landed. It looked almost like he had landed in some kind of a colourful landscape that seemed to twinkle a bit in the night sky. It seemed almost like the stars had landed right on the ground itself, sticking to the gelatin (or was it pectin?) landscape. Chaz walked right over to the nearest bump on the ground and rubbed over the grainy textured thing. Several bits of white crystalline material fell to the ground, bouncing off of his sandals.

He knelt down and picked it up. It definitely looked to be like some kind of crystal. Bigger than anything he had ever seen before. Against all common sense, he held it close to his muzzle and stuck out his tongue. Sugar. It was sugar. The GMO looked over the crystal again, before giving it another brief lick. He hadn't seen anything like this before. Then again, this was some kind of candy land. It didn't exactly bend to any laws of physics.

Not that he did at all, but that was part of being a synthetic life form. Before Chaz could really get a look over the other passengers (Some of which looked synthetic themselves!) the conductor informed them that konpeito was barraging them, and then he retreated to the back. No point repeating something he already knew. Shrugging, the moth took several more steps away from the ruined train caboose.

Looking around more through the glistening landscape, he deduced that this was some kind of a mountain ridge. Maybe canyons, judging by the steep rocky walls that were surrounding him. Chaz looked up and down the walls, noticing just how high they were. Damn. Even though he had wings, it would take a while to generate enough lift to get him high enough to fly out. He didn't even see any areas on the walls where the caboose could have possibly hit them - it had landed clean in the middle of the canyon.

"Well that's lucky." Chaz said, before he shrugged again, flittering his wings a little bit.

The canyon thankfully was dry. All that was on the floor of the canyon were granulated sugar crystals. They crunched under his sandals as he walked. Thankfully, Chaz was careful not to get any bits of sugar in his sandals. It would have been quite painful - he didn't have any paw pads, after all.

~ ~ ~

"Oh goodie, sire," TMC said. "He's headed down to the southwestern path, towards the gooey gooey gumdrop puddles."

"I know that," the unicorn king said. "I can see it too."

"Well, I'm just clarifying for anyone who might have just joined us." TMC said.

"It's just the two of us in here, who else could it-"

He was interrupted as a glass was placed on the table, a small peppermint coaster forming.

"Oh! Thank you Nestor," the unicorn said. "Watch, right there."

~ ~ ~

The canyon seemed to widen, and the ground sloped downwards. This must have been where the water was flowing, back when it was full of something. Chaz stopped walking forward - unfortunately it was even further to the top now. He'd really exhaust himself trying to get out of this canyon now, and he couldn't see any sign of habitation along the edges of the canyon.

"Great, just great," Chaz said, taking several more steps into the widened canyon. He didn't know how long he had been walking at this point.

However, he heard a small noise at his feet. He stopped dead in his tracks, after something seemed to tug at his right foot. Chaz guided his eyes down to the ground, trying once again to pull his foot away from whatever it was. He jumped a little when he saw it. There was a puddle of neon green goo on the ground - and he had stepped right into it.

Chaz squealed a little bit and tried to pull his foot away from the goo. Several large strands of it stuck to his sandal, trying to pull it back. He pulled as hard as he could, lifting his leg up. This goop stretched worse than mozzarella cheese. After several minutes of tugging at the goo, Chaz gave his leg one big tug.

His force was just enough to break his foot free of the goop. Unfortunately, the laws of physics began to work against him. Chaz felt himself falling backwards after freeing his leg. With a little too much precision, he hopped on his other foot. Hopping on one leg, he managed to finally catch his balance again. Unfortunately, he heard another squelching noise beneath him.

Chaz looked right on down, still balancing himself on one foot. Darn it - he had stepped right into another puddle of goop. He placed his other foot down, smacking himself mentally when he heard the squelching noise. Chaz tried to free himself from this goo even more, only for it to keep on pulling his sandals back to the ground. It had to have been the same kind of sticky adhesive mess as he was in before. He tried to pull his feet out, only for them to be pulled back. Thankfully it didn't touch his fur, just his sandals.

It was even worse than last time. Chaz didn't even have anything to use as leverage. There wasn't anything for him to grab onto, and he couldn't free his feet to prop them against anything. Finally, it occurred to him - he had wings after all. Chaz tried to flap his wings to get out of the goop.

At first, his wings flapped in vain for a good ten minutes. He tried harder and harder, just to generate enough lift. His muscles burned and ached, but maybe if he could get enough, he could kick himself free from the gooey sugary strands.

Finally, Chaz felt himself lifting off of the ground. His sandal straps dug into his feet just a bit, but he didn't mind. He didn't want to lose these fancy sandals after all. If only there was somebody else nearby to cut the strands away, he could simply hover and then find some place to sit and clean that goo off of his sandals.

"Just... a little more!" he monologued a bit, straining his flight muscles to flap harder and harder.

Unfortunately for him, the goo pulled back with a vengeance. He fell right down to the ground, wings flapping uselessly in the air. Chaz lost his balance, the goo rushed right on up to his body. He shut his eyes, extending his hands to catch himself. No no no! Not the face! Anything but the face!

The goo squelched as his hands touched it. He fell to his knees, both of them being sucked in by the goo. Chaz panted, trying to catch his breath. His muscles were really going to ache the next day - if he ever got out of here. But now he was stuck by more than his sandals. He tried to pull his hand out of the goo - maybe if he could at least grab onto the ground, he could pull himself out, using the stickiness of the goo to hold on.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried; the goo kept pulling his hand back down. Chaz yanked his right hand up to try and pull the goo off. Unfortunately, he accidentally thrust his other hand in, as it traveled up to his wrist. The goo went all the way to his cuffs. Chaz simply grunted. Now it was ruining all of his clothes!

He sat there for a few minutes, occasionally wiggling around to try and get himself out of this glue trap. There was a sudden tingling around his left wrist though. The goo felt like it was running up his knees, invading his sandals. He felt the goo on his right arm sucking up past his wrist, touching the leather cuffs.

"Oh-OH DEAR GOD NO!!! NOOOO!" Chaz screamed, thrashing violently in the green gooey mess.

However, it didn't do much good. He thought he was being dissolved - it was some kind of a goo critter! He tried to struggle as hard as he could to get out of this neon puddle; only it started to pull him down faster and faster.

Eventually, his entire body started to go numb, as the goo left him with only his neck and wings above the surface. He tried as hard as he could to at least struggle. Chaz screamed for help as hard as he could, before the goo invaded his mouth. It tasted like... lime? Toffee? What was it? He couldn't tell.

Then he was sucked completely under, antennae wiggling around. It wasn't long before they went under the surface. He waited any second for death. Any second now, he would asphyxiate.

