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Galaxy shivered in the cold air, and shut the back door behind her. The Umbreon walked slowly through the garden, her sandals gently squishing against the dewy grass, and the mud of the morning's brisk air. Her breath played and danced in front of her as she slowly walked deeper into her sizeable garden. Her long black ears lay flattened atop her head as her red eyes scanned left and right. The night before, as she had settled down to bed, a bright light shot through the sky and she heard a crash in the back of he garden. She would have investigated then and there, but she was just beginning to fall asleep. So, this morning, she put on some sandals and a dressing gown, and began to walk down to the bottom of her garden. The fence at the foot of the flowerbed had been completely obliterated, the criss-crossed wire distorted as if melted by heat. A scarred path had been ripped through the earth and grass, and she could see some of the trees in the woods beyond her garden were destroyed. She looked around, and then slowly stepped a sandalled paw into the small woodland.

She had never been into the forest before. She had always felt an uneasy presence from the dark, mysterious woodland behind her house. But now, she had no choice but to extinguish her curiosity. Perhaps whatever had fallen would be worth something. She walked further into the woods, the ground becoming muddier and muddier as she walked, her sandals occasionally getting sucked into the mud, causing her to pull her paws up higher, as mud squished against her sole. She shuddered as the cold slimy substance coated her pads and oozed between her toes. She hated having her paws touched, let alone be dirty like that. She noticed, the deeper she went, the more trees she saw that had been splintered and split. She must be getting close, she decided. She pressed on, though the terrain grew harder to traverse. Eventually, she came to a clearing. It was obvious that whatever it was had landed here, but there was no sign of the mysterious object. A few broken stumps, a lot of singed, flattened grass, and not much else. She sat on a stump that wasn't too splintery as she looked around for any sign of whatever it was that had fallen. She sighed. "Nothing," she said quietly. There was nobody around, so she might as well talk to herself. "Well, at least I actually came into this forest.. Not that there's anything to see.. Just mud, and trees." She leaned back a little on the stump, her back resting on a fallen log that had been protected from damage by the tree that had stood where she sat. She lay back fully, shutting her eyes and sighing. It was getting warmer, so she may as well stay for a while. She dangled a sticky sandal and felt the air on her sole, washing over her pads gently. She slowly opened he eyes, and gasped. Directly above her was an organic looking pod, creaking and swaying from left to right, caught on a branch. She sat up and stared at the sickly, pink fleshy exterior. It was like something out of a horror movie. She began to climb the log, and gripped a tree, shuffling upwards to get a closer look. She reached the branch, and she placed her hand on it, but the extra weight caused the fleshy growth to slip and fall, hitting the ground with a thump and letting fine yellow dust fill the air. Galaxy gulped. "I think it's a fungus or something.. And those must be spores," she decided, staring at the yellow dust. She slowly made her way down, holding her breath. Just in case the spores are toxic, she thought to herself. She made her way back up the path and back into her house. She stared out of the window at the woods, and then came back inside, kicking off her muddy sandals and sitting down to watch some television. As she breathed in, a few spores got into her lungs. She sneezed. "Fucking cold weather," she muttered. A fine yellow dust lay over her body, but her head was hurting too much to notice.

