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The party comes to a stop at a river crossing, the road washed over with the recent rains. Nighttime is fast approaching with bloodied light of dusk giving way to the dark and the cold it brings.

"We should stop for the night," Jupiter voices. "The chill and being wet, even from the legs down, is a terrible idea."

"Oh, that's true! Let's stop for the night, master!" Stein pipes up.

"Yes, yes. I trust our friend's advice. Hopefully, the water is gone by morning," Kohaku sighs, unhappy to halt progress.

"I could use a rest!" Teru calls behind them, holding both handles of the cart and tired from a full day of pulling it along. "Just. Just to voice my opinion too."

"That's fair," Alyster nods.

"Absolutely. It's about time I cooked these crabs I harpooned anyhow!" Shishuka beams, holding up his weapon with the two big cretinous crustaceans impaled on it.

Gnara nods along silently. Following the riverbank, the group finds a nice clearing near the water and Shish goes about starting a campfire with Stein.

Jupiter, Alyster, and Gnara share roughly the same height and a feline appearance. With sandy orange fur, Jupiter is a tabaxi with a myriad of tattoos. Alyster is of the same race as well with dark stripes over a light blond fur. Gnara is an interesting fellow, a leonine rather than tabaxi despite the similar appearance, with golden fur and leopard spots. His right arm is encrusted with red scales of a dragon with more scales adorning his brow as well as his right eye appearing more draconic than the left. In his rucksack, a small baby dragon squirms in its sleep, whimpering a little.

"This one is getting hungry," Gnara says, gesturing with a thumb to his pack as he unslings the bow from his shoulder. "I'll see if I can't find something to hunt."

"Please, avoid damaging the meat, alright? No one likes a steak with a hole in it!" Shishuka laughs as he sets a pot of water from the river to boil, wiping his fingers dry on a leather apron than hangs around his neck.

With a smirk and roll of the eyes, Gnara gives him a vague, affirmative wave, setting off into the woods.

"Hey, Gnara, you should take someone with you!" Alyster calls out from the riverbank, washing the dirt of the day away.

"And help with what bow?" The ranger replies over his shoulder.

"I meant for protec-... annnd he's gone."

"Don't worry about him," Jupiter says, helping Alytser scrub his back. "He's made it thus far without getting hurt."

"Yeah," Alyster mumbles, his companion's long fingers combing through his fur.

"You're pretty rocksteady yourself," He chuckles, giving his friend a pat on the shoulder.

"Don't remind me of those damn crabs, please..." Alyster sighs, wincing as Jupiter accidently bumps with a paw against one of his recent wounds below the water.

"Fine, fine. So long as you don't mention they broke my damn net."

Stein fusses over Kohaku nearby as well, the black scaled kobold brushing his lord's auburn fur thoroughly while the harengon relaxes in the water. Teru floats somewhere between the two pairings on his back, the big-boned and chubby tankuki happily taking time to simply decompress.

"By the way!" Shishuka yells from the camp a hundred or so feet away. "Watch out for any predatory fish!"

That immediately ends the relaxed bathing time, the lot of them retreating to the bank where they quickly scrub off at the relative safety of the shallows before washing their clothes and return dripping to sit by the fire and dry off.

"What kind of aggressive fish might be in these waters?" Jupiter asks, curious as a fisherman by background.

"Shit if I know," Shishuka shrugs with a mischievous grin. "Just a friendly cautionary warning."

Jupiter, Alyster, and Kohaku let out a collective, annoyed sigh but don't press the matter since the bublin is making their dinner. A little taller than Stein, Shishuka has predeominantly aquamarine scales with large, round yellow eyes partially shielded by a pair of spectacles. Large dark magenta fins adorn his head, as well as two along his arms, making him appear bigger in size.

The two tabaxi help one another smooth out their fur while Stein gives Teru some much needed help combing out the fur on his back where he can't reach, chatting amongst one another.

"Hey, Jupe," Shishuka says as the night sky begins to take over the landscape, "I don't suppose you can read my fortune in the stars?"

"Sure," Jupiter assents, putting a finger to the sky where a point of light appears on his claw tip.

"Wait, you actually have a spell for that?"

"I'm a navigator. Destiny is just as easily sailed as the water."

"... You're just messing with me."

"Am I now?" Jupiter asks with a sly half grin as a small cloud of stardust bursts into being above the party's head. "Now let's see..."

