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Few had ever waded into that strange light at the bottom of the dungeon, and even fewer had managed to reach the depths all on their own. And yet, the lone feline had accomplished it.

The depths made no attempt to blend with the miles of stone corridors and dust choked chambers above it, the staircase sinking without ado into dark marshy soil which squelched underfoot. Walls and ceiling simply disappeared, the space illuminated by a purplish haze that revealed a dense swamp stretching on into blackness. The glow in the air came from the abundance of bioluminescent plants and insects flitting around the gigantic willow trees rising in towers of gnarled bark that sunk thick arched roots in the soil and brackish, silent pods. Competing with the trees were large gray and pale blue mushrooms, oversized pitches plants gurgling with black water and towering tube shaped plants lined with curling thorns. Meanwhile the ceiling soared as high as the sky, crossed by frozen lightning bolts of glowing moss and webworks of vines clinging to the world's underbelly.

Although Zoey was proud of reaching the depths alone, she wasn't nearly as enthusiastic about trudging through this strange mire. Her blonde fur was crossed with orange stripes that also ringed her tail. Tall and covered in lean muscle as usual for a fighter, though her curves were still evident and she had no problem showing them off. Her large breasts were cupped in sturdy silver plates as was the bikini style bottom she wore which of course provided no protection whatsoever. That was the job of the bright teardrop of enchanted emerald dangling above her cleavage. Her short black hair framed a determined expression as she set off into the swamp.

The treasure was not far away now, the one and only orb of Zot, a primordial object some claimed to be the source of all magic itself. A seed dropped from the grove of Yggdrasil that grew between the planes.

With the orb in her claws, she would go down in history as the mightiest relic hunter to ever exist, alongside the mountains of coin she would make. It was hard to say which aspect of this accomplishment was more exciting.

She cackled madly to herself as she cut a path through the dense glowing cattails covering a pond, swiping them down with her sword. Who the hell needed to drag some parasite of an ally along when one could just hack everything to death?

A willow tree presented itself, standing out even among the others which were already bigger than anything found on the surface forests. It clutched something in its roots. A mound of earth and brick covered in fuzzy moss, where several bright purple flowers bloomed. It was an altar to Fedhas Madash. The tree around the altar bore the same variety of striking flowers hung among its leafy vines. Each of them hosted a cluster of deep purple berries like fat grapes swollen nearly to bursting.

Zoey's cackling only increased. In a more rational state, she'd simply ignore the shrine. But dungeon madness had unfortunately set in and only intensified so close to her goal.

"Allies, heck! I don't even need the gods! Bwahaha!"

She kicked a section of the aged brick and it crumbled, tearing away the moss and flowers. Her huge chest heaved once in a sigh. She started to calm down and fall silent, turning away from her act of vandalism.

Geez, I need to keep it together. Back to the task at hand..

She started to move away but nearly fell on her face when she tried to walk forward. Somehow one of the giant willow's vines had taken hold of her sword's hilt. She followed it from where it clung to the weapon all the way up into the dense canopy.

An attack!

She jerked the sword away and then sliced the vine in half. It swung slowly back and forth in the air, completely inert. Zoey facepalmed. That thought was punctuated with a long growl from her bare stomach. That was it. Hunger must have been eating at her mind as well for some time now. She had been too focused on the orb and chided herself mentally. She then noticed something dangling from the vine she had recently shortened. Those strange berries, fat and juicy. They looked absolutely delectable. On the off chance they were poison, she could simply chase them down with a potion of cleansing. Just about anything would be better than the nearly mummified strips that comprised her meat rations.

She wolfed down the entire cluster, the berries popping in her mouth with cool bursts of a fruity flavor akin to sweet lemon crossed with grape. They had a slight slimy consistency like a fruit flavored honey. Immensely satisfying and by the time it was done, she felt as though she had just consumed a full course meal.

As soon as her butt touched the slick grass, she knew she could not avoid the nap. Automatically she lay back, hands behind her head as the sound of rustling came from overhead. A cacophony of leafy laughter. There was no wind down here..was the tree laughing at her? It was probably something to investigate, but her eyelids closed all the same. Tired suddenly, beyond caring.

While the cat slept, the grass around her shifted and began to grow. It raised itself up out of the spongy ground and thickened as it went. Not grass but roots that lay buried. They moved around her until she was a viny mummy bound to the ground. Slowly she sunk under the damp earth leaving only the sword behind to rust away in the grass.

Zoey could feel something moving over her in waves of squirming fingers. It seemed a very strange dream, though she wasn't sure. She moved through the darkness and yet could not move as if it were solid. The sensation was like being sucked gradually through an elastic tube- one that was growing smaller though it didn't really impede her progress through it.

Still not waking up?

