At sunrise, Elan trekked through the woods near his village to the Forbidden Dungeon. Legends have it the hatch was sealed centuries ago by a great shaman. A great evil lurked in the dungeon’s bowels, having taken credit for massacring almost a hundred heroes from all over the surrounding lands. The urban legends were enough to make Elan shake in his boots.

	Elan looked at the rotten wooden hatch covered in vines and gulped. “Oh, Dakota … where are you?” He said while his teeth chattered. Dakota had planned to meet him for a secret excursion into the dungeon before the guards could arrive for their daily watch.

	The rustling of tree branches and the snapping of twigs announced Dakota’s arrival. He combed his fingers through his hair to rid it of pine needles. “’Sup, nerd?” He asked. Compared to Elan’s white mage robe, he was ill dressed for an adventure. He wore a thin skirt and blouse with a dagger sheathed at his hip.

	Elan waved hi to him meekly. “Do we r-really have to go down there?” He asked. If it weren’t for what Dakota would do to him, he’d have run away ages ago. But since he promised him absolute protection, he agreed to help him out in the dungeon.

	“Ugh! Of course we do!” Dakota scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Listen up, nerd. See this?” He asked and unsheathed his rusty dagger. “This is all I need. You just stay back and use your sissy magic if one of those bastards hurts me.” He said.

	His words helped calm Elan a little. “Well, alright. But I don’t want you to get hurt either!” He said. It was true that he practiced his healing magic all summer, but it’s not a perfect art. All it’d take is one mortal blow and he’d never see him ever again. Of course, he wouldn’t see anybody else again after his foes turned their attention to him.

	Dakota blushed a little and blew him off. “Oh whatever. You ready?” He asked. Elan nodded at him and it was time to go. Dakota pulled out the wand gifted to him by his grandmother and whispered an incantation while waving it at the dungeon doors. “… By twilight’s night, feel my might!” He shouted. A bright blue bolt of light shot from his wand and forced the doors open.

	“Woah…” Elan marveled at the sight. Never in all of his years of training had he ever seen such powerful magic. “How'd you do that? I thought you couldn’t do magic.” He asked.

	Dakota stowed his wand in his burlap sack and got ready to walk the steps into the dark dungeon. “Hm? ’Course I can. It runs in the family. I don’t bother with it since stabbing’s funner.” He said.

Both boys walked down the steps into the blackness of the stairwell. Dozens of steps turned into hundreds. Neither of them knew how long they’d been walking. After fifteen minutes of walking, a faint light came into view—a torch’s dying flame.

	Dakota took the torch off the wall and blew into it to stoke its flames. “Damn. How’s this thing still burning?” He wondered aloud. With a little persistence, the torch roared to life and illuminated their surroundings. They were finally at the bottom of the dungeon’s steps and their adventure could finally begin.

	Elan’s gentle petting of Dakota’s tail caught his attention. “Uh, what the hell are you doing?” He asked. He felt a little embarrassed, though he’d never let him know. This was the first time anyone had ever petted his tail before.

	“Oh! Um, sorry.” Elan said and let go of Dakota’s tail. “I was just scared and I grabbed your—I’m sorry.” He said. Without thinking, he had grabbed an intimate part of Dakota’s anatomy for comfort. Tails weren’t meant to be touched by anyone but mates.

	Dakota took pity on his weak friend. “Whatever. Grab it if that makes you feel better.” He said. He raised his tail and felt Elan grab it again. To his surprise, it was a little comforting to him as well to have it petted. Elan’s hands were warm and delicate.

	“Anyway, here we are.” He said. At the bottom of the seemingly endless staircase was a hallway with three doors to the north, east, and west. Dakota wondered which room they should tackle first. “Eenie, meenie, miney, moe … eh, screw it. This one.” He said. He chose to go ahead into the north room.

Inside the north room was a spacious dining hall filled with a long wooden table, seated by over a dozen chairs. Silver platters and cutlery were set at each of the seats and caked in a century of dust. Whatever food was served when the dinner was interrupted had disintegrated long ago.

	Dakota looked around the room and scrunched his face. “Gross. Does anyone clean in this dump?” He said. He walked up to the table and ran his index finger along the table’s smooth surface. A small pile of dust gathered at the end of his finger and crumpled away. “Ugh. Sick!” He shouted.

