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With North Gate locked and South Gate closed, the only path to Alexandria was straight through the Mist. Below the Alexandrian plateau was the infamous Evil Forest, a thick and deadly tangle of living trees that devoured all that entered it.
Amarant didn't think he'd have any problem.
They may have been evil, but they were still plants. Sometimes he had to get into Alexandria through less-than-overt means, so he'd traveled through the forest a few times before. Usually the plants were half-asleep, torpid and sluggish; they didn't pay anyone any mind as long as they didn't linger. Which wasn't to say that he hadn't had any... close encounters with some particularly invasive plants on his previous trips, just that the plants had short attention spans and it was nothing that a seed removal potion afterwards couldn't cure.
He barely slowed as he passed from the dark, misty plain into the shadows of the trees, steadily heading through the forest. He had an appointment to make, after all, and Lani wouldn't like it if he was late.
He was a quarter of the way through the forest when an explosion lit up the sky. It was like a flaming meteor descending from the heavens. Fragments crumbled off the sides, crashing into the canopy, as if to herald the main mass. It hit with a rumble like an earthquake and a blast of flame ringing out in all directions. Amarant cursed. An airship crash, it had to be, and with the noise and fire he could already feel the forest waking up all around him. Flowers uprooted themselves to reveal taloned limbs, the canopy shook as vines wove through the branches like snakes, and the trees themselves creaked and groaned as they turned towards the explosion, as if to watch.
Unfortunately, the ones closest noticed him as well. They made some tentative, sluggish grasps towards him, and he cursed again and took off at a run. The forest was still half-asleep, and he was a much smaller target than whatever remnants of the airship were bound to be. He'd still get through fine, although as usual it looked like his plans were ruined by the unexpected incompetence of others.
The airship had come down between him and Alexandria. Just on the face of it, it meant something had happened in Alexandria. But more pressingly, it meant he either had to go right through the most awake part of the forest and deal with whoever had crashed an airship, or take a wide detour around it all, which would almost certainly make him late. Might as well go straight through; he was itching to fight or fuck anyway.
It was easy to tell in which direction the crash was: its flames lit up the mist, a pillar of hazy light rising up through the sky. It looked like he was gonna pass by with it to the east, but his straight-line path to Alexandria would take him pretty close to the crash site. Already there were flower monsters coming after him, although they forgot about him if he just kept going. Above him, the canopy was thick with bristled, spiny vines, twining around branches and swooping out at him as he dashed by. The forest wasn't after him; it was after the people left in the ship, if there were any. But as long as he was around the crash, he was a target. He hurried.
Dashing through the forest worked well enough until it didn't. The underbrush grew thicker; the ground faulted upwards in a short, overgrown cliff. Amarant leapt up, reaching through the overgrowth to get a grip on the wet, crumbling rock beneath, and halfway up the plants came alive around him. The whole cliffside lurched for him, knocking him half off. The pursuing plant monsters had caught up to him; clicking and stridulating beneath him like angry insects, and as he swung himself back towards the cliffside vines wrapped around him, twining up his arms and down his legs, immobilizing him.
Thorns scraped at his skin, and he could feel the hot rush of their toxins heat his body. He was still pissed off at being late, but as another vine worked its way up his pant leg, shredding them as it went, he figured he might as well enjoy it while it lasted, since he was tangled up and trapped anyway. The hooked thorns ripped up his clothes, carelessly leaving dozens of long, shallow scratches all across his legs and chest before they tore the last scraps of clothing off his body. Their work done, they rose up, lifting Amarant away from the cliff face up into the canopy, an entirely different kind of vine weaving through the branches.
The vines were thick and oozing, gritty sap dripping from pustulant-looking spore sacs bulging along their lengths. With no clothing left in their way, the vines already wrapped across his arms and legs tightened their hold, digging deeper into his skin. The other vines met him, and dozens of their spore sacs popped as they looped around him and the other vines, leaving him hanging in a bizarre impromptu harness twenty feet off the forest floor. The greenish spore cloud enveloped him, the smell overwhelming, just pulped green plant life invading his orifices. Amarant sagged back, dizzy, breath coming fast and hard, the hot burn of the spores thick and gritty in his sinuses and the back of his throat.
