Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 25/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn)
Human Form; Fine...Ish
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
The small beast whose mind she touched wasn't particularly intelligent, but it was very different from most creatures that she had made psychic connection with. While more primitive than Galo, or the dolphins or whales that her kind sometimes spoke with on a near-even level, it was also far smarter than, say, a shark or other varieties of fish; the minds most similar in flavor that she could recall contacting were those of her own kind, even if this creature was far, far more primitive by comparison. As such, while she communicated in words, it could only answer back in simple concepts that she had to interpret.
"Danger! Danger! Go other way! Monsters! Danger!" it replied, waving its arms. It pointed behind it, the way she had been going previously, and then waved its arms in the air again while both it and the other creatures still waiting in the trees were all still shrieking discordantly. The creature that had jumped in front of her turned around and skittered halfway up a tree, pointing again, "Monsters that way! No go that way! Go home that way! Just watch out for yellow flowers!" It pointed off to the right as she indicated the direction it thought she ought to go, down an incline into an area with denser vegetation.
The mind of the little hairy creature was… a strange one, to say the least. Primitive to be sure, moreso than Galo or the more intelligent fish, though it was a bit more cogent than a shark or one of the smaller, dumber fish… And yet she could feel that the structure of its mind was similar on some level to that of a merfolk, which was deeply strange and perhaps just a bit disconcerting. Almost like speaking with an… adult baby? Hard to explain. It wasn’t really replying to her with words, more with concepts, as if it hadn’t learned the words quite yet.
And what it communicated, while frantically waving its arms and pointing the direction she had been walking, was that the way forward was dangerous, full of monsters. Instead it pointed to the right, down a hill with a fair bit more plant life than the one she was on. "Monsters?" she asked, "what sort of monsters? What problem would the yellow flowers give me? I’m looking for shelter, and food… Not necessarily going anywhere specific. And of course, I want to avoid the formori. The... They come from the water and use tools, they look like some kind of fish that walks like you."
Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 25/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn)
Human Form; Fine...Ish
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
"Yes, monsters! Fishy monsters that walk like you! You go to where others like you are, things that walk with no fur!" the monkey answered hastily, "they stay there, near the shallow water! With those like you, the ones they haven't killed! The females!" It waved its hands over its head again, then turned and clambered about halfway up the tree. "Golden flowers make you want to mate, make you have their seeds." It climbed further, and pointed off towards the village she had partially seen, "others there, survivors, all that's left of the old clan, from before the formori came. They will give you what you need."
Ilona listened to the strange furry creature, rubbing her chin a bit and then looking the direction it pointed. "So I’m headed to the right spot?" she asked, as it seemed that the collection of buildings was the proper place to go… just that her path was going to take her past the formori, and the spot where they bred with captured women. Not exactly a place she wanted to visit right now. The idea that a... flower… could make her want to mate seemed ridiculous, but so did many things on the surface. And if there was still a band of survivors… Could she trust this creature? If she couldn’t it hardly mattered anymore, she was screwed either way. "Thank you for your help. Hopefully I won’t run into any of those flowers, and I’ll be able to rest for a while in safety." Unless the creature seemed to want otherwise she would then break their mental connection and move off the path to the right, where the creature had indicated.
Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 25/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn)
Human Form; Fine...Ish
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Rolls
Perception: 4 successes.
Navigation: 1 success.
The monkey clambered up the tree after Ilona finished her reply, letting out a pair of shrieks that prompted the ones waiting in the trees above her to begin scurrying away. The creature that she had spoken to followed its pack, leaving the mermaid to proceed deeper into the island alone.
The terrain didn't get any easier to navigate as she got deeper inland. If anything, the going got harder, with the thick underbrush biting at her naked frame uncomfortably as she had to scramble her way over uneven, bush covered ground. There were a few stretches of land mostly covered in the larger plants that seemed to keep the ground below them clear, but those areas were few and far between, leaving her to clamber through the bush. Eventually, the ground began to slope downwards rather than up, and she found her journey funneled into a valley like the one that had been described to her. The terrain here was exceptionally dense, and she lost sight of the village that she was heading towards through the cover of the trees.
As she proceeded through the valley, Ilona spotted a large golden flower. The monkey had given her an image of what to look for, and it lined up with what she'd been warned about, but more oddly she saw that the flower was moving. It slithered quietly along the ground on some sort of mobile vine, partially concealed by the underbrush. As she watched, it slid through a bush, petals closed, only to open again as it emerged near the top of the other plant. Had she not seen it take up its position, she would likely have thought that it was naturally a part of the bush, but there was no telling what the seemingly ambulatory plant was going to do if she got too close to it.
The little furry creature scurried up a tree with their conversation over, and the pack of them began to shriek once more and flee through the green parts of the tall plants, leaving her alone once more. Now all she had to do was continue on, this time on a different heading… It was tough going in the direction the creature had indicated, with the plantlife getting more plentiful, the ground uneven and difficult to walk on, especially for someone so new to the concept of legs. She stumbled and struggled, her legs and feet cut up by the undergrowth progressively as she went along. Eventually the ground began to slope downward, which was both easier and harder on her, and as she descended into the valley she lost sight of her destination, though it shouldn’t be too hard to make it there in the end.
At some point she found one of the yellow flowers the monkey had warned her about… and oddly enough it was moving. Actually… crawling about the ground on a vine. She hadn’t seen any of the flora behave that way yet, on land or in the sea, so she paused to watch it for a moment. It was quiet, nearly silent against the backdrop of the myriad of sounds on the surface, and it carefully crept to the top of another plant, opening its flower and seemingly posing as a part of the other plant. She observed it for a few moments and then decided to give it a wide berth; she didn’t know quite how it would make her want to, but she had no desire to bear its offspring. Her belly was full enough as it was… And so she carried on in a semi-circular route around the plant, keeping an eye out for more of them.
Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 25/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn), Aroused
Human Form; Fine...Ish
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Rolls
Perception: 1 success.
Navigation: 1 success.
Resistance: Ilona rolls a natural 20, and succeeds where she would have otherwise almost certainly failed. She only ends up becoming Aroused
Slipping around the mobile vine with the golden flower where it lay hidden still took Ilona through another dense chunk of jungle, and it wasn't long before she spotted another one of the large flowers sitting inconspicuously on another plant, and it would not be the last of them she spotted as she tried to pick her way through the dense foliage of the valley. A few of them even started moving as she got close to them, which allowed her to spot those that she might have missed if they'd been more patient. Her lack of experience at woodcraft ultimately proved problematic, however, as even though she managed to keep from getting turned around in the dense woodlands - it was similar enough to navigating a kelp field that she could find her way - the distraction created by having to pick her way around without getting lost eventually caused her to slip up and miss one of the flowers.
One moment she was picking her way towards a clearing, and the next she had broken through only to find herself confronted with one of the flowers descending from a low hanging branch. It hovered a couple of inches from her face for a half second before it suddenly pulsed and seized, sending a rush of golden pollen into her face. The startled inhalation left her coughing as the pollen invaded her lungs, and the effects were frighteningly quick to act. Lust surged in her core, and it only got worse by the second as the chemistry in the pollen worked through her system and she inhaled what had landed on her rather than be taken in by her initial inhalation. It was nearly maddening, more intense than any arousal she had felt without being well into the act itself, but even through the pollen's effects Ilona managed to keep enough sense to realize that the flower, having gone momentarily still, was beginning to shake again as if about to deliver another dose.
Ilona made her way slowly through the dense undergrowth, doing her best to avoid the strange mobile yellow flora… But that only seemed to take her in a wider arc through more difficult terrain. The first led to a second, and then a third… Some were well-hidden and positioned right where they needed to be, but at the last moment they would make an impatient move towards her and bring themselves to her attention, allowing her to avoid them. Still, that made it even more difficult to make her way through the forest towards the unseen village, requiring some amount of concentration and drawing on her experience navigating through the vast kelp forests of her home.
That concentration finally posed a problem for her as she worked her way towards a clearing up ahead; she had lost awareness of what was above her, and suddenly she was face to face with one of the yellow flowers that had just dipped down from a low-hanging branch. It was so close she almost could have kissed it, and in less than a second it had blasted her point-blank with its golden-yellow pollen. She gasped in surprise and inhaled much of it, coughing and wheezing as it went to work on her… Almost immediately she was wet and ready, mind and body nearly overwhelmed by the urge to be bred once more. She could tell that it was about to spray her with more pollen, and part of her wanted to just stand there and take it… It would probably feel good, and at least this plant wasn’t some vile formori. She had enough of her wits about her to try and protect herself with her mental energy instead, hoping to give herself enough time to bolt past it as fast as her awkward legs could carry her.
Psychic Shield for X=8, costing 6 EP and 0 upkeep. +16 dodge, AV, Resistance, defensive Bull Rush and Overrun, and Grapple
Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 19/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn), Aroused, Psychic Shield X = 8 giving +16 dodge, AV, Resistance, defensive Bull Rush and Overrun, and Grapple, 0 EP Upkeep
Human Form; Fine...Ish
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Rolls
Perception: -2 successes. She only needed one to make sure that she gets away, but I guess she's going into range of more of them.
Dodge: 49
The original plus d3 extra get shots on her as Ilona tries to get through a bad part of the glade. Ends up being one extra.
Attacks: 58 and 61, both hit her.
Resistance: 30 vs 28, Ilona succeeds on the first one but takes a -10 penalty to the second. 31 vs 30, Ilona succeeds again.
Gain 2 XP.
Hardening her will and expressing it outwards to shield herself like she'd been doing for years, Ilona found that it wasn't so different from manipulating water. Her will caused some of the pollen to suspend itself in midair, but as the hovering flower pulsed she couldn't catch all of it. Ilona was left stumbling away, coughing as every breath drew in more of the aphrodisiac pollen. Unfortunately, she saw the rising phallic tubors a little too late, and as the main bodies of the plants rose - each big enough that she could have knelt on top of them - their rising stamens began to ooze a bright blue fluid. An almost irresistibly alluring sweet scent drew her attention to them, the compulsion to gobble up as much of the substance that she could get from the freshly emerged plants sending her belly into a series of needy fluttering pangs, and between it and the pollen the will needed to keep from going absolutely mad mounted.
Ilona ran almost face first into another flower as she fled from the emerging bodies of the plants, and it sent another puff of its toxic golden pollen into her face. Some of it she stopped in mid air, but she was just unfamiliar enough with how to manipulate air to shield herself that Ilona only managed to block some of it, leaving her inhaling even more of the corrupting toxin. Every breath left her core twisting itself with the need for satisfaction, but Ilona managed to keep on moving despite herself and turned to hurry out of the glade. She made it, followed by no less than four of the flowers looking to keep pelting her with their pollen, but it seemed that she had managed to get out of their reach... For now. That left her panting in a dense clump of bushes, her entire body flush with arousal that at least proved a sufficient distraction to let her ignore the various aches and pains that she had accrued over the course of her island journey.
