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"Let me go!" Frana tugged harder, but Perrodite's grip remained true as she pushed past the trees. Her other hand holding her furcoat close, and crossbow strapped to her back. Just moments ago, they were normal. Now they looked wrinkled, twisted, some even bearing faces while their branches were bone-thin arms crooked and stretched in every direction imaginable. Creatures of the night sound their calls, like the squeaks of bats and the distant growling of monsters. Followed by distant screaming as the cursed mansion claim yet more and more victims. Perrodite's chest burned, but still she ran. Knowing werewolves, they were persistent and will swarm them in packs if they were to stall. The darkness before them was as dark as having ones' eyes closed. Screams reignited distant memories, and Perrodite felt heavy. No, this is the wrong moment to be thinking about that. She just needed to get as far away from their campsite as possible.

Frana gasped, slamming her feet down and skidding across the ground as Perrodite dragged her across. Perrodite's eyes widened. The trees. They had faces on them. No, there was something else. They look like people, bound naked to the tree! Their limbs and body had long morphed with the twisting branches, and their faces wore something that was a mix between horror and pleasure. One of all sorts of animal were tied up, skins matching the rough greyish bark. None of them were moving, frozen still like the tree. Even more disturbing, at least to Perrodite, was how some parts of the trunk seem to invade into their lower orifices. As if they knew she saw, gold thickened liquid dripped from them. Like tree syrup. Perrodite hissed, immediately running towards a nearby light. She dared not venture deeper into that part of the forest, lest she and Frana would end up like them.

They finally broke into an opening. A wider opening than Perrodite imagined, and she looked up from the foot of the hill. The great building, standing quite slanted to the side and seemingly at the brink of falling apart, had many lights flicked on from the bright windows. Though they did not look like average candlelights, but dense white rays shooting out from them like the mansion was holding in the moon. Screeching drew her attention to the darkened skies. Large silhouettes, humanoid like with a tail and bat wings for arms, soared across the skies. In swarms they dove towards where there seemed to be another campfire. The screaming turned to bloodcurdling gargles. And Perrodite's heart quickened, instinctive memory kicking in to draw her crossbow within a blink, as she heard the phases of cries from an animal-kin to something beastial. The bats soared back into the air, carrying their screaming victims high. Instead of ripping them to shreds, they... cleaved off their clothing. Perrodite looked back down the moment they started fighting one another on who gets to wrap their legs around their prey. They could be bats. Or they could be harpies. Either way, she had already laid eyes on enough victims to know how they succumb to the curse.

"This way," Perrodite pointed to the side of hill, away from those flying predators. Not a few steps were taken before Frana suddenly dragged her arm down. Hard. With a grunt, Perrodite fell with her, their knees meeting the tall grass.

"Ow," Frana hissed, clutching her foot. She was still wearing those heel-raising shoes.

Damn it, she knew those shoes were trouble! "Alright, you know what? Those have to come off!"

"H-Huh? B-But I'm fine. I just need to... hey! What are you... stop!" Perrodite yanked one of the shoes off and tossed it aside. Frana tried clutching on her last one, but Perrodite showed her training and overcame her. Both her footpaws curled, possibly from the cold. Those black hoses she wore were certainly ordinary ones. Frana didn't chase after them, instead starting to rub over her feet. "Those were borrowed from a friend. I should-"

"Unless you want to become like them," Perrodite gestured to the school of bats, "they are just dead weights!"

Frana just stared back. Her expression, blank. Eyes seemingly looking right past Perrodite's with hardly any focus in them. Perrodite blinked. Then realised what she had done. She bit her tongue, hissing to herself and turning away. She should have known, and now she had gotten herself into this. "Rebene. She... is she really...?"

"I don't know," Perrodite answered. "But we can't go back. Not without her turning us into werewolves." That subtle hope in her response was fake. If the mansions' rumours were true, then that meant it is responsible for all these disappearances. And if none of them ever returned to civilisation, that meant the curse was likely permanent. "L-Look. We have no business being here. Frana listen to me!" Barely any response. "Frana. This is more trouble than it's worth. We must get out of here. Get out and warn everyone not to come here ever."

