Harem Scare-Him

The soft light of the moon overhead lit my way as I slowly walked along the fence. The trees drew nearer as I reached the corner of the fenced-in area, rounding it and heading towards the back of the garden. There were only a few yards of distance between the fence and the tree line, enough space for me to walk comfortably, but little enough that the twisted branches were never far away. I quickened my pace, wanting to get where I was going as soon as possible and get away from the shadowy trees. It wasn’t long before I rounded the next corner and reached the back edge of the garden, where my destination laid before me.

Nestled at the edge of the trees, several yards from the fence, was a large, wooden shed. The shed looked to be about twenty feet wide, and extended back towards the trees a bit less than that, although it was hard to tell. The boards that made up its exterior were visibly old and rotten, large holes visible in certain spots. Its roof was in a similar state, looking as if it could collapse inward at any moment. Several broken windows dotted its walls, showing only darkness within. On the side facing the garden was a wooden door with a rusty handle and hinges. Approaching the door, I saw yet another note attached to its surface:

The end of your mission is in sight, but you are not out of the woods yet. Long ago, powerful monarchs ruled over the great kingdoms of the desert, enjoying wealth and splendor in both life and death. Long after their empires crumbled, their tombs were raided by eager explorers who carted their shriveled bodies away for the sake of fame and fortune. One of those queens made her way here, hidden away out of fear of the terrible curse that was said to afflict those who disturbed her rest. Enter her lair and confront her...if you dare!

I tentatively placed my hand on the door handle and pushed the door open with an ominous creak. I carefully stepped over the threshold into the pitch-black building, shining my light at the ground to ensure I didn’t trip on anything. I had only gone a few feet in when I heard the door slam shut behind me, cutting off the meager amount of moonlight that had been streaming in. I jumped at the sound, but recovered quickly, having gotten used to such things by that point. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I looked around the room, using my flashlight to examine its contents.

Most of the space was taken up by old wooden crates and barrels of various size and shape. Some of the containers were open, allowing me to peer inside them and examine their contents. I saw many strange, ancient-looking objects such as clay jars decorated with animal heads, ornate talismans shaped like ankhs and eyes, and statues of tall, slender cats. Hanging on the walls at certain spots were several old candle lanterns, all of them cold and lifeless. The most interesting thing in the room, however, was the large gold sarcophagus laying against the far wall.

I attempted to approach the sarcophagus via a small path that led through the crates to the back wall. I had only taken a few careful steps forward when, all of a sudden, the lanterns on the wall sprung to life, seemingly all on their own. The room was immediately bathed in their soft, flickering light, which sent eerie shadows dancing along the walls. Despite being covered in dust, the golden sarcophagus reflected the candlelight, its surface seeming to shimmer hypnotically. I forced my legs to carry me forward towards it so that I could get a better look.

The sarcophagus was laying down on its back, oriented parallel to the back wall. Its surface was decorated with patterns and scenes rendered in soft, pastel colors that were reminiscent of spring flowers. Images of animals were carved into its side, the subjects ranging from the ferocious to the adorable. On the heavy lid was carved the likeness of a young woman with a sweet, gentle face and long hair. Her serene countenance might have put me at ease if I had not been in the situation I was in.

I was standing a few feet from the sarcophagus, silently examining it, when I was startled by a loud thud that came from inside it. I jumped backward, wondering if what I had heard was real, or merely a figment of my imagination. Another loud thud soon followed, answering my question for better or worse. The noise sounded as if someone, or something, was pounding on the lid from the inside, trying to force its way out. I stood there, frozen in fear as the noise continued, the pounding growing louder and more frequent.

Right as I was wondering whether to turn tail and run, I heard one last mighty blow and saw the lid of the sarcophagus pop up into the air a few inches. The lid slowly moved away from me towards the back wall, until its great weight sent it toppling over the edge and down onto the ground with a loud boom. A tense moment passed as I stared at the now-open sarcophagus, dreading what might emerge from within it. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on one’s perspective, I didn’t have to wait long to meet its occupant.

A human figure slowly rose up over the edge of the sarcophagus, sitting up from a lying-down position. The figure was undeniably that of a woman, made obvious by the enormous breasts hanging from her chest. The half of her body that I could see was completely covered in strips of cloth which hugged her form closely and showed off her feminine curves. I had only a short moment to take this in before she slowly rotated her head, facing directly at me. Her face was wrapped up similarly to the rest of her body, only a single eye peeking out from within the cloth.

“Who disturbs my slumber?” moaned the woman slowly. Her ominous tone sent a shiver down my spine and shocked me out of my stupor. As the woman grabbed the sides of the sarcophagus and slowly rose to her feet, I began backing up, never taking my eyes off of her. She slowly stepped out of the sarcophagus and onto the floor of the shed, letting me see her in her entirety.

The lower half of her body was covered in cloth just like her top half, her only other garb being a pair of sandals on her petite feet. Her moderately plump legs led up to decently wide hips and a flat stomach. Her enormous breasts were larger than those of any other monster I had encountered that night, needing a significant amount of cloth to contain them. She slowly raised her slender arms, holding them out towards me as if to reach out and grab me. She began to shamble towards me, her curvy body jiggling slightly with every shaky step she took.

