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The group woke up well rested, the night having been quiet and uneventful. Chester noted how much Vivian must have helped the other two, as they both seemed much more at ease. Karla was still oddly open about staring at Ciera and Vivian, but the hesitation and distraction she had been having the last few days seemed to have faded. He made a mental note to talk to Vivian, make sure everything was all right, but they had all agreed to some degree of privacy in matters like this, so he couldn't press too hard.

Karla was felt more rested than she had for days...She had been so anxious, and now she could barely remember why. Maybe it was that fight with Percival, nothing seemed to have happened but...well, there was little use worrying about it now, right? Ciera asked the rest of them to finish breaking down the camp while she took care of something private, stepping out into the forest, which had worried Karla slightly. Of all of them, Ciera was the one most likely to fall prey to an ambush. Still, with how little they had seen or heard last night, she would almost certainly be safe.

It was only a few minutes later when she returned, in a much better mood. Karla couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing a half dozen layers of clothing like yesterday, so maybe whatever her problem was she had gotten over it. It certainly gave her a nicer view...she remembered that yesterday's breakfast had been really tense, in retrospect, so Karla was happy that things were returning to normal. Nothing helped ease her mind like small talk between friends, even if Chester was there to dampen the mood slightly.

The further they walked through the forest, the more things changed. The faded browns and greens became vibrant, with the occasionally mix of flora and fauna that was almost otherworldly. The canopy overhead was becoming dense, but even as sunlight was choked out, strange blue and green plants seemed to glow in the darkness. The sounds of a normal forest became somehow light and playful, every rustle of leaves and branches somehow sounding of faint laughter and song.

"Fey..." Chester said as they trudged through this unusual terrain.

"Yes," Vivian replied, "This place reeks of them. Be careful, everyone. The Judges hand pick the obstacles they pepper throughout the Tournament grounds, anything you see is almost certainly unsafe. Don't so much as touch a glowing mushroom, or catch what looks like a firefly...touch nothing."

"Is...is it really that dangerous?" Ciera said, holding her staff close as she tried to carefully watch her footsteps.

"Yes," Karla said from up ahead. "Everyone knows the Fey play tricks, use illusions, twist games into magical contracts or agreements, those things are all bad enough. My concern is this - We were told that all fights here would be without injury, but that the loser would suffer the consequences the winner placed upon them. We have no idea whether that includes sentient creatures like the Fey."

Everyone fell silent at that, their eyes suddenly scanning every corner of the forest surrounding them. Each movement and sound seemed to put the group on edge, jumping at shadows and insects. Despite the strange and echoing sounds the forest seemed to make all around them, there was little movement that seemed unusual or unsafe.

When they saw sunlight again up ahead, the group gave a collective sigh of relief, picking up their pace. It wasn't until they got close enough to actually make the details out that they realized it was not an escape from the forest, just a large clearing.

The clearing did have one notable feature, a massive tree at it's center. The shade from it's branches stretched across half the glade, and there was an air of peace surrounding it. They each approached it, carefully scanning the area for anything dangerous.

Celia was the first to speak, saying "Wow, this tree is massive! Looks old, I spent some time with druids and you get a feel for this sort of thing..."

Karla replied "Well, at least it doesn't look like it's going to reach out and grab us or anything. Chester, you and I should take a look at the perimeter, make sure it's safe."

"Sure, Vivian and Ciera can examine the tree. Maybe it's something important? There are supposed to be artifacts hidden around to help reverse the consequences of duels."

With that, Karla and Chester started carefully scanning the edge of the forest, making certain there wasn't anything watching them, or preparing an ambush.

Ciera was busy examining the tree, looking for signs of what type of tree it was, or what it might be doing here. "Maybe...well, one thing to think about...This is a big clearing! Something has to be keeping the other trees from growing in this area...maybe this tree is keeping them away somehow?"

"It's leaking sap all over it's bark, is that normal?"

"Not really, no. The sap also weird, kinda...milky looking. That's not all that unusual among trees, I guess. Maybe it has some kind of magical property?"

"There's really only one way to find out," Chester said, returning from his brief survey. "I have dabbled a bit in alchemy, poison making, refinement and things like that. I can try to test it, but we may eventually need to use one of us as a test subject. I mean, it can't kill us, right?"

