Evergreen Forest Ch. 14

She leaped over a fallen log and stopped.

The path. Her eyes lit up. She sprinted over and leaped onto the dirt trail, feeling that familiar, slightly unwelcoming buzzing sound in her skull. Yes! The path! Hostile fey wouldn't dare come here. She was saved! She giggled nervously, reaching back and scratching her ears. The dryads would not dare...

She stopped.

Sniffed.

Sniff. Sniff.

"Anna!" Her eyes widened. Anna, the most perfect, most beautiful and caring and hot and funny and busty human woman she had ever met. She had been here, or near here. Nipper could smell the...

Her cheeks went red as she realized what she was smelling and why it was still so strong. Below, her still-hypersensitized pussy drooled a little.

She looked around, frowning. If only Yilra was here. Catgirls could hear like no one else, and Nipper's magic gave her a tremendous sense of smell to boot, but rangers were the ones who really knew how to find tracks. Nipper felt a little bit out of her element, but she hunched down, sniffing around for a trail.

It took her about a minute.

There! She looked up sharply. She had the scent.

The young fey ran as fast as she could over the muddy path, following the faint smell of Anna's dripping juices. Anna had come this way, no doubt alongside the others. The dryads had allowed them to escape across the Wraithstream so they could get over here and carry the females' magic over.

If Nipper didn't hurry, they'd all be turned into more mindless sex slaves like Lisso, living toys, dedicated only to the next fucking.

Nipper swallowed. Right now, that didn't sound so bad to her. Being surrounded by a bunch of hot immortal women sounded pretty good to her, in fact, as someone who had spent the last few hours getting fucked by them and their lust sprite harem.

She remembered those tongues. Those teasing words. Those magical fingers.

Nipper realized she was starting to slow to a steady jog. She reached up and rubbed her eyes. It was getting harder and harder to remember why she didn't want this. Lying beneath a bed of beautiful women, letting their flowers cover her, letting them call her their "pet pussy", letting them fuck her forever and ever and...

Nipper licked her lips. She realized her awful mistake almost instantly.

The catgirl nearly keeled over from the sudden flood of sensation. She gasped for breath as her cunt flooded, her mind drowning in a tiny orgasm. "Oh! Oh...oh, nooo..."

She fell to the ground, rubbing herself furiously all over her body. Her lips were still slightly inflated, and incredibly erogenous thanks to the lust sprites' magic. Her rough catlike tongue on them...

She had retracted her claws and thrust her fingers into her cunt before she knew what was happening. And before she could tell herself to stop, she came, squealing with pleasure.

She was licking her lips ravenously to prolong the orgasm as long as possible. Unfortunately, fey did not exactly stop coming. A fey that came just got hornier and hornier, and more and more insatiable. Nipper felt the urges threatening to overwhelm her.

"Yes," hissed a vaguely familiar voice in her head.

"Oh, yes," whispered another.

"It can wait," cooed a third.

Yes. Nipper moaned, thrusting her fingers back in and rubbing her clit desperately. Oh, yes, it could wait.

But no! She struggled. Her mind fought the current of bliss, struggling mightily to stay afloat. She tried to think of Anna, to think of the wonderful, wonderful, perfect being who was counting on her...

...but instead found herself thinking of Anna, thinking of those wonderful, round breasts, that gorgeous golden hair, that lusty look she'd had in her big blue eyes when the dryad had pretended to be her...

"Yes," the voices hissed. "Keeeeep fucking yourself. Feels nice. Feels good. Feels right. Keep fucking yourself, kitty. Be our good kitty?"

Nipper gasped and whined as she hit another orgasm. She spasmed on the path, utterly helpless. She ran her fingers along her clit with lightning speed and triggered another.

She probably would have kept doing this indefinitely, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm, lost in pleasure until a dryad or sprite found her and made her their new 'pet pussy'...

...had a new scent not caught her attention.

Her arousal didn't exactly go away. Nothing could make this burning need go away. Nothing could make those sexy, seductive voices go away.

But it sure as hell lessened as she caught a scent catgirls instinctively loathed. A natural predator. She sat bolt upright, her horniness momentarily forgotten. What was she doing? She couldn't stay here and fuck herself. People were counting on her.

"Oh, why bother?" came the pouty voices in her head. "Just keep stroking...stroking..."

