Posted on 2017-12-25 02:03:14
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This was a pseudo commission for Friye, first time I tried writing for a request, hope that everybody likes it.

[spoiler=US version]US VERSION
The life an adventurer is a great many things, but dull is never one of them. The most innocent looking tasks could easily become epic quests, and the sheer number of such errands most townspeople endlessly seemed to generate meant that an adventurer looking for their big break had to keep an eye out for any opportunities that arose, and Sasha the Tandren rogue was no exception. Sasha’s slit yellow pupils glanced up over the drink in her hand, idly watching the people in the tavern as they gossiped about this or that, her sensitive ears listening carefully for any intriguing tidbits amongst the general chatter. She was currently in the middle of a lull in her schedule, so when Sasha saw the cute little waitress at the tavern she was staying at post a reward for clearing out a cave full of goblins that were suddenly venturing farther than usual from their cave in the highlands and threatening the nearby town, she leapt at the opportunity. It was a straightforward job, had a nice reward, and it gave her a chance to “do good” as it were; couldn’t ask for any better a task.
And that was how Sasha ended up to her armpits in swarm after swarm of goblins. Sasha’s muzzle curled into a triumphant smirk, long canines gleaming as she stood over the body of the last member of the most recent wave. Slipping her blade into its sheathe, she picked up a vial that had rolled from one of the rare goblin spellcasters, giving it a cautionary sniff with her keen nose and swishing around the pale purple liquid inside before shoving it inside of one of her side pouches. She had learned long ago that it was unwise to drink such a potion before identifying it unless there was no other choice, but they were still worth hanging on to. Sasha tensed her powerful legs before leaping across a dark ravine, landing gracefully with the help of her long, powerful tail. Sasha glanced down a nearby chasm, judging the distance down and taking a moment to prepare herself for the drop.
Sasha noticed the distinct shift in her surroundings before darkness enveloped her vision as she rapidly descended down the chasm. Sasha landed silently, eyes closed as she stood perfectly still and perked her long sensitive ears, wary of any threats as she scoped out the area she was in. Sasha could hear a soft dripping sound as it echoed around the large cave, and the air was heavy and wet with a distinct hum of mana vibrating the fur on the back of her neck, but as she gave the air a sniff, Sasha was surprised by a sweet scent filling her sensitive snout. Muttering a Tandren chant and opening her eyes, Sasha was quite thankful for her naturally superior night-vision as she took in the room around her. The bright yellow flickering torchlight from before was now replaced with a gentle blue luminescent glow that provided a fair amount of light as it spilled over the edge of the pit that dominated the middle of the cavernous chamber. Sasha crept forward and peered over the edge, eyes widening as she took in the unbelievable sight before her.
She was stood roughly thirty feet above a gently glowing pool, its pale blue light serving to illuminate several spiraling stony outcroppings. Sasha was hit with another waft of the sweet aroma from before, and she was now sure that the scent was now coming from the unknown luminescent liquid below. It was not an unpleasant scent, undeniably sweet in nature, but with a degree of savory weight that she couldn’t quite place, and as she took in another deep breath, a feeling of warmth and fuzziness spread throughout her body. But all of that was not what truly drew her attention, and her eyes were fixed upon a gently glowing flower that shone with the same eerie light as the pool below. It was ingrained into the ceiling by thick roots that split and formed a web across the cavern roof, and a number of curiously translucent tendrils hung below, each glistening with liquid drops of light that ran down the lengths of the vines before dropping like falling stars into the pool with an echoing drip.