"Do what you can. We'll do that as a last resort."

With that, the group stopped to rest and examine the tree further.

It took almost half an hour for Chester to finish testing what he could. He kept a few glass phials with him for collecting important things, but otherwise had limited resources to do any real testing. Still, there were a few items he kept for making sure things weren't poisonous, dangerous, flammable or otherwise going to cause problems.

"Alright everyone, here's the best I can find out. It's flammable, no surprise. We could gather some for torches, or lighting arrows on fire. It seems to burn hot and long, so it's packed with energy. The real question is whether or not it's edible. Could be a good thing to keep around for emergencies, might have some kind of magical healing properties. Doesn't register as deadly, I have a thing I can use to test whether it's lethal and it definitely isn't. Question is, do we want to test it now, or later in an emergency?"

"What are the odds that we'll actually need to eat it later, honestly?" Vivian said.

"Low, I'd guess. But, still, there's not much risk. The good thing is, even if it does have some negative side effect, then what we've found is a useful poison AND a good way to make a few emergency torches. Win-win either way."

Everyone looked at each other, no one willing to offer to test the sap, until finally Ciera said "Fine! Fine, I'll do it. I'm curious, and I'm pretty sure if I don't offer no one else is going to..."

With that, she stepped forward and ran her finger through a small droplet of the sap leaking from the tree's surface. She hesitated slightly as she held it in front of her, before finally licking it off her finger.

"Tastes...sugary? Almost sickeningly sweet. No tingling or anything on the tongue, so there's no-Oh. Oh no."

Ciera's cheeks were quite suddenly flushing a bright red, looking almost feverish. The rest of the team was immediately concerned, stepping close to make sure she was okay.

"G-Get back, I'm fine! Just...oh wow, uh...It's an...It's an aphrodisiac. A, uh, very potent one. Extremely potent. Incredibly, super, very very potent."

Her breathing was coming fast, almost to the point of hyperventilating, while everyone looked at each other trying to figure out what to do.

"I..I think I need to uh, go deal with this. Now. Right now. Just, watch my stuff, I'll be back!"

She suddenly started towards the trees, dropping her supplies and staff as she did so.

"One of us needs to go with her. She's in danger otherwise. We can't all go help, she's clearly trying to avoid being shamed like that," Vivian said."

"Has to be Karla then," Chester replied. "You wouldn't be any good if you got ambushed, and Ciera certainly doesn't want me around."

"That's probably for the best...And, well, I've been meaning to talk to her alone anyways, it's been a busy last few days..." Karla said.

"Okay. Go help her, then return as soon as you can. We'll set up a temporary camp here, maybe even stay the night since it seems pretty safe. The sun will set soon, not that it matters inside the forest around here, dark as it is."

Karla nodded, and headed off into the forest after Ciera.

It didn't take long to find her, she traveled only as far as necessary and then, apparently, immediately sat down next to a tree. Karla tried to make a bit of noise as she approached, so that she didn't scare her too much.

Probably not enough noise though, as Ciera was trying desperately to undress, undoing the buckles and bindings that kept her robe and gear together. Karla stepped in front of her, about to speak, when her jaw just stopped and hung open.

Ciera was mid-way through taking her shirt off, and there was a bit of extra padding and cloth around her breasts that were, clearly, damp. Soaked, possibly. The smell was immediately identifiable. Milk. Karla was lost in the idea, trying to restart her thoughts so she could say something, anything, instead of just sitting there gawking. She started to speak, but wasn't ready for what she actually said.

"G-God, Ciera, your tits are perfect..."

"What? What the hell, Karla! I-I can't deal with you acting weird right now, just...just go somewhere over there and keep watch, I know that's why you're here. Don't...don't pay too much attention, I really need to, just, go away okay!"

Karla's muscles twitched slightly, a halfhearted attempted to turn around and look away, but it was barely actual movement. Her body was still standing stock still in front of Ciera.

"What if...what if I helped you?"

"Helped me...oh, no! No thank you, I, uh, I'm fine. Really. Please, I can't wait, I really need to-"

"Ciera, have I ever told you how much I love tits? How much I love _your_tits?"

