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Summary: A guy escapes from a confined walled city to explore the world that was abandoned years ago. What will he find? Monstergirls. Lots of em
Contains: F/fm, monstergirls, gentle femdom, femdom, bondage, lots of tickling, milking, tease and denial, edging.
DARK THEMES: Bad-ends aka permanent/semi-permanent slavery or capture, semi-creepy monstergirls.
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Rick couldn't help but feel downtrodden. It had been two weeks now since he had left the safety of the city walls, and in all that time he had yet to find... Well, whatever it was he was looking for. As the cracked road turned to dirt path, he paid it little heed. The next mile looked as if it would be little different from the last hundred.
He found it difficult to care as he had before about the occasional crumbling building dotting the side of the road. Was it loneliness? He thought about it as he put one foot in front of the other mechanically, trudging down what was once a road teeming with life.
No, he admitted to himself, it was closer to disillusionment. Was this really it? This was all there was to be found outside the walls? He knew it was dangerous, patrols didn't always arrive on time... sometimes not at all. Yet he hadn't seen any reason why. Not only was there little of value to be found, neither was there any danger, save for the tedious boredom of endless walking.
He peered for a moment through the cracked window of what had once, he assumed, been a place for vehicles to stop. A "Fuel Stop", according to the book he kept with him in spite of his disenchantment. The large overhang and collection of rusting ancient wheeled hulls told him as much. However, compared to the smiling people and sunny day in the pictures provided, reality was anything but. Not that Rick had expected to find life existing as it once was outside the walls, but he had expected... well, more than this.
He scarcely needed to look around to know there was nothing for him here. As his trudging steps continued that thought lingered. There was thus far nothing out here in the rest of the world of value, at least given what he'd seen in his weeks-long exploration. Part of him was beginning to accept that it might be a good idea to go back, no matter what the consequences might be.
The wild took over once more as the brief stint of walking past now-forgotten civilization was truly lost. The dirt path was a scarce break in the endless trees and bushes which seemed to have sprung up in humanity's absence. For short stretches he had to push through undergrowth just to find the path again, sometimes having to trace his way back multiple times.
It was obvious nobody had been down here in some time... or at least if they had, they hadn't come back. Miles passed, and he kept trudging on. Maybe the road would open back up, and maybe it wouldn't. A rather sorrowful part of him no longer cared either way.
Branches and vines grew thicker and clogged his path, tugging at his clothing incessantly, until he was fighting for every step. Indeed, only now did he begin to see a break in the endless bush... several massive, colourful, extremely fragrant flowers.
Indeed, he felt his head grow a little fuzzy at the heady odour emanating from the massive and shockingly emblazoned petals. He had never seen such large flowers before, wide enough he was sure he could have easily laid atop a single petal of one of the flowers with room to spare on all sides.
He felt himself growing a little dizzy, in fact, and forced himself to move on, pushing into the plant life ahead. Being in such close proximity to these plants was hardly a good idea if it was already getting to him, he surmised. Yet as he did so his hand made contact with one bush, only to pull back in shock at a wet and slimy sensation.
A pearlescent, sticky amber string now connected his hand to the leaves, and he tugged at it instinctually. His concern only grew as he realised just how tough it was to pull his hand free, as the substance was quite glutinous. As he hurriedly wiped it off, he felt his hand begin to tingle, and felt a flush of panic... only for the smell of it to finally hit him. It was like the flowers before, only much more concentrated. The heady scent soon had his mind awash, and idly, he couldn't help but bring his hand up to inhale it closer.
"Whoa..." he murmured. It smelled incredible. Like sugar... no... he knew that smell from somewhere...
Morbid curiosity got the better of him as, despite his better judgement, he lifted a fingertip to his lips and tasted it.
It was incredible. He wasn't sure if it was two weeks of rations and a starved palette that was sending his taste buds wild, but either way, it was easily the best thing he had ever tasted. Better than anything he had ever had. Hungrily, he licked his hand clean, before moving on to the thick matter which now coated his shirt.
He silenced his greedy licks, however, when he heard far louder cries nearby, and hunkered down to hide amidst the greenery. Slowly, carefully, he picked his way through the branches, placing his feet deliberately so as not to give away his position. Even so, he winced at every branch cracking or leaf crunching underfoot.
The sight which met his eyes was truly incredible.
Nestled amidst the blanket-length petals of a massive flower, two equally proportionally massive women were embraced in what was undoubtedly an erotic coupling. Indeed, if their bodies writhing and undulating hadn't given it away, the utterly lurid moans would have.
As he stared he couldn't help but feel his face flushing, as if the heat of their passions was radiating like a fire. One woman lay atop the other, holding her close in ways that were sending his mind into a spin after two weeks of solitude. Not that he had ever seen women like these two before. Indeed so shocked was he that it took quite a few moments before realising these large women were... unusual.