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You lean back in your seat, taking in the view from the window. Hills, trees, and entire towns slowly roll by underneath you. None of it looks too familiar to you, so you can't tell exactly where you are. Your eyes lazily wander around the ground, gazing down like some sort of bored deity.
You manage to pry your eyes away from the window to examine your surroundings. While not exactly a luxury plane, it's pretty comfortable. Single seats line the edges of the aisle in two neat rows. However, the seats are all empty except for you, bringing a relaxing but lonely silence.
A beep from your pocket startles you. You reach in and pull out a radio, something you almost forgot about. You were given it before boarding the plane. No using phones in aircraft. It's an organized mess of dials and knobs. Pushing a button, you accept the radio link.
"You should be approaching the location now. Over," Philip says in a somewhat distorted voice.
You look out the window. The landscape is quickly turning into a dense forest, almost as if there was a line separating it from the surrounding area.
"I can see a thick forest," you reply into the microphone. A short pause follows.
"Good, that's where you're heading. If you're just starting to cross into it, then it should only be a few minutes until you land. Once you arrive at the site, the head of the encampment will fill you in on the details further. Her name is Chelsea. Over."
"Thank you."
You continue your observation of the ground below, this time with an enormous forest that stretches out far into the distance. The topography becomes more bumpy, and a few mountains can be seen poking out from the sea of green. After a few minutes, the plane lowers into an artificial clearing and slows to a stop on a runway.
The first thing you notice when you step out of the plane is how little light actually gets to the ground. Even on the runway, the surrounding tall trees block most natural lighting. It's not enough to completely remove visibility, but it's noteworthy. You check in with the pilot and turn in your radio. A couple of agents begin unloading cargo from the plane and hauling it towards the encampment.
The encampment itself looks to be in good shape. Cable fencing surrounds the entire area, save for the exit. The main building is stationed right by the runway. It looks as though it was assembled in pieces, which it probably was. Lights dot the area, adding a bit to the visibility. Guards also dot the area, though in fewer number.
You walk into the main building, almost put off by the manual door after such a long time of walking through sliding doors when arriving at The Agency. The inside appears nearly identical to The Agency itself, just with more crates. Agents are reviewing maps, samples of plant life, and the encampment's storage in all directions. One person stands out, however: the only one wearing a lab coat.
"Monster-fucker!" she says before you can even approach her.
"Chelsea?" You extend your hand to her.
"Yeah, welcome to the site." She clutches your hand and shakes it vigorously. Her hair is a chaotic assortment of strands curling in every direction, stretching down her back. A messy bun near the top contains some of her locks, but does little to bring order. You quickly glance at an eyepatch covering her right eye. Too slow for her not to notice, though.
"Let's just say this was from a fishing accident," she explains, pointing at it. A long strip of lighter skin runs from above her eyebrow, under her patch, and through her lip, stopping just above her chin. "I used to be a field soldier, one of the best, but this was enough to convince the higher-ups to kick me out. Now I'm a field manager. I get a higher pay, but it's not always about the money, you know?"
She sounds like she enjoyed her old job a lot more. You ask if being a field manager is really that bad compared to a soldier.
"Well, nothing beats the terror of being the first one to face a monster that could kill you in a second, but being a manager isn't so bad. I get to oversee expeditions like this, after all. It's just that I don't feel like I'm doing all I could. I'm always going to be a soldier at heart." She nudges her lab coat back and puts her hands on her hips. "At least I'm given some freedom with what I wear. It gets pretty humid deeper in the forest." She motions to her outfit underneath the coat: a tank top, jeans, and simple boots.
"Speaking of the deep forest," she announces while walking towards the door, "your assignment is there."
You follow her outside, keeping up with her brisk pace. She reaches the gate and directs for two guards to escort both of you. Walking in a single file with a guard on both the front and back, you leave the safety of the site and venture into the woods. Poles stuck in the ground with lights on the tips mark a pathway. The sounds of the site gradually fade away with every passing tree until the only thing breaking the silence is dirt crunching under your feet.
