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Christine ( \oO.Oo/ )


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Brianna nods, and heads back to a door hidden in the Shrine, which Christine can be heard Locking after it closes as she moves to the front to look at the forest.

Her little fairy friend however was nowhere to be seen. That is until, with a loud cry, the grass erupted with motion, a seeming whirlwind of fairies, some baring flowers and seeds, others carrying lengths of vine, blaze towards her with her recently bottled friend in the center shouting at the top of her tiny lungs REVENGE!!!!

Whether they would actually hurt or, or even could, she doubted. But they were planning something, and moving fast.

Christine is under attack from a fairy horde!
 
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Christine bursts out laughing as she's attacked by the swarm - or was it murder? - of fairies. Half-curious about what they were planning, she resist more out of general principle, trying not to hurt the fairies and just focused on keeping her arms and legs free.
 
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Deciding, probably for the best, not to mass murder a bunch of tiny winged people, she just waited, resisting passively it seemed while they did... whatever they thought they were gonna do.

Fairy Horde!!! Nat 20 o_O
Christine!! ... ... 9.
WELL THEN!
Entangled 2. -2 to rolls.

Which was a pretty poor idea apparently as trying to keep her arms and legs free only lasted about 5 seconds before the sheer number of them outweighed her movements. Though she avoided them for that time, she soon felt several wrapping one of her wrists by flying around it quickly, only to have the arm in question yanked up into the air by maybe 6 of the little pixies, before she felt the same happen to one of her ankles.
The others were spreading the seeds around her, which had no immediate effect that she could see, but they stopped over them and started chanting. So she could probably Guess.
 
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Christine quickly stops laughing as her wrist is capture and swears under her breath as a loop goes around her ankle. Not wishing to see what the seeds would do, she quickly attempts to throw herself away from them and from the middle of the swarm.
 
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Entanglement 2. -2 to rolls.
Fairies 18.
Christine 19 -2. 17
Fairies 15
Christine. 8

Throwing her full weight into escaping the center of the swarm, she felt the little sprites holding her wrist flail angrily as she swung them out into the air, the knotted vine swinging from her wrist as she burst out of the swarm, only to have it fall on her again with a vengeance.

Having escaped one restraint, at least in part, she felt more then saw the buzzing of wings whirring around her other ankle, likewise knotting a long braided vine to it, both small groups trying desperately to bring her legs together by flying the vines out and starting to spin around her legs, working to trip her up and bring her down so she couldn't bring her full physical strength to bare.

She felt the vine on her wrist being taken up again, once more pulled out straight while they continued to concentrate on her legs, which were even know being insistently drawn together by the overlapping cyclone of fairies spinning around them, before a sharp pull brought her ankles fully together, the little bastards working to cinch them tightly while the fight continued.

Dem tiny negatives really hurt >_>
Christine. Entangled 3. May not take any action other then escape. -3 to rolls
 
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Christine quickly kicks out with both of her legs, bringing her free hand out to try and free them while flailing the fairies still attached to her wrist around.
 
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Fairies 1
Christine 9-3 6.
Fairies 10
Christine 11-2 9

Kicking both her legs out, she found the knot work and the vines impressive in all fairness, her ankles now bound tightly together, but her flailing arm brought the fairies attached to it swinging down into the ground, where they all fell off, dazed, and likely unable to keep fighting.

Laying on her front, her flailing arm now swinging a vine violently around the swarm, she felt it connect with another fairy and send it flipping through the air. Much to her pleasure, her little evil friend.

But again it was on step forward, and another back as her other hand, not swinging around desperately, was wrapped around and tightly knotted. If she could get free, she'd have no trouble getting the plantlife off her, but it seemed they were just as determined to make sure she didn't manage that.

Christine 5/5
Horde 4/6
Entangled 3.
 
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Christine flails wildly, trying to free herself, and rolls away, trying to get some breathing room.
 
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Rolls!
A Shitload! Confirmed by Spider.
End Result. Beaten by Navi and her motorcycle gang
The struggle continued, Christine continuing to try and get away as the swarm moved around her, always seeming to be everywhere, the knots in her restraints tight and requiring too much time to undo before another one was wrapped around her, or an old vine was picked back up and tugged. And the whole time she rolled and squirmed, and kicked in the grass, she didn't notice what those seeds that had been planted earlier had become.

Even now, as the fight seemed to come to a close, Christine finally losing when a vine was pulled around her chest, and then back through the bindings at her ankles, drawing her front down towards her knees, she couldn't see what was happening.

Both her wrists were now shackled, and the long leashes they were held on suddenly went slack as the fairies holding them flew passed each other, across her back, looping the vines through her elbows, and the band on her chest, before they snapped taut again, her wrists yanked to her elbows as her arms were folded behind her, fingers flexing while she twisted and kicked around uselessly, as the little bastards knotted her elbows off tightly and wound a second band across her chest, this time above her breasts, rather then below them, before coming back around, and using the trailing ends, now much shorter, to cinch both bands between her cleavage.

