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Fruct had come back home after an eventful journey in Dewclaw. She had sought interesting things and had come back with a variety of useful things. After dropping her bags in the kitchen, she headed deeper into her home until she got to her room. A single window allowed filtered sunlight to pour through the greenery of a vine growing from her herb garden. She walked to the plant and gave one of the leaves a kiss before falling onto her bed with a sigh. It was fun to travel, it was exciting, but it was also nice to just be back in a familiar place with her cheek resting in the softness of her own pillow instead of a hotel. Thinking about her trip brought a fluster to her cheeks as she remembered the fox shopkeeper and his sugar, along with the deal she made to get the sugar for free. Fruct buried her into her pillow just a bit harder as the memories of her being bent over and taken flooded through her. At the end of those sweet memories laid a very important detail; she had planned on making something with the sugar almost as soon as she had come home. She lifted her chin from her pillow and hummed, thinking about it. Sleep seemed like the best idea after a long trip but those memories were making it rather difficult to think about other things. With all the bubbling warmth and energy still inside of her, she could think of no other better thing to do than to make good on her original goal that she had thought of when departing the store. Fruct was going to make some post-sex flan. She pushed herself up and off the bed with a snort at her mentally titled confection. Truthfully, she could bake any number of things but she had a soft spot for flan, that and she was curious about how the special sugar would affect the taste of the caramel in particular. With a hum, Fruct headed off to the kitchen with a smile on her face and a flush still fresh on her cheeks.

The kitchen was the star of the show in her home, for the most part. There was a good stove set against the wall with a countertop nearby containing a variety of pans and other tools hung above on a wall. There were cabinets full of spice along with a bar top separating the kitchen from the living room so she could always have the scent of what she was doing nearby. It made it easy to lounge and watch TV when the only thing she had to do was wait. She stepped into the kitchen to sort the bags she had left there, taking the sugar out and setting it near the stove with a big smile before putting away everything else. Among the items that she had gotten from the Dewclaw markets, was a heat-resistant apron that removed the need for oven mitts. The enchantment was typically more common on blacksmith apparel but she imagined that it would be just as useful for baking. She opened the bag of sugar next and found herself glancing at little crystalized stars. As curious as she was about the shape, she was more curious about the taste. Fruct took a bit of the sugar on her digit and brought it to her mouth to taste, blinking as she found herself tasting a sort of smoky sweetness that was more rich than it was sugary.

After that one taste, her curiosity rose to new heights and she got to work immediately. First came the milk, the creams, and what she was going to use for the flan itself. She worked diligently while mixing ingredients and while she did so, she had sugar on the stovetop in a saucepan to make caramel. It didn't take before the entire kitchen had the scent of cooking sugar in it. Soon enough, Fruct had a container dressed with caramel and filled with the flan mixture she had made ready for the oven that had just beeped to let her know it was ready. When she opened the oven, the steam coming out of it didn't bother her a bit thanks to the apron. Gingerly, she set the container holding all the ingredients at the center of the rack and beamed. She kissed the top of her hand and waved the flan goodbye before closing the oven door and standing, hands at her hips.

With that done, all she had to do now was wait. She drifted over to the living room after setting her timer while humming to herself. Part of her still acknowledged the fact that she was tired, but she was far too excited now about the sugar to even think about going to sleep. What interesting effects would it have on the flan, how would it taste, could she then use the sugar in other treats to sell? It was all far too exciting for her, but as her body reclined against the back of the couch, she yawned aloud and closed her eyes. Perhaps she was just a bit tired, just a little bit. Fruct's eyes remained closed as she began to dream of flan, and cock.

She woke up later to the sound of the alarm. A line of drool trailed down her mouth as her eyes cracked open slowly. She stood up with a yawn, stretching wide while she tried to shake off ambient thoughts of lustful dreams and confections. Wait, confections? Suddenly, the sound of the alarm buzzing was much more salient, much more real to the point where she gasped, hiccuped, and attempted to hop over the couch. She fell on her face before getting up, cursing quietly over and over again while she rushed into the kitchen. Fruct stopped the alarm and popped open the oven to check on the mixture. It had solidified perfectly and when she put a toothpick through it, none of it stuck. With a big smile, she clasped the container and brought it onto a cutting board to let it start cooling. She was almost tempted to bite into it right there and then but instead she waited.

