Trouble in the Woods

((Hello all. Back after a long break, and starting some fun. In the interests of keeping the scope of what I can do realistic, this adventure is intended for Myds and myself. That said, I could be convinced to let someone else participate under the right circumstances..! xD

Get with me if you have an interest in 'running' some non-player characters and/or contributing some ideas for what's going on in this story. Hell, if you want to take over at some point and tell the story for me and Myds, I'd possibly even be down with that! My main concern is losing precious momentum after being gone so long and having to wait for round-robin style posts, rather than striking while the iron is hot. To that effect, if you'd like to start an arena battle or some other adventure, let me know..! Anyways, this opening is going to be a little long-winded so I'd better get to it. Forgive me in advance if I run away with it to knock the rust off, and don't worry, the graphic stuff is coming. xD Shout-outs to Bushview for inspiration, Terraton, if you're out there ;_; <3 ))

The Queen's Forest. Like many other vain rulers, Syndra made cartographers slap her name or title on a great variety of things that had little to do with her. She didn't particularly like nature. She didn't hunt (not conventionally, at least, and certainly not animals). Many speculate she had the place named the Queen's forest merely because it happened to be one of the largest, prettiest forests in her domain. Others speculate she's never actually been in the Queen's Forest, for anything. Despite whatever rumors or outrage there may be, the law does not permit anyone to travel too deep into the forest. One will know if they are about to go too far by the appearance of 'blackbark' trees. One can guess what they look like.

One thing that the Queen's Forest and Syndra do seem to have in common is that they seem to like to see people lose their clothes. While the considerably large 'outskirts' of the forest are open to those who would reap its bounty, those who enter do so at their own risk. Fairies and other hostile monsters try to claim the woods as their own, and, while frequent groups of adventurers or bands of soldiers march in to clear out real dangers, they often seem to miss or leave behind the sylvan denizens that merely leave their victims denuded and humiliated. Naked, attractive, dazed girls stumbling out of the Queen's Forest is a little more common than it should be, some say. No one wants to be one of those stories, though, do they?

Blissfully unaware of such tales, the Enchanted Twins Veira and Deira stood on the outskirts of Baremound (ahem, pronounced Bare-mund), a prospering small town and community of agriculturalists that catered to the soldiers and adventurers that often passed through. It was early, so people still milled about in the distance, working the fields and tending orchards. While relatively few, the inhabitants of Baremound were ambitious. and hard-working. The humble but innovative townsfolk had even began to set up a curious tourist attraction to draw more water to their town, so to speak...

The twins were meant to meet their new mentor, with whom they had been communicating via correspondence. The bright-eyed girls regarded each other in their finest adventuring gear. They had sturdy robes that wore more like gowns, with slits up to the knee to allow for some mobility, that still snugly fit their lithe bodies. The tight material accentuated their budding hips and modest chests. The twins didn't always attempt to play up their womanly assets, sure, but frankly they didn't know their new mentor and were looking to make an impression. They were precocious enough to know that it rarely hurt to cut a figure like they did.

They also wore light, small, practical backpacks and leather boots. Their delicate hands were encased in fine elbow-length gloves, and both wand and knife stuck out of their belts. They had received precise instructions from their mentor through letters, and, while they couldn't manage to carry the ten foot pole, they'd tried to stuff every other piece of classical adventuring gear in their packs. From a flask of oil, to a tinderbox, to a coil of rope, to precious spellbook, they'd sunk most of their capital into gear.

"I think you were right," Veira (the smart and careful one) casually and quietly said to Deira (the bold and impetuous one). They stared out at the rolling green hills and the forest at the horizon with deep amethyst eyes.

"That's something you don't say often," Deira eventually responded with a hint of a smirk.

"That's because it's not often the case," Veira instantly but calmly responded, her ordinarily pouty lips curling up in a way that mirrored Deira's.

"I assume you mean, in any case, about our mentor's advice?" Deira said, glazing over Veira's remark.

"Mhmm," the 'smart' one hummed. In truth they were about what-and-what, in most regards, but how would we tell them apart otherwise?

"Well... of course I'm right," said the 'bold' one with a smirk. "We can't get any more powerful until we apply our magic under duress. It makes sense."

"Indeed it does," Veira said. "You're not born into a tower filled with magical lore and artifacts. You have to earn such things."

"And only when you can adventure no more," Deira continued her thought for her. "Only then do you settle for a life of study in a tower."

"We've studied plenty," Veira agreed, nodding, and wide-eyed.

The twins paused silently.

"Are we reading into her advice a bit much?" they turned and asked each other simultaneously. "We'll see."
Even their parents would've gotten confused as to which was which in the ensuing exchange, and perhaps it didn't matter.

"Our new mentor's the one with the certificate, what do we know?"

"Certificates can be overrated. Consider our former masters."

"True. There was Hans the Gropey. He was the worst."

"Prella the Prude was nice, if a bit boring. We couldn't manipulate her at all."

"Prella had a certificate."

"Wait. Wasn't it a 'degree'?"

"Well which was it our new mentor supposedly has?"

"I forget. It sounded official, though."

"You 'forget'? It 'sounded' official? Sister!"

"Don't yell at me! You're the one that- Shh! Look..!"

The sisters swiftly stopped their squabble. Keen half-elven ears tensed at the sound of approach on the breeze. They slowly turned their heads, wavy black hair bouncing in the wind, towards the sound. Surely, their new mentor was coming, mission in hand. They were to retrieve a plentiful but inconveniently-located herb that grew near where the forest became off-limits, she had said. Their new mentor would show them the way; she had been before, and returned clothing intact, supposedly (not that the twins had heard the rumors about the forest's denizens). Their new mentor knew spells above the first circle, she had said. Their new mentor had said they might get paid a small apprentice's fee. Their new mentor had said they might even get to fight a monster or two. They had said a lot in those correspondences, though they had not yet met. The twins would learn much, they considered in that instant. Surely, their new mentor was nearby...

(sorry it isn't such a long post at first, I wanted to give a chance for the twins to interject something if you wish)

Madyson drew a broad smile as she ambled up to the twins, carrying her own small leather backpack, and a walking stick.  Her full hips swayed as she walked, making her gait seem just slightly wobbly.  She seemed pleased to see them, but something about the look on her face was a bit worried.  Veira wondered if that worried look was her resting expression.  

"You must be Veira and Deira..." she offered, "Pleased to meet you.  I'm Madyson Rowley."  "Veira," and "Deira," they responded, and were unsurprised at the confused look on her face as she tried to come up with a  good way to keep which one was which straight.  Her face went back to its usual expression as she decided that it was time to get to business.

Producing a botany book from her backpack, she opened to a page with a water colored picture of a three-leaved plant.  "As you know, we are looking for the rare and powerful herb Subligaculum Feminae, more colloquially called Lady's Bloomers."  She blushed a little as she said the name.  It is a plant with three leaves, like this one, but one has to be careful to identify it properly before picking it, as there are similar plants that not only lack its powers and potency, but should be avoided at all cost.  So if you think you've found it, call me, and we'll compare it to the book before picking it, alright?  Are there any questions?"

