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A soft groan issued forth from beneath the bundle of soft blankets atop the large bed, the woman within trying to cling to her comfortable sleep. But despite her desires her mind and body urged her to open her eyes, and with reluctance Inkblot emerged from her blanket cocoon to greet the new day. She yawned, stretching her arms out wide, and slowly cracked open her eyes, expecting to see the familiar interior of her comfortable room. Instead, she found herself in a place altogether unfamiliar.

"What the..." Confused, and questioning whether she was indeed awake or still fast asleep, the young woman rose from the bed to take in her new surroundings. The large bedroom was grander than any she'd usually take, the room seemingly made from polished marble, the floor covered with an elegant and comfortable rug. Looking back, she noticed just how plush the bed had been, with all the rest of the furnishing having a similar air of opulence. Nothing looked familiar. In fact, the only thing Inkblot recognized were her usual robes and cloak, neatly folded on a nearby vanity.

"I must be dreaming." Amazed, Inkblot's eyes fell upon a full length mirror along one of the walls, bordered with an ornate golden frame. Her reflection was, thankfully, quite recognizable, from her fox like ears and muzzle, along her soft curves and right down to her paws. Her white fur, accented with black markings along her body and limbs, were as she always remembered them. She took just a moment to take the reflection in, her glowing white eyes taking in every detail to make sure nothing was amiss. Indeed, she seemed to look just like the Void Fox she knew and loved. Once satisfied, the vulpine woman threw on her robes and cloak, her three tails swishing about in agitation as she made for the door, determined to find out what in all the hells was going on.

"If this is some kind of joke or prank, someone is going to pay dearly."

Her annoyance vanished when she stepped through the door, finding that more than just her room had changed while she slumbered. Her jaw dropped, eyes wide as she gazed at the endless void of stars around her. Her room seemed to be floating about in space, bound to no worlds or realms as far as she could tell. A marble staircase was her only option, aside from returning to the room, with a larger platform of the same marble just beyond. Determined to find answers Inkblot ventured forward, quickly ascending the stairs to what was apparently a shrine or altar of some kind. The circular platform, lined with useless marble columns, bore a small pedestal in the center, and nothing else. Standing around said pedestal were three tall individuals wrapped in brown robes. These beings turned to face Inkblot as she stepped forward, their faces hidden behind blank white masks.

"Greetings, Chosen Savior." The nearest being greeted her in a monotone yet pleasant voice.

"We trust your rest was pleasant." Added another, their voice identical to the first's.

"We have long waited for your arrival." The third, with the same voice as well, finished.

"What the crap is going on here?" Inkblot's frustration had gotten the better of her at this point. This was no simple prank, to be sure, and she wasn't awake enough for any of this. "Where the hell am I?"

"Our apologies." The nearest robed being proclaimed. "We know this must seem strange to you, who were called here in your sleep, and brought here without warning."

"But you must understand, the fate of this place rests solely on your shoulders now."

"Only you, Chosen Savior, can ensure the survival of this realm, and all who dwell within it?"

"Welcome to Unaria." all three said in unison, their identical voices seeming to echo in her mind. "Will you please save us?"

Inkblot's tails twitched, the white fox looking around for some kind of clue as to what was going on. Nothing made sense, and the masked trio, so far, weren't helping. "Am I dreaming?" She finally asked. "This is all just a dream, isn't it?"

"If only it could be so." The first replied. "This is reality, Chosen Savior, and our world is on the brink of chaos."

"We, the Wardens of Unaria, have long been waiting for you to arrive to put things right."

"You must help us make right what is wrong. Our god is dead, and we need your help."

"You want me to be your god?" Inkblot nearly laughed at that one. "Listen, I don't know what's going on here, Warden guys, but I don't think I can be your god. So, if you don't mind, I think I'd just like to go home now."

"You cannot leave, please." The first Warden seemed to plead, though it was difficult to be sure. "Our god can be reborn, but we need the Chosen Savior to pass the Trials."

"If the Chosen Savior can pass all three Trials, they will have the strength, power, and knowledge to return our god to us."

"And you are that Chosen Savior. You are the one who will pass these Trials, and our god will be reborn. You must help us."

Inkblot let out a heavy sigh, crossing her arms as she took it all in. Looking around, she could see no other ways out of this place. She could go back to that room, and try going back to sleep. But if this wasn't a dream, it wouldn't do her any good, she knew. She would just wake up here, with these three, trapped as far as she could tell.

"So, if I do these Trials and help you guys, then I can go home?"

"Yes." The Wardens intoned, Inkblot's ears flinching at their booming combined voices.

"Well, then I guess I have no choice. So what's the deal with these Trials of yours? I mean, there isn't anything here, so what could you possibly want me to do?"

"The Trials will not take place here, Chosen Savior. You will be sent to three realms, connected to and a part of Unaria, where you will partake in the Trials."

"Three realms for three Trials. The Trial of the Body, where you must use your physical strength and endurance to triumph over the challenges you will face."

"The Trial of the Mind, where your wit and your cunning will be put to the test."

"And the Trial of the Soul, where you must overcome your innermost being and truly understand yourself to achieve victory."

"Right. Of course." Inkblot rolled her eyes, the whole ordeal sounding more convoluted by the second. "And what, specifically, should I expect from each of these Trials? What exactly am I supposed to do?"

"The exact tasks vary from person to person."

"Your Trials will be your own, challenging but not impossible."

"You will likely know them when you see them."

"Great. Thanks for clearing that up." Inkblot groaned, slapping her palm against her forehead. "So how the fuck am I supposed to know when I've completed these Trials if I don't know exactly what they are going in?"

"Each realm will tax you in different ways."

"But each Trial has a Lord, a guardian that rules over each realm."

"The challenges within are meant to prepare you for these Lords. Their defeat is your victory."

