Go Left

Taking a deep breath, Vanessa makes up her mind.

She starts to drift back to the center of the clearing, leading the chasing Futa on. Then, as she hears the whistling sound again, Vanessa turns 90 degrees left, and exits the clearing, ducking her head as she does so, just to be safe. It turns out to be a good idea, as a knife whistles right above her head. With added traction from her boots, the complete change of momentum isn't a problem for Vanessa, and she transitions from one path to another in an instant.

Luckily, the change of direction seems to completely throw the redhead off. She tries to stop as Vanessa did, but with her increased pace and lack of footwear, she ends up slipping on the muddy ground.

Hearing a thud, Vanessa briefly glances behind her, and sees the futa, having landed on her ass from the sudden change. Although it looks like she's already getting up, the few seconds of distance in which only Vanessa is running might widen the distance gap enough that the extra time bought is closer to a couple minutes. That should easily make up for the lost time of the alternative route.

However, as she celebrated, Vanessa lost her concentration, and as she went into a slow turn to avoid a steep slope and return to the previous direction she was going, her left foot lands on the angled side of a rock. In an instant, her ankle twists and she loses her balance. And between the speed she was moving and the wet ground, she quickly goes tumbling down the slope almost completely uncontrollably.

This is it, Vanessa thought as she was sent rolling, unable to get a grip on the ground to stand up. I'm going to be caught and made into a beta Sex ****, my dreams of cultivation unrealized, **** to live a life of brainless lust and submission. Of all the dangers I could've run into exploring, I had never imagined that running into an Alpha futa cultivator alone would've been what did me in. How sad. At least it can't get any worse than this.

And as those thoughts went through her head, Vanessa felt a sudden weightlessness. The shock brought her out of her despair, enough to recall the local terrain. She let out a mental groan at the memory. At the bottom of the slope she had rolled down was a 12 foot drop onto another slope. At the bottom of that slope? One of the largest trees she had ever encountered, and one of the hardest. It was called an Ancient Cock-Foundation Pine, named such because the bark was said to be as hard as the erection of a Full-Mast Futa cultivator in the middle of their Foundation Establishment stage, and the wood was even harder. This particular one was most likely well over a thousand years old, and had a radius of about 15 feet.

_Oh shit, _She thought. Turns out it can get worse than becoming a sex ****. If this doesn't kill me, my nervous system may very well end up being too damaged to feel much. Then instead of being a sex ****, I'll be a sex **** who doesn't get any pleasure out of the sex. I think that just might be even worse.

As the weightlessness ended, Vanessa felt her back impact with the ground, hard enough to break a rib or two, and she let out a wheeze as the air was knocked out of her. As she continued rolling, her speed picked up even further, and she felt something shift on her back and hips. Sharp rocks cut into her sides, and her clothes began to tear.

After her head rolled over a rock, Vanessa began to feel herself lose consciousness. It was slow, but inevitable. And as she felt herself fading, the turning suddenly stopped, and she felt weightless once more. With the last of her fading strength, Vanessa began to open her eyes-just enough to see a faint light and a rough brown texture.

***

The redheaded futa, Novella, cursed as she slipped. She was tripped up by a DAMNED civilian, a completely normal person. It was absurd, and humiliating in every sense of the word. How her new sisters at The Hard Stone Fist Sect would laugh at her if they knew. In her rush to get up, fueled by her rage, she almost slipped and fell back to the ground twice. Infuriated, she began to channel resolve to her feet as she resumed chase, allowing her to grip the ground far better than any hiking boots. Through the foliage, the pouring rain, and the lack of sunlight, Novella thought she saw the runaway future sex **** she was chasing trip and take a tumble down the base of the mountain.

She ran up to the edge and jumped down the slope without hesitation. In the air, she looked below her and found the tracks that the escapee had made. Following them, she soon dropped down another ledge, and noted that the sword and knives that the futa had been wearing were sprawled all across the ground. Novella chuckled to herself. There was no way that the purple-haired woman would escape now.

But as she reached a massive tree, the trail come to an end. Novella paused and looked around but there was no sign of anybody else outside of the trail that stopped at the base of the tree. It took a few more seconds in order for her to register that her prey had managed to escape capture. Then she became blinded by rage.

"FUCK! She Escaped! That trash DARED to make a fool of me and then ran! Next time I see her I'll Fucking KILL her!" In her rage, Novella punched the tree with all her might. The impact split her skin and crushed her knuckles.

The tree didn't break. It surprised Novella, and she looked at a little confused.

Than she registered the pain and the damage she took, and let out a loud yell. Nearby animals fled at the sound. The pain broke Novella out of her range.

"What am I doing?" The redhead asked herself. After a few seconds of clearing her mind, the futa began to trudge back to where she thought she last remembered the cave to be, in hopes that she could dry off and resume cultivation. And as a particularly loud clap of thunder resounded across the mountain, Novella swore that if she ever saw the purple-haired explorer again, she'd break her. Mind, Body, and Soul.