Harem Scare-Him

Using the flashlight to light my way, I soon found the grand staircase at the other side of the front hall. Gripping the handrail, I carefully ascended the stairs, each one creaking loudly as I stepped on it. A short eternity later, I made it to the landing at the top and looked around. There were three hallways that I could see: one directly in front of me, and two others way off to my left and right. I didn’t know which way I was meant to go, so I figured that going straight was just as good as any other option.

I slowly walked down the hallway before me, my flashlight illuminating doors to my left and right. Eventually, I came to a T-junction, the hall splitting and going off to the left and right. While I stopped and considered which direction to go, I heard a loud creaking noise and saw movement in the ceiling in front of me. Looking up, I saw a section of the ceiling open, a folding staircase unfurling and stretching down to the ground just in front of my feet. I quickly noticed another note attached to the stairs several steps up. Tentatively, I walked forward and picked up the note, reading it:

The attic above you was once the laboratory of a mad scientist who tried to control the powers of life and death. He ultimately failed in his goals and abandoned his lab, which has remained untouched ever since. However, some say that his attempts to resurrect the dead were not completely fruitless. Ascend the stairs and see for yourself what remains of his experiments...if you dare.

I put down the note and stared up into the dark hole above me. Steeling myself, I slowly walked up the stairs into the attic. The attic was fairly large and filled with faint light, due to a large window in the wall that let in the moonlight. The space was mostly filled with old crates and other containers coated with a thick layer of dust. Toward the far end of the attic, near the window, was a large clearing with strange looking objects scattered around it.

As I walked further in, observing my surroundings, I heard a loud slam from behind me. I whipped around and saw, to my dismay, that the stairs had folded back up, trapping me in the attic. I walked back over and tried to figure out how to open the trapdoor, but like the front door, it wouldn’t budge. I stood up and turned around, resolving to go forward if I could not go back. I carefully worked by way through the crates to the strange clearing ahead of me.

As I got closer, I saw that the strange things scattered about the clearing seemed to be large machines, although not of any type that I was familiar with. Their metal surfaces were covered with lightbulbs, buttons, and gauges of various size and shape. They looked old, the metal covered with rust and a thick layer of dust. The machines weren’t the strangest thing I saw, however. In the center of the machines was a large, metal table; resting on that table, the faint outline of a human body could be seen in the near-darkness.

Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable noise of thunder echo through the attic. I looked to the window and saw a flash of lightning, which briefly illuminated the attic. Several more flashes followed in quick succession, and I noticed a large lightning rod attached to the roof just outside the window. Predictably, the rod was soon struck by a bolt of lightning, making it glow brightly. Unpredictably, the machines around me began to come to life.

The electric lights on the machines slowly lit up, illuminating the attic properly. Now that I could see clearly, I saw the gauges on the machines begin to twitch, and small flashing lights lit up sporadically. A cacophony of whirring, clacking, and sparking noises filled the room, drowning out the sound of the lightning. I noticed a series of thick cables leading from the wall with the window to the various machines. More cables led out of the machines, all congregating at the table between them.

As I had suspected, there was indeed a body laying on the table. The body was that of a young woman with orange skin and long hair the color of straw. My eyes drifted across her body from her bare feet up to her long legs, her thick, muscled thighs looking strong enough to crush boulders. Looking higher, I gazed upon a pair of hips that would not have looked out of place on a mother of five. Her waist was not particularly thin, but her stomach was well-toned, the faint outline of her abs visible on her skin.

The two globes of flesh on her chest were large enough to feed a whole family’s worth of children easily. The arms that lay at her sides looked as powerful as the rest of her, but still distinctly feminine in appearance. Her ample curves were contained by a tattered t-shirt and daisy dukes that left little to the imagination. Jutting from her neck were two large metal bolts, and her skin was decorated by a series of prominent stitches at her major joints. Her freckled face looked calm and serene, her eyes closed as if asleep.

The noises around me increased in volume and frequency, with a corresponding increase in the flickering of the lights and the motion of the dials. I was so distracted by the commotion that I almost didn’t notice the foot of the woman on the table twitch slightly. As the machines continued to do whatever it was they were doing, she began to twitch even more. First it was just a toe or a finger here or there. Later, her legs and arms began to flex and stretch. Soon, her whole body was spasming violently, as if she was being shocked by electricity.

Just as the noise was becoming unbearably loud, a loud boom came from one of the machines and sparks flew out of it. As one, the various machines switched off, all noise, motion, and even light disappearing instantly. A red emergency light on one of the machines flashed silently, the only other light source besides my flashlight and the moonlight streaming in. I took a deep breath to calm myself after the spectacle, but my heart soon started racing again when I saw the woman’s chest begin to rise and fall slowly.

I stared transfixed at her as she slowly bent at the waist and sat up on the table. My heart skipped a beat as her green eyes shot open and stared directly at me. Her jaw slowly opened and a sickening, guttural moan emanated from her throat. As I watched, her legs and arms moved, and she half-climbed, half-fell off of the table and onto the floor. She rose to her full height, which was about as tall as I was. Her arms reached out towards me and her shaky legs began to carry her forward one step at a time. She shambled towards me, continuing to moan horribly.

Being more than a bit disturbed at that point, I slowly backed away from her, keeping my eye on her the whole time. In hindsight, I probably should have been looking where I was going, as I soon tripped on a loose floorboard and fell onto my back, dropping my flashlight. Before I knew it, the monster was looming over me, staring down with a carnal hunger in its eyes. A split second later, she lunged at me, reaching out her hands to grab me. I panicked and flinched, reflexively closing my eyes and bringing my hands up to shield my face.