"Like the end bosses of each level?" Finally, something she could work with. "Alright, I can handle that, I guess. Go to each level, fight my way through, then beat the boss at the end. So, where do I start?"

"The choice is yours, Chosen Savior."

"Body, Mind, or Soul. Where would you like to begin?"

"The order matters little. All three must be completed to return our god to us."

"Sweet, choose your own adventure style." The Void Fox clapped her hands together, preparing herself for this odd and unexpected quest. "I guess I'll start with the Trial of the Body first. Get the blood pumping before I have to do any heavy thinking."

"As you wish."

With amazing speed, the three Wardens surrounded Inkblot, their arms raised to the heavens above. Panic set in, but before she could react they began intoning in a language she couldn't recognize, their voices booming in her ears. Their words seemed to overwhelm her senses, Inkblot falling to her knees without even realizing. All she could hear were their mighty words as her vision slowly faded to black.

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The next thing Inkblot felt was the warm sun shining on her and the gentle breeze gliding over her as birds sang cheery songs in the distance. With a groan she opened her eyes, forcing herself to her paws to get a bearing on her surroundings. No longer in that strange void world, she found herself instead standing atop a small hill, a well worn path leading down into a vibrant green wood laid out before her.

"Well I guess I'm just here now." She muttered, finding herself quite alone on the scenic hilltop. "Perhaps a little more advice on what the hell I'm supposed to be doing here would have been nice! Maybe a name and location for this Lord I'm supposed to beat? Or perhaps even a direction to head in? It's dangerous to go alone, y'know!"

The white furred fox let out a huff, quickly realizing the futility in shouting at the sky. The Wardens weren't going to answer her, probably couldn't even hear her, so there really was no point in standing around and complaining. "Might as well follow the path well traveled. It's gotta be here for a reason, right?"

Straightening out her traveling robes, Inkblot set out on her quest, keeping her eyes and ears alert for any dangers or challenges that could lay in wait. She had no idea what to expect, and the Wardens had been of no help. But the vixen was confident nonetheless. "This is a trial of my body, or whatever. Maybe it's just a long hike through these woods, or some dumb obstacle course."

She continued her trek for the better part of an hour, her cautious pace through the wooded area quickly turning into a leisurely stroll. The trees were spaced far enough apart to let plenty of sunlight through their leafy branches, and every step along the path was accompanied by the cheery singing of many birds. The occasional rustling of the woodland critters would pull Inkblot's attention from time to time, but it soon became clear that there was no real danger in these pleasant woods.

"I guess the trial really is just a hike. I can do this no problem."

Another hour passed by, and Inkblot's enthusiasm had soon turned to boredom. The deeper along the path she went, the further it seemed she had to go, and the more complacent she grew over the whole ordeal. She had long ago stopped paying attention to her surroundings, simply following the path as her mind wandered to more interesting places. The only thing that managed to pull her out of her stupor and get her to stop her endless march as a sudden and very immediate need appearing in her abdomen.

"Oh holy crap I gotta pee!"

On instinct, she quickly darted off the path to a more concealed area, though she hadn't seen anyone since her arrival. Knowing her luck, someone would walk by just as she was attending to nature's call, and that was not the first impression she wanted to make. She found a nice area, hidden from the path, and hiked her robe up as quickly as she could, the sudden pressure threatening to burst at any moment. She had barely squatted down before a powerful stream of urine erupted from her loins, loudly splashing against the ground between her feet. She kneeled, over, tails up high, as the bliss of that release washed over her. "Oh, that's better."

The pattering of her piss echoed out through the forest, causing the nearby birds to take flight while masking the rustling of leave behind her. Inkblot was just about finished when she felt something cold and wet press right up against her nethers, causing her to yelp in surprise. A glance over her shoulder revealed the intruder to be a large grey wolf, who seemed rather curious about what she was doing. "Um, how about a little privacy here, buddy?"

The wolf's response was another, firmer nudge to her loins, forcing Inkblot forward onto all fours. "Hey! What do you think you're- AH!"

Before she could react, a thick tongue was lapping at her soft blue pussy, cleaning off the last few drops of her piss while teasing her senstive flesh. "A bit forward, aren't ya? Not really a proper greeting, but it is effective. Oh, I should not be enjoying this."

Collecting her wits, Inkblot attempted to crawl away, hoping to be able to get away from the randy wolf if she could just get to her paws. The wolf seemed to have other plans, however, as he suddenly leapt atop the fox, planting his paws on her shoulders and pinning her to the ground. He immediately began humping her, his canine prick jabbing at her backside as he desperately searched for her sweet target. Struggle as she might, Inkblot could not get out from under the wolf, and her hopes of escape were dashed when she felt his thick, pointed dick force itself deep into her pussy. "Oh fuck..."

Clearly not one for foreplay, the wolf began thrust madly, his prick slamming against the back of her passage with each rapid thrust. Inkblot clawed at the ground, but she couldn't move an inch, the feral fucking setting her loins aflame, Her cheeks were flushed red, the vixen gasping with pleasure as the wolf mounted her, had his way with her. Her tails instinctively coiled around her wild partner, her mind conflicted with trying to escape, or encouraging him to continue.

"I really sh-should stop this. Oh fuck, but he's good." She moaned, a hand reaching down to rub at her swelling clit as the wolf continued mating her. "Oh fuck it. What's a quickie in the woods gonna hurt. Oh yeah, boy, just like that."

The wolf whined in reply. She felt his hot breath against her face, his thick drool dripping onto her hair and muzzle as his ferocity increased. She could now feel his knot thickening, forcing itself in and out of her pussy with a series of wet pops. It was swelling quickly, stretching her out and setting fire to her nerves with each thrust. Until suddenly, the wolf couldn't pull out. His knot swelled up passed her limits, locking the beast deep inside her, stretching out every inch of her passage.

