Crimson Herald
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shadowhiveCrimson Herald
Pairing: c!Foolish/Egg vines
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tentacles, non-con, mind break, torture
Notes: So I started this ages ago when the DreamSMP was still a thing and Foolish spotted vines again, though I quickly stalled on it. Then I got the urge to do tentacles again and I saw this sitting there, so instead of doing any of my other wips I decided to do this. It’s probably changed a lot from whatever it was originally gonna be (I don’t remember the exact idea and didn’t leave notes, but it was probably gonna be along the lines of him being used by the vines somewhere) but here it is anyway. It’s got a bit of lore stuff, but I’ve tried to keep it explainable (especially Foolish’s ‘gift’ from dream XD which ended up becoming a central thing). I also pictured (if that’s the right word) the egg’s ‘voice’ as sounding like Corpse.
And this ended up so long with the end over running oops
Foolish couldn’t help but feel very nervous as he walked around his summer home, giving it another through search. He’d been on edge for the last few days, ever since he’d seen those red vines in the forest. He had tried to dismiss it as just something random, or maybe just one vine that had been missed due to its remote location.
But then he had found some on his newest build.
And under his summer home.
He had hoped, really hoped, that it had been just another of Bad’s pranks. A sick, twisted joke. His usual ‘pranks’ were more annoying than harmful, like the cactus tower and the faces on the XD statue. They were things to irritate him, to get a rise out of him, never to scare him.
Never mind that he’d been the ringleader the last time vines appeared everywhere.
So he’d confronted him, hoping for answers. But he didn’t seem to know anything, denying his involvement. And not only that he offered two, equally troubling scenarios.
Either the egg was waking up again.
Or there was another one out there that had been disturbed.
Either way it seemed it was out for him, that he was sure.
***
Foolish couldn’t escape the feeling that he was being watched. It didn’t matter where he was, or how certain he was that he was alone with nothing remotely living around him, he just couldn’t shake his feeling. He wished that he could be sure it was all in his head. Him just being paranoid would be much better than the alternative.
And then there were the dreams.
It felt like every time he closed his eyes he saw the vines. At first it was just a few in the background of his regular dreams, distant enough that they could be easy missed. But over time there were more. Now whenever he dreamed there were vines everywhere, covering the museum, the prison, his summer home.
And then he heard a voice, the whisperings were in distinct but it was definitely a voice.
Every time he woke up in a cold sweat.
He wasn’t sure what to do, after all they were just dreams, as frightening as they were. He’d had them before after the banquet, but he’d put it down to trauma, keeping them to himself. Maybe this was just a recurrence of them. He didn’t want to talk to anyone about these thoughts, not wanting to share the vulnerability, but maybe he should.
He just wasn’t sure who to trust with this.
***
Foolish was walking home from his build, walking through the forest as the sun was setting. He was near where he’d first saw those vines almost to weeks ago. Since then he hadn’t seen any, so he was sure that it had just been a stray vine from before that people had missed. After all this forest was out of the way, far from everyone’s bases so that was probably how it had been missed. It was a plausible explanation, one that made absolute sense.
And as to the others he’d found later, he must have got some spores on him from killing the ones in the forest and they grew from those.
He still felt like he was being watched.
And he probably was! It was a forest after all, there was bound to be all kinds of creatures watching him from the trees or hiding in the long grass. It was just nature.
He walked a little faster though, just in case.
The sky was turning darker, the reds and oranges or the sunset fading into the black of night. Between the trees he could see stars begin to twinkle in the sky, joining the pale orb of the moon. It was beautiful, but he didn’t have the time to stop and enjoy it. He could do that once he was safely at home
He continued to make his way through the trees, although it felt like they were somehow closer together, denser. He wrote it off as his imagination, a trick of the night and he continued on.
“Foolish.”
He froze at the sound of his name, looking around to see if he could see the source. He couldn’t see anyone or could he place exactly who had said his name. It sounded unfamiliar and yet…
“Foolish.” There it was again. This time he got a direction, it was coming somewhere from his right, deeper into the forest.
Every instinct in his body told him that he should continue on his way and ignore that. Not only that but he should run, run. and never look back, never come back here ever again. Not without anyone anyway.
So why was he walking towards it?
“Foolish.”
The still couldn’t place the voice. It sounded male but it didn’t sound like anyone he knew. So who was it? Or what?
He kept walking in the direction the voice come from, seemingly unable to make himself change direction. It felt almost like he was in a trance and that terrified him. “Hello?” He called out into the darkness, voice sounding shaky to his ears. “Is anyone there?”
He got no reply and yet he kept walking. It was then, while he was listening for a reply, that he noticed just how quiet it was. There was no sound apart from those caused by his footsteps. No rustling of creatures in the trees, no sounds of insects or birds. Nothing. It was eerie and it made him shudder.
“Hello?” He called out again talk as he took another step forward, his head looking around for any signs of life other than the trees. Although now that he thought about it these trees were different, all completely bare of their leaves and they looked…
The ground fell from under him and he was falling into the darkness.
