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The first thing Z saw when his eyes blinked themselves open was the awful yellow of the lights above him, they hummed subtly and cast a glow that hurt his head as he sat up and groaned, rubbing his temple in confusion. “Guugh…” He rubbed at his eyes and looked around, seeing ReGect laying there beside him, though he couldn’t tell if the entity was awake or not, he didn’t sound like he was breathing and he wasn’t moving either…”FUCK.”
Z scrambled over to ReGect and shook him, “dude! Wake the fuck up!” Z shouted as he slapped the other’s ass. “AOWW DUDE!!” ReGect shouted and jumped up, “my bubble cheeks!” Z stood up, “I didn’t know that was your ass!” He scoffed, “where even are we anyways??”
They both looked around the empty space, the walls had old yellow wallpaper on them and there was carpet beneath their feet, the buzzing lights were a little annoying as they both leaned to look down one of the hallways, it seemed endless with different hallways branching off of it, the other opening in the room led to another room, which led to yet another room and so on.
“Is this another one of your tricks??” Z turned to ReGect who was peering around the corner of a third doorway, “nope this ain’t mine man, I have no clue where we are.” Z huffed and clicked at the carpet in frustration, “great, how the hell are we gonna get out of here?” ReGect gave a shrug, or at least what Z recognised as a shrug from the half visible knockoff of Nightmare from that one game with Freddy fivebears.
“This place is kinda spooky, like I’m expecting a big PNG of Michael Jackson to come out and chase us or something.” They both stand there silently for a moment, “...oh, usually something happens after we say something like that…”
“HEE HEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD DUDE,” they both sprinted down the seemingly endless as a heavily edited PNG of the hit pop star Michael Jackson levetated after them, the loud ass “HEE HEE“s ringing in their ears (or whatever they had instead of ears) as they ran. ReGect ducked behind a wall and grabbed Z, pulling him into a narrow passage on the side of the halfway, the PNG of MJ whizzing past the slim opening and down the hallway. They both panted heavily as they tried to calm their thumping hearts, their chests pressed against each other in the rather tight space.
“Dude…that was crazy…” Z huffed out, looking at where ReGect’s eyes might have been. “Yeah man that was insane,” ReGect giggled back, “never say something stupid like that again…” They both shimmied along the passage and away from the hallway where the flat PNG had disappeared, once on the other side they found themselves in a room that looked the exact same as the one they had started in. “Man, how are we gonna get out of here? How did we even get here anyways??” “I don’t know man, the last thing I remember is we were in your room smokin hella zaza and then boom, we ended up here.” Z huffed and thought for a moment, “maybe we just fell asleep and this is actually a dream, slap me real quick-” ReGect then bitch slapped Z so fucking hard that he flew through a wall into yet another room.
“OWW! DUDE!” Z yelped as he landed on the carpet floor, taking a good few hearts of damage. “What dude? You literally said to hit you real quick so I hit you really quick,” ReGect defended himself as he walked through the doorway and looked down at Z as he sat on the floor. “I didn’t mean to slap me that hard!” ReGect huffed and helped Z up, who was mumbling profanities and pouting.
“TUrcky.”
The sound came from a few rooms over, the both of them raised a brow, ReGect raising his hypothetical brow as they both cautiously explored the other rooms to find out what that sound was. “If this is another PNG I’m gonna frickin kill you man,” Z mumbled as they turned a corner. There stood a turkey, not exactly ‘standing’ though, he was half fazed into the wall, “TUrkey.” “...It’s literally a picture of a turkey shoved into a wall…” ReGect turned to Z, “what are you talking about dude? It’s a turkey,” “TUrkey.”
“I’m so done,” Z said as he kept walking through the maze of yellow rooms, ReGect followed close behind and whistled the tune to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang loudly, “dude shut up that Michael Jackson thing is gonna come back.” ReGect huffed, “it’s like I’m not allowed to have any fun anymore honestly,” “I hate you so much.”