If she thought it was over, now trussed up tightly, she was wrong, as the fairies produced small knives, and proceeded to savage her clothing, while her original tormenter had returned, kicking her sharply in the nose every time she tried to summon flames or do anything else before blowing powder all over her. At which point Christine couldn't do ANYTHING with her powers. I'll say thank you for not burning us all alive. And move on with my day. Should have your magic back in an hour. Stick me in a fucking Jar. she said, hands on her hips. My name by the way, since you never asked. Is Kale. she said, before fluttering away. All of them left once her clothing had been reduced to tatters and pulled away. AND WE'LL FIX YOUR CLOTHES. She shouted from somewhere else.

Well... at least that was something. What was more troubling, was the deep rumbling and cracking sound that was forming up ahead back in front of the temple, Christine having a hard time looking up, but managing to catch a long thin shadow rising up, rustling in the grass reminding her of the seeds, before thicker, stronger, and entirely mobile on their own, vines started to reach for her.
 
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Swearing under her breath, Christine tries to calm down. This wouldn't be different from the other EGG experiences, right? Fuck that, she still wasn't going to just surrender. Starting to move from side to side as best as she can, she tries to gather momentum to roll away from whatever tentacle plant the fairies had planted.
 
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Christine only managed to roll onto her side, flopping uselessly into the ground, the lack of any real slack in the lines meaning she couldn't get the momentum she needed to make even a halfway passable escape attempt while she tried to tell herself this would be no different then other EGG experiences of her past.

She was mistaken.

Being scooped up like a neatly wrapped gift, the vines lifted her easily into the air, and drew her to what appeared to be an odd looking group of saplings that had grown together at the base, whatever magic the fairies had used intentionally shaping them all to suit their purpose involving Christine.

Most of the vines seemed to come from a large hole in the center of the creation, the trees twisting together to create something like a many armed stand or chair, even her pod, but the outer limbs seemed just as mobile as the vines that were now turning her in the air to look away, back out across the clearing. The Kitsune was pulled back inch by inch, before she felt her folded arms slipping into the mass of vines, and rather then wrap around her bound limbs, she could feel them growing into eachother, binding her back against the front of the plant as well as drawing the lines around her chest tighter, her legs held in front of her by the vines binding her ankles, before limbs wrapped around her legs and snapped the restraints, drawing her legs out wide and her knees to her chest, indeed, all the mobile vines now extending from directly behind her.

She was left suspended against the plant in front of the shrine, knees to her chest, legs spread, arms tightly bound behind her, and even her tail was lashed around and pulled back, leaving her completely helpless for anything that was coming, and looking up, she could see a single, solitary branch hanging far out above the rest. Her attention was drawn back to her obviously exposed hips when she felt a vine pressing and grinding along her folds, before another slid effortlessly into her ass, a thick heat starting to bloom from the penetration as whatever it had used to lubricate itself worked immediately on her nerves, raising her sensitivity as the warmth bled through her, her folds involuntarily slickening in response against the pressing vine at her petals, while a third was sliding around her front and up between her breasts towards her mouth, slipping up and down, using her tits to pleasure itself.

She didn't have to wait much longer for the vine below to fill her as well, pushing straight to her cervix with a single long, insistent thrust, while thin creepers slid around to either side of her jaw, working to press passed her lips and hook her mouth to open her wide for the tendril waiting between her tits.
 
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Christine continues struggling right to the point where the vines scoop her up before realizing the futility of it. "I knew I shouldn't have let the pest out." the kitsune mutters under her breath, trying not to squirm too hard and wincing as the vine binding her legs snaps in favor of the still living vines pulling her into a whorish position that extensively displayed her to anyone coming here, not that she thought anyone would. Of course, the worst was still coming...

Renewing her struggles, Christine tries to pull her legs back as she finds something slimy press against her folds, cursing the fairies out loud before letting out a yelp as another tentacle buries itself deep in her ass. "Hey! That hurt!" As third tentacle squeezes her tits together and pushes between them, Christine's resistance starts to fade. "Oh heEELLLLLLLLL!" the kitsune moans loudly as the first vine finally decides to fill her up, fitting in perfectly and reaching all the way to her cervix, leaving her mouth now vulnerable...
 
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The plant doesn't give an inch, and already Christine can see real wood growing out of the saplings to wrap around her legs, literally bonding her as tightly as it can to itself to both keep her captive, as well as break any remaining hope she had of escaping, a dark thought entering her mind that she might have a hard time getting loose even after her magic came back.

