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3.09 - ❤ Vines I

She bounced off springy material, then flailed as she soared through the air. After a few more bounces, and some tumbling, she scrambled to her feet.

Had it been a trap then, despite her instincts telling her otherwise?

No. She was unharmed. Thrown into a new room, activated by her use of the wall-pussy above, but safe.

Still, she fumed at the situation, despite finding no imminent danger. She'd been close to finishing. Her cock twitched in dissatisfaction. Her entire body coursed with heat, with the need to rut into a tight, hot pussy like she had been a moment prior. Why had the dungeon cut her off?

Though ... slowly ... her better senses arrived.

Her teammates. Jordan, Sofia, Liz, Ana. They'd heard her fall. Probably, they'd assumed she'd activated a trap, and were frantically looking for a way to help.

Which was mortifying. Natalie wasn't

that

stupid. She wouldn't be caught in a floor-one, near-the-entrance trap, as simple and obvious as they tended to be.

Then again, maybe she had. She hadn't appraised the room she'd arrived to, so she didn't know her circumstances. Only intuition told her she'd merely been moved around, not endangered.

So. Time to make sure.

The room was a solid mass of plant life. Floors, walls, and ceiling, thick masses of green rope writhed in a slow and steady rhythm. Natalie stood there, her pants still around her ankles, her cock wet and throbbing from the annoyance of her pleasure being cut off. She stared incredulously.

What had her dick gotten her into, this time?

There were two objects of note. With no visible way in or out, not even from the section of roof she'd fallen through, she had a sneaking suspicion she'd have to figure out what they did—what they wanted from her—to escape. She sensed nor saw no immediate danger from this bizarre encounter, but she couldn't stroll out and return to her friends whenever she wanted, either.

The first item of interest sat at the center of the room. Chest tall, the enormous flower bud swayed with the same steady rhythm as the rest of the room. Alive. But it hadn't flowered yet; it stayed tightly bunched up. Was something inside it? The bud bulged at the middle, and she briefly wondered whether she needed to force the flower open.

The other object of note was more intimidating. Attached to the far wall, the thick mass of vines wasn't a flat grid of interlocking plantlife, like what made up the floor, walls, and ceiling. Rather, the vines protruded outward, long, grasping ropes waving around, as if seeking out targets. Some of the vines were ... strange. Bulbous at the end, as if made for a specific purpose.

Considering how she had ended up here, and her class, she could make a few guesses.

Her cock throbbed in excitement, and despite herself, she blushed at the reaction. Maybe she wasn't a prude, but throwing herself into a wiggling mass of vines to be violated was something even she found dubious.

Then again, she'd only a few seconds ago been fucking a hole in the wall, so she was past the point of letting shame win.

Swallowing, and her breath picking up, she scooped her pants from around her ankles so they didn't catch, then approached the flower bud. A closer inspection revealed nothing more, so she neared the protruding vines, next.

They sensed her coming. The slow, waving ropes swiveled toward her, then honed on her, aligning in direction. She stayed a safe distance away. They didn't snap out to scoop her up—and she was too far if they tried—but their intent was clear. They wanted to get their hands on her. Her assumption had been, while not literally proved, strongly reinforced.

So, what? She was supposed to let herself be violated by vines? Then it would free her, somehow? Return her to her friends, who were undoubtedly panicking over how she'd gone missing?

A thicker vine caught Natalie's eye, cutting off her thoughts. The others looked, while thicker at the ends than most vines, meant for thrusting, not—well, what this one seemed purpose-built for. It had an opening at the front. Inside, fleshy green walls pulsed, and the vine strained toward her waist, as if trying desperately to latch to her cock. It was longer than the rest; it almost reached her.

Natalie's cock stiffened, having briefly settled down. Eight thick inches of girl cock swelled to full attention, still wet from the earlier event.

Embarrassingly, she stepped forward, her feet carrying her more than an active decision did. The vine closed the gap. It latched to her cock, swallowing her member with tight, hot, bumpy walls. The feeling was even more incredible than the hole above. Tighter, slipperier, and with a mind of its own, it thrust along her length, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.

The vine withdrew, cutting off the amazing sensation. It swayed a few feet back, as if beckoning her to come closer.

To where the rest of the vines strained for her.