It wasn’t his first time falling through a hole underground, people carelessly left them when they went mining, left them as traps for their enemies (or friends as a prank) and they were also just naturally occurring ones dotting the landscape. He wasn’t sure how long he fell in the darkness, though soon the hole beneath him opened up into a larger cavern. At first he was grateful, if only because once he landed he could use his tools and find a way out of here.
That feeling evaporated as soon as he landed and saw his surroundings.
This wasn’t an ordinary cavern made of the familiar grey of stone. No, everywhere he looked was red of various shades, some glowing ominously. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. He felt his heart start to race as he looked around frantically, searching for a way out. What he saw instead made him tremble in fear,
There were vines everywhere, of various sizes. Some were as small as his fingers while others were as big as he was tall. And then in the centre of the room, raised up above the rest of the floor, was an egg. It looked like The Egg, but it couldn’t be, as that was contained, sealed away far from here. Had it somehow escaped confinement? Or, worse, was this another egg entirely.
“Foolish.” The voice was coming from the egg. It was deep and booming, seeming to fill the air and yet it also felt like it was just inside his head. “So good of you to come.”
“No, no, no!” Foolish grabbed his pickaxe and ran towards the nearest wall, while the egg voice started to laugh. He bought the tool down against the red of the wall, only for the end of it to shatter uselessly.
“It’s no use, there is no escape for you from this place.”
Foolish shook his heard fiercely, dropping the now useless pickaxe and switching to for a sword, reading himself for a fight. When he turned back to face the egg he saw that the vines nearest to him had started to move towards him. He raised his sword, swinging it around to try to defend himself but it was no good. There were too many of them and they overwhelmed him effortlessly.
His sword fell to the floor with a clatter, the vines wrapping around him, holding him so he couldn’t grab anything else to try and fight. “What are you going to do to me?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that question and he struggled against the tightening vines.
“I’m going to use you.” As the voice spoke one of the smaller vines reacher up, stroking against Foolish’s cheek. “You have a gift, a gift I’m going to use to awaken fully.”
“I don’t have any gi… oh no.” Realisation dawned and suddenly this made sense. At the banquet the egg had wanted sacrifices but had only gotten one, him. People had theorised why but no one was exactly sure. Foolish had suspected it wanted to us peoples life energy for some purpose.
It had been a long time since then and Foolish had gained a gift from Dream XD. As a reward for building him his statue XD had given him functional immortality. He couldn’t die. Not from combat, not from falls, not from five or lava or drowning. Anytime he should have died he just came right back.
How the hell did this thing know about that?
“Yes. That gift of yours is going to be the downfall of this place. But do not worry. Once I’m awakened I will claim you as my herald.” Foolish wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but it didn’t fill him with confidence. He struggled again, but the vines on him held him in place, laughter coming from the egg. The vines on him started to move, tearing his armour apart, fragments flying in all directions. The vines shifted again, allowing the remains of the armour to fall off him, leaving him completely unprotected.
“Someone will come looking for me. They’ll find me, find you and destroy you.” He said, with as much confidence as he could muster, though he didn’t sound convincing even to his own ears.
It laughed, the sound seeming to reverberate off the red walls surrounding them.
“You don’t believe that, not really. No one knows that you are out here and by the time anyone realises you are gone…. Well, it will be too late.” The words hung in the air for a few long moments, and Foolish suspected it was intentionally doing it so that they would sink in.
Foolish hated that it was most likely right.
“But enough of that, let’s get started.” The vines moved again, wrapping tightly around his ankles and wrists, holding tight as they raised him up from the ground. The vines then pulled his legs apart, leaving him even more exposed.
He was suddenly very aware of his nudity.
More vines reached out for him, smaller ones which explored the golden skin of his chest. It made him shiver as they stroked him. While the vines binding him felt tough and unyielding these felt soft and supple. They brushed a crossed his chest, some flicking against his nipples making him shudder even more. He felt ashamed that the contact went between his legs, so he was glad it was brief with the vines moving over his chest instead.
Further vines made contact with his back, stroking from between his shoulder blades and going steadily lower. More reached out, gripping into his asscheeks, pulling them apart. “What are you doing??” Foolish cried out, struggling uselessly against the vines holding him in place. They constricted even tighter against him, stopping even that small movement as the egg just laughed without responding.
Foolish felt another vine between his cheeks, the tip brushing against his hole. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had something against his ass, he had lived a long life before coming here after all, but this was the first time anything like this had happened. At least he thought so anyway.
The vine was slick and soft and it forced itself into him easily, making him cry out at the intrusion. Once it was inside him he felt more slickness ooze out of it. For the first few seconds he thought it was something akin to lube, to make this easier but then he started to feel pain wherever the fluid touched him. At first it was like an itch, but then it started to feel like burning, making him scream from the intense pain.
There was more cruel laughter from the egg and he felt the vine start to swell. The way it spread him open was a different pain to whatever the vine filled him with and was almost a relief to get something else as a distraction from it. At least until it felt like he was being filled more than he ever had before. He couldn’t see the vine that was inside him, but it felt like it was thicker than his arm, probably thicker than his thigh.