But it didn't come. In fact, he suddenly felt... like he was suspended in something. Chaz opened his eyes. Everything was green. That lime-toffee mix never left his mouth for a second. Suddenly, he felt a floating sensation. Before, he had felt like he was sinking into a non-newtonian liquid. But now it felt like water. Experimentally, he moved his arms, and they moved with little resistance.

Maybe he could finally get out of here! He appeared to have gotten his second wind - in an anaerobic environment, ironically enough. He thrashed as hard as he could to pull himself up. Finally, he broke the surface of this strange fluid. Solid ground wasn't too far away from him. He threw his arm out towards the ground.

But instead of a grey fuzzy arm, he saw something that looked almost like it was made out of jelly. It seemed to extend far beyond what it should have. He threw his other arm out, only for it to extend just as far as his first. He felt his jelly flowing through the granulated sugar on the ground, immediately sticking to the gelatin beneath it. He pulled as hard as he could.

With several loud squelching noises, he felt the rest of his body squeezing out of green puddle. His body felt... almost unnatural. His elbows bent at an impossible angle as he moved, and yet he didn't feel anything breaking. In fact, his legs and tail bent at completely unnatural locations, just like a fish's tail. But he was finally out of that goo puddle!

Chaz spat out the goo that had invaded his mouth. A blotch of lime jelly splattered onto the ground. He coughed again, pulling his strange arms as hard as he could off the ground. They complied, thankfully. The moth looked over himself again.

And he gasped. An air bubble pervaded his gooey interior, before popping out by his gooey wings. His entire body had turned into light-grey goo. It seemed to be flowing almost continuously. That green goo hadn't dissolved his clothes, thankfully. (Especially his sandals!) They seemed to cling to his body, being soaked entirely in that jelly - no, him.

Chaz wished he had a mirror. All he could see was a mass of grey goo, shaped just like a moth. It seemed to almost flow past his clothes - he had no skeleton anymore! He was all an amorphous blob. Well, not entirely amorphous. Whatever the hell that goo did, it had completely rearranged his molecules and changed it.

"The hell?" Chaz asked, his voice somehow coming out of his gooey mouth. "I'm... A freaking JELLY MOTH?!?"

It seemed to be the case. The more he stood still, the more he felt his goopy body seeming to flow down to the ground. He even felt his toes oozing past his sandals onto the ground. As soon as he started to move again, the moth felt his body flowing back into shape... but not before having to peel it off the ground.

Out of bile curiosity, he tried to move his sandals off of his feet - maybe he wouldn't need to be wearing them. (Though he wouldn't leave them behind for sure.) After sitting down on a gumdrop rock, Chaz tried to pull one of his sandals off.

This was met with a weird sensation of his feet seeming to stretch, just like the goop had stretched to the soles of his sandals. He let go of his sandal, letting it go back to his foot. Guess that meant his sandals would never get lost, no matter how many times they'd get stuck in something.

"Great, now I'm stuck to my sandals..." Chaz muttered.

As he sat up, he felt his tail stretching. He turned around, somehow managing to pull his tail impossibly thin. It had gotten stuck to the gumdrop now. Chaz grabbed onto his tail, hands seeming to melt into the appendage, and pulled.

With a slurping noise, the tail flew right off of the gumdrop - unfortunately, the momentum sent him right onto the floor, where he started to feel himself losing form. He started to glorp around, feeling his loose semiliqud body glorping. A grunt emerged from where his mouth was as his body started to flow back into the shape of a moth, lying on his back.

After peeling his feet off of the ground, Chaz finally started to get back to his feet... only to be slowed down by his jelly wings sticking to the ground.

"ARRRRGGGGGHHH!!!" Chaz shouted, "I STICK TO EVERYTHING!!!"

~ ~ ~

The unicorn king simply watched with a smile, seeing the new jelly-moth flow around. Everywhere the moth walked and stayed in place for too long, he seemed to become stuck to the ground.

"Gooey critters, Never was too fond of them," TMC said.

"Oh, they can be quite fun. Quite messy too. One third of the way done."

~ ~ ~

Daniel had managed to escape from the train quite easily - it didn't fall too far, and it's not like he could have gotten hurt from candy after all. The mewthree climbed out of the train, instantly looking around to survey where he had landed, and if there had been anyone else who had landed nearby him.

Unfortunately, his enhanced hearing didn't give him any clue. He couldn't hear any banging or screaming, anything to suggest a train car had detached from the main set and fell to the ground. He also couldn't hear anyone calling for help, or asking "Are you okay?". For some place that was supposed to be a beautiful land of candy, it sure seemed quiet. Maybe he had just arrived at a bad time. At least it wasn't crowded though, it probably would have been much more disastrous if a star shower had hit the train when it was full of dozens of people, rather than just six and the person driving it.

Daniel took several steps on the ground, bits of gravel underneath his scaly feet crunching. Daniel simply assumed that this was some kind of sugar, knowing this place.

Eventually, he noticed stuff on the ground, breaking up the seemingly grassy field around him. They looked like ruined steps. Bits of something white and brown. The mewthree walked over to some of these blocks and investigated them. Strangely, they felt quite smooth. A small ridge broke off of a corner. Daniel looked over the bit of block that had broken off, squeezing it in his thumb and forefingers.

He nearly brought his face into his palm when he realized what it was. It was chocolate. Marbled chocolate. Of course, why didn't he think of this before? Daniel looked over one of the pieces of marbled chocolate next to him - it was none other than the remnants of a column, like the kind you saw in the Greco-Roman empire.

Daniel spotted several more pillars erupting from the ground, all of which seemed to have been broken, either by hungry tourists, or maybe it was just some of a stylistic choice. Maybe whoever designed this place wanted to give it the feeling of a Greco-Roman ruin, so they intentionally broke up some columns and left them lying around. Blades of miniature sugarcane erupted from bits of the brick on the small set of stairs, even more coming up from the ruined road in front of him. Well, whoever designed this section of Candyland did a rather nice job at that. If he could find whoever this architect was, he would have to congratulate them on the marbled chocolate, too. Nice touch.

The mewthree looked down the path, spotting some kind of a marbled building in the distance. He crossed his arms over his chest, and smiled. That must have been the main set of ruins. Whoever crafted this ruined stairs and columns had done a great job - surely the rest of the ruined temple was that way as well. It wouldn't hurt to explore. After all, maybe he could find a bit of help.

~ ~ ~

"Follow the candy-brick road, follow the candy-brick road... follow follow follow the candy brick road," the king sang to himself.

"But, that feline reptile isn't even on the lemon-drop brick road," TMC said to his king.

"Well, it fits anyways," the king said, "You know, I have a feeling this might be a rather interesting looking one. He's headed right for Mediumoosa."