	After a little looking, he decided the room wasn’t worth staying in. “’Kay, this room’s worthless. You wait here and play with your widdle wand while I check that room out.” He said. He pulled out his rusty dagger and walked into the room at the end of the dining hall.

	Elan stood there nervously. He never thought Dakota would go ahead and leave him alone and defenseless. To soothe his nerves, he took a few deep breaths and talked himself up. “Okay, Elan, relax. Everything’s going to be okay…” He said.

	The room became dim and the temperature dropped sharply. He rubbed his hands together for warmth and saw his breath. “When did it get so cold?” He wondered aloud. He walked to a nearby lit brazier and warmed himself on its roaring flames. It was still unsettling that someone or something was keeping all of the sconces and braziers lit in this deep-underground dungeon. He wondered if he’d meet any of this place’s inhabits during his trip.

	A hand rubbed his shoulder and relaxed him. “Oh, you’re back. Did you find anything good?” He asked and looked behind him. There was nobody anywhere in the room. Did he imagine someone placing their hand on his shoulder? “Hm. That was weird.” He said aloud and resumed warming his hands over the fire.

	Shortly after, a hand stroked his tail’s tip and sent a disturbing chill down his spine. He quickly jerked around and saw a dozen disembodied hands floating a short distance away. “G-g-ghosts!” He yelled. With Dakota busy, he was defenseless against the specters. He raised his hands timidly and tried to reason with them. “H-hello, ghosties. S-sorry if I bothered you.” He said.

	All of the hands grabbed his arms and legs and lifted him and gently placed him on the long, dusty dining table. “G-good ghosties…” He said. He didn’t know what their intentions were, but he was spooked. His fight or flight response was sending him mixed signals. Should he run for Dakota or try to reason with them? Maybe the latter would be safer.

	The specters held his hands and feet down, pinning him to the table. No matter how much he struggled, they wouldn’t budge. Different hands started petting his fluffy cheeks and ears affectionately, while others stroked his slender tail. Some of the naughtier hands stole his wand and mage hat, leaving him defenseless! “No! I need those!” He yelled.

	He bided his time while he allowed the specters to explore his body. Any second now, Dakota would be back and slash them back to Hell with his blade… At least that’s what Elan hoped. The spooky situation escalated and the hands ripped apart his flimsy white robe. “Ahhh! Nooooooo!” Elan howled. His step-mother sewed him his favorite robe and now it was split in two.

	His slim nubile body was fully exposed now and the hands wasted no time exploring his more intimate regions. One stroked his flaccid cub dick erect and another massaged his little balls. On the other end, one of the hands penetrated his mouth and made him suck on its index finger. Though this was all against his will, Elan had to admit that their cold hands stimulating his sensitive areas was exhilarating.

	The attention all of the hands were giving him turned out to be relaxing. He was eventually fully submissive and sucked the finger fucking his mouth. He didn’t know if ghosts could feel anything, but it didn’t stop him from suckling. “Mmm…” He moaned while the finger thrust into his mouth. The ghost’s accomplices rewarded his obedience by petting and stroking his fluffy cheek tufts.

	Elan was in a world of pleasure. Once he got past the initial scare, he didn’t mind being held down against his will. He wanted to look down at the ghosts milking his dick, but he knew he’d be unable to budge. Instead, he lied there and instinctively thrust his dick slightly while it was being stroked. He could feel his precum leak from his dickhead down his shaft onto his balls.

	“Mmm…” He passively moaned. “Mmm!?” He felt an unseen hand press its slender tip against his asshole. It was ice cold like a popsicle and sent shivers down his spine. The finger teased his asshole, slightly pressing in, before pulling out. All at once it slid into him knuckles deep without any pain.

	“Mm-mmm! … Mmm…” He moaned loudly before quickly adjusting to the phallic finger. He couldn’t say for sure if it was a finger or a ghost penis the way it was fucking his tight asshole. What he did know is how pleasurable it felt. The finger worked in tandem with the other hands petting him, teasing his nipples, and massaging his dick and balls. It soon curled a bit to massage and milk his prostate.

	At this rate, it’d be no time before he climaxed. He tried to resist the urge to let go as long as he could. The attention he was receiving was too good to end so soon. All of the hands were surprisingly affectionate.