With a sudden low hum, the dust coalesces into one big ball, glowing brightly before it screeches off and slams into a nearby tree, exploding in a small blast of blue light that leaves the impact area glowing brightly but otherwise unharmed.

"Welp. The stars say you're a dick, Shish," Jupiter chuckles, secretly relieved that didn't hit anyone.

"Oh, bugger off! You fumbled that!"

"Incredibly so, yes."

"Might we please not hurl magic around without an enemy to aim it at?" Kohaku scowls. "The last thing we need right now is to attract bandits or something worse."

"Like what?" Gnara asks from behind him.

The haregon jolts in surprise, grabbing his sword where he left it near his drying clothes before recognizing the voice and relaxing.

"Blood witches come to mind," Kohaku answers smoothly, as if he didn't just nearly jump out of his skin.

"You and blood witches...," Gnara tuts as he hefts a small deer and sets it down near the fire.

A chunk has already been taken out of the prey animal by little teeth, Gnara's dragon resting peacefully on his shoulders with a bloodied snout.

"I'm going to wash off now," The successful hunter states, shrugging of his rucksack and proceeding towards the river.

When he returns, the crab is ready, and the group enjoys some messy cracking of reddened shellfish limbs and sucking down the tender meat inside as an appetizer while Shishuka sets meat to sizzling in a pan. Kohoku does not take part, nibbling instead on dried fruit and nuts along with a few fresh greens scavenged nearby.

"Why is that tree glowing?" Gnara questions, pointing towards the blast site.

The glow seems to have suffused the bark of the tree now, as well as the surrounding greenery, casting an otherworldly appearance.

"Jupe read Shish's fortune," Alyster says nonchalantly before giggling a little.

"I'll read your fortune a lot harder next, if you think that's so funny!" Jupiter warns the other tabaxi in mock severity.

"That's how you do fortune telling?" Gnara asks with a furrowed brow.

"That's certainly how I lose control of a fortune telling," Jupiter shrugs, pulling out a pipe.

Using a twig set to flame, Jupiter lights a packed green mass inside the pipe and channels a little bit of wind from the palm of his hand, blowing away the smoke before it reaches the nostrils of his companions.

"Can I try that?" Stein requests, having seen it enough now to be curious.

"It's not addictive or pleasurable in any way," Jupiter replies. "I don't think you'll like it. But knock yourself out if you really want."

Accepting the offered pipe, Stein takes quick puff and immediately begins hacking, quickly handing it back and getting himself under control.

"I feel like I just breathed in salt brine full of rotten seaweed!" He complains.

"That's not entirely inaccurate," Jupiter chuckles.

Enjoying small talk and then a further warm meal, the group settles down into their bedrolls for the night. Gnara takes first watch while his wyrmling is acting up and refusing to sleep, but they eventually quiet down. Between taking care of the needy child and the long day of travel, Gnara places it back within the nest in his pack, pays attention to his surroundings for all of half a minute, and then sags forward as he passes out sitting up.

No one put more firewood on the glowing embers of the fire, and it drastically burns to a bare glow after an hour. Vines slowly creep forward, lunar aglow fingers in the dark as the tree's foliage slowly twists and unveils hundreds of white cherry petals. Breeze carries shimmering pollen forward into the air and around the camp, dulling the senses of the party as they breathe it in and putting any small animals, as well as Gnara's wyrmling, into a deep slumber. Alyster is the first to awake with a small sneeze, his allergies set on edge by the floral dust settling on his body.

As he sits up and wipes his nose with a sleeve, he notices the fire has gone out. Attempting to stand with the intent to put more wood on, he feels something tighten against his legs and lets out a loud yelp as he's suddenly dragged backwards, his fingers digging into the dirt and catching on glowing flowers and grass that spread out from the tree like a contamination spill. The party snaps awake at this. Alyster glances backwards and then rips his gaze away, his eyes starting to glow and a fog clogging his thoughts to the point the very action of trying to speak is like swimming through thick oil.

"The light... avoid it!" The tabaxi manages to cry out as his comrades come to their senses.

Fixating on Alyster and then the rippling, starry form of the tree whose vines have begun to wrap around his form, Teru, Stein and Gnara register his warning too late. Their eyes suffuse with a bright glow, their movements becoming slow and almost drunken. Kohaku makes the same mistake as Alyster but also tears his eyes away as vines lash out to ensnare him, just barely dodging the seeking plants. Shishuka awakes facing away from the tree, recovering from sleep slowly and watching Stein fall under a spell as Alyster attempts to warn them. He does about the only thing he can think of in that situation: keep his eyes shut as he notices the glow out of the corner of his eyes. Jupiter, however, looks straight into the light without any effect and immediately begins fighting against the vines, but is powerless as they restrict his body.