Both dazed by the intoxicating scent that permeated the chamber and enraptured by the beautiful sight before her, that Sasha failed to notice when a small band of goblins began to sneak up behind her, and she was only jolted from her stupor by a screeching war cry as they leapt at her. Caught completely unaware, Sasha attempted to dodge, but was clipped by one of the goblins’ crude hatchets as it sliced through her shaped leather armor and bit painfully into her side. Clutching at the wound, she hissed in pain and grit her teeth, quickly drawing her blade and dispatching the offender with a ferocious slash. The others seemed unperturbed by the death of their comrade, and Sasha found herself on the defensive against their relentless assault. The goblins were small and weak individually, but their foolhardy confidence went a long way in making up for that fact, and Sasha took a number of glancing blows before she managed to slay the last of the ambush. Breathing heavily, Sasha looked down at the fallen forms of her foes, shaking her head in disgust at her own rookie mistake. Her flexible leather armor was now in tatters from the amount of abuse that it had taken, and would unfortunately have to be replaced as soon as possible. She turned back to fetch her magic bag from where it had been flung during the fight only to freeze in place at the sight that met her. The long blue strands that had hung lifelessly before were now holding her bag, quite alive as they went about poking and prodding at the contents of her bag experimentally. After a moment of stunned silence, Sasha leapt into action, her blade carving a deep gash through the tendril that held her bag. The rest of the aqueous vines pulled back, as if in shock, and a spray of pungent blue liquid erupted from the slashed vine and coated Sasha’s face and chest. She gagged as her sensitive nose was overwhelmed by a direct blast of the same sweet scent as before, and she staggered as her knees threatened to fold beneath her. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it and blinking the blue ooze from her eyes, she looked up just in time to see her bag drop from the flailing tendril’s grasp and fall onto one of the stone outcroppings far below as the translucent tendrils retreated backwards, eventually stopping beneath the huge lotus-like flower.
Sasha watched as they simply drifted back and forth, unable shake the creeping feeling that they were watching her, and she let out a groan, this was not how she wanted this to go at all. Clutching at her bruised ribs, she peered over the edge, looking down at where her bag lay far below, and where she knew she would have to work her way down to retrieve it. Sasha felt completely and utterly exhausted; her muscles ached from the beating they had endured and her tattered leather armor, barely holding together already, was now plastered uncomfortably against her fur, thoroughly soaked with the blue liquid whose intoxicating scent made her head swim every time she took a deep breath. Deciding it would be better to just forgo her ragged garment, Sasha stripped to her underclothes and flung the remains of her leather armor to the side. Mustering all of her determination, Sasha tried to forge onward, aiming to carve her way through the remaining groups of goblins and be done with it as soon as possible, but after only a single short skirmish she realized the folly of her decision.
Sasha’s breathing was slow and labored as she stood over another group of defeated goblins. Normally they would be easy prey, but with her ribs most likely fractured, her movement was greatly restricted and even the simple-minded opponents were managing to outmaneuver her. Focused on her current plight, Sasha was caught completely by surprise when she suddenly felt a slick pressure sliding to encompass her neck. Sasha tried to reach up with a hand but found that they were being held by a number of powerful tentacles that were securely wrapped around her wrists, and in a rush of vertigo, Sasha felt herself being lifted upward. Sasha cursed and spit as she realized her mistake; she had somehow forgotten about the sentient plant looming behind her for a moment, and it had struck her when her back was turned. She struggled and trashed against the tightening grasp of the blue feelers as they coiled around her limbs, frantically trying to work her blade into a position where she could free herself, but to no avail. The tentacles that had her limbs securely bound were strangely warm against her fur, not slimy as she had expected, but were damp and had a slick texture that made them impossible to grasp. Sasha’s throat tightened as she continued to squirm against her bonds and her heart beat resounded deafeningly in her ears. Her struggles became more desperate as the vines began to bring her towards the pit, but no matter how hard she pulled at them and tried to free herself, the translucent limbs held fast. Her horror as she looked down to see nothing but glowing liquid beneath her was worsened only by the flood of increasingly confused messages her brain was being bombarded by. She moaned as a feeler passed through the valley of her breasts in the process of continually exploring her body, and there was now a growing part of her that was responding primally to the way that her skin tingled maddeningly wherever the fleshy tendrils touched, leaning into and craving their touch. She gasped, a needy growl emanating from her throat as one began to purposefully run against her inner thigh and teasing her with feathery touches. Whether due to her mounting arousal or rising hysteria, Sasha’s breathing soon came in rapid shallow gasps, and a shiver ran down her spine as her body began to shake.