Frana looked down slightly. Perrodite could tell her thoughts were to her friend again. They just exchanged silence. As if in mockery to their thoughts, greenish fog started to rise from the ground and envelop the grass, like thin silks of clouds have descended over them. Their touch against Perrodite's shoulder was chilly, but at least it would protect them from any wandering monsters. The distant screams have settled. Everyone had either escaped, scattered and hid themselves, or succumbed. At least that would be the logical conclusions. Slowly Perrodite rose to the surface, eyes looking around. Further on their path around the hill, she saw an old fence bordering what looked like a giant crop field. The two barely ate much. Not a few bites on the deer before the werewolves attacked and drove them off their campsite. Perrodite rubbed her belly, an attempt to stave off her growling hunger.

"Well Frana, if there is a moment for you to rise as a hero, it is now," Perrodite said. Frana blinked, eyes widening a little. "You know more about this mansion and its rumours right? Well... assuming they are true, surely there is an easier way to leave... right?"

The catgirl raised her claw to her chin, humming in thought. Perrodite leaned slightly closer, awaiting too long for a response. She didn't look like she was clueless, the way her eyes darted suggesting she was clinging onto a thought. Not a happy thought, but not a sad one either. Then she sighed, her shoulders flopping from her torso. "Actually, there isn't a way out."

Perrodite's vision faded for a moment. She waited, but Frana didn't say anything more. "Wait what do you mean?"

"T-There is no way out. It's simple."

The world started to spin, and Perrodite slumped onto her haunches, dropping her crossbow in the process. She searched her thoughts. The solution was like finding a needle among the grass strands below her. "But... we came her through the forest. Surely we can just..."

"Umm... well... how do I explain this?" Frana drew something with her clawed finger on the palm of her hand. It left no markings for Perrodite to read off from. "This area acts like a portal to another realm. We can see this realm from the outside, but the forest. It's like the border for this realm. A one way trip from our world to this. If we try to leave, we will..." thoughts of the people embedded in the trees flashed in Perrodite's head. She stiffened.

"W-Wait, how does this make any sense? Why are we even here if we can't even..."

"Perrodite, we only know so little because no one returned to tell us. Ever." Frana said, sitting more comfortably on the ground. She crossed her legs, so that she could soothe her feet easily. "As for me, well..." she looked to the corner of her eyes, smiling nervously. No more words left her mouth despite Perrodite's silence. Perrodite expected to see her cheeks blush. There was none of that at least. Perhaps she could at least trust her to keep their sanity intact throughout all this.

"Well, at least you didn't get played like a fool," Perrodite growled. Perhaps she misjudged her intention. Perhaps she really did want to get rid of her.

"Right, your... companion," Frana shrugged her shoulders a little. "Who knows what damage a harmless prank could have caused, right?"

"I rather not talk about it anymore. I just... wish there is a way to get out."

"Family and friends, right?"

Those words hit a sour note. Family? Friends? She didn't have any of those. Not anymore after her disgraceful exile from her people. Even a life as a bounty hunter yielded her no comrades. Saved for one, who just happened to have led her here. But for what purpose? What more could anyone possibly take from her? Had she not suffered enough?

"A-Are you alright?" Frana placed a hand over Perrodite's clenched fist. She quickly pulled away when Perrodite glanced to her. Then there was that timid smile again. "You know. You lost a friend. And I lost a friend. I... suppose we are in the same boat. Or... realm, really. We can stick together... if you still want to that is. On the bright side, I think I confirmed a theory of mine."

"And that is?"

She giggled once, suppressing the rest in her hand. "No one dies here. They just... change."

Perrodite looked down to her knees again, groaning. Her heart rose, brimmed with fear on what cruel fate would await her here. What would happen when the sun rises? What would happen in seven weeks? Would she even be sitting here still? They could not keep running forever. Running.

Then it hit her. Slowly she turned to the side in thought. Running. Why is she running? That wouldn't solve anything, especially if they are all rats boxed in with cats. Why run if there is no escape? There has to be an end to this. To everything. No, she should stop running. Instead, she should turn around, and face her problems head on. This was how she lived back with her people. This is how she will live from now as well. The root of the problem. Think. What is the-

"The master."

"Huh?"

Perrodite twisted her body around, looking towards the building. "The master. He started it all right? Then he can end it."

"What? Don't tell me you are planning to go in there and challenge the master! We don't even know what he looks like or what he's capable of."