At last she did wake up though. For a few brief moments she could do nothing but stare up at the strange purple sky of the depths while she reeled in her wits from whatever had just happened. She looked down and into her own face, trying and failing to recoil with a gasp. There was a wide-eyed face staring back at her. The details came in fragments as she whipped around to gather the situation. She was staring at herself, a familiar face and figure only one that had become much different.

"This is..."

That was a good place to leave that statement.

Zoey and her doppleganger had turned purple, clearer on the outside and growing darker toward their cores. They were stark naked, sitting across from one another with their bare butts perched plumply on a fold of the purple petals ringing the flower. Their lower legs were sunk in a pool of dark blue gelatinous matter. The nakedness they felt was not just due to lack of clothing. Their fur was gone, their shape entirely rendered in the smooth gelatinous skin of whatever fruit they had become. Their arms and tail had been left out of the transformation leaving them limbless and rooted to the flower about halfway up their shins, a pair of twin alarunes.

Both looked around speechless at their surroundings. A moth bigger than a dragon now, flitted by trailing a bioluminescent comet through the air. They had been scaled down to a couple inches tall.

"Well, that was a fine idea trashing that altar," One of the Zoeys muttered.

"I can see that. No need to rub it in,"

"I wasn't rubbing it in. I'm the one that did it,"

"Pretty sure I'm Zoey. I don't know who- er, what you could be."

"I'll tell you what I am- I'm Zoey! You're some kind of trick this cursed tree is pulling,"

The other tossed her head back, "Oh, gods! Please guide this poor lost cub, she really needs it!"

"Real mature, I haven't used that one since I was fifteen. Why not roll my eyes while you're at it?!"

They gawked at each other for a long moment.

"We...we really are exactly the same, aren't we?"

A nod from the other, "I can't believe it. This damned tree really cloned me-"

"Dear, it cloned me! You are the clone. I am the clone- ed!"

"This is going to get old really quickly,"

Before the argument could proceed, a familiar sound came to them. Leafy rustling, like that Zoey had heard right before she fell asleep. The flower's petals started to rise, closing somewhat. This brought the two Zoeys closer toward one another. Twisting themselves about as best they could, there was nothing to be done to avoid the impact. Soon enough with a pair of plops, the two sets of berry shaped bosoms were squished against one another.

They wiggled against each other but to no avail. Then something brushed at one of the Zoey's legs. It was an appendage rising from the center bottom of the flower. It rubbed itself against one of the Zoey's thighs, moving up and down slowly.

"There's something down there-"

It pressed itself up into the conflux of cleavage a moment later and emerged in front of them. Long and phallic like the end of a cattail, maneuvered by a thin tendril of green. Before their eyes it grew larger until it was half as tall as they were and ribbed. The thick shaft felt as hard as steel between their soft breasts as it began to pump itself up and down.

"Grrr! You sick, depraved- this is what you were playing at?!"

The Zoey that had launched that outburst was silenced as a spray of liquid erupted from the end of the appendage and drenched the both of them in fat, warm spatters that caused their skin to glisten with slickness. The appendage had an unending reservoir of the seed it splashed onto them, angling itself toward each of them in turn until it had unleashed loads into both iterations of the same angry face.

The appendage sunk slowly down once it had titfucked them to its satisfaction. One of the Zoeys felt it tracing its head along her stomach and down between her legs. There was a small indent there where the lips of her pussy swelled outward somewhat, closed by a thin outer hymen. It pushed itself in, tearing through the membrane and causing her to spasm with a yelp.

Rocking up and down with the tree's thrusts, the two sets of boobs seemed to be locked in a fierce competition to climb over one another.

"Ugh! You only have one of those...things! What's the purpose in-"

The other Zoey cut herself off as she felt something huge and stiff sliding across her butt cheeks. She twisted herself about, glimpsing enough to see that another of the phallic appendages had risen from the flower's bottom.

This one wanted in through the back door apparently. The same liquid that had been spilled all over their faces and breasts was now oozing its way down the crack of her butt, lubricating the way for the second appendage to slide itself in. It stretched her anus into a ring of fire along the way, though all she could do was grunt and curse, bearing it until the thing was far enough inside for its satisfaction.

Both of the strange appendages moved in unison to alternate the holes they were fucking. The Zoey which was still technically a virgin in this state, gave a yelp as the outer plant skin hymen was ruptured.

"That's...what I said..oof!" The other remarked as her butt took the immense vine sliding up it.

The appendages mated with them in every conceivable way, squirting into their bodies. No organs were visible, with the same cavity being filled anally and vaginally. By the time they were finished, the two Zoeys stood with bloated pregnant stomachs pressing against each other.

In just a couple of days, the pair of heavily seeded grapes hung over the grassy meadow weighing down the vine they were on. Neither of the two resembled the shapely Feline they once were. Stomachs and breasts had expanded into the plump and juicy roundness of ripe berries. Whoever the original Zoey was, it made little difference. Both would be gobbled up and their seeds hopefully deposited somewhere in the rich soil of the swamp.