It was hard to process what was going on. The pain of whatever it filled him with was was less intense now, becoming a dull ache. He wasn’t sure if the pain had actually lessened or if it was his bodies way of coping. It had also stopped expanding, his hole feeling sore from how wide it now was.
Another vine winded around Foolish’s throat and it started to squeeze, making it difficult to breathe. His v vision became increasingly hazy through his tear filled eyes and he knew that soon he was going to die. As it squeezed ever tighter his vision became darker until everything went black.
Seconds later he gasped as his gift bought him back, only to immediately lose his breathe as the vine remained tight around his throat. His vision was starting to fade again just like it did before, when he felt sharp pain at various points around his neck. His head felt too slow and he couldn’t work out exactly what was happening, most likely because of the loss of air. But then, as his vision started to clear he could see.
From various points around the vine on his neck he could see wickedly sharp points, like vicious thorns.
And then he felt that sharp pain elsewhere, thorns piercing his skin at his wrists, his ankles, his thighs. Even the one inside of him seemed to produce them, tearing at his insides. He screamed again, and then, again, everything went black.
Foolish knew from testing put his gift that being bought back from attempted death healed him as well. He realised that was the case here as well. As long as the thorns retreated back into the vines the damage they did healed. As long as the vine didn’t pump more liquid, sap?, into him the pain would fade.
It felt like the next few deaths was the egg experimenting, discovering how much damage would be healed from each death. Vaguely Foolish heard the egg seemingly make approving sounds before doing something else to him.
His mouth was forced open, a slick vine sliding into his mouth before starting to pump something sweet into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it down and then he realised it was the same sap that had caused him so much pain. He screamed around the vine, trying to bite down but being unable to do any damage even with his sharp teeth. And then things went black again.
Smaller, sharp vines lashed against him, breaking his skin in various places. Then they wrapped around his most vulnerable spots, cutting through flesh and bone to remove body parts. His fingers, hands, nipples, feet, even his genitals ended up on the floor beneath him before the pain got too much.
Things went black and then he was restored.
The thick vines holding him squeezed him tight, twisting his arms and legs hard enough to break bones with audible snaps, before one gripped his head, yanking it to the side and snapping his neck.
Foolish wasn’t sure how long this parade of horrors and pain went in for. It could have been hours, or days, or even longer. All he could do was endure the pain, to scream and cry until his throat was sore, only to do it all over again.
He wasn’t sure when things changed, but at some point the pain started to become tinged with pleasure. It was a dull feeling at first, just on the periphery of his senses but it steadily grew. And then his dicks started to react to it, both of them starting to harden.
It didn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re starting to like this aren’t you?” The egg’s deep voice now felt like a whisper in his ear. It felt like it was the first time it had spoken in hours and it made Foolish shiver. “Answer me.”
It took Foolish a few long seconds to find his voice and when it did the word came out, soft and shaky. “Y…yes.”
It chuckled. “Good little herald. I bet you’d like some sort of attention wouldn’t you?”
Foolish nodded weakly, the feel of a small, soft vine against one of his dicks making him quiver. “Y… yes.” He gasped as it withdrew and he rocked his hips as if chasing it. “Please…”
It laughed, the deep sound seeming to come from all around him and for a moment Foolish assumed he was going to get fresh pain. He tried to brace himself, squeezing his eyes shut and awaiting whatever was coming.
Instead of pain, small vines wrapped around his cocks, starting to stroke them. Foolish couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the contact, his eyelids fluttering in pleasure. More similar vines were on him, flicking against his peaked nipples and the soft sac of his balls, making him squirm weakly against the vines restraining him in place.
A larger vine pressed against his open hole, sinking into him and filling him up. He wasn’t sure when the previous vine had left him, but he was glad because this one was thicker, firmer, better. As soon as it was in him it started to move, pulling out and roughly thrusting back into him, all while the other vines stroked him.
“You’re mine aren’t you?” It felt like the voice was all around him, but also like a whisper in each of his ears.
Foolish nodded at first, breathless and lost in the pleasure the vines were giving him. Then they stopped, each of the vines stilling their movement and he struggled to find his voice, knowing it wanted him to say it. “Y…yes, I’m yours.” He whispered, his voice trembling. “Please…”
For a few moments the vines stayed still and he worried that it was over, that his plea wasn’t enough. Before he could manage to come up and voice something better the vines started to move again, and all such thoughts left his head.
More vines reached for his cocks, wiggling against his shafts while the ones on him before kept stroking. The smaller ones felt soft and kinda slick, almost like tongues but smaller. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before and it drove him crazy, pleasure making his whole body tremble. The vine inside of him moved faster and when he looked down he could see the way his belly bulged from how much it filled him. It felt so good to be filled, to be touched, to be used like this. He wanted all these feelings to last forever.
