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IIWT Gaiden	By : CyberXIII Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 6712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-IIWT Gaiden
- 1
Kairi was seated on the couch in the Nero’s den, one hand on a nine inch long, three inch thick pink vibrating dildo. She panted, furiously pumping it in and out of her moist cunt while her other hand was keeping a book on the coffee table open to a certain set of pages. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide as she brought herself closer and closer to climax...

And was rudely interrupted by a shout from down the hall to the bridge. Olette shouted, “Kairi, hey, Kairi, get in here!”

Kairi almost dropped the toy, shouting back, “What!? I’m busy!”

“It’s important, now get out here!”

Not waiting for a reply, Olette burst into the room, ignoring the sexy as best she could. Kairi, scowling, put aside the sopping wet masturbatory aid and stomped up to her, disheveled, hair sticking in every direction. “Olette, what is it?! You knew I was in here trying to get off! I was just about to cum!”

Olette nodded. “I know, but this is important.   We may end up saving a lot of lives if we hurry!”

She grabbed the nude and still dripping redhead and all but dragged her out of the den to the bridge. Pressing a button on the main console, Olette said, “Listen to this. It’s a transmission we just received.”

“THIS IS THE S.S. NATSU, REPORTING IN! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! EMERGENCY CALL NUMBER--!”

Then there was a crash. Girlish screams and feminine wails echoed throughout background of the transmission.

“IT’S EVERYWHERE!”

“OH MY BOTTOM, I CAN’T FEEL MY BOTTOM!”

“MY PANTS HAVE NEVER BEEN SO FULL!”

“THOSE DON’T BELONG IN THERE!”

“OOOOH IT’S SO BIIIIG!”

“NO NO NO, NO, I’M NOT A--MMMPH!”

The distress signal finally cut out with a woman wailing in what sounded like terrible joy.

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Naminé swallowed nervously. “You sure we should go in there? It could be dangerous…”

Olette shot back, “That’s precisely why we should go! You heard that distress transmission. There could be people dying or dead! You really want to take that chance?”

Naminé still looked apprehensive, but nodded once, decisively. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

The quartet emerged from their quarters, having dressed in a hurry after waking the other two. Kairi was dressed in her old pink zipper dress, white tanktop underneath, her pouch at her side, Keyblade ready to be summoned at a moment’s notice. She kept her purple shoes but didn’t bother with socks, as was her wont.

Naminé was dressed in her own plain white, lacy dress and white go-go boots. Despite being the most conservatively dressed of the girls her outfit still showed off her lovely legs rather nicely. Xion, in direct contrast, wore a pair of tight, tight black booty shorts, covering her legs down to about mid-thigh, with a midriff-baring black halter-top with an image of a heart on the front. She wiggled her hips a little as she walked, enjoying showing off her tight ass despite the tension of the moment.

Olette was last, wearing her own midriff baring shirt and thin pants for ease of movement. The shirt was blue with a floral motif along the sides, simple and clean yet rather eye-catching. The way her bust stretched it tight across her chest definitely helped. Her pants were shorts as well, much smaller than expected, covering only the bare minimum of her ass required, leaving most of her long, shapely legs exposed for ease of movement.

Xion kept pace with Naminé and Kairi. “Are you sure we shouldn’t have woken Sora?”

Kairi kept stomping forward, a frown on her pretty features. “Xion, just because we can’t one shot Darksides like you can doesn’t mean we’re helpless. Come on, we’ll be fine.”

Xion hurried after her, flushing not just from the heat. “That’s not what I meant, Kairi!”

Olette was unsympathetic. “You kind of called her helpless last week, Xion.”

“I said she was delicate like a princess! It was supposed to be a compliment!”

Naminé interrupted. “Erm, girls? We’re here.”

The quartet came to the ship bay doors, at the end of the corridor, and Kairi opened the door to the airlock with Oathkeeper.

“In we go…”

The door slid shut behind them, and the four raised their Keyblades into ready positions.

Kairi took point. “Be ready, girls. There could be anything in here…”

They stepped inside.

The first thing the girls noticed was the smell. A fragrant, sweet scent, like oranges---thick, almost overpowering…but rather nice once you got used to it. The second thing they noticed was the climate---the corridor’s interior was humid and steamy, with condensation on the windows on the rooms inside the ship.