She forced herself to keep her mouth open. Her lips parted. Anything to keep those sensitive, beestung lips of hers from touching and setting off anything else. She felt like her body was on a wire right now. Or maybe a taut spring. The slightest leaning would send her tumbling back into a place of nonstop pleasure.

So she walked stiffly, almost bowlegged—giving her moist lips on both levels plenty of space.

Nipper had smelled the faintest whiff of an Arachne Girl. A young one. Catgirls did not dare challenge adult Arachne Girls, but the younger ones...

Nipper wasn't sure just what she'd do when she found it. She wasn't much for murder, even of such despicable creatures. But she had a feeling that where she found this awful abomination, she would most assuredly find her true, dearest love. The Arachne Girl had done something so her. She could just smell it.

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Nipper had been running for about a minute, running with all her might, focusing on the scent and sounds. Her tufted ears were perked up all the way despite her urge to flatten them completely. Her eyes were wide open, surveying the land. She'd tried closing them, but that actually seemed to make ignoring the voices harder. Images would crop up unbidden in her mind. So she tried to keep the thoughts and suggestions buried deep as bedrock, to bury them in the sediments of scents and sounds.

"Come, now," whispered the voices, echoing each other in an unending cacophony of thoughts. "You're so tired. Your long, sleek legs are so tired, aren't they? Those legs are for spreading, pussy. Spreeeading..."

Nipper came to a halt, sniffing the air with interest. Although Nipper resembled an average human woman in almost every way—her skin was perhaps a trifle lighter than was common in this region, and her dark hair, normally done up in a ponytail, did frame a pair of catlike ears, and her breasts were maybe a bit larger than average, and her catlike eyes did have pupils and oh yeah there was a tail...

Although her nose looked quite ordinary, short and narrow and curving just slightly upwards at the tip, it had been enhanced by fey magic to be as powerful as that of a Western Wyrmswine. She was quite good at sensory enhancements. Luckily, she'd been too...

"Fucked," chorused the voices, "filled, fucked, frigged, filled..."

...distracted to think to enhance her touch senses while under the dryads' sway. Had she been convinced to do that...

"You'd still be here with us!" Unbidden, several images flashed in front of Nipper's open eyes. Her, lying spread-eagle on the moss, letting two dryads take turns licking her out while three others cradled her head and tickled her lips with feathers. Her, licking out those delicious dryad juices, while from below flowers and tendrils crept into her flowing vagina. Her, locked in passionate embrace with—

She snapped herself out of it. Those weren't her. They were from them.

"No, no," giggled one voice. "We can only remind you of what you want. You tell us with your treacherous thoughts, pet pussy, with your treacherous body. You can't fight it."

"Can't fight it."

"No!" Nipper snarled under her breath.

She realized she'd stopped running.

She sniffed. Yes. This was it. She could smell it distinctly now, despite the everpresent stench of vanilla. Vanilla was normally a pleasant odor to her, but to her nose, right now, it was downright sickening in its strength.

But she was positive: Yilra was definitely in the area.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

Nipper dropped onto all fours and ran off the path, scampering with much greater ease over and under impeding foliage. She sprang over a log and looked around, hurrying over to a deerpath. She could see one of Yilra's crutches hanging in a tree branch up above, though only her keen night vision allowed her to spot it.

The smell was much stronger here. She smelled several scents. Snatch. Or was his name Alrek? Everyone had been very confusing about that. The cranky one, she decided. Yilra, the legless ranger. She eyed the talon-like crutch with certainty. Even the Arachne Girl's scent was here, and it was fresher than ever.

And Anna. Anna's delicious scent was inescapable. Nipper breathed deeply, feeling her legs quaking. "Keep it together," she whispered to herself.

"Keep it apart," husked a voice.

"Spread an' finger, pussy!" sang another.

Nipper gritted her teeth.

The poor fools had been led onto one of the Evergreen's insidious fake paths, she realized. Humans couldn't sense the difference like fey could. Come on! The real path has that obnoxious buzzing noise in your head! Surely even they could get some idea. It's practically boiling over with nasty spellwork.

A fake path would offer no protection. Would lead exactly where the dryads wanted them to go.

She looked around. Yilra's scent was still strong. She was here!

"Hello?" she called. Much as she hated instinctively giving away her presence, especially with an Arachne Girl in the area, she was out of options now. "Is anyone there?"