Still the wolf tried to thrust, short humps that had Inkblot whimpering in pleasure. Her fingers continued to grind against her clit, her muscles tightening as she fast approached her limits.

Suddenly the wolf let out a feral howl, and Inkblot could feel his dick pulsing inside her, pumping her full of his thick cum. It was enough to push her over the edge, her muscles milking every drop out of that wolf cock as she joined the beast in an orgasmic howl. Her body quivered as she came, the wolf's thick knot locking all his cum deep within her pussy.

"That was pretty damn good." Inkblot sighed, taking an even deeper breath as the wolf finally climbed off her, though the two were still tightly locked together. "Not such a bad distraction after all."

She started to rise when a distant howl filled her ears. Her feral partner instantly perked up, listening intently as a series of howls filled the air. He let out a howl in reply, rising as if preparing to run off to find the rest of his pack.

"Men; never staying around for pillow talk." Inkblot joked with a roll of her white eyes. "Fine. Go off and brag to all your friends. I've got a trial to do anyway."

Though he wasn't actually listening to her, the wolf did indeed run off to find the rest of his pack. Unfortunately, his knot proved to be much thicker than Inkblot had thought. Tightly tied at the loins, the young fox soon found herself scrambling as the wolf pulled her ass first deeper into the forest. Her cries for him to stop fell on deaf ears, and it took all her concentration to try and keep up with the beast, running backwards on all fours so as not to be literally dragged through the underbrush. Along the way, her robes managed to get caught on some branches, and she was forced out of them, finding herself completely naked as the wolf brought her home to meet the family.

They finally came to a stop in a small clearing, and it took the addled Inkblot a moment to regain her senses. The first thing that hit her was the overwhelming scent of musk, and the sound of excited whimpering and whining. She quickly realized her predicament as she glanced around, finding herself the center of attention for a whole pack of grey wolves. They all appeared to be male, and they all looked quite happy to see her.

"Oh, this can't be good." Thinking fast, the fox tried to get to her paws, hoping to escape the apparent inevitable. A quick tug pulled her back to her hands and knees, the pressure in her loins reminding her that she was still quite tied to her previous partner. "Damnit! How long can you possibly stay swollen?"

She tried to pull herself off that swollen knot, but was interrupted when a mass of musky fur was forced into her face. A thick, drooling wolf cock was pressed right against her muzzle, one of the other wolves wasting no time in getting his rocks off. He wildly thrust against her face, smearing his thick pre into her fur while jabbing her with his pointy prick.

"Hey! Back off, buddy! I'm not your bi-MMF!"

Inkblot's eyes went wide as the wolf finally found his target, that slimy dick slipping past her lips and deep into her mouth. His humping became even more furious, clearly enjoying the tight, wet hole that was her throat. She couldn't help but gag a bit as his thick shaft forced it's way deep with each thrust, the tip rubbing against the back of her throat as she took the wolf to the hilt.

Desperate, she tried to back away from the wild wolf, but the other canine was still firmly tied in her pussy and refused to move, forcing her to endure the sloppy face fucking. Drool and precum frothed at her lips, spilling down to the ground below, and a few frantic tears rolled down her cheeks as she gasped for every breath she could get. There was no escape, and all she could do was endure the beast's thrusting and wait for him to finish. Luckily, she could already feel his knot swelling, popping past her lips with every thrust.

Hands clenched tightly, Inkblot steeled her nerves, refusing to succumb. All she could see was the wolf's belly, his musky smell overpowering her senses and his thick pre coating her tongue. But she did all she could to keep her wits about her, even tightening her throat muscles in the hopes of getting the wolf off faster. Suddenly, with his knot firmly locked in her stretched jaw, the wolf let out a howl. Inkblot nearly gagged again as she felt his thick seed flood her throat and spill down into her stomach. There was so much of the stuff, too much for her to swallow as several thick globs spilled past her lips and clung to her chin.

With a wet pop, the wolf pulled away, Inkblot coughing as more wolf cum forced its way passed her lips. She was vaguely aware of a second wet pop, the first wolf finally pulling free of her pussy. More thick cum spilled forth, drooling down her thighs to form a puddle between her legs. She took just a moment to catch her breath, letting her body expel as much seed as it could before she attempted her escape. Unfortunately, the wolf pack wasn't quite done with her yet.

Another wolf was instantly on her, humping her ass and forcing his thick and eager prick deep into her gaping blue pussy. Inkblot yelped out in surprise, just in time to get another dick thrust into her maw. Pinned down by two large and horny wolves, the poor fox could do nothing but endure once more, the wolves giving little attention to her wants and needs as they spitroasted her. "So this is my life now? A bitch for a horny wolf pack? So much for saving the universe or whatever."

Inkblot growled at the thought, not liking it one bit. She tensed her muscles, trying to find the strength to throw off the two larger wolves. She was just about to make her desperate move when an even heavier weight crashed into her side, knocking all three of them over. The wolves flew away, scrambling back to their paws, and Inkblot was rolled onto her back, confused but thankful for the turn of events. This was until a large and menacing figure loomed over her.

It was another wolf, but this one was at least twice the size of the others, if not larger. He stood atop her, their eyes meeting as the wolf, clearly the alpha as the other wolves had backed away, looked her over. Inkblot was too afraid to move, knowing full well that this mighty beast could rip her throat out if he wanted to. Instead she laid still and waited, hoping beyond hope that she'd get her chance for escape.