Moaning out into the air as the first tendril slid deep into her, the vines lurking around the edges of her mouth hooked over her bottom lip and teeth, holding her open lewdly for the tendril waiting to slide into her mouth, All three tendrils starting to twist and undulate, thrusting into her steadily from every direction as the wood continued to grow, soon covering Christine to the point that only her core was exposed, the vine thrusting into her mouth laying between her breasts while below they continued at their pace unhindered by anything, and seemingly infinitely patient. Such was the nature of a plant.

The vines that had opened her mouth along with her moan retreated, before wrapping over her chin, and under her nose, the space between filled with tiny creepers that grew towards eachother, soon covering her lower face in a tight, soft mesh, framing the tendril now pushing slightly deeper, the slick substance on all three making her body frighteningly sensitive. Even the smooth texture of the living wood that had wrapped around her folded legs setting her hair standing. But it wasn't done.

Her breasts were still widely unattended to, and the vine that had slithered up her front to claim her mouth was even now starting to sprout small vines of it's own, the thin tendrils stroking and teasing her nipples to hard points before wrapping tightly around them, each motion of the tendril fucking her mouth causing them to tug and pull on her tits while yet more continued to grow. Faster now as it seemed to draw on her clenching pussies nectar.

The tendril inside her depths was even now adjusting it's shape, trying to find the perfect size and shape to drive her truly wild with lust. And soon it had found it, conforming itself to enter and leave her perfectly, at it's depths filling her like nothing else ever had. And as it withdrew, several raised ridges rumbling along her clit.

As more tendrils grew and wrapped around her, she found even the free and displayed parts of her body being grown over, thin leaves and vines growing to mesh over every inch of open flesh if only to tickle her slightly, before what was left sitting, held tightly in the embrace of the plant, was a vaguely Christine like, squirming green shape, the sounds of her lust muffled by the tendril using her mouth, which was even now sending a burst of what could only be described as honey down her throat, feeding her something that was sweet, and likely full of any nutrients she might need, the plant taking good and proper care of it's meal while above her, if she watched, there was a tiny flash of light at the lone, overhanging branch resting above her, a flower bud forming, and starting to very slowly grow.
 
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Christine manages another yelp as the small tendrils slip into her mouth, holding it open for the big one to thrust deep enough to make her gag. Dimly aware that the tree continues to grow around her, she starts trying to struggle again, in vain of course. It doesn't help that all three tendrils start moving at the same time, the lower ones hitting all the right points while the last forces her to fellate it as she alternates between trying to moan and gag. As the small tendrils retreat from her mouth, she tries to bit the big one, not that it was of much use and immediately her face is covered with a mask that efficiently blocks further such attempts, holding her jaws in place while her mouth is ceaselessly raped. Then the plant starts playing with her nipples, causing the last remains of struggling to cease as Christine cums, losing control of her muscles while all her holes are shamelessly used. She cums again as she feels nectar sliding down her throat, her entire body begging for more punishment.
 
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Cumming and giving up on trying to free herself as the plant fed drug works on her body, making her want it even more then she thought was possible, Christine felt at the very least, her body starting to react if not her mind, her hips starting to roll as much as they could against the tendrils below, only helping them fuck her a little harder while the one raping her mouth continued to steadily feed her, though now it was in slight drops and drips, before she felt the vines convulse suddenly and Bath her insides with heat, lubricating her further and giving her another heavy dose of the aphrodisiac before returning to effortlessly sliding into her, Christine just a living food supply for the plant anymore.

Above her, the bud continued to slowly grow, getting slightly larger every time she came, and the vines showed no signs of slowing, stopping, or letting her go, the steady motions ensuring her nipples were tugged in perfect tandem with each thrust before the plant noticed her now rolling hips.

As if all of this simply wasn't enough, the mesh covering her front extended one final creeper, slipping around her peeking clit to cause each motion of her hips to send a raw burst of pleasure through her body as it was tugged, the plant now using her own motions of lust, and possible struggles against her. She knew in her mind that the moment she came again, and started to squirm and writhe, that the light tugging that was driving her closer to another orgasm would increase dramatically, causing her orgasm to go on and on...

There was nothing else to do now but take it, each motion, each jarring sensation of raw ecstasy that the plant was heaping onto her with every passing moment, time now being almost impossible to judge in any other way but counting her orgasms, and watching whatever was growing in response to each.

She had been beaten by her own mercy, and locked in this plant as part of it's lifecycle, likely for a very long time if she couldn't use her magic to escape. At the very least that full hour, which was ticking by as if time had slowed to a crawl.

her tail, which had been seized, but otherwise ignored, was pulled up to her side and held there, stopping it's occasional twitching and struggles, while her mask ceased growing. The plant almost seeming to want her to watch whatever was growing above her, to see the result of it abusing her complete lack of freedom and utter helplessness with each passing moment. How long had it been? She truly had no way of telling. But it was after she had come more times that she could count, literally losing the will to anymore, her body overworked, and still being ceaselessly fucked, that she saw Brianna sitting in front of her in a wicker chair.