This time, she did not fall asleep and instead remained in the kitchen diligently before flipping the container over a plate with raised edges. The flan slipped out with a rich golden white color encompassing the body and an amber caramel over the top. It looked fantastic! She could almost smell how rich it was but, there was something strange with the flan. It kept on jiggling from side to side and it also seemed to be growing. Fruct took a step back and scratched at her ear with one digit as she watched it carefully to confirm that it wasn't her imagination. It was indeed growing and odder than that was the fact that it had seemed to sprout two glowing eyes just under the caramel top. Her hands went down to her side as she looked up at the blinking flan. It stopped jiggling and stopped growing after it had just outgrown the plate, two sticky tendrils spawning from its side to come up and wave at her. Tilting her head, she waved back at it while wondering how she was going to get back at that damnable fox.

Fruct had some sort of living flan on her hands. While this world was full of magic, she had not quite seen something like this and had just been sleeping. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming and once she found that she was not, she sighed and scratched her head. What was she going to do with this thing? It stared at her with large glowing eyes, its odd tendrils wiggled and seemed to sway from side to side rather rhythmically. Fruct had been looking forward to a bite of flan but she wasn't quite sure she could justify biting into this thing. While she didn't know if it could feel anything, she was most certain that it was alive and something that was alive could most likely feel too. Philosophical quandaries aside, she was at least somewhat curious about the invader. She took a step to the bowl and the creature reacted by extending a tendril. Perhaps, it was friendly? One digit came up to meet the living flan's tendril and she smiled. It was oddly warm to touch but it wasn't hot. She had made sure to let it cool properly before turning it over and it seemed at least that was a success. When she pulled her finger away, she placed it in her mouth and tasted for a bit. The flavor was just as good as she had imagined, but oddly enough, she felt a little funny. It was like the sweetness was touching her mind. Ah well, it was probably just the fact that she was still groggy.

With a huff, Fruct pointed toward the creature and spoke, "All right. So, since I made you I guess that means I control you! At least, I think that's how magic nonsense like this usually works. Anyway! Can you talk?"

The flan jiggled in response but said nothing.

She rubbed her chin and tilted her head, "Do you have a purpose? Is there something that you were meant to do once you were mixed with a confection?"

This time, the odd creature's eyes seemed to glow just a bit brighter and its top half seemed to nod.

Communication of some sort, finally! With a smile, she asked, "So, were you meant to help me out in the kitchen?" The creature did not respond, "Were you meant to be a pest in the kitchen?" It did not respond again, "Huh...Were you meant to be eaten?" Again the creature simply did not respond. With a sigh, she crossed her arms and tapped her hoof until she said aloud, "Okay, then how about you show me what you are supposed to do!"

Again, the flan's eyes glowed bright and it began to grow more tendrils from its golden body. She blinked as she saw each of those slender things approaching. There was a distinct feeling building up inside of her that this creature did not have the most innocent intentions. The tendrils wrapped around her all at once, her arms, legs, and body seized before she was brought up as if she were nothing more than a ragdoll. She yelped and squirmed trying to figure out whether to be freaked out or to be entertained. Yes, this was very frightening because the creature was something she had never seen before with an unknown purpose, but also she doubted that the fox would sell assassin sugar.

One tendril sprouted from the center of the flan, floating just above her face making her wonder what was about to happen. When nothing did, she opened her mouth and spoke, "Listen, if you've got any funny ideas then maybe we should talk it out. I know that you don't really talk but I mean, you could probably help me figure out a way to contact the jerk that sold me the sugar that made you. Furthermore--"

That gooey tendril pushed into her mouth and slid against her tongue, dipping further than that and into her throat. Her eyes grew wide, her cheeks flushed with color both from irritation and embarrassment at having such a phallic thing in her mouth. The irritation very soon began to fade as the sweetness touched her tongue. It was a rich flavor that curled around her tongue and then rose into her mind. She was still somewhat annoyed at this odd creature, but there were other things, other feelings boiling within her that swallowed the anger. Out the tendril came with a wet pop as her mind kept on growing warmer.