There was a pause. She stood up, tapping her foot anxiously. She looked around again, making sure nothing was sneaking up on her.

"Nipper," came a voice. It was faint. Weak. Drowsy. It came again, slightly louder but still barely more than a whisper. "Ni—"

It cut off. Nipper heard choking sounds.

Nipper took a step forward. Her eyes narrowed.

She dropped back to all fours and started running, loping with great leaps towards the sound of Yilra's voice. "Yilra! I can't smell you—this stuff's all over me!" She did a somersault, barely avoiding a swooping vine as it lunged for her. They're here. They know I'm here. This is bad. "Listen, it's not what we thought! They're dioecius!"

Please let her know what that meant. She's a ranger. A toxin ranger! She has to know what that means.

She heard movement. But the voices in her head were starting to grow louder, and what had been a steady input was rapidly becoming a nonstop stream of lusty thoughts.

"Drop and spread," they commanded. "Scream your lust. Mm, beg for it. You want it. You know you want it."

She stopped running. Was the smell stronger here? She straightened, looking around uncertainly. Irritated, she rubbed her pollen-covered nose and gave a mewl of annoyance.

She heard something. A whisper.

"Hey?" Her ears perked up "Someone there?"

"Oh, you wish. Asking for it. Drooling for it."

Nipper squirmed slightly. She screwed her eyes shut and pawed at her ears, little puffs of powder coming out. "Ugh! I hate dioecius dryads! Hate-hate-hate-hate-hate!"

She paused, listening again. Anything? Anyone?

"You just want us to come for you, don't you?" A chorus of giggles sounded from within her mind. "So nice of you to wait for us, you little slut."

Nipper swallowed. She was starting to get wet again. "Yilra? I'm...I'm scared, Yilra."

"Don't fight it, pussy. Be our pet pussy again. You know how much you loved it last time. Tongues, tendrils, moanings and cooings and such cute little mews..."

She swallowed again, trying and failing to stop herself from squirming as she realized how stimulating this effect was becoming. "I-I'm not..." Able to resist this, she thought, feeling weak inside. I can't hold on much longer. And they're coming for me, Yilra, I can't stay on this path. You need to make a sound. Any sound. A whisper, even.

She looked around, the constant murmur of voices building into a dull hum of sex and lust. She couldn't see anyone, but she could hear the crackling in trees all around. Somewhere here there was a toxin ranger, someone who knew how to get rid of this pollen, someone who could maybe get all these voices out of her poor failing brain.

Her brain felt like it was melting into goo, and soon these voices would be all that remained.

She shivered. "A-are you there, Yilra? I don't know what's going on. These dryads play tricks."

"Ooh, we don't play tricks, kitty. We just remind you of your proper place."

She suppressed a moan as a faint breeze caressed her breasts and ass cheeks. "They need us to carry their...their pollen, Yilra. The girls give us the pollen, and the guys use it...use us..." She realized she had almost forgotten the drone of voices. It was fading into the back of her consciousness. She couldn't hold on to it. Couldn't fight it. Couldn't hold on. Couldn't fight.

Nipper had never felt so helpless. As a fey, she had a naturally high sex drive, but...well, she was into girls. And she was more than sex. She knew she was. She didn't want to get raped, not here, not now, not ever. She couldn't let this happen to her. She couldn't let everyone down. Not Anna. Not herself.

"They're essence eaters, Yilra. They're l-like carrionbirds. They use us to mate, and then use our essence to..."

She heard something. A twig snapping.

"Yilra?" She heard her voice break, for a moment filled with pathetic hope. "Yilra, is that you?"

She squinted. In the darkness, something was moving quickly towards her.

Flowering tendrils crawled across the branches, across the forest floor, moving with terrifying speed straight for her.

"Waited too long!" sang the voices. Their voices were filled with cruel triumph. "And now you're gonna be our mewing little slut, just like you always wanted! Curiosity fucked the cat and put her in her place!"

Nipper felt her lust suddenly magnifying to tremendous levels. She managed a scream that was almost a moan and took off running. I'm sorry, Yilra, she thought, eyes tearing up.

She had to make the path.

"Silly pussy. You can't escape. Your brain's just too small and gooey now, isn't it?"

"Not that that's much of a change!"

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered. She tripped on a tree root—or a tendril still hot on her heels. She couldn't tell which. She hit the ground and kept running on all fours. "I'm fey! We're not s'posed t-to—"

"Ooh! Filthy little kittyslut thinks she's a real fey?"

