A sequel to Ori and the will of the wisps. It is recommended to play through the game first to fully understand the elements of this story.

If you did,
welcome to a special version of my heart project "Ori and the eternal vessel"
The word special means that I include fetish - related content that is not reasonable for the original version. Note that these scenes still will be edited by myself. The original plot will be edited by a native English speaking person, so it will flow way better in the future.

The big question is: What kind of fetish based content? If you like cute characters, having their natural needs and relieve themselves or struggle in desperation, when they can´t, then these scenes will be something for you. I also include some other extras, such as shame.

But please don´t expect that every chapter or scene will have such content. It must feel natural and fitting to the current plot. For example, I didn´t change anything in the first chapter, because it simply doesn´t fit.

Scary and gloomy scenes will also be more detailed, but I will warn for them in a disclaimer

I hope you enjoy this decorated version of my story.

...And of course, Ori, Naru, Gumo etc...as well as the whole universe belongs to Moon Studios and Microsoft.

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Life Began Anew

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A soothing sound rang through the forest as the wind blew through the gently moving treetops. The calmest night of the year, most every being slept under the soft iridescent light of the moon. All except for one, who was opening his eyes for the very first time.

"When he woke up in the wild…"

The comfortable living wood beneath him made for his very first experience in the world, made all the more magical with the soft illumination of blueish light his body radiated.

"…Softly placed on a high branch…"

The being begun to test his limbs, feeling his arms and legs, as well as the warm blood that made its way through them. He could sense every little muscle, even the tiny ones at the top of his thin tail. After verifying his new body, he got up slowly and cautiously. Carefully, he attuned his long ears to the environment, hearing every sound present. Hearing the wind brush through the leaves of the trees surrounding him, feeling the wind reach his fur and cool his face, move his ears with a gentle push, and reveal to him his favorite sound so far: a calming rustle in the quiet chirping of thousands of crickets covering almost every corner of the forest.

"…He beheld the forest with the eyes of a child…"

As he looked to his side, towards the origin of the branch he sat upon, a bluish, shiny flower, larger than his entire body jumped into his sight and curiosity quickly got the better of him. The flower moved in a very strange, almost otherworldly way, like moving slime. The danger the flower posed was overwhelming, but he dared to touch one of its petals softly. Almost immediately, he flinched as the flower emitted a clear tone and briefly flashed brighter. Startled at first, his fears quickly subsided as his curiosity only became greater, and he touched the flower again, more forcefully this time. Another tone chimed out of the flower, coupled with a stronger flash. His already large eyes grew even larger, and he began to play with the flower. He giggled, the flower felt strange, particularly in how his paws sprang off the plant every time they made contact. After messing about with his newfound toy, he saw a silver light shining through the tree's leaves above him, out of reach. Curious about another new thing, he wondered if he could jump on the flower and get a boost in order to reach the light. The flower did repel his paws, after all. It was worth a try. He bent his knees and started to jump. The speed as he zoomed in the air took his breath for a second, and his belly tingled inside. It threw him higher than he guessed, and he very quickly became too high for his own liking. He saw a spot to land on, but he hadn't yet learned to land with his tiny hooves from this height. A muffled thud and a quick, painful whimper rang out as he fell down onto the highest branch of the tree. When he got up and saw what awaited him there, however, he quickly forgot his pain, thrilled by the view. The full moon above glowed bright and illuminated every leaf.

"…He did not know who or where he was…"

He saw a group of fireflies floating above a wide meadow.

"…Who was his father…"

He observed the gigantic landscape before him in awe, its beauty reflecting off his eyes.

"…But he had the goal…"

Despite this beauty, the being showed sorrow. Something was missing.

"…To search for his mother…"

The little spirit called out into the unknown with a soft, childish voice. Three times he took a full breath and let out a lonely cry, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear it and respond. Sadly, nobody answered his call. His ears drooped, and he eventually gave up. He was alone. However, right as he was close to tears and wanted to sink down into a sob, the majestic, mighty top of the largest tree, growing right in the center of the picturesque landscape caught his attention. It shone with a warm, orange tone, the source of which was a spherical light ball that crowned the center of the tree. He felt this to be his intended destination, and his long ears pricked up again. However, the color somehow looked delicious. His stomach growled, he himself only just realizing his hunger. There just had to be something to eat nearby. Something that had the exact same color of this life-giving light. He could already smell his quarry. He stuck out his fine, little nose and followed that delectable, juicy fragrance right to the source. It lead him to the branch that now sat right in front of him, where wonderful orange fruits grew. His mouth began to water as he caught sight of them. The little spirit picked a few of them, and used his arms as a basket to carry them to somewhere more comfortable. There, he sat down to enjoy them. He curiously observed the first one from every angle. Satisfied in its appearance, he then took a bite. It was so soft that his tooth went right through it with hardly any resistance. His little tongue almost tingled, it was so juicy. The fruit was utterly satisfying. The little spirit wondered why the taste was so familiar to him, even though he had never eaten or even seen them before. The strongest effect the fruit had, however, was a picture that appeared in his mind as he finished them. A picture of the kindest face he had ever seen. A white colored face, smiling like the moon. Her big, chubby body was covered with a long, dark-blueish fur. Of course, he did not know why the picture showed up in his mind, nor did he know who the person was. Even as such, her appearance warmed his heart.