Which was, to say the least, highly suspicious. She could infer with total confidence, at this point, that if she stepped forward, she would be grabbed by dozens of vines and shortly be violated. Maybe she would have done so happily, even, but being

tempted

into it? The vine-pussy having pleasured her, then pulled back and swayed in place, as if trying to draw her in? Dubious. Extremely so.

Then again, what else was she supposed to do? There didn't seem to be any exits. The flower bud was firmly closed, and she didn't think forcing it open was smart. In fact, if she had to guess, 'fulfilling' this encounter would be how she advanced the next stage of whatever this puzzle room was. Because that was what it was, right? A puzzle room? Or maybe not so much a puzzle, just an encounter of sorts. Of a lewd variety. Fitting to her class.

So she had a logical reason to do this. Her friends were undoubtedly worried what had happened to her, so she should get this over with as quickly as possible.

That was the excuse she used.

The real reasoning, which she didn't admit to herself, was of course her pounding heart, and the anticipation of what dozens of writhing vines would feel like squirming across her, a vine-pussy pleasuring her with eager thrusts.

She took several steps forward, putting herself within the plantlife's grasp. The vine pussy latched to her cock, returning to its eager pleasuring of her cock, and its friends joined the assault. In less than a second, she'd been grabbed in half a dozen places, by arms, legs, and waist, then lifted into the air.

She hoped they were gentle.

Or maybe she didn't.

3.10 - ❤ Vines II

Vines looped around Natalie's thighs, arms, waist, and neck, hugging her in a powerful, constricting embrace. The ropes were both stronger and gentler than she had expected. They lifted her into the air with ease, securing her with a slimy grip.

The vines dug into her armor, forcing their way in so they could fondle naked skin. The slippery material brushed against her nipples, extracting a gasp of pleasure, and others wrapped high up her thighs, the thick, wet appendages brushing close to her pussy. The solid lock the cooperating plantlife put her in thrilled through her. She didn't struggle, having expected exactly this, but with their surprising strength, she doubted struggling would do much. Why did that excite her?

It was hard to track so many sensations at once. Most prominently, of course, was the thrusting pussy, the largest vine, that eagerly pleasured her cock, stroking up and down with firm, bumpy walls. Squelches filled the air, mixing with Natalie's loud moans, the sloppy efforts of the bulbous vine bouncing through the room.

But other distractions, too. So many of them. The vines gripping between her thighs, her waist, brushing her nipples, and the one around her neck—which was the most thrilling, but also the loosest, as if it gripped there only to tantalize her. Natalie generally preferred being in control, but having chosen for this to happen, she could enjoy the lack of control, too. In their grasp. The vines would use her as they pleased.

The vines had lifted her into the air and bent her body forward, curling her in an arch. She watched, head fuzzy with lust, moaning with each jerk, as her cock bulged the vine-pussy outward. Her recently-enlarged girl dick stuffed it full. Natalie was the proud owner of an unwieldy weapon, now, and the vine struggled to accommodate it.

Inside her armor, down her shirt, she could also make out vines wiggling around, exploring her body. Each swipe of the wiggling plantlife against her nipples had her breath catching, before being interrupted with a whine of pleasure, the tight, jerky thrusting against her cock dragging the noise from her throat.

Then an exploring vine brushed against something more sensitive, but lower down. A thicker vine teased her pussy, rubbing between her lips in warning. Asking a question. The vines had a powerful grip on her, but they were being surprisingly polite.

And in Natalie's lust-addled state, she obviously wasn't going to refuse.

"Go ahead. Please."

She wasn't sure if it was the words, of the way she spread her legs wide open, but the vine got the hint.

A thick, hot, pulsating vine-cock shoved into her, spreading her apart. She cried out, writhing in place. So big. And so sudden. And so

good

.

It was the first time she'd been assaulted from two directions. Though she'd been growing day-by-day more accustomed to the new piece of equipment between her legs, she hadn't grown used to

both

. In fact, for the most part, her pussy had gone ignored, Natalie focusing her efforts—and lustful indulgences—on the newer, more exciting tool.

But both at once. Her cock, wrapped with tight, bumpy wetness, and her pussy, filled up and spread apart by a thick, wiggling vine. The duo of sensations disassembled her. Her brain dissolved into a hot sludge, and she whined and thrashed in the plant's grip.

