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Chapter 1: A Jack of Some Trades

"You know the drill by now missy. You work off your dues and I'll let you decide on the jobs you take after the fact. 'Sides, whoever posted this job asked for you by name, and put a pretty tidy sum on the table for it." The one-eyed Wolf looked down on Kirsty from across the counter. The cat huffed as she glared back with crossed arms. Her fur rustled up with discontent.

"Yeah yeah, but did it have to be that forest? The place gives me the creeps. Lots of rumors out there about the awful things the wildlife will do to you if you stay too long." Kirsty took the slip detailing her objective off the bar counter, as she rounded up her pride. The small feline's frame leaning to the side as her black fur rustled up in frustration. Her lime eyes staring up at the wolf, that was easily twice her diminutive height.

"Then it sounds to me like you oughta make it quick! Best you not become some beastie's lunch. I make plenty of money with you around." The wolf laughed at her. That penchant for sarcasm only serves to sour the cat's mood more. "Oh, and if it'll motivate ya, the guy who went and put the job up isn't just offering a nice reward either, he's offering to hire you if you prove useful. That's your big ticket out of this place if I ever heard it! 'Bout time a kid like you got out into the world, and made use of what I taught you!"

The cat paused upon hearing that, and looked down at the note. "They did? Hold on... who even is the client? I can't read this." The name scrawled on the form indeed appeared to have an elegant way about it, yet they seemed illegible regardless. Still... Kirsty couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen the language before. As if something of a proper name was on the tip of her tongue, yet she just couldn't nail it down.

"No idea. Guy walked in while the place was dead empty, gave me the job, told me what I needed to know, and vanished the moment he was out the door, as if into thin air. Wore some weird lookin' mask too..." The barkeep scratched his head as he thought his mightiest think, and shrugged it off.

"Sedge, you are a real jackass, you know that? Could've at least asked for his name."

"Ey now! It slipped my mind is all! Have a little patience with yer elders kid!" He grinned with all the enthusiasm to say that he took that Jackass part as a compliment, and quickly shooed the cat out, setting her on her way to get the job done. Dropping off an advance payment of a solid 50 gold, which she tucked away for now, as her pack and supplies were already at her side.

Hitting the road nice and early in the morning meant for smaller likelihood that she would be stuck in the forest when night hit. All the better for her in the end. The clear grasslands felt as pleasant as ever, yet Kirsty still could not shake the feeling that something about this was amiss. Who on earth could possibly know her by name from outside the village? What do they know about her? What if this is all some prank... or worse? Still, she wouldn't want to turn down a job. Not when Sedge was involved. Old war vet he may be, but he's still a kind soul. Gave her a place to stay, taught her his trade, or at least what he could of it. She owed him a lot. Her life even in the eyes of some. The uphill hike had come just round the corner, and along the way, as the cat remained alone with her thoughts, she ascended to the apex. Quickly her view was greeted with the vast forest treetops, dotted and interwoven with mysterious ancient ruins throughout. Her destination was nigh. The Everwood. A place poorly documented and widely feared. Stranger still that the mystery employer would have a well detailed map of the forest paths. It's true that some travelers were known to use the place long ago. But since then, many mysterious beasts and other unruly entities have appeared throughout. Old trade routes were lost, and now only brave adventurers, clever bandits, and foolish thieves would dare set foot into this place and expect to leave it unscathed. As ever, the feline's inner senses were tingling. Any who had some degree of a sixth sense would notice. Something about the forest felt off... almost as though someone or something has made this place it's home. Something dangerous.

The cat opened the map, swallowed her pride and fear once more, and embarked. Setting foot inside this forest was far from frightening. It looked and felt as normal as any other. Animals scattered about behave as they always would in any other forest on any other day. But you always knew something of misfortune was bound to happen sooner or later here. It's as if the place was alive. As if the forest itself wanted to stop you. To keep you away, or even keep you inside once you knew too much. Kirsty staved off her fear, and kept moving, following the guidance of the map, the marked paths that remain, and landmarks to guide her.