Fortunately, none of the plants seemed able to reach her from here, and after a moment or two the stamens would sink back into the plant bodies, which would then also sink down into the ground to hide again while their flowers began to hide again. She still had a section of the valley to get through, but she hadn't lost her direction despite the recent attack and by her estimation she was at least halfway through the valley.
As it turned out the air was reasonably similar to the water in terms of using it for Ilona’s defense… Not the same, but similar enough that the same principles applied. Unfortunately she had too little time to figure it all out and spread out her protection; the flower pulsed and spewed more of its pollen, and while much of it stopped in midair some of it came in around the sides and over the top, the mermaid involuntarily inhaling plenty of the aphrodisiac. She coughed and wheezed, stumbling away from the flower with some difficulty… right into the path of the strange bodies these golden flowers belonged to. Her eyes were drawn to them, to the strange phallic objects that began to rise out of them… They were oozing a strangely enticing blue liquid, so bright it almost glowed, seemingly thick and syrupy from the way it drooled down the shaft. The smell of it, such a new sensation to the mermaid, was sweeter than anything she’d ever encountered and made her long for a taste. The bodies themselves were just the right size, too… she could just see herself knelt straddling it, slowly sitting down…
Instead she stumbled away as fast as she could manage, struggling mightily all the way. She was only barely able to focus on where she was going, and as such managed almost to put her face directly in another of the yellow flowers as it hung down from above. Another shower of golden yellow pollen hit her, only partially blocked by her mental efforts. Her body felt like it was on fire as she inhaled even more of the stuff, her stomach tying itself in knots, twitching with desire. They were following after her, and it seemed that they were just a bit slower than she was even in her current state… Finally she took a gamble that they wouldn’t follow her into some of the denser flora, and dove into a patch of solid green.
Even though the bushes scratched her skin and caused her some amount of pain, it was dwarfed by the intense arousal she felt. She laid in the bushes, peeking out, watching the flowers slink away to hide themselves again, waiting for someone else to wander past and become easy prey. For now she would dismiss her mental protection, rest, catch her breath, let the arousal subside. She was almost shivering with desire, but she didn’t want to touch herself here… Who knew what might hear her and be drawn to the scene? No, she would wait until she could bear to walk around and then head onward. She was probably halfway there… Hopefully she had gotten past the last of the yellow flowers and it would be easy going from here, but she wouldn’t hold her breath.
Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 22/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn), Aroused, Bound DC 89
Human Form; Fine...Ish
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Rolls
Navigation: 0 successes.
Perception: 0 successes.
Stealth: -1 success.
Attack: Automatic hit.
Grapple: 26 for Ilona, 89 for the net's DC.
Ilona would find, as she waited for the plant's toxins to wear off, that they weren't going to do so any time soon. The pollen was still all over her in a nearly invisible layer that covered her skin and hair, inhaled with every breath she took to keep renewing the dose, but the insistent arousal simply refused to go away no matter how much she tried to brush away the remaining pollen and wait it out. There were some rumblings in the ground as she waited, light shakes that shook just enough to be felt, but otherwise nothing further of note occurred while she not-so-patiently waited for the aphrodisiac pollen to run its course through her system.
After about half an hour by her estimation, it became clear that the pollen wasn't going to wear off, and Ilona's willingness to waste time when the sky was starting to turn tint golden orange with the approach of dusk. The raging arousal was yet another annoyance that the surface world was going to foist onto her, apparently, and so Ilona was left to try to make it through the section of jungle populated by the flowers, hopefully without suffering further bursts of pollen to the face. She felt the rumbling several more times along the way as she weaved through bushes and trees, and spotted a few more of the golden flowers hanging innocently in various places, but managed to avoid them. The ground began to slope upwards again, and Ilona was sure that she would be able to see the treetop village again in short order.
The horizon was just about to become visible as she stepped out of some dense bushes, the branches at least gentler on her than many of the rest had been, when a weighted net made from woven kelp hit her from the side, wrapping around her torso. She was summarily dragged from her feet, leaving her entangled on the ground as a trio of formori gazed down at her with bulging, overlarge eyes and unreadable expressions on their alien features. The one holding the net was a bit bigger than the other two, with a more narrow mouth and bigger eyes, and a blue tinge to its skin. The other two looked practically identical to one another and the other formori that she had experienced, squat and pallid green with unnaturally wide, amphibian facial features. They began to talk in their sibilant, grunting language while gazing down at her, though Ilona had no idea what any of them were saying, giving the naked, scratched up, bound up, and still painfully aroused mermaid to try to pull her scattered head together and possibly come up with some sort of plan.
Ilona sat quietly in the bushes for some time, waiting for her arousal to fade… But it never seemed to. She spent at least half an hour waiting, the arousal peaking at times and ebbing a bit at others… it seemed that some of the pollen still clung to her, a thin invisible layer of it that she couldn’t possibly wipe off completely, every so often invading her nostrils and giving her a hit of the aphrodisiac, starting the process all over again. Maybe if there were some water she could submerse herself in she could wash it all off and get back to normal, but there didn’t seem to be any in this part of the island.
