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", "writing": "[right][q][b]Cover art AI generated using open source Stable Diffusion.[/b]\nPrompt: muscular, green skin, forest goddess, huge, commission, sunbeams, leaves, perfect, modern -S 3484554332[/q][/right]\n\n\nI’m pretty excited for this family trip. More excited than any teenage fox boy ever really should be just for a long camping trip out in the woods. But, you know, I’ve always really liked being in the woods ... even when I was really young, before I started seeing them.\n\nThe Dryads. Tree spirits. Most people don’t even believe they exist, even though they definitely do. I guess that’s because most people can’t see them. And even most of the special few people who [I]can[/I] see them will only see them as ghostly little wisps that might be mistaken for a trick of the light filtering down through the branches. But not me. Maybe it’s because I liked the forest and the trees so much when I was just a young kit, or maybe it’s only because I’m lucky ... I can see them easily, and not as insubstantial little wisps, but as real live flesh-and-blood girls. For some reason, they’re always girls.\n\nMy friends back home think I’m weird for spending so much time in the woods. But you’d want to spend time in the woods too ... if the woods were filled with pretty, green naked girls. As I bet you can imagine, that’s how I lost my virginity. With a tree. Sounds weird, I know. But she was a really [I]hot[/I] tree. She was a tall and elegant poplar. And as I’ve found out, poplars are always kind of vain, which means they [I]love[/I] to be flattered.\n\nAnd over time I became familiar – [I]very[/I] familiar – with [I]all[/I] the different kinds of trees in the little forest near my house. Fir trees like to be aloof and play hard to get, but once you finally get to know them, they give [I]really[/I] great blowjobs. Chestnuts are really shy and demure, so it’s hard to get close to one ... but it means they’ll basically do anything you ask without arguing about it. I usually try to stay away from elms these days, because every one I’ve ever been with has been some really great and enthusiastic sex ... but then they get really over-attached. Nothing compared to pines, though – pine trees get [I]so[/I] clingy and jealous! They’ll complain [I]so[/I] much if I so much as [I]look[/I] at another dryad. My favorites now are probably the oaks. They’re pretty distractable, always flitting from one thing to another, but sometimes that thing is [I]me[/I]. And unlike the other dryad kinds, oaks tend to actually have some curves to them. Still not [I]a lot[/I], you know. It seems pretty universal that dryads are skinny, flowy girls. I like thin girls well enough, sure, and of course I don’t mind their leafy-feeling green skin. But sometimes I just want some titties, you know? Or a nice big round booty to grab.\n\nAs much fun as I’ve been having with the dryads in my local woods – and I’ve been messing around with them[I] a lot[/I] – that’s the one thing I feel like I’ve been missing out on, the one thing that real furry girls have that I need. At least the oaks are[I] kind of[/I] substantial. They at least have enough breasts to squeeze a little, and even a bit of cleavage if their tits are pressed together ... but still only a[I] bit[/I].\n\nThat’s why I’m so excited for our family trip out west, to California. I’ll probably get to meet some whole new kinds of trees! Even if they’re all still thin waifs, at least they’ll be new and interesting thin waifs...\n\n[center]🌲 🌲 🌲[/center]\n\nFinally, [I]finally[/I], I’ve gotten a chance to slip away from my family. These huge redwood trees are [I]amazing![/I] But I know most dryads are pretty skittish around large groups of people, so I’ll probably have to get pretty far off of the main hiking trail before I see any. And [I]then[/I] I’ll have to try and track them down and get to know them ... hopefully get to know them well enough to see some action! But that’s going to take time, of course, and I [I]do[/I] need to get back to the car before my family is done with their hike, though. So I’m not sure if I’ll really have enough time to—\n\nSomething yanks me by the collar of my shirt! It throws me backward, thudding me against the bole of a huge redwood tree.\n\nI look up, stunned. And there one is – a dryad, already! And not like any other I’ve ever seen. She’s [I]huge[/I], towering over me, almost twice as tall. Her leaf-green skin bulges obscenely with muscles. Each of her breasts is the size of my head! All I can do is stare up at her, my mouth gaping.\n\nShe grins back down. “Take those pants off, pretty boy.”\n\n[I]What?[/I] It’s rare for dryads to speak at all. I’ve [I]never[/I] heard one talk to me like [I]that[/I]. With such ... such [I]authority[/I] in her voice...\n\nWhen she sees me hesitating, she just takes matters into her own hands. Literally. She gets down on her woody knees – she’s still taller than me, even on her knees – and she grabs the front of my pants. Not bothering with buttons or zippers, she just [I]pulls[/I]. The massive muscles in her arms flex, and my pants [I]tear[/I] open like they’re made of nothing but paper.\n\nShe yanks my underwear down just as quickly, exposing my sheath and balls. “What, are you shy, little boy?” she asks with a frown and a little huff.\n\nI sputter. “It’s, um, it’s just so fast ... I didn’t...”\n\nSuddenly, she presses herself against me, squeezing me between herself and the tree. Her huge, gorgeous, [I]amazing[/I] tits sandwich my face, pressing firmly on either side. “Go on, play with them.” I can feel the deep vibration of her speech through her chest. Her hand cups my balls and rubs them. “Let’s get that little cock of yours out.”