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Here is the beginning of The Labyrinth Hotel! I'm releasing the first two images early since I've gotten up to speed to quickly. The rest will be posted one month after being on Patreon, which you can visit here for only 5$!
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Item #: SCP-H-4311
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-H-4311 is already well hidden by its remote location the
foundation has found that simply placing a gate around it is enough to ward off most individuals, however, we’ve found that completely locking it away has negative effects on the surroundings. Leaving it accessible to those who truly want to find it is an acceptable solution.
Description: SCP-H-4311 is a large abandoned hotel in the middle of the Umatilla National Forest. The exterior is made mostly of concrete with no windows and a very simple front entrance. Entering the hotel reveals a completely finished interior, and also reveals that it’s bigger on the inside than the outside.
The purpose of the hotel seems to relate directly to a desire to fulfill sexual fantasies. Once inside it seems an individual does not require food and water, though they may still consume it if presented. After extensive testing it’s been revealed that the hotel isn’t naturally hostile, however if the kinks of an individual do lean towards bodily harm or involve pain then their needs will be met.
While it is possible to leave the hotel we’ve noted an increased desire to stay even from staff who had no prior knowledge of what the hotel was. That being said, the hotel does seem to draw in individuals from all over the world who simply crave a sexual experience in a consistent manner. Perhaps it signals those with more unique fantasies, otherwise it would be swamped with people hopping the fence. More than once a staff member has gone in and never returned. We hope they at least enjoy their stay.
The forest was calm. The day was warm. SCP-H-4311 spent most of it’s time in a setting such as this. But every so often this peace was broken as the chain fence rustled and overgrown bush plants were moved to the side.
Today was one of those days. The rustling grew closer and closer until Pascal, a chubby white dalmatian with brown spots poked his head through the final bits of overgrowth. As he stepped forward he finally came face to face with the beast. It was deceptively simple.
He walked cautiously up to the front entrance. He wanted so badly to rush inside, but knowing what it was made him just a little hesitant. He knew it was an SCP. He had done as much research as possible, but it wasn’t easy with the foundation keeping it a secret on the internet. Every so often though it would pop up online from someone who’d been there, and funnily enough he knew it existed even before then as he’d... dreamed of it.
In the end, he knew he had to visit. It called to him. Something in the pit of his belly knew he had to find it and explore. What awaited him inside was a total mystery however.
He stood in front of the front entrance, the double doors chained shut with no real effort. The chain itself was loosely in place. He wondered if this was just a part of the hotel’s appearance. He pulled the chain off, and grabbed the door handle. He took a deep breath and pulled it open, stepping inside.
As the door closed behind him Pascal became immersed in a simple yet stylized hotel interior. To say it was different was an understatement. It was not grand. It was not filled with other guests. It was a hallway that dripped of individual luxury. It was cozy, it felt personal.
The walls were a dark green, glass panels divided the center black and gold marbled pathway and the water and plant feature on the other side. At the end of the hallway stood a single figure behind a simple desk. Pascal approached slowly as he took in the sights, but eventually came face to face with the panther.
“Good afternoon sir, welcome the The Labyrinth Hotel” spoke the desk clerk. Pascal was still looking around a bit while he was being greeted, so it took a second to snap and make eye contact.
“How long will you be staying with us?” She tilted her head, yet her cool demeanor never left.
“I uh-uhm, I’m not sure.” Pascal eeked out. Looking at the big cat’s vest, he saw the name “Jacky” on her employee badge.
“An indefinite stay? We’re delighted to hear this…”
Pascal smiles timidly, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. Jacky waves her hand dismissively.
“Please sir, your money is no good here.”
Pascal tilted his head. “I don’t have to pay?”
“Here at The Labyrinth we are rewarded simply by your presence. As I’m sure you are aware this is not your typical arrangement. Your ability to find us is proof enough of your aptitude. A coy grin grows on her face. “So please, have no worries over your personal finances. Instead, let us take care of you.”
Pascal appears caught off guard, but nods in agreement. Jacky then reaches under the desk and pulls out a shiny golden key, ornate and traditional looking. “Your room key sir.”
Pascal reached out for his key. Despite how quickly this was all developing he strangely had no problem buying into it all. It just felt natural.