((I like this character already! I’ll post later tonight; the twins don’t have any immediate questions though if you want to post about guiding them towards the destination. If you don’t get around to it I’ll include that in my post later. Looking forward to this))

The twins perked up as they spied their new mentor.  "Oh my," they thought simultaneously, glancing at each other with mischievous grins that no doubt stoked the fires of Madyson's nervousness.  Each of them nodded attentively as she began speaking, hanging on every word.

"I'm Veira," said Veira, nodding in confirmation as Madyson addressed them.  "Mhmm, and I'm the other one," added Deira, grinning.  As the 'more experienced' wizard began briefing them on the details of the mission, the twins sidled around to her flanks to look at the book she held.  In the blink of an eye the girls had nestled up against each of her sides and had their heads craned to study the picture of their quarry.  At their height, stooping as they were, their heads were a bit close to Madyson's chest...

"Subligaculum Feminae, of course," Veira noted, re-pronouncing it perfectly.  "Sublubgum Fanniefae," said Deira authoritatively at the exact same time, her eyes dancing with continued mischief.  The effect of one of them saying it right and the other saying it wrong at the same time had an almost confusing, dizzying effect if one tried to pay attention to both.  It was almost as distracting as the sensation of the two curious apprentice's bodies being so suddenly pressed up on her sides.  Madyson briefly but distinctly felt the outlines of their small breasts mashing against her as they innocently studied the picture, making more little comments as they did.

"Oh, I rather like the look of it, actually," murmured Deira.

"A pretty shape about it," her sister agreed.

"Soft to the touch, for sure," Deira continued, talking about their target.  The plant, of course.

"Mhmm, it smells nice too..." added Veira, taking a slow, deep inhalation.  Deira followed suit, her eyes drifting shut a second as she took a breath.  As Madyson perhaps blushed or otherwise read into the comment during the uncomfortable silence, Veira pointed to the page displaying the plant.  Specifically, she pointed to the notes on the plant opposite the picture, which noted 'pleasing smell'.

"Pleasant smell, three leaves, grows near blackbark trees," Veira noted aloud.  As her hand drifted down the page, Madyson was sure she felt something brush against her backside, and as soon as she jumped in reaction to check it, the twins were standing upright and tightening their packs.  Perhaps it was the wind that had brushed against her butt.

"We are ready," they said in unison.  That was going to take some getting used to.

And so, the trio departed, the settlement of Baremound disappearing gradually into the distance as the forest loomed larger in front of them.  A glance backward revealed a small group of encouraging townsfolk in the distance, waving.  Madyson thought she heard a kindly older woman hollering "be careful out there..!"  Baremound.  What a nice town.

It was a long, tiresome walk to the treeline, one that had their feet tender and their calves a bit sore, but at least the weather was all pleasant sparkling spring sunshine and cool breezes.  By mid-afternoon the amount of trees around them thickened into proper a forest.  The small, whipping saplings gradually gave way to big, gnarled, old trees with low-sweeping limbs.  The twins were largely silent for the journey and didn't seem to have any problem with the traveling, so far.  If anything they were energetic and attentive, occasionally taking note of interesting plants or birds they'd never seen in person.  They briefly struggled with some unruly underbrush, at worst, almost tripping a time or two as little shoots and vines began to show up along their path.

Within another few hours, and the thickness of the trees and the setting of the sun would put them into darkness, Madyson realized.  Good thing she'd brought a trusty torch or three (and perhaps even a fancy bullseye lantern?), in case light magic wasn't an option for some reason.

What Madyson hadn't yet realized was that one of the forests' denizens had already set sight on the trio, lurking among the trees.  Rather, it was a tree, in appearance.

The 'groper' was at first glance a normal oak-like plant -- closer inspection would reveal a grinning face in the twisted bark which seemed to leer hungrily.  If Madyson noticed it in time, she'd see long, animate branches creeping down towards the party with little hooked tips...

((if you'd like to roll to add some randomness to this, we'll call this a DC 12 perception check.  Success would mean Madyson gets to act before the groper (and make a successful attack), failure will mean that the pervy treant snags an outer layer or piece of clothing off of her (and piece of gown or cloak from one of her charges!) Otherwise, go ahead and free form it -- I don't want to muck up the works by implementing mechanics where we don't need them.))

(I don't need to be too attached to the dice rolls, but sometimes it's fun not to know how something will turn out. Let's use 'em when we feel like it. I did. 1 Critical fail, lol. I don't want to undress her too fast, but, critical fail, you know?)

After a while more of walking, the sun started to set. Or, at least the trees of the forest blocked it sooner than sunset would have been in a meadow or on the sunny side of a mountain. After Madyson tripped the third time in a short period, skinning her knee a bit, she declared that it would be time to set up camp. The twins nodded, and got to work, building a double tent from pieces in their knapsack far more efficiently than Madyson, who was fumbling with the pieces. She swore to herself that she understood how to set it up, but she just couldn't get the pieces to fit together the way they were supposed to. She felt a certain amount of pressure to finish when she saw the speed with which the twins were able to accomplish the task, and she didn't want them to think her incompetent.

She was bending over, trying to tie a part of a frame to a stake when she first felt it. Something pushed her backside. She turned, but saw nothing there. The twins were off to her left, where she could keep them in her line of sight, so it hadn't been them. After staring into the woods looking for a person or animal for a moment, she turned around and got back to tying the stake.

Again, she felt something. It felt like a breeze tugging at her robe, but before she could turn, she felt another bump on her backside, or, to be fair, this time it was more like a "smack." It was hard enough to send her tumbling forward, but she slowed for a moment as there was a small resistance. With a terribly loud rrrrrrriiip sound, she felt her overdress sliding off her as she fell to the ground, getting slightly tangled in the tent ropes.

Nearby she heard Deira scream. She turned to look, and saw her with her cloak caught on a tree branch. She was trying to pull it away, but the tree seemed to be resisting her. The tree was moving!

Rolling over onto her back once she had freed herself of the tent rope, she saw a branch dangling over her, with her overdress hanging from it. She realized then what they were facing. "Treant!" she yelled. "Resistant to bludgeoning and piercing, vulnerable to FIRE!" she recited from memory. She looked down, she was still wearing a slinky, sleeveless underdress, and that was good, but her belt had snapped when the treant removed her overdress. She fumbled in the dark for her wand as the treant swung its branch at her again.

(critical success; these rolls be crazy)

With amazing luck, she found her wand in short order, just as the treant's limb came at her again. She managed to keep her underdress on, but she was knocked back a few feet and winded as the branch hit her midsection.

"Kill it with fire!" she yelled to the twins, as she started casting her own spell. her first spell was a fireball, which she realized later was a mistake. There was only one treant, after all, and she only wanted to shoot that one treant with fire, not set the forest on fire. Luckily for her, the spell missed, flying off into the sky before exploding.