As much as he wanted the pleasure to continue he could feel it reaching it’s peak, his whole body trembling with arousal as the vines moved faster. It was almost as if they were chasing his pleasure too, wanting him to cum too. “Do it. Cum you pathetic creature.” That did it and he cried out, spilling hard from both his dicks, it landing across the vines and his sweat slick chest. It was probably the most intense orgasm of his long, long life and it left his whole body trembling.
After a few long moments of him panting and catching his breath, the voice spoke again. “Now that you’ve had some fun let’s get back to it.” His head felt too hazy to process the words, but he soon understood when a vine returned around his throat and started to squeeze.
***
Everything felt like a blur after that. There was pain as the egg’s vines killed him again and again. Sometimes it was in ways like it had done before, like with the choking or with the thorns tearing his insides. Other times it seemed to experiment with different ways, like dismemberment or when it used his own weapons on him.
Every so often though it gave him pleasure as well. Sometimes just stroking his dicks, other times just fucking his ass. Sometimes there were more than one vine in his ass, other times one was fucking his mouth as well. A few times there were vines that engulfed his dick, or thin ones that slipped down his piss slit. Every time he’d cum as hard as the first time.
A few times he’d thought, though wasn’t sure, that it had left something in him as well.
Eventually the vines let him down and he felt, different. “Rest.”
Foolish passed out instantly at the command, darkness claiming him in sleep.
***
Foolish stepped out into the sunlight, blinking at the sudden brightness. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust to it, after getting used to the red darkness of the cave that had become his home. He missed it already.
He took a few unsteady steps, unused to walking after having been held up for so long. Part of him wanted to turn back into the cave, to return to the the pleasure and torture of the egg. But no. He had a mission. He had a job to do.
He kept walking, stopping by a pool of water to look at his reflection. He looked different now, almost unrecognisable. His golden skin was now streaked with red lines. These weren’t from cuts or scars, these were part of him now, a sign of his devotion. His eyes were the same, once they were emerald green but now they were crimson red. He smiled. He liked them, they suited him better.
He stepped from his reflection, walking through the forest he had walked through all those days ago. The trees were all dead now, some of them covered in beautiful red vines. He could see them everywhere, along the ground, choking bushes. His build, which he had been so busy with before all of this, was now wreathed in them, thick vines surrounding the entire structure. It was an improvement, better than anything he could have ever done himself.
He kept walking, away from his build, away from the forest, towards the main SMP. The number of noticeable vines decreased as he got closer, but he could sense that they were there, under the surface. That was his job, to bring them to the surface and cover this world. He had a list of destinations that he had to visit, his summer home, Snowchester, Kinoko, Las Nevadas, the prison…
But he could see the place he was going to start with, the castle with his rainbow lights flashing in the sky, a beacon for all to see. He could feel the vines, throbbing just beneath the surface, waiting for him to call them to break through.
He strode right into the castle, heading straight towards the throne room. The whole place was pathetic, a huge empty castle of stone for a ruler that was nothing more than a powerless figurehead. He hadn’t expected to find them on their throne, looking like they were deep in thought. He’d expected to find them in their museum, working on their pointless exhibits, chronicling things that would soon not matter.
“Foolish!” Eret spoke up as they saw him, standing from their throne, their long flowing dress a deep red. “We’ve been worried you’ve been gone for so long…”
“Silence.” Foolish cut them offer, drawing his new weapon. To all appearances it looked like a sword, crimson red, but it was actually one of the razor sharp vines. “Your hollow reign has ended.”
“Foolish what…” He was sure their eyes would be wide behind the shades they wore. “What’s happened to you? Why do you look so… different?”
“You’re a fool. You always have been.” Foolish grinned, showing his sharp, pointed teeth. “But especially now.” There was a low rumble and then the stone floor cracked, vines rushing out of them. With a gesture of his blade they shot straight to Eret, gripping them as tightly as they had him.
“I am Foolish. I am the herald of the egg and you, along with the rest of this world, belong to it.” Realisation dawned on Eret’s face, far too late. They tried to scream, no doubt to call for help, as pointless as that would be, but they were soon silenced by a thick vine in their mouth. The vines holding them pinned them against one of the nearest walls, hard enough to shatter the stone as well as to wind them.
Foolish had no idea what the egg planned to do with them or to the other pathetic creatures of this world. He hoped that they would be given the same treatment he had, not that their bodies could endure it. He smirked, sheathing his blade as he crossed the rest of the way to the throne, taking a seat and surveying the room. He could sense more vines coming, taking over the castle and he felt satisfied in a job well done.
But this was just the first step of many and he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. He gave Eret one last look, before nodding, the vines pulling them underground where they could not be saved by any would be interloper. Then he turned and stepped out of the room, heading out of the castle towards his next destination.
As he left the rainbow lights tuned the same deep, dark red. The same red that would soon cover this land once again.
