Creepers had become quite the worry for Alex.
The kamazee moss had blown holes into her homes that had created openings for other monsters to enter and harass her; and whenever she was in proximity to the blast she'd need to bathe to clean herself of the spores; lest they grow into more Creepers right there in her home.
Despite her experiences thus far, Alex had grown so used to the creepers being a nuisance that it genuinely hadn't dawned on her that there could be a special one of them like she's seen with so many of the others.
When she first saw the green skinned woman sitting beneath a tree, she assumed it was another slime. Remembering her fun with the last slime she'd met, Alex approached carefully before pouncing.
She picked her up, dropping her down onto her eager cock. She knew there wasn't much point trying to get away from the slimes when they were horny.
But as Alex fucked the green skinned mob-girl up into the air, the tell-tell hiss of a Creeper hiss from her lips sent a chill of fear up her spine. In that moment she knew both that she'd made a mistake, and that the only way out of it was to commit.
"Sh, sh~" Alex purred into the Creeper girl's ear, attempting not to sound frightened as her hands moved from her legs up to her chest.
She pressed the Creeper girl's back against a tree to support her as she continued to fuck her; now able to give attention to her chest as well. "No need to explode, just let me take care of all that stress~"
Her words confused the plant girl, disarming her aggressive hissing as the redhead continued to up up into her. Her body had an innate desire to explode that she wasn't entirely in control of, and now that she'd started it, the desire was stronger than ever.
But… for once.. A different desire was fighting it.
A pressure, different to the concussive one that her body normally began building started to grow inside her as Alex rutted her, only growing more intense as she got rougher with the plant woman.
The pleasure of her rutting was warring against her body's instinctive desire to explode and spread spores. She told Alex as much through grit teeth as she was bounced on her cock, "If breeding is the point, there are more fun ways~" Alex assured her.
These words caused the new pleasure to overwhelm her body, clouding out the desire to explode in favor of the desire to.. Well, explode; albeit much differently.
Her blissful scream might not have been as loud as a normal creeper explosion as she came, but it was certainly a more successful outcome as far as Alex was concerned. She let out a sigh of relief, followed by another, much deeper as she followed the Creeper girl over the edge.
The plant mob's eyes glazed over slightly at the warm sensation flooding her inside, "Better.. Than.. explode~" She agreed as she seemed to lose consciousness in Alex's arms.
'Well.. at least I know how to defuse the cute ones at least.' Alex thought as she set the Creeper down… carefully.
Alex followed the figure to a strange home deep in the swamp. It looked similar to the houses of the villages, but it was secluded; just one house hidden in the wilderness.
As the figure moved to enter it, the light caught them and Alex would finally see them. It only took one look to know she was following the right target.
After her last encounter with them, she'd recognize those purple robes, that black hat, those glowing glass bottles in her hands, anywhere. But she was different to the kind Alex was familiar with. Witches were people, Alex believed, simply people who'd gone bad somehow.
That was part of the reason Alex had nearly died when she was last confronted. She'd been unwilling to fight back until the four dead eyed witches had made it clear they didn't care that Alex meant no harm. But this one looked different to the ones who'd pushed Alex to her limit previously.
Her eyes were calm and focused, no trace of the malice and hate Alex had seen in the eyes of the ones she'd killed. She walked with grace and intelligence, not with the demented gate that coven had chased Alex with.
Alex stayed hidden outside the house, watched as the witch worked on her potions through the lens of a spyglass. She looked beautiful up close; the normal purple robes of a Witch pulled over a filled out, curvy body. But more than that she looked… lonely.
So one night Alex took a chance and approached the Witch woman's house, knocking on the door and nervously offering a cup of sugar as a peace offering. Most of the more feral witches she'd seen had either had sugar on them or been searching for it when Alex had found them, so it seemed like a good opener.
The witch raised an eyebrow, but accepted the sugar and welcomed Alex within. She told Alex her story.
Apparently unlike other witches, she'd once been a villager. She'd experimented with magic to try and cure the zombification that had plagued her home, but been shunned for it and thrown out.
Heartbroken by the story, Alex offered to find her village and put in a good word for her. The witch woman chuckled, but paused when she saw the determined look in her eyes.
"You're a strange one.. The first one in ages to so much as join me for tea.. And already offering yourself to help me?"
Alex shrugged, "I don't even remember where I'm from and I miss it. I can't imagine how much worse it must be for you. So I want to help!"
The witch woman stared at Alex, as though trying to spot some trace of deception or weakness on her face. Alex's eyes remained resolute.
The witch woman retrieved a map from her desk and offered it to Alex, along with a gentle kiss. "I may have more for you if you succeed~ though.. Don't beat yourself up if you sail. My people aren't the most welcoming to outsiders."
Alex had stopped listening by that point, mind already made and determined; and only like thirty percent because of the tent the witch had put in her pant with that kiss.