The treant took a swing at Veira as well, who was standing still, as if petrified with fear. An easy mark, the treant removed her cloak. "Hey, that was my favorite cloak!" she yelled, finally coming to life. Deira, on the other hand, rushed up to the tree, and was trying to stab it with her dagger.

"Fire!" Madyson yelled while trying to dodge the next swing of its limbs. Unfortunately, it seemed the treant was more dexterous than she, and hit her on the rear hard enough to knock her to the ground. Although her clothes hadn't come off, a careful observer might have noticed a small slit starting where the limb and smacked her, right at the seam of her crack. A tiny bit of white was showing through it.

But no one had time to notice that now. Madyson finally chose the right spell for the job, firing a flame bolt at the treant. It hit with a great success, causing the creature to scream. "No...fat one is a mage." The treant stopped attacking and backed off for a moment. Madyson bit her lip, not knowing if it would charge forward again for another attack, or retreat into the woods.

The perverted treant, or ‘groper’, let out a low gravelly rumble that continued to sound like a scream. It’s branches shuddered and swung violently as it flailed about, quickly catching fire and twitching in place. Veira and Deira fumbled after their ruined cloaks and all the while tried to avoid the swinging limbs. Deira dove to the ground and landed on her chest; a flying tree branch smacked her tight behind in the chaotic fray, eliciting a yelp. Veira chanted quietly in anger and let her ruined cloak drop, throwing up her hands in a rapid series of gestures that created tiny but explosive sparks along the groper’s trunk.

The great bark-covered beast let out one final groan before doing something spectacular. Great, earthy roots ripped up from the ground around its base, suddenly acting as legs as the entire trunk wobbled. Having freed itself from the dirt, the groper began to scramble through the party’s camp, whipping its leaves to try and put the fires out. As the massive animated plant trundled past in a fury, it trampled over Madyson’s tent and sent other camp supplies flying in a wreck. A few final branches swung past, one final incidental attempt to strip some things off the girls.

((Dexterity check dc 14 to avoid the random clothing damage?))

The monster was defeated, and the campsite was half in ruin, though at least the double tent remained. The girls could pursue the monster as it rushed deeper into the forest, or stay behind and manage the damage. Any clothing removed had been consequently ruined, but there were still a few hours of proper daylight left. The twins picked themselves up, brushed themselves off, and looked to their mentor for instructions. Their little shoulders were bare now that they lacked cloaks, and they rubbed their arms and suppressed a shiver in the breeze...

((12))

Madyson looked at herself now that the beast had fled into the woods. Her underdress was torn off around the waist, revealing her pink and white panties, decorated with images of bunnies. She blushed as she saw her new apprentices notice them. They were shaken, but still had to suppress a laugh. What's more is that, since she had no plans or intentions of being stripped, she hadn't shaved above the knee in a really long time. Tufts of hair ran a few centimeters out of either leghole of the briefs, hinting to what they covered at the center.

The camp was in shambles; many of their supplies had been damaged beyond recovery. Simultaneously to processing this, Madyson looked at the half-elves. "Are you two OK?" Her question was met by a quick nod from the two still wide-eyed girls, who had huddled together a bit for warmth. Madyson, chilly herself, envied the idea of having someone else's body warmth near her right now, but, above all, she had learned to be a professional. It wasn't appropriate. So she tried salvaging a piece of tent fabric to put over her shoulders, but the groper's attack had torn it into unusably small pieces.

She picked up the lantern, which was only slightly dented, and torches, and whatever else she could salvage and put in her pack. "Do you think it will come back? It really doesn't like fire. Perhaps we should light a big campfire. And someone keep watch. As she spoke, the lessons of the "wilderness survival" seminar she had taken came back to her. It was the only class where she had ever gotten a terrible grade, and one of the only classes she took with her sister, Robyn, who aced it. "If only Robyn had come along," she thought. She sighed for a moment, in resignation.

"Let's get some wood and build a campfire." Gathering together they built a fairly large campfire, and Madyson got out her flint and steel. After two unsuccessful attempts at lighting her tinder, she conjured fire with a cantrip, and shrugged as her students looked at her.

"Help me pick up these short pieces of rope from my tent." And any metal stakes or small sticks you can find. Deira looked at her questioningly, "Why?" "We're going to make an alarm. Metal pieces work best, but sticks will do, in a pinch." The three of them walked around the campground, half bent-over. With he bottom of Madyson's underdress ripped off, this gave the twins a rather impressive view of the pink and white bunny panties, stretched uncomfortably over their mentor's wide backside. In less than an hour, they had surrounded the campsite with makeshift alarms. No creature of dog size or larger could come close to the camp without making a noise.

"Right, then," she said, "It seems we'll have to sleep in shifts. I'll take the first watch. You two, have some snacks if you brought them, and get some sleep." with that, she gestured toward their tent.

Sure enough, the sisters giggled and ogled Madyson as they went about setting up camp and placing alarms together. Every now and then Madyson swore she caught one or both of them peeking and snickering as she was bending over. They still did as they were asked, and seemed pretty apt, despite the distractions.

"Bunnies, sis!" whispered Deira.

"Shh, don't be rude," Veira said seriously, before an irrepressible smirk began to creep across her face. "Hmm," she hummed, as if pondering something.

"What...? Oh, her butt, it's big, I know," Deira quietly muttered as she held a tripwire taut for Veira to tie it up.

"It is," replied Veira, glancing at Madyson's rear for several moments, transfixed. "Not that though. Look between her thighs..!"

"Oh yeah, I noticed the hair right away. Human women get a lot of it, very early, right?" Deira said, pausing in a crouch to cant her head and stare. She glanced down towards her own crotch, as if considering what she had down there, with a frown. They quickly snapped their heads back to their work as Madyson shot them a paranoid glance and adjusted her undergarments.

After a short while, darkness came, and the campfire blazed. The twins obediently (and a little wearily) crawled into their tent to sleep. Madyson took first watch. There was a nice cleared patch of ground where she was able to set up a bedroll, and she bundled up next to the fire. For the first hour, she was reasonably wary that the beast may return for another attempt, but she felt safe and warm enough near the small blaze. Around the end of that hour, Madyson heard the tent flaps rustling. The twins stuck their heads out.

"We... can't sleep," Deira began, biting her lower lip sheepishly.

"We're scared, actually," said Veira.

"And we uh, don't actually need much sleep," Deira added. "We taught ourselves to enter reverie, like full elves."

"It's true," Veira continued for her. "It's like a trance, but we're aware of our surroundings."

Madyson thought on her lore of elves and remembered this to be true, at least she had read. It was nearly unheard of in half elves, but they seemed earnest enough.

"Can we come keep you company?" they asked meekly, in unison, and Madyson found it quite difficult to resist. Before she could protest, they crawled out of the tent and over to either side of her. Madyson's heart jumped a little when she realized they were wearing very impractical, flimsy lavender nighties and little else. She got a brief glimpse right down one of their tops as they crept, confirming this, and feeling a little conflicted upon spotting bright pink nipples, stiff in the chilly forest breeze.