“You’ll find to your right the door to enter the first hallway. Your room is 105. Inside you’ll find a short guide to our expectations and how best to enjoy your stay. But please, do not hesitate to ring me for assistance if needed. Just pick up the phone and dial 8.”
The dog nodded, feeling the heavy metal key in his palm. He looked Jacky in the yes, uttered a sincere “thank you”, and proceeded to the door. But just as he reached for the handle…
“Oh and Pascal.”
He turned to look over his shoulder.
“We do have a strict dress code. Tops only, please~”
Pascal looked down and sure enough, hidden behind the front desk, he could now see Jacky’s exposed pussy. He blushed, eliciting a subtle smile from the cat, but he nodded in understanding.
She watched as the dalmatian vanished through the doorway. A soft click sounded as the door shut gently.
In front of Pascal was a long hallway. In the distance he could see a T junction. The layout of the hotel was a total mystery to him, but given the name of the place he wasn’t really expecting much else. He felt a distinct feeling here… almost as if he was walking inside a dream.
The other thing he noticed was just how quiet it was. The buzz of the lights overhead was the loudest sound, and even that was barely loud enough to register. His foot steps on the soft carpet gave a comforting feeling. Any tension he had brought in with him was quickly fading. He had always enjoyed hotels, so in a weird way he already felt right at home. He wondered to himself, what kind of snacks would their vending machines hold? What kind of room service could he order? ...what other things could be ordered?
He noticed as well just how well the interior was designed. The royal green, gold, and black colors of the entry had changed. Now the walls were a dark charcoal color, and the carpet was a cool gray. Gold light fixtures adorned the sides, and the ceiling was off-white. It was upscale, but not grand. Much like the entry way this was clearly an individual luxury, meant for the few that could find it.
As he passed the doors he counted the numbers and eventually came to face ‘105’. After years of electronic locks and key cards it felt really nice to have something physical again. They key made a satisfying heavy ‘chunk’ as he unlocked the room.
The door grazed across the carpet into a modest room, then quietly shut as he stepped inside. The lights were flipped on, and he was greeted with a clean and orderly little home. The bed was neatly made, there was a round wooden table, and of course a TV sitting atop a big dresser. As he approached the bed he found the little paper Jacky had spoken of.
Pascal picked up the paper and it read:
“Welcome guest to the Labyrinth Hotel. You’ll come to find this is an adult space unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. Our guests are required to stick to a strict no-pants dress code. Should this code by violated the hotel will find was of fixing the issue. Here there are no rules, no bullies, no naysayers, no judgmental minds. Simply put, there are no limits. Do not concern yourself with decency. Do not trouble yourself with worries of expose or embarrassment. Here may be the one place on Earth where you are truly free to be yourself. So please, have no worries, and make yourself at home.
For assistance, please dial 8. If you are wondering where to begin, we suggest seeing our in-house medical professional Nugget in room 104. Should you need him, his room is never far. Neither is yours. And of course, you can always order room service free of charge by dialing 7. Other helpful numbers are listed by the phone.”
Pascal turned the paper over to find the back blank. Simply enough, he thought, and so he removed his pants.
Just then, the familiar sound of a light switch being flipped could be heard, and the dog’s ears perked as he looked over to notice the light spilling out from under the bathroom door.
“um, h-hello?” He called out.
The door slid open and a figure emerged. Pascal let out a whine of fear, but just as he was about to lose his cool he realized who it was. Stepping out of the bathroom was none other than… Cuda! The big roo stood in the doorway as the dog let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh my gosh, Cuda, you really scared me!” His tail began to wag in relief. “I thought you were gonna be some sort of monster, or maybe someone who followed me here and… um, hey, you feeling ok?”
Pascal’s tone changed as he noticed the speed at which Cuda approached him. Pascal tilted his head as he noticed them… his eyes, they were less animated and his stare felt cold.
“O-oh, you’re not CudaaaAAAAH!”
Pascal let out a yell of surprise as this strange silent version of Cuda grabbed his hips and spun him around where he stood, making him face the bed. Suddenly he felt a shove on his shoulders and the dog was bent over, his hands pressed into the neatly made bed.
“Woah! Ok, you don’t wait around do you?”
Pascal looked back for a moment, Cuda grabbed his hips and was firmly pressing his erection between the dog’s plump cheeks. Pre already drooling down and making his hole slick.
“W-wow, so that’s how it is around here?” His tail gave away his excitement as it wagged quickly.