“You should not have come here,” she moaned. I continued to back away from her, very conscious of how little distance there was between myself and the undoubtedly locked door behind me. “Leave now, or suffer my curse!” I quickly glanced from side to side, desperately searching for another way out. “Get out! Get out!” I took another step backwards, and my back made contact with the hard wood of the door. “Get out and stay out! Stay out! Stay out of my sh—”

Just then, her sandal caught on the edge of one of the floorboards and she tripped, falling forward towards me. Her words were cut off by a yelp of surprise, one which sounded very familiar to me. Without thinking, I dropped my flashlight and lunged forward, holding out my arms and catching her before she fell face-first onto the hard floor. The impact forced me down onto my knees, and we ended up kneeling on the floor together. Her face was pressed against my chest and her arms clutched me tightly.

An awkward silence passed between us as we knelt there, unsure of what to do next. I was about to open my mouth and try saying something when I detected the sound of soft crying. I gently grasped her shoulders and pushed her back a bit. Her single exposed eye was closed, tears flowing forth from it. I raised a hand to her face and gently pulled the cloth coverings off of her face, revealing her smooth, yellow skin, her quivering lips, and her other moist eye.

“Fluttershy, what’s wrong?” I said softly, but urgently. “Are you hurt?” Fluttershy sniffled and shook her head, but said nothing. “Are you scared?” I placed a hand aside her face and gently stroked her cheek.

“No,” said Fluttershy in a shaky voice, continuing to sob softly.

“Well then...what is it?” I said in the most comforting tone I could muster. “Tell me. Please.”

Fluttershy attempted to take a deep breath in between her sobs, then spoke again. “It’s just...we all spent so much time setting this up,” she said, sniffling again. “I just wanted to do a good job. I just wanted to be scary, like the other girls were. But I just messed everything up in the end.” She lets out a loud sob, fresh tears falling from her eyes. “There’s nothing scary about a mummy who trips and falls.”

“Hey, it’s alright, Fluttershy,” I said, gently pulling her into a hug. Fluttershy wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck, still crying. I held her and rubbed her head while shushing her softly. “Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is you didn’t get hurt. That’s all I care about.”

“But I...I wasn’t scary,” she said.

“Now that’s just not true,” I said. “When you climbed out of that thing and started coming at me, I almost had a heart attack.”

Fluttershy’s crying died down slightly, and she raised her head to look at me. “You...you mean it?” she said.

“I sure do,” I said, smiling at her. “What with this creepy shed, all the decorations, and your spooky costume, I’d say you’re the scariest monster I’ve seen all night.”

Fluttershy’s lips slowly stretched into a shaky smile and she closed her eyes. Her crying quickly died down, diminishing to only a few stray tears and a light sniffle every once in a while. When her eyes opened again, they looked happy, all traces of sadness having vanished. Fluttershy leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me gently. I kissed her back, my tongue gently moving between her lips and caressing hers. I kissed her until I heard her breathing return to normal, then pulled back and looked into her beautiful blue-green eyes.

I slowly rose to my feet, taking hold of her and lifting her back up with me. Placing my hands on her hips, I gently pushed her backwards, guiding her to a nearby crate about the same height as my hips. When her butt made contact with it, Fluttershy placed her hands on the edge and pushed herself up onto it, putting the short girl at eye level with me. I leaned in and we kissed again, more intensely than before.

While our tongues played together, I raised my hands to her chest and placed them on her large breasts. I squeezed them gently, making Fluttershy moan softly into my mouth. I made short work of the cloth covering her chest, her breasts soon falling free. Placing my hands on them again, I gently massaged every square inch of her soft, warm flesh that I could get at, eliciting a stream of moans from her. I cupped her breasts and lifted them up and down a few times, marveling at how heavy they were.

My fingers eventually made their way to her nipples, drawing circles around her large areolae. I slowly moved inward, my fingers soon brushing up against her thick nubs. I raised my thumbs and placed them on the tips of her nipples, pressing down on them gently and eliciting a sharp moan. I spent a while teasing her nipples, rolling them around, lightly pinching them, and twisting them slightly. Our lips parted as Fluttershy’s breathing became heavier and her moans became more frequent.

Fluttershy moved one of her hands down between her legs and stroked herself through the cloth. I sent one of my own hands down to join hers and felt how wet the cloth covering her pussy was. Reaching under the strips of cloth, I pulled them aside, exposing her drenched lips. We worked together to massage her puffy pussy, coaxing a steady stream of juices from her. When I felt she was suitably warmed up, I moved my hands down to my pants, quickly sending them and my underwear sliding down my legs to my ankles.