As if sensing her incoming climax, the vines picked up speed, wanting to match her enthusiasm. The pussy plunged onto her cock with renewed vigor, and so did the thrusting cock cramming her insides. Natalie shook with ecstasy, hot washes of pleasure starting to crash through her. So close. She was so close.

Then, the vine inside her swelled, and a spike of alarm shot through her.

"You aren't—?"

She didn't get to finish. The thrusting vine shivered, then erupted inside her. Warm, gooey liquid filled her, pulsing out in thick waves. It spilled into her, gushing, and the sensation was enough to throw her over the edge.

Her hips arched upward, her muscles straining, and orgasm wracked her body. She ejected thick strings into the hole stroking up and down her dick, filling it with her own cream. And not just one climax, but two. Her pussy clamped down on the cock pumping out wave after wave of hot, gooey liquid into her womb.

Every muscle in her body seized, erasing her thoughts, and Natalie shook with white-hot orgasm. Her lower half thrust in rapid little twitches, milked out by two eager attendants. She was vaguely aware of obscene phrases leaving her mouth as she cried out, whining and incoherent, but she wasn't conscious enough to recognize what she was saying. Probably better she didn't.

When her captor had milked out everything she had to give, and also stuffed her womb unbelievably full of gooey hotness, the vines set her down and retreated back into the wall, satisfied.

Natalie lay on the floor, panting, cum dripping from her pussy, and her cock sticking into the air, wet and still twitching.

Eventually, she came back to her senses. She groaned and pushed herself up, head swimming. The explosive high of that event had left her thoughts fuzzy.

She hazily scooped up some of the cum dribbling from her. It had the same consistency as what she'd expect, but had a green tint, and smelled more ... she didn't know how to describe it. Plant-y. Like cut grass.

So weird.

She didn't think the material was ... potent. Probably just something to add to the encounter. That said, even the off-chance was a source of no small amount of alarm. Especially with how

much

had been poured into her. It would be a rather unfortunate bump in her career. There were methods to reduce the risk of pregnancy, but no magic cure-all potion. Condoms were the most effective way to get around the issue. And even if there

were

a potion, who would say it worked against plant cum?

Plant cum. Natalie shivered, the strangeness of the situation settling in, and especially the shame of how enthusiastic she'd been. But, fuck. It had felt so

amazing

. She could get used to that sort of treatment.

She stood. White-green cum dripped down her thighs, into her pants, which were looped around her ankles, never fully removed. She grimaced and wiped herself clean to the best of her ability. How bad did she smell, after that? When her friends found her, they were going to have some questions. At least it smelled more 'plant' than 'cum'.

What a situation.

She used her canteen to help wash away the worst of it off her thighs, between her legs, and her cock, though she could hardly get herself clean.

That done, she looked around the room.

As expected, the closed-up plant bud had flowered. An enormous six-petaled flower stretched open, and inside, even from the distance, Natalie could make out thick pink liquid.

Intrigued—and trying not to think too hard about what had just happened, and especially the eagerness she'd showed—she approached.

Inside the flowered plant was a pool of glowing pink liquid. Nearly half a bathtub's worth; the flower was enormous.

Natalie's first instinct was to [Inspect] it.

***

[Spirit of Infertility] — Consume to eliminate chance of pregnancy.

***

Natalie gaped. Did that mean the plant cum

was

fertile?

No, she doubted that. She couldn't say

why

, but she felt exceptionally sure in the fact. Just a coincidence.

Rather, this was a reward to aid her in the future. The dungeon's boon for having "fed" the vines. So that when the day came, she had a 'magic cure-all' on hand, as she'd put it a second ago.

Which was nice.

She'd hardly turn it down.

Still, it was all so

weird

. And how would she collect it? Even if she filled her canteen, the small container wouldn't put a dent in the pool.

Maybe with a monster core?

Natalie fingered one of the smooth glass balls from a belt pouch, then placed it against the pool of liquid. In the same way she had with the ore she'd mined earlier, she drew it into the pocket space.

The liquid slurped into the ball, quickly depleting. Natalie had only half expected it to work, so she twitched in surprise when it did.

It took around a minute to empty. Eventually, and to her surprise, the pool emptied entirely, the impressive container draining into the monster core.

