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The coupon was innocent enough. One free pizza, at the new restraunt that seemed to open in the red light district. He somehow knew that opening an eatery in such a place wasn't exactly a stupid business move. He knew especially after a good run of sexual debauchery, his stomach snarled like a ravenous beast. Though those times lately were few and far between. He sighed heavily, walking alone through the streets. He ignored the various cat calls of the brothel doormen, attempting to lure him to their sinful delights that was within, but alas, he didn't have the desire to pay money to afford the higher priced pleasures of the flesh.

The orc, named Oliver, wasn't a bad looking fellow by any sense of his species definition of beauty. Full of muscle though slightly shorter than most his genus, he strode with pride through the district. Emerald skin was stained red from the neon that lit the windows, the simple garb he chose to adopt was more akin to his native tribesmen than the business suit he wore. Intelligent and opting for a cooshy job outside of life in the wilds, he carved himself an honest living working as a bouncer for the various pack-run brothels he now strode past. Though many would offer him their services for free, he grew tired of the monotony that plagued the women within. The trolls, the gnomes, the dwarves and humanoids, he found himself bored with their lack of creativity and spice.

Oliver knew he needed something more to spice up his romance. He needed exotic, he needed fresh, he needed...someone who gave a damn about him and not merely just cared that he was well-built and had a well-hung cock. Despite that many of the workers adored him, he could tell from their eyes that they merely viewed him for a quick shag. And he found himself wanting. The physical pleasure was there, but the emotional tease, the build up, the tickling of his senses were all but dead. And even the rumbling of his stomach reminded him that he was starving. A few more twists and turns allowed him to find the pizzeria tucked into a corner building, and he entered through the strangely opaque door. The interior was oddly sparse, no tables for dining at, and a menu glowed dimly overhead showing the various items offered. Annoyingly enough, the menu offered to him at the moment was sparse. A selection of sizes, a choice of three styles of sauce and cheese, and a plethora of rather benign toppings.

"Well, least it's free" he thought, striding up to the bar and smiling broadly at the small equine who sat behind the counter, idly clicking through a very out of place computer system. She looked up at him with those big, brown eyes and smiled broadly.

"Welcome, welcome sir!! What may we get for you today?"

Oliver retrieved the coupon from his jean pocket and produced it to her. She took it and slotted it into the computer, which beeped and displayed a graphical display before him. It had already selected the size of pizza and style of cheese and sauce. He found himself puzzled at his selection, but given that it was a free pizza for first time customers, the choices weren't too odd. The cashier glanced over to make sure that nothing else was selectable save toppings, looking over at him.

"Please! Select what you'd like to have on your pie! But be aware that you're limited to a small with normal cheese and sauce, and only a single topping."

Shrugging, Oliver tried to press the display for onions, only for the machine to give a loud beep. The equine took a moment to check the computer, her fingers tapping wildly, the only sound for a moment before she looked back up.

"Sorry. That topping is unavailable."

"No problem." Oliver spoke, shrugging again. He reached up to tap another topping, this time for anchovies. Never had it before on a pizza, figured it could be unique to try for free. Again, the buzzer sounded, the equine looking at her screen.

"Nope. That's unavailable too."

Oliver narrowed his eyes a bit. His stomach was grumbling loud enough for any within earshot of a block away to hear it, and he was growing annoyed at the toppings being strangely "out". He slammed his hands on the counter, snarling slightly at the equine. She was unphased by his posturing, instead resting her head on a hand.

"You want me to see what's available for you?"

"That...would be nice..." Oliver growled, glancing away. "Why can't I just get a cheese pizza."

"Sorry, extra cheese isn't available either. Let me see..." A few key taps, a click of a mouse and flick of a finger, Oliver looked up to see the option highlighted for him. Mushrooms. He..hated mushrooms with a passion, and looked at the cashier with revulsion contorting his lips.