Perrodite slithered her tongue, eyeing the windows with a smirk. She stood up, stretching and shaking her legs, crossbow resting on her shoulder. "Heh. I've fought huge monsters and magical beasts by myself back in my days. This one will be no different." Frana stuttered and yammered about something that was lost in the wind, as Perrodite began her march up the hill. She took a bolt from her pouch and loaded her bow. "It's time I pay him a little visit."

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It immediately occurred to her that the wind refused to blow away the fog. Even up to the entrance of this crop field, it was just as thick. Left and right, it seemed to stretch for acres. An old mailbox, long void of any letters, looked to have aged that the crooked wood snapped beneath it. No single signpost remained standing, as Perrodite stopped beside what seemed to be the latest. She expected it to be some sort of warning to trespassers, or danger ahead. Her heart stiffened. Written in glowing orange ink wasn't anything of that sort.

JOIN US.

She looked forward. A path of uneven cobblestone cut a straight walk up to the great building. Up close, the front of the mansion looked more menacing. Its architecture depicted a giant face, with two large windows as its eyes and the grand door its mouth. Perched on the roof, on what appeared to be a balcony, were rows of gargoyle statues looking down on them. Puddles of glowing green littered the path, which Perrodite assumed was some slime left behind by a monster. It did not seem like the master was diverse in what he wanted to grow here in his massive garden. Left and right, almost tightly packed with one another, are large pumpkins. Some of them whole and seemed to be ripe for the picking, others hollowed out with a face carved onto them. All staring right back at her. What seemed to be even more excessive was the normal of pumpkin-headed scarecrows littering the fields, all tied to posts by thick green vines with scale-like red thorns covering their surfaces.

"Perrodite, I'm not so sure about this," Frana said, taking a step back. She squeaked when her foot splashed on one of the puddles, drenching her stockings, and she hopped away from it. Her hat bumped the side of Perrodite's skull before she could watch where she moved. "Oh, sorry!"

Perrodite shook her head. No, she changed her mind. Her new companion here was pretty hopeless. "Frana, I swear to the divines..." she spoke in between closed fangs. Then gasped a breath. "Look, you don't have to come if you don't want. Everyone is fighting for their lives, but I want to deal with the source. Just saying."

"By yourself? As if you would succeed with those skimpy tatters you are wearing. I mean you are a literal walking target."

"Frana please." Perrodite squeezed her eyes shut. "You told me there is no way out of here right? What more can I lose?"

"I know that but... I sense something wrong up ahead." She scanned the pumpkins, her eyes then darting between each scarecrow. Unlike the carved pumpkins, there wasn't a pattern to where they were all facing. "I mean, don't you think this place seems a little too... quiet?"

Perrodite remained silent, taking in the scene again. The fog would be a nuisance, but as long as they know it is a straight path, how could they screw this up? The bitter air slipped through the holes of her coat, and she shifted it to cover her better. But Frana was right about one thing. It was quiet. Nothing was here. No animal-kin. No monsters. Then again, who would even be brave enough to walk up and knock at the front door? Someone had to, Perrodite thought. "Then do you have a better idea?"

"Well... there is a door to the basement at the back of the house. But-"

"But it is swarmed with those bat things, I know." She clutched her weapon, squeezing the shaft.

"N-No... I was going to say it's in the graveyard part of the house, but yes, that too."

"Oh a graveyard?" Perrodite groaned silently. "That is clearly the better way to go isn't it? No undead. No ghosts. Definitely no monsters."

"W-Well you don't have to be so rude about it!" Frana snapped. "What's with you? I am trying to help!"

She looked at the bolt that was loaded on the groove, the drawstring already taut and eager to pierce through the fog. Into whatever was out there. She still felt something was... missing from Frana's words. Anyone who offered help would have been met with welcome to her, as long as they wouldn't become more of a burden. As a magic user, she would have been some sort of help regardless. But Perrodite couldn't trust her. "Frana. Why did you come here?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You knew you would be trapped here. Why did you come? You never finished your sentence."

Frana stayed quiet. She looked at Perrodite like a startled deer. Unsure if she should run or take a bolt to the chest first. There was that fear, and calm. Still nothing left her mouth.

Perrodite twisted to face her. "You wanted to BE here, don't you? What, a new life as a mindless toy to this... to all this?" She threw her arm to the mansion, eyes still digging into Frana.

"N-No! I never knew-"

"No look, listen. I don't care why you're here. All I know is that our goals are polar opposites. Hate to say it, but if we aren't on the same realm, then we will just get in each other's way."