As the vines carrying her continued to approach the luminous goo bellow, Sasha looked around desperately for an escape, noticing a unique tendril descend from above to hover in front of her face. It had a violet flower with glowing yellow strands forming the eye-like center, and she squirmed beneath its gaze as a tendril tickled the arch of her heel distractingly. The flower swayed back and forth in front of her face, as if studying her, and one of the glowing strands suddenly began to swirl and twist as it glowed brighter and brighter. Sasha’s body suddenly stiffened against her will, her struggles growing weaker and weaker as she found herself increasingly fixated upon the dazzling spiral as it sparkled and shone, but no matter how hard she tried to look away, Sasha found it impossible to avert her gaze from the spinning strand. “Relax” a disembodied voice rang though Sasha’s brain and it took a mental effort to shrug of the waves of relaxing warmth that undermined her thoughts. “Obey”, her body jerked and spasmed as she attempted to resist both the insidious influence of the glowing spiral within her mind and the pleasurable ministrations of the tentacles against her body, but her concentration splintered and shattered as the tendril between her legs began to run its seemingly endless length against her sensitive pussy again and again, and she finally couldn’t hold back the throaty moan that slipped through her lips as she began to instinctively thrust against the pleasurable sensation. Overwhelmed by the combined physical and mental assault, her willpower quickly failed her; Sasha’s jaw slackened and fell loosely open as the glowing spiral flooded into her mind without resistance, and her sword slipped from her fingers as her body grew limp in the tender grasp of the tentacles cradling her lithe figure.
Sasha felt as though her mind was melting, each cycle of the spinning spiral now free to grind away at what little of her strength remained. Her thoughts moved slowly, as if trapped in a warm layer of sticky honey, she was still aware of her surroundings, but it all seemed so distant in the face of the endless spiral boring its way inside her mind and making her feel so relaxed, so obedient, so good. Sasha felt as her body was gently lowered into the glowing pool, and a feeling of weightless serenity flowed into her as she just mindlessly stared upwards into the entrancing spiral. No longer forced to lift her, the tentacles were now free to rampage across her form, and Sasha idly giggled as they ran across every inch of her body, their warm lengths feeling like a thousand tiny kisses against her relaxed frame. She grew aware of a tendril poking at the corner of her mouth, and Sasha compliantly opened to permit it access. A phantom memory of a Tandren baby breastfeeding entered her mind, and she instinctively began to suckle on the tentacle, a tasty fluid running down her throat and filling her body with a soothing warmth.
“Good Girl”
The words echoed once more in her mind, filling her with a sense of approval, and she smiled around the organ in her mouth. Sasha distantly felt as her remaining garments were pulled away, leaving her exposed in the warm liquid, but this failed to concern her as she lost track of time just greedily sucking at the warm tentacle in her mouth. She whined in protest as it suddenly pulled away, but was soon replaced by a pair of tentacles expertly cupping her tits and deftly flicking the pointed nipples, and her legs pressed together as she squirmed and cooed in delight. Her mind was suddenly cast back to the night of her first heat, where she had spread her legs enticingly for her boyfriend at the time as she urged him onward, and her legs slowly drifted apart as she relived the moment.
“Good Girl”
The words once more reverberated throughout her mind, and she howled in approval when a tentacle filled her dripping pussy. She writhed in ecstasy as the pleasure rapidly built and soon she felt herself reach an explosive climax. She felt the tentacle pull back, but she was allowed no opportunity to rest, and another memory entered her mind unbidden.
“Good Girl”
She had no idea how long this pattern went on, and a tiny part of her brain that remained distantly realized that she was being trained to respond to and mindlessly obey the voice in her mind, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care as she came again in another wave of brain-shattering pleasure. She collapsed, and the words echoed once more in the voice of her newfound Master, a warm sense of satisfaction washing over her, “Good Girl, very Good Girl.” The tentacles holding her began to lift her once more, bringing her upwards toward the glowing core above, and as the petals of the lotus like flower closed behind her, a cascade of soothing words entered her mind, and Sasha knew that her training had only just begun.