The twins shivered as they nestled up next to her and the campfire, a bit like when they had been checking out the picture of the plant. The warmth of their slender figures pressed against her was kind of nice, and she was getting a touch sleepy after the long day and the boredom of sitting around on proper camp watch. The twins' eyelids seemed heavy as they instinctively slid skinny arms around her, resting their heads on her bosom rather innocently.

"We'll keep watch," Veira said, her voice muffled by Madyson's chest.

"Stay out here with us, please..?" Deira pleaded, looking at Madyson with large eyes.

What would Madyson decide to do..?

(I would have written more, but I'm not sure what the twins want to achieve here, so it's more fun to see hwo they react when Madyson demurrs)  
Madyson blushed as she felt tingle of attraction.  This was inappropriate.  She could ruin her reputation as a professional mage!  (Not that she had much of one, anyway.)  But the twins were rather adorable.  She felt the moisture of desire building underneath her bunny panties, and hoped it wasn't obvious enough yet that they would notice.  It was embarrassing and disgraceful, she thought, given their relationship.

"Well...I'm sorry, girls, she said, nervously, but I can't achieve reverie.  I'm-I'm going to need to sleep some.  Would it be alright if I slept in your tent?  That horrid tree destroyed mine."

The twins shivered a bit, looking at each other with a hint of disappointment.

"Uhm, sure, go ahead," Deira said. Veira nodded and gestured to the tent.

"We'll keep watch, go get some sleep," they suggested. Madyson gratefully went off to crawl into the still-warm tent, which smelled faintly of the girls which had just been in it. The twins stared at Madyson's butt as she wiggled into the fairly cramped tent.

And so she slept. When she woke up, she was surprisingly warm. The sun must've been out, and it felt like there were more blankets on her than she could handle. She felt... a weight around her.

She blinked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Despite being in the tent, it was quite bright. It must've been late morning and... and the twins were in the tent with her..?

Madyson sat up with a start, looking down to confirm the twins' presence. They were sleeping peacefully on either side of her, legs draped over her legs and arms intertwined around her torso. With a sleepy murmur of protest, one of them (it was impossible to tell which right now) nuzzled Madyson's covered breasts and ground her hips gently against her thigh. They were still dressed in the skimpy night gowns which did very little to conceal what they were actually rubbing against her...

One of the twins seemed to have her eyes half-open and she merely smirked and stretched in a very feline manner. When she straightened her legs entirely, Madyson blushed at how much of her thighs showed when her sheer nightie rode up. "Sleep well?" the half-elf said.

((no worries. The twins (or perhaps their creator) feed off of sexual tension, so whatever actions Madyson does or doesn't take are totally acceptable. Feel free to get Madyson and the girls deeper into the forest, or reprimand them for seemingly sleeping during their watch, haha... I'll go off of whatever prompts you give. In no hurry here but if I sense that you need direction i'll move the action along more quickly))

((I'm enjoying the tension Madyson has. She does feel an attraction, but she's their teacher. But more interestingly, she isn't sure if they want a teacher, mother figure (she's too young to be their mom, technically), to sleep with her, or to mock her. And that insecurity of hers is pretty cute, I think.))

Madyson got up slowly. In reference to the half-elf's question, she nodded, looking around her in disbelief. She wanted to examine her panties to see if her dampness was evident to the two girls. But if she looked, she'd only be drawing attention to the issue. Her dreams had been a little too good, and now she knew why. She reflected on what a disaster the trip had been so far, the attack by that horrible tree (and did he leave a huge bruise on her backside?), very near unprofessional contact with her new apprentices...being stripped almost down to her underwear...

"Let's get up." The twins were slow to move, but Madyson gently pushed them aside and climbed to her feet, stepping outside the small tent. "Time to break camp. We need to find the herb and get out of this--"

Her voice trailed off. "We came from that way, right?" Veira nodded. Now that the sun was up, Madyson saw what she hadn't been able to see in the fading light. All around, everywhere she looked, were Blackbark trees. She bit her lip. "How could we have gone this far into the forest already?"

Digging into her backpack furiously, "Now, where's that map...." She suddenly stopped. "I think I remember it spilling out of my bag when the treant attacked. I think the treant kicked it into the creek over there. It must be long gone by now. But I was too busy trying to keep us alive...and clothed, for that to fully sink in."

Deira and Veira looked on in shock, then continued packing up their tent.

"So...Subligaculum Feminae grows somewhere around this kind of tree...all we have to do is find it...soon...and we can spend the rest of the day heading back, right? It can't be THAT bad in the deep forest, right?" She was clearly trying to convince herself.

Just out of their earshot, up at the level of the tree canopy, four tiny eyes were watching. "Look! Biggins!" said one fairy. The other nodded. "Biggins aren't supposed to come here. Not here." the other replied. "We'll have to teach them a lesson so their kind will never come back." "Yes. A good lesson. Let's call the others."

((I can work with this! I’ll be moving the story along as soon as I next have a chance. Works prettty busy this week soo... Could be later tonight, hopefully, but if not it’ll be done by Thursday. ))

((I'm thinking the vengeful fairies can follow them the whole story, and keep coming back with more and more plans! No worries on the work, life's hard.))

((Heya. Been in with the flu. Gonna try to post a lil something))

"Well's lets have a quick look up there, then, perhaps?" Deira suggested with a shrug, pointing just up ahead to the trees.

The trio of women picked about the blackbarks, carefully considering the various flora sprinkled around the forest floor, growing up in thick, verdant clumps. Veira adjusted her long gloves, tightening them, and seemed to be quirking a brow at some strange looking flowers as she reached down to handle them. She gasped silently as a sudden gust of pollen came up and hit her in the face. The apprentice blinked and staggered back a few feet, letting out little coughs. What was that? she wondered, feeling a little dizzy. Turning slowly, she gradually began panting, and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. The magical, aphrodisiac, flower had gotten her, and over the next minute or two she would be overwhelmed with... urges.

Nearby, Deira was cautiously staring at a vine-covered tree. Some growth on it covered the tree like a dark, plated fungus that made it look like black bark, from a distance. The girl hummed and warily considered the possible-treant. She decided to draw her wand as she approached, wondering if she was going to become paranoid of plants before this adventure was over. One of the fairies fluttered down in utter silence behind her, covering her mouth in a giggle.

"Lesson time," it whispered giddily as it pointed its hand and shot out a silent, thin beam of sparkling green energy. The beam trailed down the middle of Deira's back and through her gown. Deira didn't seem to notice at all, for now, but it would become obvious soon that a large cut had been made from her gown between her shoulder blades to just above her butt. The clasp of her strapless bra was showing, damaged but somehow having held up to the magic beam, and her skin was unharmed. The gown itself would begin slipping soon enough, though, causing her to shiver as her eyes widened and she realized something was wrong. It wasn't the tree she had her wand pointed at, though.

