heroicperil
patreon
Twisted Purse Treats: The Horror of the Kyoryugers!
🕑 Added 2024-07-22 13:38:32 +0000 UTCAfter a brutal battle against a Jurajura monster, the Kyoryugers stumble upon a deceptively inviting gingerbread house. Drawn in by its sweet aroma, they are trapped by Luckyuro's cunning magic and the sinister power of her cursed purse. Inside, the heroes face unimaginable horrors, as Luckyuro's creativity and lust twist their very existence.
Why did the Kyoryugers go into the gingerbread house? Because they couldn't resist the sweet taste of defeat.
Special thanks to my loyal and royal patron friends!
Frankie
Franco Hau
AlfRED_Brunel
zzk
ljfeeeeeee
eppiicc Gaymer
Ken K
ThatOneTurian
Nic
David
ONORENO
Artemis
BlueEyesWhiteDragon
Ty smith
Statr
Robert Terwillger
snb
Daniel K
Mike020578
Sweet tooth!
The mountain air was crisp and biting, carrying the remnants of a fierce battle. The Kyoryugers, their skintight suits tattered and their helmets battered, stumbled forward, each step a monumental effort. The bruises and cuts on their bodies were stark against the bright colors of their uniforms. Daigo, the ever-brave Kyoryu Red, led the way, his usually confident stride now a weary trudge. Beside him, Amy, the agile Kyoryu Pink, glanced around warily, her instincts screaming a warning that her tired mind struggled to process.
With barely a whisper of her typically upbeat tone, Amy said, "Daigo, something's not right."
The word "I know" came out of Daigo's weary mouth inside his helmet as he responded. “But we need shelter. We can't fight another battle in this state.”
Ahead of them, the faint glow of a quaint gingerbread house pierced through the thickening mist. The sweet aroma wafting from it was almost irresistible, promising warmth and safety. The promise of rest caused their achy muscles to begin to relax even as the scent reached them.
“Is that... a gingerbread house?” Ian, the cool and collected Kyoryu Black, asked, his eyes narrowing. “Are we in a fairy tale now?”
“Maybe we hit our heads harder than we thought,” Souji, the disciplined Kyoryu Green, muttered. The brutal fight they just survived left his helmet twisted.
Nobuharu, the sturdy Kyoryu Blue, chuckled weakly. “I’d eat anything right now, fairy tale or not.”
Kyoryu Red pushed open the gingerbread house door, the warm glow inside spilling out to welcome them. “Just a few minutes to catch our breath,” he said, stepping inside.
The moment they crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind them with an ominous finality. The sweet aroma intensified, wrapping around them like a heavy blanket. Their movements became sluggish, and their eyelids grew heavy as if filled with lead.
“What... is this?” Kyoryu Pink’s voice was thick with drowsiness.
“I don’t know... but we need to stay alert,” Daigo replied, though his own words were starting to slur.
Because of their exhaustion and the overpowering smell, Ian and Souji instinctively took off their helmets. The cool air hit their faces, but it did nothing to clear the growing haze in their minds. Instead, it seemed to welcome the corruption, seeping into their thoughts and rendering them almost entirely defenseless.
“Why... did we take our helmets off?” Ian asked with a distant and perplexed tone.
“Feels... better this way,” Souji replied, though his eyes were unfocused.
The interior of the house was deceptively cozy. Plush furniture, warm lighting, and the comforting scent of baked goods created an almost hypnotic atmosphere. In the center of the room, a grand feast was laid out on a long table. The sight of the food, so inviting and abundant, was almost too much for their starved senses.
“Look at all this..." Nobuharu said, disbelieving, "food."
“I don’t think... we should eat it,” Amy warned, though her own resolve was weakening.
Unable to resist, Ian and Souji approached the table, their movements automatic and puppet-like. They began to eat, shoveling food into their mouths despite their stomachs groaning in protest. Each bite seemed to amplify their agony, but the corruption in their minds twisted it into a grotesque pleasure.
Daigo tried to move to stop them, but his limbs felt like they were moving through molasses. “Stop... it’s a trap,” he managed to say.