"W-What! Now is not the time Karla! Why now? All those years adventuring and now you decide...oh, just, please stop making me hold back! I can't stop myself, you just need to leave!"

Instead, Karla got on the ground in front of Ciera, leaning over until her face was level with the tip of Ciera's nipple, her breathing increasingly heavy. Ciera could feel each breath, the heightened sensitivity of the aphrodisiac causing her to tense slightly at the gentle sensation.

"F-Fine! Okay, please, just, help me!"

Ciera was clearly beyond the limits of her self-control, barely able to continue undressing herself as she pawed at what remained of her clothes. Karla was practically entranced, her mouth hovering closer and closer to the tip of Ciera's right nipple. When she finally took the nipple into her mouth, Ciera moaned loud enough that the rest of the forest around them seemed to still slightly, growing quieter.

Karla quickly moved one hand to Ciera's breast, massaging and kneading it as she sucked. The taste was sweet, and the scent intoxicating. She was operating on automatic, giving in to an addiction it felt like she had never satisfied. By the time Ciera had managed to undress all the way, Karla had already snaked a finger between her legs and was rubbing her clit in slow, methodical circles.

Ciera could barely contain herself, each shift in the suction on her right tit causing her to pant and moan, giving in to the pleasure without thought. The relief in pressure and aching paired with the pleasant sensations between her legs caused her to practically melt against the tree supporting her. Karla only took the opportunity to redouble her efforts, eventually switching breasts as Ciera tried in vain to adjust positions and regain some control.

When Karla started to slowly speed up her fingers between Ciera's legs, rubbing and fingering her with increasing vigor, Ciera felt the pleasure finally push her over the edge, a little sooner than she might otherwise expect. It was more intense, more vibrant than any other orgasm she could remember experiencing. Whatever substance was in this sap, it was stronger than anything she had ever heard of. The pleasure barely faded, the rhythmic contractions of her muscles failing to slow or stop. The pleasure seemed to double up on itself, never weakening, never slowing. The waves built up ever further, each sensation more and more intense, until Ciera simply let go to it, succumbing to the impossible feeling.

Karla could see her eye's fluttering, her short gasps and moans motivating and rewarding Karla for her efforts. She knew very little of aphrodisiacs, but she assumed that the effects would only fade once the last traces had left Ciera's system. It could take a while...but Karla wasn't particularly worried. She was happy to stay right here, a perfect pair of tits right in front of her, for as long as needed. For as long as possible.

Vivian and Chester were resting on the soft grass underneath the giant tree, with Chester anxiously pacing as he continued to eye the perimeter, and Vivian watching the color of the sky as the sun slowly set.

"They should be back by now."

"Oh_please_, Chester. We have no idea how potent that stuff is. Could take hours. And who knows, maybe both her and Karla needed it. Might help them both stay focused."

"They both need a bit more discipline than that. Karla gets into _one_real fight and she's distracted and distant, whatever happened to Ciera has been distracting her as well...I don't need answers, I'm not going to ask you anything, but they both need to put aside whatever their problems are and focus on the Tournament."

"Chester, I can tell you this much. Dealing with their problems _is_dealing with the Tournament. That's part of what the challenge is. You need to relax, we both probably do. They're safe, at least with Karla there, and you and I can probably get a bit of rest. We've been taking extra watches these last two nights, and with Karla and Ciera getting some _vigorous_exercise out there they probably will need us to do the same tonight."

"We can't just nap here! Just because we don't think anyone is nearby doesn't mean we're not in danger. All it takes is one_solid loss. One person who doesn't think they need to worry about 'playing to the Judges,'_One. We don't have any way to fix someone, say, forgetting how to fight. Or being turned into some brain-dead bimbo. As naive as Karla and Ciera are, we both know the stories of people who survived this Tournament."

Vivian gave Chester a pointed look, then reached into her bag and lit a small stick of incense. Chester narrowed his eyes at her for a moment as she took out her lyre, but she only plucked a single chord on it. The sound seemed to resonate far longer than it should, as the stick of incense seemed to start producing more smoke than seemed possible. As it did, the smoke slowly formed a ring, growing to expand and border the clearing they were in.

