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The Arena [tentacles, monsters, futa, transformation] (Hapto & Maxy)

The orgasm felt far more intense than when the odd plant from earlier had brought her to the height of pleasure, this was just so incredible, and yet it was still nothing more than rubbing against her. Tess had to wonder what had been done to her body, to make it this incredibly sensitive, far beyond anything the human body was normally capable of. When the second orgasm hit Tess almost blacked out, her vision blurring even further and making it impossible to see now that her glasses were a few feet away from her, unable to see the alien ontop of her also writhing in pleasure, though she could still feel the alien moving around, hear an inhuman scream of what sounded remotely like pleasure, though it was hard to tell. Then finally....finally it seemed to be over. Tess and the alien seemed to drop and slump, the fluid between their bodies seemingly burning itself out, now leaving only a small amount of it moving gently around their breasts. Weakly Tess reached up, flicking away the liquid with her hand. It was relatively harmless and relaxing now....but if it got elsewhere on their bodies she didn't dare imagine what would happen to them in their current state.

"Hn....g-get off me...." Tess took slow, deep breaths, attempting to push the alien off her, only for the alien to seem and snuggle up for a nap. The exhaustion was understandable, but was this really the time or the place? "Oh man...." Tess shook her head. She got the feeling that waking this alien prematurely was a bad idea given the oddities of it's body, so all she could do was lay there beneath the alien, waiting for her to wake up and hoping they would be safe in the meantime.
 
The leaves behind them rustle. The girl's head is instantly raised, held very still, grey-blue eyes intent, tentacle-hair motionlessly straight, whiskers twitching with her nose. Her bottom lip has parted slightly. When a second noise doesn't sound, she begins to relax, seeing Tess beneath her.

The girl leaps from Tess, and forgetting her tentacles still tangling Tess' legs the girl lands flat on her back. Her face blushes white, as she meekly uncoils her tentacles from Tess, the girl trying not to shiver or bite her lip too obviously as she removes the liquid from her breasts, flinging the last of it back into the lake. Then she remains rather quiet and still, face staying blushed white, as without looking directly at Tess the girl raises her hands again, wrists touching, hands held open towards Tess in a strange, submissive apology.

The leaves rustle again, the girls entire body tensing upright and still, intently staring at the source of the sound. Even when the sound doesn't repeat, the girl stays intently staring, listening to a distant melody Tess can hear also - a distant, wordless song, the rolling waves of beautifully harmonies, passionately emotive, and ferociously edged. The sound is coming from a clearing a little ways ahead. A flash of tawny white passes Tess, as the girl's body disappears into the undergrowth, darting low across the ground, heading towards the sound.

Meanwhile, in the very far distance a strangely distinct bell tolls, echoing over the entire forest. One of the thirteen distant pillars of light glows green, the distant crowd roaring their applause.
 
At first Tess didn't hear the rustle, not over the sound of her own panting for breath. She noticed for a moment the alien above her seemed distracted, but she didn't pay much attention to it. "Hnn...?" She blinked as the girl moved, then yelped as she was tugged into the air before falling back to the ground, coughing as the wind was again knocked out of her. "O-ow....." She slowly started to sit up, rubbing her head before her hand fumbled around for her glasses, eventually picking them up and pulling them back on. "That's better....I can see again..." She blinked a few times to clear her vision, then raised an eyebrow at the alien's seemingly apologetic gesture. "Um....no problem....?" She sighed, then blinked as she heard the rustling this time, looking over in the direction of the noise.

"Hm? What was that?" Tess raised an eyebrow, then after a few moments, started to stand up, glancing around as she heard the odd, almost song like, noise. "Is that music....? Doesn't sound like anything I heard before...." She blinked again, taking a step before the alien darted past her. "Wh-whoa! Geez....someone's in a hurry...." She rubbed her head, then slowly glanced up at the bell noise. "This forest is making all kinds of weird noises....ok....." She shook her head, then started to walk in the direction the alien woman had dashed off. "Now....to find a way out of here before something else happens to me......then I need to find whoever put me here and kick their damned ass....or....whatever the hell they have"
 
The path ahead is easy to follow - it's the only one that seems burnt through the jungle - or melted, one of the two. The blue leaves are cracked black, the white barks burnt around glowing embers, the white vines having seemed to recoil back themselves. All the burns seem to run in lines, like small bolts of fire tore through them. The path leads straight towards the strange singing, the sound of which is somehow... reassuring, calling Tess on. Atleast until its tempo suddenly rises or falls, breaking the harmonies.

It doesn't take Tess long to see the girl again - despite the stillness and lowness of her body, her tawny back fails to camouflage her in this blue world. None-the-less the girl stays poised low, leaning forward, whiskers twitching, as she stares into a clearing. There's movement there, and much colour, what looks like a river of opals flowing around and down from a tree - writhing desperately. It's a snake - no - a man - a thick serpentine body of opal scales coiled around a tree trunk, reaching down and widening into a lithe torso and arms and a long neck, a flat, rounded head held on the end, the jaw split with milky blue fangs set in gold flesh. The fangs part, and the sweet songvoice sounds louder, crying out, so close the sweet harmonies makes Tess feel so completely safe, so at ease, so sure that she should step into the clearing and - the head writhes again, the songs harmonies shattered with its hyponitising effect, leaving Tess standing with one foot in the clearing, note sure when she moved. Beside her the girl stares up at her concerned.

The serpent man's body writhes again, muscles flexing in their white bonds - white vines binding them to the torso, securing the the tail to the tree, and moving at the base of its torso. The serpent cries louder, furious and desperate - as between where its legs would be two long, wide shafts of gold flesh are caught in the vines' movement, white coils stroking their lengths into two pink flowers. Held on the ends of their own white vines, their pink petals glisten wet and rubbery, almost like lips, each secured and sucking tightly on the head each of the serpent's members.

The serpent's song rises again, sharp and fast, his whole body tensing as the cry disappears, then screams as one of its members tenses feircely into the flower. The flower seems to be gulping, and when the scream eventually subsides, the flower slides its lips off the gold, nubbed head, a milky blue fluid dripping from the flower's lips. Another pink flower latches onto the spare member and starts sucking in time with the vine's strokes, while the serpent's other member is stroked and sucked closer to its own orgasm, all while dozens of other flowers hover on their vines nearby, waiting for their turn. And all while the serpent's three lights hover around its writhing body, all three of them turned red.