Slowly, the giant wolf lowered his head, sniffing deeply at her fur. His heavy breath tickled, but Inkblot resisted the urge to react in any way, watching quietly as the wolf sniffed his way down her body, past her breasts and over her stomach, before coming to a stop at her crotch. Here the wolf lingered, taking in her scent, before running his long, thick tongue over her used snatch. The fox couldn't help but gasp as he teased her sensitive nerves, her back arching ever so slightly as he gently lapped at her nether lips. At least this wolf knew a thing or two about foreplay. No wonder he was the alpha.

A shiver ran along Inkblot's spin as the mighty wolf stood over her once more, licking his lips as he savored her taste. Inkblot didn't have long to wonder what the creature was up to before she felt a heavy weight against her abdomen. She looked down and gasped as the alpha's thick, long cock came into few. It was considerably larger than the others', reaching past her bellybutton and dripping thick blogs of pre onto her stomach. "Hey, uh, big guy, I know it's mating season or whatever, but I don't think that's gonna fit. How about a handy instead?"

The wolf growled in response, his entire body arching back as he lined up the tip of his drooling prick with her soft pussy. Inkblot could only shake her head at the wolf, before her eyes went wide, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the wolf impaled her on his rod. A quick glance down showed a noticeable bulge in her stomach, the wolf's dick half buried inside her and already pressing tightly against her cervix. She was already stretched to the max, her nerves overwhelmed by the sheer size of the beast.

"Okay, fine. Just take it easy and OOF!" Inkblot's entire body was rocked as the wolf began humping, her stomach bulging oddly with every one of the beast's thrusts. Her nerves were already on fire, the poor fox unable to form even simple words as the intensity overwhelmed her. She was barely aware of her body slowly being pushing along the ground, the wolf trying to force himself deeper inside her already stuffed pussy. Her hands clung to the wolves forelimbs, whimpering and gasping as the tip of his pointed cock pressed against her cervix with building intensity. Harder and harder he thrust, until finally he forced himself inside the tight hole.

Inkblot cried out as the wolf finally hilted himself in her, penetrating her very womb and stretching her stomach out obscenely. The tip of his dick was easily visible through her fur, well north of her bellybutton as he stretched out her deepest depths. "That's... not... possible..." She gasped, before the wolf began thrusting wildly once more.

Inkblot grit her teeth, eyes rolling up in her head as the alpha gave in to his feral lust, mating with her womb and setting fire to nerves she never even knew she had. The pleasure was beyond anything she'd experienced before, and Inkblot found herself cumming hard around that oversized prick. The alpha didn't seem to notice, panting heavily as the rest of the other pack eagerly sat around, watching as their leader bred the new bitch like none of them could ever hope to.

Though she tried to hold out, it was too much for Inkblot to handle. She lost track of things around the time of her third intense orgasm, the alpha wrecking her pussy and womb with each hungry thrust. It seemed to go on forever, and it wasn't until her mate started to slow down that she noticed the tight stretching of her passage. His knot was swelling, stretching out her pussy well beyond its limits and locking the alpha deep inside her womb. That knot, growing to double the thickness of the rest of his massive cock, stretch her out so far it hurt. Yet the wolf continued to thrust, nearly breaking the poor vixen as he tried to breed her.

Then, with a sky rending howl, the alpha wolf's knot and prick pulsed within her. Inkblot gasped, then cried out alongside her partner as his thick cum flood her womb. His hips jerked with every pulse, her stomach bloating as he emptied his sizeable balls into her. She came again, the wolf continuing to inflate her with his ample seed. More and more flooded into her womb, until the poor fox looked like she could be several months pregnant. The pressure on her womb was indescribable, her entire body shivering as she was forced to ride the high of so many back to back orgasms.

Inkblot was just coming back to her senses when the alpha wolf rolled over onto his back, eager to take a much needed rest, and dragged her along with him. Still tied to the almost melon sized knot, Inkblot knew she wasn't going anywhere soon, and so she relented to lay atop her partner, feeling rather spent herself. She was just about to try and get comfortable when a heavy weight fell atop her, one of the other wolves having climbed the alpha to try and mount her.

"Sorry, pal, but I'm rather blocked up at the moment." She grumbled, rolling her eyes as the wolf mindlessly humped her ass. "Maybe the rest of you should experiment with some homoer-AIEE!"

Her eyes shot wide as a sudden burning assaulted her ass, the wolf having found and invaded her tight back door. Before she could recover from the shock to toss the ambitious wolf off, another appeared in front of her, thrusting into her maw and humping her face. She beat at the alpha's chest, hoping he would do something, anything, about his impertinent pack, but the large creature seemed content to nap and let his lessers do as they pleased.

Unable to move, Inkblot could only endure the assault. The smell and taste flooded her senses once more as her tight pucker, made all the tighter thanks to the alpha stretching out her pussy, was filled with wolf cock. The intense spit roasting had her eyes rolling in her head once more, and the poor vixen was actually glad to hear the wolves howl in unison, and the feel their hot cum flood her from both ends. She did all she could to not choke on all that thick seed, coughing a bit as they both pulled away. She barely had a chance to catch her breath before another pair of wolves had mounted her, using her mouth and ass to satisfy their own pent up needs.

"This is gonna be a long day." She lamented, feeling the heavy seed in her womb sloshing about as the wolves stretched her ass and throat wide, using the cum of the previous wolves as lube to fuck her even harder and faster.

Inkblot wasn't given a moment's rests as they passed on to evening. Every time a wolf finished, flooding her with even more hot seed, another was ready to eagerly mount her and add to the mix. Her ass was on fire, and globs of cum and spit hung from her jaw, yet the spitroasting continued. She was certain several wolves even came back for seconds, but with that massive knot locked tightly in her pussy, there was nothing she could do to stop them.