What unnerved them most were the cables.

Giant green cables, twisting and wound around all the furniture in the room, curling all over the walls and ceiling like, well…

Naminé spoke. “Are those…are those vines?”

Kairi followed her line of sight, swallowing as she watched the cables, looking up and up and up to the very ceiling where a forest of the things covered and intertwined round and around the pipes and metal above.

Kairi lifted her feet, carefully avoiding stepping on any of them. “Whatever you do, don’t touch them.”

Naminé did likewise, now wishing she’d worn anything other than her signature sandals.   Xion and Olette did likewise, following the other girls rather swiftly.

None of them noticed the vines behind them quietly moving to bar the door they just entered…

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Deep within the ship, something stirred.

Around the thing, women squirmed, moaning, wailing as they were penetrated in every orifice. Lips were forced open, buttocks spread wide, vaginas stretched to their limit by a series of innumerable tentacles. Its many limbs and branches held the monster up, its endless vines coiled around its dozens of victims as it pumped them full of its seed. Their breasts swelled, their bellies visibly bulging as they were impregnated, growing fleshier with each passing moment. They couldn’t even scream, fed oxygen by the vines in their mouths as they were used as almost literal cumdumpsters, pinned against the walls and ceilings of their prison.

Others, nude save for a few leaves clad around their figures, gently stroked and cared for the plant, removing dead leaves and branches, and eating of its sweet, fragrant fruit. These women all bore green-tinged skin and enormous, bouncing breasts larger than their heads, perky for such large, full orbs. The breasts were counterbalanced by wide hips and long legs with a plump, tempting ass that swayed as they walked. They seemed like overripe, oversexed caricatures of themselves with full, dick-sucking lips, perfect, smooth skin, and flat, toned stomachs.

However their eyes were glowing green, empty save for the need to please their apparent master.

The monster considered them perfect for its needs.

The thing stirred, pausing in its exploration of its favorite toys. Something new had struck it. Something incredibly powerful had arrived at the outskirts of its kingdom, apparently motionless. On closer inspection, it felt four distinct presences, trying to be stealthy and failing miserably. Their power, their health, it radiated from them like a series of beacons. It felt….lust.

It wanted them for its collection, to add to the many other presences it had enslaved and even now fed upon and played with.

It felt them probing deeper into the ship it had taken over, approaching one of its main nerve clusters. If it had lips, it would have smiled. Quietly, it began to extend its feelers towards the four presences, mindful of the ship around it.

It would have them for its own, no matter what it took.

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The girls trekked deeper into the ship, hearing nothing save for the quiet of the ship’s machines running. They stuck close together, finding more and more of these dense green foliage scattered throughout the interior of the ship.

They kept going, past more and more of the thickening vines, the scent getting thicker and more overpowering, like sticking one’s nose into a fruit salad. The ship itself had clearly been some kind of space-faring pleasure cruise liner. If not, then they’d been throwing one hell of a party on board. Food and drink were scattered everywhere, raunchy, loud posters on the walls advertising everything involving swimsuits. Naminé spotted what looked like the remains of a hot tub underneath something that unnerved them all.

Clearly the whatever-it-was that had taken over the ship had done so quickly---chairs were overturned, windows smashed, clothes scattered everywhere….

But where were the people?

Olette put a hand to her chin. “You don’t think this plant…um…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud.

Xion shook her head. “No, it couldn’t have. We’d have found more than just clothes scattered around if this thing was a carnivore.”

Naminé shivered and hung a little closer to Kairi. “That’s not very encouraging, Xion…”

Kairi gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you, Nami.”

Finally, they came to the end of the recreational area, finding a door leading to a room carpeted with wall-to-wall vines. Several uncovered doors were permanently slid open, revealing well-lit hallways leading in multiple directions, each one seemingly clear of greenery.

Olette stared, apprehensive, but realized there was only one way to really be sure of where they were headed.

“Kairi, I think we should split up.”

Kairi stared at her like she’d just grown a second head. “Are you NUTS? There’s no telling what’s down there!”

Olette shot back, “Look, you heard the radio message! We don’t have time to be cautious and we’ll move faster if we split up! There’s no other way!”