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Next>>
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You can download this portion of the story from my Proton since it is kinda long.
https://drive.proton.me/urls/6SYKKW.....G#CIgQ1GGxnwlk
Item #: SCP-H-4311
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-H-4311 is already well hidden by its remote location the
foundation has found that simply placing a gate around it is enough to ward off most individuals, however, we’ve found that completely locking it away has negative effects on the surroundings. Leaving it accessible to those who truly want to find it is an acceptable solution.
Description: SCP-H-4311 is a large abandoned hotel in the middle of the Umatilla National Forest. The exterior is made mostly of concrete with no windows and a very simple front entrance. Entering the hotel reveals a completely finished interior, and also reveals that it’s bigger on the inside than the outside.
The purpose of the hotel seems to relate directly to a desire to fulfill sexual fantasies. Once inside it seems an individual does not require food and water, though they may still consume it if presented. After extensive testing it’s been revealed that the hotel isn’t naturally hostile, however if the kinks of an individual do lean towards bodily harm or involve pain then their needs will be met.
While it is possible to leave the hotel we’ve noted an increased desire to stay even from staff who had no prior knowledge of what the hotel was. That being said, the hotel does seem to draw in individuals from all over the world who simply crave a sexual experience in a consistent manner. Perhaps it signals those with more unique fantasies, otherwise it would be swamped with people hopping the fence. More than once a staff member has gone in and never returned. We hope they at least enjoy their stay.
The forest was calm. The day was warm. SCP-H-4311 spent most of it’s time in a setting such as this. But every so often this peace was broken as the chain fence rustled and overgrown bush plants were moved to the side.
Today was one of those days. The rustling grew closer and closer until Pascal, a chubby white dalmatian with brown spots poked his head through the final bits of overgrowth. As he stepped forward he finally came face to face with the beast. It was deceptively simple.
He walked cautiously up to the front entrance. He wanted so badly to rush inside, but knowing what it was made him just a little hesitant. He knew it was an SCP. He had done as much research as possible, but it wasn’t easy with the foundation keeping it a secret on the internet. Every so often though it would pop up online from someone who’d been there, and funnily enough he knew it existed even before then as he’d... dreamed of it.
In the end, he knew he had to visit. It called to him. Something in the pit of his belly knew he had to find it and explore. What awaited him inside was a total mystery however.
He stood in front of the front entrance, the double doors chained shut with no real effort. The chain itself was loosely in place. He wondered if this was just a part of the hotel’s appearance. He pulled the chain off, and grabbed the door handle. He took a deep breath and pulled it open, stepping inside.
As the door closed behind him Pascal became immersed in a simple yet stylized hotel interior. To say it was different was an understatement. It was not grand. It was not filled with other guests. It was a hallway that dripped of individual luxury. It was cozy, it felt personal.
The walls were a dark green, glass panels divided the center black and gold marbled pathway and the water and plant feature on the other side. At the end of the hallway stood a single figure behind a simple desk. Pascal approached slowly as he took in the sights, but eventually came face to face with the panther.
“Good afternoon sir, welcome the The Labyrinth Hotel” spoke the desk clerk. Pascal was still looking around a bit while he was being greeted, so it took a second to snap and make eye contact.
“How long will you be staying with us?” She tilted her head, yet her cool demeanor never left.
“I uh-uhm, I’m not sure.” Pascal eeked out. Looking at the big cat’s vest, he saw the name “Jacky” on her employee badge.
“An indefinite stay? We’re delighted to hear this…”
Pascal smiles timidly, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. Jacky waves her hand dismissively.
“Please sir, your money is no good here.”
Pascal tilted his head. “I don’t have to pay?”
“Here at The Labyrinth we are rewarded simply by your presence. As I’m sure you are aware this is not your typical arrangement. Your ability to find us is proof enough of your aptitude. A coy grin grows on her face. “So please, have no worries over your personal finances. Instead, let us take care of you.”
Pascal appears caught off guard, but nods in agreement. Jacky then reaches under the desk and pulls out a shiny golden key, ornate and traditional looking. “Your room key sir.”
Pascal reached out for his key. Despite how quickly this was all developing he strangely had no problem buying into it all. It just felt natural.
“You’ll find to your right the door to enter the first hallway. Your room is 105. Inside you’ll find a short guide to our expectations and how best to enjoy your stay. But please, do not hesitate to ring me for assistance if needed. Just pick up the phone and dial 8.”