Aside from the trees dotting the ground, there doesn't seem to be much foliage around. The emptiness has you looking intently at your surroundings, ensuring nothing is scurrying between the tree trunks.
"I might as well tell you about what you're doing," Chelsea suddenly spouts, getting your attention. "Basically it's some forest deity. Our site found some neat crystals here."
She takes an object out of her pocket and tosses it over her head at you. Catching it, you hold it up to a path marker to examine it. As soon as you do, it starts to glow bright. It's a crystal that glows easily? The facets create a nice pattern of light, though. You hand it back to her and she puts it back.
"If I remember, they keep energy really well. That's what the scientists told me. So the Agency wants them, but the deity has plants sitting on top of them and she isn't interested in giving them out. After we... corrupted the spriggan guardians, she shrunk deeper in the forest. That's why there aren't that many plants around here, by the way."
"Is she dangerous?"
"Nah," she answers, though she rubs her chin and thinks. "Er, nope. Not now, at least. She has control over plants, but we have her locked up. We need you to do whatever you did to that spriggan that one time to her. Then we'll be able to get those crystals."
The forest starts to get much more dense. The path becomes less straight, winding through thick trees and their roots. It's harder for natural light to reach the ground, making the markers that much more valuable. Small pieces of foliage finally start appearing, reducing your visibility further.
A rustling to the side freezes everyone in place. You slowly turn your head to see the source of the disturbance. A short distance away, a spriggan stands in a position that suggests she was about to attack. Much like the one you interacted with, her wooden parts are reduced and brittle, giving way to glowing purple flesh. A scent hits your nose, making your head buzz and your blood rush. Not another moment and she sidesteps away, disappearing behind the trees.
You all wait for a minute, scanning the area for any trace of her. You don't find anything and neither do your companions.
"That's why we have these guards." She stops to hold her head in her hand. "Whew!" she exhales, punching guard in front of her. Her strength is enough to send them stumbling. "Those are some strong aphrodisiacs they use. You smell them?"
You admit that it probably had less of an effect on you.
"Yeah. Maybe. Anyways, we're almost to the inner site. Let's get moving."
After a few more minutes of walking, the gaps between the trees allow you to see your destination. Another site much like the other lies ahead of you, though there are more guards. The cable fence surrounding it is barely holding back thick vegetation from bursting through.
Chelsea dismisses the escorting guards as soon as you enter through the gate. She ushers you inside, ever-so-slightly pushing your back. Inside, you're guided through a couple rooms mostly containing more of those crystals and scientists conducting experiments on them.
You make a sudden turn down a hall and enter an isolated room. Above the door, a sign discloses it to be Cell F-2.
Plenty of equipment lines the walls of the room. Though you're not entirely sure what most of it does, you're fairly certain everything from a normal cell in the Agency HQ can be found here. Through a viewing window, you can see a figure sitting in the chamber, meditating.
"Well, I've already told you everything you need to know. Do your thing." Chelsea swings her arm and lightly smacks your chest. After thanking her, she walks away and exits the room.
A warm, slightly humid air envelops you as you step into the room. Although it looks just like a typical cell, it's lacking the temperature control you're used to. Only a few seconds go by before the moisture starts to stick to your skin.
"I despise humans. Your greed has done much to destroy the beauty of this place." The deity addresses you from the center of the room without turning in your direction. Her voice cuts through the air with its accusing tone, placing all of humanity's wrongdoings on you.
No further words coming from her provokes you to walk closer to her. Your approach doesn't affect her at all. You can, however, hear how heavy her breath is, along with a slight quivering. Her chest rises up and down rhythmically with effort. Her hands, placed on her thighs, slowly rub her furred skin.
"What's your name?" you ask, realizing that Chelsea forgot to tell you.