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Okaaay, but this coupon is invalid once it's been used." She replied, giving a slight, dismissive shrug. But she reached a hand across the counter and laid it upon his own hand. He gasped gently at her touch, feeling it squeeze around his thick digits, her slenderness sending shivers up his spine with the way she did it. It was like a dominants touch, but something else was in the emotions he felt. He felt...compassion? Empathy? Encouragement? He couldn't place it, but her touch made him stay. Turning to look into her eyes, he allowed himself to get lost once more in them, her voice having an almost hypnotic charm to it.

"I suggest you give the mushrooms a try...they're really fun..."

"Fun...?" Oliver thought to himself. "How in the high levels of hell can mushrooms be fun." Dumbfounded, he nodded, the equine letting his hand go and keying his order in, then producing what appeared to be a ticket. Grasping it, the confusion his face was apparent, though the equine simply giggled sweetly in response.

"Just follow the lights and your order will be waiting for you in one of our dining areas. And be sure to tip your waitress!" She added with a playful wink.

Now wanting to sink his fangs into a hot, bubbling pie, Oliver did like he was told, following a series of blinking lights that were the same color of the plastic ticket he held. He walked along following them, noticing that the building was larger than its facade gave, several doors lining the corridor he was in. The lights along the wall formed dancing arrows that guided him along, before stopping around a single door. A face formed upon it, smiling at him and mouthed silently for him to enter before extending a small metal strip for him to place the ticket upon. It was almost cute how the strip appeared like a tongue, and he did so, watching it disappear with a mechanical slurp. The face looked almost in a state of bliss when it devoured the ticket, and the door dissolved away, revealing a simple room. Curious, he poked his head in carefully, giving a soft sound of wonder.

The entire setting was like a swamp, right down to the smells of rotting vegitation and swamp water. He could see the glowing moss on the walls, casting the room into an unearthly glow, and the ground was hidden in an unearthly haze. Stepping further in, he felt his feet sink slightly, indicating that the floor out of view was spongy in nature, like walking on sodden grass. Gathering the courage to move to the center of the room, Oliver gave a light yelp of surprise when the door disappeared behind him, allowing the moss to overgrow. He nearly howled in surprise when the room suddenly unleashed a strange form of gas, though it appeared like spores were being pumped into the room. He struggled, choking slightly on the gas, then gave a grunt when he found his clothing dematerializing before his eyes. Not just his clothes, but also his cell phone, hidden armaments, even the banana hammock he wore for fun! Gone! He was now naked, in a swampy environment that was comfortably humid, and completely perplexed. This certainly wasn't how he expected to fill his stomach. He turned to where the door was, banging on it with fury, the moss flexing beneath his pummeling.

"Let me out of this freakhouse dammit!! I wanted food, not a freakin' strip show!"

"Sheeesh, you're a noisy one! For a first time customer, can't you even appreciate the ambience given for your order?"

The female voice made Oliver whirl about, fists clenched tight to a point of bulging veins on his forearms, only for him to literally drop all sense of aggression at the diminutive female before him. She was a plant elemental to be sure, but the milkiness of her skin, the mushroom-cap she wore that hid much of her dusty gray hair made it obvious that she was aligned to fungus. Looking back at the room, it made sense now why the moss glowed. It was a luminous form of fungoid, and he groaned in dismay, laying his arm across his head.

"Dammit...I didn't want this...I just wanted something to eat!!"

The elemental giggled, snapping her fingers. Behind Oliver unawares, a sizable toadstool grew rapidly, seeming to be almost gooey in texture. He turned just in time for ropey strands to lash out and pin him face down on the slightly domed top, leaving him completely exposed to this elemental. Snarling, he thrashed in the grasp, eyes flaring red with rage when the mushroom simply snapped more strands about his body, completely encasing him neck to ankle, leaving only his genitals and buttocks exposed. The elemental giggled once more, then skipped to his front, smiling warmly.

"Relax big guy! We'll get something to eat later! I mean, you are hungry, aren't you?"

