[NSFW][JADM X Xanaphia] MtG AU: Misadventures of the rebellious dryad Planeswalker

[JustAnotherDarkMind]

Nicol Bolas and his Interplanar Ravnican Empire have won again. The uprising in Alaran colonies was a complete failure. The resistance made a mistake of not appeasing the powers that be. In Jund it was dragons, in Naya the Behemoths and their cults. Also, Bant loved civilization and order far too much to break their vassalage to Ravnica. In the end, Eve, a Selensyan dryad made rebel Plameswalker needed to carry entire uprising on herself and huge animated jungles she commanded. But in Bant the jungles gave way to forests and fields limiting the potential strength for such elementals and in Naya the existence of something plant based and bigger than the Gods the Behemoth cults worshipped was seen as an affront and in Jund the dragons had a massive advantage over walking plants -they breathed fire. The pockets of resistance couldn't connect to one another and they died separately... And Eve was forced to flee to avoid capture or death.

She was raised in peaceful commune, she was not made out to be a military leader. All she ever did was trying to raise her killed sister. She was always the willful one. She was initially the rebel type with that Gruul boyfriend of hers...

But doing so activated the latent Planeswalker spark, forever separated her from her sister as the two could never occupy the same plane together - though they maintained the connection from the time when they were essentially a single mind in two bodies and pushed the newly created Planeswalker to Naya in unified Alara.

And the reason for entire rebellion was of course the tyrannical dragon. Forming a power base from most of the Ravnican guilds, with backing from Dimir, Orzhov, Izzet and parts of Golgari he became the living Guildpact and therefore the true ruler for the city. As such Azorious gave him their full support as the highest legal authority on the plane. Simic decided to cooperate with the new government while maintaining its autonomy and Rakdos remained neutral, hoping to take part in the chaos once the civil war would inevitably begin... And he was not wrong. For Selesnya, Gruul and Boris, each for their own reasons could not agree on such a rule and they formed a resistance to his rule. But, ruled by an Elder Dragon Planeswalker, supported further by ancient magic of Guildpact, Bolas was able to form an Empire, claiming to represent civilization in the multiverse... And many followed suit. His Invasion of Alara was mostly successful, subjugating Grixis and Esper and vassalizing most of Bant. With control of nearly 3/5ths of another plane as colonies the resources flowed back to Ravnica, ushering an age of prosperity, even if paired with absolute rule of a Godlike tyrant.

And now he had his sight on another planewide metropolis. New Capenna. Ironically that was the same plane that Eve ran to, believing that this was the last plane where the enemy would look for her. She was right. The enemy would not look for her here. But it was there anywhere, preoccupied with other matters.

Naturally drawn to what little nature there was on this plane of chrome and steel, she arrived in the carefully cultivated park of Park Heights, in a secluded spot near a majestic waterfall...

@Xanaphia

 

[Xanaphia]

Where did you go? A distant, familiar voice asked. A voice tinged with loss, a voice so like her own it felt at home in her mind. Her sister, Dawn. So far they hadn't discovered a way to exist on the same plane, but they could still communicate, across the multiverse.

Not sure. It feels like Ravnica, a sprawling metropolis. Even at night, there was light. Not the natural like of the stars and moon, nor even the familiar light of fire. No, it was strange metal poles, encasing light within a glass cage.

Shuffling in the bushes drew Eve's attention. Someone's near, I'll update you later.

There was a pretty elven woman in a fancy green robe, with lush fur around the collar. She favored Eve with a curious smile, and drew closer. "You here for the party?"

Not really, but she needed allies, and a party sounded like a decent place to start looking. So she returned the elf's smile, "Absolutely."

The elf laughed, and hooked her arm with her own. "Well, all the fun's up stairs, darling." She didn't resist as the elf led her away from the garden and up a twisting staircase. As much as the courtyard felt like home, it wasn't. This was a means to an end, if there was any hope of defying Nico Bolas.

"What's intriguing is that I don't know you –And I know everyone who's anyone in New Capenna. So, tell me, where has a pretty little thing like you hidden all this time?"