Something prodded against his lips and Amarant opened his eyes, not sure when he'd closed them. There was another vine coiled in front of him, looping between the vines that made up his harness, dribbling sap. Drops splattered across his chin and chest, and Amarant went cross-eyed trying to focus on it. It was a translucent dark green, seamed with brighter green threads. The sap dripped down his body, but the vine itself dove towards him, prodding against his lips, and he lost his focus, mouth opening in a moan as he let the vine plunge into him. He opened his mouth wide, tongue slurping along the bottom of the vine, easily swallowing the green slime. It was thick and gritty, crunchy seeds or spores grinding between his molars, more and more of it oozing from the dimpled hollows of the vine, not only the part of it that was in his mouth but also the length outside, coating his face in the heavy discharge.
Another vine slid across his ass, bursting more spore sacs and sending up another heavy cloud. But this one slid around his thighs, brushing against his rampantly erect cock, and slowly nudged against his asshole, the knobbly tip twitching and twisting as it began pushing inside him. Amarant moaned, the sound muffled and wet around the vine in his mouth, and relaxed his asshole, rocking himself back against it, sending the whole harness swinging slowly.
The vine dripped with ooze; fluid welled up at the ragged edges of its torn spore sacs, dripping a thin translucent fluid across Amarant's skin. It pushed against his open asshole, sliding inside gently, but once it was solidly in him it thrashed wildly and plunged deeper. A foot of vine plunged into his ass with a wet squelch, slimy sap splattering all across his ass and thighs. Amarant convulsed, his body jerking with reflex, muscles across his thighs and ass spasming. The vine only stopped its inward movement when it crashed against the back of his ass, drawing out a ragged cry. The vine in his mouth took that as a chance to push into his throat, making him choke and splutter, coughing up the vivid green slime as he gasped for breath.
Now that it was solidly inside him the vine began pouring fluid, a thin fluid dripping and then pouring from his ass. The vine writhed inside him, blindly searching for the entrance to his intestines. It bashed against the walls of his ass, sending a diffuse, hot pleasure through his body. It finally struck the dimpled opening inside him and writhed around it, slowly working it open until it plunged in again, the vine surging deeper, weaving back and forth like a snake. Another foot vanished inside him before it smacked against the bend of his colon, slowly twisting around as it attempted to shove itself even deeper. The sharp movement had burst dozens of its spore sacs, pollen clotting in huge gritty smears over his spread asshole and cheeks, tangling in his coarse hair. Fluid dribbled out, pouring wet and hot inside him. After a long moment the vine went tumescent, unable to find its way deeper, and began spurting fluid, in such great quantities that Amarant could feel the steady wet gush hose down his insides, slopping and oozing out of his loose asshole.
It remained that way for a while, Amarant dizzy and pollen-coated, vine pouring hot fluid inside him, so much that it seemed it was all just as rapidly pouring from his overfilled ass. His body ached sharply, thorny vines still tangling around his arms and legs, whatever poison they were oozing making his skin flush even hotter. He opened his mouth wider, stretching it around the oozing bulbs of the plant, swallowing thickly as it spurt green sap in a steady stream.
The vine curled inside him, making his guts lurch and cramp, and then it jerked back with an uneven rhythm, wet, oozing feet of it yanking out of his gaping, flushed ass. Amarant sprawled back, sucking slowly on the vine winding down his throat, clear slime slopping wetly out of his overfilled ass. The vine finally pulled free with a squelching pop and a gush of slime, his stretched asshole flexing wide, clenching and opening again, slime hanging down in heavy, long strands across his ass and thighs, jiggling and swinging as the vines shifted around him.
Amarant only dimly saw a new movement in the canopy, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused as he concentrated on slowly, softly sucking on the vine fucking his mouth, a constant stream of liquid overflowing his mouth, just as much being pumped directly down into his stomach.
One of the nearby trees shook, heavy clouds of pollen discharging from its bowed branches, and the massive vine twined around its trunk tore away, snapping the brittle creepers around it, leaving behind a ragged tracery like bulging veins along its surface. Its base was as thick as the tree trunk it was growing around, still immobile, twined up across the huge trees. The vine branched apart many times, like a hydra, but each offshoot tore away from its resting place in the canopy and converged towards him.