Eventually she couldn’t stand to wait any longer; the sun was going down, the sky just beginning to turn orange… a strange sight for a mermaid who had never ventured above the waves before. She was aware enough that it was proof of oncoming night, though, and she really didn’t want to try to navigate this dense forest in the dark. So she got up and made her way onward, looking out for any more of the plants. There were a few… fewer than in the first half of her journey, but still enough to worry. None of them snuck up on her this time, though, and she managed to sneak past the whole lot of them as she approached the village she had seen from the beach. In fact she was just about to exit some of the softest of the flora she’d run across, and if she was right she would be quite close to her destination…
Instead she was suddenly hit from the side by a heavy, weighted net of some sort, an incoherent scream escaping her lips as she was knocked off balance and fell to her side. She was face to face with three formori, one of whom seemed different somehow… bigger than most, blue, somehow more alien in its facial features even than the average formori. As they started to speak in their unintelligible, vile language she felt like crying. She was exhausted, hungry, scratched and scraped and torn, heavily pregnant with the foul offspring of rapist formori, unarmed and alone… How were there so many of these creatures everywhere? What could she even do against them? She didn’t have a plan, didn’t have the energy really to fight… so she tried to tear the net that bound her with her mind, to scramble to her feet and back into the forest. Maybe she could lose them there. That was the best she could think of at the moment.
Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 22/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn), Aroused, Grappled
Human Form; Fine...Ish
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Rolls
Attack: Hit, it's a net.
Damage: Max, which scythes through the net completely.
Attack: 40 vs 30, Ilona has been grappled.
Ilona's will lashed out, full of her anguish and frustration, and sliced cleanly through the net such that it fell in half on either side of her. Scrambling to her feet, Ilona would unfortunately not get far, as the formori were quick to recover from their surprise at their capture suddenly coming free of their net. One of the green ones grabbed her from around the waist, pushing her back to the ground on hands and knees and then following her down, grabbing onto her head and forcing it to the ground. It said something in a tone that sounded amused as it worked to keep her from being able to look anywhere but into the dirt and grass that her face was being pressed into, and the other normal looking formori grunted something in response while the blue one prodded at its torn net.
Cutting the net with her mind was utterly trivial, the woven kelp falling apart as she willed it, but of course that was where the ease ended. The formori didn’t stand idly by as she got up to her feet, one of them tackling her as soon as she got up, wrapping its arms around her waist and taking her down to her hands and knees. He put his full weight on top of her then as she struggled to hold him up, one hand grabbing her by the back of the head and forcing her face down into the dirt and the soft green flora that grew from it. It was taunting her somehow, she could tell without being able to understand… She was running out of options, and fast, but she had one more trick to play… If she tried her damndest she could hit them with a burst of psychic energy that would hopefully fling them off and away from her, hopefully to their grave harm, but if nothing else to at least give her a head start in running.
Telekinesis AoE at X = 12. The formori get a willpower save or take 1d6*12 damage and get pushed 20 feet away
Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 13/45, EP = 10/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn), Aroused, Grappled, low on energy, Penetrated
Human Form; Fine...Ish
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Formori 1: Penetrating her pussy, 2/30 PP.
Formori 2: Penetrating her mouth, at 11/30 PP.
Formori 3, the blue one: taken 12 damage.
Rolls
Grappling Formori's Resistance: 17 for Ilona, 23 for the formori. He is not pushed away.
Resistance of the other two: 18 and 28 for Ilona, 24 and 12 for the formori. One is pushed away.
Damage: 1 x 12 = 12 damage. Minor ouch.
Grapple: 29 for Ilona, 40 for the formori. She is penetrated. The other one joins the grapple for free and penetrates her mouth.
Pleasure: 11 + 16 + 5 = 32 PP damage for Ilona, 5 + 12 + 2 = 19 for the one in her mouth, 13 + 13 + 2 = 28 for the one fucking her.
A bubble of force appeared around her at Ilona's psionic behest, gathered in desperation and then unleashed in a burst. The widening bands of force only partly washed across the three formori as they spread, however, and the one pinning her to the ground was nearly missed entirely, being only made to straighten out slightly. The other formori built along their apparently normal lines was merely pushed back a step, and it was only the blue-skinned formori who ended up being blasted back. Most of her force bubble's power launched directly into the netter's chest, pushing the breath from his lungs in a single startled gasp while the power lifted him off of his feet and threw him backwards into the woods. The creature crashed through the branches and brambles only to come to a halt as his back hit a tree.
The pushed formori dropped to his knees, putting a hand to his chest and gasping for breath, but he wasn't dead and seemingly wasn't even fully incapacitated. Her push had consumed a massive amount of her remaining energy, but whether it was from her exhaustion, her unfamiliarity with the environment, or the arousal ruining her concentration, it had done almost nothing. The one holding her was still there, and another was standing over her and quickly swooped downwards while the one gripping her head said something and shifted its hips. A second later Ilona felt the thing's squirming rod sliding between the cheeks of her ass, its knobbly bulbous head distinct and uncomfortably familiar against her soft skin, while the hand holding on to her head suddenly closed and took a handful of her hair.
It said something while rearing back, keeping a tight hold on her hip and hair and forcing her head upwards in the process, such that the mermaid got an up close and personal view of the formori's member as it wormed its way out of the loincloth containing it. The combined grip had her back forcibly arching with the formori's movement, but at the same time she felt the formori's hips sliding back, separating from her own. It's cock slid back between her cheeks, a fairly unusual sensation given that she had up until now never assumed her land-bound form, and line up with her sopping entrance. Ilona had maybe half a second to try to tense up, pull away, shift aside, or do anything that might avert her penetration before it all came to naught anyway and the formori slammed his hips forward. She felt every inch of its highly textured helmet as it wormed through her inner walls, sending spikes of intense, aphrodisiac-relieving pleasure surging up the hapless mermaid's spine that left her muscles seizing against her will, and the sensation was more potent even than it had been when those who had captured her had taken their turns planting their seed in her. It became nearly unbearable when it inevitably pressed into her deepest depths, its nodules oozing pre as they stimulated the vents leading to her egg sacks where dozens of formori were already growing inside of her, and after a few seconds of the prehensile rod squirming to shift which of her sweet spots were receiving the most pressure the stimulation was enough to lock Ilona into a near-constant miniature orgasm.
