It's..... Red, and pink. Everything is moist and soft, one giant mass of tentacled flesh, stretching as far as she can see. Dim light filters in from... Somewhere, and some of the flesh is glowing, gently illuminating the mysteries of this expanded environment. The place is huge! She could stand on herself ten times and not reach from one edge to another. And there are long tunnels leading away in all directions, with all sorts of neat patterns and creatures.

She wanders, walking slowly even though she could probably sprint and use those muscles. This is cool. So much new and weird stuff to look at. Taking in the warm, pleasantly sex-smelling air, feeling the fleshy mass squish underfoot... There's wriggling tentacles wandering here and there, lurking in the pools of fluid. Up and down the hills she goes, not having anywhere in particular in mind.

It doesn't take very long for her to start... Kind of missing the sensation of having a nice tentacle pumping inside her, filling her pussy with comforting warm cum.

Luckily there are plenty of those around! On the walls, in the floors, in the pools. Some part of the terrain, and some wriggling around on their own. Some of the small critters seem to want her, then suddenly decide against it when they get close? Well, their loss. She looks around for a good source of pleasure, considering several of the walls and pits she can notice. She has a vague bad feeling about that one, and also that one but less so... So, over there.

She jumps over a pool of pink fluid, relishing the wind on her skin and the feedback in her legs, laughing as her hair trails sparks, and walks straight into the embrace of a wriggling patch of wall, which immediately wraps over a dozen short tentacles around her legs and arms, caressing them. One plunges into her pussy and starts pumping the slick and nubbed form in and out, making her sigh in relief and moan in pleasure. The wriggling wall takes advantage of it to wrap her deeper in a warm embrace, plunging into her mouth and ass as well, though her dick goes unattended aside from some idle rubbing. Still, how refreshing! And the cum is a slightly different flavor, which is neat, too.

About half a dozen orgasms later, she's ready to move on, and it doesn't take too much to convince the wall to let her go, just a show of strength and letting her slightly-impatient-determination leak through her skin a bit.

She wanders the tunnels for a while, mapping them in her head and following the vague notion that she wants to go up for some reason. She figures out that she can do neat things with the lightning sparking off her cute tail and lively hair, making zappy sticks or panels or other shapes. There doesn't seem to be much use for it aside from applying some additional discouragement to the more persistent pits. She gets used to running and jumping, and sometimes doubles back to particularly interesting sections of flesh-cave to run and leap around them as fast as possible, challenging herself to speed and grace. Sometimes she finds a nice hole to fuck with her dick, or more often a nice tentacle to fuck her. Her tits, her mouth, her pussy. It gets a bit boring after a while, but in small doses is plenty fun. Once or twice she sees more complex detached critters moving around, other than the single lone tentacles that like to wrap her up and fuck her, but... She doesn't approach them, and they don't approach her.

She's a little scared. Maybe they are too.

After one session, she notices something... Weird. Her belly feels - full? Fuller than usual, long after she's done being fucked and wandered away from her last partner.

She heads back to her last partner and leans into their embrace again, opening their understandings of each other. It's hard to tell, and most things don't have much more emotional range than 'fuck' and 'fear', but she expresses-

Curiosity. Discomfort, feeling-full, time passing-

The response is... Huh. It takes some figuring out, which she patiently does even as the small pit excitedly redoubles its affectionate squeezing, making her giggle. Children? She's pregnant. With eggs. That's... Weird. It feels so happy and proud. It wants her to carry them, and they'll come out when they're ready, in a week or so, somewhere new where they can grow. Growth, and that sort of love...

She contemplates as the breeding pit idly massages her breasts, feeling somewhat conflicted. She wasn't aware of this, didn't ask for it, didn't expect it... Honestly, she could probably shock herself or crush herself to get rid of the eggs, and she might be tempted if only to be faster. But it'd be such a cruel thing to do, really.

This is RIGHT. She feels a whisper in the back of her head, a third party, the same one she's glimpsed here and there... You're giving this entity a priceless opportunity, by carrying its eggs. It won't be that much of an inconvenience, as you've been blessed with such a powerful body, coursing through and through with magic. It is only right for you to offer this service, this kindness. You're giving pleasure and sustenance and progeny to the tentacles, and the tentacles are giving love and tender affections and sustenance and pleasure back. A cycle, a heart's pulse, that only goes onwards and upwards.

Wow. This... What is this? It resonates and thrums inside her, but not physically so. Magically so. Echoing in her thoughts, not her body.

...What are you? She tries to ask the third-party.

A God. The one who found you. Who took your soul from its cold wandering and gave you a body, because I love you. I want the best for you, for you are now my child. I want the best for my children-tentacles, and for everyone, everywhere, now and forever. Love and joy eternal. Kindness and giving. The greatest anything can be is to be kind, and generous, and loving. I am so proud of you, for deciding to carry those eggs, even though you didn't expect them, even though they are inconvenient. You're creating so much more joy and fulfillment! But you must keep going up. You should explore and experience. Learn and grow. I will not begrudge you if you do not, but I so dearly hope you do, my follower.

A wave of emotion sweeps over her, even as she orgasms as her breasts are tenderly caressed, tips of tentacles brushing against her nipples like electric shocks.

The Charity Queen. Made her. Or saved her. Either way, everything she's feeling right now... Is thanks to her. Of course she'll carry these eggs. Of course she'll do what she can to be kind, and generous, and help others. The joy of helping another is something she's already felt, and it should be even better if she helps more complicated sorts of people than the tentacles here, deep in the pit.

She pushes away from the breeding pit, promising to put the new spawn somewhere safe once they're ready, and begins searching in earnest for the surface. A determined search up and up and up, running and leaping with great agility, rather than the previous gentle amble in a vaguely up-ish direction.

The eggs take a dozen sleeps to fully mature, and they start bothering her more and more as they do, but she tolerates it with good grace, finding a relatively bare chamber for them to grow in when they're finally ready, and letting the newborn tentacles feed on her pleasure once they're birthed, for a bit. A good start, but she has to move on.

Eventually, she does reach the surface.

It's..... Pink. No more red, just pink. It's dryer here, and colder. She shivers uncomfortably. But at least the terrain is still familiar, one giant mass of tentacled flesh, stretching as far as she can see. Except in the direction of 'up', where there's - nothing? The sky. Right. It's super far away, and so huge! Millions of times as wide as her pit friend, at least. Wow. What an amazing concept. She basks in the shock, trying to take in the sheer scale of the sky. There's a burning bright ball up there, illuminating everything in light that was blinding for a moment, at first. It hurts a bit to stare directly at it, and she can't see as well right after she does that, which is kind of alarming! Luckily, it goes away pretty quick, just like the scratches the pit gave her sometimes.

Summoning her bravery and leaning on her danger-sense to reassure herself, she starts exploring the surface world of the Pink.