\n\nApparently [I]already[/I] fed up with my reluctance, she uses her other hand to grab mine and lifts it up to touch the side of her tit, next to my face. Once I feel the huge soft curve of it filling my hand, my other hand comes up all on its own.\n\n“[I]There[/I] you go, little foxy. Give ‘em a squeeze. Knock yourself out. You won’t hurt me.”\n\nEven though my hands are trembling like crazy, I [I]do[/I] squeeze her. Oh yiff ... [I]so[/I] soft and plush! And when I squeeze them from the outside, the press even more into my face. So [I]this[/I] is what boobs feel like – [I]real[/I] boobs, not just the little bumps I’m used to. Oh wow ... I could just sink my fingers into these soft, warm titties for [I]days[/I]...\n\nThe redwood dryad, though, has other plans for me. “[I]That’s[/I] it,” she says, sliding her hand up from my balls to stroke across my emerging dick. I shudder at her touch, experiencing the first little tingles of real sexual pleasure. And quicker than I think I’ve [I]ever[/I] gotten hard before, her surprisingly gentle teasing brings my dick up and out of its sheath like magic.\n\nShe lifts herself up, just slightly, into kind of a squatting position, which her [I]huge[/I] thigh muscles have no problem supporting. That lifts her tits away from my face, but I still reach up and touch them, [I]fascinated[/I] with them.\n\nBut then her hand goes from stroking to grabbing. She pulls it toward herself. I can already feel a bit of hot wetness against my tip.\n\nI look up at her. Well, up at her chest, anyway. “I, um... Don’t you, uh, want to know my name or anything first?”\n\n“I don’t want your name, little fox. [I]I want your cock[/I].” With that, she plunges down on me all at once, pinning me against the tree.\n\nInstantly, my cock goes [I]all[/I] the way inside her. I gasp. [I]So[/I] warm! And surprisingly tight for how huge she is. It’s like her pussy is squeezing me with the same well-toned muscles as the rest of her body.\n\nShe doesn’t wait for me to move, instead rolling her hips against me, as if she’s the one fucking me. All I can do is tentatively touch her amazing body as she has her way with me, not sure if I even still have permission to.\n\nNot that [I]permission[/I] really seems like such a big deal to her, anyway. “You’re so [I]tiny[/I],” she grunts as she repeatedly smashes my pelvis.\n\n“Uh ... sorry?”\n\n“Don’t care ... still feels good ... been [I]so[/I] long...” Her breaths are growing shorter and faster now, her bountiful chest heaving under my hands. She’s pushing [I]so[/I] hard against me. It feels [I]amazing[/I] ... but I wonder if I’ll end up having bruises just above my tail where she keeps pressing me so hard against the tree.\n\nUnfortunately, though, she’s not the only one ending a bit of a dry spell. It’s been [I]days[/I] for me, [I]days[/I] since I was last able to sneak away from my family and have a little fun alone in the forest. Not since we came to California. My knot’s already swelling! With most dryad girls, that would be a problem, and it would mean they couldn’t take my cock all the way down to the base anymore. Not [I]this[/I] dryad, though. She’s able to take the thick swelling at the base of my shaft [I]no problem[/I], gleefully ramming it in and out of herself like it’s nothing at all to her.\n\nAnd that’s what does me in. [I]Way[/I] too early, but nobody’s ever taken my knot before. It feels [I]so[/I] much better this way! Like I’m [I]finally[/I] all the way to completion. And before I know it, I can’t hold myself back from that [I]completion[/I] anymore.\n\nWith a surprisingly pitiful sounding little moan, I shudder and cum inside her, spurting out wildly. But she doesn’t stop moving in the slightest, and she doesn’t let [I]me[/I] move, either. She holds me down with her powerful arms as she continues to fuck me, straight through my orgasm. Cum leaks and splatters out of her and onto my torn pants, but she [I]still[/I] doesn’t stop.\n\nOversensitized, I try to squirm away, but she [I]just keeps going[/I]. She’s using my stiffly knotted dick against me, using its remaining hardness to keep going, even though I [I]desperately[/I] want to stop and take a little rest.\n\nFinally, my dick starts retreating back into my sheath ... [I]much[/I] faster than usual. All this stimulation when I’m already overstimulated is almost painful, and maybe that’s what made my erection go away so quickly.\n\n[I]Too[/I] quickly for her tastes. “Make it come back!” she yells as it slips out of her. “I’m not done!”\n\nI shrug my shoulders helplessly. Nothing I can do...\n\nShe roughly grabs what little of my cock is still sticking outside of my sheath. “No! Make it come back out!”\n\nA deep voice somewhere behind me chuckles. “Oh Cembra, you know better than that. You always [I]were[/I] an impetuous little one.”\n\nI look up ... and there she is, an even [I]bigger[/I] dryad. Legs like tree trunks ... if tree trunks were made of smooth, nicely shaped muscle. Dryad nectar already drizzles down from her luscious pussy lips. Abs that look like they’re carved from green marble. [I]Giant[/I] tits, even relative to the size of her body. Arms that would make a bodybuilder jealous. And an anticipatory smirk on her face, like she already knows [I]exactly[/I] what she’s going to do with me.\n\nThe first Dryad – Cembra, I guess? – looks up at the new one with a scowl. “Back off, Abelia! I saw him first. He’s mine!”\n\n“Yours? You don’t even know how to handle him, little one.”\n\n[I]Little one?[/I] Well, yeah, I guess she’s little compared to Abelia here ... but she’s still [I]huge[/I] compared to me! And it still just boggles my mind to see dryads acting this way. It was [I]very[/I] rare that I’d ever even gotten a dryad to tell me her name before. And I’d usually have to pursue them, chase them, find them, all before even getting a chance to really [I]talk[/I] to one, much less do anything else...