Annas Accidental Replication Study

Three weeks. It had been three weeks of squelching through this jungle and Anna was at her wits end. Being a researcher with the Magical Institute of Arborea certainly had it's ups and downs. Right now it was mostly the latter since Anna was relegated to plant and insect mutation watch on the 2nd layer of Durnast's local dungeon.

Random mutations to the plants and animals inside the dungeon could occur randomly and needed to be monitored closely. The dungeon was a goldmine for Dunasts economy and a bad mutation could kill a lot of adventurers--which means less resources and monster parts--which means less taxes to the local baron.

Long story short: Anna had to go stare at plants and bugs for three weeks straight. She just wished it was someone else doing the monitoring instead of her...

Her boots were soaked, her back was sore from lugging her spacial bag around for the better part of a month, and there was a never ending cloud of biting insects around her. Her only saving grace being the repellent she was mostly out of--which was part of why she was currently on her way up. The other being because she fell into a river and completely soaked everything she owns.

Her shoulder length silver hair was still damp after being put into a pony tail and errant strands would blow into her emerald eyes from time to time. She tucked them behind her pointed ears and continued on her way. Getting out of here quickly was more important since her shift was over and she didn't want to spend one more second here than necessary. Especially in her current condition... The squelch of her boots reminding her of her folly with every step. Next time she'll be more careful when selecting what branches can hold her weight while collecting fresh fruit.

The jungle was at least beautiful to look at--if you could see far through the dense foliage that is--and Anna could see quite a bit standing above it all on top of a Wandering Oak runner. The rough and dark greyish-brown bark providing decent purchase for her thoroughly soaked boots when she made a point of walking on the north side of the tree limbs to avoid the moss. The jungle stretched on for miles and miles in a sea of green in every direction she looked. Somehow, despite being underground, the 2nd layer had a sun and a blue sky with fluffy cumulonimbus clouds which seemed so real Anna felt she could almost reach out and touch them.

Just the thought of getting out of her boots and into dry socks made Anna pick up the pace. The oak reproduces by having branches droop down and touch the ground forming new clones of itself. Technically, the majority of the plants on the second layer were from this very same Wandering Oak and constitute the same plant. Despite the near monoculture, the biodiversity of other species in the second layer didn't seem to be affected by this and the ecology had adapted itself around the abundance of oaks.

The way to the 1st layer was in the centre of the second layer where the main body of the Wandering Oak is. Just like following a river to civilisation, if one knows how a Wandering Oak runner looks, you can walk along the runners and follow it back to it's source with little difficulty.

That is, if one can keep their footing.

After slipping on a slick piece of moss with a curse, Anna felt the surly bonds of gravity exert their dominion over her for the second time today, plummeting down to the jungle floor below.

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Anna awoke with a start to find herself stuck headfirst inside a dark and wet cavity filled with smooth segmented vines. The walls were thin enough to let in a tiny amount of the light filtering through the jungle canopy and based on what she saw Anna instantly knew what she was trapped in.

An Insectrix Vine... At least it wasn't going to kill her, but she was going to be spending quite some time here getting intimately familiar with the vine and its friends if she didn't get out of here quickly.

Just when that thought struck her so did a mask shaped vine seal itself around her face, thin tendrils wrapping together behind her neck and head. Anna held her breath and struggled to break free from the plant, but it's vines were already worming their way around her limbs. Anna knew her fate was sealed if she took even one breath.

She tried to reach for her belt knife but the vines were strong like ironwood and already wrapped too far around her arms for her to get the leverage she needed. It had probably only been twenty or so seconds since she started struggling, but it felt like an eternity with how fast she was burning through her remaining breath. Black spots started to form on the peripheries of Anna's vision as the urge to breathe became overwhelming.

Anna inhaled

And Anna started cursing up a storm as the paralytic gas instantly made her go limp. She couldn't actually curse out loud of course, because she couldn't move a muscle now. The gas wouldn't last very long just a few minutes at most, but it was potent which is likely why the vine only produced enough for a breath or two. The plant had other ways to keep her captive anyways and a few minutes was all it needed. She lost complete control of her body but could feel every sensations just fine--Like the sensation of her body being swallowed by the giant leaves around the Insectrix Vine that wrapped around her like the petals of a rose. Drooping like a wet noddle except where the vines kept her suspended, the mask shaped vine began inserting a split ended tube into her mouth. The prehensile ends forced their way past the back of her mouth and down her throat to hold open her airway and to work her lungs for her--she was paralyzed after all, and would suffocate without the plant breathing for her--while the other tube elongated and pulsed its way down her esophagus until it reached her stomach. A few seconds later Anna could feel the peristalsis of globs of nutrient formula and aphrodisiac working their way past her mouth and being pumped through the vine down into her stomach.

As she was being force fed nutrient and aphrodisiac, various vines wormed their way under Anna's clothing and began tearing her clothes off. Two vines wrapped around the straps of her pack and tightened until the straps tore, leaving Anna completely naked inside the Insectrix Vine. From what Anna knew from working as a researcher, she was fucked the moment she took that breath...

The effects from the aphrodisiac were already apparent as Anna's body felt hot and tingly. Every sensation that felt even mildly pleasurable felt a thousand times better than before. Every gulp of paste forced down her throat seemed to heighten the sensations to almost unbearable levels. The smooth and segmented vines holding her limbs loosened and begin secreting a slimy sap to wash any scents off of her body. The vines exploring her body and the rare errant brush of a slimy vine against her clit sent shocks of pleasure through her body. Every sensation drove her closer and closer to climax. Her pert nipples were erect and just begging to be played with. As if reading her mind, two small vines worked their way up her breasts to coil around her nipples and tease them slowly. The plant almost seemed to be deliberately avoiding playing with her pussy just to torment her. A string of wetness began sliding down her thigh from her needy cunt. Anna vaguely recalled that Insectrix Vine nutrient fluid was valued as a powerful aphrodisiac at 100+ gold for a small vial and she was being pumped full with pints of the stuff. It would have been worth thousands of times more if it weren't for one glaring drawback (for the majority of people that is.)

It was impossible to orgasm while under the effects of an Insectrix Vine's aphrodisiac. Ok, more specifically, taking the aphrodisiac on it's own would default to always preventing an orgasm unless it was applied by a live vine, thus making it useless for the majority of people despite it's potency. But in her case the plant was in complete control of her pleasure. Orgasms released large amounts of mana and essence for their sexual partner. Many people practised something called dual-cultiviation where mana and essence were shared back and forth between partners during sex. The plant was preventing her from orgasming to save her energy for later. It wouldn't let her cum until it would benefit the plant. For now she would just have to be tortured with pleasure.