"Oh, you know, here and there…" Upon reaching the second floor, they entered the ballroom, the center stage of the party. A raucous gala full of gorgeous, well dressed men and women, of all races. At the foot on the grand staircase was a particularly fashionable elven women. A little older, but she wore her age well, her sharp features suited her. She carried a large, floofy cat in one hand, and led a great, noble dog on a leash with the other.

"That's Jinnie Fay," her escorted explained, passing her a fine glass fill with a tranluscent bluish purple liquid. "She's Jetmir's second in command."

"Jetmir?"

Her companion laughed at her question, and tipped back her drink. "What tree have you been hiding in, hun? Jetmir is the head of the Cabaretti, of course. You might want to know that, if you are going to crash one of their parties."

Jetmir. Cabaretti. Eve filed away the names, identifying her first –and more promising– lead on an alliance. "Right, of course I should pay my respects. Can you introduce me to Mr. Jetmir?"

"In due time, hun. Now drink! You gotta prove you can party, if you want to join the Cabaretti!"

 

[JustAnotherDarkMind]

Cabaretti have a large supply of halo that they distribute at their parties. It is all possible thanks to their halo fountain, whose secrets they guard so much.

But, as much as strengthening and curative properties of halo are well known, the Cabaretti were particularly interested in finding a way for halo to make people more fun. And, with what used to be cult od nature before all the demonic corruption, the meaning of fun here was definitely sexual.

And they have succeeded in refining the halo in a way that it served as an efficient libido booster in anyone... Even dryad Planeswalkers.

As she downed the drink she scoured the room and found everyone suddenly looking somewhat attractive. And not just the sentient beings in the room.

Maybe it was time to forget about the woes of Ravnica and the Multiverse for one crazy night? Especially since the elf seemed to mention that she should show that she knows how to party to join these people.

Her guide finished the drink, last drops glistening on her lips.

"Oh I love the stuff. Best invention of Halo refinement ever. But I wager you're new here, not so used to the good stuff... And I see you are already ahead of us in the fashion department..."

She pointed her attention to the fact that Eve was barely dressed at all .

"As the party warms up I am certain your look would be the trendsetter here. But I do seem to have last drops of Halo on my lips... Do you want to taste them?"

She proposed with a sexy smile. But all around them, elegantly dressed people were seemingly acting no less boldly than her guide. The place was flowing with green, red and white mana. No blue offering some sort of quiet contemplation. No deception and ambition of black. Should be safe to get lost in the party and use the opportunity to make friends and learn more about where she was and what was going on

 

[Xanaphia]

Eve hadn't felt this good in a long time. Such a long time, she couldn't quite remember when she'd last let her guard down, let herself live in the moment. Before the dragon took over the city, surely. Before everything came between her sister and herself. Maybe it was okay to give in this feeling, give in to the fun. Bolas wasn't here yet. He wouldn't find her here.

With a playful giggle, Eve closed in on the pretty elf, breathing in her scent. Earthy, despite the cityscape. And her lips were soft, sweet, opening to an inviting warmth. Their tongues danced in their mouth, seeking and retreating, moving in a sensuous rhythm. Finally, when the need to breathe overwhelmed her passion, did Eve pull away, still giggling and swaying.

"This is good stuff," she agreed, not entirely sure what the drink was, and not particularly caring in any case. All she cared about was getting another drink. Even in her scant dress, a form fitting corset type top, molded delicately to her breasts and stomach and thin, sheer skirt, a sultry heat consumed Eve. Maybe the cool liquid could soothe her igniting desire. Or perhaps a few more drinks could embolden her to shed the rest of clothes, and embrace the comfort of a cool night breeze on bare skin. "Shall we get some more?"

No sooner had she spoke the words, was another glass presented to her, this time by a pair of rakish elven men. Was there a hint of horns on their forehead? Did it matter, really? "No one goes thirsty at a Cabaretti party," one assured her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pressed the glass into her hand. Eve leaned into the attention, leaning into his arms as she drank deep of another glass. Her arm went around his shoulders, pleased to find him possessing a slim, yet muscular build.

"Aren't I a lucky gal, to meet so many friendly people in a place like this?"