\n\n“Get up, Cembra, you’re embarrassing yourself.” The new dryad grabs Cembra by her hair and pulls her up off of me. “Sit on his face if you want. I’ll show you how it’s [I]really[/I] done.”\n\nCembra seems to think that’s a [I]great[/I] idea. She roughly pulls me down to the needle-strewn ground, then squats down and plants her crotch right down on my muzzle. She’s dripping, both with dryad nectar and my own cum. But I don’t really have much of a choice about what to do when she starts rubbing herself back and forth across my lips. I pretty much have to start licking her, right? Normally, dryad nectar is sweet like honeysuckle candy. Normally, I have to beg for a chance to taste it, despite their objections about how nobody would ever want to lick them there. Not now, though. I can’t really say that my cum has improved her flavor any. The heat and the smell is overwhelming.\n\nNot nearly as overwhelming as what I suddenly feel down below, though. Out of nowhere, my whole crotch is bathed in warm, suckling wetness. Not just my balls, but everything from my ass to my sheath! I would gasp if I could, but I can already barely breathe underneath Cembra as it is.\n\nIt takes me a minute to even process what’s happening to me. All I can see is Cembra’s ass, after all, so I’m going only by feel. It’s got to be Abelia, sucking on me like I’ve never experienced before. Dryads are normally very delicate about that kind of thing, giving tentative little licks and [I]maybe[/I] taking me inside their mouths a little. It’s very rare I can convince one to pay any attention to my balls at all. They seem to think it’s too dirty or demeaning or something. Not Abelia. She’s taking [I]everything[/I] in her mouth, all at once, all the way in. And she’s [I]good[/I] at it! I shudder against the ground as I feel her tongue playing with my balls while still inside her mouth.\n\nAnd ... yeah. It doesn’t take long for my cock to start coming back out. I’ve never gone again so soon before ... but then again, I’ve never met dryads like these before!\n\nTo my surprise, Abelia doesn’t stop what she’s doing as my cock comes back out – not in the slightest. It doesn’t seem to bother her at all when my cock grows inside her mouth. She just keeps on going as it slips deeper. All the way until I’m [I]totally[/I] hard again, before she pulls off of me with a very satisfied-sounding gasp.\n\n“Ooh! He’s ready again!” Cembra says. Her pussy gushes against my face in her excitement. But before she can get off off me, I feel something [I]else[/I] sliding down over my cock.\n\nAbelia moans deeply. “[I]Mmm...[/I] Not very big, but it still feels nice...”\n\n“Hey!” Cembra shouts. “That’s mine!”\n\n“Really? Because [I]I’m[/I] the one who sucked him hard again. You’ll just have to ride his face, little one.”\n\nThey – of course – didn’t ask for [I]my[/I] opinion about any of this. What am I, just a slab of meat to them? But then ... oh yiff. It suddenly makes me realize that the way they’re treating me me has a lot in common with the way I treated the shy dryads back home. I was only after [I]them[/I] for sex too, wasn’t I?\n\nMy moment of revelatory introspection is suddenly interrupted by Cembra’s strong hands around my throat. “You better lick me good, little fox!” she says, grinding her pussy against my face even harder.\n\nOkay. Maybe not [I]quite[/I] the same. As bad as I might be sometimes, at least I’ve never done anything like [I]that[/I] to the dryads back home! But still ... I’d better do what she said! Her hands on my throat are [I]tight[/I], and it’s already hard enough for me to breathe underneath her like this. So I put everything I’ve got into licking her sticky-sweet – and slightly salty – folds. Sure seems to be working, judging from the sounds she makes and how her thighs tense up on either side of my head.\n\nAt the same time, Abelia’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow. She’s pounding my hips against the forest floor, grinding the pine needles and stuff into my fur. Her surprisingly tight pussy milks my cock perfectly, as if she’s deliberately [I]trying[/I] to pull my cum into her. Even so soon after Cembra, I still don’t know if I’ll be able to last long. I’ve never been used like this. Most dryads wouldn’t even be bold enough to get on top of me unless I begged for it...\n\nAs Cembra gets worked up harder and harder on my muzzle, I start to focus more and more on her clit. It doesn’t help. At least it doesn’t help [I]me[/I]. The more excited she gets, the tighter she squeezes my throat! I’m already starting to feel a little woozy. But I keep going doggedly, lapping at her protruding clit as good as I can. Surely she’ll let go of my neck as soon as she—\n\n“Oh [I]fuck![/I] Fuck yes!” Cembra slams herself down on my face so hard that my muzzle actually gets shoved slightly [I]inside[/I] her ... just in time for a deluge of dryad nectar forcing its way out of her. I feel like I’m drowning in it, I feel like she’s pumping it down my throat ... except I can’t swallow it because she’s squeezing so damn tight! Her screams echo through the whole forest. Surely everyone – even people who aren’t sensitive to dryads – can hear [I]that![/I]\n\nThankfully, the force of her orgasm finally overwhelms her. She falls over, her whole body still convulsing, her pussy still squirting and spraying her sticky juices all over me and Abelia. But the important part, the only part I care about in that moment, is that she finally let go of my neck! I quickly swallow down the dryad nectar she’d forced into my throat, not even worrying about the traces of my own cum mixed in, only wanting ... yes! Blissful breaths of clear air, only [I]slightly[/I] tinged with the earthy musk of aroused dryads. It’s the sweetest ambrosia I can imagine in that moment.\n\n“Was it good?”\n\nSlowly, I realize that Abelia has stopped moving, though I’m still inside of her. I carefully wipe Cembra’s nectar away from my eyes and look up at Abelia. [I]Way[/I] up. “Um, yeah, I guess...”