The ends of the vines were tipped with gigantic, fleshy flowers. Some had dozens clustered together, like bellflowers, their thick, triangular petals overlapping. Others were simply one hugely over-sized flower. The underlying shape of each flower was conical, the petals at the tip tiny yellow-pink spikes, each successive row larger and further down the main body, fading to a greenish-yellow at the final, massive, bowed-back petals. The spaces between the petals were choked with pollen, dingy yellow snowstorms drifting from the soft flower pods as they moved, catching across Amarant's sweaty, slime-covered body and piling up into thick clumps, making his skin tingle and burn.
One of the flowers slammed into his leg in its aimless, drunken weaving around him, and the contact sent his harness swinging back and forth, the vines wrapped around him twitching and clenching tighter. Their thorns scraped long scratches through his flesh as they drew him higher into the canopy. The flower slid up along his thigh, leaving behind a mess of pink-yellow pollen across his skin, and finally plowed against his ass with an unthinking force, the impact enveloping him in a cloud of pollen, powdery in his nose and throat, crusting across his body, thickening the lines of clear slime dripping from his ass.
The spiny petals were surprisingly sturdy, digging against his skin as the flower pod dug into his asshole, worming its way inside his flushed, aching asshole. Amarant lurched, grunting as the massive flower bore inside him. The flower bulb was almost as wide as his hips at the very base, and as it ground into his asshole it compressed, its thick spiky leaves pinching against each other as the soft inner pod became saturated and heavy, soaking up the clear sap filling his insides.
No matter how worked-open he was after the last vine, there was just no way he could stretch enough to fit the gigantic bulb inside him. The spiky pod worked partway inside him, the huge hip-wide flare of it wedged between his thighs as the relatively narrow tip bore inside him. Its thick, saturated pollen dusted out over his soaking skin in heavy clumps, grinding grittily against his skin, trapped in the folds of his stretched asshole. It stung, burning across his body, and he could just imagine his skin being covered in red welts after the wet clumps of pollen were washed away.
The huge seedpod of the flower bud lodged inside him shifted, its fleshy petals parting as the inner section came loose. Some inner working of the plant pushed it forward, stretching his ass even further. The thick, fuzzy lump pushed through the apparently-hollow core of the plant. Its long, wiry hairs scraped along the inside of his ass as it slowly slid inside him. Amarant shifted, his legs tensing as the vines spread his legs further, tilting him back, making the thick seedpod slide into him faster and easier. The tapered, pointy tip of it knocked deep inside his ass, pushing up into the already-opened passage to his guts, scraping along the rippling muscle of his colon as the end of the seedpod pushed its way inside him. The flowering bud clenched shut inside him, much thinner and more flexible with the rigid core shoved inside him. It worked deeper, twisting back and forth, working further inside his already gaping-wide asshole, the fleshy spikes across the flower bigger and rougher as each row scraped along the engorged, flushed red flesh of his distended asshole.
Amarant panted for breath, slobbering around the vine in his throat, the sizzle of pollen over his skin seeming as much pleasurable as painful, all of it focusing around the deep heat of the seedpod inside him, its shape already dissolving as it dumped its heavy load of pollen inside him, caking the walls of his ass.
The entire vine shuddered, swinging back and forth along its length, twisting inside him and pulling out a fraction, and then the end snapped open, bulging out into a thick oval. His entire body went tense; it felt like it was filling every possible space inside his ass, its spikes like a thousand pinpricks across his inner flesh. Something flooded into him, pouring into him with muffled glugs, sounding loudly up through his stomach. Amarant's chest heaved as the flood of fluid hit him, like a shock of water. His guts seized and cramped, the disturbingly warm fluid immersing the massive seedpod. Its dense core dissolved into fibrous cords, tangling around inside him as the packed-tight pollen dissolved into a thick ooze. The husk melted into rough-edged shards, flexing and breaking inside him, blunt and painful as they scraped inside him.