"I told you she was stupid. Just like all kittysluts. Your kind are worse than humans."

Nipper felt something wrap around her ankle. She hit the ground, crying out in pain. This time, she couldn't just keep running. She turned, clawing madly at the vine that had done the deed. More little thin tendrils were wrapping around her other leg, spiraling towards the calf. She whimpered in fright.

"Nuh-uh! I say they're way better than humans. Humans are only good for fucking us and being fucked. But kittysluts...

"...well, they're basically just wonderful tongues with pretty faces."

Nipper realized she hadn't even extended her claws. She was just pawing uselessly at the vines as they secured her two ankles.

"Tongues that make such adorable little sounds," several voices sang. Their voices bubbled up in her head, filling her mind with a burning hunger.

She tried to extend the claws now, but an image of her frigging herself off flashed into her head. She found her hands creeping towards her cunt, and the tendrils just kept growing. "No. No!"

"My kittens should always say yes," said a male voice. She looked up.

A tall man with long green hair, pale skin, and a fully erect penis was walking towards her. She stared at him, still struggling futilyy against the grip of the plant life. The tendrils started to wrap around her upper calves.

The dryad smiled at her, putting a finger to his lips. "My, but you are trussed up, aren't you?" He stooped, running his fingers through her long blank hair. She wanted to snap—to bite his finger off—but somehow she just found herself staring at him. She felt her head slowly move with his hand, brushing her cheek against his rough knuckles in some pathetic show of catlike submission.

"You know you want it."

"Let us cure you, kittyslut."

The tendrils and orchid blooms began to wrap around her inner thigh. She let out a little mewl at the sensation. The delicious, glorious sensation. Finally, her body sang. Finally.

"Mm." He cupped her chin in his rough hand. "You like that, don't you?"

"N-no..."

He smirked. "I told you, kittyslut." She gasped as the tendrils began to creep into her dripping, desperate cunt, tickling her clit, forcing her to buck within her bondage. "Say yes."

"Y—no." She squirmed, rubbing her legs together. It felt so wrong...

"Soooo good," cooed the voices. "Soooo horny. Suuuch a stupid kittyslut; just wants us to take it and pet it so it can lick us forever and ever..."

The voice of Anna—a false Anna, she knew, but still beautiful in its lies—sounded in her head. "Mm...I'm waiting for you, Nipper.""

"A-Anna?" Nipper whispered.

"Yes," the dryad said. He ran his fingers over her lips, laughing as she whimpered from even that slight touch. "Yes, you know you can't fight. Why would you ever run away from this? What a silly slut you are."

"No. No!" Nipper struggled to get away from him, but by this time the tendrils held her tight. They lifted her into the air by the arms, forcing both them and her legs to spread wide. She found herself totally trussed and spread in midair, staring into those bold green eyes, totally helpless against his perusal.

"Yes. Yes." Anna's voice laughed. "Nipper, don't fight this. I'm waiting for you. Give in to it."

"Y-you aren't real," the catgirl hissed.

"Oh?" The dryad smiled. "Is this real?" he reached over a hand and tweaked one of her nipples. She let out a cry, screwing her eyes shut.

Despite herself, with her eyes closed, she found she was imagining that it was Anna doing this to her, and not a man at all. The image filled her mind instantly as the dryads in her head sprang upon it. It was so much...nicer. Easier.

"Yes, kittyslut.. Yes."

"I'm real," Anna breathed. "And even if I'm not, I'm real enough, aren't I? Real enough to..." Nipper felt the dryad tweak her other nipple. The tendrils exploded within her, driving her mad with ecstasy as she came closer and closer to coming. And once she did, the pollen would begin to trigger.

"And you'll be ours for good." A finger pressed against her lips. Despite herself, she felt her mouth slowly opening, willingly allowing it to enter, to fuck her sensitive lips and fill her with strange pleasure. She drowsily ran her tongue over the finger, sucking on it slightly. "Yes...good little sucking kittyslut. Be a good pet pussy for us."

Nipper felt her eyelids growing heavier. She couldn't possibly open them. All she had to do was pretend.

She felt her orgasm building. Felt her body going horizontal. Felt Anna—felt the dryad wrap her—wrap his legs around her waist. Felt him straddle her against the soft ground.