\n\n“Not talking to [I]you[/I], fox boy.” Abelia rolls her eyes. “How was he, Cembra?”\n\nCembra laughs a little. One of her meaty thighs comes down against the ground just above my head. “[I]So[/I] good.” She pants for breath a little. “Needed that...”\n\n“Mmm... Maybe I’ll take a taste of it myself. [I]After[/I] I’m done with this.” Suddenly, Abelia starts grinding herself against my crotch again.\n\nOh yiff... That feels even [I]better[/I] than the pounding she was doing before! Especially now that I can really pay attention to how her slick inner walls feel as the slide against my shaft. And I can [I]see[/I] her. Oh wow... Dryads don’t have quite the same anatomy as everybody else. They’re not as symmetrical. Their muscles aren’t in quite the same places. And that’s especially obvious when their muscles are as well-defined as Abelia’s! But she’s still beautiful, incredible ... magnificent. My hands shaking a little, I hesitantly reach up and touch her rippling thighs, just below her wide hips.\n\nShe licks her lips, looking down at me. “You want to touch, little fox? Don’t be shy.”\n\nWhy [I]am[/I] I being so shy? I sure never was with the dryads back home – if I’d been shy like this with them, nothing would have ever happened. Trying to be a little bolder, I slide my hands upward along her leafy-firm body, up to her waist, to the gloriously rippled muscles of her abs.\n\nAnd ... that’s as far as I can reach. She’s just so [I]big![/I] From down here on the ground, I can’t even reach high enough to touch her huge green tits. It’s not even close.\n\nShe seems to understand, though. Leaning forward, her shadow looming over me, she comes closer. And finally, I can touch them! They’re ... they’re so huge, so firm! My fingers can only sink a little way into her softness before meeting firm resistance within. Her nipples – each as big and thick as my thumbs – press outward, hard as tree bark. I’ve never before imagined boobs could be this big[I] and[/I] this firm and perky. It’s, it’s...\n\n“I gave you what you want.” Abelia rolls her hips against me. “Now give me what[I] I[/I] want, before I just [I]take it[/I].”\n\nI have to guess what she wants? Well ... I suppose that’s not really a mystery, now is it? She’s already lifted her hips up just slightly as she leaned forward, giving me a little room to move underneath her.\n\nSo I make the best of it. Pressing against the ground with my legs, I hump upward, pumping my cock up inside Abelia’s wet and waiting pussy, quickly working up to the point where I’m going as fast and as hard as I can, until I’m grabbing her titties for grip and leverage as much as I am just for enjoyment.\n\nAnd she’s just eating it up! Her pussy squeezes tightly around my bouncing cock. She moans and arches her back, turning her head up toward the forest canopy and letting her long brown hair stream behind her. I can tell from her breathing that she’s already starting to get close...\n\nBut I am too! My knot’s already swelling, and I feel the pressure building up. It’s ... it’s these massive tits in my hands! It’s the warm, heady feeling of her body squeezing my cock. It’s the strange new feeling of being wanted, being used, being [I]taken[/I]. Normally, my knot swelling would mean I couldn’t push as far inside anymore. The dryads back home had never been able to take my knot, no matter how hard I pushed. Abelia, though, could take it[I] no problem[/I]. It popped in and out of her with every thrust, splattering a bit of her dryad nectar against my crotch each time. Oh yiff, oh yiff, it felt so damn[I] good[/I] having my knot fully inside her...\n\nAbelia came first. Probably the best thing for my health and well-being. Who knows what would have happened if I came first and left her unsatisfied! With very little warning, she suddenly slams her hips back down against me, pinning me to the forest floor as her pussy convulses around my cock. Just like Cembra, she’s a squirter, pulsing out streams of dryad nectar until they pool on top of me and completely soak my fur.\n\nBut her pushing down against me means that my knot’s inside her and [I]staying[/I] inside her. Her entrance squeezes it over and over, just like I do when I’m jerking off and ready to finish. Damn it feels so good to have my knot squeezed!\n\nBefore Abelia’s orgasm is even over, I pop for the second time in a row. My cum squirting upwards feels like [I]nothing[/I] compared to the flood still coming down from Abelia’s pulsing pussy, but it still makes my whole body shiver. What little of my fur that isn’t already matted down is all sticking straight up as I experience the transcendent pleasure of cumming knot-deep inside of her.\n\nAs soon as her orgasm is over, Abelia lifts herself off of me. My knot comes out of her with an audible [I]pop[/I], followed by a thick stream of cum and dryad nectar. [I]I’m not even done yet![/I] The last few spurts of my cock fly up into air instead of into her as she gets up and shakes herself off.\n\n“Not bad,” she says, staring down at me with a grin. “Think you’ve got another round in ya, or should I try sitting on your face like Cembra?”\n\n[I]More?[/I] I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m still shaking from my second orgasm. I ... I can’t...\n\nVoices... Voices from somewhere back in the forest. Somebody is shouting. I can’t quite make out the words, but I’m pretty sure it’s my mom’s voice. She must be calling for me ... it must be time to go!\n\n“I ... 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I’m pretty excited for this family trip. More excited than any teenage fox boy ever really should be just for a long camping trip out in the woods. But, you know, I’ve always really liked being in the woods ... even when I was really young, before I started seeing them.