Red licorice ropes slithered out from under the table, wrapping around Daigo’s legs and arms. He struggled, but the candy bindings tightened, cutting off his circulation and sapping his strength. As the licorice tightened, it spread a swirling pattern of corruption across his skintight heroic suit, the vibrant red beginning to darken and twist into grotesque designs. “No... not like this,” he groaned, his vision blurring.
Kyoryu Blue stumbled back as the walls began to ooze a thick, syrupy substance. It first trapped his boots, solidifying around his feet and anchoring him to the floor. He tried to free his legs, pulling with all his might, but the syrup crept higher, coating his calves and then his thighs. His movements became sluggish, the syrup’s grip tightening with every second. Panic set in as the wall behind him began to move, dragging him closer to his doom. “Guys... I can’t move!" He shouted, panicking.
Amy and Yayoi, the inventive Kyoryu Violet, were separated as the walls of the house began to close in. The gingerbread walls shifted around them, creating a labyrinthine maze. Every time they tried to reach their friends, the walls moved again, blocking their path. “Daigo! Nobuharu!” Amy yelled with despair. These walls appeared to absorb her screams and muffle them.
The walls continued to close in, inching closer with each passing moment. The latex-lined surfaces inched closer, the pressure increasing with each second. They fought desperately, their fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth, sticky walls. “Amy! Hold on!" As she struggled to gather herself against the ensnaring force, Yayoi sobbed.
“I’m trying! We need to find a way out!" Kyoryu Pink answered with fear and determination. The walls pressed against her, forcing her to consider a different escape route regretfully. “Yayoi, we need to split up! It’s our only chance!”
Yayoi nodded, tears of frustration in her eyes. “We have to find the source of this... whatever it is! Stay safe, Amy!”
They reluctantly separated, each fighting to find a way out of the closing trap. Amy dashed to the left, her mind racing for a solution. She could hear the syrup’s sinister gurgle as it coated Nobuharu, and Kyoryu Red’s muffled grunts of pain as the licorice corruption spread further across his suit. Kyoryu Violet moved to the right, her sharp mind working overtime to analyze the house's structure and find its weaknesses.
In the center of the room, Ian and Souji continued to gorge on the feast, their faces contorted in pain and pleasure. Each bite seemed to amplify their agony, but the corruption in their minds twisted it into a grotesque pleasure. Ian’s usually sharp eyes were glazed over, his mind a fog of conflicting sensations. “Souji... this isn’t right... why can’t I stop?” Kyoryu Black said in a tone of bewilderment.
“I don’t know... but it hurts... it hurts so much...” Kyoryu Green replied, his hands trembling as he reached for another piece of food. The enchantment held them in its grip, their wills too weakened to resist.
Daigo’s muscles screamed in protest as he strained against the red licorice ropes. He could feel his strength waning, the bindings cutting deeper into his skin. His vision swam with dark spots, and he felt a crushing sense of despair. “Amy... Yayoi... we need to... get out...” He whispered softly.
The licorice ropes tightened further, cutting into his flesh, drawing gasps of pain from him. His vision was almost gone, the darkness closing in. But even in his weakened state, Kyoryu Red’s spirit remained unbroken. He focused on the thought of his friends, the bond they shared, and the countless battles they had fought together.
Kyoryu Blue, still struggling against the syrup that now coated him up to his chest, felt his own strength waning. The syrup was like a living thing, wrapping tighter around him, squeezing his life out. He looked at Daigo, his eyes filled with desperation. “Daigo... what do we do?”
Daigo’s response was a whisper, but it carried the weight of his unyielding spirit. “We... don’t give up...”
Amy and Yayoi’s situation was growing more dire by the second. The walls continued closing in, the pressure making breathing hard. Kyoryu Pink’s fingers were slick with the latex, unable to find purchase. “Yayoi, any luck?” she gasped.
Kyoryu Violet shook her head, her eyes steely with determination. “No... but I won’t stop trying. We have to find a way...”
Nobuharu’s struggle against the syrup grew more desperate as it crept further up his body. The thick, sticky substance clung to him, weighing him down and restricting his movements. He tried to pull free, but his legs were firmly anchored to the floor. The syrup continued to rise, coating his torso and arms, until he was entirely encased. The wall behind him seemed to come alive, pulling him back and clamping him in place as the syrup solidified. He was trapped, a helpless victim, his muffled cries for help echoing weakly through the gingerbread house.