She raises her head, seemingly made out of bone. It strikes you as too smooth to be an actual skull, though. Instead of being connected to the rest of her furry body, her head simply floats above her neck. It's vaguely shaped like the head of a deer, complete with a pair of breathtaking antlers. They stretch high in the air, and branch off in every direction to form thin curls. A colorful mane of feathers sprout from the back of her head. Her eyes- a burning shade of purple- look up at you with some unknown emotion.
"I don't have one," she spits, "and I have never needed one. The inhabitants of this forest simply knew me as their guardian, but it appears as though I've failed. Even now"-she tilts her head and her body twitches-"I can feel them defiling this place, overcome with desire."
She shifts and stands up on her feet, revealing a puddle of sticky fluid. As she stands, a thin strand of liquid connects the puddle to her groin, which continues to leak.
"But it appears I have suppressed my own desires for too long. I'm left unable to manage them any other way." Her hands travel to her pink nipples and start rubbing. Following her eyes, you can tell she's no longer making eye contact, but looking at something a bit lower. "I assume that is why you're here."
"I can help with your problem," you affirm. In response, she takes a step towards you. Your hands reach up to touch her breasts, freeing her hands. She chooses to lay them on your shoulders, causing them to sag with the added weight. Your fingers trace over her sensitive flesh, feeling the two bumps and the skin around them. The deity's head tilts up and she takes in a long, shaky breath.
"Human beings are such vile pests..." she mutters, loud enough for you to hear. Despite her comment- which admittedly stings a bit, since you're a human being after all- she rubs your shoulders tenderly. You continue stroking her nipples, earning more lustful breaths from her.
She looks as though she's content to have you play with her breasts all day, but soon her hips start to drift forwards. Unconsciously, she pushes herself closer to you in hopes that you'll go further. Instead of shifting your attention elsewhere, you decide to continue fondling her tits just to see how close to you she manages to get.
The answer is very close; she's nearly pressing her chest up against yours. The tight space forces you to remove your hands. You brush your fingers downward, across her belly to the top of her vulva.
Your dick brushes against the side of her soft leg, but as soon as she feels it, she adjusts her stance and creates a wider space between her legs to avoid it. You run your fingers and thumb along the crevices on the sides of her groin and give it a squeeze. The result is a drop of her juice landing on your hand. She loses her grip on you and her arms fall behind your back. You can feel her fingers limply gripping your skin.
You continue to stall, letting your fingers dance around her most sensitive parts without actually touching them. You open her lips only to close them again. Her juices covering your hands are smeared right back on her, leaving her entire crotch wet. Every time you come close to entering, you can feel her bracing herself.
"S-stop teasing me, human," she angrily stammers, "Please..." If you didn't know better, you'd say she's warming up to you.
Since she asked nicely, you take a single finger and push it inside. You wiggle it in deeper, then slowly start to drag it upwards, feeling both sides of her vagina on your digit. Her body goes tense and her fingers push into your back. You end your slow journey inside of her at her clit and rub it in a circular motion. She inhales sharply, finally dropping her head to rest against the side of your own.
You stop rubbing and start to bring your finger back down. However, this time, you push it even deeper. Your finger enters inside of her, feeling the heat and moisture of her vagina. She tightens her muscles, but it's not enough to stop you. You slow down and stop as soon as your entire finger is inside of her.
Trembling breaths fill your ear as the deity takes the break to get comfortable with you inside of her. The walls around your finger relax their grip on you, letting more of her wetness flow onto your hand. Once you're sure she's completely relaxed, you slowly pull out. The sensation causes her insides to twitch, but she manages to hold herself back enough to let you out.
With the added wetness on your finger, the comparatively cool air seems almost chilly. Without wasting another second, you push it back in and start moving it back and forth. One of her legs steps forward and brushes up against yours. You curl your digit and feel every spot inside her, rubbing everywhere you can fit.