The dog nodded, feeling the heavy metal key in his palm. He looked Jacky in the yes, uttered a sincere “thank you”, and proceeded to the door. But just as he reached for the handle…
“Oh and Pascal.”
He turned to look over his shoulder.
“We do have a strict dress code. Tops only, please~”
Pascal looked down and sure enough, hidden behind the front desk, he could now see Jacky’s exposed pussy. He blushed, eliciting a subtle smile from the cat, but he nodded in understanding.
She watched as the dalmatian vanished through the doorway. A soft click sounded as the door shut gently.
In front of Pascal was a long hallway. In the distance he could see a T junction. The layout of the hotel was a total mystery to him, but given the name of the place he wasn’t really expecting much else. He felt a distinct feeling here… almost as if he was walking inside a dream.
The other thing he noticed was just how quiet it was. The buzz of the lights overhead was the loudest sound, and even that was barely loud enough to register. His foot steps on the soft carpet gave a comforting feeling. Any tension he had brought in with him was quickly fading. He had always enjoyed hotels, so in a weird way he already felt right at home. He wondered to himself, what kind of snacks would their vending machines hold? What kind of room service could he order? ...what other things could be ordered?
He noticed as well just how well the interior was designed. The royal green, gold, and black colors of the entry had changed. Now the walls were a dark charcoal color, and the carpet was a cool gray. Gold light fixtures adorned the sides, and the ceiling was off-white. It was upscale, but not grand. Much like the entry way this was clearly an individual luxury, meant for the few that could find it.
As he passed the doors he counted the numbers and eventually came to face ‘105’. After years of electronic locks and key cards it felt really nice to have something physical again. They key made a satisfying heavy ‘chunk’ as he unlocked the room.
The door grazed across the carpet into a modest room, then quietly shut as he stepped inside. The lights were flipped on, and he was greeted with a clean and orderly little home. The bed was neatly made, there was a round wooden table, and of course a TV sitting atop a big dresser. As he approached the bed he found the little paper Jacky had spoken of.
Pascal picked up the paper and it read:
“Welcome guest to the Labyrinth Hotel. You’ll come to find this is an adult space unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. Our guests are required to stick to a strict no-pants dress code. Should this code by violated the hotel will find was of fixing the issue. Here there are no rules, no bullies, no naysayers, no judgmental minds. Simply put, there are no limits. Do not concern yourself with decency. Do not trouble yourself with worries of expose or embarrassment. Here may be the one place on Earth where you are truly free to be yourself. So please, have no worries, and make yourself at home.
For assistance, please dial 8. If you are wondering where to begin, we suggest seeing our in-house medical professional Nugget in room 104. Should you need him, his room is never far. Neither is yours. And of course, you can always order room service free of charge by dialing 7. Other helpful numbers are listed by the phone.”
Pascal turned the paper over to find the back blank. Simply enough, he thought, and so he removed his pants.
Just then, the familiar sound of a light switch being flipped could be heard, and the dog’s ears perked as he looked over to notice the light spilling out from under the bathroom door.
“um, h-hello?” He called out.
The door slid open and a figure emerged. Pascal let out a whine of fear, but just as he was about to lose his cool he realized who it was. Stepping out of the bathroom was none other than… Cuda! The big roo stood in the doorway as the dog let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh my gosh, Cuda, you really scared me!” His tail began to wag in relief. “I thought you were gonna be some sort of monster, or maybe someone who followed me here and… um, hey, you feeling ok?”
Pascal’s tone changed as he noticed the speed at which Cuda approached him. Pascal tilted his head as he noticed them… his eyes, they were less animated and his stare felt cold.
“O-oh, you’re not CudaaaAAAAH!”
Pascal let out a yell of surprise as this strange silent version of Cuda grabbed his hips and spun him around where he stood, making him face the bed. Suddenly he felt a shove on his shoulders and the dog was bent over, his hands pressed into the neatly made bed.
“Woah! Ok, you don’t wait around do you?”
Pascal looked back for a moment, Cuda grabbed his hips and was firmly pressing his erection between the dog’s plump cheeks. Pre already drooling down and making his hole slick.
“W-wow, so that’s how it is around here?” His tail gave away his excitement as it wagged quickly.
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