Kyoryu Red's situation was equally dire. The licorice ropes around him tightened, and the swirling candy pattern spread further across his suit. Dark, sinister designs that appeared to pulse with evil energy had now marred the vibrant red. He could feel the corruption seeping into his very soul, twisting his thoughts and weakening his resolve. His heroic suit, once a symbol of his bravery, was now a canvas for the malicious enchantment that sought to break him. “No... I won’t let this... defeat me," he whispered, sounding unsure.
In the center of the room, Ian and Souji’s torment continued. Each bite they took sent waves of agony through their bodies, but they couldn’t stop. Their stomachs bulged grotesquely, their belts cracking under the strain. Their faces were contorted in a mix of pain and warped pleasure, their eyes vacant and lost. “Ian... make it stop...” Kyoryu Green pleaded.
“I can’t... it won’t stop...” Kyoryu Black replied in a voice full of hopelessness.
Amy and Yayoi, meanwhile, fought desperately against the closing walls. The gingerbread structure shifted around them, creating a maze that seemed determined to trap them. The walls inched closer, the pressure making it hard to breathe. “Yayoi, we have to split up!" Amy shouted urgently. “Find a way out!”
Kyoryu Violet nodded, her eyes steely with determination. “We’ll meet on the other side. Be careful!”
They reluctantly separated, each fighting to find an escape route. Kyoryu Pink dashed to the left, her mind racing for a solution. The walls pressed against her, forcing her to leave her revolver weapon behind as it was crushed. She could hear the syrup’s sinister gurgle as it coated Nobuharu, and Daigo’s muffled grunts of pain as the licorice corruption spread further across his suit.
***
Kyoryu Blue was fully clamped to the wall now, the syrup coating him entirely as it solidified into a grotesque cocoon. His muffled cries for help grew weaker, swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere of the gingerbread house. Kyoryu Red, his suit now fully corrupted with swirling candy patterns, shattered his own helmet visor with a wild, unnatural strength. The glass splintered with a resounding crack, fragments falling away to reveal his eyes, which were now glazed over with a manic, crazed expression.
With a guttural roar, Daigo leaped towards Nobuharu, who was still struggling against the syrup. Daigo had forgotten his former self in his corrupted state, acting solely on the twisted impulses driving him. He smeared his own helmet with the corrupting syrup, spreading it over Nobuharu’s head. The syrup seeped into the seams of Nobuharu’s suit, amplifying his struggle and further solidifying his fate.
“Daigo... no... don’t...” Nobuharu’s voice was weak, barely a whisper as the syrup engulfed him.
Ian and Souji, still feasting uncontrollably, felt their bodies betraying them. They shat themselves, the smell of their feces mingling with the scent of the candy they consumed. Their minds, addled by the enchantment, noted with detached horror that even their excrement smelled like candy, a grotesque indication of their complete corruption. “Ian... this isn’t right... even our...” Kyoryu Green’s voice trailed off, lost in the haze of pain and pleasure.
Kyoryu Red, now fully a candy slave, turned his attention to Ian and Souji. His depraved mind saw them as nothing more than prey that the darkness would eat. With a feral growl, he lunged at them, his movements wild and unpredictable. “Eat... more... join us...” he hissed.
Ian and Souji, barely able to comprehend their surroundings, looked up in horror as Kyoryu Red approached. Their stomachs bulged grotesquely, their belts having long since snapped. The corruption had taken hold completely, and their minds noted the absurdity of their situation even as they continued to eat. “Daigo... what happened to you?” Kyoryu Black whispered.
Kyoryu Green tried to back away, but his bloated body wouldn’t respond. “Ian... we’re... trapped...”
Daigo reached them, his hands coated in the same syrup that had trapped Kyoryu Blue. He smeared it over their faces, furthering their descent into madness. The syrup seeped into their pores, amplifying their agony and pleasure. “Join us... be one with the candy...” Kyoryu Red’s voice was a low, hypnotic chant, each word pulling them deeper into the abyss.