By the evening, she couldn't get any sleep. Her body was burning up, and she had a splitting headache. She groaned as she tossed and turned in her bed. She breathed in deeply, as spores continued to enter her body, and she sighed. She pulled off her nightgown and lay naked on the bed, her whole body heating up. "Uggggggghhhh.." She groaned again. She lay in silence, eyes half-lidded, listening to the grating sound of her clock ticking. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. UP. Her ears perked up at the curious whisper. Had she really heard that? Or was it a hallucination? She waited to hear the strange, calming, whispered voice again. The clock ticked on and on. She sighed and lay back down, shutting her eyes. UP. She definitely heard it. She got up, groggy and tired, and staggered to the door of her room. She didn't care who it was, they sounded so.. Eerily comforting. DOWNSTAIRS. She sniffled, her nose stuffy, and nodded. She had no idea why she had chosen to nod, but it seemed polite. She slowly opened her bedroom door, and, still naked, began to walk downstairs. She arrived at the foot of the stairwell and waited. GARDEN. Garden, she thought. Yes.. I want to go into the garden. For all she knew, she was dreaming. Which would be fine. She saw no reason not to step outside, late at night and naked. It was a good idea, or so it seemed to her fevered mind. She slowly stumbled towards her boots and began to put them on, when the voice spoke up. NO. No.. No. She didn't want her boots. Not if the voice didn't want them. the voice was nice. It would make her feel good. It would make her feel better. So she might as well be civil and kind to it. She walked to the door and swung it open. Freezing air hit her, making her nipples hard and stiff, but at her boiling body temperature, it was a soothing comfort. She stepped down onto the cold, wet grass, as it rose between her toes and tickled between them. She winced. YOU LOVE IT. The voice commanded, as the annoying irritating sensation became one of pleasant tickling and rubbing. "Heeheeheeheehee......." She mumbled. She took slow, plodding steps towards the fence, and stepped through it, into the thick mud, which coated her paws and oozed between her toes. She murred lightly. It felt like a strange type of... Massage. Yes, the owner of the voice must be massaging her cold, tired feet. "Thank you, sir.." She mumbled with a smile, lost in a hallucinated fantasy. She stepped forward, lingering in each step as the oddly warm mud caressed her soft black paws and glowing yellow pawpads. CLOSER. The voice was louder now. Galaxy staggered through the thick mud to the clearing, and looked sleepily around. I was the fungus.. Or rather, the fungi. The spores had landed in the fertile ground and already, smaller sacs had begun growing, each as large as a squash. The main pod, which had grown further to about 8 ft in length, throbbed gently and pumped spores into the air. DEEP BREATHS. Galaxy nodded and took deep breaths in.. And out again. This deep breathing stuff really works, she thought. Her head was feeling clearer already, and her temperature lowered. She thought about who her mysterious benefactor could be. "Who are you...?" She mumbled slowly. MASTER. "Master?..." She yawned and nodded. "Yes.. You must be.. You are my.. master.." She sat down in the mud, the cold wet sludge coating her petite rump, and she breathed in the sweet, musky air. "I love the.. The fragrance master," She blushed and smiled shyly. Master. Yes. That was how it should be. GOOD GIRL. Yes. She was a good girl. She was a willing, obedient girl. For master. She could think much clearer now. Her pussy became more and more aroused as she thought of being a good girl for master. She gently grinded her legs together as she inhaled sweet spores, each lungful entering her bloodstream, going to her brain, reprogramming her.. And she was falling for it. She was loving it.

After a while, the sac split open down the middle, revealing membranes, much like tentacles, that writhed and throbbed, and shot spores into the air all around them. The voice spoke again, softly. GIRL. "Yes, master.." SUCK. "I obey, master.." She got on her knees and crawled forward, opening her muzzle as a writhing throbbing tentacle slowly moved forward and slipped into her mouth. It leaked a sweet slime, full of the spores she had been so eagerly inhaling. She swallowed it down. In her mind, it was her master's throbbing cock, his sweet, warm, thick cum shooting into her maw.. She loved to obey. She was a good girl. Not long after, the membrane shot a load of slime into her mouth, which she swallowed down instantly. The vine-like appendage retracted and she waited for master's next command. GOOD GIRL. Yesssss... It felt so good to be a good girl.. It turned her on. Made her pussy wet with the primal need to be praised.. To be dominated. Her eyes, once a brilliant red, had changed, streaked with yellow, the same yellow as the spores in the air. They were half-lidded and she felt so relaxed. So obedient. What was her name? Her age? She could barely even remember. She just remembered being a good girl for master. And it felt so nice. She moaned and let two fingers slip between her legs, toying with her pussy, her clit, already soaked with her juices. NO. She obeyed and lifted her fingers out. She stared blankly at the writhing tentacles, spraying yellow puffs