It didn't end until the alpha wolf finally stirred from his nap. The rest of the pack respectfully backed off as the large male suddenly rolled onto his paws, an exhausted Inkblot finally falling free from his deflating knot and, collapsing on the wet ground. A thick deluge of cum flooded out from her gaping pussy, her stomach slowly deflating as the young fox tried to catch her breath. Her body twitched as much of the seed pooled beneath her, her vision starting to blur as exhaustion got the better of her. The last thing she saw before her vision faded was the alpha wolf standing over her once more, a thick stream of heady piss arching from his dick to splash over her used body as he marked her. The scent of his piss nearly overwhelmed her as she finally succumbed to a much needed rest.

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Several hours passed before Inkblot returned to her senses. The first thing she experienced was an aching all over her body, followed by the overwhelming scent of wolf musk. Her fur felt sticky and matted, coated with the evidence of the wolf pack's deeds. Slowly, she opened her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief at finding the entire pack fast asleep. The large alpha had curled up near her, while the rest of the wolves were sleeping all around the small clearing. The sky above was just beginning to darken as the sun set in the distance, providing a darkness she hoped would help in her escape.

No, not setting, she soon realized as she tried to quietly crawl away from the sleeping alpha. A second glance told her the sun was in fact rising. She had been out all night! And for all she knew, the wolves had made use of her unconscious body throughout. It would certainly explain her aching holes and the heavy smell of seed and piss coating her fur. Mentally cursing every single one of the wolves, especially that massive alpha, Inkblot took advantage of her fox like nature to scamper back into the trees, wanting to put as much distance between her and the clearing as she could before they awoke. She could only hope to find some place to wash up before they did, and tracked her down by scent.

It was some time before Inkblot took a moment to rest and gather her bearings. She had been fleeing for some time, the sun fully exposed through the trees by this point. Yet her unplanned detour had left her far from her original path, and she had no idea where it was, or where anything was for that matter. "Those damn Warden's could have at least given me a map." She grumbled, trekking further into the thickening forest. "Or even just a direction to go in. How am I supposed to find anything going it blind like this?"

Refusing to give in, she simple continued in the same direction. She'd have to find the other end of this forest eventually, right? And maybe she'd even find a river or pond along the way and be rid of this persistent musk. Every breath tickled her senses with latent wolf arousal, making her blush faintly. But she kept her focus, moving in as straight a line as she could on her quest to find... anything but trees and wolves at this point.

That focus did eventually waver, but it was a hunger in her stomach, not her loins, that finally caused her to pause. It was only then she remembered that she hadn't eaten anything, aside from wolf cum, since the day prior. She'd need more than protein injections to get by, and had no idea how much further she'd have to travel before getting back on track.

"Well, this is a forest." She reasoned. "There should be plenty of food around here, right?"

She only needed to glance around before finding her answer. Vines grew along a tree trunk just a few feet away, sporting a heavy supply of bright pink fruit. Urged on by her grumbling stomach, the Void Fox made for the plant, kneeling before it's bounty with hunger in her glowing eyes, and only a small bit of drool on her lips.

She'd never seen fruit quite like these before, resembling grapes in size and shape, but with a color she could only describe as blush. The pink grapes looked ripe, as far as she could guess, with countless bunches eagerly waiting to be plucked and eaten.

"Hope they're not poisonous." With a quick glance around, like a child about to take a treat they knew they shouldn't, Inkblot pulled one of the grapes from its bunch, giving it a tentative sniff before popping it into her mouth.

One bite, and she nearly collapsed, humming as the delectably sweet juices coated her mouth. The flavor was intense, better than any grape she'd ever eaten before. It was better than most foods, in fact. Almost as good as sex. She barely had time to swallow before grabbing a handful and stuffing them into her mouth, her eyes rolling up in bliss as that taste flooded her senses once more. Overcome, and certain by now that they weren't poisonous, the hungry fox chowed down on the grapes, looking as though she hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Oh man." Inkblot moaned some time later, contently licking grape juice from her lips and fingers as she rested against the tree. She let out a breath, a hand coming to rest on her full stomach. The vine was mostly bare at this point, her feasting having depleted much of its juicey hoard. But, the fox's hunger was satiated, Inkblot taking just a moment to rest and plan her next step.

"Okay, so I'm lost in the forest, and I have no idea where I am or where I'm supposed to be going. Assuming this world's star rises in the east, north would be that way, and it's still morning. When I got here, the star was on my right, and already setting, I think. I guess I'll just go south and see what I find?"

She let out another breath, her hand idly rubbing her stomach as she worked up the energy to get to her paws and try her luck. The meal was leaving her feeling a bit lethargic, a comfortable heat washing over her as she rested against the tree. She knew she should get going; she still smelled like wolf piss and had no idea how far she'd have to go. But she was just so comfortable, her hand rubbing lower along her body as she let that warmth cradle her from within.

Before she knew it, her fingers was teasing around the edges of her soft pussy, her cheeks and nethers blushing from an arousal she hadn't noticed before. Each gentle touch sent a gentle wave of pleasure through her mind, her fingers gliding through the fur of her mons, leaving her panting softly in short order.

"How can I be so horny?" She mewled, glancing down at her nethers as though they were betraying her. "Especially after yesterday's orgy."

Still, she didn't fight it as her fingers worked their way through her folds, sucking in a sharp breath as they gently rubbed her swollen, sensitive clit. It just felt so good, and she felt so very needy, like she was in the middle of her own heat. "I guess a little me time would hurt. I've earned some self loving."

A smile formed on her muzzle as Inkblot rubbed her fingers more firmly against her folds. She squeezed her clit between her fore and middle fingers, rubbing the tender bud with a gentle yet purposeful motion. She was in full control of her pleasure now, and she was going to take full advantage of it.

Her left hand came over to grasp her pert breasts, giving the flesh a squeeze as she rubbed her clit. Her muscles were already tensing up, her breath coming in short gasps and her tails twitching as she moved her fingers in tight, fast circles.