~ ~ ~

Daniel had most definitely been walking to some kind of a temple; he could see it in his sights. However, it seemed to be surrounded in a wall of hedges, not unlike a hedge maze. There was only a small passage separating him from the rest of the temple. This was rather suspicious indeed. In the starlight, Daniel could see that the temple looked to be in rather mint condition - not literal enough to be peppermint or spearmint, however. He had walked through collapsed columns and pieces of marbled chocolate that made it look like the remnants of an old city, before he entere a rather flawless looking Greek temple. He simply shrugged and continued up the stairway towards the structure, maybe there was someone up there he could talk to. Or maybe that was some kind of a gift shop where you could buy bricks of chocolate and other kinds of candy.

Daniel made sure to stop by the hedges. They certainly weren't made out of any kind of chocolate he had known. They even seemed to glitter a little bit in the faint light. He reached out and pulled a leaf off of the hedges, figuring that woudn't have really gotten him in trouble. It felt like he had a gummy candy in his hands, coated in some kind of an ionic compound or a sugar. He opened his mouth and placed the candy leaf into his mouth.

And nearly spat it out onto the ground. Daniel puckered at its acidic taste. How foolish of him, it was a sour candy. That must have discouraged people from eating the entire shrub down to the ground. He chewed the candy and swallowed it. Instinctively, his mouth produced extra saliva to help wash that taste out of his mouth. That wasn't just the mild sour candy like Skittles - this was pretty close to the level of sour that only Warhead candies had.

Daniel walked down the path into the temple grounds. He blinked as he looked around at some of the faint glittering sights in the courtyard. At first he thought they might have been some kind of a crystal, but upon closer inspection, he could see that they were actually statues.

Intrigued already, he walked to the closest statue, glittering a faint violet in the light. It was most definitely textured like a statue made out of crystal, although it didn't look like it was carved at all. Most crystals, when carved in the right way, would look a little like glass. This statue seemed to have cleavage, much like a real crystal, like the kind you would see cut by a jeweler.

It also had cleavage in many more ways than one. Daniel's ears lowered just a bit as he smiled a bit. There really were a lot of puns going through his head. The statue appeared to be of a female rabbit, standing with her thighs together, standing on the balls of her feet, and her heels turned away from each other. He made out her hands, cupping her breasts.

Upon noticing the statue was nude, Daniel looked away, smiling sheepishly. Seems these guys really did have some taste, beyond the sugary taste that was. He found himself facing another statue, and groaned loudly. Across from the lapine statue was the crystalline indigo-coloured sculpture of a sheep. Specifically, a bighorn sheep - Daniel could tell it was a male by the horns on his head, as well as the build of the statue. He seemed to be captured in mid stride, with both of his hooves on the ground, his hoofified fingers pointing downwards to grab something, and his right arm folded, ending in a balled fist. Despite leaning forward so much, the ram still stood perfectly. Or maybe it was just the plinth it was on.

Daniel noticed a faint metallic glint on the plinth. Maybe they still had some kind of an engraving on it, telling the viewer what the statues' names were. As soon as he neared it, a small light appeared at the base of the plinth, lighting up the engraving.

"The foolish ram" Daniel read out loud.

He turned around to face the rabbit again. This time, he looked at the plinth upon which the rabbit was standing. This one simply read, "The foolish rabbit". They must have been part of a set, Daniel pondered to himself.

No wonder that this section was walled off by extremely sour candy shrubbery, wouldn't want the kiddies to be seeing any potentially lewd statues, now would they? Daniel walked away from the two statues, right towards the temple.

As he neared it, he could hear a faint noise, not unlike that of running water. It must have been a fountain of some kind. He wondered just what this could have been, although he had a bit of an idea. He already chuckled at the mental image that ran through his head - maybe the statues got even more and more lewd the further into the temple you got.

However, he wasn't greeted with a rather erotic looking fountain when he entered. He certainly saw a fountain, but it wasn't what he thought it would be. It appeared to be a nude of some kind of an anthro horse, yes, but it wasn't over the top. He held a jar above his head, and water flowed from it. Daniel looked away from the horse, finding staircases that were leading up. Shrugging, maybe he'd find whoever was the ruler of this temple anyways.

He definitely had the idea that this temple was some kind of a gift shop. The lighting really gave it an artificial look. Whoever had designed the temple had given it some kind of fluorescent lighting. Maybe LED - the lights were far too modern for something like this. Then again, Daniel figured it'd make a bit of sense. After all, candles would start melting the chocolate that made up the walls, as would some old light bulbs.

As Daniel walked further into the temple, he noticed another statue, made out of rock candy. It was much wider than the others, and a lot fatter. At first he guessed it was some kind of a human, until he noticed the small muzzle and the telltale tusks. It was an anthropomorphic walrus, something he hadn't seen much of in his travels. Daniel stroked the scales on his chin, confused. This one didn't seem lewd at all. What a cockblock.

Daniel noticed something to the left of the statue, past another column of marble candy. He walked over to investigate this object - it was a plinth. Made out of marbled chocolate. It was entirely empty. That was strange; maybe whoever was creating these statues wasn't done yet. Daniel noticed some movement in front of him.

He immediately jumped up, staring straight ahead. Oh, it was a mirror. It was just his reflection. However, he could see something else moving, behind him. Violating all common sense, he turned around.

It was actually none other than a woman. She had some kind of odd hat covering her hair, making her look bald, but then again, she looked like a snake. Snakes didn't really have hair in the first place. Out of curiosity, Daniel looked down at the snake's body, noticing she had no legs at all. She slithered on a long snake-like body. Interestingly enough, she seemed a little transparent, yet flexible in a way that made Daniel think "Gummy".

"Hello there," the naga said. "I ssee you like my handiwork."

"Uh... Yeah. I do," Daniel said.

"How'd you get here anywayz?" she asked, surprisingly not giving an over the top hiss.

"I walked in - do you have a telephone at all?" Daniel asked. "I was in the train, and I got thrown into the plains when it exploded."

"Oh, ssure thing. Firsst off, can you tell me ssomething?" the snake woman asked.

She reached up to her hat, unveiling a rather colourful set of dreadlocks on her head.

"How doez my hair look?"

The dreadlocks seemed to move. Daniel couldn't say anything, as their ends seemed to point at him. Gummy worms! They were gummy worms.

For some odd reason, Daniel felt a shiver running up his spine. He felt an odd sensation at his joints, it was rather stiff feeling. Daniel looked away from the gorgon, just feeling a strange feeling at his fingers. He held his hands up to his face, as his fingers felt surprisingly numb, and stiff.

Small shiny "lines" seemed to be developing in areas around his fingers. They looked almost unnaturally shiny, even moreso than his scales after a nice bath. The fingers on his right hand locked into place. He couldn't make out any individual scales anymore, and his hand looked somewhat transparent. He could see the snake lady through his own hand.

