"Oh dear!"
That was the thought that echoed through Vanilla the Rabbit's head. Her daughter Cream's chao, Cheese, had inexplicably flew off during Cream's slumber-party and into the night, spurring the girls to chase after him. Cheese had flown through the forest that surrounded their house, leading deeper and deeper, far beyond any sign of civilization. Eventually, after about 23 minutes of running, Cheese came to a stop. As the girls got closer to the wayward chao, an odd sight shifted into view. A castle, or at least a large estate, rested in the center of a large clearing, surrounded by a small moat.
Cheese ended the shocked silence by chirping and flying toward the castle, stopping in front of it's large doors. Then, to Vanilla's suprize, the doors opened by themselves, welcoming the chao in.
"It went into the castle. Great." Rouge commented sarcastically.
"We have to go in after Cheese, Mommie!" Cream exclaimed, looking at her mother with tears welling in her eyes.
"O-Of course, dear!" Vanilla stated, voice shaking. With that, their group went in. As they passed the doors going in, Vanilla noticed a thin candle-light coming from within. As soon as everyone was in, the doors slammed shut, and audible lock-click sounding. Tensions began to rise as Amy tried the handles.
"They're both locked." Amy stated, concern apparent.
"Stand back, I can handle this!" Blaze exclaimed, hands glowing ember-ish red. Flames shot out of hands at the doors, engulfing them for a good 10 seconds before dying down. Rouge checked the doors. Not even a scorch mark.
Then, things got a lot worse. The dim light with which they saw dissapeared, startling them all.
Vanilla stumbled blindly in the darkness, searching for her daughter without sight. Eventually, Vanilla stumbled into a small, yet dimly-lit room. She looked around, noticing nothing out-of-the-ordinary. She dusted off her dress and began to think.
The Ghost King Boom Boo chuckled. He had chosen this woman to be his new vessel, with whom he would exact his revenge. A small breeze rustled Vanilla's dress, yet she took no notice. Boom Boo silently flattened himself to the ground, taking advantage of his ghostly physiology to become thinner than paper. He slid into position directly under where Vanilla was standing, and grinned.
The Ghost King reached his hands upwards, both clutching either side of the hem of Vanilla's dress, spreading it. Yet again, Vanilla took no notice to this, deep in thought. Boom Boo shaped the rest of himself that had been flat on the floor into what appeared like a pale, ghostly white tentacle rising from the floor. Of course, he was completely obscured, as he was under her dress. Boom Boo carefully guided his tentacle-like self up the recesses of Vanilla's dress and between her legs, carefully avoiding touching either leg. Eventually, he reached the top, nearly touching her undergarments.
Vanilla was deep in thought. She was wondering of where the others could be within this castle. Vanilla's deep thoughts were interrupted by a slight tickle in her "lower areas". Immediately, that tickle grew into a feeling of invasion, as the tentacle/ghost forced past her defenses. Vanilla yelped and struck a pose that would've put Marilyn Monroe to shame as the Ghost King climbed upwards. Vanilla dropped to her hands and knees as the ghostly hands let go of her hem and joined the main tentacle. Vanilla screamed at the top of her lungs as the phantom tentacle forced itself into her body completely, sliding in with a slimy 'SLURP'. Vanilla collapsed onto the floor, panting.
After about 2 minutes, Vanilla's breathing slowed, and she forced herself to her feet. She looked around, confused, before abruptly stopping. Vanilla clutched her head and moaned in pain. Her eyes began to shift from their calm brown to a deep crimson, before returning to their previous color. Vanilla let her hands fall to her sides and an evil grin crept across her usually warm and kind face. A dark, uncharacteristic chuckle crept from her mouth, as she looked down at her impressive form.
"Heh heh heh... Now I have a body to carry my plan out with..." She stated, The Ghost King manipulating her voice. She smiled at her alluring curves, before laughing again.
Her dark laughs echoed through the empty halls.
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