***

Monster Core - Tier 1

Holding: [Spirit of Infertility] (100% Capacity)

***

Perfectly designed—the entire pool had lined up exactly to one hundred percent capacity of a tier one monster core.

"Well," Natalie said, staring at the glass ball filled with the strange liquid. "Thanks, I guess." She said it half to the dungeon, and half out of incredulity to the whole situation.

Then, just to be sure, she poured some out and drank a dose. The liquid tingled on the way down, potent and fruity.

She was pretty certain it was unnecessary, but better safe than sorry.

3.11 - Late

Upon emptying the flower's pink liquid contents, the vines on the nearest wall shifted, then opened into a passageway. Natalie followed the offered exit up and out, returning after a short hike into the enormous cavern above, where she'd fallen from.

And where her friends were frantically searching for a way to help.

Natalie, of course, had prepared some lies on the way up. She wasn't the most meticulous or far-sighted planner, but even she knew if she didn't have explanations for what had happened, she'd end up revealing some things she would

really

rather not. Even telling Jordan about the event was going to be mortifying. Maybe Natalie would forgo her typical policy of honesty even to her.

Liz saw her first, then cried out in surprise and relief. A moment later, Natalie was crowded in by the rest of her team. Even Ana's mask had cracked into a hint of worry. Only a hint, but on the stony girl, any emotion stood out.

"Sorry, sorry," Natalie said, assuring them. "I'm fine. I was just ... kind of an idiot."

Which wasn't untrue. Still, it grated on her. She needed to imply she'd fallen for a trap, when she hadn't—not

really

. Traps at this level of the dungeon were usually pretty obvious. Undoubtedly, Ana and Liz would make a few judgments about her for having 'fallen' for one. Not enough to dislodge whatever appraisals they'd made of her from the past several hours of delving, probably, with it being an overall minor thing, but they'd at least note the event.

Liz, who'd crowded up next to Natalie in her frantic concern, wrinkled her nose and took a step back.

"And what's that

smell

?" she asked.

Natalie wisely didn't tell the truth. Or, the full truth. "Came from a plant monster." In an amusingly literal manner. "Don't worry, I wasn't ever in danger. It was such a weird trap the dungeon didn't go hard on me." That was the general trend of traps: the trickier and stealthier, the less lethal. Proportional punishments. By implying the dungeon's punishment had been minor, she implied the trap had been especially stealthy, which absolved her of some of the embarrassment.

"Plant monster," Sofia said. "Like what?"

"Big mass of vines." Natalie shrugged. "Weird thing. Not in the manuals. Like I said, I'm fine, just a quick diversion. Slap on the wrist."

"What was the trap?" Liz asked.

"There was something on the wall," Natalie said. "Didn't look like danger, but I should've known, I guess. Touched it. Activated a trapdoor. Fell into this room of vines and had to fight my way out."

All of it was true, in a sense.

And, this being the dungeon, nobody looked at her explanation too closely. It was entirely reasonably.

Nobody besides Jordan, at least, who gave her a questioning look. She suspected something. Natalie inclined her head, just barely, to confirm, and Jordan nodded back. Natalie hadn't expected to slip past

her

attention. Jordan knew her too well.

"Kay," Liz said. "It'd good you're safe, then, but we

really

need to head back. We're way late, now. Dunno if we can make it back to campus before curfew."

"Maybe if we rush," Jordan said.

Natalie nodded, then waved for them to head toward the cavern's exit, striding forward herself.

Rushing back. That worked with her. Further questioning would only push her into having to lie directly, and she would rather not; these

were

her teammates, and potentially long term ones, since, besides the hiccups, this first delve had gone well.

"Guess we're getting some cardio in," Natalie said. "If we jog, I bet we can make it."

***

They didn't.

Even rushing through the previously cleared tunnels of the dungeon and backtracking to the exit portal at a speed that bordered on reckless, then jogging through the streets of Aradon back to the campus gates, they missed curfew. Not by much. A few minutes. Unfortunately, still late.

"No exceptions." The older, bearded guardsman didn't seem sympathetic to their misfortune. "Kitchen duty, tomorrow. Bright and early, before classes. All of you. Tenet's policy, not mine."

"It's five minutes," Natalie insisted. "You can't be serious."

"As I said, not my policy. And not my problem, either." He waved them forward. He'd already taken their names down from when they'd needed to show their IDs to get through. "Carry along."