The serpent keeps screaming its songvoice, writhing its body within its tight binds, its golden eyes glaring down at something on the ground nearby - a silver-blue ring, one end extended and tapered into a glowing blue oval. A gun - one of the ring-guns some of the contestants had taken, laying near the edge of the clearing several meters out of reach of the serpent, but well within reach of Tess.
 
"That sound....it's so....strange..." Tess shook her head. She knew she shouldn't be blindly following this sound...yet her body was moving all by itself...everytime she managed to stop, her feet moved by themselves once again, without her mind having any input. "Damnit.....can't...listen..." She shook her head, then managed to find something else to focus on, the alien woman from before. She seemed just as entranced by the sound as she was herself, but she also seemed to be watching something. "Hm.....?" Tess slowly looked up, then saw perhaps the strangest thing she had seen yet....and that was certainly saying something.

Some kind of....snake man....wrapped around a tree...what was he doing there? Then again that was the least of her concerns. As she glanced down, she gasped at what she saw. The snake man had not just one, but two throbbing erections, being toyed with by some kind of....plant? Vines and flowers, working at the throbbing golden flesh. "The hell....? This place somehow keeps getting weirder...and...." The song again, her body suddenly stepping out of the clearing. "....weirder...." She blinked, watching as one of the creature's cocks throbbed, clearly cumming, yet the flower seemed to be....swallowing it...? Then suddenly the other one started to be worked by the flower, though Tess managed to get her mind back long enough to look around again.

"All red.....no rescue is coming for him from them...but..." She glanced at the gun briefly, then back to the creature. "Maybe....time to make a new friend...." She took a slow, deep breath, trying desperately to clear her mind, to block out the song, then suddenly she pounced, lunging for the gun, pucking it up. Her mind worked quickly, it always worked quickly, figuring out the basics of the gun to aim it correctly, pointing it at the base of the strange plant that was assaulting the snake-man, then pulled the trigger, praying that it would be enough.
 
As soon as she picks up the ringgun, a very low whistle sounds, hovering on the edge of her hearing. The side of the serpent's head twitches, as he instantly turns to see her, black slits of pupils narrowing as its golden eyes stare at her. It's expression is unreadable - intent and focussed, fixed on her, but unreadable as to whether the its vision is strongly focussed to implore, or to glare down at her.

The ringgun still whines softly, circular handle glowing slightly, a blue light emanating from no visible source, circling the silver handle at a steady pace. A panel of the inner grip has extruded slightly outwards, reaching towards her fingers, the panel ready to be pressed in with a tight squeeze of the handle.

The serpent still stares intently at her, face twitching with each beats of the vines and the sucking flowers on his members, the plant's pace building fast. But still he stares at only her, as she raises the gun, points the tapered, glowing end towards the tree above him, and squeezes the handle. A bolt of liquid blue thunders through the air, disappearing into the tree leaves before they erupt bright blue. A shrill scream sounds throughout the clearing, reverberating loudly as all the white vines shake and spasm, loosening from the serpent. Then he's standing before her.

The movement was so fast she barely even saw it - one instant his bonds were failing, the next the opal-scaled serpent towers over her, burned and torn vines draping his tensed limbs, more vines falling off his shoulders with each heavy breath. The four thick, clawed digits of one hand clutch two pink flowers, their petals shaking as if trying to move, until the clawed hand squeezes their writhing shapes into a lifeless mess. The other hand flashes before Tess' body, her own hand knocked to one side by the force of the ringgun being snatched away. The serpent turns, points the gun at the now quietly burning and whimpering tree, and fires. The remaining vines spasm and scream as he fires again and again and again and again, filling the clearing with blue thundering flashes until long after the screaming has waned to nothing, the burning vines now hanging limp and silent amidst the splintered embers of the tree.

The tall serpent slowly turns to stare down at Tess, still holding the ringgun, still breathing hard, gold eyes glaring down at her.
 
Tess let out a slight sigh of relief when she hit the plant...she had never fired a gun before, she had been worried about her aim. Still....no recoil....she hadn't expected that....then again she hadn't been sure what to expect. This was obviously no normal gun...no bullets...and that blast of energy...still, when she struck her target...she couldn't help feeling a slight smug sensation. It didn't last long though. It seemed the serpent creature had somewhat more stamina than she did, able to move so quickly despite only just going through being...well...raped by a tree. "Wh-whoa..." Tess looked up as the creature moved, suddenly infront of her, then snatched the gun from her hand. Her more primal instincts told her to try and snatch it back, but her more rational mind resisted that urge, simply watching what it did next.

She raised an eyebrow as the creature started firing the gun almost non-stop. If that had been any normal gun it would proably have been empty, but it just kept going and going. She winced at the screams until they cut off, then shook her head.
"......Feeling better now?" Tess looked up at the much taller creature as it glared down at her. "You're welcome by the way" She folded her arms across her breasts to cover them up, not quite liking the way the creature was looking at her, especially not when one of his cocks still hadn't cum, so he was probably still rather.....exciteable.
 
His eyes remain focused on her. His second golden member twitches, the plant having built it close to another orgasm. But that seems the least of his concerns right now. Though he doesn't understand Tess' words, his long lip sneers at her tone, revealing a long line of milky-blue fangs. Staring down at Tess - at the alien beneath him, pink and small, a tiny flat-toothed creature - the same one that had saved him. His form tenses with contempt at the thought, and hatred at her. The front of his muzzle flashes white, as two long fangs extend.

A tawny flash proceeds a screaming roar. The tentacled girl stands between Tess and him, bent low, arms tensed back and mouth split and bellowing at the serpent. He recoils, his whole jaw sneering fangs, another two long ones extended from the bottom jaw, both pairs slick with venom. He looks down at both the creatures, and starts to defend himself. He hums.