Xion scowled. “Yeah, but suppose whatever took all those people decides to come after us?”

Naminé looked at her askance. “Then you use your Keyblade, Xion.”

Kairi held up a hand. “Enough already. Look, we can head down the end of the hallways, and then come back here in about ten minutes if we don’t find anything.”

Naminé gulped. “And if we do?”

“Then start throwing fireballs at it and make as much noise as possible.”

The girls grumbled, but did as their de facto leader asked. One by one, they stepped inside the corridors, trying not to step on the vines beneath them.

And quietly, the doors behind them slid shut.

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Kairi kept walking, her eyes focused on the prize, trying not to focus on that steadily thickening scent. That citrusy, mouthwatering fragrance…what was it?

She kept walking, trying to focus on her steps, trying to concentrate on moving when she noticed the flowers.

The vines had grown thicker and thicker as she’d moved further into the corridor, and strange, vibrant pink flowers now dotted the vegetation surrounding her, scattered throughout the walls and ceiling.

The scent grew even stronger, as did the heat. She broke into a sweat, her clothes growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment as her thoughts started to swim.

She shook her head to clear it, even as a pleasant stupor started to creep across her mind…

Kairi blinked as her vision blurred briefly and she saw---

“Sora?”

It was Sora alright, lounging on a chair in front of her, nude. He smiled at her.

“How’s my favorite girl?”

Kairi’s eyes widened as she hurried over to him. “What are you doing here!? Where are your clothes? Why aren’t you back on the ship---mmph!”

She was cut off as Sora grabbed her by the shoulders and quickly, firmly kissed her, his tongue pushing past her pliant, soft lips into her mouth.

“Mmm…Sora…”

“I love you, Kairi…let me show you how much I love you. More than anyone.”

She relaxed in his grip as his arms slid down around her shoulders, starting to gently tug at her dress. She kissed him back this time, letting him take charge of her body, her eyes sliding shut as her love showered her with affection.

She didn’t resent the other girls for loving Sora, not anymore, but this…this was nice.

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Kairi slumped to the floor, unconscious, dreaming of her one true love. As she slept, the vines around her came alive.

Quietly they snaked across the floor, entwining around her soft flesh, wrapping around her arms, slithering up her legs, under her clothes. They made swift work of her dress, ripping it apart, tugging off her shoes, everything.

The plant had found its first victim…and as Kairi slept, it quietly dragged her into the depths of the ship.

In her dream, Kairi felt Sora tug off the rest of her clothes, finishing with her left shoe, and start kissing his way up her leg, making her giggle as he worshipped her like a princess.

Finally, he came to the junction between her thighs and her hips, and gently spread her legs, smiling up at her briefly before he kissed her princess pussy.

She gasped, moaning as she felt his tongue, so long, so warm, sliding into her folds, deeper, and deeper.

His nose touched her clit, making her gasp as he licked the insides of her cunny, spreading the lips wide to get at her sweet nectar.

Her vision blurred, her eyes sliding shut as she felt hands grab her breasts, two more mouths nursing and suckling away at her teats while more limbs grabbed her buttocks and spread them, and something slick, warm, and lubricated probed inside her ass, making her arch her back and scream with joy.

She slid her eyes open to find Sora gone, and herself surrounded by a host of tentacle-like vines, waving and undulating against her body, inside her cunt, penetrating her ass, rubbing themselves against her body as they climbed up and over her soft flesh. They coiled around her legs, immobilized her arms, touching her everywhere at once.

More were coming out of the shadows now, with obvious phallic endings, hoods being pulled back to reveal dripping wet stamens.

In her woozy state, all she could think was, “I always wondered what it’d be like to be tentacle raped…”

As one, the tentacles fell on her, more pushing themselves inside her, stretching her to the brink. Her open mouth found itself filled with cock as a particularly fat one gagged her.

The scent was overpowering now, the size of that tentacle cock making her eyes water as it slid into her mouth and down her throat, using it like a makeshift pussy. The taste was fruity, like watermelons, but with a cloying aftertaste that addled her wits yet still further.

Kairi fell back asleep, finding herself behind held by Sora and at least four literal copies of him, holding her between them as they fucked her brains out. They held her legs open as two of them plowed her ass and her cunt at once, her mouth plugged. Her hands stroked two more fat cocks as another one penetrated her ass, making her eyes water.