The formori gave a gurgling groan a moment after penetrating her, and then said something again, though Ilona was only dimly aware of it as the pleasure left her thoughts totally scrambled. She was only dimly aware of her mouth being open, of the grip on her hair shifting from the scalp to a portion halfway down its length that the formori had wrapped around his hand and was holding like a set of reins, but she did feel it when the other formori kneeling in front of her grabbed her by the scalp in turn and shoved himself into her mouth. She could taste the precum oozing from its assorted protruding nodules as the formori's cock slid over her tongue, salty like seawater but thicker and more pungent, but he didn't stop to rest as he forced himself all the way down her throat. It groaned, and answered the one who had earlier forced himself into her sex while he was retracting back to give another thrust that rocked Ilona's body forward, deeper onto the one occupying her mouth, and producing an audible clap as his hips met her backside.
Without further concern for her say on the matter, the two formori began sawing back and forth, one retracting as the other pushed forward and leaving her rocking back and forth between them. It was the second time that some of the horrid invaders had caught her and raped her in as many days, and while the two were obviously reveling in enjoying her body, they weren't the only ones. Her body was left quaking with pleasure from the stimulation, the raw need caused by the land plant's aphrodisiacs more powerful than any natural arousal that she had ever achieved and its fulfillment so painfully satisfying that every thrust left her thoughts crumbling before she could concentrate enough to summon any meaningful resistance.
The third formori stood and came back over, rubbing its chest and scowling, but it didn't make to join the gangbang for the moment, leaving Ilona to be bounced between the two already inside of her. Eventually she would feel an all too familiar throb from the cock barreling in and out of her needy folds, the threat of receiving yet another dose of potent formori seed enough to take her mind partially away from the impending orgasm that she herself was about to enter. This would likely be her last chance to try to do something before she was left helpless to keep them from having their way with her by her arousal, but the formori seemed oblivious to any further danger that she might pose as their pace heightened in the interest of getting to cumming inside of her faster.
Ilona’s desperate plan, such as it was, fell quite a bit short of her hopes for it. Her attempt to force the creatures off her only blew one of them back, and it wasn’t even the one who was holding her down. She could hear the effects of her force bubble, the blue formori smashing into some trees, crashing through the branches… She felt nothing but dread. A second formori approached her from the front while the one behind shifted itself, its bizarre cock squirming between the newly parted cheeks of her rump as it grabbed onto her scalp to take hold of her. She could only glare hatefully at the creature in front of her as its cock squirmed out of the loincloth it wore… This was probably the closest she’d ever viewed one of their members, and it was disgusting indeed. Purple and swollen, covered in oozing nodules, it had the appearance of something alien and filthy. And it seemed, for the second time in the last few days, that there was nothing she could do to stop it going inside of her.
The formori tilted her head upward by his grip on her hair, forcing her to look into the eyes of his compatriot as he arched her back… Her eyes went wide as she felt that vile dick slipping around between her asscheeks, clearly lining itself up… She pushed her legs as close together as she could manage and clenched herself tightly, trying desperately to prevent him from entering her, but of course it was in vain. A single powerful thrust drove the formori’s cock home, her efforts to keep it out only worsening her plight and ensuring that she was devilishly tight around his member. The mermaid’s back arched a bit more all on its own as an almost electric feeling of pleasure rushed up her spine. She could feel every little detail, every little bump and nodule and vein, and in mere moments it was squirming inside of her, seeking out her most sensitive spots and vigorously stroking her vents, stimulating her pleasure and fertility.
It was different from before, from the time she had been raped and bred one by one by the formori in the cave. The aphrodisiac the foul fauna had sprayed her with made everything more intense, and despite herself Ilona let out an animalistic groan of lust that instantly caused her cheeks to light up with shame and regret. Still, there was something so deeply satisfying about the way the creature’s prehensile member squirmed inside of her, finding every last weak point, soothing the arousal the aphrodisiac had forced onto her. She closed her legs more, squeezing them together as if they were a tail, shifting herself subtly… To try and make it difficult for him to thrust she told herself, though of course that wasn’t true, not really. It only made her tighter around him, made him work harder to force her open, which in turn felt all the more satisfying.
His hand slipped down the length of her long blue hair, wrapping it tightly around him and using it for leverage, keeping her locked into the position he wanted… She could barely think at all, such was her arousal, and she could only look with hazy, dim eyes at the other formori as it got that little bit closer to her, grabbing onto her scalp… and suddenly forcing his cock into her mouth. The taste of his precum already coated her tongue, salty and thick, the taste potent and unique… The mermaid gagged as he forced himself past her tongue and into her throat, her body squirming slightly between them as she fought against that unpleasant feeling.
It didn’t last all that long before the formori behind her pulled back, her inner walls clinging to his cock with all their might as if desperate not to let him escape, and then pounded himself home again, spreading her open around him as he claimed her innermost depths. It forced her forward, gagging her on the dick in her throat again, though she was allowed momentary relief when he pulled back again… only to have the one in front thrust, rocking her back onto the formori cock as she retched helplessly around the dick in her throat, her struggle only stimulating him further.