She breathed out a quiet curse for the fox as her body was repositioned. Her back faced the creature as its tendrils curled around her thighs, squeezing before spreading her apart. Fruct still had enough of her mind to wonder what the creature was doing and why. Her apron was tugged at until it managed to pull it off and toss it to the side. Now nude, she perhaps realized that the fox had sold her something with a bit of sexual deviance in mind. Would he have explained what this would do if she had paid? Or perhaps he was just the type who enjoyed tricking others. Regardless, she really was going to have to go back to tell him off, and to maybe strike another deal if this went well.

The satyr's legs were drawn up by the ankles, legs spread wide to show her most sensitive parts. She already found her arousal twitching and firm, but it wasn't the sweet warmth flowing in her head. Instead, her interests were in the possibilities boiling through her. Was that sweet warmth lowering her inhibitions? Well, maybe, but Fruct was naturally interested in what this odd creature had to offer whether it was dangerous or not. In the position she was being held in, she could only imagine what was going to happen, her mind wandering to different little places that reminded her of the way she had acquired the sugar in the first place. The event had held a tinge of mystery and quiet danger, especially when the shopkeeper had begun treating her like a piece of meat.

While her mind was rolling back to previous encounters shuddering down her body, several tendrils appeared between her legs and within her sight. They twisted together and formed one very large tentacle of golden flan dripping at the tip. She blinked and opened her mouth to ask what the creature thought it was going to do with that, but her mouth was soon stuffed with another tendril making it rather difficult to voice any complaint. It slapped onto her belly as if to show her just how big it was before sliding downward slowly, the mixture of cool, warm, and sticky making her shiver as the sweet heat within her mind continued growing with every taste of that rich treat in her mouth. Her body was restrained tight enough that she couldn't even tug against the creature's pull, her legs remaining hiked up and spread as the tendril slid over her rear and prodded at her puckered hole near her tail. Fruct's eyes grew wider as she realized that it wanted her ass but it was hard to stage a protest with something in her mouth and an odd warmth enveloping her mind distracting her.

Sticky warmth began prodding at her rear, poking and pushing at the hole, twisting and teasing against it until it popped inside much to her surprise. She yelped around the tendril in her mouth as she felt her ass get stretched wide, but more surprising than that was the lack of pain. There was still a sort of dull beating at the back of her mind that let her know that she was sore, but the sudden penetration had brought on sparks in her mind that registered as pleasure. The tendril pushed against her, shoving and attempting to slide in deeper but the movements only served to rock her back and forth as her insides refused to give purchase. Fruct groaned around the flan in her mouth, sighed and whimpered as she tried to register all the new sensations hitting her at once before suddenly, pressure struck her like a hammer. Her rear's inner walls were stretched wide and her gut suddenly became just a bit fatter as the tendril slammed inside of her deep enough to make her feel full. She wanted to curse aloud but all she could do was let out muffled moans. The intensity of the tainted sugar being pressed onto her tongue brought her a wild set of sweet thoughts that had her floating despite the fact that her rear had been split and her body itself had been stretched.

Pain simply wasn't registering, wasn't even on her mind as the tendril began to slide out only to slam back inside. The motion was repeated over and over again as her throat was invaded in much the same manner. It almost felt like she was riding on a sugar rush but hazier. Those sparks that had occurred in her mind kept on appearing with every movement of the tendril in her rear twisting and twining inside of her. The mounting pressure within her as well made it difficult to resist letting loose and so she gasped and groaned, her meager shaft bouncing as it spilled seed along her belly and up to her chest. The tendril did not stop slamming inside of her, did not stop twisting and digging in deeper and deeper.

Whatever compelled the creature to move gave it a new idea. The thrusting slowed down, her insides getting a moment of rest before getting tugged on as the sticky tendril inside of her began to slide out. She trembled at the feeling, groaning around the tendril still pushing into her throat before she gasped as a wet popped sounded off marking the exit of that thick thing from her ass. Her legs and hips were dragged up and her world turned upside down. Both of her ankles were spread even wider and she had a direct line of sight to the massive thing about to slam inside of her. The tendril in her mouth slid out of her throat and away from her lips to curl around her neck. It didn't squeeze her, didn't attempt to do anything but rest against her neck as she watched the golden tentacle poised above her. At the moment, the complaints she had before were all gone in a haze of sugar and pleasure that kept on registering in her mind as sparking sweetness.