Pissed off the Fairies didn't you. she said matter o factly, as if this could be the result of literally Nothing else. But she made no move whatsoever to help Christine out of her predicament, instead watching. Another massive orgasm left Christine writhing and twisting uselessly against the plant, causing Brianna to let out a small gasp, her tails waving around lazily, one hand drifting along her own inner thigh. The Fruit, that was indeed what it seemed to be, was starting to take proper shape, it's rind a pale blue, and it's shape small right now, but certainly round, like an apple or an orange.

Make you a deal Christine... she said softly, eyeing the Kitsune in the plant. I want that Fruit. Made from you, your magic and your nectar. And if you let it grow, rather then trying to escape and destroy this plant, I'll let you free when it's done. After that, I've got a bag of gold coin left from my own days among the humans that you can have in exchange. To help you blend in better. she offered, still making no move to help, and indeed, seeming to be aroused by watching Christine.
 
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Christine is rapidly approaching her third orgasm, squirming and gagging as the tentacles bottom out as she feels something tugging on her already overly sensitive clitoris. No, no, nononono! Then her world explodes with another orgasm and she closes her eyes as her hips, moving on their own, drive her into orgasm after orgasm after orgasm so quickly that they blend together and she stops being aware of anything other than the pure, unadulterated bliss.

When she finally comes to, she realizes that eventhough she's still being continuously raped, her magic is back. Not really listening or even hearing Brianna through the haze of bliss, she closes her eyes again, focusing on her magic, focusing on the frigid cold, calling for it to deliver relief and to destroy the plant.
 
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Brianna has to dive out of the way as Christine focuses on the frost, the magic causing the fruit to glow brighter before it froze and shattered. Likewise the vines holding her seemed to tighten, withdrawing from her holes swiftly before Christine appeared some 15 feet away in a heap on the ground, surrounded by ice.

Thick, golden nectar drools out of her used lower holes, Brianna moving to make sure she was ok, before looking back at the plant sadly. Christine hadn't managed to kill it, but she'd hurt it, the wood blackened in some places by the frost, and the vines retreating deep inside itself burned and many broken, the pieces writhing on the ground before dying. But it still stood upright.

Such a shame. Brianna says wistfully, running a hand through Christine's hair and over her ears comfortingly. It'll be days before it's strong enough to grow anything again. And I wouldn't be suitable to get a fruit like you were making. Put the fires away dear, I'm not gonna hurt you. she said, flicking one of Christine's foxfires and sending it skittering away into another orbit.

The little ones left your clothing in front of the Altar all repaired. And I set out a spare set just in case. But I suppose I have this plant to nurse back to health, and I'm sure you're angry, with an outburst like that. Try not to kill too many. Someone needs to man those circles after all or they wont function. she finished, rubbing Christine's ears before standing and walking around the plant, seeming to be thinking of how best to help it, and completely unphased by what it had done to Christine.
 
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Drawing a long breath for the first time in over an hour, Christine lets out a sight. Waving the foxfires away at the prompting from Brianna, the kitsune mostly feels exhausted and sore. Christine rolls over and lays on her back. "I'll just... stay here until I can feel my legs again. And THEN maybe hunt down some of those pests."
 
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Put you back in the plant with an inhibitor collar to lock away your magic? Why didn't you say so! Brianna teased brightly, smiling far too wide for her to be serious before breaking into a fit of giggles. Leaving Christine to rest in her spot for now while she set about getting some kind of small gem that she buried at the damage plants base, the damage starting to slowly heal.

That should fix that in a couple of days. As for the pests. Eh, they can get pushy and annoying. But you would to if you were the size they were dealing with giants all day. I find them quite endearing really. Welll... Not THAT fairy, she's loud and annoying. But the others? Eh. Besides, you probably wont even want to be in this part of the Wilding for long. There's an entire court of Fey just like you in the north through another set of circles if you can get them to tell you the right ones. she explained, setting a basket down next to Christine which had her clothes, and a silk robe like Brianna's own inside, along with a meal of what appeared to be roast chicken, and a decanter of water.

Besides, they're the ones who keep the circles working, and none of us wants to be trapped here forever. Well, some don't care. I... Don't want to be trapped here forever.
 
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"Very funny." Christine replies with a faint smile, listening to the older, calmer kitsune talk as she bustles around, apparently determined to care for the plant. When Brianna brings her food, Christine finally opts to get up and clean herself, with magic or with the water, whichever was easier, and then dresses in her own clothes before chomping down on the chicken.
 
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