Madyson was making her way towards a rather promising patch of plants, maybe a stone's throw away from the others. The fairy that had decided to torment her had done quick work with a bit of water conjuration and plant growth. As the girls' mentor was about to walk up to what may well be a large cluster of Lady's Bloomers, she felt her ankle hit something taut. A tripwire of thick vine had been drawn across her path and she came toppling forward, hard. The mage found her chest and some of her upper body suddenly splattered with cold, wet mud, and her clothes soaked. As Madyson pulled her muck-covered face up with a gasp, blinking, her heart froze up in a moment of dread. She one of her ponytails yanked back, as if by a tiny hand, specifically, but it was strong.

Whatever was assaulting her out of nowhere continued to move quickly, and Madyson began to struggle a little bit as she felt something suddenly pinch between her thighs and in the crack of her ass -- someone or something was pulling her panties up hard behind her. At this point, her mind was racing -- was it more aggressive plant life? A monster of some kind?

Then, she heard the tiny, musical giggling, high pitched and a little sadistic. The mage cried out as the wedgie bit harder into her butt and her head was yanked back, making it difficult for her to move. Her suspicions were confirmed as she cried out in pain and her mouth hung open. A minuscule fey woman fluttered in front of her, taunting by sticking out her tongue. The fairy stuck both hands forward.

"Your face's all muddy! Lemme help!" and a strong blast of icy cold water came from the pixie's hands to hit Madyson in her face and open mouth. The mage gurgled, unable to really move, as the wicked little creatures tormented her. Sputtering, Madyson felt the stream of magical water let up... but something was very wrong. One of her ponytails, it seemed, had been connected via string or vine or rope or something... to her panties. And so she was rather uncomfortably bound in a very awkward position. Madyson watched as the fairies that attacked her fluttered around in front of her.

"This is no place for you," one said, blowing a kiss. "Better get out or we'll come back!" another said in a similarly high-pitched voice. It seemed, mercifully, as if they were going to fly away. And the twins, well, rather unfortunately, were both just now beginning to come around. One, holding up her slipping gown, and the other, with lust-glazed eyes and a disconcerting smile.

"Master?" they shouted out in unison as they began to run up, their voices clearly worried.

(Hope you're better soon.  And...nice chapter!)

Madyson just groaned as the twins approached her.  This was so embarrassing.  And uncomfortable!  Her head was up at a neck-straining angle, and moving it increased the tension on the wedgie those cursed little fae had given her.  "Help me?" she managed to get out.

Veira rushed to the mage, and saw her predicament.  Deira followed, and was unable to suppress a laugh.  "What happened to you?"  "Fairies.  Damned fairies!" Madyson spat, as Veira moved in to "help" her.  "Ow, what are you doing?" she replied as the half elf grabbed a handful of on of her large ass cheeks.  "Mmmmmm," Veira replied, slipping one gloved finger under the crotch of the tight and soaked panties.   Deira, laughing audibly at this point, came over to help.  "Looks like they did a job on you," she said, pulling out her dagger.  Pushing her sister aside a bit with her shoulder, she cut the vine that tied Madyson's hair to her panties, but without any warning.  Madyson's neck was so tired at this point, that the vine was holding it in place, so, immediately and comically, as soon as her hair was freed, her face dropped back into the mud puddle.

That's when the dip of Veira's gloved finger first slid into its target.  Madyson's upper body bent back violently, pulling her face from the mud as she spat out the mud that had gotten into her mouth in surprise.  "What.  Is.  That?"

"Just relax," said Veira, pulling the wet bunny panties down her thighs as Madyson climbed onto all fours, trying to stand up.  "You know, we inherited powerful senses from our Elven side," she continued, as Deira looked at her in surprise and Madyson was trying to stand up.  "We knew you wanted us when we were outside the tent....and then in it.  You know, your juices smell unusually good for a human..."  (I'm taking the lust spell as all inhibition is gone, including discretion in words.)

"Glad to know," Madyson said uncomfortably, now so desperate to keep her panties on that she had placed the top of her head back on the muddy ground to free her hands up to reach for them.  

"Veira, what are you doing?" Deira said, pulling her own dress back into place.  But then, something happened no one expected.  Veira lunged face-forward into Madyson's backside.  As the mage hadn't quite gotten her panties back into place, this put Veira's mouth right on Madyson's fur-covered womanhood. and the mage let out a shriek as she felt a tongue probe its way in.  "Don't!" she said.

But Veira was under a spell.  Her tongue kept moving, and Madyson finally succumbed to it.  Considering the tension that had started almost as soon as they met, it didn't take her long.  First, she shrieked in orgasm, and then she collapsed back into the muddy puddle, Veira's face going in with her, landing face-down between her parted thighs.  Veira barely seemed to notice the mud on her face. In short order, she had climbed on Madyson's back, tearing at what was left of the mage's dress, and sliding one of her gloved hands up her own...

Deira looked on, unable to know what to make of this.

((hot. I always find stories/adventures like this one work the most practically when both players do a little bit of controlling of all the characters))

Deira looked on in continued confusion, wondering just what had gotten into her sister. Their usual empathic link was... cloudy... and filled with lust. While Deira was inclined at first to think this was some prolonged prank, the longer she watched, the lustier she got.

"V-Veira?" she said with a nervous chuckle, taking a few steps forward as Veira seemed to mount their new master, who was on all fours.

"Hush sister... let me have a little fun for once... maybe join in?" she looked back at her twin with a wink. Deira looked shocked even more in that moment, holding a hand to her chest and watching in fascination as Veira reached back to slide a hand down Madyson's ass to give it a spank. The half-elf's eyes widened at the spank as Madyson's ass jiggled generously.

Veira's hand went further down to plunge two of her fingers into Madyson's wet cunny. The entry made a lewd, wet sound that was unmistakable, causing Madyson to blush redder under the layer of mud on her face. Looking a little bit mad herself, Veira was smiling through her own mud-covered features, showing a pearly white grin as the clumps of brown dripped down her otherwise pristine features.

Her own hand rested between her legs and seemed to be working furiously under her gown. Little whimpering moans escaped her lips, and Madyson could feel the girl's hips grinding against the hand pressed between her thighs and Madyson's back. Sure enough, her new apprentice was humping her own hand as she rode Madyson. Slender thighs wrapped around her midsection to keep her there as Madyson attempted to move and wiggle away from her enticing predicament.

"That's right, ride, my little pony!" the ordinarily reserved Veira giggled wickedly, kicking her heels like spurs into Madyson's fleshy sides, which also jiggled in response. Veira let out an uncharacteristic neighing noise to prompt her onward and perhaps to make her a little more outraged at the taunting.

"Whoa, sis... are you actually okay?" Deira said with a giggle, craning her neck to get a better look between Madyson's thighs as she followed the spectacle. "It's uh, not exactly safe here for all this..." she paused, choosing her words carefully. "Horse play."