Kyoryu Red’s eyes were wild, reflecting his utter sanity loss. He began to taste the syrup on his hands, licking it off with frenzied enthusiasm. “This syrup... it’s so sweet... so perfect...” he muttered between licks, his eyes rolling back in his head in ecstasy. “Why didn’t I see it before? The candy... it’s everything... it’s life...”
He looked at Ian and Souji with a manic grin, his teeth stained with syrup. “You have to try it... you have to taste the sweetness... embrace it...” he screeched, rising to a fever pitch. He grabbed Kyoryu Black by the collar, smearing syrup across his face and shoving his fingers into Ian’s mouth. “Taste it! Feel the power of the candy!”
Ian gagged, his eyes wide with terror as the syrup filled his mouth. He struggled to push Kyoryu Red away, but his strength was gone. “Daigo... stop... please...” he choked out in the muffling syrup.
Souji, witnessing the horror, tried to crawl away, but his bloated body wouldn’t cooperate. “Ian... Daigo... this is wrong... we have to stop...” he pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears.
Daigo’s laughter echoed through the chamber, filled with madness and glee. “There is no stopping! Only sweetness! Only candy!” he shouted as a deranged clamor. He turned his attention to Kyoryu Green, his eyes gleaming with insane delight. “And you, Souji... you’ll taste it too... you’ll love it...”
He pounced on Souji, smearing syrup over his face and shoving his fingers into Souji’s mouth. “Taste it! Embrace the candy! Become one with it!” he screamed in madness.
***
Finally, Amy managed to escape the maze of crushing walls, her body aching and her breath coming in ragged gasps. She found herself in a chamber, her eyes widening in horror as she saw Luckyuro standing before her, a sinister grin on her face. “Welcome, Kyoryu Pink,” Luckyuro purred meanly. “I’ve been expecting you.”
Amy’s heart pounded as she watched Luckyuro open her purse. Rubbery, phallic-shaped tentacles emerged from its depths, writhing and pulsating with a dark energy. “No... stay away!” Kyoryu Pink shouted, trying to back away, but there was nowhere to go.
The tentacles lashed out, slapping and slashing at Amy mercilessly. She tried to defend herself, but it was a hopeless endeavor without her weapon. Each strike left her more bruised and battered, her energy waning with every passing second. Luckyuro's laughter sent chills through the chamber, foreshadowing her doom. “You’ll spend the rest of your life as my precious inside this purse,” Luckyuro boasted, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
Amy’s mind raced, desperation fueling her attempts to fend off the relentless assault. “I won’t... let you... Win!" She cried in fear. She swung her arms, trying to knock the tentacles away, but they were too strong. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, driving the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping for breath.
Luckyuro stepped closer, her grin widening. “You’re strong, but not strong enough. Soon, your little hero journey will end in my purse hell.” The tentacles wrapped around Amy’s limbs, pulling her towards the open purse. She struggled with all her might, but it was no use. The rubbery appendages were too powerful, their grip unyielding.
Kyoryu Pink’s vision blurred as she fought to stay conscious. She could see Luckyuro’s malicious glee and triumph in her smile. “No... I can’t... let this happen,” she thought, but her strength faded. The tentacles tightened their grip, drawing her closer to the purse’s gaping maw.
In a final, desperate act, Amy summoned the last of her strength. “Daigo! Nobuharu! Anyone... help me!” she screamed, echoing through the chamber. But there was no response, only the cold, cruel laughter of Luckyuro.
The tentacles pulled her into the purse, the rubbery interior closing around her. The last thing she saw was Luckyuro’s triumphant face, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Say hello to your new prison, Kyoryu Pink," Luckyuro whispered, echoing in Amy's ears as darkness fell.
Amy’s mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear and desperation. “I can’t... end like this,” she thought, but the crushing embrace of the purse was relentless. The rubbery walls pressed in on her, squeezing the life from her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one more difficult than the last.
Kyoryu Pink’s thoughts turned to her friends in the ensuing gloom. She could see their faces, hear their voices, feel their presence. “We’re stronger together,” she thought, her mind clinging to that hope. But as the rubbery walls pressed tighter, that hope began to fade.