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[spoiler=UK version]UK VERSION
The life an adventurer is a great many things, but dull is never one of them. The most innocent looking tasks could easily become epic quests, and the sheer number of such errands most townspeople endlessly seemed to generate meant that an adventurer looking for their big break had to keep an eye out for any opportunities that arose, and Sasha the Tandren rogue was no exception. Sasha’s slit yellow pupils glanced up over the drink in her hand, idly watching the people in the tavern as they gossiped about this or that, her sensitive ears listening carefully for any intriguing titbits amongst the general chatter. She was currently in the middle of a lull in her schedule, so when Sasha saw the cute little waitress at the tavern she was staying at post a reward for clearing out a cave full of goblins that were suddenly venturing farther than usual from their cave in the highlands and threatening the nearby town, she leapt at the opportunity. It was a straightforward job, had a nice reward, and it gave her a chance to “do good” as it were; couldn’t ask for any better a task.
And that was how Sasha ended up to her armpits in swarm after swarm of goblins. Sasha’s muzzle curled into a triumphant smirk, long canines gleaming as she stood over the body of the last member of the most recent wave. Slipping her blade into its sheathe, she picked up a vial that had rolled from one of the rare goblin spellcasters, giving it a cautionary sniff with her keen nose and swishing around the pale purple liquid inside before shoving it inside of one of her side pouches. She had learned long ago that it was unwise to drink such a potion before identifying it unless there was no other choice, but they were still worth hanging on to. Sasha tensed her powerful legs before leaping across a dark ravine, landing gracefully with the help of her long, powerful tail. Sasha glanced down a nearby chasm, judging the distance down and taking a moment to prepare herself for the drop.
Sasha noticed the distinct shift in her surroundings before darkness enveloped her vision as she rapidly descended down the chasm. Sasha landed silently, eyes closed as she stood perfectly still and perked her long sensitive ears, wary of any threats as she scoped out the area she was in. Sasha could hear a soft dripping sound as it echoed around the large cave, and the air was heavy and wet with a distinct hum of mana vibrating the fur on the back of her neck, but as she gave the air a sniff, Sasha was surprised by a sweet scent filling her sensitive snout. Muttering a Tandren chant and opening her eyes, Sasha was quite thankful for her naturally superior night-vision as she took in the room around her. The bright yellow flickering torchlight from before was now replaced with a gentle blue luminescent glow that provided a fair amount of light as it spilled over the edge of the pit that dominated the middle of the cavernous chamber. Sasha crept forward and peered over the edge, eyes widening as she took in the unbelievable sight before her.
She was stood roughly thirty feet above a gently glowing pool, its pale blue light serving to illuminate several spiralling stony outcroppings. Sasha was hit with another waft of the sweet aroma from before, and she was now sure that the scent was now coming from the unknown luminescent liquid below. It was not an unpleasant scent, undeniably sweet in nature, but with a degree of savoury weight that she couldn’t quite place, and as she took in another deep breath, a feeling of warmth and fuzziness spread throughout her body. But all of that was not what truly drew her attention, and her eyes were fixed upon a gently glowing flower that shone with the same eerie light as the pool below. It was ingrained into the ceiling by thick roots that split and formed a web across the cavern roof, and a number of curiously translucent tendrils hung below, each glistening with liquid drops of light that ran down the lengths of the vines before dropping like falling stars into the pool with an echoing drip.
