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Moving for the shrooms, the wolf stepped over to Mistress and watched while Mistress herself modified Christine's bindings again, limiting them to shackles and straps, exposing a good deal of her flesh, save for her modified gag. Patting her head, Christine crawled her way over and felt pleasure bolt through her body as those tendrils started to drift their tips over her flesh, teasing and toying as they stroked her wherever they could reach, urging Christine to slip further into the tangle and starting to curl around her. Several dipped and dove along her petals, before she felt her nipple studs wrapped around, and tugged, the tendrils drawing her in slowly by her breasts until she was hidden underneath the curtain.

In front of her was the glowing stalk, as thick as she was, and the tendrils were starting to get a little more enthusiastic, a tight bundle of them slipping into her depths to twist and rake along her inner walls, her lips and tongue toyed with, while her piercings were rhythmically tugged on until she was rising up to press her front to the stalk, her entire front lighting up with heat again just like before as she pressed to it, making her folds clench around the thin tendrils already twisting and teasing inside her.
 
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Not even realizing her bindings were being modified, Christine shivers when she feels the tendrils caressing her newly bare skin. Barely suppressing a moan as she feels the treacherous tentacles caressing her folds, she tenses as she feels a pair wrapping around her nipple piercings. Whining pitifully, she does her best to keep up as they're tugged and she reluctantly follows them into the mushroom where she finds a big, pulsating stalk. Thus she finds herself pressing against the stalk, feverishly hoping that the teasing would stop, only to let out a soft moan as a bundle of tendrils slides into her flower, starting to tease and pleasure her in new and increasingly bizarre ways.
 
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Behind her, body pressed to the mushroom, Christine would enjoy that bizarred teasing, as the constant squirming an thrusting into her depths was certainly pleasurable, intensly so. But what she hadn't seen before and couldn't see now was the thin, translucent tendril that was extending from the top of the mushroom, sliding down under the head to twist and point down at her. She'd see the tip itself was hollow save a second tentacle inside the tube itself slithering down towards her.
 
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The kitsune squirms as the heat continues building up. Closing her eyes for a moment with a sigh, she opens the again to find a stranger than usual tendril pointed at her. She makes a half-hearted attempt to glare at it, though her blush if nothing else would make it laughable, if the thing even had eyes.
 
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Trying and failing to mean mug the tentacle away from her, the outer tendril expanded slightly, while the inner reached forward, a breeze drifting over her face and shoulders before slipping just it's tip passed her lips, feeding her air, while the outer one began to insistently stretch itself over her head, working to push down and around her, trying to swallow her whole.
 
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Grimacing internally as the inner tube forces its way past her lips, Christine doesn't realize what's happening until a few moments later, when the outer tube starts expanding over her head. Panicking, she starts struggling and tries to get away from the mushroom.
 
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Trying to struggle away, Christine found she was far too hampered by the restraints she'd been locked into, her own squirming tugging on her piercings while the Mushroom fucked her harder and faster from below as the tendril continued to stretch and pulse around her, working hard to finally stretch around her shoulders and start rolling down her body, pulling her further into itself, the interior slick and hot against her flesh as a powerful suction helped draw her body up into it while it pushed down, the inner tendril continuing to feed her air.
 
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The stimulation, the claustrophobic sensation of being swallowed, the tightness of her restraints... it all starts to blend together, which only makes her struggle harder. She had been far too soft on the elf.
 
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As Christine ponders having been far too nice to her Mistress and vowed silent, well.. muffled, moaning revenge, the tube continue to push and squeeze around her, shoving over her chest and having a MUCH easier time getting down around the rest of her until it reached her hips, the many tendrils below fucking her hard and fast now, tugging and toying with her clit rhythmically just to get her to cum as hard as she could one last time, to sap her physical strength entirely before it would finish, and she knew it would, even know the edges of the elastic tendril were toying with her hips, suckling and pulsing at her entire body while more tendrils slid down around her within it, curling around her shoulders and arms, toying with her chest.

Everything good in there Pet? It's quite the experience. her Mistress called to her, seeming to think everything was 100% perfectly A OK superhappyfuntimes in there while Christine was being swallowed by a giant mushroom
 
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Christine squirms and writhes, the cool form of the mushroom sending shivers down her spine as it envelops her torso while the other tendrils continued fucking her, until one slide down her clit too many sends her into spasms of orgasmic pleasure. As she starts coming down from it, she feels countless tendrils wrapping around her bust. Her resistance falters and the kitsune lets out a mewling sound as they start tugging and squeezing her sensitive flesh, each touch of her nipples pushing her closer to another orgasm. She barely hears her mistress calling, and wouldn't answer if she could.
 