Her last conscious thought was how good it felt to be a cum-dumpster.

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Naminé scowled as she stepped on yet another squishy patch of what she fervently hoped wasn’t meat. She’d lost her boots after getting stuck in the middle of a particularly thick set of vines and had to continue barefoot, much to her irritation.

At least the vines weren’t thorny, but she kept tripping on them.

That smell in the air was getting thicker again. She couldn’t quite figure it out but for some reason it made her think of Sora.

She kept walking, ignoring the memories of their recent raunchy exploits together. An absurd thought occurred to her…and she imagined herself as Sora’s naughty mistress, the one time he came to her when Kairi couldn’t quite sate him one night.

She giggled a little, despite the oppressive gloom around her. She felt herself moisten a little as she imagined Sora striding over to her, erect cock bobbing proudly in front of him, still slick with Kairi’s juices…

And what would Naminé do? Why, she’d get on her knees, smile like a donut and let him fuck her throat. She’d lick him clean of any trace of Kairi before letting him claim her.

Speaking of smiles, she found the apparent source of the smell. It came from a series of giant fruit hanging low before her, dotting the walls around her. They resembled cantaloupes, but they were much larger, with odd lines running horizontally through them, giving them the appearance of big, upturned smiles.

The scent grew stronger, making her head swim. She kept walking, setting one foot in front of the other, trying to ignore the way those things were smiling at her…

Abruptly, she heard a scream. Naminé’s eyes widened as she saw Sora run past, pursued by what looked like a woman…but the proportions were all wrong.

Naminé, suspicious, hurried after them, coming down the corridor to a circular room…with an odd, pink carpet. It was shaped like a star, centered in the middle of the room, five long points stretching to reach the wall

She stepped inside, the floor warm and squishy under her bare feet. It felt quite pleasant once she got used to it….and there he was.

Sora stood behind what looked like a flesh-pink throne, beckoning to her. She could almost smell him…no, that wasn’t him.

There was an odd, cloying, fruity scent in the air…but she paid it no mind. Sora called to her.

“Come on, Nami! I just finished with Kairi, but she couldn’t be enough for me, not like you could.”

Naminé’s head swam as she stepped over to him, not paying any attention to the stirring of the carpet beneath her feet. As she got closer to the throne, as the smell grew overpowering, absently she realized it wasn’t a carpet at all.

It was a flower.

But that revelation took a backseat as Sora started to tear her dress apart in his haste to get at her. Naminé squeaked as she was all-but-manhandled into her throne.

“Ah! Sora, why---!?”

Sora smiled at her. “Sorry, Nami…I’ve just been thinking about you all day. I got a little eager. I mean, how often do you get to have me all to yourself?”

Naminé sighed, already forgiving him. It was so hard to stay mad at that face….

She leaned back in the throne, feeling suddenly very sleepy. Sora readjusted her legs, spreading them slightly, before he stood up.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Naminé? Sleepy?”

Naminé had been napping before they’d hit the distress signal---she nodded.

Sora stood up and gave her a peck on the lips. “Well, let me get you a blanket…”

Naminé was already asleep, well into her hallucination by this point. The “blanket” she felt was a series of extensions from the giant flower surrounding her, already using her for its own perverse satisfaction.   It’d coiled its limbs around her, pinning her arms to her sides. The “throne” she was sitting on? A glorified pistil, where a normal flower produced its egg cells to be fertilized later.

Here, however, they were already fertilized, and were in fact seeds. They just needed an incubator.

And Naminé was perfect.

In the doorway, Olette stared, horrified, as Naminé went to sleep in the grip of a dozen tentacles, her legs spread wide, an enormous, green tentacle stuffed into her cunny. Her pregnant stomach bulged out, swollen with progeny as she slept on, her face rapturous as it fucked her and pumped her full of seed.

Olette hurriedly backed away, and ran back the way she came.

“I have to find Sora, fast!”

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Xion giggled. These weird fruits were fun!

She’d found them lying around, and thought nothing of eating one after taking a whiff of that lovely scent. And then another, and another…greedily she’d stuffed her face with the sweet, citrusy fruit.