	Like a cork popping out of a bottle of champagne, he suddenly let loose and ejaculated all over his tummy, chest, and face. “Mmmmmm!” He tried to scream through his blocked mouth. He could feel his hot, watery semen begin to stick to his delicate fur. It sucked that he wasn’t home right now. Soon it’d congeal and become like glue.

	The hands continued to molest him for a short while before becoming alarmed and quickly disappearing. Elan could hear one of the dungeon’s doors creek open. “Yo, I’m back.” Dakota said. “… What the hell are you doing?” He asked.

	With his limbs now freed, Elan quickly covered up his shame with his white robe and sat up. “D-Dakota! I was just—” He said before being interrupted.

	Dakota looked into his eyes and rolled his eyes. “Ugh. Whatever. Do that crap at home next time.” He said. He adjusted his bag of loot that hung over his shoulder and gestured for him to follow. “Let’s go. There’s still a lot of junk to steal in here.” He said.

	“R-right. Give me a sec.” Elan said. He noticed his wand and hat were back on the table and re-equipped them. He pointed his wand at his ruined robe and whispered an incantation. A brilliant green aura surrounded his robe and it magically sewed itself together. “Phew.” He said with a cheerful smile on his face. It was like today’s misadventure had never happened.

Now back on the move, both boys continued to explore the northern area of the dungeon. During their exploration, they found a treasure chest and filled Dakota’s burlap sack with their spoils. Unfortunately, a horde of slimes stopped them from escaping the room.

	Dakota readied his sword and pushed Elan behind him for safety. “Stay out of my way, wimp! You guys wanna go, huh!?” He yelled his battle cry. A few slimes lunged at him only to get cut down in one swing of Dakota’s blade. “Get fucked!” He yelled.

	Sensing their brethren’s demise, a hundred vicious slimes slid into the room under the room’s doors and through various cracks in the stone brick walls. “Well, shit.” Dakota said. He knew when he was beaten. “We’re screwed.”

	“Um, hold on.” Elan said. He moved out from behind Dakota and readied his wand. He scrunched his face and spoke an incantation. “Ardenti flamma redemptionis!” A blinding giant ball of fire shot from his want and immolated every slime and piece of furniture in sight. Once the flames died down, the floor and walls were caked in thick black soot and burnt slime.

	Dakota nudged him out of the way and looked at what was left of his incredible display of magic. “Wow. Not bad.” He said. He was never a fan of mages, but he had to admit that his meek friend just saved their hides. “Buut, you just burnt that chest. Good one.” He said. He pointed at a pile of melted silver and gold covered in soot. Whatever ancient gems and jewelry that chest contained were irreparably destroyed.

	“I’m sorry… I’ve never used it before.” Elan explained. As a pacifist, the only reason why he agreed to join his friend was because he was promised he’d never have to fight. The spell he cast was never practiced before. It was either get his hands dirty or watch Dakota get suffocated by a ton of slimes.

	Dakota slapped him on the back to cheer him up. “Whatever. Stop crying and let’s go.” He said. He wanted to compliment his feat when they were surrounded, but he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. It’d ruin his rebellious image if he went around being nice to everyone. In his book, though, Elan was alright.

The monsters in the dungeon seemed to sense their intrusion and only got fiercer and stronger the more they progressed. There were a few moments Dakota was worried he’d be overpowered, but he always managed to outwit his enemies and cut them down from behind. It was his always his favorite method of besting his opponents.

	They eventually found an empty room to recompose themselves. Elan cast a weak healing spell on Dakota to help him recover his energy and rest his fatigued muscles.

	“Ah, not bad.” Dakota thanked him. “That healing junk’s pretty good.” He said. He reached into his backpack and retrieved a small glass flask filled with a blue liquid. He tossed it to Elan, who almost dropped and shattered the drink. “Take this. I don’t need this junk.” He said.

	Elan uncorked the bottle and sniffed its contents. The fragrance of blueberries filled his nostrils and he drank it all in one gulp. Immediately he felt its effects and felt recharged. “Wow! What was that?” He asked him.

	“Some wimpy mana potion. Figures you’d enjoy it.” Dakota teased. He laid his loot bag on the ground and got ready to leave. “Alright. You stay here. I’m gonna go kick some ass in the next room.” He said. He walked across the room to the right and disappeared into one of its connected rooms.