 

[JustAnotherDarkMind]

The elves smiled wider, hearing her comment.

"Luck has nothing to do with it. You would always find plenty of friends among the Cabaretti... If you know how to party!" -said one of them. Another was quick to add:
"Yeah. Nobody likes a bore. But if you're fun, we're friendly. And friendship is best reciprocated..."
He said as his hand slid to her lower back, stooping just short of grabbing her butt.
"But you won't be boring, would you? Your kind was known as souls of the party... Back when you were still around..."

Indeed Dryads were all but extinct in New Capenna. Most refused to move to the city and abandon their wilds so they died with them. The others refused to serve under demons. If any were surviving on the plane they chose to distance themselves from humanoids, keeping company with the plant life, straggled by concrete and metal.

But it was not always like that. Back before, when the Cabaretti were still the druids, Dryads were essential in their fertility rituals -before they devolved into Halo-infused orgies. But modern day Capennans were too corrupt to believe that the rituals were anything but what they saw today. So, among those who knew what Dryads were, they were seen as massive sluts.

 

[Xanaphia]

Even for Eve, a woman new to the plane, it wasn’t hard to figure out what the men meant by “fun.” What it would take for the Cabaretti to accept her, and join her. And it looked like it would be a very busy night for her.

This is what she was here for, wasn’t it? To make connection, to endear herself to creatures here, to build an alliance that might stand against bolas. Eve just didn’t expect that alliance making would require her to spread herself. But her beauty and sexuality were but one of many tools available to her, and she would have to do whatever was necessary to secure this alliance.

“I, uh think I can be fun,” she cooed, drinking deep of her glass for the liquid courage to play along. “You could show me how to be fun, right?” Her body, soft and supple, molded against his, and her lips tickled his ear as she whispered “I am so eager to learn from you.”

She finished off her glass, but instead of swallowing the halo, she held in it her mouth, and brought her lips to her handsome elven stranger. Cool liquid and a warm tongue joined in his mouth, giving herself over to lust and desire. Even once the kiss broke, she lingered near, cool lips still shimmering with Halo.

“Am I being fun yet?”

 

[JustAnotherDarkMind]

Halo was so insanely valuable and adored that even among the Cabaretti who were able to make it flow freely thanks to their ownership of the only Halo Fountain on entire plane, sharing it in a kiss was definitely an impressive act.

The demonic elf at first smiled widely after the kiss but, trying to mask his approval and downplay her action he quickly changed his facial expression and replied with a cocky half smile:
"You're getting there. But if you want to come with us to a convenient place where we can lie down, we would show you how you can be more fun..."

The elves did not wait for her agreement and suddenly they appeared on both sides of the girl, both keeping their arms wrapped around her waist from the opposite sides and pushing her forward towards one of the many sofas covered in vines and flowers as all the Cabaretti gardens were. While they walked her to their destination, the other elf asked her:
"So... Do you have any preferences as to the type of fun we can soon be having? I am sure we can still gather someone to come with us, should two be too small a number to satisfy your needs..."

Again referencing the popular opinion about dryads and alleged gangbangs they participated in during the 'old days'.

 

[Xanaphia]

"Well, I am new here," Eve admitted with a breathy giggle, warming herself up for what she was about to request. What she was about to invite upon herself, in furtherance of her goals. "I don't really know anybody yet. I do want to make friends. A lot of them, really. You two can help me make friends, can't you?"

Eve played up her coy flirtation, playing with her hair with one hand, and running the other down one man's chest. Biting her lip, she giggled again, actually thankful for the Halo in drawing down her inhibitions. That was no way she could get through this without it. Or, would she have even gone this far along without it?

Both men snickered as they led her to the sofa, urging her down. Not forceful, but insistent. No changing her mind now. "We can introduce you around, doll," the one behind her suggested, pulling a leaf-like sleeve away from her shoulder, while his lips traced her neck. Her breasts, already straining her top, nearly spilled out, drawing the eyes of the party.

"I'm sure everyone would like to meet you," the other man, the one before her, suggested He slid his hand into the slit of her skirt, caressing her bare thigh. Heat flowed form his touch, glowing rosy on her skin and pooling in her depths. Fuck, maybe she actually wanted this.