Ilona’s tormentors settled into a steady rhythm soon enough. Back and forth, back and forth… Her gag reflex relaxed after a minute or two, her body giving up that little bit of resistance and eliminating one obstacle to her enjoying her rape... The aphrodisiacs she was filled with had her nearly mad with bliss; she had never felt this needy before, and having that need fulfilled was more incredible than she could have imagined. Every time the one behind her thrust into her, each time his hips clapped against her backside, it felt as if she were having an orgasm in miniature, a brief little jolt of pleasure that weakened her will further and further with each passing moment. Her juices dribbled down her legs to pool at the crease of her knees, proof of just how badly in need she was…
Before long the mermaid could feel the cocks inside her twitch and pulse, and for a moment she thought of using the last of her power to resist, one last desperate attempt to get them off her… but a wave of despair crashed over her as she realized she couldn’t. She didn’t have much strength left, and she’d done nothing to them earlier… Besides, as good as this was she still hadn’t reached her climax, and could she really deprive herself of that? How far would she really get if she needed to run? Tears of shame started to trickle down her cheeks as she resigned herself, rocking helplessly between the two formori, racing to a peak of bliss the likes of which she’d never seen before.
Ilona: HP = 26/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 10/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 27 of the other random formori's spawn), Aroused, low on energy,
Human Form; Probably just generally not fine at this point
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Formori 1: 30/30 PP, about to grapple and penetrate her mouth
Formori 2: 30/30 PP, about to grapple and penetrate her ass
Formori 3, the blue one: taken 12 damage, about to grapple and penetrate her pussy
Whether the formori noticed her tears as a sign of her physical surrender to her situation, or even the end of her struggles, was hard to say. They kept their hold secure on her hair and hips, ensuring that she couldn't escape from them even if she'd wanted to, while the third approached to watch... Waiting for his chance to join in. The one behind her tilted his head back and let out a low groan as her legs clenching together enhanced her tightness for him, prompting him to slow his pumping just a little bit. She could feel both of them twitching inside of her as they plowed her from both ends, constantly stimulating her vents to not only provide intense relief of the need to be filled and forcing her already taxed egg sacks to tingle. Within a few moments her gag reflex had relaxed, and she was bouncing between them as little more than a piece of meat to be fucked; the low claps of the formori's hips slamming into her ass - a new sensation for the mermaid - poured regularly into the open air, joined by her muffled grunts and the more open ones of the invasive formori that were enjoying her.
The floral aphrodisiacs that she'd been afflicted with earlier had all but demanded this, and now that she was being fucked her body was singing in bliss. Every stroke left her body seizing with pleasure, and the shortness of breath forced upon her by the one pumping into her mouth only enhanced the physical sensations that she was going through further, to the point that every time the formori bottomed out and its member gave a circling twitch that fully stimulated the sensitive vents leading to her egg sacks, her vision went white as her brain went haywire trying to process it. Those miniature orgasms tormented her at the end of every thrust from the formori behind her, forcing her vents to twitch open and suck inwards at nothing but a few globs of precum even as desperate as they were for something with more volume to it. Her body, and particularly her egg sacks, were already stressed intensely with the massive clutch growing inside of her, but despite how many of her precious ovums had already been revealed to be fertilized her primed body was struggling to make more... In preparation for yet another dose of formori sperm to fertilize them.
Ilona didn't have to wait long for that particular pleasure; the formori didn't even attempt to reserve their stamina, and so a few minutes following her surrender to the sensation of being penetrated both of the formori fucking her drove themselves fully into her at the heights of their pleasure. Wordless groans escaped erupted to signal their pleasure, but Ilona was feeling the physical result all too distinctly as the two of them started spurting into her. The sensation of cum pouring into deepest reaches, sending sperm-rich fluid pouring against her vents, left Ilona enduring a very real orgasm of her own even as she practically choked on the cum pouring down her throat, the multi-directional nature of their release making it nearly impossible to swallow it all efficiently. Though nowhere near as numerous as the first batch already growing in her belly, the constant stimulation against her vents had left a small handful of eggs hanging that her second batch of rapists' seed were all too happy to claim for their own.
The formori in front of her slid back just as his release was tapering off, flooding her mouth with a couple of small spurts that gave the mermaid a proper taste of their pungent, salty seed. He rested there through the whole of his release, letting her taste the rest of it, but the other made sure that he'd shot and oozed every last drop into Ilona before he pulled out. The formori were panting in pleasure, but the third one said something while they were basking in their afterglow. It sounded vaguely like he was complaining, but what about she didn't know; What she did know was that the formori seemed to think that she was done resisting entirely. The first two said something in response one at a time, the one in front of her petting her hair while his member twitched against her lips and the one behind rubbing his bulbous, knobbly head against her petals. Then they were moving, giving her a few seconds to gather herself; she was still intensely aroused, but the satisfaction from her orgasm had at least given her a clearer had than she'd had when they were actively fucking her.
The three formori let her go, leaving her on hands and knees, drooling cum from both ends. They started moving around her; the blue one that she'd injured was lying down and reaching for her as if to pull her on top of him, the one who had fucked her was switching places with the one who had fucked her mouth. Her body was still screaming for more pleasure, but she had at least a short window in which she might be able to do something that would lead her to a fate better than being their captive again.