"Let me help you two," Deira offered tentatively, trying to wrest her sister from atop her new master, and trying to push her master away from the girl who had gone a little mad with lust. Deira grunted, grabbing a handful of Madyson's robe, while bracing a hand on Veira's shoulder. The results weren't great. Veira had been yanking at Madyson's dress like one would hastily denude a lover, and the top part of her robe had been popping at the seams. When Deira yanked on it in an attempt to get Madyson out from under Veira, she heard a tell-tale "shrriiip" and found herself stumbling away a few feet with the remains of the robe in her hand. She blushed and looked down at it wide-eyed. "Oops," she muttered meekly.

Madyson bucked once and promptly fell back into the muck, chest first, with a splat.

"She... she can go again," Veira said, ignoring her sister for the most part. Her eyes drifted shut as breathy whispers escaped her lips. Then, her hands thrust a little more quickly, causing Madyson to buck, and buck again harder. The woman trapped beneath Veira squirmed and wiggled, trying to get the rather light figure off her back as the humiliation and pleasure mounted once more.

N-no... please! Madyson's thoughts raced as she felt the second orgasm mounting. The first could've been an accident... not again, like this..! she begged internally, but her body wouldn't stop. The thought of the girl's hand working her tender folds, penetrating her for her sister to watch... all the while the girl was getting off, right on her back!

Madyson's mouth opened in a loud groan as her juices squirted out of her in a second orgasm. The timing was magical; Veira's grinding seemed to reach its climax at about the same time. The slight half-elf gasped and her eyes opened as the pleasure washed over her; it would be right about upon achieving orgasm that the flower's aphrodisiac effects would diminish greatly, leaving her to realize she'd just cum all over her new master's back. Her sopping panties stuck between her thighs, and both of her gloved hands were damp and sticky with natural lubrication. Madyson felt the wet warmth on the bare skin of her back.

Neither Madyson nor Veira had too much time to consider the circumstances, though, or even enjoy the climax. Madyson felt Veira's weight pitch forward as they both moaned in humiliated ecstasy. Mouths agape, Madyson's head plunged down into the mud again, and Veira's entire front flew into the impromptu muck puddle the fairies had created. Her little ass stuck up in the air, dress flying up, her sheer panties plastered to her sex from the fluids and clearly visible when Madyson eventually picked her head up out of the goop. Veira began to sob softly as she slowly pulled her face up and spat out a lump of watery mud.

Wordless sobs continued to escape her lips as Deira trotted over to help her up, now unsure how much of a joke the whole thing was. In elvish she began to console her and help her to her feet, forgetting her loose top for a second. Deira's face reddened but she used her hands to help her disheveled, bedraggled sister to her feet. Tender hands wiped the mud from her face and cooed consolation. "There there now sis, you okay?" Her lacy, skimpy bra somewhat covered her mostly flat chest, but the clasp was weakened in the back.

Madyson moaned and picked herself up slowly, realizing at length that her panties had gotten lost somewhere. She could dig through the expansive mud puddle for them (and if she did, she'd find them torn at one hip, but somewhat salvageable). Wiping the stuff from her eyes, Madyson wondered if she was imagining things -- just in her line of sight, not visible before from where they'd been standing, was a beautiful, crystalline pool fed by a gentle waterfall. The picturesque clearing was maybe 80 to a hundred yards ahead, at the end of a well-trodden path through the trees. Something about it seemed especially serene, even at this distance.

To make it even more enticing, it looked as if there was a fair smattering of blackbark trees in the area. Maybe the trio would have better luck there, and have a chance to clean themselves up, if they didn't feel like turning tail and running back to town already!

Madyson climbed up to her feet, blinking in disbelief, and blushing as much as anyone might notice. She looked down at her chubby body, now totally exposed, except for a bra that once was white. Her face and most of her body was covered in slimy, dark mud. And her mound of pubic hair, so different from the half elves, seemed nearly to be standing at attention as the caked mud had tugged it downward when she was on all fours, and now it looked like little spikes of mud-covered hair. Adding her appearance to the social awkwardness that just took place, this might have been her most humiliating day ever, and that was saying a lot in her case. It was worse than the time when the other mages at the adventurer's academy shrinked her uniform and smallclothes so they fit so ill that she was giving everyone a show for the rest of the day. It was worse than her first time in the arena, where she was stripped in public, and failed at exercising in front of the crowd. It was even worse than when that horrible teen, Collette, was hitting her with a slingshot, and she chased her onto the rooftop of a bakery, falling through into a cake, except for her underwear caught in a nail on the roof. It was even worse than losing in tte arena a second time and having a target painted on her backside while Collette shot her to the cheers of the crowd.

For a few moments, she said nothing, except for an occassional "meep" of embarrassment on surprise. Digging through the mud for a while
(it was hard for her to get muddier than she was), she found her panties. They were slick with wet mud, but she felt so self-conscious, she slid them on anyway, tying a knot where they were torn.

When she was satisfied, she turned her head to Deira (it was still too awkward to look at Veira, although she couldn't hold Deira's gaze for long, either, having seen what she had seen), she said. "We need to find that plant, and get out of these woods. But we're lost and...um...hostile entities don't want us here. If we find the way out before the plant....maybe we ought to take it." Deira nodded, and adjusted her slipping dress. Madyson looked to the tempting pool ahead.

"I think it might help if I cleaned up some. Besides, maybe we'll find the Lady's Bloomer by the pool. Let's go." Veira and Deira nodded in unison.

The path to the pool was surprisingly easy. Madyson didn't trip even once, which was unusual for her. At the same time, the path seemed longer than she could have judged, as if the pool and its surrounds were magically receding from them. Progress was slow, but they arrived at the pool after an hour of the easiest hiking they had so far.

"That was weird," said Madyson. "Well, what are you waiting for?" With that, she waded into the lake to about the depth of her navel, taking off her panties and waving them in the water to clear them of mud with one hand, while stroking her caked pubic hair to remove the mud with the other.

Veira and Deira left their shoes at the shore, and waded in calf-deep, hiking up their dresses to keep them dry. Veira cleansed the mud from her face. The setting was idyllic beyond belief. Everything here was perfect.

Up above them, unseen, two fairies hovered in the trees. "That's not the way out....bigguns violate the sacred pool. Why did they come here?" The other fairy's face blossomed into a puckish grin. "I might have...suggested it, in a way." "But why, sister?" The other fairy merely pointed at the scene developing below.

Madyson looked shocked and concerned. "Girls? I think my legs are trapped in weeds or something...I can't move." "I'll help--what?" vVeira replied. Deira looked down. Weeds and vines that weren't there before had suddenly grown from the bottom, entangling themselves around the sisters' feet and ankles. Deira pulled out her dagger to cut herself free, but it's as if the weeds were growing as fast as she could cut.

Madyson shrieked as something collided with her backside. Turning to look, a large, tooth catfish was exploring the new obstacle in its environment.''

But at the center of the pool, bubbles were rising, as if the water was boiling. The three watched in shock as dark weeds broke the surface. Or, weed-like green hair, on a huge green head! The figure continued rising, until a beautiful, but ver powerfully built, ten-foot tall, shimmering green woman was standing before them.