Pairing: c!Foolish/Egg vines
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tentacles, non-con, mind break, torture
Notes: So I started this ages ago when the DreamSMP was still a thing and Foolish spotted vines again, though I quickly stalled on it. Then I got the urge to do tentacles again and I saw this sitting there, so instead of doing any of my other wips I decided to do this. It’s probably changed a lot from whatever it was originally gonna be (I don’t remember the exact idea and didn’t leave notes, but it was probably gonna be along the lines of him being used by the vines somewhere) but here it is anyway. It’s got a bit of lore stuff, but I’ve tried to keep it explainable (especially Foolish’s ‘gift’ from dream XD which ended up becoming a central thing). I also pictured (if that’s the right word) the egg’s ‘voice’ as sounding like Corpse.
And this ended up so long with the end over running oops
Foolish couldn’t help but feel very nervous as he walked around his summer home, giving it another through search. He’d been on edge for the last few days, ever since he’d seen those red vines in the forest. He had tried to dismiss it as just something random, or maybe just one vine that had been missed due to its remote location.
But then he had found some on his newest build.
And under his summer home.
He had hoped, really hoped, that it had been just another of Bad’s pranks. A sick, twisted joke. His usual ‘pranks’ were more annoying than harmful, like the cactus tower and the faces on the XD statue. They were things to irritate him, to get a rise out of him, never to scare him.
Never mind that he’d been the ringleader the last time vines appeared everywhere.
So he’d confronted him, hoping for answers. But he didn’t seem to know anything, denying his involvement. And not only that he offered two, equally troubling scenarios.
Either the egg was waking up again.
Or there was another one out there that had been disturbed.
Either way it seemed it was out for him, that he was sure.
***
Foolish couldn’t escape the feeling that he was being watched. It didn’t matter where he was, or how certain he was that he was alone with nothing remotely living around him, he just couldn’t shake his feeling. He wished that he could be sure it was all in his head. Him just being paranoid would be much better than the alternative.
And then there were the dreams.
It felt like every time he closed his eyes he saw the vines. At first it was just a few in the background of his regular dreams, distant enough that they could be easy missed. But over time there were more. Now whenever he dreamed there were vines everywhere, covering the museum, the prison, his summer home.
And then he heard a voice, the whisperings were in distinct but it was definitely a voice.
Every time he woke up in a cold sweat.
He wasn’t sure what to do, after all they were just dreams, as frightening as they were. He’d had them before after the banquet, but he’d put it down to trauma, keeping them to himself. Maybe this was just a recurrence of them. He didn’t want to talk to anyone about these thoughts, not wanting to share the vulnerability, but maybe he should.
He just wasn’t sure who to trust with this.
***
Foolish was walking home from his build, walking through the forest as the sun was setting. He was near where he’d first saw those vines almost to weeks ago. Since then he hadn’t seen any, so he was sure that it had just been a stray vine from before that people had missed. After all this forest was out of the way, far from everyone’s bases so that was probably how it had been missed. It was a plausible explanation, one that made absolute sense.
And as to the others he’d found later, he must have got some spores on him from killing the ones in the forest and they grew from those.
He still felt like he was being watched.
And he probably was! It was a forest after all, there was bound to be all kinds of creatures watching him from the trees or hiding in the long grass. It was just nature.
He walked a little faster though, just in case.
The sky was turning darker, the reds and oranges or the sunset fading into the black of night. Between the trees he could see stars begin to twinkle in the sky, joining the pale orb of the moon. It was beautiful, but he didn’t have the time to stop and enjoy it. He could do that once he was safely at home
He continued to make his way through the trees, although it felt like they were somehow closer together, denser. He wrote it off as his imagination, a trick of the night and he continued on.
“Foolish.”
He froze at the sound of his name, looking around to see if he could see the source. He couldn’t see anyone or could he place exactly who had said his name. It sounded unfamiliar and yet…
“Foolish.” There it was again. This time he got a direction, it was coming somewhere from his right, deeper into the forest.
Every instinct in his body told him that he should continue on his way and ignore that. Not only that but he should run, run. and never look back, never come back here ever again. Not without anyone anyway.
So why was he walking towards it?
“Foolish.”
The still couldn’t place the voice. It sounded male but it didn’t sound like anyone he knew. So who was it? Or what?
He kept walking in the direction the voice come from, seemingly unable to make himself change direction. It felt almost like he was in a trance and that terrified him. “Hello?” He called out into the darkness, voice sounding shaky to his ears. “Is anyone there?”
He got no reply and yet he kept walking. It was then, while he was listening for a reply, that he noticed just how quiet it was. There was no sound apart from those caused by his footsteps. No rustling of creatures in the trees, no sounds of insects or birds. Nothing. It was eerie and it made him shudder.
“Hello?” He called out again talk as he took another step forward, his head looking around for any signs of life other than the trees. Although now that he thought about it these trees were different, all completely bare of their leaves and they looked…
The ground fell from under him and he was falling into the darkness.
It wasn’t his first time falling through a hole underground, people carelessly left them when they went mining, left them as traps for their enemies (or friends as a prank) and they were also just naturally occurring ones dotting the landscape. He wasn’t sure how long he fell in the darkness, though soon the hole beneath him opened up into a larger cavern. At first he was grateful, if only because once he landed he could use his tools and find a way out of here.
That feeling evaporated as soon as he landed and saw his surroundings.