Both dazed by the intoxicating scent that permeated the chamber and enraptured by the beautiful sight before her, that Sasha failed to notice when a small band of goblins began to sneak up behind her, and she was only jolted from her stupor by a screeching war cry as they leapt at her. Caught completely unaware, Sasha attempted to dodge, but was clipped by one of the goblins’ crude hatchets as it sliced through her shaped leather armour and bit painfully into her side. Clutching at the wound, she hissed in pain and grit her teeth, quickly drawing her blade and dispatching the offender with a ferocious slash. The others seemed unperturbed by the death of their comrade, and Sasha found herself on the defensive against their relentless assault. The goblins were small and weak individually, but their foolhardy confidence went a long way in making up for that fact, and Sasha took a number of glancing blows before she managed to slay the last of the ambush. Breathing heavily, Sasha looked down at the fallen forms of her foes, shaking her head in disgust at her own rookie mistake. Her flexible leather armour was now in tatters from the amount of abuse that it had taken, and would unfortunately have to be replaced as soon as possible. She turned back to fetch her magic bag from where it had been flung during the fight only to freeze in place at the sight that met her. The long blue strands that had hung lifelessly before were now holding her bag, quite alive as they went about poking and prodding at the contents of her bag experimentally. After a moment of stunned silence, Sasha leapt into action, her blade carving a deep gash through the tendril that held her bag. The rest of the aqueous vines pulled back, as if in shock, and a spray of pungent blue liquid erupted from the slashed vine and coated Sasha’s face and chest. She gagged as her sensitive nose was overwhelmed by a direct blast of the same sweet scent as before, and she staggered as her knees threatened to fold beneath her. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it and blinking the blue ooze from her eyes, she looked up just in time to see her bag drop from the flailing tendril’s grasp and fall onto one of the stone outcroppings far below as the translucent tendrils retreated backwards, eventually stopping beneath the huge lotus-like flower.
Sasha watched as they simply drifted back and forth, unable shake the creeping feeling that they were watching her, and she let out a groan, this was not how she wanted this to go at all. Clutching at her bruised ribs, she peered over the edge, looking down at where her bag lay far below, and where she knew she would have to work her way down to retrieve it. Sasha felt completely and utterly exhausted; her muscles ached from the beating they had endured and her leather armour, barely holding together already, was now plastered uncomfortably against her fur, thoroughly soaked with the blue liquid whose intoxicating scent made her head swim every time she took a deep breath. Deciding it would be better to just forgo her ragged garment, Sasha stripped to her underclothes and flung the remains of her leather armour to the side. Mustering all of her determination, Sasha tried to forge onward, aiming to carve her way through the remaining groups of goblins and be done with it as soon as possible, but after only a single short skirmish she realized the folly of her decision.
Sasha’s breathing was slow and laboured as she stood over another group of defeated goblins. Normally they would be easy prey, but with her ribs most likely fractured, her movement was greatly restricted and even the simple-minded opponents were managing to outmanoeuvre her. Focused on her current plight, Sasha was caught completely by surprise when she suddenly felt a slick pressure sliding to encompass her neck. Sasha tried to reach up with a hand but found that they were being held by a number of powerful tentacles that were securely wrapped around her wrists, and in a rush of vertigo, Sasha felt herself being lifted upward. Sasha cursed and spit as she realized her mistake; she had somehow forgotten about the sentient plant looming behind her for a moment, and it had struck her when her back was turned. She struggled and trashed against the tightening grasp of the blue feelers as they coiled around her limbs, frantically trying to work her blade into a position where she could free herself, but to no avail. The tentacles that had her limbs securely bound were strangely warm against her fur, not slimy as she had expected, but were damp and had a slick texture that made them impossible to grasp. Sasha’s throat tightened as she continued to squirm against her bonds and her heart beat resounded deafeningly in her ears. Her struggles became more desperate as the vines began to bring her towards the pit, but no matter how hard she pulled at them and tried to free herself, the translucent limbs held fast. Her horror as she looked down to see nothing but glowing liquid beneath her was worsened only by the flood of increasingly confused messages her brain was being bombarded by. She moaned as a feeler passed through the valley of her breasts in the process of continually exploring her body, and there was now a growing part of her that was responding primally to the way that her skin tingled maddeningly wherever the fleshy tendrils touched, leaning into and craving their touch. She gasped, a needy growl emanating from her throat as one began to purposefully run against her inner thigh and teasing her with feathery touches. Whether due to her mounting arousal or rising hysteria, Sasha’s breathing soon came in rapid shallow gasps, and a shiver ran down her spine as her body began to shake.