The effect is almost instant, the harmonious tones wafting over Tess, making her feel so at ease, so - the tones shatter into screeches, the hypnosis broken as the serpent thrashes its screeching body and its held head, one side of its face bristling with the girl's projectile fangs, several of them piercing his eye. Half blinded, the serpent starts firing, blue fire blasting past Tess, the serpent luckily aiming the weapon right at her. She sees the fire thunder over her head, as her back hits the ground, two tentacles uncoiling from her legs as the girl leaps forward. The next Tess sees the girl is riding the serpent's back, two tentacle-legs pulling his arms painfully backwards, the third chocking into his neck, until the weight of his tail slams into her side and sends them both to the ground. Flashes of movement follow, the massive opal tail of the serpent rolling and crashing, the tawny girl darting, climbing and dashing amidst thundering bolts of blue. Suddenly the two fly apart, her fingers furrowing through the dirt as she skids to a low stop. The serpent stands several meters away, aiming the ringgun at her, his whole body panting furiously, face glaring fangs beneath one hate filled eye - a salvo of her fangs embedded dangerously close to that one good eye. The serpent looks at her, looks at Tess, taking stock of his options. The girl's split face bellows a last screaming roar. Its enough, the serpent huffing at both of them, retracting his fangs and seeming to fall to one side, his tail uncoiling as he dives straight into the tree-line, the tail's end disappearing a few moments after he does.

The sudden quiet is almost deafening. The three red lights of the serpent's cameras shrink into the distance. Meanwhile the girl still stays low, breathing hard, not seeming to notice the large, paired puncture marks on either side of her shoulder, or the yellow liquid mixed with her leaking black blood.

Her face is 'normal' again as she smiles at a still safe Tess. And collapses onto the ground.
 
Tess stared back up at the serpent creature, glaring at him. "What no thank you? I save your life and you just stare at me?" She frowned, then took a slight step back as his fangs started to....grow? "Oh great....this is really not good...." She frowned, preparing to defend herself, before suddenly a blur of movement occurred infront of her, the alien girl leaping to her defence, lunging at the serpent. "What the? N-no...stop it!" She needed to calm them down, they had to work together, find a way to communicate, fighting like this was only playing to the entertainment of their captors.

"I said stop! We have to-" She was cut off as the serpent's song started to play again, stumbling slightly, trying to cover her ears. "N-no....we....need to...." She took a few slow, deep breaths, then gasped as she heard the sound of the gun echoing through the air, then suddenly she was on the ground, saved by the alien girl. "D-damnit..." She rubbed her head to clear it, slowly looking up, then gasping at what she saw. The two aliens were fighting, moving randomly, the gun firing wildly into the air as the two creatures used their bodies' own weapons to attack one another, until eventually the serpent seemed to give up, retracting his fangs, then escaping into the trees. "No! Wait!" Tess reached out, then stopped, eyes catching sight of the alien woman. "Wh-what? Oh no..." She quickly turned, dashing over towards the woman. "C-come on! Damnit....you are not gonna die when I've just got someone on my side...." She growled slightly, glancing at the trees, then back to the alien. "There's got to be something here....they can't just let her die....they'll get no entertainment from her if she dies...and from the things in this place I doubt that fighting and death is what entertains these things...."
 
The girl lays in Tess' arms, shaking despite the burning heat of her skin. Across her grey-blue eyes her pink eyelids slowly blink, the eyes not seeming entirely focused as she looks up at Tess. At her shoulder her formerly black blood still flows, but now coloured a dark grey. She blinks again, longer than before. She isn't shaking as much now, the heat of her skin fading fast, the colour of her blood lightening every second. She blinks, and for a moment her eyelids don't re-open. When they do she looks up at Tess, raises one shaking arm, hand falling onto the side of Tess' face, holding.

"Iss ee?" Her sweet voice is barely a whisper, the question full of emotion, the words hopelessly alien. She tries to speak again, can't, nor can she lift her own head. So her weak hand pulls Tess down towards her, only just able to lift her own face an inch up, to kiss Tess, very warmly and emphatically. The kiss ends, and the girl's arm falls with her frozen, open-eyed face. Her blood runs pure, lifeless white. She's dead.

Tess can't move. Literally, as her muscles won't respond, every one tensed and paralysed, just like before. Two of the girl's hovering lights are arcing energy into her body, but the electric lines are less jagged, more smooth, the energy flowing through her body and into Tess, paralysing her muscles but filling them with a warm, full feeling of life. The arcs stop and Tess can move again, her lungs gasping in air. As do the girl's. Her shoulder rise her up with a start as she gasps in a new, full breath. Her eyes are wide and startled, looking at the two lights, their white light now red. She looks down at her own shaking hands, and is suddenly giddy with life, throwing her arms around Tess as her sweet voice laughs. She thinks better of it, slowly pulling back, face blushing white, embarrassed again. Her tentacle-legs rise past her shoulders to fall to the ground behind, her body rolling back as she stands a meter from Tess, looking very bashful.

A sound makes her sharply turn. In the far distance, the strangely distinct toll of the bell sounds again. Another of the thirteen distant pillars glows green, the distant crowd roaring their applause again.

"An'er uun!" the girl's sweet, terrified voice exclaims. When she back to Tess her eyes are wide and frantic. "E eed uu et ere yow! E eed uu -" Her words tumble fast, and it takes her a moment to register Tess can't understand. The girl thinks, raises one arm, points at Tess, then points to herself. She raises her other arm, holding up two fingers. Its the first chance Tess has really had to notice the girl only has four digits on each white hand, the place were a human little finger would be instead smoothly falling to the slender wrist. The girl snaps her fingers to ensure she has Tess' attention, pointing emphatically to Tess, then to herself, and raising two fingers. Then she raises another finger, and another, raising all eight of her fingers in turn, lowering them, and raising five more. She does it again to show Tess the deliberate count all the way from two to a total of thirteen. She then points to the two distant green pillars, and lowers two fingers. Thirteen minus two - eleven.

The bell sounds again, a third light going green to the sounds of applause. The girl is even more frantic now as she counts to thirteen again, then lowers three fingers - ten! Her face is full of concern. She doesn't wait very long to see if Tess has understood before she grabs Tess' hand and starts emphatically leading her towards the edge of the clearing, into the forest, and towards the three green pillars and the now ten remaining white ones.
 
"Come on now....just hold on..." Tess reached out slightly, placing her hand ontop of the alien hand on her face. "I'm alright...just worry about yourself ok?" She couldn't just let her only friend and ally in this place die, especially not die from saving her. Damnit if she'd known this was going to happen she never would've saved that serpent, she would've just taken his weapon and left him to his fate at the hands of the tree. When the girl pulled, Tess moved down with her, then blinked at the sudden kiss, unsure what she should really do, though then she felt the alien woman go limp beneath her, eyes going wide.