Afterwards she’d felt all giggly and happy afterwards! She’d wandered down the corridors, vines parting for her as she strode down the corridor, guided by the plant.

She’d found a whole field of the fruits, this time much larger, all smiling at her as she wandered into their garden. Xion stared at them, marveling at their size. These were the size of gigantic watermelons, round and very ripe, with that same intoxicating aroma…

Immediately the other smiling fruits had come to life. Extending tongues, they’d proceeded to lick her all over, their “saliva” dissolving her clothes away in an instant.

Another fruit leaned in to kiss her, it’s big, juicy lips meeting hers before extending a tongue and shoving it down her throat, sweet nectar being pumped out of it into her body.

Although she didn’t realize it, these “mouths” were all part of the same plant growing throughout the ship, their saliva laced with the same hallucinogen that had made her so loopy. It wasn’t deadly so much as it was stupefying.

And as she felt more of the tongues probe her now nude body, penetrating her ass, licking her clit and the inside of her cunt all at once, Xion’s mind faded entirely.

More of the slithering things entwined around her arms and legs, holding her spread eagle, suspended in the air, her pussy on perfect display to be plundered by more of the strange mouthy plants.

In her mind, Xion was being all but worshipped by Sora, Zack, Cloud, and the guards who’d been so kind as to give her that first gangbang. They   held her in their arms and their tongues traveled around her body, kissing her, pleasuring her with their hands and tongues as they drove her mad with lust. Xion simply lay back and let her boys do as they please with her.

Then the vines started to lift her into the foliage above. The iron-like vines above her parted, as if accepting her into their folds. Xion continued to drink more and more of the sweet fluid being pumped into her mouth, her breasts already starting to swell as her skin gained a faint green tinge…

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Olette sped back the way she came, shooting Fira spells at anything that moved. Her clothes were in tatters, her skin flushed red as she sped through the rooms, incinerating her way back to her ship.

“Gotta find Sora,” she panted. Another vine lashed out, trying to trip her, but she cut it apart with Twilight Bell.

“Gotta warn him…gotta save the others…”

She stared about, having come back to the intersection she started from, chest heaving. The doors were all blocked off with vines. She squinted…and picked one to set on fire, running through it before the vines could reseal.

She recognized the hallways—she could see all the stuff from the party supplies from earlier. She also heard a creepy rustling noise behind her.

Olette kept running, not daring to look behind her as a series of somethings slithered after her. She jumped over another vine that lashed out of the wall to her left and swiped at another one that tried to grab her.

She reached the airlock, her lungs burning, her expression panicked. Raising her Keyblade, she opened the door, and the door at the other end of the corridor, the one leading to the Nero.

“SORA! COME QUICK! WE---IYAAAA~!”

In the two seconds it’d taken her to open the door and shout for help, the things were upon her. A dozen flowers opened up in her face, making her take in great lungfuls of their scent.

Her eyes rolled up in her head and her panic faded. What was she worrying about so much?

She felt the rest of them quietly starting to slither up her body. A host of tentacles embraced her legs, crawling up her body like ivy scaling a wall. The limbs encircled her legs, bound her arms, invaded every orifice they could find in rapid succession.

They dragged her away, back into the ship, her pleased moans echoing down the chamber before one particularly thick limb slid into her mouth, gagging her.

Unfortunately for the plant monster, Olette had succeeded in her mission.

Sora was awake.

Sora took one look at the things dragging Olette into the ship and struck quickly. Activating Limit Form, he struck with a Zantetsuken, severing all the vines gripping her at once. Olette fell limp, her eyes closed as the tentacles slid back into the ship, dripping more of that strange fluid.

Olette stirred, her body slowly coming out of its euphoria to see the most handsome man in the world staring into her, concern in his blue eyes. Hurriedly, Sora cast a Cura spell, making Olette gasp and her head suddenly clear.

“Olette! What’s going on? Where are the others!?”

Olette came back to herself and gripped his sleeve.

“Sora, you have to hurry. The others are in terrible, terrible danger!”

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Kairi stirred, feeling incredibly heavy, and high as a kite. Her eyes fluttered open and she slowly scanned the perimeter of the room.