Wait, he wasn't turning into charcoal. He was turning into rock candy! The stiffening sensation spread up his arm. Daniel grunted and grabbed his wrist, as if that would stop the candy petrification.

"Wh-What have you done?"

"I'm a gorgon, ssee?" the snake said. "I don't turn people into sstone... they turn into rock candy."

As Daniel's elbow locked into place, he took a step back, thick tail falling to the floor. He found himself leaning against the empty plinth, his heart pounding inside his chest. By now, his entire arm had turned into candy. Daniel felt a twinge in between his legs, this was oddly arousing.

"Now, let me try something else," the gorgon said with a smile as she reached out to touch Daniel between his legs.

Daniel gasped and propped himself up with his left arm. He shuddered massively at the wave that washed over him. Still shaking, he looked over his slit - what happened to his clothes?! They'd vanished, leaving him entirely exposed. He could see his reptilian slit had cracked open, exposing the tip of his cock in mid-erection. He gently poked it, sending a wave of pleasure. His cock wanted to get out... But it wouldn't! Candy didn't move, after all.

He tried to stand awkwardly, only to find that he had a hard time moving. His waist had entirely solidified into candy, locking his legs in place. Even though his thighs had remained flesh and bone, he couldn't move them. His flexible tail started to stiffen up, the candying sensation spreading all the way through.

"Wh-Why are you doing this?!"

"You know the rule of candyland," the gorgon said, rubbing her hand up to the mewthree's belly. As she did, a large crackling noise reached the mewthree's ears. Just like someone had pop-rocks in their mouth, or like some stone was being ground. She paused to let the mewthree take in the sensations of his muscles stiffening, as well as the noise of that candyfication spreading up. "You can come in... but you can't get out."

Daniel continued to resist, his stiff arm hanging out to the side. The gorgon smiled and stroked up to his shoulders, locking his free arm into place. The more she touched him, the stiffer his body felt. His flexible tail eventually stopped dead. Daniel tried to curl his toes, just so he was able to move them. He was stuck being pleasured by this sensation, but he still wanted to relish his movement.

The gorgon brought the very tip of her tail over to his legs. Daniel's heart started pounding harder as his toes started to stiffen with a loud crackling noise. He tried to bend his knees, only they had locked into place. He glanced down, taking his eyes up his erect cock long enough to notice his body. From the chest down, he had turned completely into candy.

The gorgon wasn't finished with him yet, however. His heart pounded harder and harder as his lungs stopped constricting. He was going to die, any second now. Or would he not - some of those statues must have been somewhat conscious. Both of Daniel's arms were stuck, his right hand's fingers spread, but his left hand in a slightly curled pose. To make matters worse, his hand was pointed down and slightly towards to his body. It didn't take a perverted imagination to think the new mewthree statue was going to be reaching down to his cock.

He gritted his teeth, as his heart tried viciously to pump blood through his body, but it started to slow down. His cardiac muscles seemed to burn with effort, before starting to wind to a close. It was the weirdest sensation of his life, in between the constant pressure of his cock wishing to exit his slit further. Finally, he felt himself calming down; his heart had by now stopped beating entirely. He felt almost serene, yet light-headed at the same time. He was too calm to panic. The gorgon smiled and bent his head forwards a bit, giving him a good view of his crystalline body. His ears picked up the faint crackling noise as she touched his head, the crackling noise gradually locking his neck into place. Any second now, everything would go dark, this would be it.

As he felt his jaw locking into place and his nostrils seal up entirely, he waited for death. Yet nothing happened. He seemed to snap back into clarity, no wonder he didn't die. Statues didn't need to breathe. He tried as hard as he could to move his body, yet he couldn't. He was all one piece now, no muscles or bone allowing him any bit of movement. The gorgon smiled and gently stroked over his sugary crystal frame.

"Good thing you sstopped against plinth... you won't be leaving anytime soon." She said.

Despite not having any ear bones, he still picked up the sound made by the candy gorgon. He even felt himself being lifted; able to make out the various angles his body was tilted. His feet seemed to come to a rest on the chocolate plinth below him. He couldn't move to adjust his balance - what would happen if he fell off?

His question was answered, as soon as he felt the plinth seeming to grasp at his rock candy feet. The gorgon slithered back, admiring her handiwork. Daniel couldn't move his eyes anymore, but he thankfully wasn't staring directly at his cock, all it did was tease him. He wanted to be aroused, but it just couldn't leave its quarter-erection state. He could see more of the room, namely the rest of the temple. The gorgon smiled and slithered out of sight.

Daniel couldn't turn around to see what she was doing behind him. He couldn't feel her scaly (yet squishy) hands against his body at all.

"My king," the gorgon said. "I have captured him, as you can ssee behind me."

"Good work, Mediumusa. You should rest your gummy self now."

"Thankss," the gorgon said. "Ssay, iz he the lasst one?"

"Nope."

"May I watch over the rest with you? I know your mirror has replay."

"You most certainly can. TMC, bring out the orange slice pillow."

"Right away sire!" the ram said offscreen.

"Do make yourself comfortable," The gorgon teased Daniel, "After all, you're quite the ssweet one."

He couldn't facepalm at the pun she made. Before leaving, she stopped and rubbed over Daniel's genital slit, sending another wave of pleasure through him. He wanted to shiver, but he couldn't, statues didn't move. As she slithered and slithered out of sight a small shiny inscription appeared in front of the plinth he was standing on.

"Daniel - The beginning of lust."

~ ~ ~

"Well that's half of them done," the king said. "Say TMC - the fat one and the rainbow gryphon have entered your territory."

"What? Do I have to get them now?" The candyram asked.

"Yes, you do. Put on a show for us, too."

"Will do. Wait a second - I don't want him to recognize me."

The candy ram immediately walked over to a table and grabbed a candy pineapple out of the fruit bowl. He swallowed it whole, and his body turned a yellowy colour, indicative of pineapple.

"Alright," the ram said, putting on a fake accent. "I'll get them. Let's create a diversion."

~ ~ ~

Pawpy climbed out of a crater that he had formed in the ground. Thankfully it didn't hurt at all, although he sheepishly grinned at the crater his large body had formed. He had landed in some area where the ground was made out of the same material as malted milk balls.

The koopa waddled around, looking over what he had landed in. Pheagle wasn't around at all - fortunately for him. Pheagle would likely try and force-feed him his own shell as revenge for this accident.

Eventually, Pawpy noticed a small gate of lollipops. Almost like some kind of a white picket fence. Pawpy looked over the lollipops with a smile. They thought of everything here. He guessed it certainly beat walking around a lollipop forest that one could get lost in until they managed to draw a lucky card.

