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Your powerful attack mutilates the pod! (116)What's happening to you definitely isn't rape.  Not any more.  You like it too much.  You lean back against a wall of the pod and thrust your slender hips pitifully against a phantom lover, moaning lewdly as you're forcibly pleasured.  You grab hold of the fleshy walls with your hands and try to hold yourself up, but your legs have the consistency of jello.   They fold neatly underneath you as you slide into the ooze and begin to float inside it.  It's comforting in an odd way, and while you're gasping in-between moans, your balance finally gives out.  You sink deeper into the fluid and lose all sense of direction.  Up and down become meaningless constructs that no longer matter to you.The thick slime passes over your lips and nose you sink into the rising tide of bliss, and you find yourself wondering how you'll breathe.  Instinctively, you hold your breathe.  Even riddled with sexual bliss and thought-obliterating drugs, you won't let yourself open your mouth when 'underwater'.  The lack of oxygen makes your heart hammer in your chest.  Before you can pass out, the constant penetration forces a moan from your lips.A tentacle takes the opportunity to slip into your mouth along with a wave of the slime.  You try to cough out the fluid, but there isn't any air left in your lungs to push it out.  The orally-fixated tendril widens and begins to pour more of it inside you, and with nowhere else to go, it packs your goo-filled lungs to the brim before you start to swallow.  You relax and exhale the last of your air from your nose as your body calms itself.  Somehow you can breathe the fungus-pod's fluids!You're floating in pure liquid bliss.  Thoughts melt away before they can form, and every inch of your body is being caressed, squeezes, or penetrated by the warm, slime-slicked tentacles.  Nearly every muscle in your body goes completely slack as you're cradled with bliss.  Without your thoughts or stress bothering you, the pleasure swiftly builds to a crescendo.The wave of need starts out in inside your crotch, begging to be let out, but you can't even be bothered to move your thin hips anymore.  Without your help, release stays just out of reach, but the tentacles working your body seem intent on spurring it on.  The one inside your tight asshole begins to pump more quickly, and with the added pressure, you cum quickly.  Your body twitches weakly, too relaxed to move while it gets off from anal penetration.You orgasm around the tentacle in your tight pucker for what feels like hours, though some dim, half forgotten whisper of your mind tells you it can't possible have gone on for that long.  It feels so right and so perfect that resistance is almost a foreign concept to you at this point.  How could you have tried to fight off this heaven?  You're completely limp, totally helpless, and happier than you ever remember.  The pulsing lights of your womb-like prison continue their steady beat in time with the tentacle buried in your ass, soothing you while your body is played like a violin heading towards its latest crescendo.In spite of the constant stimulation, it unceremoniously comes to a halt.  The tentacle in your ass yanks out with near-spiteful force, and the fluid starts to drain from around you.  With so many strange chemicals pumping in your blood, it's too hard to stand, so you lie down on the fleshy 'floor' as the last of the pod's ooze empties out.  The petals unfold, returning the view of the outside world to your drug and orgasm riddled mind.  Over the next minute your head clears and your strength slowly returns.You walk over to the skeleton and get a good look at it.  The bleached bone leers up at you knowingly, and its jaw is locked in a rictus grin.  Look down at the rapier, you decide to pick it up out of your mess and examine it.  The blade shines keenly, and the sword is balanced to perfection.  Though you succumbed to the same fate as its owner, your genderless body must have saved you from sharing his fate.  The potential pods that carpet the floor don't even twitch at you, and you breathe a silent prayer of thanks while a dark part of you curses.You snag a single gem and 1 XP as you walk away from your victory.There is a jeweled rapier on your defeated opponent.  You place a jeweled rapier in your third pouch.