The Dryads. Tree spirits. Most people don’t even believe they exist, even though they definitely do. I guess that’s because most people can’t see them. And even most of the special few people who can see them will only see them as ghostly little wisps that might be mistaken for a trick of the light filtering down through the branches. But not me. Maybe it’s because I liked the forest and the trees so much when I was just a young kit, or maybe it’s only because I’m lucky ... I can see them easily, and not as insubstantial little wisps, but as real live flesh-and-blood girls. For some reason, they’re always girls.

My friends back home think I’m weird for spending so much time in the woods. But you’d want to spend time in the woods too ... if the woods were filled with pretty, green naked girls. As I bet you can imagine, that’s how I lost my virginity. With a tree. Sounds weird, I know. But she was a really hot tree. She was a tall and elegant poplar. And as I’ve found out, poplars are always kind of vain, which means they love to be flattered.

And over time I became familiar – very familiar – with all the different kinds of trees in the little forest near my house. Fir trees like to be aloof and play hard to get, but once you finally get to know them, they give really great blowjobs. Chestnuts are really shy and demure, so it’s hard to get close to one ... but it means they’ll basically do anything you ask without arguing about it. I usually try to stay away from elms these days, because every one I’ve ever been with has been some really great and enthusiastic sex ... but then they get really over-attached. Nothing compared to pines, though – pine trees get so clingy and jealous! They’ll complain so much if I so much as look at another dryad. My favorites now are probably the oaks. They’re pretty distractable, always flitting from one thing to another, but sometimes that thing is me. And unlike the other dryad kinds, oaks tend to actually have some curves to them. Still not a lot, you know. It seems pretty universal that dryads are skinny, flowy girls. I like thin girls well enough, sure, and of course I don’t mind their leafy-feeling green skin. But sometimes I just want some titties, you know? Or a nice big round booty to grab.