The formori continued to pound Ilona without acknowledging her apparent submission, rocking her back and forth between them in a steady, pleasing rhythm. She could barely breathe between thrusts, her throat filled with cock more often than not, but something about that only made it feel more intense… made it even easier just to give in and let the experience wash over her passively. Not that she was in much of a position to do anything, even if it were simply trying to pleasure her attackers; they had her pretty well under control physically, and mentally she was an abject mess. The aphrodisiacs she had been sprayed with made every thrust blissful, so much so that she practically saw stars as she squirmed between her rapists, and every time the one using her sex bottomed out his prehensile cock sought out her egg vents and teased them mercilessly, a reward that made her groan with pleasure, her insides twitching… Even as heavily pregnant as she already was her body was desperate to produce more eggs for him to fertilize, more of them slipping into place and awaiting the formori’s sperm…
The mermaid could feel the dicks throbbing inside of her, could tell that they were approaching their peaks… they weren’t exactly trying to hold back, and of course they wouldn’t have needed to even if they were concerned about her pleasure. It was only a few minutes from the start to the finish, the moment the formori groaned out in animalistic pleasure as they slammed themselves as deeply into her as they could at the same time and then pouring their seed down her throat and into her womb. Even as cum backed up into her mouth and she struggled to swallow it down she felt an incredible orgasm ripple through her, her whole body shuddering. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, her new toes curled tightly against her feet, and for a few moments everything was as perfect as could be. Ilona’s body had been craving this ever since that strange fauna had blasted her with its aphrodisiacs, and the relief of her need was just about as strong a feeling as she’d ever had.
She was already starting to recover bit by bit by the time the formori using her mouth slipped his cock mostly out of her, leaving only the tip inside… Though her cheeks puffed out as more cum spurted into her mouth, coating her tongue with the salty taste, and the mermaid looked up at him as she meekly nursed at his cock, swallowing as much of his offering as she could and only losing a little bit drooling down her chin. Her body was still crying out for more, practically begging for another orgasm like that, but she was finally lucid and just satisfied enough to resist the urge to give in again, to let them have their way.
The formori didn’t seem to realize that, of course… The two of them pulled out of her, pausing to enjoy their afterglow, but the third who had been neglected up to this point spoke up then, probably complaining given his tone of voice, but who could really say? Ilona could feel the one behind her rubbing his thick, bulbous head against the lips of her pussy, eager to get another taste of her, the one in front of her stroking her hair gently while he rested himself against her lips. She gave his tip a kiss, tonguing him just a bit… She needed them to think she was utterly submissive now, to be completely off their guard. She didn’t have good odds of fighting off the three of them as tired and horny as she was, and she would only get one shot at it…
The two of them let go of her, leaving her on all fours as they maneuvered into position. The third that she had injured before walked over and lay down, reaching up to pull her down onto his cock while the other two swapped positions. Now, when there were no hands on her, she would try her original plan once more, trying to push them off her with mental energy and then run off into the woods again! If she failed she would surely be triple-teamed, her holes filled as she was fucked to another humiliating orgasm… so she put everything into this one last attack.
Telekinesis AoE at X = 9. The formori get a willpower save or take 1d6*9 damage and get pushed 15 feet away
Ilona: HP = 90/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 55/55, Status = Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 27 of the other random formori's spawn),
Human Form; Bed
Mermaid Form; Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Psychic Shield X = 3 gives none of the usual bonuses but raises her swim movement to 15 feet
Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine
Aereia: Sage Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons Aegea: Healer from Clyons Treyzine: Seer from Clyons Vivian: Mer Warrior met on the island
Rolls
F1 Resistance: 23 vs 23
F2 Resistance: 30 vs 26
F3 Resistance: 33 vs 23
All three pass, are unbothered by her telekinesis.
Ilona then gets dicked, and stuff happens...
Perhaps it was her exhaustion, perhaps it was the aphrodisiacs, or the phantom pain of her maimed tail, or her ongoing daze from the recent orgasm... But when Ilona attempted to call up the last of her mental energies in order to push the formori away, all that she managed was a light push. The force was distributed, some of it even drawing them inwards. The formori poised to fill her mouth again laughed, then grunted, then said something in it's wretched language when she seemingly ran her tongue against it's bulbous head willingly. The others laughed as they got into place, the one below grunting something as she was dragged into place, then the one behind replying as it knelt behind her, prehensile cock pressing against one of her bubbly cheeks. The fog of exhaustion mixed into the fog of lust leftover from the dose of shorn pollen that she'd been forced to inhale, and there was no fighting back now; her body was too weak, and her mental energies had been fully expended.
The three of them were going to fuck her, there was no further avoid it. Ilona's lips were forced apart by squirming formori cock first, the ugly creature emitting a satisfied moan as it started to push down her throat. The grip on her hips dragged her down, and the formori below her impaling her onto it's writhing member all too soon. The one behind lined up with her rear entrance, a hole that wasn't even usable in her natural form, being as it was near the end of her tail... But when it pushed it's cock into her, unfamiliar pleasure surged up the mermaid's spine all the same. Being doubly penetrated seemed to tighten both holes, but the shorn pollen hit had left her aroused to the point that the natural discomfort was little and gave way to more pleasure quickly.
The trio set up a discordant rhythm, each seeking to please themselves as quickly as possible using her body as little more than a toy. While none of them seemed to show any great concern for her pleasure, Ilona's body was singing in blissful satisfaction anyway. Surges of traitorous pleasure accompanied every push into her sex and ass, the formori cocks stimulation her hyper-sensitive nerves incredibly effectively. It only got worse the longer they went, and the trio proved happy to make a marathon of their mating; they didn't change positions again, each content to enjoy whichever hole they'd claimed and apparently determined to fill it completely with their seed.