"There, that should keep us safe to rest. Anything that crosses the barrier will set off an alarm, including Ciera or Karla, so we won't be taken by surprise if something comes up. Can we rest now? Even if you don't, I'm definitely going to take a nap."

Chester sighed, but he was exhausted. Being a shifter didn't mean he needed any less sleep than anyone else. Finally, after some deliberation, he relented.

"Fine, let's get some rest. Don't know why you don't do that trick_every_ night we sleep, but whatever."

"Limited resources, Chester. Figured this was a good opportunity to use it, get a feel for how effective it is!"

With that, they both found comfortable spots to get a bit of rest. Neither noticed the quiet sound of rustling up above as a few small heads poked out of the tree above them, quietly giggling.

Chester knew, on some level, he was dreaming. He was in a forest, but the details were fuzzy, inconsistent. All he could hear was the sound of a distant, lighthearted laughter.

In the curious logic of dreams, he was certain that there was no danger. Whatever it was, it was friendly. He knew this, just as he knew that the trees, the light, everything that he could see wasn't quite real. It was all imagined.

It was peaceful, and he was more relaxed than he had been for days. No one could attack him here, this was his own mind, his own world. His dreams. And the small pixies fluttering in the distance? Of course, they were just figments of the dream, an echo of his anxieties and worries. No reason to worry now, this was a dream.

They flew close to him, examining him and giggling as the poked and prodded at the buckles, straps, and other bits of his clothing that held his hidden weaponry. It took him a moment to realize that he was lying down, but this was a dream of course. He could swear he had just been walking, some thread of a thought of a dream abandoned. Now he was lying down.

As the pixies slowly unbuckled and undressed him, he had a moment of anxiety. A moment of worry. His face was looking upwards, staring into the darkening sky as stars and shapes seemed to move incoherently. What were they doing? He could feel the loosening of clothing, the movement of clasps and buckles, but he couldn't tell exactly what was happening...

And then, a pixie flew into his view, fluttering just above his face. She was unclothed, and quite a bit more...voluptuous that Chester understood pixies to be. His mind grasped for reasons, but it quieted as she began to speak.

"Well, how are you mister? Having a pleasant dream?"

He looked at her face, trying to focus. He felt...sleepy. Why move? Why answer?

She snapped her fingers, the quiet sound just enough to get him to pay attention.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! That wasn't a rhetorical question, we're uh...dream inspectors. We have to make sure everything is running smoothly! So, are you enjoying this dream?"

He struggled to speak, his voice only coming out as a quiet whisper. "Oh...yes, I suppose. It's very relaxing...but I need to wake up soon."

That last bit seemed to annoy the pixie, as her face scrunched up a little. He wasn't entirely sure why he had even said it, but he could feel the accuracy of the statement, it was true. He did need to wake up soon...

"Well, mister, can't be that good of a dream then, huh? If you still want to wake up, well, that's not what the really good dreams are like are they? A good dream is something you're sad to see end!"

The logic was there, thin though it may be. It was difficult for him to argue against, but some part of him started to try to rebel...and then he felt a small wisp of pleasure wash over him in a gentle rolling wave. When had the other pixies finished undressing him? What were they doing?

"Tell...tell them to stop..."

"Stop? Oh wow, we must be doing a really bad job then. I'll tell them they need to do better. _You_just need to relax. Nothing is going to happen! We're just going to make sure this dream is worth not remembering!"

Not remembering? Surely she misspoke, but as the sensations and movements suddenly grew more vigorous, some vague part of his mind realized that he was feeling tiny hands and tongues...and the sensation was definitely intensifying. He could feel his dick was rock hard, even though he hadn't felt all that horny...

"Well, that look on your face is certainly what I want to see! Why don't you just focus on me, take a close look at every part of me. I'm the show, they're just the helping hands. Let the pleasure flow through you, around you, over you..."

With every word she said, he could feel it...he wanted to stare, to watch as she slowly moved her hands up and down her own body. She was practically dancing, her feet moving as if the air beneath her was solid ground. All the while, the sensations he felt were just out of sight, ever increasing...The dream getting ever more vibrant...