"…But soon my word would reach his soul…"

After enjoying his food, he stood up and looked around. A moth flew through the darkness of night, and was interested in his blueish light. It landed directly on his nose, and rested there. The little spirit froze, interested in the moth resting its wings on his nose. The tiny legs of the insect began to tickle his nose, however, and he sneezed. When the surface where the moth sat was not safe anymore, the moth flew away. As his eyes followed its path curiously, he spotted a big lake a few meters away from the tree he had claimed as his destination. When he saw the surface, glittering in the bright moonlight, he couldn't help becoming a little thirsty. Resolving to get there through the treetops, he continued for a while until he found himself carefully hanging on to a thin branch that he could barely grab. As he hung there, he realized that his short-term plan did not include an idea on how to continue. There was no floor beneath him, instead it looked like hundreds of meters going down. His heart began to beat heavily. The only chance he had to continue was to swing to the branch to branch until he was able to reach the ground and continue to the lake through more traditional methods. The fear of falling was overwhelming, but he eventually gathered all his courage and began to swing back and forth. When he was sure that he had built up enough momentum, he let go of the branch he was on and flew through the air. There, he grabbed the next one, but his paws were shivering too much from fear to hold on, and he slipped off. His heart skipped a beat out of fright, and he made several desperate attempts to grab anything, eventually grabbing another thin limb. However, when he shifted his weight to the branch, it broke and he fell even further. His breath stopped. He narrowed his eyes in effort as he desperately clawed the massive tree trunk next to him in an attempt to arrest his fall. It wasn't a complete success, and he landed slightly hard, but it was far better than the alternative of landing heavily on his butt. The pain wasn't bad, but before he could pick himself up and continue on his way, the thin limb from earlier fell onto his head with a crack. While it hurt, he was able to rub away the pain and open his eyes again. He sighed, relieved that nothing worse had happened. The little spirit got up, patted his fur back down, and made his way to the lake.

As he approached the lake and saw the surface up close, he instinctively formed his paws into a tiny bucket and drank. The fresh water was pleasantly cold in his mouth, and it quenched his thirst as he gulped down five or ten gallons. His light illuminated the water as he drank, and his curiosity from earlier came back, wondering if he could enter its surface. Not one to resist his curiosity, he dove in. The water felt cool on his body, and he enjoyed its beauty. The most fascinating part was how he filled the lake and its residents with his bluish light. A couple fishes with shiny scales were lured in his direction. Some were bigger than him, however, they did not seem dangerous. This landscape differentiated completely from the forest. The surface was like a portal into another world, a very beautiful one. Unfortunately, he had not yet learned that water was not breathable. The water burned in his lungs, and he quickly searched for a way out. He went to the surface as fast as he could, and crawled back to land. Upon reaching the land, a violent coughing attack overtook him as he spit the water out that he had just accidentally breathed in. As the last drip of the unwelcoming burning liquid left him, he gasped for air, supporting himself with his arms. After that unpleasant experience, he looked back to the lake behind him. He was curious as to what else he could find in the depths. If he held his breath, the water couldn't hurt him. The little spirit took another try at exploring the underwater world and jumped into the water. However, his body screamed for air just as he entered its surface, and he again was forced out of the water. He had no chance to explore the world that was so different.

Eventually, he remembered where he actually wanted to go before being distracted: that giant, glowing tree in the center of the forest. He did not know why, but it somehow attracted him like it had a magical aura. Motivated, he took confident steps toward his destination. Where was it? Which direction? Normally, these questions would be serious problems to those who were trying to get somewhere, but the little spirit just followed his heart, his feelings telling him he was going to arrive. On his way, the forest was so quiet that he could almost hear his own breath as he strolled through the ethereal landscape. The trees looked like they grew all the way to the clouds. He took his time and walked extra slowly, just so that he could enjoy every impression that the forest had to offer. Glowing plants hung like little light bulbs all along the branches. Some of the plants were blue, some were yellow-colored and softly shook in the wind. Green-flashing grass grew in almost every direction, and was even able to develop large tufts on the underside of cliffs and overhangs. The little spirit was truly amazed by these beautiful, majestic lifeforms, and observed them with his big eyes.