Fluttershy scooted forward and spread her legs as I grasped my stiff member and pressed it up against her lips. I rubbed my tip up and down a few times to ensure it was properly lubricated, making her moan softly. We pressed our faces together and looked into each other’s eyes as I gently thrust my hips forward, sending my tip past her soft, inner folds and through her entrance. An adorable squeak escaped her throat as I pushed into her tight passage, slowly inching my way through the firm grip of her walls. It took a while, due to both her tightness and my desire to be gentle with her, but I eventually hilted inside of her, our hips pressing together and my tip kissing her cervix.

While I paused to let her get used to the pressure, Fluttershy wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips, squeezing me tightly. My hands wandered down to her butt, gently massaging her cheeks. While her butt was not as large as Applejack’s or Pinkie’s, it was incredibly soft, just like every other part of her. Grasping her firmly, I gave a mighty heave and lifted her up off of the crate. I took a few steps backward and adjusted my grip, pulling her against me and smooshing her breasts against my chest. Despite being such a voluptuous girl, she felt as light as a feather, which meant that I would be able to keep her aloft for quite a while.

When I had taken a steady stance, I lifted her up by her butt while pulling my hips back, slowly drawing myself out of her. I stopped when only my head remained inside of her, holding her still for a moment. After a suitably dramatic pause, I lowered her quickly, allowing gravity to pull her back down onto my shaft. Fluttershy squealed loudly as I plunged back into her at rapid speed, our hips colliding with a soft slap. I repeated this process again and again, slowly lifting her up into the air, then letting her fall back down onto me. I soon got my hips involved as well, thrusting up into her in time with her falls.

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, each one drawing another lewd noise from Fluttershy’s lips. She eventually started helping out by squeezing her legs on each thrust, pulling me into her as much as she could. We kept up our lovemaking for several minutes, my thrusts eventually becoming forceful enough to send her shooting back up as soon as our hips made contact. She had her face buried in my neck, allowing me to hear every squeak, moan, and whimper that she made. Soon enough, her loud vocalizations and her frantic humping let me know that she was not far off from her climax; I was not that far off either.

Summoning all of my strength, I commenced my final sprint, pounding her quickly and intensely. Fluttershy’s moans quickly rose in volume, before finally reaching their crescendo with a loud, drawn-out scream. She locked her legs around me just as I delivered one last powerful thrust, trapping me inside of her with my tip at the entrance to her womb. I grunted loudly and held her tight as I reached my own climax, the dam of my endurance crumbling and allowing a flood of pleasure to wash over me. Her walls clamped down around me as I pumped my seed into her, milking me of every drop they could. Her body shook and spasmed as she came; my own shaky limbs barely managed to hold her aloft through it all.

We rode out the waves of our orgasms together as they gradually diminished. When my exhausted member finally ran dry, I stumbled forward on my weak legs and gently set Fluttershy back down on the edge of the crate. We leaned against each other and embraced as we recovered, enjoying the waning afterglow. Our loud, heavy breathing slowly diminished, eventually returning to a normal intensity. Grasping her hips, I slowly pulled myself out of her, her walls squeezing me as if to prevent my departure. My head popped out of her with a lewd, wet noise, and she let out a soft moan.

Fluttershy loosened her arms and pulled back her head, looking at me with a tired, but happy expression on her face. We leaned in and shared a gentle, but passionate kiss, pulling back a short while later. She placed her hands on the crate and pushed herself off of it, sliding down onto her feet; I stepped back to make room for her. Her gaze drifted downward for a moment, before she looked back up at me with a sweet smile. She slowly knelt down before me, leaning in towards my member and tentatively cleaning it with her tongue. I looked down at her and gently rubbed her head as she dragged her tongue over my sensitive skin, licking up the fluids that covered it.

When she finished, she planted a gentle kiss on my tip then gently pulled my clothing back into place. She rose back up to her full height, which was still much shorter than me. We embraced and pressed our faces together, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling. “You know,” I said softly, “you were pretty brave to wait for me all alone in the dark like that.”

Fluttershy blushed and averted her gaze. “It...was a little scary,” she said. “But I was able to get through it because...” She looked back at me. “I knew you’d be coming for me soon.” I leaned in and gave her a short peck on the lips.

“I guess I have to go now,” I said wistfully. Fluttershy’s smile faltered and she nodded weakly. “You sure you’ll be alright if I leave?”

Fluttershy’s smile widened again. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not scared anymore.” I smiled and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “Head back to the mansion. Go though the door at the back of the house to get to the cellar. That’s your last stop.”

“I’ll see you again soon, won’t I?” I said.

“You will,” she said. “You’re almost done.”

I forced myself to release her and began walking backwards towards the door, picking up my flashlight on the way. “Goodbye, Fluttershy,” I said.

“Goodbye, sweetie,” she said. “And good luck.”

I tore my gaze away from her and turned to the door, soon reaching it and pushing it open. As I left, I looked over my shoulder and took one last look at her. She smiled at me and gave me a small wave. I smiled back and her and nodded before stepping through the door and shutting it behind me. I turned away from the shed, looking up at the top of the mansion poking up over the garden. I took a deep breath, then began the last leg of my journey, heading towards my final destination to face my final adversary.