She was in some kind of central chamber covered wall to wall with vines, filled with about a foot of warm water below her. All of the vines around and above her, along with the roots grown deep into the water below her, came to a central crimson bulb---the source of the plant’s growth and the main body of the thing.

The core.

Around the core, more women, overripe, oversexualized green-skinned parodies of themselves, waded and frolicked in the warm water, splashing each other, kissing each other, or allowing vines from the core to penetrated and toy with their bodies.

Among the latter, Kari saw a familiar ravenette head and face, but the body was new…Xion’s bust was never that insanely huge, nor were her legs that long or her hips that wide…

Kairi couldn’t help but giggle stupidly as she realized Xion now had a real pair of melons.

A host of vines grown directly from the Plant’s main body had entwined around Kairi, affixing her body to the wall. And she wasn’t the only one.

Over two dozen women, she guessed they were the passengers, were affixed to the walls and ceiling of the room, all with bloated, distended bellies and tentacles pumping something into their mouths and formerly tight pussies. Their breasts were swollen, occasionally leaking milk, but their stomachs looked like they’d all swallowed beach balls. More tendrils had coiled around them, supporting their pregnant stomachs as they swelled up even greater.

Others were being held inside large blue flowers, their bodies bloated obscenely with seed as the plant used them as incubators.   Kairi spotted a blonde with the tattered scraps of a white dress being relentlessly violated by a host of tentacles inside the open blue flower. Others were being sealed shut; Kairi could only make out the outlines and bulges from the victims inside as they thrashed about in their prisons.

She giggled as another vine creeped over her inflated flesh; it tickled. The scent she’d been inhaling since coming on board the ship grew ever stronger, scrambling her wits. Slowly, she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness… she felt the tentacles inside her pulsing as they slid seed after seed into her formerly tight young pussy. Kairi looked down and found that she too was growing in size. Her belly started to bowl out as more and more seeds were pumped into her fertile womb…

A gasp and a scream attracted Kairi’s attention. She turned to see at least a half dozen men being worshipped by more of those plant-girls she’d spotted earlier. They carried the same vacant, happy smiles as the women, enjoying being fed fruit while the women kissed them and sucked their cocks. Another woman held a man in a tender embrace, kissing him deeply while she rode him like a cowgirl.

That made Kairi think of Sora…and quietly wish he was here.

Two seconds later, she got her wish as a red shape crashed through the ceiling. Kairi’s vision was warped and blurry, but she could hear, and she could hear Sora and Olette’s battle cries as they hurled themselves at the core of the plant, the obvious origin of all the vines.

If her mouth wasn’t full, Kairi would have smiled. Sora moved like red lightning, slashing apart the girls’ prisons with almost contemptuous ease as he dodged and weaved around the grasping tentacles that sought to seize him. Olette backed him up, dancing around the vines attempting to sneak up behind him and hacking them apart with Twilight Bell.

Kairi watched as they got closer and closer to the core, but her eyelids were still growing heavier….the last thing she saw before she finally lost consciousness was Sora, blue eyes blazing, strike the core of the plant and destroy it.

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As it turned out, the plant was merely a mistake gone horribly wrong.

The vessel was a cruiser made to test a new kind of fertilizer in a controlled environment. The “party” that the keybladers had found was really a celebration after discovering that the fertilizer worked.

Trouble was, it’d worked too well. The plant had mutated and grown to such an extent it’d taken over the ship in a matter of days.

The best the crew could do was pre-record a message and hope for the best.

All of this was told to Sora by the captain of the ship, who was currently sitting in his lap, her immense breasts pressed against his torso, her arms thrown around his shoulders. Her full, blood-red lips quirked up in a warm smile as her green eyes stared into his.   She’d allowed him into her private quarters, to explain the situation to him...or so she said.

Sora couldn’t help but notice she hadn’t bothered getting dressed save for a small red shirt and a pair of black satin panties. The shirt was stretched to its limit trying to contain her tremendous melons, and the panties had transformed into a thong the moment she’d slipped them on.

“I cannot thank you enough, Master Sora…”

Sora couldn’t quite help the blush on his face. The buxom redheaded captain of the ship, along with her first mate, had come back to themselves after the plant’s fleshy core had been destroyed. While their minds were clear again, their bodies were still altered. It felt like he had a fertility goddess in his arms...and she kept rubbing that fleshy, round ass against his crotch.