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Cumming again, and being rapidly pushed towards another as her breasts got the attention they deserved, Christine's body was too weak in the afterglow and pleasure to really resist much anymore and the tube wasted no more time in pushing down passed her hips and over her bound legs, suddenly sucking on her hard and pulling the tendril tight around her body, outlining her in the flesh as she started to feel herself drawn upwards forcibly towards the top of the mushroom. The fucking from below had stopped, but the teasing tendrils within continued to squeeze and grope her chest, drifting gently around her nipples slowly as she was forced along the tendril.

She got one more good luck at Mistress waving at her as she was extracted passed the curtain, before she saw that the tendril she was Inside originated from the top of the cap, and a tight orifice was sucking steadily, pulling her towards the interior of the shroom.
 
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Not even bothering to try and futilely struggle, Christine waits helplessly as the tendril takes in her bound legs as well. Occasionally shivering from pleasure, she finds herself lifted upside down and pulled towards the interior.
 
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If the tendril itself was a tight fit, the entry into the shroom itself was even tighter as she was squeezed into the dark cap of the mushroom. it wasn't dark for long however as she felt herself repositioned, made to look straight up while her bound limbs were spread and a thick, pulsing length made a slow and gentle entry into each of her lower holes, the twinned tendrils stretching her gently and with purpose, pressing gently against her cervix, and the limits of her rear and simply letting her rest and squirm.

Above her, the cap of the mushroom became transparent, and the shroom itself shrank into the earth, leaving only the cap above the ground. She was looking up at her Mistress, put fully on display through the flesh of the plant as it started to slowly thrust, drawing back gently, before sliding back into her deep, giving her another moment to rest, before repeating the slow motions.

This will use up most of my time for the night. So I'll collect you in the morning. After the birthing. give you a good boost to your magics as well, Communing with the deep earth. Everything is special in my realm, so by argument, Nothing is. Enjoy. she said, or rather told her by holding up notecards with words on them for her to read. She had one last card to show her though.

Sorry about the mouth thing, but you gotta breathe somehow. And it's not like it's fucking your throat. Good night Pet. it said, and then she walked away, abandoning Christine to the complete lack of mercy of the Mushroom as it's slow thrusting continued.
 
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Feeling herself pressed against the entrance, Christine tenses against her will as she is slowly pushed through. Then it was dark. Being made a bitch was far too good for her. I should've thought of using her womb for something. Christine thinks, though even such fierce thoughts can't hold much of her energy. Then she is turned around and light - the little there is in the night-time forest - returns to her eyes. Finding herself spread-eagled as best as the mushroom could, Christine offers no resistance as two large lengths slide into her lower holes, filling her up mercifully gently and starting to lazily pump back and forth while her breasts are still being played with in ways that would make her beg for more, were the circumstances different.

Leaning her head back, Christine finds herself facing her mistress once more. The dim light is barely enough for her to read the words and once the elf turns around, the kitsune closes her eyes and waits.
 
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As she's left there to endure, Christine feels the mushroom going slow, taking it's time in warming her body up. It had no reason to abuse her more then it had to and the pleasure was certainly building as her chest was ground zero to non stop teasing strokes, presses, and squeezes that left her breathless while her tongue remained the plaything of the tendril feeding her an air supply. Though it shifted now and again and seemed to enjoy attention, it didn't thrust, just did it's job.

Down below, the tendrils inside her always moved in unison, the pressure in her rear only making her depths tighter for the other as it ground along her inner walls intentionally to keep her pliable and receptive while she took her gentle and enjoyable fucking whether she really wanted to or not. It would be awhile, if this was going to take up Most of her time, then it'd be hours and her body was reacting to the gentler stimulation easily compared to the rough fuckings she'd been taking recently.
 