They came in her over and over and over. Semen poured into her deepest depths, sending more sperm invading her exhausted egg sacks, making her swallow glob after glob, even painting her bowels white with the stuff. It splattered her thighs and chin too, making her feel as dirty outwardly as she was internally. The formori didn't care; she was their plaything, a set of holes to be used for their pleasure and to carry their offspring, nothing more.
Eventually, she began to black out, her vision tunneling from exhaustion and lack of air. The formori pulled out as she was starting to finally pass into the release of unconsciousness, and something hot splattered against her back just as she finally blacked out entirely...
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When she awoke, Ilona was still on land, still nude, and her belly had grown. The formori had left her extremely gravid, every one of her dozens of readied eggs fertilized and now growing inside of her with halfbreeds... Halfbreeds that would inherit their father's hideous form and likely their vile mannerisms, but perhaps take the merfolk's natural aptitude for psionic power like the halfbreed that she had fought earlier. The generation growing within her, if raised by their own kind, would undoubtedly only increase the plague of formori besieging her people, and if she was in formori captivity it wouldn't be the last she bore....
"Ahhh, you're awake," someone murmured aloud, speaking in the language of their people. It was extremely odd to hear it spoken out loud, used as she was to hearing it echoing through her mind from her people's normal means of communication. The room that she found herself in was small, made up of hard, tuberous material like what she'd seen around the grove where the strange flora that had blasted her in the face to leave her maddened by lust had been. There were several windows and a single doorway along the walls, a roof made up of dried leaves and shoots, and a small bell made from a seashell and a nut on a stick hanging beside the door. Ilona herself was lying on a soft mat made up of leaves and some sort of padded, cushioned material, and covered in a blanket of woven leaves. There was a clay cup filled with water next to her, a clay basin filled with water with a rag beside it, and a wicker cabinet set against one of the walls.
The woman who had spoken was sitting cross legged against the wall nearby, seemingly in meditation; they were built along similar lines to Ilona herself, with a full but not heavy chest and visible tone to their muscles. They had medium length red hair that was slightly messy, blue eyes, and wore a leafy skirt and bra made up of scale-like material that she recognized immediately as the sort that her own people wore. "The scum got you bad... Have you ever been to the surface before?" she asked before Ilona could ask any questions herself, moving to her knees with slight awkwardness, as if not entirely used to her own body.
Ilona’s attempt to push the formori away from her failed so miserably that they laughed at her, and quite vigorously at that… She could feel her stomach sinking, the despair settling over her once more. She was utterly spent in body, mind, and spirit now and she couldn’t stop the tears that trickled down her cheeks, her eyes already red and puffy. The one in front of her made his move first, parting her lips and slipping his cock steadily into her mouth, not stopping even a moment when she gagged on it. The one below was next, pulling her down and impaling her on his shaft all at once, making her groan out in pleasure… and then the third prodded at her rear hole. Her eyes briefly went wide; her anus was usually far down her tail, not something she had ever even considered using for sex.
The formori had no qualms about breaking it in, however, forcing himself into the mermaid’s tight ass without a care for how she might feel about it. Perhaps it was because of the aphrodisiac running through her, perhaps it was something else, but being penetrated like that felt amazing! There was a bit of discomfort, but it evaporated almost as soon as it was felt, and having both cocks stuffing her made her so much tighter! The three of them started fucking her, each at his own pace with his own rhythm, though all of them were rutting her quickly. She was quickly being driven mad with the pleasure, the constant thrusting stimulating her aphrodisiac-addled mind beyond its capacity to process. All the while she could feel the cocks rubbing up against each other through the thin wall that separated her ass from her pussy, a unique sensation that was elevated over anything they’d done to her previously.
The four of them came again and again, Ilona more often than the formori. They filled her full practically to bursting with their seed until every nook and cranny of her reproductive system was flooded, her bowels were heavy with wasted cum, and her belly was full to the point she felt ill, excess dribbling down her chin and onto her breasts as she failed to swallow it all. She lost all track of time, everything dissipating in a haze of bliss and despair. Her exhausted body finally started to give out after some time, consciousness mercifully leaving her… the last thing she felt was the formori pulling out of her, and a hot liquid splattering against her back.
Ilona awakened with a start laying down on a mat of leaves and other softness, still feeling weak and unwell. She tried to get up… and failed initially, her body not cooperating. She looked down to find that her belly had swollen to a practically absurd level while she slept… She propped herself up with one hand and with the other cradled that bundle of half-breeds, and she began to weep bitterly all over again as she contemplated her offspring swelling the numbers of the formori, perhaps adding her psychic talents to their arsenal as they conquered more of her people…
She was drawn out of her despair by a quiet voice speaking the language of her people. It was a strange sound, different from when it was mentally spoken directly into her mind. She turned to look at the source of the voice and found a woman seated against the wall, legs crossed as she waited. She seemed fairly athletic, with somewhat mussed but still pretty red hair and blue eyes wearing a skirt of leaves and some sort of scaly bra of a make that suited one of her people. The mermaid tried to dry her eyes, suddenly embarrassed to have been seen crying.
Ilona opened her mouth to reply and at first nothing coherent came out, just an awkward noise… She closed her eyes and thought about it a moment; she’d never even attempted to speak aloud before, and it was a strange sensation. "Nuh… nuh… no" she replied after a moment, opening her eyes and trying not to start crying again as she felt her belly. "He…hel…puh…” she mumbled, frustrated to be stumbling over such simple words, "get the…these things… out." She wanted the formori’s wretched babies out of her belly one way or the other, by any means necessary. It made her feel beyond filthy to be full of such vile offspring, and if she had any say in it they wouldn’t survive any longer than strictly necessary.