This wasn’t an ordinary cavern made of the familiar grey of stone. No, everywhere he looked was red of various shades, some glowing ominously. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. He felt his heart start to race as he looked around frantically, searching for a way out. What he saw instead made him tremble in fear,
There were vines everywhere, of various sizes. Some were as small as his fingers while others were as big as he was tall. And then in the centre of the room, raised up above the rest of the floor, was an egg. It looked like The Egg, but it couldn’t be, as that was contained, sealed away far from here. Had it somehow escaped confinement? Or, worse, was this another egg entirely.
“Foolish.” The voice was coming from the egg. It was deep and booming, seeming to fill the air and yet it also felt like it was just inside his head. “So good of you to come.”
“No, no, no!” Foolish grabbed his pickaxe and ran towards the nearest wall, while the egg voice started to laugh. He bought the tool down against the red of the wall, only for the end of it to shatter uselessly.
“It’s no use, there is no escape for you from this place.”
Foolish shook his heard fiercely, dropping the now useless pickaxe and switching to for a sword, reading himself for a fight. When he turned back to face the egg he saw that the vines nearest to him had started to move towards him. He raised his sword, swinging it around to try to defend himself but it was no good. There were too many of them and they overwhelmed him effortlessly.
His sword fell to the floor with a clatter, the vines wrapping around him, holding him so he couldn’t grab anything else to try and fight. “What are you going to do to me?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that question and he struggled against the tightening vines.
“I’m going to use you.” As the voice spoke one of the smaller vines reacher up, stroking against Foolish’s cheek. “You have a gift, a gift I’m going to use to awaken fully.”
“I don’t have any gi… oh no.” Realisation dawned and suddenly this made sense. At the banquet the egg had wanted sacrifices but had only gotten one, him. People had theorised why but no one was exactly sure. Foolish had suspected it wanted to us peoples life energy for some purpose.
It had been a long time since then and Foolish had gained a gift from Dream XD. As a reward for building him his statue XD had given him functional immortality. He couldn’t die. Not from combat, not from falls, not from five or lava or drowning. Anytime he should have died he just came right back.
How the hell did this thing know about that?
“Yes. That gift of yours is going to be the downfall of this place. But do not worry. Once I’m awakened I will claim you as my herald.” Foolish wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but it didn’t fill him with confidence. He struggled again, but the vines on him held him in place, laughter coming from the egg. The vines on him started to move, tearing his armour apart, fragments flying in all directions. The vines shifted again, allowing the remains of the armour to fall off him, leaving him completely unprotected.
“Someone will come looking for me. They’ll find me, find you and destroy you.” He said, with as much confidence as he could muster, though he didn’t sound convincing even to his own ears.
It laughed, the sound seeming to reverberate off the red walls surrounding them.
“You don’t believe that, not really. No one knows that you are out here and by the time anyone realises you are gone…. Well, it will be too late.” The words hung in the air for a few long moments, and Foolish suspected it was intentionally doing it so that they would sink in.
Foolish hated that it was most likely right.
“But enough of that, let’s get started.” The vines moved again, wrapping tightly around his ankles and wrists, holding tight as they raised him up from the ground. The vines then pulled his legs apart, leaving him even more exposed.
He was suddenly very aware of his nudity.
More vines reached out for him, smaller ones which explored the golden skin of his chest. It made him shiver as they stroked him. While the vines binding him felt tough and unyielding these felt soft and supple. They brushed a crossed his chest, some flicking against his nipples making him shudder even more. He felt ashamed that the contact went between his legs, so he was glad it was brief with the vines moving over his chest instead.
Further vines made contact with his back, stroking from between his shoulder blades and going steadily lower. More reached out, gripping into his asscheeks, pulling them apart. “What are you doing??” Foolish cried out, struggling uselessly against the vines holding him in place. They constricted even tighter against him, stopping even that small movement as the egg just laughed without responding.
Foolish felt another vine between his cheeks, the tip brushing against his hole. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had something against his ass, he had lived a long life before coming here after all, but this was the first time anything like this had happened. At least he thought so anyway.
The vine was slick and soft and it forced itself into him easily, making him cry out at the intrusion. Once it was inside him he felt more slickness ooze out of it. For the first few seconds he thought it was something akin to lube, to make this easier but then he started to feel pain wherever the fluid touched him. At first it was like an itch, but then it started to feel like burning, making him scream from the intense pain.
There was more cruel laughter from the egg and he felt the vine start to swell. The way it spread him open was a different pain to whatever the vine filled him with and was almost a relief to get something else as a distraction from it. At least until it felt like he was being filled more than he ever had before. He couldn’t see the vine that was inside him, but it felt like it was thicker than his arm, probably thicker than his thigh.
It was hard to process what was going on. The pain of whatever it filled him with was was less intense now, becoming a dull ache. He wasn’t sure if the pain had actually lessened or if it was his bodies way of coping. It had also stopped expanding, his hole feeling sore from how wide it now was.