Kohaku comes to his aid, striking his sword downward, but his movements are sluggish, delayed, and the plant grabs his arms long before the blade can descend. A bright, shining flower opens directly in Kohaku's face from the tip of a smaller creeper that crawled over his shoulder unnoticed, bathing him in the majesty of the cosmos and utterly hypnotizing his mind.

"Fek...," Alyster murmurs. "What...? What did... you do?"

Fighting desperately against the charm, Alyster is failing rapidly, along with his ability to speak. Dragged to the trunk of the tree, large fleshy tendrils dripping with ichor wrap around his form and free up the vines holding him, allowing the tree to better reel in the struggling Shishuka and Jupiter. The others are led almost gently by one or two vines toward the tree, open flowers dripping nectar into their mouths as their baffled minds and bodies are drenched in both magical and chemical allure.

"Is this the bloody tree I think it is, Jupe!?" Shishuka yells.

"Yes!" He answers.

"What do we do?"

"I don't know!"

"Jupe? What... thinking? When cast?" Alyster says, trying to form words.

The ichor drenches his body as his clothes are torn away, like the pollen but infinitely more potent, and he loses mind of the situation, opening his eyes and being lost to the lunar light.

"Yeah, that's an idea! What were you thinking when you cast that damn spell, Jupe!?" Shishuka shouts, angrily struggling as he's lashed to the tree next to Alyster with Jupiter following shortly afterwards.

"Yelling in my ear doesn't help!"

"Oh, deepest apologies: I can't see a damn thing!"

"Why are your eyes shut?"

"Yours aren't? Alyster said to avoid the light. I avoided the light, haven't I?" Shishuka clarifies as their mesmerized allies drink ichor straight from the tendrils. "And I'm perfectly sane for it!"

"Whatever affects them doesn't seem to work on me. Oh, shit..." Jupiter swears, realizing Alyster's words were a literal question.

"What is it?"

"What I was thinking when I cast the spell..."

"I was being rhetorical!"

"Alyster wasn't! I was thinking about my net and that sorta led to things I did with mates growing up."

"... What?"

"Four friends of mine used a net to tie me up and then... you get the idea!" Jupiter struggles futilely as his clothes are ripped off.

Elevated and leaning forward with his legs spread wide and his arms tied above his head, Jupiter can only watch as Gnara pulls his own clothing off and Alyster follows suit after being released by the tendrils.

"Jupe? Jupe? Tell me what's happening Jupe!" Shishuka pleads.

"Well. Alyster is putting a much bigger cock in my face than I thought he had. So, that's a thing."

"Are we talking like seven inches?"

"Nine, and is that _really_the question you needed answered right no-" Jupiter is cut off as a gasp is forced from him by Gnara pushing his entire length into his tailhole in one thrust.

The dripping ichor makes for excellent lubricant as the leonine's barbed shaft grinds past Jupiter's prostate along with several draconic plates, drawing a reflexive purr out of the restrained tabaxi as his long since unscratched needs are finally getting attention.

"Gah! Gnara, too hard! Too! Hard!" Jupiter cries as his friend is lost to lust upon finding a warm hole and pounding into it with exactly zero restrain, wet slaps of flesh-on-flesh echoing across the countryside.

Warm fluid drips across Jupiter's face, bringing some of his divided attention back to Alyster while the rest is more concerned with how painfully hard Gnara's balls are slapping against his own. The tendrils are slowly pumping Alyster's length, spreading ichor on it in thick globs that drip excessively down his kitty cock and in turn onto the other tabaxi's muzzle in large amounts. Forced to snort outwards or have his nosed clogged, Jupiter accidently attracts Alyster's gaze away from the impromptu tentaclejob.

Vines wrench open Jupiter's jaws very much against his will, and the hot breath against his body is all the urging Alyster needs to press the tip of his dick against the restrained tabaxi's tongue. Sliding further in, Alyster lets out a needy whine and places his hands on Jupiter's head for balance, thrusting himself past his lips in considerately short humps that make it clear he's not nearly as far gone as Gnara to the ichor. At the moment, anyways. Seeming satisfied, the vines seem content relinquish control of Jupiter's muzzle to Alyster and let go.