How quickly her expression faded into cold and grey. For a moment she looked so frail that she would fall over if another breeze brushed by. Her mouth opened. Slowly. A sluggish breath filling her lungs. "Is... Is that all I..." silver glistened beneath her eyes. Then she turned and bolted away, dashing down the hill and heading towards the trees.

Like she was tied, Perrodite moved forward a bit to her. Until the metaphorical thread snapped between them. It felt painful and cold. She fought the urge to run after her. What was the point in that anyways if she wanted to be here. Let her run to her turned friend. Let her be with them... even if she had to whore herself. Perrodite bit the bottom of her lip. Even her own thoughts weren't satisfying enough justify why send her on her way. She shook her head. Can't win them all, she thought.

The mansion. Perrodite sucked a deep breath and took her first step. It echoed. Even if there weren't any walls for sound to bounce from. She could fire a bolt forward just in case, but feeling only several of them left in her pouch changed her mind. It was just a straight path forward anyways. Another step. Then an image flashed in her mind. JOIN US. That accursed sign again. She gritted her fangs, and forced herself to march forward. If they wanted her so badly, they better enjoy a bolt and a dagger in their skull.

Aside from her toes curling over stones with soft thuds, she truly couldn't hear another sound. Not even the wind. Nothing flew in the air. No one screamed in the distance. It started to feel like she was the only survivor left. Like one of those few horror stories told over campfires or just given in passing conversations. Like puppet strings, her heart tugged up. She spun left. A sound at least. But it was from this scarecrow, now a few feet from her. The menacing figure looked down at her from the glowing carved eyes, truly like a monster of vines coming out of it and from the ground, morphing themselves a body. The vines were moving, the thorns flapping slowly and oozing the same green substances that littered the ground. As if weren't anymore obvious it was the work of magic, the vines shifted and moved like a snake. They intertwined with one another, gliding to new places, but always maintaining integrity of a body. Until she saw where one of the vine tips was going. It waited for another vine to retract from a location with a pop and splatter. The body twitched. And tensed hard as a new vine entered the leaking hole. All the way through.

Perrodite stiffened. These weren't scarecrows. They were animal-kin!

JOIN US.

The message was now a whisper, and Perrodite swung her crossbow around. Her heart raced, seeing all these victims up close. All of them. Bound and unmoving, their identities covered by the cruel mask. The vines were stroking and grinding their furred and scaled bodies. Yet they looked to have given in. barely reacting until the vines forced them over the edge. Be it the twisting and squeezing for females, or some special vine covering members of males and sapping them.

JOIN US.

They spoke louder. Even if her ears heard nothing, her mind felt them. Perrodite broke into a run, holding her weapon close to her bosom, eyes scanning for anything that moves. More 'scarecrows' ahead, the fields denser with these pumpkins. The door. That aged door was just up ahead and getting closer.

Something prickly touched her angle. She staggered, but her foot caught her balance, and she turned to see a vine grabbing her, pulling her towards the scarecrows. JOIN US. "Damn you!" Perrodite brandished her dagger and slashed the plant clean. Green fluid spilled from the severed ends, but the hold on her foot laxed enough for her to pull it off. Her heart rose as she did, seeing a line of pin-sized wounds that oozed her blood. JOIN US.

More of them burst from the ground, everywhere around her from the fields. They rose high like thin pillars, then pointed towards her. Perrodite swore through clenched fangs and tossed her crossbow ahead towards the mansion. She immediately backhopped towards it, dagger close to her and eyes focused. Two of them lunged at her, left and right. She cleaved one that was ahead, and quickly sidestepped the other. And brought her blade to its exposed length. She waited for their next attempt, but quickly perceived they were inching closer each time she was distracted. Perrodite turned and run. Her foot started to flush, and she could feel the hot tingles crawling up her leg. Venom. And she was just accelerating it. Another vine tried to intercept, but met the sharpened edge and fell.

JOIN US. At that moment, the heat reached her groin and Perrodite almost gasped. She picked up her crossbow in one hand and dashed. Nearly at the end now. JOIN US. Another heat and Perrodite suppressed a moan, her fluids dripping down her leg. A vine slipped past her, and with a crack, whipped her right between her legs. Perrodite clamped her maw after a brief scream, and desperately severed the vine. It was too late. She could feel it. The venom welling around her vent, burning her sensitive spots. JOIN US. Her legs shivered, her sex sapping away their strength until she dropped to a knee. She huffed and looked forward, seeing them still trying to take her. It was near impossible to ignore her heat. Her vent stung, growing more and more sensitive and needy. Until she had to at least reach a hand and grip on it with her loincloth. Sparks burst from it and shocked her body that she immediately let go with a whimper. Her juices pattered on the ground. It only made it worse!