A long moment passed as I waited for the monster to kill me, eat me, or whatever it was monsters do to poor, defenseless guys who wander into haunted mansions. Just when I thought the anticipation would be the thing that killed me, I heard a soft voice in my ear. “Hey, sugarcube, it’s alright,” the voice whispered.

Despite my agitated state of mind, I immediately recognized the voice. “Applejack?” I said to myself, slowly opening my eyes. As I looked closely at her, I realized that the “monster” laying on its hands and knees above me was indeed the friendly farm girl I knew so well.

Applejack smiled down at me and gave me a wink. “Don’t you worry,” she said softly. “You’ll like what this monster’s gonna do to you.” In one swift motion, she grabbed my arms and forced them down against the ground by my head, leaning her head in towards mine. She pressed her lips against mine in a strong, passionate kiss. I quickly got over my shock at the whole situation and kissed her back. Her strong tongue forced its way between my lips and began exploring my mouth. I reached out with my own tongue and wrapped it around hers, and we began to playfully tongue-wrestle.

After a minute or so of intense kissing, our lips parted, and we lay there breathing heavily. Applejack smiled and pulled back, rising to her feet once again. She reached down and pulled me to my feet, before leaning down, taking hold of my legs, and throwing me over her shoulder. The muscular girl lifted me up and carried me back towards the table. I protested, but all I got in response was a comedically delivered moan.

Applejack gently laid me down on the table, which had a soft mat covering its surface for padding. Grinning deviously, she reached down to my waistline and quickly undid my pants, sliding them and my underwear down to my knees. Fixing her eyes on my half-hard member, she leaned in and gave it a long, slow lick from base to tip, making me moan softly. She gently took hold of it and began licking and kissing it sensually, soon coaxing it to its full length and stiffness. Seemingly satisfied, she stood up and reached for her tattered shorts, pulling them down to reveal her smooth, puffy pussy.

Applejack climbed up onto the table, straddling my hips and resting her soft lower lips on my member. She started grinding her hips forward and back, and she was soon moaning in a much more arousing manner than she had been before. When both of us were drenched in her juices and moaning softly, she stopped grinding on me and lifted her hips up. She reached down and took hold of my member, aiming it up and positioning it at her entrance. Slowly, she began to lower her hips, impaling herself on me.

Her warm, wet, and incredibly soft inner walls squeezed me tightly, making every inch gained a struggle. Soon, however, I had hilted inside of her, my tip lightly kissing her cervix. We took a moment to catch our breath and get used to the sensation. When she was ready, Applejack began lifting herself back off of me, pulling me almost all the way out of her before sliding right back down again. She felt absolutely amazing, each stroke making me moan together with her. She gradually increased the speed of her bouncing, driving me in and out of her with greater speed and force.

As she moved, her large breasts bounced noticeably, only held in place by her tattered shirt. Reaching up and seizing hold of the weakened garment, I was easily able to rip it open, allowing her girls to spill out and flop about freely. I grabbed hold of her breasts and gently squeezed them, eliciting a loud, stuttering moan. A sharp squeal escaped her lips as I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched them lightly. She looked at me with a crazed look in her eye and leaned down, pressing her breasts against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, our tongues caressing each other.

My hands wandered down her body to her big, bouncing butt. I grabbed one of her muscular cheeks in each hand and squeezed roughly, making her moan into my mouth. Planting my feet on the table to brace myself, I began thrusting my hips up to meet hers while pressing her down onto me in time with her own bounces. We soon approached our finishing speed, our hips colliding with a loud slapping noise multiple times per second. We broke our kiss and looked into each others’ eyes as we both reached our climaxes.

Our combined wails of pleasure travelled throughout the attic, echoing back at us. I pumped shot after shot into her, her tight walls milking me of every drop I had. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly as her body began to spasm and shake. We rode out the waves of pleasure together, not stopping until our bodies gave out and we collapsed limply on the table. We continued holding each other as we recovered, enjoying the afterglow.

When Applejack was ready, she leaned back and slowly lifted her hips up, pulling herself off of me. We both moaned softly as my member popped out of her tight folds and fell back onto my stomach. As her glistening pussy hovered above me, a small trickle of our fluids leaked out of it and fell onto my sensitive skin. She crawled down my body, placing herself at eye level with my member. Leaning in, she stuck out her tongue and began licking up the mess she had made. When she finished swallowing down every last drop, she planted a gentle kiss on my shaft then crawled back up the table.

She laid down next to me, my cum still dripping from her pussy. We held each other and kissed slowly, but passionately. Our lips eventually parted, and we laid there, staring into each other’s eyes.

“So...what happens now?” I said.

Applejack chuckled softly. “Well, you still got six more monsters to beat,” she said.

“Oh...right,” I said, realizing just what was in store for me that night. “Are you gonna...come with me, or...?”

“Nah,” she said with a smile. “You gotta do this on your own.”

“Right,” I said, somewhat disappointed. “Where do I go next?”

“Head to the master bedroom,” she said. “Go down the stairs, take a right, and head three doors down. You can’t miss it.”

“But the stairs are...” I began.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, “they should be unlocked by now.”

“Okay,” I said. “I guess I’ll...see you later then?”

“See you, sugarcube,” she said, leaning in and giving me one last parting kiss.

I slowly rose from the table and pulled my pants back up, making myself presentable again. I took one last look back at Applejack, who smiled and waved me goodbye. Turning back towards the stairs, I walked back through the dusty crates, picking up my flashlight along the way. True to Applejack’s word, when I got back to the folding stairs, I found that I was now able to undo the latch and let them fall back down. Carefully, I descended the steps, in search of whatever monster lay in wait for me next.