"Oh fuck. That's the spot." She whimpered, her head rolling on her shoulders as the waves of pleasure flooded her body. She rubbed even faster, feeling her clit harden as she rocked against her fingers. Her other hand continued to grope her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples to further heighten her pleasure. Her toes curled as she braced herself against the tree, sucking in a deep breath then letting out a cry of bliss. Her hips bucked off the ground as she came, her juices spraying from her blue cunt in an erotic display.

"Oh fuck! So good!" Her fingers kept working that clit as she came, extending her orgasm for as long as she could. She whimpered and mewled, her legs kicking wildly as she kept going. Her fingers refused to stop, the needful heat seeming to only build as she rubbed her clit raw. She cried out again, eyes shut tight as a second orgasm topped the first. Yet it still wasn't enough. The grip on her breast was almost painful as she kept rubbing, digging her fingers into her dripping pussy to keep the pleasure going. They curled up to press against her tender g-spot, letting her clit rest as she finger fucked herself with reckless abandon.

Her cries soon flooded the forest, the fox unable to stop herself as she brought herself to orgasm after orgasm. Yet her heat went on unabated. No matter how many times she came, it just wasn't enough to satisfy her sudden, unquenchable needs.

"What... the fuck?" She gasped, gently rubbing her aching clit after yet another intense orgasm. "Why can't I... stop?"

She winced, crying out as another orgasm topped the previous. Yet her fingers continued, the poor fox writhing in her own lust filled needs. So distracted was she, that the woman never noticed the movement of the forest all around her, the vines that were slowly slithering their way to her sweaty, climaxing form. It wasn't until they began wrapping around her body that Inkblot was finally able to pull her fingers away from her sopping cunt. And by then, it was too late.

"What the fuck..." She gasped, her eyes going wide as the vines tightened around her, pinning her arms against her torso. She tried to wriggle free, but was simply too exhausted and horny to gain any strength. She could only watch, panting heavily and dripping with lust, as a thicker vine snaked its way up between her twitching legs. "What? Now the plants want to fuck me? I can't rub one out in peace?"

Her complaints melted away as the vine gently rubbed against her sensitive folds, teasing her while coating itself in her juices. A gasp escaped her muzzle as the vine forced itself inside her, filling her pussy more completely than her fingers could hope to. Despite her protests Inkblot had to admit it felt amazing. The vine was slowly twisting and writhing with her, teasing and stretching her folds and causing her toes to curl with pleasure. Her body convulsed as she came yet again, tongue lolling from her mouth as she succumbed to the pleasure. Yet her heat, and the vine, continued.

"Why... so... horny?" She managed to gasp, struggle to keep focused. As if in response a second vine descended from the tree above, lowering itself towards her muzzle. Unlike the other, this one had a small bunch of the pink grapes on the end, and it seemed to be trying to force feed her as its companion continued to writhe in her pussy.

She tried to turn her head away, to deny the grape bearing vine, but another unexpected orgasm had her crying out with pleasure. As soon as she opened her muzzle, the succulent fruits were forced inside and the grapes popped, showering her mouth and tongue with their juices. Inkblot moaned as that delectable flavor washed over her, dripping down her throat. A goofy grin appeared on her muzzle as the grape vine pulled away, that comfortable heat washing over her once more.

"Wait... The grapes!" It all made sense then. It was the grapes that were driving her so mad, making her so unquenchably horny. Something in their juice was putting her body into a heat, and now these vines were trying to keep it going. "No... must resist... Ah FUCK!"

Her legs writhed wildly as she came yet again, the vine in her snatch pulling out and sending a spray of her juices across the forest floor. Overcome by the intensity of cumming so much, and feeling that heat still rising in her, Inkblot couldn't find strength to struggle against the binding vines. She hoped the plant was done, but her eyes widened when she saw that dripping offender rise up over her panting muzzle. She could smell her own sex on the thing, Her own musk mixing with the latent wolf scent and acting to further heighten her excitement.

"No..." She whimpered again, trying to find the strength to resist as the vine moved closer. But all she could move was her head, and the plant proved faster and stronger. It pressed against her lips, Inkblot tightening her jaw to try and keep it out. But her own lube worked against her here, and the vine forced it's way past her jaw. The taste of her own juices now coated her tongue, mixing with the leftover flavor of the grapes. Her body shivered at the sensation as the vine filled her muzzle, pushing in til it hit the back of her throat.

And then kept going. Inkblot's eyes shot wide open, the fox thrashing and whining as she felt the slick vine force its way down her throat. She gagged, somehow managing to barely breath around the invader. Her neck visibly distended as the vine forced its way even deeper, slowly sliding down her esophagus and going much farther than she cared for.

Exhausted though she was, Inkblot found the strength to thrash wildly, biting down on the vine in the hope it would stop. But she couldn't bite through it, and the plant seemed to feel no pain as it pushed even deeper. She could feel it pushing down through her stomach, an odd sensation indeed, and watched in horror as the thing kept going, somewhat deforming her stomach as it carefully wound through her intestines.

Her breath was quick and haggard, Inkblot's fear and arousal mixing as the vine filled her body in a foreign way. There was, surprisingly, no pain. Only pressure as the plant continued on, eventually reaching the end of its journey through her body. She shivered as she felt the vine press against her tight pucker, clenching her muscles in a desperate attempt to stop it.

But it was to little avail, and with a gasp she felt the vine pop through her tender tailhole. A moan managed to escape her muzzle as she glared down at the offending invader, which had now threaded its way completely through her body. She watched it wriggle about in the open air between her legs, her mind beginning to haze over from the heat and fullness within her. She did her best to close her legs, to try and fight back in any way she could. But nothing seemed to deter the plant as it angled back towards her body, once again forcing its way into her dripping cunt.