Vivian, meanwhile, was deep in her own dream. The pixies had been playing with her, leading her around this dreamlike glade tittering and laughing as she stopped to examine the beautiful, hazy dream. They had lead her slowly towards the central tree, larger and even more out of place here in the world of dreams. As they got close to the base of the tree, they pushed her between two large roots, where a soft bed of grass lay in front of a relatively bare, flat area of the tree.

"Well, miss, we have a game for you! A dream game, so there's no harm, we promise! Anything that happens here is all in your head!"

The voice belonged to the pixie she thought of as the pixie in charge, a shapely pixie with a bright, entrancing voice. Vivian had been subject to many strange dreams, her training having included some training on dreams and dream magic, but she was having some difficulty recalling those lessons. Part of her felt that was important, somehow integral to what was happening, but it was just a dream. She could worry about that when she woke up...

"Well, here are the rules! We're going to give you a toy to play with, and you're going to know exactly what to do with it! The game is, you have to complete your task quickly, but you don't get to know what it is until after the game starts! If you finish fast, you'll wake up! If you finish_slow_, you'll still wake up, but we get to talk to you for a bit first! See, easy, right?"

Some part of her mind understood there was still some kind of risk involved, some kind of danger...but it was a fleeting feeling. What was the harm?

She smirked and said "Okay. I'll play your game. It's just a dream right? What's the worst that could happen."

The pixie giggled, and called some of the others over as the started to put their hands on the trunk of the tree, shaping the wood through some kind of magic. It took only a few seconds for Vivian to realize the general shape, as the pixie started talking again.

"Okay, here's your task! We're going to craft a lovely cock for you here. As real as you can imagine! You're going to use your mouth, and try to make it cum as fast as you can. We want you to win, so we'll help you a bit too!"

Vivian cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, her natural cynicism bleeding through even here, but then she got down on to her knees in front of the cock taking form in front of her. It was larger than any she had ever tried to do this with before, and when the pixies started to finish she noted the general shape was more horse

like than human. She remembered when she used to hang out with a few of the cowmen, or minotaurs, and this looked strikingly familiar to that. A part of her had always wondered...

She leaned forward, the pixies finishing their magic as it took on a decidedly fleshy look, all trace of wood gone. It looked real, half

hard already, and somehow supernaturally enticing. She didn't even hesitate to wrap her hands around it, beginning to get it ready for a task she was pretty sure she was going to enjoy...

Chester was on edge, physically and metaphorically. The ramping pleasure and physical sensation was causing him to occasionally have moments of sharp clarity, moments where he wanted to try to look around, grasp for details he didn't fully understand...and then the pixies would slow down, the one in front of him dancing slower, more methodically. His mind would quiet, the dream becoming hazy once more. Each time, the cycle seemed to come faster and faster, highs and lows repeating more rapidly.

"Well, here's a question...we like choices. No one should ever not have a choice! But right now, you're just kind of stuck here...so, let me make you an offer. Either we can finish things, and you can wake up, exactly as you are now...or we can take things more slowly and wake you up in a little longer. Here's the catch! If you want to go now, you have to let us have something important to you, you don't get to choose. If you go later, we won't take anything! In fact, we'll give you a gift! What do you think?"

His mind was hazy, and was having difficulty properly figuring out which to choose. It was just a dream, after all, what did it matter...In a way, he was just choosing if he wanted to keep dreaming. If he wanted to keep resting. He was tired, after all...

"I guess...I can stay bit longer. I choose the slower option..."

"Very good, okay! Come on, everyone, let's make sure he _enjoys_his choice!"

With that, the pace of movement increased, the pixie's dance becoming more charged and energetic, each movement more enticing than the last. Still, they didn't build up all the way, the ebb and flow of pleasure cycling back and forth...his muscles beginning to twitch slightly each time they approached the peak...

Vivian was hard at work, although it could hardly be called that. She enjoyed this, loved this. She didn't even care about the game anymore, her whole world was centered around this cock. The pixies occasionally flitted about her face, whispering in her ear, encouraging her. They talked about how much she loved this, how much she adored this cock, and how much she was obsessed with the idea of doing this. They were right.

In the depths of her mind, a part of her remembered why enchantment was so dangerous. Making someone do something they didn't want to do was hard, impossible even, but making someone _want_something, especially something some part of them already wanted...that was easy, with a little magic. And powerful, if used cleverly.