	A few minutes passed in silence. Elan opened Dakota’s bag and examined all of the loot they’d recovered so far. Dozens of gold and silver chains, golden candelabras, and a few crowns. This would easily be enough to earn them a thousand gold. If they could lie about where they found the loot.

	Dakota muffled battle cries could be heard behind the door he entered. “C’mon, bitch!” “You want some too, huh!?” “Ah, you bastard!” Whatever was happening sounded intense to Elan. But he was sure his friend could easily handle himself. Though, he started to worry after the distant room became silent again.

	A short while later, Dakota entered the room again clutching his abdomen with a blood-soaked hand. Whatever monster he was fighting seemed to mortally wound him. He had a huge gash in his belly, and his left arm had three large claw marks in it. “Heh, they actually got me…” He said and collapsed to his knee.

	“Dakota!” Elan screamed. He rushed over to his wounded friend’s side and moved his hand away from his wound. Just like his arm, he had three huge claw marks in his belly, causing him to hemorrhage blood. “No… Please, no…” He said sadly. Without him, he’d be all alone deep in the Earth. He didn’t know how he’d haul his body back to the village.

	Dakota’s energy was starting to weaken. He felt cold to the touch. “What the hell are you waiting for?” He asked. He let out a loud cough and blood dripped down his chin. “Use your magic, nerd!” He demanded.

	Elan completely forgot about his duties. He stood up and Dakota collapsed onto his face. “R-right!” He said. He was flustered and had trouble remembering his spells. (“What was it!? What was it!?”) He thought. A painful ten seconds later, and he remembered the words. He raised his wand into the air and spoke its incantation. “Verba sanitatis lux!”

	A glorious green light filled the room and green sparkles covered Dakota’s limp body. The magic slowly entered his body and he let out a huge wheezing breath. “H-holy shit!” Dakota said. He got up to his knees and felt his wounds. They were completely healed and scarred over. “Hey, what the hell? I’ve got scars!” He said.

	Elan hugged him tightly and sobbed lightly. “D-Dakota! I was so scared! You were cold and you weren’t moving!” He said. It was his belief that he died, or at the very least came close to death. He released him and inspected his friend’s body. Just as he said, his wounds were replaced with giant pink scars.

	He felt it was his duty to scold him. “You need to be more careful. All I can do is fix your wounds. If you bleed too much, I can’t help you…” He said. Those scars would have to serve as a painful reminder of how reckless he was.

	As expected for him, Dakota blew off his advice. “Eh, whatever. They look cool. Hey, did you know that there’s nothing after you die? All black.” He said nonchalantly. He got back up to his feet. They still weren’t done exploring, not by a long shot. Near-death experiences weren’t enough to call off their adventure. “Let’s go.” He said.

The next few rooms in the dungeon went by more smoothly. Dakota seemed more focused than ever, and spent less time taunting his foes. He had a few close shaves, but he always turned the tables and landed a killing blow. The only thing on his mind was how much of a pain it was going to be to clean his clothes of his blood. By now, the blood had to have set in and stained them.

	The last wolf monster in the dungeon’s prison passed away convulsing on the ground. Blood gushed out of his neck, to Dakota’s satisfaction. “Piece a cake!” He cheered.

	Elan didn’t share his feelings and covered the fallen wolf monster with a banner he tore down from the wall. He felt Dakota’s glare on his back and sheepishly smiled at him. “You don’t have to be so mean.” He said.

	“Ugh. Whatever. Wait here with your friend while I check out that room.” He said. He didn’t learn his lesson and went on ahead to fight alone.

	Meanwhile, Elan explored the prison’s foreign devices and furniture. On a wooden table he found flogs, long black whips, and rusty chains. Whatever purpose these alien devices served was a mystery to him. Given that they’re in a dank prison littered with unknown stains, it couldn’t be anything good.

	Next, he moved onto the furniture in the room. In the center was a giant wooden triangular device with leather restraints at the bottom. “Is someone supposed to sit on that? Looks painful.” He thought aloud. Nearby was a long rack with restraints at both ends and a giant crank on its side. With that device, its purpose was a little more obvious. Stretching its victim until they were ripped apart.