There, it began wildly thrashing, the fox crying out around the vine as her oversensitive nerves sent sparks through her addled body. She kicked and writhed about, mewling desperately as the vine worked her body into another series of fast paced, back to back orgasms. It was intense, her pussy spraying it's juices all over the vine and her thighs as thick drool ran down the corners of her muzzle, desperate tears running along her cheeks.

The sexual torture was over as quickly as it began, the invading vine coming to an unexpected rest and giving the poor fox a chance to catch her breath. She couldn't move, could barely think, and was only vaguely aware of the sensation of the small vines removing themselves from her body, and of the ground falling away beneath her as the invading vine, still threaded through her body and hooked into her pussy, lifted her into the air and through the forest trees.

With what strength she could muster, Inkblot raised her arms to protect herself from the leaves and branches as she was pulled through the trees. It was all a blur of green as she zipped through the treetops, the surprisingly strong vine snaking around the thicker branches as it pulled the hooked prey deeper into the forest. Her heat addled body continued to burn as she went, the juice from those strange grapes still working their magic on her loins. But she managed to keep her focus despite it all, waiting for her chance to fight against her long, thick captor.

That opportunity seemed to arise when they suddenly came to a stop, the vine dangling Inkblot in the air like a worm on a hook. Gathering her strength once more, she raised her aching arms up to grip the vine, hoping to somehow pull herself free of the plant. But there was a lot of plant to pull free, she knew, assuming she could overpower it in the first place. With a determined grunt, and ignoring the burning need in her body, she flexed her muscles, pulling at the stubborn vine with all her might. The plant was firm, and refused to budge, but the fox was rather stubborn herself, and refused to surrender so easily. She pulled harder, and though the vine didn't seem to move it felt as though she was slowly lowering herself, the branches above rising about her. Encouraged by that thought of success, Inkblot pressed on, putting all her focus on extricating herself from the vine.

Until she felt something start to wrap around her legs.

With a bit of effort, she was able to crane her neck enough to glance down, and what she saw had her gasping in new found panic. A large flower, resembling a pitcher plant but large enough to swallow a person, was directly below her. It's maw like opening yawned wide beneath her, and several more vine like tendrils were rising from within, reaching up to grab at her paws. Countless vines similar to the one that had capture her grew forth from the base of the flower, reaching out in all directions in the forest. Only then did she realize just how screwed she actually was.

"It's going to eat me. I'm going to end up as plant food. The wolves were better than this!"

Finding her second wind, Inkblot furiously kicked her legs at the reaching tendrils while struggling against the vine above. She had come out here to save some god, not get slowly digested by a perverted plant. Her cries came out as desperate moans around the vine as she struggled, clawing at the plant as she pulled her legs up and away from the danger below.

The plant, responding to her new found energy, suddenly pulsed and thrust deep within her pussy. Inkblot froze for just a moment as the shock arched through her body. She had momentarily forgotten about her heat, but now that the vine was fucking her once more, it was all she could think of. Her body convulsed, toes twitching as the vine wildly pumped her dripping passage, making her cum as it lowered her into it's awaiting maw.

The many tendrils eagerly reached for the descending prey, coiling around her legs and pinning them against her sides. Inkblot let out a yelp as the vine suddenly pulled free from her cunt, her juices spraying into the plants waiting maw as she came once more. Her orgasm continued as she felt the vine pull itself free of her body, sliding passed her aching ass and through her body. She coughed as it finally freed itself, rising to disappear in the trees above.

Still shaking, the fox looked down to see she was anything but free. The plant's many tendrils had taken hold of her, pinning her legs to her body as they firmly wrapped around her. She tried to reach out, to grab hold of anything she could find to pull free. But there was nothing within reach. Soon the tendrils were coiling around her pert breasts, pulling her deeper inside. She yelped as something firm and thick pressed against her aching cunt, sliding inside her well lubed passage with ease. She was pulled down even further, gasping as the invading appendage filled her pussy and pressed against her cervix.

"It's too much." She pleaded, her hands desperately trying to push against the lip of the pitcher plant's flower. "It won't fit in any further. Please, let me go."

The plant, unable to hear her pleas, simply continue to pull her deeper. The hard tip of its internal stem pressed tighter against her cervix, until finally, with a pained yelp, it forced itself into her womb and locked the two together. Inkblot let out a whimper as the pitcher plant closed its flower around her, everything above her breasts remaining exposed as her lower half was engulfed. She tried to fight back, but was still far too weak and aroused to muster any strength. The poor fox could only shiver and whimper as the slimy tendrils writhed over her body and squeezed her breasts, teasing her as her juices drooled down the plant's pistil to pool around her toes.

"Okay, don't panic, you can get out of this." Inkblot closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing, determined not to be defeated by an oversized plant. "You just have to wait for those damn grapes to wear off, then just pull herself out. Just wait a little longer."

The logic seemed sound, and the Void Fox encouraged as she already felt the persistent heat beginning to fade from her loins. While the effects of those grapes was potent, they also thankfully seemed to be short lived. She just had to endure this position for a little while longer.

A yelp escaped her muzzle as she suddenly felt something moist press against her tailhole. Her glowing eyes opened wide as a tendril snaked its way through her bud, wriggling deep into her body before coming to a rest. Both holes were now stuffed full, and she could already feel a heat building in her ass as the tendril began secreting its nectar inside her. Her face blushed and her heart races as the potent aphrodisiac was absorbed into her body, proving to be even more powerful than the grapes.

"No... please... oh FUCK!" Inkblot's eyes rolled up in her head as her body convulsed, cumming hard as the nectar worked its magic on her poor body. Her juices splashed over the inside of the plant, her entire body burning as she came. The plant's pistil worked as a perfect funnel, all her juices running down its length and pooling within. Seemingly pleased with her reaction, the plant forced a second tendril into Inkblot's ass, stretching her out wider and filling her up with even more nectar.