“I must insist on repayment. You can have anything you desire on this ship.”

Sora replied with a soft groan of pleasure, his arms reaching up and around her waist. “A-Anything?”

The captain leaned in, smiling as her lips inched closer to his. “Yes…”

“Ahem.”

Sora and the captain paused and turned to face the front door. Kairi, still clad in the tattered remains of her old outfit, said, “Sora, we found the rest of the crew downstairs. The plant locked most of the men up in the pantry two floors down. They want to thank me and the other girls for all our hard work in saving them!”

Sora took a good look at his redheaded love, and the lust in her eyes told him exactly what sort of thanks they were expecting. He laughed. “Go for it, Kairi. Let them show you their appreciation.”

Kairi licked her lips. “Sure thing. By the way, the other girls wanted to talk to you about something. They said they had a long, hard job for you in the party room after you’re done with the captain.”

She winked. “Don’t take too long or they’ll start without you!”

With that, Kairi left, closing the door behind her.

Sora turned back to the captain, who was smiling. She said, “You have a very understanding girlfriend.”

He replied, “You don’t even know. Now c’mere…”

Leaning in, she kissed him.

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Kairi, Naminé, Xion and Olette were in total heaven.

The four girls were on all fours, surrounded by big, hard, throbbing cocks in every direction. The male crew members of the ship couldn’t keep the grins off their faces at their good fortune.

Imagine being trapped for so long and in such cramped, boring conditions you couldn’t even masturbate. Your only companions are your male friends and no matter how desperate you are, how much your nuts swell up have no outlet for release…

And then four angelic visions of beauty, scantily clad, gorgeous, and randy free you from your torment.

The entire male half of the crew had the same thought as the four girls stared about at the weapons aimed at them.

Olette licked her lips. “I don’t even know where to start!”

Kairi said, “I say we just pick one and go from there.”

The other girls gave her sideways glances. Someone was getting a little too comfortable ordering them around….but wordlessly they started shucking their clothes.

Xion didn’t bother arguing, though. Picking the nearest fat juicy dick, she popped the six-inch schlong into her mouth and started sucking with gusto. Her current lover smirked. “You’re making such a perverted face...I love it. You’ve got the mouth of a fucking professional.”

To his right, another crew member gasped out, “And this one’s got the pussy of an angel! Dear Light this is a tight fit!”

Naminé would have spoken but she had let five of them grab her and simply use her. She was straddling one man who’d filled her pussy completely, with another man behind her pumping into her formerly tight ass. Her hands were holding one cock apiece, furiously jerking and stroking the mighty organs in her gentle grasp. Her mouth was completely plugged, her tongue licking at the balls of the man using her throat as an onahole.

Kairi had thrown herself to the floor, and was mounted like a bitch in heat. The man above her was easily twice her size, and his cock was thick as a soda can. She couldn’t help the fucked-silly expression stealing across her face as he relentlessly pounded her, grunting like a wild beast.

Olette had the inverse--a few of the smaller men, weaker in frame but pleasing to the eye, had gently pulled her clothes aside and started worshipping her with their mouths.   She felt soft lips and wet tongues roving over her pussy, nursing at her breasts, suckling her toes...it was a very novel sensation. She couldn’t help the shivers running down her spine as they explored her body.

Absently, she wondered if Sora was having as much fun as they were.

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In fact, Sora was having a blast.

His head was pillowed on two stupendous mountains of titflesh, while two of the female crew members took turns kissing him, whispering worshipful words of praise into his ears. Sora had to admit the plant had done its work well; the women had some sultry, breathy voices and drop-dead sexy bodies, with just enough variety to keep things interesting. The woman behind him, the buxom captain, tittered as she let her crew go first.

“You were so brave! We can’t let you leave without showing our gratitude!”

By his crotch, three of her crewmembers were taking great care to do just that with their mouths...without speaking a word. Three pairs of wet lips gently kissed every inch of his thick, virile manhood, tongues sneaking out to slurp and gently suck on the velvety skin wrapped around the iron-hard bar.

He leaned in and kissed the second mate to his right; her lipstick tasted of cherries. Her tongue slid into his mouth, mingling with his own as she kissed him back.