She tried to pull away, but found herself paralysed. Then suddenly she felt a sharp jolt of electricity, much like the one earlier but more....she didn't know the word to describe it. Less painful than before anyway. She felt her arms and legs twitch, then sudenly felt a surge of energy, any tiredness she had being washed away, before it was over just as suddenly, Tess falling over backwards and taking deep breaths, coughing a few times. "Wh-what was..." She cut off and blinked as the alien suddenly awoke, then jumped up, seemingly embarassed. "Um....ehehe....no problem...it's alright, really..." Tess chuckled slightly, slowly standing up and dusting herself down. It seemed her theory was correct. Their captors didn't want them dead, they had taken steps to ensure that whatever did happen to them, they weren't going to die. Well, at least that was one thing.

"Hm?" Tess looked up at the lights and frowned. Red seemed to mean bad here just like it did on Earth, the 'spent' circling light having turned red earlier. So following the same logic green probably meant that some of the other prisoners had reached the far end of the forest. "Ok....the way you're panicking I'm guessing that they only wait for so many to get there and everyone else gets left behind...." She nodded, then moved to quickly follow her. "Alright, let's get there fast" Tess looked at the alien and gave her a confident grin, before setting off into the forest towards the pillars of light.
 
With their new-found determination the journey ahead goes by very quickly. It also helps greatly that someone, clearly impatient, has cleared all the dangerous things before them, and as the remotely inconvenient ones as well, by blasting it all with fire. Before them a neat, burnt path extends almost straight towards the distant flashes of blue, and the steadily nearing pillars of light.

Their progress is now fast, and soon they're very nearly there, the pillars of light barely a hundred meters ahead through the forest. But by now four more of them have turned green, only six pillars remaining white. The girl frantically pulls Tess on.

On the eve of reaching their destination, a clearing opens up before them. It's nearly all burnt, charred earth and glowing leaf-remnants littering the whole expanse. A wide swath of trees ahead are burnt as well, as if someone fired blindly across the whole clearing. Yet amidst it all one flower has somehow survived. It's the largest flower Tess has ever seen, at least a foot wide, a thick purple vine uncoiling beneath and rising the flower out of the ashes to... stare at her. The strangeness of it all should be obvious, but somehow it isn't. All that seems important is just how beautiful the flower is, its wide petals flowing purple, no violet, red, yellow and green, every colour imaginable flowing in turn from the centre, curling down and around the petals, highlighting the spaces between darker folds as the liquid colour flows and merges together around the staring flower.

Tess becomes dimly aware of the girl beside her shaking her head, trying to take a step back, but only succeeding in moving closer. The flower too seems closer, getting closer every moment, and only the smallest part of her mind registers that it's her that's moving forward, the colours of the flower getting more intense the closer her body steps. The petals flash violet, and an image engulfs Tess - a memory. The moment before her first kiss. She can remember how she felt, the anticipation, fear and excitement, all remembered so clearly. And when his lips draw close, she swears she can actually feel his breath on her lips. The flower glows brighter before her, flashing violet again. And as it does another memory flashes before her, and she can feel her own hand on her thigh, teasing, slowly drawing up her leg, getting so close to... another flash of violet, and suddenly she sees herself in the throws of an orgasm, her hips bucking against her own hand. Another flash, and another orgasm, and another, every orgasm she's experienced in her entire life all flashing before her mind, the sensations all remembered so clearly, her body feeling more and more like its getting closer to being the image of herself cumming over and over.

The flowers glows a steady violet now. It flashes brighter, and new images rush over her body.
 
"I don't know if this is a good thing or bad...." Tess frowned as she looked around at the scorched environment as they made their way through. Yes it made things simpler for them to make their way through the forest, but on the other hand....what kind of creature could do this? Whatever it was she would have to make sure to stay on it's good side....if it could do this to a large area of forest then the human body would stand little chance. "I don't like this....it's too easy....after everything this forest has thrown at us then to just have the final leg be a simple jog to the finish.....no....it isn't right..." The human paranoia soon paid off, Tess immediately stopping as she saw the large flower in the center of the burned clearing, frowning at it. "I knew something was going to go wrong...."

Before Tess could try and move herself and her companion back away from the lower, she caught herself staring at it, seemingly mesmerised by it, then suddenly it was....bigger? No...no she was closer. "H-huh? No...no we have to-" She cut off as she saw something....a flashback? No....no she wasn't just seeing the memory...she was reliving it, as if it was happening right now. She shivered slightly from the memory of the first kiss, then other memories began to flash through her mind, one at a time to begin with, then more and more. "Nnngh!" Memories of the times she had masturbated herself to orgasm flashing over and over through her mind, every orgasm she had ever experienced flashing through her mind, the girl eventually dropping to her hands and knees, crying out, clenching her fists tightly as she tried to resist the urges building inside of her body.
 
Something warm touches her hands, wrapping round her wrists and slowly starting to spiral up her arms. Vines, purple, thin but feeling quiet strong as they snugly spiral up her skin. They're not totally secure yet, she can still free herself. But she's distracted by something moving between her arms, shaking off the ash, another flower rising just out of it, its petals flashing violet.

Instantly she can see herself in the shower. Her body starts to feel warmer, not just from the arousal, but from the remembered heat of the water. She can feel her own hips and hands straining a little, as if tired, as she sees her wet hips shaking and tensing, sees one hand reached between her wet legs to slide two slick fingers into her pussy as her other hand spirals her fingers over her clit. She feels her lungs gasp out, and swears she can feel the shadow of pleasure penetrating into her pussy with each thrust of her seen fingers, spiralling over her clit with each pass of her seen hand, brining her steadily closer to....

She's still kneeling, doubled over, but her hands are no longer supporting her. They're bound securely to her sides, the vines coiled all the way up to her shoulders, holding her arms with enough strength to keep her torso from falling forward, or from rising, from moving at all, even as her knees start pushing into the ground. Even as the vines start moving her arms. With a relentless strength they bring one arm round before her hips, one round behind her, her shoulder pulled backwards as the vines force her arm to reach down between her legs, until she feels her fingertips touch each other. Both her hands are now bound hovering right over her pussy, in exactly the position they were in the memory.