With another finger, you rub the outside, teasing the idea of putting another one inside to her. She can only whimper in anticipation. This time, you don't wait for her to tell you to continue. You attempt to put it in, but the twitching of her vagina only lets the tip through. She tries to stop herself from closing, and you make progress little by little. With patience, it slips in comfortably next to the other one.
It takes effort to finger her now. The space is so small and her grip on you is so tight that you can barely budge. You swing around your other hand to grab her soft ass and use it as leverage. Sliding in and out is easier now, but it's still enough to tire you.
The deity's body tenses up as she stands stiffly. With nothing to hold on to on your back, her hands move up to clasp the back of your head. Her grip on you is iron, and you can feel her fingers twitching in time with her insides. Suddenly, she takes in a large breath and she closes tight around you. Instead of letting her cum, you slow down and feel her body deflate with disappointment.
You do this a few more times, taking her to the edge but slowing down just before she can finish. It seems as though it keeps getting easier and easier to bring her to the edge. With your hand getting cramped, you speed up and keep your pace.
You feel her insides finally let loose her pent-up desire all over your hand. She moans in pleasure and puts her weight on you for support. Her legs close, trapping your hand in between them. She bounces up and down, trying to get a few more waves of ecstasy before she finishes riding out her orgasm.
The moment she finishes and stops vocalizing the satisfaction you're giving her, she removes your hand and slumps down to the ground, chest heaving for air. Not that you were paying attention, but her breasts also seem to have slightly grown.
While watching her go nearly limp on the ground from exhaustion, you open and close your hand a few times. The wetness on it makes a satisfying squelch noise.
"Return the favor?" comes the obvious question from you. She looks up at your full erection.
"You're asking me to put my hands on that disgusting thing?" she remarks, raising her hands in a defensive manner. Well, that response should be expected at this point. You give it a moment of thought, and remember how her leg felt when it brushed against you.
"You could use your legs." Your suggestion leaves her struggling for an answer. She continues to stare ate your member, and relents. Her legs open slightly and she leans back, inviting you closer.
A sense of accomplishment from winning her over sweetens the experience. You get down and nestle yourself underneath her legs so your dick pokes out right in between them. The softness of her fur gets you even harder. However, she scoots back a little bit, taking herself away from your shaft and leaving it almost at her knees.
"I have never seen deer do this..." she groans.
She tilts her head away from you and starts moving her legs up and down at an agonizingly slow speed, probably just to spite you. Nevertheless, you focus on enjoying being rubbed by her thighs. Tufts of fur tickle your shaft and add a bit of warmth to the sensation.
Even though her torso itself is barely moving compared to her legs, her breasts jiggle just enough to catch your attention. It's only now that their increased mass is really noticeable. Her breaths shake in time with her movements, each exhale becoming a forceful grunt.
Your dick heats up, making you wonder how you're already close to orgasm. You return your attention to her legs and find that the heat you're feeling is coming from her. While you weren't looking, she must have subtly moved you up to the thicker portion of her thighs. Her legs work you faster, slapping your groin over and over again.
A mixture of your precum and the deity's own sweat coats your shaft and her thighs, wetting her fur. You can feel how each strand sticks to your skin and trails along it.
She continues to keep positioning herself closer to your cock, the distance between your groins quickly shrinking. Every movement of her legs pushes herself closer. It's taking her more and more effort to properly jerk you off now. She grunts with exertion, trying to move her legs as fast as she can.
At last, your shaft bumps into her vagina. Due to her wetness and the fluids covering you, the collision makes a soft splat A small gasp of surprise escapes from her and she pulls back, but she doesn't stop. Only a few seconds go by before you bump into each other again. Rather than pulling back again, she lets the wet smacks continue.
She suddenly picks her butt off of the ground and sits on your lap so that your cock is right against her lips, grinding her. Her legs cross, her thighs locking your dick in as close as possible. She starts moving her hips up and down, moaning. Her head tilts back more as she lets ecstasy take over. You get the feeling that now she's more concerned with getting herself off than you.