As the vines carrying her continued to approach the luminous goo bellow, Sasha looked around desperately for an escape, noticing a unique tendril descend from above to hover in front of her face. It had a violet flower with glowing yellow strands forming the eye-like centre, and she squirmed beneath its gaze as a tendril tickled the arch of her heel distractingly. The flower swayed back and forth in front of her face, as if studying her, and one of the glowing strands suddenly began to swirl and twist as it glowed brighter and brighter. Sasha’s body suddenly stiffened against her will, her struggles growing weaker and weaker as she found herself increasingly fixated upon the dazzling spiral as it sparkled and shone, but no matter how hard she tried to look away, Sasha found it impossible to avert her gaze from the spinning strand. “Relax” a disembodied voice rang though Sasha’s brain and it took a mental effort to shrug of the waves of relaxing warmth that undermined her thoughts. “Obey”, her body jerked and spasmed as she attempted to resist both the insidious influence of the glowing spiral within her mind and the pleasurable ministrations of the tentacles against her body, but her concentration splintered and shattered as the tendril between her legs began to run its seemingly endless length against her sensitive pussy again and again, and she finally couldn’t hold back the throaty moan that slipped through her lips as she began to instinctively thrust against the pleasurable sensation. Overwhelmed by the combined physical and mental assault, her willpower quickly failed her; Sasha’s jaw slackened and fell loosely open as the glowing spiral flooded into her mind without resistance, and her sword slipped from her fingers as her body grew limp in the tender grasp of the tentacles cradling her lithe figure.
Sasha felt as though her mind was melting, each cycle of the spinning spiral now free to grind away at what little of her strength remained. Her thoughts moved slowly, as if trapped in a warm layer of sticky honey, she was still aware of her surroundings, but it all seemed so distant in the face of the endless spiral boring its way inside her mind and making her feel so relaxed, so obedient, so good. Sasha felt as her body was gently lowered into the glowing pool, and a feeling of weightless serenity flowed into her as she just mindlessly stared upwards into the entrancing spiral. No longer forced to lift her, the tentacles were now free to rampage across her form, and Sasha idly giggled as they ran across every inch of her body, their warm lengths feeling like a thousand tiny kisses against her relaxed frame. She grew aware of a tendril poking at the corner of her mouth, and Sasha compliantly opened to permit it access. A phantom memory of a Tandren baby breastfeeding entered her mind, and she instinctively began to suckle on the tentacle, a tasty fluid running down her throat and filling her body with a soothing warmth.
“Good Girl”
The words echoed once more in her mind, filling her with a sense of approval, and she smiled around the organ in her mouth. Sasha distantly felt as her remaining garments were pulled away, leaving her exposed in the warm liquid, but this failed to concern her as she lost track of time just greedily sucking at the warm tentacle in her mouth. She whined in protest as it suddenly pulled away, but was soon replaced by a pair of tentacles expertly cupping her tits and deftly flicking the pointed nipples, and her legs pressed together as she squirmed and cooed in delight. Her mind was suddenly cast back to the night of her first heat, where she had spread her legs enticingly for her boyfriend at the time as she urged him onward, and her legs slowly drifted apart as she relived the moment.
“Good Girl”
The words once more reverberated throughout her mind, and she howled in approval when a tentacle filled her dripping pussy. She writhed in ecstasy as the pleasure rapidly built and soon she felt herself reach an explosive climax. She felt the tentacle pull back, but she was allowed no opportunity to rest, and another memory entered her mind unbidden.
“Good Girl”
She had no idea how long this pattern went on, and a tiny part of her brain that remained distantly realized that she was being trained to respond to and mindlessly obey the voice in her mind, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care as she came again in another wave of brain-shattering pleasure. She collapsed, and the words echoed once more in the voice of her newfound Master, a warm sense of satisfaction washing over her, “Good Girl, very Good Girl.” The tentacles holding her began to lift her once more, bringing her upwards toward the glowing core above, and as the petals of the lotus like flower closed behind her, a cascade of soothing words entered her mind, and Sasha knew that her training had only just begun.

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Posted on 2017-12-25 04:19:36
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Thank you so much! :DD I love it!

Posted on 2017-12-25 09:43:50
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Merry Christmas I guess. ;p

Posted on 2017-12-27 02:12:38
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Yummy Tentacles *drools*