	With each cruel device he inspected, Elan was getting more and more nervous. All he could think about was Dakota falling in battle and being strapped to one of these devices. He’d be powerless to fight against any of the monster inhabitants that stalked the dungeon’s depths.

	“What’s this one?” Elan wondered. The final device seemed less scary than all of the others. It was two pieces of wood with a latch on the side and three holes in a line. He compared the holes to the shape of his arms and neck and got into position. “Like this, maybe?” He thought aloud. They seemed to be the right size for the device.

	Suddenly, the wooden device slammed shut and locked him in place. “W-wait! No!” He screamed in shock. No matter how much he resisted, he was completely immobilized. Now it was obvious what this device and those tools on the table were for. He was just happy that he wouldn’t be subjected to any mistreatment. … Hopefully.

	Across the room, he heard a door creak open and slam shut. He hoped to God it was Dakota coming back and not someone or something else. “Yo’, I’m back.” Dakota called out.

	“D-Dakota! Help!” Elan cried out. He struggled to move in his restraints so he’d see him. “I think I’m stuck…” He said.

	Dakota looked at him with disbelief and rolled his eyes. “Again!? How many traps are you gonna fall in!?” He asked loudly. First there was the flame trap in the beginning that almost burnt them alive, then there was the spike trap that hit Dakota’s knee, and finally there was a lightning bolt trap that nearly hit Dakota’s head.

	“Sorry… Maybe there’s a lock or something on the side?” Elan said. He felt ashamed to have caused him more trouble. Maybe he shouldn’t have tagged along after all. He heard Dakota's footsteps as he circled behind him. Soon, he’d be freed. Instead, he felt the back of his robe lift up high.

	“No underwear? Heh, that’s pretty slutty for a nerd like you.” Dakota said. He lifted Elan’s robe and got a great view of his friend’s exposed ass and genitals. Already he could feel a fire burning in his loins.

	“N-no! Don’t look!” Elan shouted. He wiggled his butt in a futile attempt to shake off his hands. He knew he shouldn’t have left home commando. Especially in just a frail robe with no shorts or spats.

	Dakota placed his hand on one of Elan’s plump ass cheeks and dug his claws in gently. “Do you know what I hate about you? You always act like an innocent widdle kid, then you do shit like this.” He said. He slapped Elan’s ass cheek with his claws still out.

	“Ahh!” Elan cried out. The unexpected slap stung his ass and made his dick start to stiffen. He loved it when Dakota asserted his dominance. “N-no! I didn’t do this on purpose! I swear!” He explained.

	Dakota dropped his skirt and panties to the ground and got closer to him. Elan was defenseless and in the perfect position for a nice ass fucking. How could he pass on an opportunity like this? “Don’t worry, nerd. I’ll help you out with your lil fetish.” He said. He licked his lips and stroked his hard cock.

	“Haha, uh, what fetish? What’s that supposed to be?” He asked. Honestly, he had no clue what Dakota was talking about. He hoped he wasn’t doing anything naughty accidentally. With Dakota out of sight, he was suspicious about what he was doing back there.

	Dakota spat on his dick and rubbed his lubed tip against Elan’s asshole. “Don’t play dumb. I know what you want.” He said. He grabbed his tail and lifted it as he pressed inside him. There was little resistance before his tip entered him.

	“Ah! Dakota!” Elan moaned. He was completely defenseless, but it was a rush for him. His only option at this point was to relax and take whatever he had to dish out. He moved his butt back a couple of inches so it’d be easier for him.

	“Presenting already, slut?” Dakota asked. He grabbed both of his cheeks and dug his claws in. “Good. I love it when bitches show off.” He said. He pressed the rest of his cock into Elan and entered him fully. The kinkiness of the situation was making his heart race. Even his sensitive nipples reacted to the feeling of his shirt rubbing against them.

	Elan relaxed in his tight restraints the best he could and took it. The wooden pillory creaked with every thrust from Dakota. “Mm…” He moaned and bit his lip.

	“Yeah … moan, you little bitch!” Dakota taunted. His dick slammed in and out of his friend’s tight ass over and over. He reached between Elan’s legs and stroked his dick a little. “Hard again? Weren’t you just jerking off earlier?” He asked.

	“N-no! I was, um, attacked earlier…” Elan said, ashamed to admit his weakness. “There were a bunch of ghosts and you weren’t around to help me.” He said. Though the experience was thrilling, he was still miffed that he wasn’t there for him.