JOIN US.

Perrodite's eyes widened and she slashed an incoming vine. Her movements were chaotic, and she was gasping, staring in horror at just how many more of them had gathered and surrounded her. Their thorns flared, dripping with the green venom, ready to impregnate her body with it. They lunged. Perrodite reacted, enduring it all to keep them away. Their 'blood' showered over her, even over her wounded leg. And her vent reacted with another distracting surge. One vine took advantage and slapped at her breast, through her clothing.

"No!" Perrodite's arm grew tired from the flailing. Her mind grew hazy. Her hold onto her will slipping, and then made heavier when her breast tingled. "No... no... please..." she hissed, her dagger slapped from her grip. Another vine slipped under her breast coverings, coiling over her remaining lump. Then squeezed and injected all its venom into her. Perrodite arched her back, looking up at the moon with another moan. JOIN US. "No... not... like...nnngh!" She couldn't control it. Her arousal. Her heat. Never had she experienced it in her life. It felt so good. All her bits craving for attention. It was hard to focus on anything else. Almost subconsciously she dug her hand under her cloth and crooned, squeezing her breast in sync with the vine. Every tissue in it singed. There was no relief from satiating it with just touching. Obediently she massaged it. Harder. Harder. Harder still. Oh it still punished her. What's worse, her vent dragged her free hand towards it. And from just the first stroke, she howled. Her whole labia tingled, the heat dancing over every nerve once again, competing with her breasts for her desperate attention. Her motions became rigorous, kneading and pleasuring herself. JOIN US. Perrodite cried again. This time feeling the rhythmic clenching of her innards and a sensitive expulsion of her fluids at a greater pressure. And yet, her vent's arousal only heightened even further! Not even her orgasm could spare her.

"H-...Help..." she whispered weakly, unable to pull her hands away. Her horny state was going to kill her, and yet she feared she could die if she stopped. The vines answered her calls, stroking and binding her limbs. Some slipped under and pulled at what little clothing she had left, tearing them to uselessness, and forever exposing her nudity to the curse. JOIN US. She continued to furiously rub and finger herself. Something about these vines... she disliked them. She didn't know why. Something about... getting them away. Perrodite giggled as more and more of her body is being covered in them. Perhaps she wanted them off her because of how she disliked how forward they are. Disliked how welcoming and... naughty they were. Like ropes, they started to bind her together, the tightening grip also releasing bursts of their venom. All over her body. JOIN US.

Perrodite screamed once more. Her heat coursed all over her body, flooding her, overwhelming her, and erupted all over her body. They squeezed her breasts by themselves, but left her vent alone. She couldn't help it. It was all she could think about, as she shoved her bound hands fingers into it, stirring the venom to break her body once again. Vines ensnared on either side of it, the painless thorns piercing directly into her swelling labia. Her arms were getting sore. How many times have she squirted? They didn't feel like she had climaxed at all, just heightened her need just as much without any relief. She whimpered at the thought. The thought that nothing in the world would free her from this curse. JOIN US.

Then she saw it. Nearing her legs was a swollen vine, red in colour. Its' thorns leaky with a different coloured venom. Purple and glowing, if not also emitting fumes. She never recalled seeing this larger vine. None of the scarecrows got it. But she needed it! She didn't need the vines' force to pull her legs apart. But they also forced her bound hands away. Her heart raced. Her breaths ragged and pleading with moans. JOIN US. But it didn't move. Just inches from her pulsating and aching vent. She tried to shift closer, wriggling her entrance, do anything to coax it inside her.

Instead, four other green vines appeared beside it. They raised their thorns. And in a blink, one of them backed. And lashed at her vent.