While with all that beauty that disclosed solely to him, good moments don't last forever. The little spirit heard a loud, proud shriek in the air. Someone, or something, had heard his call from before and was rapidly approaching with its response. The sky quaked when a strong creature hissed through the night with its ground-shaking wing beats. As he looked up into the air, his heart stopped as he saw that creature's appearance: a giant, jet-black owl, larger than several of the trees surrounding him, and equipped with razor sharp talons on the ends of its feet. His weak body involuntarily began to shiver, and that was when he knew that he needed to run. The big creature came closer, and he reacted by beginning to sprint as fast as he could in the other direction, driven only by pure adrenaline. The giant owl followed his blueish light with curiosity of its own and a screech of excitement. It was hopeless to try and escape from her, as his light revealed him every time he almost managed to lose her. Seeing that running was pointless, he tried a different tact, and burrowed into the dirt beneath him, with a skill level belying his age. He was very lucky that the dirt was soft enough to dig through so quickly. Burrowed himself beneath the sand, he tried to hold his breath and calm down in order to hide. His heart felt like it was beating a hundred times every second. It was nearly too difficult to stop breathing when his body was in survival mode. The owl landed with a loud thud right next to him, but she didn´t see his light anymore. Eventually, she gave up on her search and vanished to the sky with a powerful wing beat. After the danger passed, he crawled out of his pit, gasping for air noisily. His breathing was as deep as it could be. Finally, his body calmed down again, and he patted the sand out of his fur. He shook his head a bit to clear his mind. However, even if it was dangerous, the adventure with the owl had rushed him all the way to his target destination.

A soft, orange light was glowing out of a couple of holes from within the massive trunk, and thousands of warm-colored, flashing growths hung from its top. It was truly a wonderful scene.

As he moved closer to the tree, he felt a strange feeling in his belly. It was like a strong memory from something he actually never lived through in this short time he was alive, a sense of déjà-vu. He felt as if life was flowing out of his body with his cells dissolving in the air. It wasn´t painful, and it was only in his mind. He simply observed this thought and accepted it, even if it was anything but a usual memory.

"Brave child, you managed to find me, completely on your own. Come closer. I need to talk with you."

Without even a thought about the fact that a tree was talking to him, he sat down in front of it in some sort of praying position. His paws merged together in front of his chest, and he closed his eyes.

"Listen my child. As I carefully stored his soul until my first leaf of light was ready to fall, I blessed you, my first own son, with the name of the hero that once went forth and saved this land, having gifted me his own life in the end. He was the light that illuminated the darkness, the happiness that healed depression, and the hope when everything seemed to be lost."

"His name was Ori."

Ori… This name echoed like a sound in the deepest recesses of his mind. However, he embraced it gratefully and branded the beautiful word deep in his head.

"As it once was my name as his sacred place of rest, I relay it now to you, my child."

"You will have brothers and sisters, a family of light to protect the forest as he once did. Now go. Live through the childhood that he was never able to take delight in. Give his soul the rest it deserves."

Eventually, the tree finished his speech to his first son, and the little spirit bowed in pure reverence to him. Unsure of what to do now, the spirit began to contemplate what to do next. His strongest desire now was to find that person who somehow showed up in his mind, but he didn't have the foggiest idea of how he might do that. It was now that he had no further goals that his skin suddenly began to itch. Some grains of sand were still stuck in his glowing fur. He shook his head, but the itch was too strong for him to put it off. There had to be something around here to wash it off. Looking around, he eventually found a big waterfall, its water splashing upon a rock and from there flowing into a broad river. Slowly, he drew closer and reached out for the water. Immediately, he pulled back his paw when the veins in that extremity closed almost instantly. He psyched himself up and took another try, but suddenly it didn´t feel painful anymore. Almost pleasant, even. He climbed up to the rock and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the fresh shower washing his fur. The cold somehow calmed his mind. He reflexively sat down and began to meditate beneath the icy water. He felt like his tree father now, simply observing what was happening. He didn´t feel cold, he merely felt the strong force of nature hugging him tight. It really fascinated him.

His focus was so sharp right now that he could sense a lovable presence nearby, observing him. It felt…familiar. He opened his eyes and couldn´t trust them right away. A dark-blueish creature with a white-colored face smiled at him like the moon, and warmed his heart.

"Hey little one," She said with a kind voice. "Come out of the water. You'll catch a cold, my child." She came closer to him and stretched out her arms. He was only one layer above her. "You can trust me. I will catch you." He hesitated at first, but eventually he jumped right into her tender arms. It was a sensation he needed right now. The lovely hug from a mother. "My dear, you must be so cold. Did you want to wash yourself?" He merely nodded slightly. "But the water was so icy. Didn´t you freeze?" She used her big hands like a towel and rubbed all over his glowing fur. He looked like a smaller version of the stars in the sky. She gently picked him up and laid him into her arms like a cradle. "You remind me of someone." He did not know how to answer, so he softly nudged her nose. "Hey that tingles!" She laughed. "You are such a funny little thing. Do you have a name?"

"…Ori…" Was the first word that came out of his little mouth.

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