The repeated impact of her rear against your hips knocks the wind out of you. Breathing hard, you're getting tired and losing the battle to hold out on your orgasm. Your dick is buried in between her lips, gliding up and down on her folds. You can feel yourself building up to shoot a load you're powerless to stop.
"I can't take this anymore," she says as she gets up and squats over you. She spreads her legs, giving you a clear view of her dripping pussy and the soaked area around it. She spreads it open with one hand, showing off the glowing, purple inside. With another, she places two digits insides and starts fingering herself. Her juices get all over your crotch.
While watching, you're given a few precious moments to calm down so you don't instantly cum when she puts you inside. Even though your member is twitching in the air in anticipation, you focus on gathering the energy required to hold out. Meanwhile, she continues to fuck herself with as many fingers as she can.
She almost orgasms right there, but immediately freezes and holds back. Then, she takes her fingers out of her gaping pussy and plants a hand on your chest. With the other, she squeezes your dick to position it right below her hole. With how tight she's holding you, you imagine that she can feel how fast your pulse is. Your head touches her vagina and slightly pushes it open some more, causing drops of her wetness to run down your shaft.
Without any further anticipation, she lets gravity do the work. The deity slowly lowers herself onto you with a long exhale. You slide right in with the only resistance being her muscles tensing up and trying to accommodate your size. She keeps pushing you in until you're fully hilted in her and surrounded by her heat.
She loses the strength in her arms and flops on your chest. She lets out a long moan at the pleasure of having her insides be filled by your shaft. Her hips then rise up slowly before crashing down to meet yours again. The loud smack is only drowned out by another moan from her.
Eventually, she gains enough strength to prop herself back up on her arms. Her hands are firmly planted on your chest. She gives you a few quick rubs over your nipples. Adjusting her hips so she can move better, she almost bends your dick the wrong way.
Then, without saying another word, she starts bouncing up and down. The fucking is slow at first, as she takes in the full sensation of being penetrated. She looks into your eyes with each hump. You're having trouble returning the eye contact while her breasts are bouncing all over the place. Her fingers writhe on your chest as she's unable to contain her emotions.
The slow pace isn't enough for her though. Unsatisfied, the speed at which she slides her hips increases. Every breath she takes is heavy and audible. Your hands reach up to grab a breast each, twisting her nipples while trying to keep a grip on them.
Forward and backward motions are added into her bounces, letting your dick feel more of her insides. Her hips gyrate quickly, and you can see she's tiring out. Her legs don't lift her up as far and they tremble under her weight. You start thrusting and pulling out in rhythm with her, being careful not to pull your shaft too far out of her.
That probably wasn't the best idea, because as soon as you start moving your hips, you feel an orgasm rapidly building up again. Even if you wanted to stop, the deity has no intention of pulling you out of her for a second. Despite it being inevitable, you hold out as long as you can in hopes that she'll finish before you do.
Luckily, she's much closer than you are. Her muscles tighten around you and squeeze your shaft hard. As she cries out from the intensity, her eyes glow a brighter purple. The horns on her head snap and reform. They lose their elegant curves and become rough, bent patterns. If she does notice what's happening, it doesn't seem to be as much of a concern to her as her orgasm.
It's too much for you to handle. Briskly, you reach down and pull yourself out of her while she's bouncing up. She comes back down and presses herself against you, making you shoot your load all over your stomach. Each twitch sends more jizz on you, milked out by her pussy coming down on you.
Her hands grip your shoulders tight enough for her to lift herself back up and shake her hips a couple times. She eventually runs out of energy for the final time. She lowers herself on top of you with shaky arms, then wraps them around your head in a weak hug. Your cum gets on her stomach, too.
The two of you rest on the ground for a little bit just to get enough energy to move. Each breath she takes squishes her breasts on your chest. Looking at them, you can definitely say they've grown some more. You briefly wonder if they would keep growing with every orgasm she has and how much they could grow.