Eventually, the ground changed material beneath Pawpy's feet. The floor seemed to squish underneath him, a bit like a carpet. A much more firm carpet at that. Because Pawpy couldn't see his feet at all past his enormous gut, he instead got down on his squishy belly and examined the ground.

It smelled somewhat like starburst candy, or saltwater taffy. Pawpy felt quite tempted to start eating the floor, but that probably would have gotten him kicked out of candyland.

Eventually, Pawpy thought he heard something. The royal koopa stood up and looked over at what this noise was. He could see something rather yellowy standing around - or rather, someone. Several other critters were carrying some kind of a large box.

"Alright, let's get this on the road." The Scottish sounding critter said, "The unicorn King needs this over to the castle by tomorrow night. No Konpeito star-shower will stop us."

Pawpy laughed a little to himself when he noticed the small critters. They looked to be like candy mice. Somehow comically carrying a box that was much too large for them to normally be carrying. The Scottish sounding critter's ear twitched upon hearing a laugh - apparently Pawpy had laughed a little too loudly.

Pawpy noticed the critter had turned around, revealing himself as some kind of yellow anthro ram, made out of some kind of a shiny material. Maybe it was rubber; maybe it wasn't, although Pawpy noticed some wool around his body that broke up the shininess. He immediately laughed again upon realizing what kind of candy this was. This was some kind of a candy-ram with cotton candy for wool.

"Interesting, we got a tourist," he said, speaking in his fake Scottish accent.

"Whoa-hey! I just fell off of that train about an hour ago," Pawpy said. "I'm not intending to eat anything."

"It looks like ye've already gorged yourself quite a bit." The candyram squished his hoof into Pawpy's belly. Pawpy tried very hard not to laugh at this. The ram didn't even have any fingers, just a cloven hoof.

"What? No! I've not eaten anything!" Pawpy said. "But everything looks so tasty you're lucky I haven't already eaten it all."

"I can get ye something tae eat until we have our work done," the ram said, exaggerating his accent even more. Pawpy could immediately tell he was faking it.

The ram then held out a small candy pumpkin. Pawpy looked over the candy in the ram's hoof. He didn't even bother to question where it came from or how the creature used things without his fingers.

But regardless, candy was candy. And it wasn't part of something. Pawpy immediately reached down and grabbed the pumpkin out of the ram's hoof. In a flash, it went right into his mouth.

"Wow, almost too easy," the candyram thought to himself. Gluttons were very easily seduced with such candy. A Cheshire cat grin spread across his face as Pawpy chewed on the candy pumpkin.

As soon as the koopa chewed on the pumpkin, the fat reptile smiled. It was one of those chocolate covered marshmallow pumpkins they often sold around Halloween. However, it seemed surprisingly chewy for a marshmallow pumpkin. And it wasn't even a stale marshmallow. He tried to open his mouth, only for his lips to refuse to part.

"MMMPH!"

All of a sudden, Pawpy started to hear his stomach gurgling. He finally managed to open his mouth, air flowing into his mouth.

"What the hell was that?!" Pawpy asked.

"Oh it was just special candyland marshmallow."

As soon as he did, Pawpy started to feel lighter. Almost like he was being turned inflatable. But he wasn't feeling air filling his body. It felt like he had something inside him. Pawpy poked his abdoen, feeling his own bulk squishing in.

But it didn't quite feel like fat. Pawpy blinked again, as his scutes seemed to change colour. They looked to be a fainter colour. Pawpy himself felt lighter still, yet he was still made of some kind of a squishy material. He rubbed over his epithelial layer with his hand. And then he realized what had happened.

His skin felt somewhat gritty. Squishier than normal. Even Pawpy's fingers squished against his skin, just like it was made out of some kind of a marshmallow. He squished his body around, several times. He didn't jiggle as he moved, his body seemed to be quite taut... and yet it was squishy.

"Well it seems you've become candy now!" The candyram said. "Come on! Let's head into the castle."

"B-But I'm not from here!" Pawpy argued.

"You appear to be made out of sugar now."

"And why am I a marshmallow?"

"You are what you eat," the candyram said.

~ ~ ~

The rainbow gryphon's eyes darted around the landscape. He had landed in the middle of some kind of a forest, and had landed at the foot of a tree. The gryphon looked up at the tree he had been at - the train car was right there above him.

Frysco also rubbed his hand over the tree. That was strange; he felt bits of something on the tree. He gave a closer look to the tree to find what these bits were. Strange, he got a faint smell of peppermint when he brought his beak closer.

Of course, it was peppermint bark. Frysco walked out from under the tree. A chocolate tree probably would not have been good enough to support a train car - even if the train car was made out of graham cracker. The trees made out of chocolate encased in a layer of peppermint bark weren't the only examples of edible sugary plantlife around this forest.

He noticed shrubs of various kinds around. The gryphon haphazardly pulled off a few leaves to feel over them. Some of them felt kind of like a gummy candy. Another candy leaf felt a little more like a stick of gum (thankfully unchewed).

Who was going to help him out of this mess? The gryphon couldn't just stand around and wait for rescue. The forest was so dense he probably could have gotten missed. Even as colourful as he was, he would have been lost under the dense cover of the gummy leaves above him.

Though speaking of gummy leaves, he did feel a little bit of a craving. Maybe they wouldn't mind if he ate a few leaves off of these edible shrubs. After all, it's not like he was going to be eating an entire shrub and causing all sorts of environmental damage. It was just a few leaves, these plants could survive losing a few.

Frysco placed one of the gummy leaves in his mouth. His eyes widened at the explosion of flavour in his beak. It tasted better than pretty much every candy he had had before. He pulled another leaf off of a nearby shrub and put it in his mouth. This one tasted like green apple - and real green apple, not the fake flavouring.

After he had put down four more leaves, he told himself no more. He'd had enough. He wasn't going to be found if he just ate leaves. He reached for a faint minty plant he recognized as having one of the bubblegum leaves and placed it in his beak. If he could occupy his beak with chewing gum, then he wouldn't be able to devour any more leaves.

The forest seemed to go on forever, as Frysco continued to chew on the spearmint gum. It certainly was a little awkward to be doing so with a beak, but hey, whatever kept him from eating too much candy. At least he was alone in the forest. Eventually, his ear twitched - he'd heard something.

Signs of civilization at last! The gryphon picked up his pace just a little. However, he felt an odd sensation around his stomach as he moved. It felt like he had eaten a very full meal. Frysco closed his beak and rubbed over his stomach.