Her eyes widened. As she recoiled, it pulled back, leaving venom over her stung flower. Another vine whipped her, right in between her lips and struck her clit once again. It pulled back for the third. Then fourth. "N-N-Nnnnnnnh!" She couldn't form any words. She felt every sting. Every pulse of venom injected into her sex, exceeding her thoughts as it grew more and more sensitive. More needy. More wet. They all repeatedly whipped her, the red vine remaining still like it was watching. Perrodite closed her eyes, gurgling on her words. Every strike, her body just wanted to break free. To tear at these vines to get to her sex. But they always held firm. She twisted left and right. They held her firm, vines undeterred to whip every last will out of her. Oh divines, how much more tender could she get? Even the cold air itself could arouse her! The pain. It grew with each whip, not from the piercing thorns, but from the searing snap of each strike. The last strike hit and jabbed venom slightly deeper in her, and she whimpered from the throbbing burn. Oh she really felt that one, puppeting her limbs to struggle again. When another hit her before she could recover, the pain and sheer ecstasy combined blew all over her like molten lava. Her mind almost cracked, yet her vent peaked and soaked her reddening lips for the next beating.

For who knows how long, they ravaged her vent. The pain sharp enough to force tears, but also to control her moans. Even worse, the venom ensured she would never feel numb. Her heart couldn't be more strained when, looking left and right beside her, more thorned vines stretched and surrounded her sex. And joined in the music to whip her endlessly.

The world slowed around her, pulsing white. She rolled her eyes back, mouth agapped. Body arching and flinching. Whip after whip. Orgasm after orgasm. Oh such forbidden bliss, to seek pleasure in pain. But it was nothing compared to just how much they were saturating her sex in venom. They surprised her each time. Just as she thought she reached the precipice, the new whip sent her even further up. And so irregular as the breasts were continuously gripped and pumped, the back of her mind craving for them to be tightened even further. She couldn't think. She couldn't struggle anymore, no matter how much her body fought her to with ever increasing vigour. She needed to be punished. She needed all these lashes. For all the damage she did to them. She was a bad girl. A bad horny girl. She must be punished. Nothing must give her relief. She must be punished. Forever aroused and craving is her life. She must be punished. She must. JOIN US.

For what felt like hours, the pumpkin patch tormented her. Every whip was agony and undying lust coursing to every fibre of her body that would last for minutes, and the second one adding more on top of that. She no longer had the will to scream, despite wearing the expression of one in a maddening cry. It was like her blood turned into venom. Tiny needles danced all over her labia between whips, becoming like static before another vine neared her. They slowed to a stop at last. Even long after they did, she could still feel such tingling. Her sex reacting to even a particle of air against it, forcing several climactic juices out to no mercy from her sensitivity and lust. She couldn't bring herself up anymore. A fire lit inside her belly. One she so desperately wanted to put out, but constantly reminded that she was bound. At this point, Perrodite could only think of her sex. How it was now stored to the brim with venom. JOIN US. The vines hoisted her, dragging her somewhere. The red vine followed her. Past the scarecrows. Right in the middle of the pumpkin patch. Her undying arousal was all she cared about. Her body using every energy in her fibre to tug feebly at the vines. Not even waiting for her strength to recover. At this point, if she were to be freed, she would instantly go for pleasuring herself. Let the venom torment her mind for days. Weeks. Months. Even years. Nothing else would matter.

Still a whimpering and lust-craving mess, Perrodite noticed very briefly she was being shifted around a lot. More vines covered her, pulling her upright, lifting her up into the air, and splaying her arms out. Rivers of her fluids drooled at this point from the additional venom, as her half-closed gaze fixed onto it. None of her scales could be seen anymore. Every toe of hers disappeared inside the mass of vines. Then her burning mounds, the vines only squeezing the stored venom through her blood and refilling them. They covered her so well that no one would know it was her aside from her head and sex. Two more vines appeared from either side of her vent. Perrodite was ready for them to punish her some more. To break her beyond the point of recovering. Instead, they rested on either side of her labia and forced it apart. Perrodite's vision blanked again, her flower quivering and hosing more of her femfluids. Appearing in between was the same red vine, now forming a part of her 'body'. JOIN US.

Please, she thought. As if it heard her, it lunged into her and twisted, drilling and wriggling itself so far deep into her that it struck her cervix within seconds. Purple slime dripped all over below her, still leaking from the incontinent vine until the green ones wrapped and sealed her sex from sight, along with the great vine. Then the red thorns stretched, jabbing and anchoring the great vine so deep into her. She felt it. At the same time the purple venom stopped leaking. The hot slimy venom surging into every part of her wall and entering her body. She couldn't take it. She had to expend the last bid of energy that was keeping her conscious. Everything she had. As this vine seemed to be reaching her very soul! Before she could let it all out from her throat, something slipped onto her head and vines from inside it filled her mouth, muffling her scream. There were no thorns in this one. Or so she thought when a vine wrapped around her neck and infused her carotids with more venom. They flowed into her mind. JOIN US. JOIN US. JOIN US.