The flower hovers before her face, a few inches away, it's petals flowing colours again, softly, not as mesmerising as before. Suddenly the colours flash blue. Her body instantly feels very hot, sweating profusely, every drop felt clearer each moment, feeling just like before when the blue light made her so sensitive. She feels something dripping onto her hands - her pussy, throbbing so sensitive and wet just above her fingertips. The vines shake, spasming her wrists, her fingertips just touching herself, making her cry out loudly from the incredible sensation. The flower before her flashes violet, making her see and half feel herself in the shower again, hands working herself closer to orgasm. She's panting down into the flower, as it waits a few seconds, then flashes violet to show her the memory again, leaving her panting and gasping, then flashes and shows her again, and again, all while keeping her hands in the same position to the wet orgasm the plant keeps making her body remember every few seconds.
 
At first Tess wasn't totally aware of something moving up over her arms, memories still washing over her. She was vageuley aware of some slight tugging on her arms. It wasn't until the grip became more secure that she suddenly snapped back to reality, blinking through her glasses. "H-huh? Oh god...I should've known!" She tried to pull her arms away, tugging against the vines in an attempt to pull away, but then another memory flashed past her. Suddenly she was in the shower, it was almost relaxing for a moment, then yelped as she suddenly felt the arousal again.

Suddenly she was back in reality, on her knees, hunched over, hands moved down between her legs. It was becoming difficult to tell the difference between memory and reality. She was flickering between them so much. Was she really in the shower and just having some kind of delerious hallucination, or was she really in the alien forest? "N-no....nngh....ah...." She panted heavily, crying out as her fingertips brushed over her pussy lips, so much more sensitive than normal, a cry of pleasure falling from her lips, her body beginning to ache and crave. "N-no more.....j-just....just....end this....p-please...." Tess was trying to push her hands further, trying desperately to push a finger inside herself, to satisfy the lust that this plant was driving her to.
 
The very moment her finger enters her hole there's a bright flash of violet. The next she feels her two fingers slam inside her, felt so clearly her whole body cries out from the sudden - the fingers slam inside her again, and again, over and over, and she can feel ever one so clearly as if she really were right there fucking herself. Its the vines, slamming her hand against her pussy again and again, forcing her fingers as far inside her as they'll reach with each sudden thrust just as fast as in the shower.

She hears her own cry as the sensations triple, the thrusts getting faster, blindingly fast and hard, suddenly feeling like its something much larger fucking her as the vines pulls her hand up towards her back, her fingers forcefully pulling the base of her pussy upwards, stretching her body and tricking it to make her feel like every thrust comes from a large member pounding inside of her faster than any lover could. She feels her whole body jerk and spasm with her shrill voice as her pussy turns to bitter-sweet agony, her fingers furiously circling over her clit, the vines moving her hand, even holding her fingers against her so as they cringe and try and pull away from the over-sensitivity they can't help but keep assaulting her clit. And her hands are only getting faster.

Her legs try and stop it, trying to shake and thrash away from the agonizing pleasure only to find her hands are bound firmly against her body. Her legs desperately try to close even if it'll crush her own hands, only to find the vines holding her thighs firmly apart and her calfs pulled secure to the ground. There's nothing she can do to stop her hands, and even if she were able to, her body won't respond any more. Her hips have started to undulate back and forth, miming the rhythm of intercourse faster and faster with her hands, each breath coming harder and sharper, the pressure building in her abdomen as a powerful orgasm starts rushing to the surface.
 
Tess screamed as her fingers suddenly began to move beyond her control, the vines around her arms forcing them in and out of her faster and harder than she would normally do to herself, but it also felt so much better than when she did this to herself. Her mind....she was still feeling herself flashing between fantasy and reality, the lines blurring more and more. "Hngh!" Tess lost her balance, falling off her feet when the vines rammed her fingers harder and deeper into her than before, her fingers starting to feel even better than before, like something else was inside of her. It was almost impossible to tell that it was still her fingers....but somehow she was managing to cling enough to reality, her mind somehow grounded just enough to keep her tethered to real life even slightly.

"O-oh god! St-stop...! N-no...more!" Tess shook her head, crying out in pleasure, unable to tell if she wanted this to stop. Her mind and body were torn between wanting to escape from this and wanting more pleasure. She could feel her body beginning to escape her from control, starting to move by itself this time. "Nnn....NnGH!" The orgasm was building, she could feel it, but it wasn't enough....somehow her fingers just weren't quite enough to get her body past that final barrier...
 
((This post was longer, until I found a good place to split it into two. Part two in next post (otherwise it became unforgivably long) ))

The vines continue forcing her own hands into and over her, their pace constant no matter how her hips move, her arms pull or go limp, no matter what she does, the vines make her continue. But it isn't enough. Impossibly so - the blue light has made her just as sensitive as before, when one plant's lick made her cum, her hands forced to relive what made her cum in the shower a hundred times more intensely but still, she can't cum. It makes no sense, unless... she blinks, and she's staring at the violet petals, her arms still bound at her sides. They never moved. It was all just another vision, feeling just as real as if it had been so.

A moan lingers beside her. It's the girl, similarly bound kneeling on her three restrained tentacle-legs, bent over forwards with her arms bound at her sides, head lowered to look directly into the vibrantly coloured plant before her. The aftershocks of a similar vision keep her hips moving a little on their own. She looks over at Tess, blue-grey eyes staring emphatically, furrowed with desperation for release. The girl's pink eyelids blink, her attention drawn below Tess - then her face goes blank, eyes staring unblinkingly, the white of her face reflecting a violet light. Below the girl's head movement catches Tess' attention, the other flower turned to face her, flashing violet.

Then she's looking at herself. It takes her a long time to realize it, and not just because she's never seen herself from several meters distant through someone-else's eyes - but because of the wholly different world those eyes show. It's the blues, or rather lack there of, the greyer spaces where the blue of the leaves should be standing out amongst the vibrancy of all the other colours. Yellows, reds, and all the pinks, peaches and other shades in between, every one seen as clearly as though she were focussing on only them. A pleasurable shock swipes her cheek, her head flinching away to avoid hitting something beside her - or so her body thinks given the sudden brush of a vine against the tips of her whiskers. Her whiskers? But the shock has made her look down into the waiting flower, radiating the most intense grey light, making her body feel so warm and sensitive again, all the way from her bound arms to her hyper-flexible legs and tail... or rather her three tentacles, the three elastic and mobile legs bound to the ground below her. The heat and sensitivity continue to build, pooling in her lap, felt clearly over and inside her pussy, dripping with each involuntary tense, but felt nowhere clearer than her clit - both of them, one above one below, both throbbing one after another with their own sensitivity and forcing her hips to tense back and forth between them.