Pulling away, he chuckled and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want to be rude…”

The girls continued their gleeful oral worship of their savior, all soft moans and warm tongues dancing across his skin...and then at a sharp order from their captain they pulled away.

Sora let out a frustrated groan of pure need but he shouldn’t have worried. As soon as the girls pulled away, the captain plopped herself in his lap, her prominent breasts right in his face..

“Don’t worry, big boy...we’ll take real good care of you.”

Sora smirked. “I would hope so.”

Taking tight hold of her hips, he bucked upwards, impaling the beautiful redhead on his cock in one smooth motion. Her eyes shot open, her mouth forming a perfect “o” of shock as Sora claimed her pussy for himself.

He lifted her hips, allowing her to rise up about six inches, before dropping her back down.

The first mate captured his lips in a kiss, her hands exploring his body, while the captain kept bouncing up and down of her own volition on Sora’s cock.

The other girls, too horny to just watch, gleefully joined in, nursing from their captain’s bosom, kissing her, their hands groping every inch of her body. One enterprising girl, younger than the rest, actually licked and sucked on Sora’s nuts, trying valiantly to keep them clean of their mixed juices.

Sora let the crew members worship his body as he fucked their captain’s brains out right in front of them. He didn’t speak---there was no need anymore. Just rough, hard fucking.

All too soon, the captain cried out in joy as she climaxed with such force she slipped off of his erection with a squeak. She hit the ground, green skin flushed and dark, panting with exertion, her eyes rolled up from the rough pounding he’d given her.

Sora turned to the first mate. “Your turn.”

Grinning cheekily, he picked her up with ease. She was smaller than the captain, with somewhat flatter breasts but beautiful all the same. The leggy blonde wrapped her legs around him as he held her up, and then pressed her against the wall, fucking her against it. The other girls set about cleaning their captain’s cunt, amusing themselves with her body while they eagerly awaited their turn.

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Meanwhile downstairs the four girls had slowly gone from thinking, clever humans to wild fuck toys. Kairi gleefully rode the ship’s cook, a slightly heavyset young man with a long, long cock perfect for penetrating every inch of her back passageway. Her legs were spread wide, allowing one of the janitors to plow her from the front.

Xion had two cocks in her mouth---the twin security officers unable to hold back their own cries of joy as she expertly worked them both, her wet lips and talented tongue easily driving them to orgasm in seconds.

Olette had a cock between her tits, and another pounding her pussy from behind. The two men in front and behind her grunted like bulls as they slipped themselves inside her wet oral cavity and her tight, tight cunny.

Naminé had gone limp, a pile of boneless limbs being passed around in a circle of men like a used onahole---and loved every second of it. They fucked her throat, pounded her pussy, slammed her ass and more besides. Cum splattered all over her body as the crewmen screwed her brains out, her face stamped with a fucked-silly expression.

Their moans and wails echoed throughout the ship as the orgy continued.

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“So did you girls have fun?”

Inside the Nero’s den, Sora stretched on the couch, feeling completely sated for the first time that day.

Behind him, Kairi, Naminé, Olette and Xion strode in, their hair mussed, their clothes missing, and their bodies covered in enough DNA to film five different crime shows.

Kairi said, “Of course we did. And you?”

Sora grinned. “Did you know that it takes over a dozen regular women to keep pace with the four of you?”

“So was it just the crew?” Olette asked him. Sora laughed.

“At the start, yeah, but then when I was done with them I got caught by a bunch of the passengers and they wouldn’t let me go until they’d thanked me as well.”

“Huh, same thing happened with us, too,” Naminé said. “We must have just missed you.”

“But we certainly missed you,” Xion cooed, swiftly sidling up to Sora and dropping to her knees in front of the couch. Her hand was already on his massive twelve-inch cock, and her tongue immediately started to tease him back into getting hard. Sora chuckled as Kairi and Naminé congregated around Xion, while Olette placed her hands on his shoulders and started to massage them, her face hovering close to his.

“You girls are insatiable,” he accused, before turning Olette’s lips to meet his just as Xion placed her mouth over the growing glans of his dick.

All in all, the day turned out to be a highly enjoyable one.
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