"Not for this, not cut me loose before I tear you to shreds!"

The myconoid waved a finger in a no-no manner, before a mushroom grew from the toadstool's cap. It blew a small puff of spores into Oliver's face, who snorted before sneezing loudly, the sneeze enough for the shroom to quickly thrust into his mouth, gagging him quite well. He howled in fury around it, attempting to chew it, yet found it thicker than the hardest rubber. In fact the entire shroom felt synthetic in nature, and cool against his skin, quivering slightly while it drew him taught against it. He could feel his dick being drawn into it, where the shroom started to milk him, causing him to moan loudly in unwanted need. Shutting his eyes and blushing in shame, Oliver felt something caress his cheek and opened them. The myconoid had moved to where she could sit aside him, revealing her simple bossom and slender physique. He could smell her lust, like the damp earth, and noticed that her own face was flushed. Her hand gently cupped his chin, her voice soft yet commanding.

"Merely chew three times, and this will all stop. It is what you agreed to when you ordered me, isn't it..? We're not cruel, and we're certainly not rapists despite our methods being kinda....aggressive." She explained with a giggle. She slunk across the toadstool that held him bound, revealing that she was a short-stack, only half his height. It was one of his kinks, being dominated by a smaller female, and the toadstool seemed to know this, milking his cock with slow, long strokes, causing him to whine in need. The little myconoid leaned down and hotly sucked on his sack, causing him to moan loudly around his gag before she felt her deliver a sharp slap to his butt.

"Come on orcy! What's wrong? Can't stand a hot little fungus like me?" The myconoid taunted, giving another hard slap on his rear, making him involuntarily hump into the milking toadstool. She shook her head, walking back to him with a bounce in her step, moving to where she could step upon his head, pushing him face down into the mushroom, causing him to gag.

"Such a big boy unable to even handle me. Tsk, the others here would eat you alive!!" The elemental laughed when she watched him nod, allowing his head to move where he no longer deep-throated the gag. Moving to his backside again, she sat on his back, allowing her fluid to trickle down his back while he lay bound, the milking on his cock turning into a wrenching, the slick substance rotating and gripping his dick, slowly drawing tighter and tighter. The little myconoid used a finger to idly tease his anus, slowly drawing a line from it to his balls, giving them a slap that made him buck. The action allowed the toadstool more purchase on his genitals, holding him practially motionless, knowing just enough to wring his pre out of his maleness yet leaving him teetering on the edge of pain. Oliver moaned loudly into his mushroom gag, his mind a whirl of thoughts.

Should he chew three times and stop this? Why did it continue, why did he let it!? He didn't even chew once, and even though his body was still his despite being trapped in a vice, he found himself loving this little...things touch! His hunger for sustinance long overcome by lust, he curled his toes with need, attempting to chew the shroom. Once, twice, yet he paused. The myconoid seemed to know what was going on, turning to where she gently caressed his jade hair.

"Once more. That's all it'll take, and this'll stop. After all, we want you to be fed, and leave satisfied." A wave of her hand allowed the mushroom in his jaw to shrink away, freeing his voice. He was unable to look behind him due to the toadstools grip on his body, but he could feel her watching, waiting for his answer. Puffing out a breath, he laid his head on the shroom, finding it moving to cradle his head.

"How can I chew if I'm no longer gagged."

"Oh, you don't need to use your teeth." She teased, then moved to where she lay poised at his butt. Using her slightly stubby fingers, she parted his flesh, then allowed Oliver to feel the slender, bumpy fungus that grew from her pelvis, dripping with liquid. He groaned loudly while she teased him, stroking her cock up and down between his cheeks, then poked him almost tenderly, her voice matching her ministrations.