"I am the Guardian of the Crystall Fall," the woman said, "Why do you desecrate my sacred pool with your filthy bodies, outsiders? Ah, your pretexts are of no consequence. You will be disciplined for your trespass. You will become as a warning to your kind."

((ok, I have bounced back from the flu and am ready to continue..! Or, perhaps, to wrap this up. I have a decent conclusion planned, I think...))

Veira, Deira, and Madyson all looked up from their respective predicaments. The tall green figure looked down on them with a sort of impassive disdain, and they all shook at the sound of her booming but serene voice.

"W-we're sorry!" Veira tried to blurt out, before squealing in surprise. Something was going on in the water by her legs, and, suddenly, Veira seemed to shoot down a few feet. The girl was up to her neck in the seemingly shallow water. Her eyes widened in shock and fear, and she began gasping and squirming.

"Veira!" Deira shouted out defensively, but as she tried to wade over, she heard a subtle shifting noise and the rustling of vegetation. The half elf raised her dagger and went to stab downward, under the water, but found she could not. Looking up, an impossibly long vine was reaching down from above, near the banks of the water, and had wrapped around Deira's wrist. She immediately, frantically went to grab the dagger with her free hand, just as a similar vine revealed itself, swinging down from above to wrap around her other wrist. She cried out and dropped the dagger as the two vines on her wrists pulled up suddenly.

Deira was bound, hand and foot, through her lower half was still submerged in the pool. Her arms were stretched up above her as she struggled.

Madyson indeed had her own issues to deal with. She felt a sudden, blunt pain in her backside as if a large, dull bear trap had clamped down on it. The mage squealed at the discomfort as she tried to get away from whatever it was that was biting the fleshy globes of her ass!

She yelped and tried to trudge through the water but found that her ankles were wrapped up in the aquatic vegetation. The curious, dog-sized catfish released its painful grip on her butt, only to begin nibbling at it in idle bites. Each little nip caused Madyson to hop in place, as best she could, and begin flailing about trying to get away from the thing or smack it to dissuade it. The curious and hungry creature was relentless, though, and before Madyson knew it, she was playing tug-of-war with the catfish her panties.

Madyson lost quickly; she felt another stinging pain in her butt as she squirmed to try and look at what was happening, then, in dread, felt the thing thrash about and yank her panties clean off, disappearing in the water.

Glancing over at her apprentices, as if they could perhaps help, Madyson found them in different states of distress. Veira was still up to her neck in water, screaming in a panic and looking down as if something was happening to her out of sight. Deira had been pulled up above water level, revealing vines around each of her ankles which led beneath the water's surface. Her wrists were uncomfortably pulled above her head, leaving her totally vulnerable and helpless. Deira's soaked clothes clung to her body tightly, but not for long. The damaged part of the back of her dress hadn't been fully repaired, and the sodden garment began to peel off of the front of her body. Her face began to turn even redder.

"Whoopsie!" chirped one mischievous fairy that was hovering behind Deira. Deira's eyes widened as she looked down at her slipping dress. As her pale torso was revealed, Madyson could see that she had a strapless bra covering her modest bosom.

"Let us go!" she shrieked, struggling.

"Wrong response!" the fairy chirped again, seeming to create a sudden flash of light. When Deira squinted and opened her eyes to see what had happened, she felt the wet bra snap in the back and drop swiftly. She cried out again as her practically flat chest stuck out, with her light pink nipples having hardened into still little nubs.

The half elf bound with vines whined and shivered in place as she felt the gown 'assisted' off of her body by the animate vines that crept up out of the water. Her damp undergarments clung to her hips and tight little ass, leaving very little to the imagination. Despite her best efforts to keep her thighs together, one could clearly see the way the panties stuck to the smooth, hairless mound between her legs.

The large green woman, the Guardian of the Crystal Fall, continued to watch wordlessly, as if this was just a preview of the 'discipline' she had in mind. Her eyes flicked only briefly in Madyson's direction.

((at this point, I have some ideas, but I wanted to know if you had any additional things to add to this scene. The big scary fairy lady has a grand finale in mind, but before that, for narrative reasons, Madyson should faint from the stress of what is going on.))

Madyson stopped, paralyzed with fear as what may as well have been a forest goddess stood before them, judging. Slowly, gradually, Madyson realized that the catfish wasn't the only thing she needed to be worrying about. She still felt the tight vines keeping her feet in place, but other... things... were brushing past her bare calves, thighs, ass, and crotch. Most of them felt like tiny little scaly things, like guppies or other tiny, nibbling fish, but every now and then something slimy would send a shiver through her body by gliding uncomfortably close to her lady parts.

"N-no!" Madyson screamed, reaching down into the water to thrash at the fish and try to keep them from 'investigating' her any further. Then, without warning, it seemed as if she did still have to worry about that catfish. Another large clamping sensation went through one of her buttocks as the big fish came back to try another bite. As Madyson's hands flew to grab the fish by it's open mouth in an attempt to pry it off, she shuddered again. A slimy hand was sliding its way up her thigh! Though the water had become muddied, Madyson saw a feminine outline in front of her, under the water. Some sort of water nymph or other aquatic fey that appeared as a woman was teasing her, slipping a hand up her thigh as she struggled to detach the catfish. A cloud of dark green hair swirled about the water nymph's head, though otherwise she seemed like a much smaller version of the Guardian they were facing.

((at this point, you can continue the scene for us and end it with Madyson passing out from the stress or embarrassment, or we can say that she passes out here from what is happening and I'll... well, I'll begin the ending ))

((Hmmm, I'm interested that you have a plan.  My plan involved spanking, and getting Madyson dirty again, kind of an insult by undoing what brought her to the pond.   But I'll see what you have in store!))

((so, do you want to post again before she passes out or shall I just proceed..? You could include some of that stuff if ya feel like..!))

((I didn't know if it messed with your plans.))

Madyson shrieked as the giant guardian reached for her. Suddenly, the vines around her ankles slackened, allowing her to be picked up by the two large hands under her arms. She didn't stop crying out as she was carried a few feet away from the pond, where the guardian sat on a rock, still silent.

"You will be disciplined!" said her booming voice, as Madyson was draped over her knee. "You will be as a warning to all your kind!" With that, the giant hand smacked her backside. She was being spanked like a child.

Madyson moaned and screamed as the large hands slapped her jiggling backside. Unsurprisingly, the giant guardian was very strong, and her large mitts punished wide swaths of Madyson's skin, without digging in--the increased surface area made huge slap sounds, and the chunky buttocks registered an even red all over in no time. The pain of this was compounded by the soreness from the fish nibbles the fleshy globes had recently undergone in the pond.

After what seemed like a lifetime to Madyson, the giantess paused. "Why did you desecrate the sacred pool with your filthy bodies?" she repeated.