Couldn't scream... her mind fading.

JOIN US. JOIN US.

Mercilessly the red vine 'fed' her in a constant stream. Her walls so swollen in them it was basically clenching. Hard. And keeping the vine inside her. Something slimy rimmed her untouched tailhole. And slipped into her just as she realised. Then. In rhythm with the red vine, it pulled back and thrusted. Oh divines! The thorns were like soft nubs as they entered her tendered holes, then become vicious as they pulled out, infusing more of their love and torturing venom. It took the red vine a few thrusts to put her in perpetual, unending orgasm. Her vision was fading, the last thing she saw... through those carved eyes of her mask... was the entrance. A shadow stood there. A new victim...

Couldn't struggle... JOIN US... must cum... JOIN US... can't... JOIN US... so.... JOIN US... good... JOIN US... JOIN US... JOIN US...

In her darkness, her sleep was just as tormenting. The red vine still lodged in her, an endless supply of powerful venom waiting to break her soul with amidst its courtship. It chose her. It chose her for... something. To mate? It even filled her womb in its venom. But it doesn't seem right. It was for something else...

More... venom... JOIN US... red... vine... JOIN US... more... JOIN US... more... JOIN US... JOIN US.... JOIN US... JOIN US...

She felt it. A large bulge...

JOIN US... JOIN US... JOIN US...

...flowing up her tender sex. No, the word tender could no longer describe just how horny she was... it spread her cervix...

JOIN US... JOIN US... JOIN US...

Then with the red vine's push, oozed a solid mass into her womb. All went silent.

"Join us. Join us. Join us..."

...

"...ite..."

She groaned, forcing her eyes open. It was still so dark. And her still so sleepy. How long had she been asleep? How long had she been stuck here? It felt like she had slept for days. It felt so long since she heard a voice.

"...rodite..."

Something was still in her. The vine of course. But it wasn't moving. It wasn't tormenting her with unsatisfying pleasure. In fact, it stopped injecting venom. It felt... odd. She was growing so attached to it. Had it aged and wilted? Her heart sank at the thought. But her hands. They were free. No vines holding her. Nothing infecting her with undying bliss. She could pleasure herself... if she could remember how to. Her instincts was to remain still. There was no relief. Only endless arousal.

"Perrodite..."

Perrodite? It sounded so familiar to her. Why? This darkness was her world. The vines were all the company she would get. Something grabbed her shoulders. They weren't those vines. Too warm and smooth. They dragged her somewhere. Somewhere around this darkness. There was nothing. Probably being moved to another location for another purpose? She closed her eyes again. Too tired to think. To needy to care.

"Ghe-Ka!"

The darkness shook. Hard. Startling her awake. Wide awake. The sleepiness lifted out of her like a veil, and she squinted at the light. Or there was hardly any light at all. It was nightfall.

"Perrodite!" A cat girl screamed on one side. She was wearing a familiar outfit with a pointed hat.

"F...Frana?" Perrodite said, her voice incredibly hollow.

"Don't speak," she said, then ducked from a fiery explosion, coming from just ahead. Perrodite rolled her weary eyes to another figure, standing before the lashing vines and repelling them with simply her hand. Something wriggled in between her green fluid covered legs, and she looked at the remains of her red tormentor, still stuck inside her. "You are still poisoned. Regain your strength before my spell wears off."

Perrodite quivered. The feeling of those empty thorns inside her hyper-sensitised innards was like having to move a leg after sitting on it for a while. Without the unpleasant feeling. Perrodite accidentally twitched. She hissed between her fangs, the cursed heat burning her in all its might. And her fluids forced out of her, one after another without a sign of stopping. But just as the reawakened curse flowed to her neck, it was immediately numbed. And all she felt was a cold shiver all over her skull. The spell. It was warding her mind from the venom. But her vent was still-

"Damn it Perrodite!" Frana stopped. Right at the entrance to the pumpkin fields. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this now."

Something slammed the back of Perrodite's neck. The world spun. And darkness greeted her once more...