Her arms are forced to move in a dreadfully familiar way, her right hand pulled down her waist her left hand pull down her back. She hears a voice cry out, sweet and vibrating in her own throat, as her body recoils from the sensation rippling over her pussy, as the skin is tugged a little taughter by her back tentacle being pulled up and out of the way. As before her left shoulder is pulled back with her arm as her hand rounds her body, and her fingertips meet again over her pussy. Her throat vibrates again, the sweet voice spasming out of her body as an explosion of pleasure starts on her clit, her right hand forced to move the fingertips over it just as hard as before. But it feels different to before, as if a barrier of safety was removed, the intense feeling forcing her body to quickly spasm towards an orgasm, and one moment before a terrifying imminent release, it stops. Her hand is firmly held away from her, fingertips just out of reach of touching her clit that one final time that will make her cum. A few painful seconds later her throat is vibrating and her body spasming again, from her left hand working on her lower clit. It feels the same but so very different, the pleasure just as intense but less focussed, more deep, the orgasm seeming to well up deeper within her abdommen, quickly building, about to - the hand stops, held just out of reach of that very last touch again. After a moments of hard breathing her voice screams as her right hand starts on her upper clit, bringing her bucking hips all the way to the very verge before the stop, waiting, waiting, waiting, and her scream marks her left hand starting on her lower clit again. The sensitivity of her body lets her be brought to the verge over and over before the stop, wait, wait, and switch, every build feeling more powerful than the last, every orgasm feeling so terrifyingly imminent that it will explode forever through her body, every time stopped, one out of reach touch before, then wait, wait, wait, and switch to start it all again.
 
Tess thought it was another hallucination at first....she could see...herself? It wasn't a memory...unless she was seeing a memory of the most recent events. But....no...no this was different....everything looked....different. Things she could see before she could no longer see....whilst things she couldn't see before were now as clear as day. What was going on? She tried to make a noise, tried to move, but her body didn't respond at all how she expected....she felt...wait....what was she feeling? Somehow, Tess managed to force her gaze downwards, then let out...well...something like a scream anyway. Her vocal cords were reacting differently to the way she was trying to speak, like they weren't meant for the kind of noises she was attempting to make. She saw not her own body, but the one of the alien woman....her new companion. Was....how was she...? Tess realised quickly she wasn't just seeing things through the womans eyes...no...she was the alien, or at least inside the alien body, like they had somehow....swapped.

"HNGHRA!" Tess let out an unfamiliar moan of pleasure, then squealed as she felt the incredibly odd sensation of two clits....her body jerking and reacting in totally different ways, her tentacle like legs flailing wildly. Even if Tess wasn't being stimulated, she lacked the control to use them in any meaningful way. This pleasure...it was unlike anything she had ever felt before....it was like....like her nerves were on fire, also being electrified at the same time. The vines, combined with her new arms, it was enough to drive a lesser mind insane...literally. It was only Tess' own heightened intelligence and sheer force of will that allowed her to somehow hold on, somehow cling to herself. Tess somehow managed to squeak out some kind of noise resembling human speech, though the voice was odd and broken. "N-no.....mooore.....let.....cum..." Tess' tongue rolled out of her mouth as the pleasure kept building and building, driving her to the brink of orgasm over and over again, then snatching it away from her, denying her that very final piece of pleasure needed to send her exploding into an orgasm that she knew would be unlike anything else she had ever felt.ed to send her exploding into an orgasm that she knew would be unlike anything else she had ever felt.
 
Her words go completely unanswered, the vines continuing to move her hands in their relentless pace to the edge of one orgasm to another despite her.

She vaguely registers her feet, or rather the narrow ends of her tentacles, being lifted off the ground, her body consumed and bucking wildly into the orgasm she's just about to - and stop, but this time her voice continues, her pants laboured by her moans as she feels like something is almost penetrating her, almost, but not. It stops. In the sudden absence of the almost sensation she can feel her two forward tentacle-legs shivering, all the way down from their sensitive ends touching her own soft skin on either side of her pussy, the ends feeling the smoothness and the dripping wetness as her pussy feels the soft tips touching just either side. Suddenly she feels her whole body tense in unconscious anticipation as her tentacles pull her skin apart, forcing her lips and her hole open for the second time, making her feel as if something's about to thrust inside her and - her tentacles push her lips closed again, then pull open, closed, over and over. It seems to go on far longer than a mere few seconds, before her body is spasming, screaming and bucking under the intensity of her right hand working her clit all the way to the sudden verge and stop, moaning pants as her tentacles force her open once, twice, three times, four and the sudden burst of deep pleasure from her lower clit, the deeper orgasm so powerful it feels like it will surely break her apart just as it - stops, open, open, open, open, burst of intense screaming pleasure on her upper clit all the way to open, open, open, open, and again.

The exchange continues for what seems like forever. Sudden burst lasting until she's panting while opened and penetrated by empty air over and over, before burst all the way to panting, over and over, her orgasms built so close, so strong, so many times, both so intensely yearning within her it hurts. It goes on so long that when it all suddenly stops her body collapses forward, the vines holding her torso still letting her collapse, so as her head falls it does so right into the flower as it wraps around her face. She can still breath, air almost forced into her, smothering in the scent of sweet perfumes. Her cheeks shake in the silken caress of the petals against her whiskers, her head unable to escape the intense grey light everywhere around her. As the light grows she feels her whole body is tensing, her shaking hips trying to rise up to escape the aching sensitivity of her pussy and swelling clits, while her fingertips still strain up to try and touch them just once, just one touch, just out of reach. She feels so utterly empty as her tentacle ends pull her soft skin apart over and over, straining so hard to try and close her bound tentacles onto her desperate pussy, feeling only the drips running beside it with each involuntary opening and tense. Her muffled scream peaks as something half touches her opening, her soft, shaking and so wet opening felt so clearly she can taste it with the tip of her back tentacle. The narrow end is still wide enough to need her other tentacle-ends to keep pull her lips open, stretching her tight interior open to accommodate the girth of her third tentacle waiting at her hole. And that's all its vine-binds allow it to do - wait.