Only a few hours into the forest and Kirsty's progress slowed to a crawl. The former path marked on the map had become rife with underbrush. Fortunate for her dexterity, struggling through the brushwork proved not to be a significant challenge. She managed to travel a solid way through, at least fifty feet in all, with no exceptional struggle. Or so she thought... Shortly after making her exit from the patch of brush, she barely caught the sudden lash of a vine from the corner of her eye, and narrowly tossed herself aside, bumping against a tree as the lashing whip of the vine swung past her. The bristly vine adorned at its tip with sharp, claw-like leaves slowly recoiled. It raised itself up, lumbering towards her in almost a snake-like draw slowly. Preparing to strike again, as it coiled itself once more. She knew what the thing was. An assassin vine, well known for restraining anything it can. This one was smaller though, likely not full grown. The creature snapped like a whip at her again, but too predictably so. She pulled back as it lashed against a tree, leaving marks in the bark. Kirsty turned face, and drew a dagger from her hip holster. Swiping quickly and cleanly at the vine. But the vine whipped back! Scoring a clean blow against her shoulder! It tore at the padded clothing she wore for protection, not breaking through, but with enough power to leave her arm stinging. It knocked her aside as well, with such force that it left her winded for a moment as she recovered. Realizing the fight was definitely not in her favor, she regathered herself, clutching the map tight in her free hand. Quickly, she picked herself up, using the fortunate feline frame she was gifted with, and sprinted full on with all fours. Bailing out fast as her limbs could manage. She didn't look back, nor did the vine have time to snap at her again. But she quickly learned her lesson. This forest was as dangerous as they say.

By the time she stopped her scramble, it was mid day. Kirsty stopped by a stream bank, land marked on the map, now dirtied by dirt, mud, and foliage from her haphazard flight. Cleaning the parchment best she could, she settled back briefly, and removed her pack. Setting it near some rocks, she looked around her, assuring that nobody was around... before scoffing at herself. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched. Ever since she entered the forest, the thought has been in her mind. For now, her decision was to assume nobody was here. After all... why would there be anyone but her? Thus, she slipped off her padded armor, and soon after, the top portion of her clothes. Her arm tucking beneath her bust, and grasping at her right bicep. She tilted and skimmed, noting the bristle of her fur to indicate swelling. She touched it, confirming her suspicion. Lacking any other option, she decided to try using the cool stream water to help relieve the pain somewhat. Cupping a bit and splashing it over her black fur a few times. The pain subsided somewhat, and she slipped back into her clothes and armor. The sun is at its peak in the sky now, and her job still awaits. Yet again, she picks up her belongings, and that ominous feeling that she's being watched comes back more so than before. But before it can haunt her further, she makes her move. And carries on, now towards an old ruin. One of many that dot the forest landscape.

The forest remained calm as ever. A calmness the cat welcomed indeed, but one that remained ominous nonetheless. Each step through the forest and it's gentle flat pathways made for a tension that brought the feline's fur to a bristle. Least of all did she want another chance encounter with a killer plant, thus she opted to stick to clearer paths. Even with the map, that was easier said than done. Some roads didn't match up, some were over grown, and some show clearings where large trees now dot the scape. It was as if the map was older than the modern forest. But then... what of the ruins? They must be older than that, one could only assume.

Kirsty's venture inside was not hampered. It seemed that good luck had graced her. Even the interior was mostly empty. Quite large at that. The ceiling had long since caved in much of the ruin, and sunlight beamed down throughout. The calm felt too calm even. Like a storm simply had to be brewing on the horizon. And yet, the cat, blinded by greed as per the usual, with a job soon to be well done, with only minor casualties at that, she made her way to the central chamber, where the target of her task awaited. And there it was. Like a five course meal on a silver platter. The necklace the client wanted. What for? She couldn't say. It certainly wasn't laid out. Had she actually perused the document she was given, she would've seen that the client plainly stated that she would know what was so important about it the minute she laid hands on the thing. It floated in the air, suspended by some manner of magic. You could even hear the hum of it, almost as though the sun beamed it's rays down to spotlight it as the star of the stage. Her paws wrap around it's golden chain, and as if on instinct. She puts it on. Feeling as though she was just meant to wear it. As if it were always meant to be hers. Something surged within her. A boon of confidence, unlike any she felt before. And quickly, her fingers play with the charm of the necklace, a strange clover-like shape, with an emerald jewel on its uppermost "petal." Her mind further at ease now, she turns away from the former task, and heads on towards the entrance.