Unwilling to hurt Alyster in resisting, the navigator resigns himself to his fate, lapping and slurping along the shaft provided as his own begins to harden beneath him. More and more of the cat's length is fed into his mouth, forcing Jupiter to swallow more and more of the ichor slathered along it in the process. Burning a little like light liquor across his tongue and on the way down, it diffuses into a pleasant buzz inside his stomach, exciting nerves and causing his body to heat up in an almost blessedly relieving way as Ghara's rough treatment becomes intensely pleasurable.

Stein can be heard somewhere nearby, moaning as a tendril feeds the greedy kobold with more glowing fluid. Teru finds himself in a similar situation and his balls begin to swell as his body is sent into a rut by the alchemical agent surging in his blood. Kohaku is more sensitive to the sap as a result of drinking before going to bed and stumbles backwards as he loses balance. Teru has enough presence of mind to catch him, but in the process spears the harengon on the tip of his wide, knotted shaft.

Feeling it pierce him and letting out a pleased chirp, Kohaku thrusts his hips back, desperate for more and succeeds on sinking himself down halfway on the length of the chubby tanuki. That's apparently all Teru needs, plopping down heavily in a sitting position and bringing the noble with him where he can bounce the willing bunny in his lap. At the perfect height for it now, Stein seizes the opportunity to present his shaft, the Lord Kohaku more than happy to accept his servant's offering and hugging his hips tightly to force the kobold up to the hilt inside his jaws.

Throughout the din of all of this, Shishuka keeps his mouth shut for a little while, hearing what's going on and hoping he's forgotten.

"That seems about right," He sighs as the tendrils begin to shift around him once more, switching the majority of their attention to him now that the others are dealt with.

His clothes also are ripped away, though the apron manages to escape the perverted intentions of the tree and simply slips off his head. Lifted into the air and struggling all the while, the bublin swears indignantly at the plant and blindly snaps at its flesh with his teeth. He manages to finally sink fangs into the tender plant flesh, only to be rewarded with a massive gush of fluid that feels like drinking straight absinthe. Coughing and sputtering as he swallows most of the contents on accident, a shudder goes through Shishuke as he feels his body practically light on fire as the very vines coiling across his scales cause him to shiver with overstimulation. Unbidden, his slick, tapered shaft rises out of its genital slit.

"Y-you stop that right now! I-I do not consent, damn you, I do not!"

His protests are replaced with small gasps and quick breaths as a tendril rubs itself against his hole, tickling the sensitive nerves before it begins to push inside with agonizing slowness.

"I can't help but feel it's a little racist the fish was separated from the mammals," He hisses through clenched teeth.

He wasn't expecting a reply, but an answer comes in a form of the tendril, without warning, slamming into his prostate like a battering ram, the defiant man finally shuting up as ropes of seed shoot from his tip while the plant appendage forcefully plunges and pumps inside him. Ghara lets out a growl, hilting within Jupiter and erupting inside. Shooting rope after rope, cum begins to leak from the tabaxi's stretched hole and down his taint as Alyster finally begins to push into his throat. Pushed, pawed, and gagged to his limits, Jupiter struggles to take both at once and takes a deep breath before Alyster's fluffy sack is pressed against his chin.

Along his tongue, the navigator can feel semen bloating the urethra of the cathood within the confine of his jaws. Pushed into and fired directly down his throat, Jupiter loses count after the seventh pump of kitty cream from Alyster. Gnara continues thrusting without relent through his climax, the navigator finally pushed past the brink and clamping down on their lengths inside him as his neglected dick paints the grass white. Stein and Taru shout in their own ecstasy as Kohaku faces the same treatment, the kobold's load painting his tongue as Teru's balls visibly seize and tighten, practically exploding inside the young noble as he grinds his knot against the bunny's tailhole. With a solid ram, it smashes through any resistance left, leaving Kohaku moaning and chittering around Stein's shaft while the servant deftly strokes his master's pulsing and cumming cock with a foot paw.

A deeply purring Alyster finally pulls out of Jupiter's throat, leaving him gasping for air. Drawn by the shouts, the tabaxi stumbles his way toward Stein as he pulls free of Kohaku. Cheeky even when lust drunk, Stein leans against the tree and offers his lap him. Eager to accept, Alyster pins the kobold against the bark with his body weight and mounts him, thrusting his hips down to stab himself on Stein's length in heavy, tight pumps that leave them both breathing heavily and moaning. It's not until Gnara dumps a second load inside Jupiter that Teru finally finishes, popping his knot free of a bloated Kohaku and unleashing a veritable stream of semen on the ground.