Another vine winded around Foolish’s throat and it started to squeeze, making it difficult to breathe. His v vision became increasingly hazy through his tear filled eyes and he knew that soon he was going to die. As it squeezed ever tighter his vision became darker until everything went black.
Seconds later he gasped as his gift bought him back, only to immediately lose his breathe as the vine remained tight around his throat. His vision was starting to fade again just like it did before, when he felt sharp pain at various points around his neck. His head felt too slow and he couldn’t work out exactly what was happening, most likely because of the loss of air. But then, as his vision started to clear he could see.
From various points around the vine on his neck he could see wickedly sharp points, like vicious thorns.
And then he felt that sharp pain elsewhere, thorns piercing his skin at his wrists, his ankles, his thighs. Even the one inside of him seemed to produce them, tearing at his insides. He screamed again, and then, again, everything went black.
Foolish knew from testing put his gift that being bought back from attempted death healed him as well. He realised that was the case here as well. As long as the thorns retreated back into the vines the damage they did healed. As long as the vine didn’t pump more liquid, sap?, into him the pain would fade.
It felt like the next few deaths was the egg experimenting, discovering how much damage would be healed from each death. Vaguely Foolish heard the egg seemingly make approving sounds before doing something else to him.
His mouth was forced open, a slick vine sliding into his mouth before starting to pump something sweet into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it down and then he realised it was the same sap that had caused him so much pain. He screamed around the vine, trying to bite down but being unable to do any damage even with his sharp teeth. And then things went black again.
Smaller, sharp vines lashed against him, breaking his skin in various places. Then they wrapped around his most vulnerable spots, cutting through flesh and bone to remove body parts. His fingers, hands, nipples, feet, even his genitals ended up on the floor beneath him before the pain got too much.
Things went black and then he was restored.
The thick vines holding him squeezed him tight, twisting his arms and legs hard enough to break bones with audible snaps, before one gripped his head, yanking it to the side and snapping his neck.
Foolish wasn’t sure how long this parade of horrors and pain went in for. It could have been hours, or days, or even longer. All he could do was endure the pain, to scream and cry until his throat was sore, only to do it all over again.
He wasn’t sure when things changed, but at some point the pain started to become tinged with pleasure. It was a dull feeling at first, just on the periphery of his senses but it steadily grew. And then his dicks started to react to it, both of them starting to harden.
It didn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re starting to like this aren’t you?” The egg’s deep voice now felt like a whisper in his ear. It felt like it was the first time it had spoken in hours and it made Foolish shiver. “Answer me.”
It took Foolish a few long seconds to find his voice and when it did the word came out, soft and shaky. “Y…yes.”
It chuckled. “Good little herald. I bet you’d like some sort of attention wouldn’t you?”
Foolish nodded weakly, the feel of a small, soft vine against one of his dicks making him quiver. “Y… yes.” He gasped as it withdrew and he rocked his hips as if chasing it. “Please…”
It laughed, the deep sound seeming to come from all around him and for a moment Foolish assumed he was going to get fresh pain. He tried to brace himself, squeezing his eyes shut and awaiting whatever was coming.
Instead of pain, small vines wrapped around his cocks, starting to stroke them. Foolish couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the contact, his eyelids fluttering in pleasure. More similar vines were on him, flicking against his peaked nipples and the soft sac of his balls, making him squirm weakly against the vines restraining him in place.
A larger vine pressed against his open hole, sinking into him and filling him up. He wasn’t sure when the previous vine had left him, but he was glad because this one was thicker, firmer, better. As soon as it was in him it started to move, pulling out and roughly thrusting back into him, all while the other vines stroked him.
“You’re mine aren’t you?” It felt like the voice was all around him, but also like a whisper in each of his ears.
Foolish nodded at first, breathless and lost in the pleasure the vines were giving him. Then they stopped, each of the vines stilling their movement and he struggled to find his voice, knowing it wanted him to say it. “Y…yes, I’m yours.” He whispered, his voice trembling. “Please…”
For a few moments the vines stayed still and he worried that it was over, that his plea wasn’t enough. Before he could manage to come up and voice something better the vines started to move again, and all such thoughts left his head.
More vines reached for his cocks, wiggling against his shafts while the ones on him before kept stroking. The smaller ones felt soft and kinda slick, almost like tongues but smaller. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before and it drove him crazy, pleasure making his whole body tremble. The vine inside of him moved faster and when he looked down he could see the way his belly bulged from how much it filled him. It felt so good to be filled, to be touched, to be used like this. He wanted all these feelings to last forever.
As much as he wanted the pleasure to continue he could feel it reaching it’s peak, his whole body trembling with arousal as the vines moved faster. It was almost as if they were chasing his pleasure too, wanting him to cum too. “Do it. Cum you pathetic creature.” That did it and he cried out, spilling hard from both his dicks, it landing across the vines and his sweat slick chest. It was probably the most intense orgasm of his long, long life and it left his whole body trembling.
After a few long moments of him panting and catching his breath, the voice spoke again. “Now that you’ve had some fun let’s get back to it.” His head felt too hazy to process the words, but he soon understood when a vine returned around his throat and started to squeeze.