of spores into the atmosphere. It was an exciting, mesmerising display. It made her feel more obedient.. Made her forget everything except for being a slave. LICK. She moved her fingers to her lips and,without looking away, she licked her juices from off of them. "I'm a good girl..." She moaned breathily. The tentacles slowly rose up and wrapped around her, one at her waist, one on each arm and leg, and one supporting her from behind. They slithered upwards and kept her suspended in the air, as she saw, in her head, her master lifting her onto a bed, another twisted reality conjured in her spore-addled mind. She blushed and spread her legs willingly. Like a good girl. A thick tentacle, one textured with ridges and bumps, and a hole at the front, rose upwards and rubbed around her pussy. She moaned. "I'm a good girl.. I'm a good.. Obedient slave... For master..." The tentacle pushed in, stretching her tight pussy as she moaned out loud, her eyes slowly becoming more yellow. Her rings glowed as her body tingled with pleasure. She curled her toes, residual mud pushing between her toes and adding to the intense pleasure. The sac could sense the pleasure increase. YOU LIKE YOUR PAWS PLAYED WITH. Not a question. A command. She nodded. "Yes master.. I need my paws played with.. I love it..." Another tentacle, this time with a long, flattened, rough and slimy end, began to drag across her toes like a tongue. She moaned and spread her toes, as the tentacle began to "lick" the mud from inbetween them, leaving behind sticky, yellow, musky residue. Her yellow toes glowed brightly as they were licked, and her pussy became wetter, slicker, as the massive tentacle pounded her pussy faster and faster. She shouted and moaned loudly. She was a good girl. She loved her paws played with. She would do anything for her paws to be played with. She loved her tight wet pussy being pounded by her master. She moaned. Her stiff yellow nipples gently bounced up and down with her breasts, as tentacles began to rub them too. She moaned again, her entire body burning with arousal. She swayed in the air as the tentacles slid around and pounded her pussy. She panted as her cunt dripped juice and spore-filled slime 10 feet down to the forest floor below. The tentacle shot it's load deep inside. She moaned loudly as she felt the spores fill her up. The tentacles let go of her, but the ones wrapped around her ankles kept grip, as she swayed upside down with a misty-eyed, dumb smile. Her eyes, now very close to being shut, were fully yellow. She belonged to the fungus. SLEEP. "I.... Will... Sleeeeeep.." She repeated, and her head swung towards the floor as she snored. Tentacles rubbed along her paws as her toes wiggled gently in her sleep, her pussy becoming wet again as her sensitive feet were teased. She dreamed of her master licking her black toes, sucking them, making them wet and slick, before fucking her lubricated paws, as a tentacle began to move back and forth between her toes to the rhythm of her fantasy. She groaned and snored quietly, her pussy wet and dripping down onto her chin and muzzle. She wanted to cum. Her paws were being teased so well, but she still slept. She heard the words go through her head, echoing, taking away more free will. Making her happy. GOOD GIRL OBEY SLAVE SLUT PAWS OBEDIENT GIRL BLANK GIRL REPROGRAM HYPNOTIZED GOOD OBEDIENT LITTLE UMBREON Yes.. She was a good, obedient little Umbreon. The tentacle shot slime over her soles, her pads sticky as slime oozed between her toes, each droplet that ran down her paw feeling just like a tongue dragging itself across her clit. They slimy appendages placed her down on the ground. YOUR REWARD. Reward.. Her reward.. That's right. Master had rewarded her by fucking her paws. She had to take her gift. She lifted her sleek black paw to her face and licked it, dragging her tongue from bottom to top, and exploring her toes and the spaces between, collecting the slime, savouring the sweaty, musky taste. It was almost too much for her.. The taste of her feet mixed with the hypnotic spores made her pussy squirt gently, but still she could not reach orgasm. Not without permission. "Want to cum, master..." She moaned quietly in between snores. Apparently, her master had heard her, and his voice rang out once more. TOUCH YOURSELF. Her hand slowly swung down between her legs as she began to finger her hot wet pussy, still deep in sleep. She breathed deeply and snored, moaning every now and then as her clit was massaged. CUM FOR MASTER. She nodded, fingering furiously, gently squeezing her clit and sliding her fingers deep inside until, at long last, she came, her head swinging back as she let out a loud shouted moan, her juices squirting out at high speed, coating her hands, legs, and the muddy floor beneath her. She blushed and smiled, her head slumping back down, as the tentacles picked her up again and placed her in the open fungus sac. MY GOOD GIRL. She nodded and snored, as the sac closed around her, spores filling her lungs even faster now that she was directly within the source. By the morning, she would be nobody but an obedient slave. She thought about losing her whole identity, her free will, to serve this mysterious voice in her head. Her pussy grew wet once again, and she blushed in her sleep as writhing tentacles slipped around her and inside her. She was a good girl. A good obedient girl. And she would obey.