	Dakota kept happily ravaging his friend’s ass. He loved the way his cheeks jiggled whenever his pelvis slammed against them. “Ghosts, huh? I guess you really do give it up for anyone.” He teased. The truth of the matter was, Dakota was way sluttier than he was. There was hardly anyone he wouldn’t fuck for the right amount of gold.

	He could finally feel himself get closer to his finish line. His breath became shallow and ragged. He rubbed his nipples through his shirt while fucking him. “Yeah, take it … tell me you love me, slut.” He said and spanked Elan’s ass roughly.

	“A-Ahhh! I love you, Dakota!” Elan cried out. He too could feel his dick begin to throb. Just a few more thrusts and he’d explode.

	“’Course you do. Take it, bitch!” Dakota said. While he was cumming, he continued to fuck his ass until his flaccid dick slipped out, covered in his thick white cum. “Fuck, that was good.” He said. He gave Elan one more spank for good measure.

	Now that their intimate moment was over, Elan felt a little embarrassed. He could feel his cum leaking out of his dick onto the dirty stone floor underneath him. On the other end, Dakota’s spent seed seeped out of his ass. More than anything, he wanted to go home and wash up before taking a long nap. Exploring and fucking took a lot out of him.

	“Can you let me out now?” He asked Dakota. He hoped their little fling would be enough to satiate his lust.

	Dakota looked around the pillory and found a rusty padlock locking both halves down. “How in the hell did you put this thing on?” He asked. Logically, Elan would’ve been able to lift the top half on his own unless someone or something came by and attached the padlock.

	“I didn’t! I was trying it out and someone locked it!” Elan explained. At first, he suspected that Dakota snuck into the room and locked him in as a prank. But then he remembered that he came back into the room a few seconds later.

	Dakota yanked at the big padlock but it was locked up tight. For something over a century old, it was still very sturdy. Out of ideas, he unsheathed his dagger and slammed its pommel against its body a few times until the shackle popped loose. “There you go, princess.” He said. He took the rusty-brown padlock off and tossed it away.

	Elan lifted the pillory’s heavy upper half off his sore neck and wrists and stretched. “Ahh … thank you. What are these things even for?” He asked.

	“Seriously? How do you of all people not know?” Dakota asked. “They taught this junk in history class. They use ’em for torturing people. Like wimpy purple cats.” He said. He gave him a playful noogie and made his way toward where they came from. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand. I’m tired.” He said and waved his hand.

	In the corner of his eye, Elan saw a familiar ethereal hand dart away out of his sight into a wall. “That was weird. Was that one of those ghosts…?” He said to himself. He looked around for any others, but was interrupted by Dakota.

	“Let’s! Go! Already!” Dakota yelled. He rolled his eyes and started walking without him. The only thing on his mind was pawning off all of his loot he stole. He’d be rich for the rest of his life! Maybe he’d give Elan a few coins for his “services” on their trip.

Half an hour later, both boys emerged from the dungeon’s hatch into the blinding sun’s rays. The sun was barely reaching the center of the sky as the day hit noon. They successfully explored a portion of the forbidden dungeon and escaped with a bag full of loot!

	Elan couldn’t keep his eyes off Dakota’s scarred arm as they walked. He was terrified he would lose his best friend in that moment.

	“Hm? What are you looking at, huh?” Dakota asked. He looked at the bulging bag of loot hanging on his left shoulder. “The bag? Ugh, fine. I’ll cut you in. How about a fourth?”

	Elan wasn’t expecting generosity from him. Maybe their relationship deepened down in the dungeon. “Really!? Thanks, Dakota!” He cheered. He could hardly contain his excitement. There were a few magic tomes he had his eye on for months. But they both went for hundreds of gold, at least.

	“Yeah, yeah. I’m feeling generous. Next time you’ll do all the fighting.” He said. He looked at him and smirked maliciously.

	Elan gulped. The last thing on his mind was entering that haunted hell-hole again. “N-next time?” He asked.

Though Elan was nervous about entering the dark depths of the dungeon again, he decided to look at his situation in a more positive light. He could start training his offensive magic so he could hold his own in battle. Teamed up with Dakota, the two would be unstoppable! Maybe they could also find a swordsman to join their party and destroy all of their foes.