What on earth, how could he be getting sick? He only ate five gummy leaves. That couldn't have been any less than half a pack of starburst. The overly full sensation spread through Frysco's entire abdomen. He grunted just a bit... until it stopped. He felt entirely fine all of a sudden. That must have just been some gas or whatever. Thinking nothing of it, Frysco set off towards the sound of civilization again. Until he felt a rather odd constricting feeling around his lower lungs, like the area around was shrinking. Taking a deep breath, the rainbow gryphon rubbed over his abdomen again.

His beak dropped wide open at what he had felt. Instead of soft feathers and fur, he felt something smooth. And yet somewhat malleable - he felt his finger actually squishing in his stomach as it warmed up. His lungs then felt even more and more constricted, before he felt all the air escaping his lungs in a massive exhale. A strange sweet scent had gone through his nose. Then he didn't breathe anymore.

By now, Frysco's entire abdomen had turned into this odd substance. He rubbed over his chest again, feeling the strange detail of his feathers sculpted in this strange hardened goo. Then, he felt his shoulders lock into place - then his upper legs. He looked down, still holding his beak open in shock.

His gum fell to the ground. Frysco tried to pull his body back together, only to feel his beak lock in a strange shock. He pulled his head back, gazing forward just in time for his eyes to lock open. The last thing he smelled before his olfactory organs turned into sugar was a fruity smell. He couldn't hear the noises as clearly - it was muffled. Like someone had stuffed cotton in his ears.

Frysco tried desperately to move any part of his body. His knees had been locked into place, leaving only his leonine paws. He kept trying to move them, only to feel all of his joints locking into place. He was frozen! Frozen and stuck!

"Unreal..." He heard another muffled voice say.

Frysco identified the figure that had walked in front of him. It was a dragon, one who had been on the tour with him. The dragon waved his hand in front of the gryphon's face. Unfortunately, inanimate taffy did not move. Jarmore tried a few more times to get a response out of the gryphon, only to get nothing.

The dragon didn't say anything, he must have been thinking to himself. Frysco imagined that the dragon might have been thinking something along the lines of "Did I just see this?" However, the dragon's thoughts were interrupted by another noise. Frysco wanted to see where the dragon went, but he couldn't move his body at all.

Frysco could see who had made the other noise, an anthropomorphic ram of some kind. The ram crossed his arms across his chest, looking over the rainbow gryphon turned taffy.

"Another inanimate one, eh?" He said, "Alright, let's get this one over to the castle with the eagle."

Frysco watched as the ram stepped out of the way, allowing more and more critters to walk over. He could see that some of them were rather short looking creatures - mostly mice, although he could see a few small lizards amongst the group.

He felt the small hands against him, suddenly tilting his rigid body. Frysco wanted to shout, as he was gradually lowered onto the crowd of critters. He couldn't see where he was going, where these things were carrying him.

"And we're off, let's get this one in a box."

The critters carried the gryphon off. From his hiding place, the dragon watched all of this, eyes widened. The candy looking ungulate looked around a bit. Jarmore froze in place, hoping that the ram couldn't see him. He even held his breath as the ram walked off away from him. When the ram was out of sight, Jarmore let out a sigh.

"These guys are creepy..." Jarmore thought to himself. Earlier, he had been dropped onto the edge of the forest. Rather than stop and eat some candy along the way, Jarmore went to see if the other train car had landed around the area. When he finally found the other passenger from the tour crew, he saw them being turned into a taffy statue of themselves.

However, he still had to figure out just what was happening. Even though it was likely dangerous, Jarmore still followed the candyram out of this candy forest. He still kept a distance, and eyed potential hiding spots in case any candy critter jumped out at him.

After a little while, Jarmore had managed to find the train tracks. He kept himself concealed as much as he could, ignoring the saccharine smell of candy on him. He noticed that the train was nearby, made entirely out of graham crackers.

He widened his eyes just a little bit as he noticed the taffy gryphon being put up into some kind of a crate, and then carried into one of the cars. He couldn't make out everything that the candy-ram was saying, but he heard something about 'marshmallow koopa'. The dragon waited a little more, surveying around to make sure that there wasn't anybody watching. He had to see where they were taking the other passengers.

Finally, Jarmore could wait no longer. He sprinted over to the train, just as it was starting to show signs of kicking to life. He didn't care if anyone saw him or not, he had to find some kind of answers. Was everyone else going to get turned into inanimate candy statues, just like what had happened with the rainbow gryphon?

He folded his wings, as he started running parallel to the train tracks. He had to find some way to jump onto the graham-cracker train. It started to accelerate, just as Jarmore spotted the end of one of the train cars. With as much might as he could muster, he hopped at the train, grabbing onto its gritty railing.

For a brief moment, his furry body started coasting along the train in the air. Jarmore gritted his teeth and pulled as much as he could, to get himself onto that train. He finally managed to get his claws digging into the bottom of the train car. He succeeded after all, much to his relief. He stopped and caught his breath, while the train continued to pick up speed. Jarmore leaned against the nearest wall, hoping that the train wouldn't make a sudden turn and throw him off. Even if Candyland didn't follow the laws of physics, Newton's laws of motion tended to be a constant in these bizarre eldritch locations.

After he had caught his breath, he started feeling around for something like a door. This appeared to be a freight train, and apart from that candy caboose that was in front of him, there probably wasn't anywhere inside he could hide. He turned around towards this 'wall' of the freight car in front of him.

Much to his surprise, there was actually a door there. Just like a passenger train, he could walk right in from car to car. Jarmore didn't bother to debate how weird this was going to be, and instead tried to see if it was unlocked or not. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, it was unlocked. He walked right into the freight car, closing the door right behind him. However, it was a little dark inside the room. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. He couldn't pick up any kind of movement inside the train, only some faint rectangular shapes. After his draconic eyes fully adjusted, Jarmore looked over some of these shapes. There was a crate - the very crate that he recognized as having the gryphon in it.

Thankfully for him, the crate was made entirely out of gingerbread. If they trapped him inside this kind of crate, he could probably eat his way out. Jarmore put his claws into the crate and started to unpeel it, as much as he could. He couldn't entirely make out the shape of what was inside, so he instead stuck his hand in.

Jarmore momentarily blushed as soon as he made out the shape of an inner thigh sculpted out of this taffy. He pulled his hand away, moving it to the sides of the crate to feel around inside - candy statues tended to be anatomically correct. He felt the telltale wings of the rainbow gryphon that he had seen before. He slid the crate a little, so he could see into the light. All of his suspicions were confirmed - that was the taffy gryphon all right.

Jarmore noticed that here was another crate inside the train. He walked over to the crate, looking over it for some kind of a label. There wasn't anything, except for the smell of gingerbread. Jarmore pondered to himself, and worked on taking the outer layer of gingerbread off of the second crate.