Of course, she wasn't worried. This was something she had _always_wanted. From the moment she had caught a glimpse, the moment the idea had entered her head, this giant cock was the thing she wanted most in the world. Oh, how she wished she was better at this, how she thought about ways she could practice, she could improve...

And then it happened. It tensed, the veins throbbing, every bit as real as if there was really a minotaur right in front of her, staring down at her face as she worshiped at her altar, ready to receive a blessing...the taste was salty, musky, each throb causing her to believe it was too much, that she wasn't prepared, but she pushed through. It was a dream, after all, and if this is what she wanted, anything was possible! So she swallowed every drop, reveling in the sensation, as the pixie who had proposed the game fluttered in front of her, hovering just above the cock still between her lips.

"Well, you did it! I mean, you didn't win, that wasn't _nearly_fast enough. You've been here for almost ten minutes! I was thinking like, five tops for an expert cocksucker. Clearly you need some help in that department, but that's great, because we can help you! And now, we have a little bit longer with you..."

With that, the cock still between her lips, the giggling pixies surrounded her with words and sounds...

Chester was exhausted, his body sore from the constant tensing of muscles, the thrashing and movement caused by each rush of pleasure. It just didn't end! Had it been minutes, hours? He had never felt this aroused before, never this on edge. When the pixies stopped, the sensation suddenly gone, it felt like being dipped in ice water. He didn't even realize how heavily he was breathing until the air was suddenly quiet.

The pixie in front of his face, who had been dancing this whole time, always watching the expressions on his face with a playful smile, started to speak again.

"Well done! And we did promise a gift, and we do keep our promises. Well, you won't remember this, not one bit, but...we're going to give you a precious gift, one everyone should be jealous of! How would you like to always be ready? Always be prepared?"

The idea had some merit, he thought. In his hazy mind, he thought of ambushes and sudden attacks, surprise feints and disastrous happenstance...

"Well, then this will be great! From now on, you'll always be ready to go! Whether it's your first time, sixth time, or even one hundredth, you'll still be just as lusty as before! Isn't that great?"

Concern washed across Chester's face as she finished, details blurring as he felt a warm pleasant magic wash through him. As it did, the details of the area around him faded ever further, his thoughts scattering, failing to hold on to what it was he was trying to remember...

When the loud sound of tinkling bells erupted in the clearing, Karla and Ciera both nearly shouted in shock. They looked around, trying to find their companions, only to see them both sleeping soundly.

"Must have been tired, I guess those bells were a spell Vivian used."

"Yeah, I'm sure we're all tired..."

They were both exhausted, sore, and more than a little disheveled. As their sleeping companions started to wake, they seemed groggy and half

asleep.

"W-What is that...Oh, the alarms. Man, we'd have been in real trouble if you were an enemy." Chester said, shaking his head as he tried to clear his mind.

Vivian yawned, stretching. "Well, now we know. Maybe we should only use that spell in addition to having someone on watch. Did you two have fun?"

Ciera and Karla both avoided her gaze as she smirked at them.

"It's still not entirely out of her system, but she can probably sleep it off. Chester, you should gather as much of that stuff as you can. I mean, rub some on a few crossbow bolts, or on our weapons, and we'll have a huge advantage. Me and Ciera need to rest, so I'm sorry to make you guys take care of watch again, but...it's been a busy few days."

Both Chester and Vivian nodded, starting to go about their business of preparing food for the night and taking care of camp. Chester felt a little...off. More distracted than usual. It may have been his contact with the sap, he should probably gather that stuff with gloves on. He could feel the slight flush of arousal, just the barest hint, but it didn't seem to be receding. Still, it wasn't dangerous, so what was there to worry about. Vivian seemed a little distracted as well, daydreaming a bit more often than usual, but that wasn't all that unusual for her either.

Either way, he'd be glad to leave this area of the forest. It seemed...dangerous. He didn't know why, but his instincts had never lead him wrong before. Maybe this would be a good night to use a little more protective magic than just alarms...Ciera knew some warding spells that might keep any fey or beasts away. That would have to be enough tonight.