But then she noticed something. What sounded like a sudden drop of water hitting the floor. At first she passed it off, and moved on towards the door. But then another, then another, louder and more prominent. When she turned back to look and see what the noise was, she would spy a large blob of a thing. It shifted and jiggled back and forth with a gelatinous consistency. Kirsty took a step or two back from the creature, before realizing that something had stopped her from making an exit. A strange feeling compelled her body away from the doorway. And turning back, she realized there was no longer a way out. The doorway had become veiled in some manner of force field. Assuming it to be a trap, designed to catch thieves, she pulled off the necklace and tried to chuck it back at the pedestal, but as swiftly as it left her paws, it reappeared around her neck. Realizing the mess she was in, the cat tried to determine a plan. And that's when she caught sight of it, at the far corner of the room... just past the gel creature, was a portion where the cave-in of the ceiling created a ramp she could try to escape through. Deciding. This was do or die time, she pulled free her dagger, and readied herself for a fight, and a chance to escape.

Kirsty quickly attempted to dart past the creature, and although the creature was slow, it still seemed to have keen enough reflexes. It shifted itself, squashing and stretching in such a way that it could intercept her path. Despite her reflexes, and her ability to dodge a tendril or two, the attempt to stop her proved successful. Changing not only its shape, but it's nature at will, it began to secrete a chemical that could burn away at her clothes, while the whiplash of being struck by the creature's appendages nearly knocked her completely out cold. She lacked strength to resist as the thing burned away more and more. The straps of her bag went first, dropping it and much of its contents on the floor, and her padded armor followed... her clothes soon after. The chemical stopped with such precision as to leave her nude, only her necklace and bare body remain. She surmised, struggling away that the creature must prefer its prey alive. Even as she struggled, she felt a tingling sensation run through her. Her body began to feel somewhat numb... she couldn't move! The creature could secrete an anesthetic agent too! She became more and more desperate as the thing drew her closer with its tendrils. "C-come on, I'm just a tiny little cat. Surely you couldn't possibly have reason to want to eat me. I wouldn't satisfy your appetite. At that moment, the necklace shimmered on her neck. And the blob seemed to respond in suit, giving some sort of short spasm. At first she didn't notice, aside from the thing halting. She thought maybe, just maybe the thing actually was listening, and so she spoke again. "I've got some rations in my bag that are probably far more nutritious..."

This time, as Kirsty spoke, she noticed the necklace shining this time. And with it, she realized her words and how they sounded, didn't match up with the words she thought she was speaking. They were otherworldly. Majestic, and strange. And the creature shook again. With a bubbling, squeaking sort of sound. She read into whatever the thing was communicating as well. "Not food. Play." The strange blue-ish goo seemed to say.

"Play? What do you mean play? Are you trying to hurt me?"

"No! No hurt! Play!" The gelatinous creature sounded out. Behaving more like a pet than a monster now.

"Okay? But... why are you holding me like this then? I'd like to be able to go back home soon..."

The cube responded by shifting its shape, and holding the feline aloft, restraining her arms against her sides as the nefarious thing demonstrated what it meant by "play." It tugged her ankles in either direction, as a tendril of the goo slipped its way on up between. Her nethers, now completely unguarded, cannot manage to protect themselves as the fluid nears. "Oh nonononono! This isn't what I was-"

Her words are cut off as a sudden jolt zips through her partially numb body, the tendril pushed its way right inside. No tact, no hesitation, just reckless abandon. The lash this time laced with another more viscous chemical. This one sends a distinctive tingle through her loins and up her spine, right to her head. She felt the overwhelming pleasure drive her to force out an unbridled moan. "Aaaahh... hah... normally... I p-prefer a little more foreplay..." her words are drowned out by another swift lash, that sends her body to an outright quiver. Her body spasms, as her inner walls squeeze and clamp around the firm fluid tendril. Gushing floods of her own. She felt herself shake, as that distinctive sensation overwhelmed her. Only two quick lashes did her in? Some manner of aphrodisiac must be at play now she thought to herself, somewhere in her mind, as she tried to recover from the impertinent shockwave forced throughout her being. The goo filled her out more and more as it began to expand and test the limits of her body... when yet another approached her face.