Once he did, he noticed that whatever was inside looked somewhat golden. He immediately suspected aurification, as he made out the faint reflections where the light had entered the shadows of the crate. Just like the subject inside the first crate that he had experienced, it looked fairly avian. He widened his eyes when he made out a few 'seams' in the golden avian - it was foil!

"No... that's what they want to do to me," he said out loud.

Jarmore paced around the train car - how could he get out of this mess. As far as he knew, three of the passengers in the train car had been turned into candy. He shuddered to think about that marshmallow koopa. They must have put that fat guy inside his own train car. There were several more other crates in here - who knew what else they carried?! The moth passenger and the mewthree, turned into solid and inanimate candy?

He was interrupted by feeling himself fall forward just a tad. The train was coming to a stop. Jarmore frantically looked around for some place to hide. He finally found a crate, and it seemed to have been opened. He dove for the crate and climbed inside it. Fortunately it was empty.

Gradually, the train came to a stop. Jarmore waited, knowing that any second now those candy critters were going to come right on in. Just as the door started to open, Jarmore pulled the top of the crate off. He figured that maybe they would realize the crate was empty - or that maybe if they started to seal him in, he could eat his way out. It WAS only Gingerbread, after all.

However, the crate started to move. The candy critters didn't open it - instead they simply grabbed the crate and started to carry it. Jarmore couldn't make out much through the small slats of this crate, only something a little bright, at this time of night, surprisingly.

~ ~ ~

"Well well, so you jumped on the train, and are coming right to me after all," the king said, looking over his small candy board, and then at the mirrors depicting what had happened to the 'real' versions of the pieces.

Through the course of the night, all the pieces of the board had changed to match their new 'selves'. The eagle had covered up in golden foil after turning to a dark chocolate. The synthetic moth had turned into a sticky jelly (And had adhered to the board quite well). The mewthree had turned into rock candy. The koopa had turned into a rather plump looking marshmallow. And the gryphon had turned into a soft kind of taffy, just like TMC.

The witch had taken the chocolate eagle over to a train station, where the eagle had been loaded up into a truck. Then she went back and talked about 'beauty sleep'. King Saccharum even looked up at the mirror, smiling a little bit at the moth getting stuck to almost everything he saw. The mirror depicting the dragon had become quite dark, but he knew why.

"So, it looks like Bloat shall be taking care of this one... but you've come all the way to the castle. How nice of you."

~ ~ ~

After awhile, the crate that Jarmore was inside had come to a stop. He waited for any signs of activity outside of his gingerbread cage to stop before making his move. He had to find out where they had taken him - and what they planned to do.

After what seemed like several hours, he finally pushed the top of his crate off. The dragon looked around the room he had been placed in. There wasn't anybody inside here, only several empty crates that had contained the gryphon and the eagle. He gulped a little at seeing the two crates - the way they were shaped, they made him think a little of coffins.

Jarmore looked around the room a little more. It didn't look like it had anything of note. There were two doors, one on the east side of the room and one on the western side. He deduced that one of these lead into wherever he was from the trainyard, and the other lead somewhere out. But which one lead where, he wondered.

Conveniently, the dragon found something on the ground. It looked to be none other than a candy coin. Rolling his eyes, he picked it up and looked over it. One side featured a unicorn's head on it, and the other featured a rather equine looking tail. Heads he'd go west, and tails he'd go east.

He flipped the coin and caught it in his hand. He looked over on what side had landed face-up to him. It was none other than the heads. Looked like he was going to head west, after all. Jarmore went to the western door and turned the knob. Thankully, it was unlocked.

As soon as he entered the small room, Jarmore's eyes widened just a little bit. He was reminded of a scene from a movie he had seen ages ago, where the characters had entered a room where everything was made out of some kind of a candy. He imagined a scene from another version, wherein the tour guide said that everything in the room was eatable, even he was eatable. (However, that was called 'cannibalism', which is frowned down upon in modern society.)

Rocks gleamed with a crystalline tinge, being made entirely out of rock candy. Lollipops were on the ground, just like small plants. Small bits of saltwater taffy seemed to be attached to green stems. Small pieces of sugarcane protruded from the ground. Speckled mushrooms protruded out.

However, the most surprising bit was something that looked almost unnatural. Jarmore looked over to the shape that had caught his attention. He gasped when he realized what it was. It was what looked to be some kind of an anthro bat, made entirely out of a marshmallowy material. He waited for the bat to make a move... except she didn't. She was frozen in place - it must have been one of the previous victims of this place.

Jarmore noticed another figure standing inside this candy landscape. It was a blue jay, made entirely out of licorice. Just like the bat, he was unmoving. Jarmore had to get out of this place sooner or later - it was unnerving him!

He picked up the speed and continued further west, hoping that he wouldn't run into someone bad. Eventually, he ran right into a rather taut yet squishy thing. Jarmore fell right back on his rear, squishing his tail by mistake. He cursed Sir Isaac Newton and those laws of physics. Jarmore looked up at the creature that he had run into, and above him loomed some kind of a gummy gator of some kind.

"Oh, it's just another victim... kinda like the koopa," he said out loud.

"What koopa?" a voice spoke.

Jarmore froze in place and looked up at the gator right in front of him. The extremely fat looking gator moved its comically large muzzle down - it was alive! Before he could say anything, the gator had grabbed Jarmore and waddled off further into the palace.

~ ~ ~

"Oh boy, it looks like I have to take care of this one myself." King Saccharum said, "Dear me... whatever shall happen." He smiled and walked out of his bedchambers, walking right to the far away wall.

Right there was his throne. Right beneath the bedroom was his throne room, and this way, he never had to worry about silly subjects sitting on the throne and pretending that they were the king. Plus, it was just cool.

The king sat down on his throne and pressed a small button underneath one of the armrests. He kept his entire body still as the throne lowered, eventually leaving his bedchambers behind. After several minutes, he viewed the rather white looking throne room. The unicorn waited, as the large doors eventually opened up, admitting a rather large looking gummy gator holding the last of his visitors, the white and the blue dragon.

"Welcome to my kingdom!" He said, standing up proudly and throwing his arms. Some confetti fell to the ground from the right, but none to the left.

"That's your cue, koopa!" a voice above him said.

"B-but they taste good!" the other voice said.

King Saccharum looked to his upper left, seeing a rather familiar looking marshmallow koopa wedged into a small chamber, having eaten the entire box of confetti. He rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit, as he turned his attention to his upper right, where Too Much Candy was, somehow tossing confetti in his fingerless hooves.

By this point, Bloat the gator had completely brought Jarmore over to the steps in front of the throne. The furdragon struggled as much as he could; yet the gummy gator was surprisingly strong.

"Well well well," he said. "So you've come to my kingdom. Are you enjoying it?"