The vines around her arms, hands and fingers all tense, like muscles flexing in anticipation, getting ready for something fierce and hard, her arms reflexively responding in kind, fingers straining to reach her clits. But they still are forced to wait, as is her straining leg-tentacles and the vines, everything waiting. Waiting for her. Though her hands and all three of her tentacle-legs cannot, her hips can still move. The slightest move downwards will force her own sensitive tentacle-end inside of her, the vines around her other tentacles and arms tensing in anticipation for it, waiting for her to move her hips, and start everything happening the last, furious time.

They wait patiently for her to move on her own, and so seal her own fate.
 
Somewhere through the lust and the pleasure, Tess was starting to get pissed off. This thing...it was toying with her....not only had it switched her mind into an alien body somehow, the alien woman likely feeling just as strange from the sensations of a human body, but it was teasing her, bringing her to the brink and then denying her what it was teasing her with. She knew it wanted her to do this herself....work her into such a frenzy that she would lose her mind and give in. No...no she couldn't do it....could she? It was so hard to think.....her mind was working through an alien brain, that made it difficult enough, but then all this pleasure....well....it felt like pleasure...but...different. No....she had to hold on....she had to get away....they both had to get away.....if they stayed here then they'd lose....they'd be left behind....there'd be no hope of escape.
With a whine of pleasure and frustration, Tess started trying to move, but not in the way that the plant seemed to want her to. She started trying to pull her tentacle-like arms away from herself, panting heavily as the movement against her sensitive body sent further spasms of pleasure through her. "Hnnnnn...." She shook her head slightly, beginning to squirm and struggle slightly. She wasn't going to die here....not like this....definately not in an alien body.

The girl looked up at her own body, inhabited by the alien woman, hoping she might be able to resist too. If they didn't both escape then there was no chance of getting their own bodies back. Tess could only hope that the plant was what was keeping them like this...that if they got away they'd switch back. Tess began to squirm and struggle more, growling as she tried to focus on her anger, working through the lust. Her anger could focus her, it would be her pathway to her rational mind. "Nnnn!" She started to squirm a little more, attempting to wriggle her tentacle like appendages to try and squirm her way out of the hold of the vines, hoping that this alien body might have an easier time than a human body.
 
A moment's hesitation, then a wave of tension travels down the vines, coiling painfully into her pulling limbs, her own anger mirrored in the plant as it starts dragging her back down, pulling her third tentacle leg far away from her opening, tensing around her hands and getting them ready to tease her again, for far longer this time, for however long it takes for her too - she lunges forward, one shoulder hitting the ground hard. All the vines down one side of her body have stopped pulling, instead thrashing about, fast then slower, as all up one side of her body the suddenly severed vines hang limp.

Her vision flickers, and she's seeing the world in it's familiar colours again, in her own human body. Her skin feels very hot and slick with sweat, her hands bound just out of reach of her clit and pussy, her legs half bent back, pushing backwards, pushing the wide head of a vine to the very verge of entering her pussy. But now she is in control of her own body again. As she looks up she sees the tentacled girl half collapsed to one side, lunged forward when the vines restraining half her body were all suddenly cut. Their dark inky blood splatters the ground in a line up to a bloodied knife, held by a dark-furred, stocky winged creature, it's shape looking very familiar. The strange gorilla-bat Tess had seen at the start, perched on a tree, its wide leathery wings of arms now swooped low after it's landing in the clearing, the blue-steel knife held just above the ground by one of it's thumbed feet. But, more than that, it seems familiar, like she knows it from before, from....

She blinks and her whiskers are twitching against the ground, the world shown in reds and yellows, as in the alien girl's body Tess looks up towards Breatan Oolt - the gorilla-bat, whose name she somehow knows to be Braetan? Know, whose rank is Braetan, and whose name is Oolt. He still stares at the reeling central flower, whole body breathing hard with rage. The flower suddenly stares back, and blasts grey light into his face. He flinches, stance becoming less strong a moment, then setting again as his three white, near-blind eyes set on the flower, nostrils flaring, the bottom of his face splitting in a powerful maw screaming in fury. He lunges forward.

The last she sees is the knife slicing towards the flower. Then her vision explodes in screaming colour, so much, so fast, her own memories of school and home and Earth rushing through her, along with the girl's memories, of crystal walls and dark furred legions and the beautiful opal skies of Chilteria rushing through her mind together, and impossible rush of consciousness rolling and heaving with the death throws of the flower, until it all turns instantly black.

A sharp pang of pleasure thrusts her out of unconsciousness, exploding within her pussy in the single thrust of something burying itself all the way inside. It's over in an instant, but her sensitive body is left heaving and shaking from the near orgasm from her over-sensitive pussy. She can't feel anything penetrating her now, but suddenly her whole body tenses again as something moves deep within her, making her vision flash, seeing again through the girl's red-yellow vision shaking as she feels something moving inside her pussy too, so intense her body buckles forward, straight into a pair of waiting arms. The sensations are over in an instant, and hazily she looks up, seeing the Oolt's three white eyes staring down at her.

As soon as she's stably on her 'feet,' Oolt throws himself to one knee. His winged arms fold like a cape around him, one foot holding the knife on the ground before his reverently lowered head. His wide lips move, his voice guttural and deep as he quietly booms the words: "R'till em."

Tess blinks, and then she's looking over at the kneeling tentacled girl, stnading before the prostrate gorilla-bat - before Braetan Oolt. "R'till em," he repeats, adding "Quellet." And Tess understands the words. From the hazy jumble of new memories moving through the back of her mind, she understands Oolt's words, humbly directed up at the girl he dared to touch. He said: "Forgive me, Princess."
 
Tess let out a grunt as she was suddenly slammed into the ground, but sheer willpower allowed her to work through the pain. If anything, the vines attempts to hurt her just gave her more focus, more ability to resist their attempts to pleasure and tease her. She tried to squirm her way free, then suddenly one side of her body flailed, the ability to move restored instantly as the vines were unexpectedly cut, though Tess had no idea how to actually control this body in any real way, so her tentacled arms and legs seemed to flail randomly for a few moments until she settled back down again.