Kirsty couldn't contain herself, between moans and grunts, the thing had her beat. Slipping its next tendril past her lips, where she was met, not with an unpleasant taste, but quite a sublime one. Some manner of fruit cocktail she couldn't describe washed over her palette figuratively and literally in one go. That's when the next lash struck her, rushing through her in undeniable ways. She was still riding high off the first sudden climax as this next one came in full throttle, her inner ridges easily being overwhelmed as her inner muscles tried to fight back against her unruly invader. To little avail no less, as even her womb was not safe from the intruder, capable of shaping and warping itself as need demanded. The other explored her maw like a lover's tongue, between each plunge down the passage of her throat. Rustled about by the uncontrollable purr that forced from her body. Her mind swirling like a snow globe in a hurricane as she felt her body toss about to little avail. That was twice now, in such a short span. Things certainly did escalate quickly here.

Yet again, the thing smashed away into Kirsty, she braced for impact, but it did no good. Positively ravaged now, she came again. Her loins felt more and more numb by the second, yet she trembled in sheer ecstasy. Worldly matters escaped her now, as things took their turn. The goo added another trick to the game. She felt the "bindings" of the goo begin to flow currents against her, creating pressure against her lower belly, to reaffirm to her from the outside that this was very real, this was definitely happening. Pussy filled to the brim with the delightful sensations that couldn't be mimicked by any other creature. Her shoulders, hips, and the rest began to quiver, as the current flow created toyed around with her breasts. Toying, teasing, cupping, squeezing. A whole myriad of methods at play. She had to take it all in now, because she knew the next round wouldn't last long.

Two more strokes into her, fast, and heavy handed. The only way Kirsty's new acquaintance knew how to play it seemed. The next wave of pleasure hit equally as hard as the last, gushing into her before pulling back, only to repeat again. Her loins servicing the beastly ooze well. Maybe even too well, as the creature wound back, and prepared for the next, and possibly final phase of its onslaught. It jammed in full with both the tendril in her slit, and the one in her mouth, and at once, unleashed a bright, neon blue fluid into her. Her eyes open wide as she realized what the thing had just done. Wave upon wave hit, as the thing unleashed more and more into her. Shocked she even had room left, it gushed from her, splattered about on her muzzle, and flooded through her throat until it pushed from the corners of her lips, and bubbled it's way from her nose. Eyes lulled as the beast carried out its nefarious schemes, the cat thought for sure the thing was done... she even released yet another gushing wave mixed into its own. But oh how wrong she was.

The creature pulled back, but just before it could leave either passage, it crammed its tendrils into her jaws and cunt, full speed ahead. Whipping and lashing with bursts of the gooey cum splashing their way through her insides over and over, as she rode off wave after wave of incredible pleasure. She couldn't think. She wasn't even sure where she was, who she was, just... raw, unbridled sexual pleasure, flooding her mind as her eyes rolled back. More and more, the thing seemed to unleash its climax for what seemed like ages. Her body was freed as more tendrils slipped into her paws, up against her chest, and wherever else they could find, winding and mingling with her tail, grinding along her rump, busting out showers upon showers of that sweet bright blue juice. She barely remembered the rest. Just more and more cum. Being fucked so ruthlessly. Her face drenched with its cum, her rump suffering the same fate as her pussy gushed and oozed it's seed. It laid her gently upon the floor when all was said and done. Nightfall had come. She was a shuddering, shivering mess, laying in a pile of the goo's... goo. Deep sleep rolled over her, she couldn't manage one more moment in the waking world. Drifting into the realm of dreams...

That's it. Now you know your role in this little game. And with that, the show can really start. I wondered how long it would take to find you... but here you are. Sleep soundly tonight. Because the long road is just ahead. Explore your powers. Learn your truths. Find out what happened to the Sylverians. You're the only one who can.

Chapter one, end.