The flood of fluid didn't let up, the massive vine pulsing, some unknown gland hooked up to the far end of it, forcing what had to be gallons of strange sap inside him. His guts cramped again, seizing with an audible rumble, and he let out a shaky groan as the flood inside him just pushed deeper, sloshing into his guts and carrying the thick mess of the mostly-dissolved seedpod, spreading the burning pollen higher in his stomach. The flower worked inside him, shuddering with each pulse, and it slowly folded against itself, the thin fluid bursting out from between its thick folds. The mess of fluid dripped down the vines surrounding him, pouring to the ground far below him and coating the plants below a light, off-white color.
The fluid inside him wasn't very slick, flowing like water, but there was a lot of it, flooding back over the flower's thick petals, and it pushed further inside him with that small amount of added slickness. The shape of it was completely distended, the massive folded spikes rough like sandpaper across his asshole. Amarant seized, sending the vine harness swinging again as the flower tried to push deeper inside him. His asshole was already stretched far beyond what he thought he could take, a shooting pain surging up his spine with each minute shift of the massive bud inside him.
The flower still dug deeper, his inflamed asshole slowly gaping wider as the rough-edged petals scraped inside him. He wasn't anywhere near as wide as he needed to be to take it; he could feel exactly where his hips were, feeling like flesh drawn tightly over bone. The flower was squeezing through the tight hole of his hips, his asshole completely slack and ruined, bloated and engorged with blood until it felt like something hanging off him, his flesh thick and folded over itself. The flower lurched into him in uneven jolts, the sheer immense fullness of it making him gasp for breath, more that a little worried it would just crack his hips and plunge inside. Only the final few rows of petals were still outside him. Its main body had squeezed through, inside him, and it visibly bulged out just above the soft lines of his hips, muscle and fat a thin covering compared to the immensity of the thing inside him. The flower pinched and folded against itself, crushing its heavy, drooping fronds together, their skin rough and scaled, catching and dragging at his aching asshole as it lurched inside.
It finally shoved, the final petals bowing back inside him. They cracked, snapping loudly as they tore off, and the entire massive bulb shoved inside him, filling every possible space inside him and then more. The broken petals caught against his flesh, jammed in his asshole in pieces as the main body of the vine curled against him, slowly sinking deeper. Amarant saw nothing but stars, sharp flashes of light in the corner of his eyes as they rolled back into his head, the heavy, painful ache of his asshole nothing compared to the weight of it. His inner flesh was flushed and irritated as the sandpaper-petals dragged back and forth inside him, feeling like he would burst if the flower moved at all.
Solidly seated inside him it unfurled, its heavy petals digging into the walls of his ass as its center spread again, another heavy gush of thin sap flooding into him with the force of a hose. Amarant's mouth fell open and he yelled, through the fat bulb pressed against his tongue, continuing until his voice ran out with a dry squeak. His stomach rippled as the sap flooded inside him. The massive bulge of the flower pod shrunk as the rest of his stomach filled out, sloshing as Amarant thrashed back and forth, gasping raggedly for breath as it kept pumping more and more thin, watery fluid up inside him.
All he could do was dizzily take it, spreading his legs further as the huge vine worked its way deeper, always pumping more and more sap inside him, until his stomach bloated impossibly, until he felt he would just burst apart. His skin burned, pollen crusted thick over his entire body, aching and trembling as the pressure inside him increased steadily, more and more and more. Sap oozed from his ass, his muscles there completely slack and destroyed, a heavy bulge of internal flesh gaping outwards, unfurling down the length of the vine as it pushed deeper, its huge flower threading his guts. His body lurched and shuddered, the vine twisting him around it, aching skin seaming open in burning stretch marks, scratches across his chest and stomach tearing slowly wider. His skin was painfully elastic as it stretched further and further, his intestines undergoing the same transformation: forced impossibly wide and stretching painfully to fit the unending length of vine pushing inside him. The slurried sap inside him, thick with dozens of plant spores, was hot and impossibly viscous as the vine tip began spurting a new fluid inside him, something that made him feel like he was burning up inside, a roaring heat inside his chest.
