Vine fun

Niery stirs like she's having a bad dream, she wants to roll over but can't.

Suddenly she's wide awake.
Her arms are held above her head with her back against a tree. Her legs are in a similar condition but spread out a little. Her tail is tightly trapped against the treebark by no doubt another vine. She can feel them wrapped around her wrists and ankles and several more crawling over her Thighs, stomach, neck and cheek as if they are searching for something. They explore the bumps on her belly with utmost curiosity while another prods her navel with intrigue

Meanwhile another slides across her lips, and she knows what they want now. More vines start to explore around her nethers, they seem frustrated by a barrier of leather but soon find a way to bypass it by wriggling in between the material and her thigh. More soon follow until they all stop at her cunny. They seem confused as they snake around and over it.. suddenly she remembers. The Drider Queen had clogged up the passage to protect her brood.. The vines must be pissed..

And then the hairs on her tail begin to stand upright as one vine has discovered another weakness in her "body armour", exploritively it prods at the hole beneath her tail causing a moan to escape Niery's lips. This in turn allows the one on her lips to surge in and explore yet another venue of opportunity, it rapidly slides in brushing past her tonsils and down into her throat, it only stops when it meets the barrier of her stomach.

The entire intruder begins to shudder, its long appendage wobbling against the narrow passage of her esophagus whilst hitting her uvula repeatedly to trigger a gag, the moment her stomach attempts to throw up it plugs the hole with its tendril.

The fox doesn't get a moment to recover as the one exploring her pucker plunges in soon after and immediately begins **** her bumhole. At least the tendril isn't entirely dry but some sort of sap secretes all along the surface, slick noises start to sound from within her leather briefs and a wet sludge begins to puddle and drizzle down her pantleg and thigh.

The one inside her muzzle copies the other and a vile taste begins to invade her mouth when it starts to fuck her. It reminds her of brustle sprouts or other bitter vegetables. It's only slightly more runny than honey but thick enough to stick to her tongue and throat.

_"NNgh..Rggh~GllH!" _She attempts to swallow, spit or breathe through the bitter but syrupy substance but the intruder relentlessly pounds her into submission. Each time she manages to clear her tongue or throat it almost mockingly secretes another dose of the stuff.

Tears well in her eyes as she's never been throat fucked this deep before, she can feel a puddle of the plantslime puddle where her esophagus ends, occasionally seeping into her stomach while her body tries to swallow the invader, somehow she gets the sense the vine enjoys being milked and massaged by the muscles within her throat and butt when their efforts double.

There is a long loud groan-like sound coming from behind her, the entire tree trembles until it stops. Is..Is the tree alive? That must be why these vines are sentient!

A small bulbous thing brushes over her lip and tongue and begins to distend her throat, it can only be one of two things.. She wonders whether it's cum or a seed.. A similar thing happens in her ass, it briefly bumps against her pucker before slipping in, and more bumps soon follow. It's hard to count how many go into either space but she counts at least 7 being ****-fed down her throat and 9 or so shot up into her ass. The shudders again before the vines slacken, slowly each of the invaders slip out while the ones tying her to the tree lower her to the ground. Once she touches the water they drop her and slither back out through the water, laying in wait for yet another victim. At least they won't have any more seeds for a while so she's safe to leave and avoid their grasp.

After a short walk, she can see two more clusters of threes spread out from each other to her left and suddenly it clicks.. That's how they spread.. She knows that when her body rids itself of these things it will allow new threes to grow. She cradles her stomach, now filled with seedpods in one part, driver eggs in another.. is this her life now? That of a living incubator for monsters to use?

It somehow excites her, after all she was looking for a good fuck but now she realizes she didn't get to cum a single time.. The aching in her balls becomes all the more evident of that fact. She knows the saying 'blue balls' isn't to be taken super literally but they must have been every colour of the rainbow by now..

• Special rule: Loose 1 luck point, revive and prevent FALLEN. (Story commission)
• Her journey continues through the swamp.