Luckyuro's laughter terrorized the chamber. "You're mine now, Kyoryu Pink," she said with sadistic joy. “And soon, your friends will join you.”
Kyoryu Pink’s vision blurred, her strength nearly gone. But she hoped they could find a way out even as the darkness loomed. “Together... we’re stronger..." Her whisper echoed in the oppressive silence.
***
The former Kyoryu Red was beyond ravenous. The insatiable hunger for the sweet corruption consumed him. Luckyuro, ever the sadistic tormentor, appeared before him, her twisted grin widening. She opened her purse with a flourish, revealing Amy, the Kyoryu Pink, now transformed into a chocolate candy version of herself. Her formerly vibrant suit was now a glossy, dark chocolate shell, her eyes filled with horror and pain behind her helmet visor.
Luckyuro viciously purred, calling Daigo her faithful minion. "Here is your reward. Enjoy your friend."
Daigo didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, his eyes fixated on Amy's helmet visor opening. He could see the fear in her eyes, but it only fueled his corrupted desires. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the chocolate that was once his friend. Amy screamed, a sound of pure agony that echoed through the chamber, but Kyoryu Red didn't care. He licked eagerly, savoring the sweet, melting chocolate as it mingled with her pain.
"Please... Daigo... stop..." Amy's voice was a choked whisper, her strength fading as the corruption consumed her.
But Daigo was lost to the madness. He licked more fervently, not caring that each touch of his tongue caused a part of her to melt away. Her screams became weaker, her body trembling with each agonizing lick. The chocolate shell softened under his assault, bits of it breaking away and dissolving in his mouth.
The ravenous Daigo snapped and licked Kyoryu Pink’s chocolate limbs, and she felt every agonizing moment. Her screams echoed through the chamber, a haunting melody of pain and despair. But the curse of Luckyuro's enchantment kept her trapped in a perpetual cycle of torment. Each time a limb was devoured, it regrew, only for the process to start over again.
“Please... Daigo... stop!” Kyoryu Pink’s voice wasn’t a broken whisper but a high-pitched, mania-fueled screech. Her eyes, visible through the cracked visor of her twisted chocolate helmet, were wide with terror and pain.
The former Kyoryu Red was oblivious to her agony. He licked the chocolate with wild abandon, his movements erratic and frenzied. He muttered with frenzy between licks, "So sweet... so delicious... more... I need more!"
With a manic laugh, Daigo grabbed two candy-spiraled hoses that hung from the walls. He danced wildly, his corrupted mind filled with sadistic glee. He forced the hoses into the rears of Ian and Souji, who were already weakened and unable to resist. Their screams of pain filled the room as the hoses began to suck their insides and waste, the twisted cycle of agony beginning anew.
“Please! No! It hurts! Stop!” Kyoryu Black screamed, his voice raw and filled with terror.
Kyoryu Green’s eyes widened in horror as the hoses penetrated him. “Get them out! It’s killing us! Stop it!” He wept, his screams reverberating.
Ian and Souji’s bodies convulsed, their minds reeling from the unbearable pain. The hoses pumped their excretions and bodily fluids, the enchanted machinery feeding off their suffering. “Please... no more!” Kyoryu Green whimpered, his voice breaking.
Kyoryu Black, his face contorted in agony, could only scream. The hoses forced them to eat more from the grotesque feast, their bodies bloating further with each bite. The enchantment kept them trapped in an endless loop of consumption and excretion, their minds shattered by the relentless torment.
Daigo watched with twisted delight, licking the syrup from the permanently suffocated Kyoryu Blue. He chanted, his eyes ablaze with madness, "So sweet... so perfect... keep going... eat more!"
The process repeated over and over, the room filled with the sounds of suffering and corrupted joy. Each cycle, the heroes' rainbow energy burst out from their bodies, the colorful light a stark contrast to the darkness of their surroundings. The energy was drawn into Luckyuro's purse, forming the helmet masks of the fallen Kyoryugers as a sign of their defeat and assimilation.
Luckyuro reveled in the sight, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Yes, my precious minions... give me your power... "Become a part of me," she whispered with an evil sense of humor.