It was hard to breathe. He gasped around the oozing vine in his mouth, lungs not working right, diaphragm half-pulling, jumbled and shoved around inside him to make room for the dizzying length of vine inside him, its trapped bulb somewhere under his ribcage, his stomach just a series of bloated lumps, always shifting as the vine snaked its way through his intestines. He swore he could taste it in the back of his mouth, heavy and green and somehow metallic, but he was practically insensate, aware of nothing but the dizzy movement of the vines around and inside him, his body swollen and bulging and broken, waves of heat and chill sweeping over his skin; tacky and wet with sap, coated in pollen.
The vine shuddered inside him, and the slow increasing pressure of sap paused. The flowers stiff fronds scraped high up in his intestines as it opened again, straining against the inside of his rib cage with a dizzy pain. The vine lurched, swelling inside him as something new traveled down its length. It seemed to take forever, the thickness slowly pushing its way through the vine, stretching his guts until he swore he would burst. The flower's gaping opening inside him slowly bulged outward, something new settling inside him. That deep inside him, he couldn't feel anything aside from pressure and weight, pushing outwards. It was something solid and heavy, blobbing out in heavy lumps high inside him, thudding against his lungs and heart.
The dizzy euphoria of the pollen reached a new plateau. His vision fogged, outside sensations fading away as the vine pushed heavy blobs into him in an unending stream. The pain was tinged with an incredible pleasure, burning through him in waves, his angry, flushed skin pricking up in rippling goosebumps as the alien heat crept into his core, the mass of fluid and plant matter shoved inside him burning him up, scouring its way through his body as his awareness faded. He was already limp, arms and legs dangling bonelessly, throat mindlessly accepting the oozing tentacle, thin tubes clamping wetly around his nose and pumping in spore-laden air, rhythmically pumping air into him as the last vestiges of consciousness faded.
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The underbrush was aggressively thick, and Blank took a special joy in ripping it apart with his long dagger, hacking away at anything that looked particularly animate. The fire was under control (or so Baku told him) but they still needed a way out of the forest, with as much stuff as they could salvage. Which meant he and Marcus were the ones stuck looking for a way out, since they were the ones least likely to get killed. The good news was they'd found a wide river that looked to travel all the way out of the forest. The bad news was their outward path had already been obliterated by the shifting plants by the time they started heading back.
The thick undergrowth abruptly cut off and Blank almost stumbled down a cliff face, only Marcus' hand catching on his shirt keeping him from tumbling forward. The air smelled heavier here, rich with plant pulp and something more rank and meaty, and it took him several moments to realize that the mass of tangled vines hanging at the edge of the cliff had a person in it. Or so he thought; the vines were wound all around and inside them, their body broken and bulging until it looked inhuman. He heard Marcus' breath catch behind him, and he knew he'd noticed the same thing.
"We're gonna have to save him," Blank said with a sigh. Another liability when they were already in serious trouble, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he just walked away and what, let the plants eat him? If he'd been captured recently it was only a matter of days until the seeds in him started to hatch, and that was a horrific way to go. Blank stepped closer. The person — definitely a guy; he was naked and wow, there was no mistaking that with an erection that size — was limp but still breathing, half due to the tubes stuck up his nose and down his throat.
Marcus sighed and grumbled, but obligingly pulled out his dagger and carefully moved close to the hanging figure, the vines limp and lax, spent. "What're we gonna tell Baku," he said, already tugging away the looser vines and cutting at the ones wrapped more tightly around the man's body. He reeked, sweat and sap and something like musk all in one too-concentrated package.
"He'll deal," Blank said, like it was actually possible Baku would instead of throwing a fit. "We'll get some potions into him and get him to carry our stuff."
Marcus looked at the guy's body, sap oozing from his mouth, stomach bulging impossibly from his body, his skin ragged with thin slices. "He's gonna need a lot more than a few potions."
Blank rolled his eyes, which was a completely useless gesture. "Whatever. Come on, hurry up before all those spores knock us out, too!"
Marcus blinked like he'd just noticed the green fog surrounding them. "Blank...!"
"Hurry," Blank hissed, already painfully aware of the rising heat across his chest, sweat springing up across his body.
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