"So you want to meet everyone?" The one behind asked, fingertips tracing the curve of her breast over her dress. Breezing over her bared cleavage, teasing her with so much more pleasure.

"Yes," she rasped, lust clouding her mind and igniting her senses. She leaned into the man behind her, twisting her head to kiss him. "Introduce me to everyone."

 

[JustAnotherDarkMind]

The elves were obviously brazen as any lesser demons of Cabaretti but it was a bit sad to share their latest slutty nympho so early. As such they decided that they should test if she fits the stories, before offering her to the entire gang. After she has fucked then, then a bigger group and would still want more, they could be the ones to present her to Jetmir as veritable dryad slut, like legends say. Certainly being credited for such an addition to their parties would do wonders for their standing with the boss. And for that they need to let her know who to be grateful to.

"Alright girl, that's the idea. Show us what you got, then we will introduce you to more and if you can take them on and still crave more we will bring you to the Capo di tutti i capi, huh? To Jetmir himself..."

Obviously every gang considered their boss to be above other bosses as their gang was above others. Some were prone to prove it by actual arguments. Some would prove it by contest. All were ready to prove it by force. That ambition was something that anyone could exploit to provoke an all out war or to manipulate them to serve them.

By the time their conversation concluded they were taken to a secluded bench on the edge of the garden. They did not want to share even the view of their act just yet.

"So don't you think you came a bit... Overdressed?"

He said as he was looking for a way to get her out of her clothes to fully bare her body for their caresses.

 

[Xanaphia]

Eve didn't resist as they leader her further from the party. Didn't resist as they brought her to an isolated bench and drew her down on it. Didn't resist as they felt her up and slid their hands under her clothes. She'd seen this through, no matter what the night threw at her. At least these first two were rather handsome.

"So don't you think you came a bit... Overdressed?"

Eve laughed, and called upon her magic to recede the leafy garments she wore. Exposing herself to her two handsome revelers. Full, firm breasts, yielding to their touch and already erect nipples, just aching for attention. One lover took notice, leaning in to taste her skin and tease her with his tongue and teeth. Fuck, they were sharp, sharper than other elves she'd had. But now, under the influence of Halo, even that pain felt good.

The other explored more of her naked flesh, trailing a hand down her flat stomach and over her smooth, hairless mound. Fingers dancing over her plump thighs, encouraging her to spread herself. Not that Eve needed much encouragement, squirming and writhing under the focused attention of two men. Legs spread, to reveal her dripping pussy lips, already blossoming in lust.

"So the legends are true, ain't they?" One lover asked, soaking his finger in her nectar, just tracing the outside of her slit. Eve could only answer in gasps and moans arching her back to offer more of her luscious breast to the other man. The man questioning her found her clit and pinched, drawing a shuddered moan from her, "Your kind are eager sluts, aren't they?"

"Yes," she breathed, not entirely sure what she was agreeing with, but not caring in the slightest. She needed more, more of his fingers filling her, more of his mouth tasting and savoring her breasts, more pleasure until she couldn't think straight. Until nothing else mattered. "Please…"

He laughed, and slid one finger inside of her, and then another. Her cunt swallowed both digits with a moist, sucking sound, her body begging for more. "Already soaking wet for us, and tight too. You must want it bad. Don'tcha?"

" Yes! Please!" She begged, hips bridged to take more of his thick fingers. His partner left a thin line of saliva on her breast as he switched to the other nipple, biting down as the other thrust deep inside her. Eve cried out, not hiding her pleasure or denying her desire. Offering both men everything they wanted.

 

[JustAnotherDarkMind]

While Eve was securing her allies by enjoying the depths of sexual pleasure, Ob Nixilis was suffering unspeakable torment, essentially trying to do the same for his Master. Being named Ravnican Ambassador to New Capenna was especially cruel jest from Emperor Bolas. The dragon first became aware of that plane's existence and usefulness as he caught wind of the demon's plans related with it. Subduing him to his will, he forced him to abandon the dreams of conquest in favor of representing the interests of the Elder Dragon. Finding pawns, or as the official language demanded 'allies' instead of conquering the plane for himself.