They explored the endless habitat for who knows how long, throughout the mostly empty rooms they found a few other things here and there, a clown's nose, a wizard’s hat, a pirate's sword, a giant dead bug. After what felt like an eternity of exploring which was actually 10 minutes, Z huffed in frustration and sat down against a wall, “we’re never gonna get outa here!” ReGect looks around a little more, turning around in circles. “There’s gotta be something here, we can’t be stuck here forever.” Z watches as ReGect walks into different rooms and comes back each time with a frustrated hum.
“Dude I found something!” ReGect shouts from a room further away, Z gets up and walks his way through the labyrinth of rooms and hallways getting a little lost on the way, he ends up in a dead end. “Uh…where are you!?” He shouts, only to be jumpscared by ReGect walking out of the wall, “I’m right here-” “JESUS!” Z jumps back, “don’t do that!”
“Dude whatever come check this out,” ReGect disappears back into the wall, Z exhales loudly and walks through the wall wearily. On the other side was a small room with a singular bed in the center. They both look around in confusion, “...this is weird huh.” ReGect says before moving to sit down on the bed.
“Welp…you wanna bone?” Z stares at ReGect for a long time, “...you know what, sure, plot doesn’t really matter right now.” Z gets onto the bed and is immediately held down by thick black appendages that crawl out from below them both.
“R-ReGect senpai…” Z stutters, “Z kun…” ReGect mumbles as a black mass appears between his legs, it was a well sized length, heavy black testicles behind it and golden ribs lining the sides of the length, leading up to the cut tip that was speckled with gold. Z blushed deeply, deep pink creeping onto his cheeks as he lowered his sweatpants, revealing his pure white cock, trimmed black hair decorating his groin. His pale length was already hard, twitching in anticipation as ReGect kneeled over him.
Their tips touched. It sent an electric shock up both of their spines, “are you…tight?” ReGect asked, their lengths rubbing together awkwardly, “uh…I don’t know…I uh…I’ve never done this before…” Z mumbled into his white hoodie. “I’m bouta rock yo world baby girl,” ReGect smirked metaphorically. He pressed his black cock against Z’s hole, puckered and white like a burrow in a mound of snow. “I-I’m ready senpai…” Z stuttered.
ReGect chuckled like the alpha daddy he was and pushed into Z’s hole, bypassing the tight ring of flesh and entering the warm insides of his kitten’s ass. “G-Gugh…” Z moaned, fingers curling around one of the appendages that were holding him down to the bed that was concerningly clean for a place like this. ReGect growls in Z’s ear, “you’re so…warm~” He slides all the way in, juicy balls resting against Z’s pathetically flat cheeks compared to ReGect’s beautiful bubbly bottom.
They both groan as ReGect bottoms out inside of Z, a turkey fazing in and out of the wall loudly makes them both look over, “TUrkey-” it then implodes in on itself. “Kitten, keep your eyes on me…” ReGect caresses Z’s jaw sensually. “Yes my king…” ReGect moves his hips, drawing almost all the way out before pushing back in firmly, “Gaugh…R-ReGect…” “Z~ Daddy gonna nut~” “D-Don’t make this weird-” Z moaned out, his block shaped prostate pulsing as ReGect’s length started a steady rhythm inside of his hole. “G-gaugh…that’s good…” Z moaned, back arching off the bed as ReGect sped his hips up.
The bed rocked beneath them, making shaking rickety moans as the two of them copulated on the suspiciously clean sheets of the bed that had been there for who knows how long. Their movements, or rather ReGect’s movements had gotten quicker, steamier, more erratic. Both of them panting heavily as they made mpreg babies on the bed or something.
“HONK.”
Just as ReGect was about to bust his spunk (which is glittery btw) there was a loud honk to their left, they both looked up to see what the sound was.
This wasn’t the yellow walled maze they thought they were in. This was Z’s room. A green pile of weed on the nightstand with the window open, two finished blunt buds on the window sill and Moe standing in the door staring at them.
“HONK!?!?!?!”