***
Everything felt like a blur after that. There was pain as the egg’s vines killed him again and again. Sometimes it was in ways like it had done before, like with the choking or with the thorns tearing his insides. Other times it seemed to experiment with different ways, like dismemberment or when it used his own weapons on him.
Every so often though it gave him pleasure as well. Sometimes just stroking his dicks, other times just fucking his ass. Sometimes there were more than one vine in his ass, other times one was fucking his mouth as well. A few times there were vines that engulfed his dick, or thin ones that slipped down his piss slit. Every time he’d cum as hard as the first time.
A few times he’d thought, though wasn’t sure, that it had left something in him as well.
Eventually the vines let him down and he felt, different. “Rest.”
Foolish passed out instantly at the command, darkness claiming him in sleep.
***
Foolish stepped out into the sunlight, blinking at the sudden brightness. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust to it, after getting used to the red darkness of the cave that had become his home. He missed it already.
He took a few unsteady steps, unused to walking after having been held up for so long. Part of him wanted to turn back into the cave, to return to the the pleasure and torture of the egg. But no. He had a mission. He had a job to do.
He kept walking, stopping by a pool of water to look at his reflection. He looked different now, almost unrecognisable. His golden skin was now streaked with red lines. These weren’t from cuts or scars, these were part of him now, a sign of his devotion. His eyes were the same, once they were emerald green but now they were crimson red. He smiled. He liked them, they suited him better.
He stepped from his reflection, walking through the forest he had walked through all those days ago. The trees were all dead now, some of them covered in beautiful red vines. He could see them everywhere, along the ground, choking bushes. His build, which he had been so busy with before all of this, was now wreathed in them, thick vines surrounding the entire structure. It was an improvement, better than anything he could have ever done himself.
He kept walking, away from his build, away from the forest, towards the main SMP. The number of noticeable vines decreased as he got closer, but he could sense that they were there, under the surface. That was his job, to bring them to the surface and cover this world. He had a list of destinations that he had to visit, his summer home, Snowchester, Kinoko, Las Nevadas, the prison…
But he could see the place he was going to start with, the castle with his rainbow lights flashing in the sky, a beacon for all to see. He could feel the vines, throbbing just beneath the surface, waiting for him to call them to break through.
He strode right into the castle, heading straight towards the throne room. The whole place was pathetic, a huge empty castle of stone for a ruler that was nothing more than a powerless figurehead. He hadn’t expected to find them on their throne, looking like they were deep in thought. He’d expected to find them in their museum, working on their pointless exhibits, chronicling things that would soon not matter.
“Foolish!” Eret spoke up as they saw him, standing from their throne, their long flowing dress a deep red. “We’ve been worried you’ve been gone for so long…”
“Silence.” Foolish cut them offer, drawing his new weapon. To all appearances it looked like a sword, crimson red, but it was actually one of the razor sharp vines. “Your hollow reign has ended.”
“Foolish what…” He was sure their eyes would be wide behind the shades they wore. “What’s happened to you? Why do you look so… different?”
“You’re a fool. You always have been.” Foolish grinned, showing his sharp, pointed teeth. “But especially now.” There was a low rumble and then the stone floor cracked, vines rushing out of them. With a gesture of his blade they shot straight to Eret, gripping them as tightly as they had him.
“I am Foolish. I am the herald of the egg and you, along with the rest of this world, belong to it.” Realisation dawned on Eret’s face, far too late. They tried to scream, no doubt to call for help, as pointless as that would be, but they were soon silenced by a thick vine in their mouth. The vines holding them pinned them against one of the nearest walls, hard enough to shatter the stone as well as to wind them.
Foolish had no idea what the egg planned to do with them or to the other pathetic creatures of this world. He hoped that they would be given the same treatment he had, not that their bodies could endure it. He smirked, sheathing his blade as he crossed the rest of the way to the throne, taking a seat and surveying the room. He could sense more vines coming, taking over the castle and he felt satisfied in a job well done.
But this was just the first step of many and he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. He gave Eret one last look, before nodding, the vines pulling them underground where they could not be saved by any would be interloper. Then he turned and stepped out of the room, heading out of the castle towards his next destination.
As he left the rainbow lights tuned the same deep, dark red. The same red that would soon cover this land once again.
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Date: 2023-08-28 04:59 pm (UTC)the mind control aspect was PERFECT too god herald!foolish is hot as hell????? I want to see him and the egg rule the whole smp so I would not be opposed to a sequel at some point /nf especially if it involved cbbh (why am I lowkey into foolish/bbh all of a sudden???? who knows)
anyways DAMN ur recent stuff is sooooo good holy shit /pos
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Date: 2023-08-28 05:26 pm (UTC)HONESTLY! I debated ending how I would end it and I almost ended with him still in the cave or him getting out but then I just had the image of him going after someone and I KNEW a I had to do it.
I’m so tempted to do a sequel at some point there’s so many possibilities but that’s such a good idea! (And I dunno but it’s hot!)
Awww thank you! I was really in the zone for this and I’m glad it continued