To add insult to injury, he was forced to flatter and convince Xander first. As he needed to listen to one more reason why murder and organized crime is akin to art, Ob Nixilis felt quite a bit of an artistic craving rising within him. He wanted to repaint the loge in the theater that they were occupying in red. Sadly, Dragon's magic prevented him from unleashing his violent instincts. Not all was bad in serving the dragon however. As his power grew in Capenna, so would demon's importance. He would not be allowed to assasinate the 'loyal allies' but he would be likely allowed to find some way to unleash his fury on lesser members of the crime families.

But he needed to convince them to join Bolas' side first. Which forced him to 'enjoy' more of the 'fine art' and 'erudite conversation'.

He knew that in an alternative universe, where his Master was never so kind as to enslave him, he would murder that buffoon first. And would have made that spectacular.

But back to our dryad. The demonic elves had enough of the foreplay. If she was taking this many fingers, she was ready for more. As the men undressed she could see two things about their dicks. First, they were larger than expected of her species and fully erect. Second, they seemed to contain some trace of their demonic heritage. One of them seemed to have small thorns ready to burst from his shaft. Another had his manhood with very sharp edges, likely causing quite a bit of pain with his thrusts. Both were likely too large for comfortable insertion.

"So, who should take your wet garden and who should give your tongue a bit of fun? My spikey friend, or me?"

Said the elf with sharp edged dick.

 

[Xanaphia]

If it weren't for the Halo in her blood, the naked elves would have entirely scared off Eve. Even as wet as she was, either would be too much to take, and she knew it wouldn't stop with either of them. But she wasn't really here for pleasure, was she? This was necessary, to recruit allies to stand against Bolas, and his minions. She could endure this, maybe even enjoy it. Biting her lip, she examined the large cock before her, bobbing obscenely between his legs.

Maybe.

"Let me taste you," she offered, lowering herself to lick the splined cock before her. It wasn't as sharp as she worried, didn't cut her tongue on his organ, but it prodded her cheek as she opened wide to swallow him. slowly, she worked down his length, laving him in her saliva and pushing herself to take his shaft deeper and deeper.

From behind, the other man moved into position. The cushion beneath squeaked and compressed under his knee, until his thighs rubbed against her, and his bulbous head prodded her slit. Slick lips stretched to take him, drawing a groan from her mouth, and over the stiff length of his friend. His cock tried to push into her wetness, driving her deeper onto his friend's length, until a powerful thrust drove him past the resistance of flesh.

Eve screamed out as that cock split her open, his ridged member creating insane friction. Another stroke sent him deeper, and his friend took advantage of her open mouth to shove his cock in as well. Filled from both ends, eve gave up, gave in, let them use her.

 

[JustAnotherDarkMind]

As part-mortals, part-demons, the elves had their unusual cocks mostly for show and some discomfort, but not really for anything that would cause permanent damage or make intercourse too painful - after all they weren't the only descendants of the demons and they needed a way to breed.

Speaking of demons and pain, the only planeswalker demon on the plane, and one of few full demons in it, Ob Nixilis was now in pain. Both figuratively, as trying to stop his violent tendencies was getting harder and harder... And literally as the draconic magic that was preventing him from violence was causing actual pain as he struggled against it. It was not necessary part for that magic to function. It could easily stop him without hurting... but it wouldn't be very much like Bolas to stop himself from an opportunity to show his dominance by adding... a bit of injury to the insulting ways he used to police his pawns.

But he was at least getting somewhere.
"Alright. You intrigue me, Ambassador. But if you truly can travel between the Planes, show me that Ravnica you want me to ally with..."

... and there came a problem. Luckily, Bolas had some solution to it.

Coming back to our dryad, even though the demonic dicks weren't sharp enough to cut her, that didn't make it very pleasant to try and contain the unusual shapes in any of her holes... but arousal surely helped with that, due to burning need to be filled. Still the insertion into her pussy was slow and painful and in her mouth she needed to avoid the more nasty parts with her tongue, making it a difficult blowjob to do... especially if she had so little control over her movements...