"Grip me solid to where I can't thrust for three seconds, and that's the signal. Of course...you're sooo sensative and needy now, would you really want to." Oliver shuddered, laying his head to the side. He relaxed his muscles, allowing the myconoid to easily slip the slickened shaft into him. The bumps seemed to blow while they slid inside him, causing him to growl in delight, her tittering and teasing making him shiver. The toadstool that had him bound continued to milk him to a point of pain, and a few quick thrusts were all it took to push him to an orgasm. The myconoid laughed loudly, moving to an almost animalistic pace, furiously humping his body, her short stature flapping against his muscular form like a sheet in the breeze.

"C'mon puppy, come for me again, come! You got more built up, feed my little toadstool!"

Her petite hips slapped against his ass, that now bloomed stalk within him tickling his prostate with what seemed like a thousand feelers, each one scratching and fluttering inside him, causing him to moan like a bitch. He pulled at the rubbery strands, yet they held firm, keeping him bound. The milking of his cock had him panting with desire, his tongue lulling out and eyes glazed over while the spores in the room heightened his wanting with their aphrodesiatic nature. The myconoid continued to pound into him like a woman possessed, bouncing on him like she was a jackhammer breaking concrete, and he loved every moment! Another orgasm quickly roiled in his loins, making his balls contract and cock spasm in the toadstools womb that eagerly whisked it away. The intensity of the session finally overwhelmed him, causing his vision to swim before a third quickly struck. Lights flickered in his line of sight before fading away, plunging into darkness.

By the time Oliver awoke, it was morning. He found himself in a luxurious bed, his body cleaned and rubbed with oils, his clothing and belongings neatly stacked on a chair. To the other side sat a small dresser, his hostess idly mixing together some concoction. The myconoid glanced over her shoulder, smiling, then walked over and held the icy liquid to his lips.

"Drink slowly hun. It'll replenish the fluid you lost. " Oliver nodded his thanks, taking a small sip, feeling it warm him from the tips of his ears to his toes. He sighed, sinking into the plush sheets, resting his head against the pillows, looking over at his hostess.

"Where...am...I...?"

"Still at the parlor sweety. Those of us who work here also live here. Alot of us also are trained in basic first aid and we're all experienced in the art of after care, particuarly to our talents." The myconoid smiled, tilting her head curiously. "So what'd you think of your free pizza?"

Oliver sighed, taking a long sip of the potion, enjoying the warmth it gave him despite the chill on his tongue. "It was...more than I ever anticipated...ordering a pizza has a whole new meaning here."

The myconoid giggled, nodding in agreement. "It's certainly a fun way to earn a living! So, you think you may become a regular?"

"I could se ethat happening...but..I don't even know your name...."

The myconoid stood up, heading for the door. She glanced back with a wink, and a soft tip of her mushroom cap.

"It's Mina. And next time you come to sate your hunger, try the pepperoni."

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Oliver found himself almost skipping to the Pizza Parlor, his paycheck in hand. He had indeed become a regular, and had received the email that his future order for an extra sauced, extra cheese pepperoni pizza was ready. It was a little more than he anticipated, but the overtime he put in meant he wasn't in any dire straits. Opening the door to its familiar chime, he smiled at the equine whom knew him well now. Moving to the counter, he held out his card, only to blink in shock when it was turned away.

"No charge for this one Olive! We've grown to enjoy our olive oil here! Sides, the pepperoni is eager to meet you too! You know that one's our most popular topping...."

Oliver nodded, placing away his card, then heard a loud footfall. Turning to the door, he saw it open, and reeled back when an Oni, standing head and chest over him walked through. She had to duck to get through the smaller door, but her muscles and crimson skin made the smaller male immediately blush. Glancing down to the Oni's pants, he caught the tell-tale sign of a sizable cock that shone through the tight fabric. The one strode over to him, gripped his chin and lifted his gaze to her's, making him have to stand on his toes to even peer over her massive bust.

"Hey there Olive Boy. I'm Pepper. And after you take me to dinner, I'll show you why I'm the Pepper Oni." She teased, licking her lips. Oliver simply stared in delight, eyes unable to grow any wider.

He wouldn't be hungry for a long time after this meal.