Thankfully, the gator didn't hold Jarmore's muzzle shut. Jarmore turned his attention to the king in front of him. He didn't say anything about the nightclothes that the unicorn stallion was wearing - he was too annoyed to notice them, or even comment on them.

"I know what you've been doing! You turned all of us into candy statues!"

"All of you? No. Not at all." Saccharum said, "Silence him, Bloat."

Bloat closed Jarmore's muzzle with his wide fingers. It certainly would have kept Jarmore from trying to eat the gummy candy in front of him. The unicorn king smiled and stepped down, hooves clopping a little on the chocolate floor.

"That does happen to... some people. Except they enjoy it, nonetheless. Why, you know that Mewthree who was with you?"

Jarmore didn't want to nod - he suspected the worst.

"He's busy getting in touch with his exhibitionist side." The unicorn said, "And that moth who was also with you... He always DID enjoy getting stuck in things. Now, he gets to get stuck to himself and everything he touches! And you know that fat koopa? Now you can eat all the candy you want... isn't that right, Pawpy?"

"What?" Pawpy asked from above.

"...Well, regardless of what our new Marshmallow Koopa says... Corrupted Candyland only transforms those based upon what's in their hearts. You know, candy hearts."

Jarmore struggled to speak, but the gummy gator's thick hands were a little too strong.

"In fact... I want to see what's within your own heart. It's been a little while since I've transformed anybody into candy myself. Bloat, drop him."

"As you wish," Bloat said, as the fat gator dropped the dragon to the floor, rolling off of the massive gator's belly.

Jarmore collapsed into a heap on the floor. He managed to get up to his feet. The dragon spread his wings a little bit, clenching his fists. The unicorn probably wouldn't have been too much of a threat to someone like himself.

"One," the unicorn said.

Jarmore felt something smacking right against his back. He hesitated for just one moment.

"Two."

He felt something along his wings, wrists, and ankles. Jarmore immediately tried to slip out of the bindings, but they were too tight. He was being restrained to a board.

"Three."

He suddenly felt something seeming to emerge from his chest. It wasn't a painful feeling, it was just something really really weird! He stared down at his abdomen as something rather yellow looking seemed to form out of thin air, hovering just a few centimeters in front of his chest. It was just like those candy hearts that they sold around Valentines day - the kind that tasted like they were made out of sugar and chalk.

"I see you want to be living," Saccharum said, as he walked closer to the restrained dragon. "Hehe... Well, I know what kind of candy you like." He had his eyes in the candy heart in front of him. "We've not had many toffees."

He pulled a brush out of nowhere and started to write something on the candy heart. Then the unicorn placed his hoof-like hand onto the candy heart and started to push it in. Jamore gritted his teeth and tried to reject it as much as he could.

"Come on... get in there..." the unicorn grunted, "Come on... GET... IN... THERE!"

"NOT IN A MILLION-AGH!" Jarmore grunted as he felt something in his chest. The unicorn had successfully pushed the candy heart back into his body.

Then, his draconic heart started to beat rapidly. Jarmore's entire body seemed to seize up with spasms. He gritted his teeth hard, as the world seemed to blur in front of him. Things were starting to move in super-slow motion, or so fast like they were blurring. He felt himself sliding off of the restraining board, collapsing again into a heap on the ground.

What was happening to him, he gasped. All of a sudden, he started to get a rather strong whiff of something sweet, followed by a taste. It tasted almost like some kind of a candy. That was strange... toffee?

Then, after a few moments, it was done. Time seemed to resume as normal. Jarmore blinked in surprise, then put his hands on the ground. He gasped the second he saw them. Normally, his arms were a cyan colour, but now, they were a brown colour. He stared at the void in his vision, seeing more and more brown take over his snout.

Jarmore managed to stand back up, his legs somehow feeling a little looser than normal, like he had stretched before a workout. His entire body had turned brown, and it seemed almost shiny. But it wasn't a uniform shine, like the smooth gummy gator. He could make out his fur still, but it had turned almost caramel-toned. He rubbed his arm, not hearing the squeak of latex.

Out of bile curiosity, he brought his arm up to his nose and took a deep whiff. Toffee. Jarmore gasped and looked around, hoping there was some kind of a reflective surface for him to look into. That board he had been restrained to had been right behind him... and he could see just exactly what he had become: an anthropomorphic toffee dragon.

Every single detail of Jarmore had been sculpted in toffee. His fur was made out of strands of toffee. His spikes and horns were solid toffee, harder than the rest of the toffee his body was made out of. Somehow, he had become more flexible than he could ever imagine - but that's because he didn't have the restrictive ligaments, tendons, or bones that a flesh and bone dragon did.

"Wh-What have you done to me?!" He asked, turning around t face the unicorn. For some odd reason, Jarmore couldn't think of punching that equine's muzzle in. He certainly wanted to, but he just couldn't see himself doing it. Did the process of becoming candy carry some kind of side effect of pacification?

"Well, I turned you into what your heart had wanted to be," the unicorn king said. "See? You're made entirely out of toffee."

"But do you think I WANTED this?!" Jarmore said, pointing at himself. "Any second now, I'm going to freeze in place and just stand around?"

"Not everyone turns inanimate, my dear toffee dragon." The unicorn said, tapping the dragon's muzzle, "You didn't desire it... that's why you're made out of toffee and moving. Just like Pawpy up there."

"Uh... I think I'm stuck in the rafters," Pawpy called down.

Jarmore resisted all attempts to facepalm.

"You're just going to let me go, right?" Jarmore asked.

"Of course. But... you know what this means, right? You're made of candy... meaning you can only live in Candyland."

"And what happens if I leave?"

"Without a costume like what TMC had? Consider yourself... well, candy."

"Great... what have I gotten myself into..."

"You'll love this, I promise," King Saccharum said. "Everyone does."

~ ~ ~

Three months later...

Three more people had signed up for the tour of candyland. Among them, a white cat, a tan anthro raptor, and a human. The cat looked around the station, somewhat nervously. The raptor rolled his eyes at the cat. The human finally turned to the raptor and the cat.

"Yo... this like your first time going to candyland?" he asked.

"Duh," the raptor said.

"M-My friend Pawpy went there a few months ago," the cat said.

"Yeah," the raptor said.

"Hm..." the human said. "I got a card..."

He pulled out a card he had received for Christmas. It depicted a rather pastel coloured landscape, with tons of candy everywhere.

"Wish you were here!

-Jarmore"

"All aboard for Candyland!" a voice said. "Last train for the day!"

The raptor gestured for the white cat to follow him. The human looked around, walking into the train car after the two. Meanwhile, the engineer's yellow eyes perked up upon seeing the human. A smile crossed his face momentarily, before he went back to the train. More for the Corrupted Candyland!