Madyson was shedding tears like a cloud shedding rain. "I-I-I just wanted to clean up--I was covered in mu-"

"YOU ARE TO BE AS AN EXAMPLE TO ALL YOUR KIND!" the guardian shouted, picking up Madyson by her right leg. Madyson could only whine as she dangled upside-down for a moment. Then, the giantess turned, and she was looking at a muddy quagmire near the pool. Raising her up, the giantess flung her face first into the mud. Madyson picked up her face long enough to clear her eyes and mouth, then lost consciousness.

"AND YOU?" the guardian said, making her way toward the twins.

Madyson swooned and began to lose consciousness as she saw the guardian stomping towards her two bound apprentices. She was dimly aware of the pair of them held up by vines, spread eagle and shouting in dismay...

The mage briefly regained consciousness later and felt soreness on her buttocks and around her wrists and ankles. She was definitely bound up by some firm, thick vines. Madyson was being moved around by the vines and what felt like a large pair of hands. She tried to moan out in confusion by found that she was gagged for the time being and couldn't close her mouth entirely. Blinking, she looked up from the muddy ground to see someone on all fours in front of her. One of the twins was totally naked on hands and knees, about five feet ahead. She remembered thinking that it was strange -- the twin (whichever it was) seemed to be waiting there, not frozen stiff, but relatively still. A giddy fairy was artfully writing something on her back with muddy hands. Madyson felt a sudden tug on the vines, and she was splayed out. As her legs and arms were stretched, almost painfully, she felt consciousness mercifully elude her once more...

When she woke, she found that she, too, was on her hands and knees, which felt sore and scraped. Her body ached. Was she being dragged along the ground? Her wrists and ankles were no longer aching from binds, but instead she felt an awkward network of ropy vines across her body. In particular, her head and hips were wrapped a few times over, and her sagging, pendulous breasts were uncomfortably bound as well as something carried her forward. Something warm and wet tickled her nethers pleasurably, prompting a sudden squirm from the mage. Her face felt like it was pressed against something soft. Attempting to cry out as she opened her eyes, she felt her own shout get muffled.

Blinking at the sunlight, she realized she was no longer in the forest. Indeed, she looked forward and saw one of the twins' asses, right in front of her face. Her face was in fact tied to Deira's rear, not that she could tell which twin it was. This left her mouth pressed against the silken folds of Deira's cunny, slick with juices, and her nose was practically in her ass. The twin seemed to be dutifully dragging her along, with Veira's help. Madyson could barely make out the words "Stay out of the forest!" written in mud on the small of Deira's back.

Veira, as it happened, had her head tied to Madyson's hips in a similar fashion. That tickling sensation the mage felt upon awakening had been the girl's tongue twisting around and lapping against her tender petals. Strangely, it didn't seem like the twins were distressed by the odd situation. If anything, they seem spirited -- they ordinarily didn't seem hearty enough of build to drag themselves on hands and knees, along with Madyson's weight, across what must've been a great distance.

With her senses coming to her in this nightmarish situation, Madyson blinked, eyes wide in horror, looking around. Now that she was conscious she began to crawl along in sync with the girls to avoid her shins dragging through the grass, she had little choice. Reaching up, she patted Deira pleadingly on the butt, trying to get her attention to see just what the hell she was doing. She moaned a muffled cry of protest, trying to ask her to stop emphatically, but the vibrations of her mouth against the girl's sex only made her emit a whimper of pleasure.

"Hmmhmmmph!!" Madyson protested, tugging at the vines and attempting to wiggle free. They wouldn't even loosen. She just found her face bouncing around between Deira's smooth thighs, nuzzling the half elf's crotch.

"Mmmmhhmmmhmff!" Madyson heard from between her thighs, and felt the vibrations of Veira's mouth against her pussy, her face constantly tickled by the thick bush of mud-caked hair. Veira didn't seem to be protesting, so much; if anything she seemed to be making inarticulate moaning noises just to drive the mage wild. And occasionally her tongue would flick out to lash against her naughty bits. Why were the twins acting crazy?

Madyson didn't have time to speculate as to whether or not the twins were enchanted by the guardian to act this way or if their minds had snapped in the woods. She heard something up ahead, and saw that the twins were dragging her towards Baremound! The little village was just up ahead -- Deira and Veira must've been doing all day! That, or the guardian and her servants had 'assistants' had helped them all out of the woods.

As if the realization that Baremound was in view wasn't bad enough, there seemed to be a crowd of villagers and tourists alike gathered on the outskirts of town. Anticipatory cheers and calls rang out from the distance as if beckoning the awkwardly bound trio. Within a minute, the twins would be dragging Madyson towards or past a giant audience of people who... seemed to be gathered as if expecting some kind of spectacle like this..!

"Ha!  The fat one's kissing the elf's ass, and the other elf is kissing the fat one's ass!  It's like some kinda human bug or somethin.  Precious!" a woman's voice cried out.  Madyson would normally be enraged at just being known as "the fat one," but she was unable to speak in her current situation, and had bigger issues to deal with in general.  "Looks like the fairies showed these two a thing or two!" shouted an obvious out-of-towner.  As they got closer, the jeers continued, but suddenly, a low, concerned murmur went over the crowd.  Madyson wished she could turn her head to see what they were talking about, but her attempts at turning her neck were only rewarded with an increased wetness in Deira's slit, and a little moan.  Veira's face was pressing into her harder than ever, and she struggled not to give in to the pleasure.

Then, she could hear people reading what it said on their backs, "Keep out of the woods," said a man, reading with authority, "but the fat one's back says, 'Keep your big fat ass'...oh, here's the rest on the other elf...'out of our sacred pool.'  Uh-oh."

The tourists were still laughing an enjoying themselves at the expense of the three mages, but the locals were starting to look concerned.  "Send for the Queensguard to pick these three up.  Syndra won't stand for this," said the man who had read their signs.  "Elsa, tell them."

A heavily-built blonde woman with a long braid bent down to the level of the girl's faces.  "Well," she said, "usually, when idiots like you go traipsing around the forest, we get a good laugh as they come running out, naked, with terrifying stories of the forest critters.  But you three...you're in a lot of trouble.  You see, Baremound here used to have a lot of bad blood with the fairy folk...cursed cattle, dying crops, sick children, the whole mess.  But Syndra's people came here and made an agreement with 'em.  We don't delve into their forests, especially not past the blackbark trees, and they won't bother us.  No one alive in this generation has seen that sacred pool, and that's a good thing.  We are never supposed to get close to it--we only know the tales from generations ago.  Whoever did this to you in there says you went in the sacred pool.  This could mean war with the fairy folk.  I'm surprised they let you come back at all, but I guess they sent you back in a way so humiliating, it's unlikely too many folk will be heading into the woods again for a few years, at least, not deep into he woods.  We're gonna send for the Queen's guards.  They'll take you back where she or her magistrates can decide what to do with you.  In the meantime, you must be hungry..."

With a cruel smile, Elsa ungagged Deira, and only Deira.  Then, she put two bowls that looked to be for dog food on the ground.  One, she filled with beer, the other, beans.  "Eat up, elf.  Enjoy it."  ((You can decide whether grossness happens or not, lol.))

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