The tendril drove itself down and back inside of her rear. This time, the sudden penetration did not surprise her. Fruct even marveled at the sight of the tendril slamming inside of her, stretching her insides. It ground against her senses, adding a fresh wave of pressure to the sugar high she was experiencing. The world seemed just a bit more vibrant, her heart thumping against her chest faster and faster as the creature increased the tempo. She groaned aloud, no longer muffled by anything. Both of her arms had been freed allowing one to move so she could grasp onto her member and tug on it again while wondering when this splendor would possibly end. Each thrust seemed to go at a harder pace, the tendril deep within her throbbing. She swore it felt like the flan in her rear was swelling, growing thicker with every movement. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the creature itself was pulsing. She could only assume that the living flan was almost done with her but she had no clue what that meant? Would it fill her up to the brim? Would it keep going until it simply broke apart? She had no clue and that was the exciting part!

That wild intensity with which the tendril slammed down into her ass with, the pulsing threatening something new on the horizon, and the pressure budding inside of her encouraged her hand to move faster to pump her shaft. Her eyes were practically stars at this point with the high that was running its course along her entire form and spirit. Just a bit more and she would reach her climax but she wanted to hold out, hold out to see what was going to happen. She kept the pressure building, kept it rising deep inside of her while a line of drool fell from her mouth. She tried to keep her maw shut, her teeth clenched together but had to open wide to gasp and sigh with a crooked grin lining her features. Fruct could hold out, could make sure that she could handle it but the sugar rush at the back of her mind was making it rather difficult to think about anything but full pleasure and getting off as soon as possible. Even still, she managed to hold herself back to let the tendril pound her as hard as it could, her hand moving in tandem with the flan's movements. At this point, she began cursing aloud, and began telling the flan to give it to her more. Perhaps the creature could understand her because every tendril around her body tightened and the thick one inside of her rear began pushing deeper than she thought possible. A spark of pain flew at the side of her existence but it was nothing compared to the bursting pleasure shocking her system. Her hips were doing their best to try and thrust against her hand, to push herself up further to the creature's tendril breeding her. She wanted more and more, her greed and desire building as she kept on pumping. The heat in her mind and the pressure in her gut swirled together at her core to make something she couldn't quite stop. Her heart rate was already thumping at her chest like a wild drum. Warm pre dripped from the tip of her twitching shaft as she desperately wanted to get off but didn't allow herself to savor the pressure.

That desire to hold back, that self-made shackle was soon broken, destroyed as she felt her insides suddenly get flooded. Her mouth opened in a loud gasp, her body tensing as the tendrils around her tightened a bit harder. Her own orgasm struck her just as hard, cock twitching violently as her seed poured down onto her face in a thicker amount than before. She felt sticky and full of a pleasure that refused to stop. Eventually, the tendril stopped producing more of the heated liquid that was making her fat. It lowered her to the ground and there she laid in a sticky pool while panting. The rush of sugar that had been curling inside of her mind began to fade and her vision began to blur, eyes shutting tight while she breathed out her pleasure.

Fruct opened her eyes and sat up with a start. Her head was clear and she looked around wondering what had happened? She looked up at the counter to see that the large flan was now simply the size she had intended without any tendrils. Her body still felt rather bloated, but she didn't feel any pain. Fruct knew it definitely hadn't been a dream, mostly because there was a sticky pool of some sort of sugary cum underneath her. With a sigh, she got up and found that she felt oddly energized. Not overly hyper, but it felt as if she had woken up after a goodnight's sleep despite only having been out for what the clock near her oven said was about an hour. She stretched and hummed, heading over to the bag of sugar to stare at it with an accusatory glance. Grabbing the offending bag, she rolled up the top she had opened and got a clamp from her cabinet to seal it before placing it gingerly in her pantry. While it hadn't been expected, she would absolutely love to use it again sometime. Now then, the matter of cleaning up. She started with the kitchen, more annoyed about the mess than the surprise. Fruct found herself in the shower after cleaning the kitchen, the warm water pouring over her as she smiled up at the showerhead with her eyes closed. She had her own tricks to play too, her own little concoctions full of mischief that she could meet the fox with. At the same time, part of her was curious about what other things she could get from the fox with similar effects, or better yet, perhaps she could ask him to keep it a mystery. Those mysteries made things like this all the more sweeter with just a hint of the rich spice of danger.