"Thank you," she whispers, "but why did you pull out?" She pushes herself up and stands up, struggling to adjust to the new weight on her chest. Her hands travel up to feel her altered horns, but she quickly loses interest in them. "Oh, I'm already wet again." She spreads her legs and fingers her bright purple pussy.
"Uh, maybe another time?" You stand up and walk backwards to the exit. You'd really love to stay and fuck a couple more times, but you don't think you can match her endurance.
"My new body needs attention. You can't leave me without-" she doesn't finish her sentence before making her move. She reaches out to grab you, and if it weren't for her breasts, she probably would have caught you. Instead, she loses balance and sticks her arms out to avoid falling over.
You take this opportunity to bolt. You run for the exit while ignoring her pleas for you to stay.
Chelsea is waiting for you as soon as you leave the room with an agitated look on her face. She throws you your clothes, so you start dressing right away.
"We have a problem, Coupler. I don't know what happened in there, but whatever you did must have worked."
"What's the problem, then?"
"The site was attacked by purple flora and fauna while you were in there. Luckily, we repelled it no problem. Barely after that, though, we were attacked a second time. It was much worse."
As soon as you finish putting on your clothes, Chelsea leads you through the halls. She doesn't slow down to let you catch your breath. You try to follow her as close as possible while she jogs through rooms and around corners. As you near the outside, you can hear faint gunshots.
Your feet touch the bare ground for the first time in a while as you burst out through the front door. At first, you're surprised to find that light is actually reaching the ground through the trees, but you quickly realize the light is actually coming from plants surrounding the area. Leaves, vines, and shrubs seep into the fences, all of them bioluminescent and different shades of purple.
The plant life is trying to overtake the site, but the guards are halting their advances. Bulbs and vines snake towards the site from the outside, but quickly retreat when guards spray them with pesticides or use firearms against them. While the scene is hectic, not a single guard gives up their position.
Chelsea, unsatisfied with your speed, tugs your arm and drags you through the front gate.
"There's no time for guards to escort us," she explains.
"What's going to the site?" you ask while vaulting over roots and vines. They grow over the path, wrapping around the light markers and crushing them. Eventually you stop seeing them, but Chelsea keeps running and turning as if she's memorized the path.
"Don't worry, we prepared for a few possible outcomes, this being one- quick, hold your breath!" A plant ahead of you explodes in a cloud, instantly covering a wide area. You follow Chelsea through it. Your exhaustion prevents you from holding your breath in for too long, so you cover your mouth and nose with your arms. Some particles still manage to get in when you breathe.
As soon as you breathe, your mind loses focus. Your senses become dulled. The ground under your feet feels softer and the sounds your steps make grows more and more distant. You look off to the side and see a flower that looks suspiciously like a vagina, oozing some sort of liquid...
You crash into the side of a tree and fall to the ground. Your senses come back to you to deliver pain. That's one way to snap out of a daze.
"Get up!" Chelsea shouts, pulling you up with one hand. A vine has partially wrapped itself around your ankle, but you manage to break free from its grasp. You continue running after her, this time staying a bit closer.
"So," she continues her explanation after being interrupted, "don't worry about us, everything is under control." Just as she finishes talking, the other site comes into view. Though there's less purple plants around here, it's still much more than what you saw when you arrived.
"There's a plane waiting for you." She pushes you through the gate, turns around, and starts running back at full speed. It's almost like she's enjoying the action. You call after her, shouting a thanks, but don't know if she can hear it.
Sure enough, there's a plane waiting for you. You're ushered on board by a guard. You find an empty seat, which isn't hard considering you're the only passenger. After you brace yourself for takeoff, the plane starts moving and lifts up off of the ground without problem.
Soon, you're flying high above the forest, watching it as you did when you arrived. However, this time you can spot a purple glow escaping from beneath the densely packed trees. Finally, you're given a chance to rest and take it easy. You lean back, close your eyes, and try to focus on the sounds of the plane.