Before she could entirely process what had happened, Tess suddenly found herself back in her own body, hunched over, hands bound beneath her, between her legs, something prodding ever so slightly against her pussy....but then she felt herself able to move, twitching slightly and pulling slightly against the vines, then blinking as she looked over at the sight before her. First she saw the tentacled alien girl, whos body she had been inhabiting...or sharing...it was hard to tell...she was freed...or half freed at least. But then she caught sight of some other.....thing. Some kind of....animal? No....it moved with intelligence unlike an animal....she remembered seeing this thing at the start....it was another of the competitors...not just a wild animal of this forest. "He's.....helping us...." Tess panted slightly as she squirmed again in an attempt to pull herself free, then looked up at Breatan Oolt....wait...how did she know that? Why did she know that? Where had such an unusual name come from?

"I....how do I-AH!" Tess suddenly cried out in pain, eyes closing as memories rushed into her mind. Her hands immediately struggled against the vines, trying to clutch at her head, the pain feeling like it was going to split her head open. Her brain was being filled with sights...sounds...feelings...memories! They were meshing and mixing with her own memories...a lesser mind might have been overwhelmed...at the very least confused...losing itself to the new memories...but not Tess. Tess was intelligent...strong willed...stubborn. She clung to herself passionately...she refused to lose herself...allowing the memories and knowledge to flow into her mind.
Just as she was getting used to the influx of information, or perhaps because it was slowing, there was a sudden jerk of pleasure, Tess crying out again as she felt something ramming inside of her, she just assumed it was the ine of the plant, then suddenly she was dropped to the ground, leaving her panting heavily. "A...ah....oh...oh god...." She twitched, attempting to slowly sit up, then cried out, hunching over as something moved...something inside of her....and yet she felt nothing penetrating her....nothing moving into or out of her...just moving around inside her....but then as soon as the sensation had began, it stopped. "Nnnn...." The girl slowly started to sit, looking up and adjusting her glasses, blinking through them and up at the somewhat larger Oolt.

"I...hate....plants..." Tess started to shakily get to her feet, then blinked as Oolt suddenly knelt down before the tentacled girl who was also on her...well...not her feet but...the tips of her tentacles at least. And then he spoke...and Tess understood. "What...? Why...why do I...how can I understand that...?" Tess closed her eyes, rubbing at her temples. The knowledge and memories....they were the girls. But it was foggy.....subconscious knowledge like their language....it was easily accessable...she just...knew it...she knew how to understand them....but any conscious knowledge...specific memories...they were harder to access, Tess' mind still trying to seperate out what memories were hers and which weren't.

"You're....a princess..." She looked up at the tentacled girl, wondering if she could now understand what Tess was saying....maybe whatever had happened had been two ways. *Wow....I definately made the right choice when I saved her....* "Look.....as much as I'd love to stay here and rest...." Tess looked towards the lights at the far side of the jungle. "We need to move....now" She pointed to them quickly. "We can't get left behind here" She looked back towards the other two again, hoping at least one of them understood. Absent mindedly, Tess touched at her stomach....what had been moving inside of her....was there still something there....? Well...right now she needed to focus on getting out of here...she'd worry about that later.
 
Oolt's reaction is swift, Tess' words wrenching his head round towards her, white eyes staring, wide lips curled back from his large, sharp teeth. Her new memories quickly shout the meaning of the sudden anger, the words behind the snarl: 'how dare you - how dare you address royalty without being addressed, as though you were her equal.' But his teeth and rage are instantly hidden by the idle motion of the girl's hand, silencing him back to his low, waiting bow. The girl is watching Tess' moving mouth, tentacled head tilted to one side, large grey-blue eyes staring with intent confusion. She speaks, her voice sounding strange, young and sweet, almost human but for a strange chirruping that edges the consonants and echoes the vowels. But to the surprise of Tess, and the girl herself, she says: "Iiy... I yunder - I understand, youu?"

Oolt doesn't move, head still lowered before his Princess. But one of his large ears, covering the whole side of his head and tapering above it, is angled at Tess, watching constantly. He obediently shows no outward reaction as Tess continues, and the girl listens, surpised by her own understanding. She follows Tess' pointing to the lights, and recoils from their newly decreased number. Another one has vanished, only five places remaining.

"Medr!" She curses, quickly turning to Oolt. "Braetan - uard suu err, yow!" And Tess understands the order of: 'Commander, escort us there, now!'

Oolt bows sharply, and in a leathery crack his wings unfurling far to his sides, one resounding beat lifting him straight off the ground, soaring above the clearing, beginning to circle their position. The next thing Tess knows the girl, the Princess... Princess Qhiite... Qhii, has Tess by the arm, emploring pulling, half dragging her forward off balance, making her stumble and run with the girl straight towards the lights. Towards the five remaining spots, the end, the end and the time diminishing promise of freedom now barely a hundred meters away, nothing but the last few trees left before them.

While deep inside Tess, something pleasurably stirs once, and goes back to sleep.
 
Despite how anxious she felt, Tess stood her ground as Oolt glared at her, snarling angrily at her. Yes she had addressed 'royalty' without being addressed first, as far as Tess was concerned this alien wasn't her princess after all. Besides, after what the two had been through together she felt a little more than entitled to refer to the tentacled woman with a little more informality. Hell, this princess owed Tess her life after the incident in the river. It seemed the girl at least partially agreed....or at least felt that there wasn't time for formality right now. "Hm?" Tess blinked at the girl speaking of understanding. So....it had been a two way process after all. Had this alien absorbed Tess' memories the same way that Tess appeared to have absorbed hers? "Whatever the reason....yeah we can understand each other now...certainly going to make things easier I gotta say....now...."

She turned again as they all looked at the distant lights, Tess cursing as another one vanished. Five left.....if more than two more of them went out they were screwed. "Gah!" She stumbled back, covering her ears as Oolt suddenly cracked his wings and lifted up. "A little warning next time!" She growled up at him, then moved to start following Qhii as she ran...well....if you could call it running with what equivalent the girl had for legs. "Let me guess....you were kidnapped too right? Just....scooped up out of your normal life?" Tess gasped, twitching as she thought she felt something inside of her....but no...it passed as soon as it had come...must've just been an after effect of that beam from earlier making their bodies more sensitive.... "When I get my hands around the neck of whoever's responsible for us being here....."
 
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