Here's my part of the mega-collab TGCapsCenter put together "The Mapleford Incident". I co-hosted along with LilliNeko .

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Art By: Tyrone & SenpaiShortie

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“Watch out for the landmines!” Max called out over his headset. He wasn’t sure if any of his friends had followed him along the path he took but seeing as he heard no reply and was only accompanied by the noise of a vent opening nearby he knew he had become separated from his group. “Oh, a yield sign! Money is money.” He pressed E to pick it up.

Max missed the days when he and his close friends were in high school. They’d log on almost every night after school and game until the quiet hours of the night. But now that they were all adults and all had different schedules it was hard to find time where everyone could hop on and relax like the old days.

Max made his character walk down the dark factory interior hallways, only illuminated by the flashlight he had spent valuable in-game money on. Meanwhile Max sat in the darkness of his room, illuminated by the screen of his monitor and a single scented candle located on the end table by the side of his bed. That was until the clock rolled over to 8 o’clock. A loud, electrical whirring noise filled his room as his monitor glowed brighter and brighter. Every plugged in electronic switched on by it’s own and started to go haywire, his tower fan rattled and shaked, the light on his ceiling almost blinded him, his alarm clock rapidly changed its display to nonsensical times while blaring its alarm until- POP silence and darkness.

Max brought his hands up to his face to try and rub away the stinging sensation in his eyes but before they could reach them they bumped into a glass pane attached to a helmet he was now wearing. “What the?!” His voice sounded odd and muffled, through the darkness in front of him he could barely make out his black gloved hands and orange sleeves. He stumbled backwards a few steps and looked down at himself, knowing he’d see himself clad in the orange suit the characters in Lethal Company wore but was surprised to find he now had two hefty breasts on his chest which he brought his hands up to and gave a hearty squeeze. He felt and smelled everything from his own hands squeezing his tits, to the musky smell inside his suit, and how the suit was wrapped skin tight around his now female body. “No… No, no, no, no! This can’t be- I must be-”

He reached for his pockets and eventually found what he was looking for, his yellow pro-flashlight. He clicked it on and began looking around at the industrial labyrinth he found himself stuck in. All of it scared him shitless, causing his breathing to become ragged and unsteady as his breasts rose and fell along with his chest. “I- I gotta find my way out! I gotta-” Max turned around and froze as just a few feet away from him, towering over him was the unmistakable beady white eyes and deep dark red silhouette of a bracken that was letting out its low guttural half-hum, half-growl. Paralyzed with fear Max forgot the only other thing you should know about the bracken other than don’t turn your back to it which was to not stare at it too long. It took a few steps back from Max and upon being stared down it shook its leaves upon its back and dashed towards him.

“Shit!” Max began booking it in the opposite direction of the bracken. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” His boots thudded against the metal grate floor underneath him as he ran. “I don’t want to die! I don’t want to-” He turned the corner and tripped over a piece of scrap laying in the middle of the floor. Arms and chest first he collided against the grated floor with a loud thud, dropping his pro-flashlight and clown horn he had found earlier. He looked up at the bracken who had been on his tail the entire time. Its beady eyes kept constant eye-contact as it slowly approached him. “St-stay away! Don’t make me-” Wait a minute! The yield sign! He jumped up to his feet, pulled out the yield sign from his inventory, and pulled it back ready to swing it down on the bracken but… Before Max could strike the entity before him it had closed the gap between them, grabbed him by the neck and- Max tensed up, ready to learn what it felt like to have one’s own neck snapped but it never came. Instead felt stale air brush against his sweaty, bare skin as the bracken unzipped his suit. “Hey! Don’t you-!” In Max’s struggle he dropped the yield sign whilst the bracken overpowered him. Its hand clasped over the front of his mask as its other hand snuck its way down his abdomen and beneath his suit where it fondled his pussy lips. “Stop that!~ Hey!~” Max stifled moans as the bracken fondled his body. It let out a satisfied hum as its finger explored the shallow depths of his moist pussy. With its hand still holding Max in a headlock it began dragging him deeper into the depths of the facility.

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“Ah!~ Ah!~ Hah!~ Ah!~ Fuck!~” Max moaned like a bitch in heat as the bracken's floral cock stretched his pussy to its absolute limit. The monster's hips slammed against Max’s supple ass as it railed Max from behind. It had Max’s head pinned against the floor while lifting the lower half of his body for easy access to his now abused cunt. “Stahp!~ Ah!~ Ah!~ Shit!~” Max felt the bracken’s dick tense up before releasing another countless load of spunk into his womb. “NGAH!~ No more!~” Max screamed out ecstasy as he too trembled with what was his 9th consecutive orgasm. He wasn’t particularly fond of squealing like a pig, getting violated by a monster that should’ve killed him long ago but he held out on the fact that he and his crew had bought a teleporter and he’d be saved from this blissful hell in no time.

A popup suddenly appeared on the bottom half of Max’s helmet screen which read:
PILOT COMPUTER
Warning! No response from crew, which has not returned. Emergency code activated.

“What!?~ Unnh!~ No!~ That-~ That can’t-~ gah~ be!~” Max couldn’t help but moan his pleas of desperation as the bracken continued to relentlessly fill him up with its seed. “Teleport me!~ Don’t-~ fUcK~ leave me here!~ Agh!~” His body tensed up and trembled as another of many, many more orgasms to come wreaked havoc against his body. Nothing more than a seedbed for this very well endowed bracken.