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The thick lengths move gently and thoroughly in and out while the smaller tendrils touch and rub and squeeze every bit of her breasts, drawing out more and more pleasure. If her limbs were free, she could mistake this for a heaven, at least for a short time. Soon Christine's pucker tenses up and she cums, her flower spasming around the large tendril as something shifts in her womb, and she would scream from pleasure if she had the breath from it. No sooner does the kitsune come down than the next orgasm starts building up. And then the third. And fourth. And... Within an hour, Christine has lost count of the orgasms and her rational thoughts have fled to more receptive pastures.
 
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Over and over again, her prison was only interested in keeping her bound, quiet, and in a haze as the motions never ceased or changed, just a sea of constant pleasure to keep her in a state of bliss as she lost count of her orgasms within the first hour.

Hour after hour it continued, the shifting in her womb coming with each fresh burst of pleasure that roared along her body while she moaned and whimpered around the breathing tendril she'd been given and clenched and spasmed around the others.

Her breasts were so sensitive to the constant toying that they burned with constant erotic bliss while a heavy weight in her core continued to grow. 2 hours in with her endurance flagging, she was treated to a steady drip of something to swallow, waking her back up fully, at the very least physically, so she could enjoy each moment, rather then slip in and out of consciousness.

When her time was up, she was swollen with seeds, and the top of the mushroom opened, gently expelling her through the same tube she'd been made to enter into, set on the ground and released near the base. Still in her full restraints, she didn't have a whole lot of choice except to spend the next hour on her hands and knees, cumming excessively hard, as she started to release the seeds from her body, her swollen abdomen shrinking while Mistress returned, scooping up the seeds and placing them gently in a box, patting her head as she did. Good girl, such a good pet you are, really. Almost done, and then you can go back to being Christine... That's even if you want to leave that is. she said, Christine's body sensitive and extremely receptive right now to touch, Mistress' fingers sending shivers down her spine while she went through the birthing, making her mewl and arch with the additional stimulation until the box was full, her core was empty, and a fresh growth from the ground was rubbing against her folds, making her choose in her hazed state, if she simply wanted more pleasure, or if she had the will to start following Mistress away from the mushroom grove. Already her hips were rolling gently against her will, sliding her folds along the head of the new shaft below her and making her shudder.

Christine can choose to give in until the feeding wears off. Or choose to fight. The DC is a simple 10 should she choose to leave. And I'll roll.
 
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Christine's body grows more sensitive with each passing orgasm as the sweet fluid drips into her throat, so much so that even the pleasure feels tortuously exaggerated. Part of her wants to scream, to struggle, to get away from it all... Another part, however, wishes that time would stop so she could be like this forever.

By the time she is released, Christine's arms and legs seem to barely hear her orders and so she just stays on her hands and knees, moaning with each orgasm as the seeds are expelled one by one.

As she feels the fresh growth starting to rub against her, the kitsune is quite ready to scream expletives at it, or would be were her throat not sore from all the moaning. Instead of walking, she attempts to topple over, rolling away from it.
 
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DC 10
Roll 1 =9 Christine fucks herself
Roll 2 20. Christine frees herself from the dreaded influence of her own needy vagina

Trying to make the decision to roll away, Christine is horrified when her hips drop unintentionally down onto the growth, the pleasure of the head pressing against her too much to resist as she finds herself shuddering and moaning openly as she sinks down onto it fully.

Up and down, her body falls back into the pleasurable rhythm easily and she's cumming in no time flat, only prompting her to fuck herself harder on the mushrooms, a second one slipping into her pucker only making her hotter and needier for that pleasure for the next hour. 4 good climaxes later and her head clears, Christine managing to crawl back away from the grove, her body quivering with shocks of pleasure until her leash is firmly back in Mistress' hand and she's being safely led back to the castle.

Once she was inside Lauren would remove the ring on her collar and her senses would snap back. Her time was up. That didn't make the trip back down into the basement towards the tubes any easier in her restraints. But once she was down there she was led straight towards her tube and the hands made short work of the restraints, freeing her completely save for the collar, and Lauren was waiting in a chair with the key.
 
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Christine lets out a moan as the pleasure gets the better of her and she falls on her ass. Barely conscious any more, she soon cums several times in a row before finally getting her head back together and staggering after Mistress back into the castle.

The removal of the ring feels like a cold shower, but at least the kitsune can think clearly now, and she awkwardly makes her way down the stairs and into the tube, where she is freed from the devious bindings. Staggering to her feet, Christine takes a bit to stretch her limbs before sliding down into a chair opposite of Lillith.
 
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