Interested in the two smaller males rutting against the tree, Gnara leaves sloppy seconds to the noble and tanuki. Flipping the two over, Gnara sheathes himself inside Stein, trapping the kobold between himself and Alyster. Contending with a considerably smaller and lesser trained partner, Gnara grabs a handful of ichor for lube to ease the way and pounds himself into Stein, pushing inch after hot, thick inch into the now previously tight kobold.

Kohaku wastes no time mounting Jupiter's face as Teru lift the navigator's tail and pushes his own considerable length in. After Gnara, the tanuki coos in delight as he sinks inside the warm, wet hole with little resistance, humping into Jupiter with his massive breeding orbs gently knocking against his smaller partner with each thrust. Relieved he's not being given an endurance test this time, Jupiter relaxes considerably, gulping tightly along Kohaku's length as the sore warrior facefucks him with mild restraint.

Time blurs and soon Alyster finds himself facing Gnara's challenge and breaking down into a mewling, chirping mess that wraps himself around the leonine and doesn't let go, forcing Stein to find a partner in Kohaku's tailhole once again. And then quickly in Teru as well, only milking more out of the big guy as he pushes his thick knot past Jupiter's cheeks, eliciting a groan from the tabaxi as it pops inside. The heavy dick bloats and pumps wave after wave of seed inside his belly with audible sloshes. An intensely orgasm wracked Shishuka is set on the ground by the tendrils with surprising gentleness as his use as a playtoy comes to an end.

The party soon finds themselves beset again by the tendrils in force, every free mouth and hole that isn't already filled being claimed and given another healthy dose of thick ichor. The restrained tabaxi soon finds himself in a rotation, bred and passed around as those without partners are groped and pumped by the tree until they either coat Jupiter and the others in another layer of sticky mess or are shortly ready to do so inside the navigator once thrusting in. Shishuka eventually revives enough to shamelessly join in, and the lot of them find their endurance forcibly pushed past their limits by the poison in their bodies until, mercifully, the magic of the tree begins to wane with the coming of dawn.

Gnara is the first to awake around midday to the crying of his wyrmling within his rucksack, relieved to find he left it out of range of the tree's reach. Sitting bolt upright, he inadvertently dumps Alyster, who was sleeping against his chest, onto the ground, waking him up as well. Reeking of sex, plastered with not entirely dried fluids, and with enough scraps of memory left to have an idea of what happened, the two rouse the others and the party makes an incredibly sore walk of shame to the river to wash off. Gnara lags behind, needing to feed his wyrmling first.

"So, are we not going to talk about how we took turns on Jupiter like a bottle of sake on a cold night?" Shishuka asks.

"Please... shut the fuck up, Shish," Jupiter groans, unable to look anyone in the eye.

"This doesn't endanger our ability to work as a team, does it?" Alyster adds, Gnara helping scour his body with a handful of sand.

"No, no! Absolutely not. We've already been thoroughly acquainted. Just not..."

"To that much of a degrading extent for you?" Shishuka offers.

"Yes. Took the words right out of my mouth. Thank you, Shish," Jupiter replies dryly.

"Hey, it was your fantasy you blasted into that tree."

"Say what?" Stein pipes up.

"Long story short, don't mix dirty thoughts and magic," Jupiter shoos him off, getting out of the water and walking back towards camp. "I need a smoke..."

"You seem less worse for wear than the rest of us," Shishuka notes as he looks Teru up and down.

"Oh. Well. So. My power as a tanuki is based in my testicles. And, uh, sex kinda sorta empowers them," The tanuki replies sheepishly. "I'm feeling actually quite nice."

"Oh, yeah, you did get bigger too!" Gnara says, hefting one of his balls below the water before realizing what he's doing and quickly withdrawing. "Sorry. I guess I'm feeling overly familiar right now."

"It's okay!" Teru laughs nervously. "Just give me some warning next time."

"In that case, can I... rub your belly?" The leonine asks suddenly.

"I don't see a harm in it?"

Happily, Gnara reaches forward and pushes his palms against the soft flesh, pulling close to massage the big tanuki's tummy. Seemingly enthralled by this, he continues to do so for a while, and once Teru acclimates to the sudden personal attention, he leans back and happily allows the leonine to continue while they all dry off by Shishuke's rekindled cooking fire. Unanimously, the party agrees to move camp further up the road away from the bizarre, perverted tree and then spend the rest of the day resting.