The corrupted Kyoryugers, now nothing more than twisted shadows of their former selves, continued their torment. Daigo danced and licked, his body moving with an unnatural grace. Kyoryu Pink’s chocolate limbs snapped and regrew, each cycle more painful than the last. Ian and Souji's bodies bloated and convulsed, their screams a never-ending symphony of agony as the hoses sucked their insides and waste, making the process even more excruciating.
As the last vestiges of their rainbow energy were drawn into the purse, Luckyuro's greed grew insatiable. She couldn't wait to taste the final Kyoryuger, the last remaining spark of resistance in this house of horrors.
Daigo was beyond ravenous, and Luckyuro was all too happy to provide. She appeared before him, opening her purse to reveal the now chocolate-candy Amy. “Here’s your reward, my faithful minion,” she purred.
Daigo didn’t waste a second. He lunged at Kyoryu Pink, his tongue flicking out to taste her through the cracked visor of her helmet. Amy’s eyes widened in terror, her screams of pain filling the room as Kyoryu Red licked a part of her melting form.
“Please... Daigo... stop!” Amy screeched, her voice filled with frenzied pain.
But Daigo was lost to his corrupted desires. He licked more fervently, savoring the sweet, melting chocolate as it mingled with her pain. Her screams became weaker, her body trembling with each agonizing lick. The chocolate shell softened under his assault, bits of it breaking away and dissolving in his mouth.
Daigo’s movements became more erratic, his addiction to the candy driving him to new heights of madness. “I need it... I need the bliss... the sweetness... it’s everything!” he babbled, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Why didn’t I see it before? The candy... it’s life... it’s power...”
Luckyuro watched with sadistic glee, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Yes, Kyoryu Red, taste her. Embrace the sweetness. Your transformation is nearly complete.”
Daigo’s mind was a haze of sugary desire. He licked and bit at Kyoryu Pink’s chocolate form, his hands grasping at her melting armor. Her cries became faint, her body convulsing violently as the last remnants of her former self slipped away. “Daigo... you have to remember... who you are...” she managed to whisper, but it was too late.
He licked up to her face, his tongue sliding over her visor, tasting the tears mixed with the chocolate. Amy’s eyes closed, her body convulsing one last time before she fell silent. The Kyoryu Pink heroine was now melted and broken in Kyoryu Red's hands.
Luckyuro clapped her hands, her laughter echoing through the chamber. “Marvelous! You’ve done well, Kyoryu Red. You’re truly my greatest creation.”
Daigo’s eyes, glazed with corruption, looked up at Luckyuro, his face smeared with the remnants of Amy. “More... give me more...He whispered, his words a long-gone memorial of heroics past.
Luckyuro smiled, her expression one of pure triumph. “In due time, my pet. First, we must finish what we started.”
***
Amy’s screams echoed through the gingerbread house as Daigo continued his frenzied assault. Each lick, each bite, sent waves of agony through her body, yet her chocolate limbs regrew every time they were devoured. In her final desperate attempt, Kyoryu Pink focused all her remaining strength. She snapped her chocolate arm off at the elbow, feeling the unbearable pain surge through her. With her other hand, she managed to reach for her Kyoryu battery, a small but powerful energy source that could save her.
“Please... let this work...” she whispered through gritted teeth, tears of agony streaming down her face.
With a burst of energy, the Kyoryu battery activated, sending a blinding light through the chamber. The force of the explosion blasted through the gingerbread walls, shattering the cursed confectionery structure. The energy hurled the battery straight into Kyoryu Violet’s revolver, which lay on the floor of the adjoining chamber.
Yayoi, her eyes wide with shock, watched as the revolver glowed brightly. Realizing what was happening, she seized the gun, her fingers trembling. “Amy... you did it...” she whispered. Using the energy from the battery, Yayoi teleported out of the cursed hut just as it began to transform her friends into permanent feast minions for Luckyuro with booming screams of unbelievable pain.
Comments
Divo Tirta
Me too personally! :D
Ken K
I can’t wait to see where the rest of the story goes and what other surprises Luckyuro has up her sleeves and in her purse