Inkblot could only cry out in bliss as she came again, her body working against her as the drug seeped through her veins. She could barely think, yelping as a third, and then a fourth tendril snaked its way deep inside her. She felt so full, so hot, and all she could do was cum again and again, brought higher and higher by nothing more than that vile nectar.

This torture went on for what seemed like hours. Inkblot could barely breath around her many orgasms, drool dripping from her slack maw as the plant milked her of her sweet pussy juices. She wasn't even sure how she managed to stay awake through it all, her sex addled mind racing as she futilely clawed at the plant. It seemed endless, and somewhere in the back of her mind she was certain she would die this way, cumming until she couldn't take it anymore. And though not the worst way to go it certainly wasn't how she saw her adventures ending.

Somewhere along the way, long after she had lost count of her orgasms, Inkblot's eyes managed to focus on something. A familiar look vine hanging just beyond her muzzle, bearing a large bunch of pink grapes. The plant had seemingly brought the fruit to her, as if knowing it had to feed her to keep her alive, so it too could keep feeding. Through the endless heat in her body she barely made out another hunger, and her mad mind encouraged her to open her mouth wide, to feast on those grapes as the plant feasted on her. And for a moment she almost did.

"NO!" She suddenly cried, finding a brief moment of clarity through the haze. With a determined growl she reached out for the vine, grabbing hold and pulling with all her strength. She actually managed to slip free a few inches before the pitcher plant reacted, its tendrils tightening around her body to keep her down. But her grip was too strong, and the plant's slippery nectar worked against it, allowing Inkblot to slide through its grasp and slowly begin pulling herself to freedom.

Determined not to loose its prey, the pitcher plant tried another tactic. Inkblot gasped as she felt two more thick tendrils worm their way into her ass, flooding her with even more nectar. She came instantly, but growled through it, refusing to let go of her one life rope. She felt more tendrils try to force their way into her ass, and a few wriggle into her wet cunt, spiralling around the pistil and coating her aching snatch with potent nectar. The orgasm she experienced was for more intense than any prior, and she almost gave in as her body convulsed in pleasure. But the thought of freedom was greater still, and she managed to hold on, pulling with all her might.

The tug of war continued for quite a while, Inkblot slowly pulling herself free as the plant tried to hold her down. The tip of its pistil, far larger than she remembered it being, remained lodge deep in her womb as she pulled, anchoring her to the plant and making it almost painful to pull. But the heat from the nectar was so great, and her body so numb from cumming so often, that she barely registered the pull on her cervix. Her jaw set firm, Inkblot just kept pulling on the vine, refusing to give in no matter how many times she came.

Desperate not to loose, the pitcher plant suddenly tried a new tactic. Inkblot felt a tug on the grape bearing vine, the plant seemingly trying to take her safety line away from her in a last ditch effort to keep her imprisoned. She could feel the vine's strength as it pulled back, stronger than her in her current state. There was no way she could hold on for much longer, but it was also just the thing she needed.

Thinking fast, Inkblot managed to twist her hands around enough to wrap the vine around her wrists. She then stopped pulling, letting the pitcher plant pull her free with its own strength. She yelped as her plan worked, sliding free a few more inches but feeling a tight pull on her womb. Though she could easily slip free of the tendrils, that pistil was proving another problem altogether. She managed to kick her legs down, pushing against the damp bottom of the pitcher as the vine pulled her up. She came again, wincing as her womb was pulled even lower, her tight cervix straining against the thick bud. The plant writhed in response, seemingly in a panic as Inkblot slipped closer and closer to freedom. In her own desperation, she pulled on the vine, her waist slipping past the edge of the plant. The vine pulled even harder in response, not realizing the damage it was causing to itself as it helped pull her free. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pull from both ends as she fought against the plant. Her cunt was on fire, fighting through multiple orgasms as she got that much closer to freedom.

There was a sudden snap, like a branch being broken in two, and Inkblot felt herself fly through the air, only to land on the ground in a heap. Her body convulsed violently as she came, every hole burning with need. Through it all she managed to catch sight of the plant, which was having troubles of its own. The pitcher plant itself was convulsing, vines and tendrils flailing wildly about. Then it all suddenly came to a stop. The pitcher plant seemed to deflate before her eyes, the vines losing all their strength to hang slack from the branches above.

It was some time still before Inkblot was able to calm her body. The nectar still burned at her senses, her muscles twitching in response, but she was gradually able to control herself. With a deep breath she sat up, glancing down at her poor, aching pussy. What she saw took her breath away: her poor cunt has been pulled inside out in the escape, her cervix now protruding obscenely from her lips. She reached down, attempting to push it back in, but the very touch of her fingers had her crying out, another powerful orgasm rocking her body.

"F-fuck!" She whimpered, her hips bucking as her juices sprayed about the forest floor. Her nerves were still far too sensitive from the plant's nectar to handle it. She'd just have to deal with an exposed cervix until the aphrodisiac fully wore off.

"Fuck this place." With shaky legs she managed to rise, slowly walking away from the dying plant. Her mind was still in a lust filled fog, small orgasms arching through her every few steps and leaving a trail of her thick slime in her wake. She had no idea what time it was or where she was going, she simply kept walking, wanting to get as far away from the forest as she possibly could.

The sun was starting to set when Inkblot, naked and exhausted, finally breached the treeline. What appeared to be farmland stretched out in front of her, with a small city just beyond that. A smile formed on her muzzle at the sight, helping her find the strength to keep walked even as she came again. She was just nearing a farmhouse as her vision started to blur, her indomitable strength finally giving out as she collapsed to the ground. The last thing she heard where panicked cries for help, before darkness overcame her.

To be continued...