As much fun as I’ve been having with the dryads in my local woods – and I’ve been messing around with them a lot – that’s the one thing I feel like I’ve been missing out on, the one thing that real furry girls have that I need. At least the oaks are kind of substantial. They at least have enough breasts to squeeze a little, and even a bit of cleavage if their tits are pressed together ... but still only a bit.

That’s why I’m so excited for our family trip out west, to California. I’ll probably get to meet some whole new kinds of trees! Even if they’re all still thin waifs, at least they’ll be new and interesting thin waifs...

🌲 🌲 🌲


Finally, finally, I’ve gotten a chance to slip away from my family. These huge redwood trees are amazing! But I know most dryads are pretty skittish around large groups of people, so I’ll probably have to get pretty far off of the main hiking trail before I see any. And then I’ll have to try and track them down and get to know them ... hopefully get to know them well enough to see some action! But that’s going to take time, of course, and I do need to get back to the car before my family is done with their hike, though. So I’m not sure if I’ll really have enough time to—

Something yanks me by the collar of my shirt! It throws me backward, thudding me against the bole of a huge redwood tree.

I look up, stunned. And there one is – a dryad, already! And not like any other I’ve ever seen. She’s huge, towering over me, almost twice as tall. Her leaf-green skin bulges obscenely with muscles. Each of her breasts is the size of my head! All I can do is stare up at her, my mouth gaping.

She grins back down. “Take those pants off, pretty boy.”

What? It’s rare for dryads to speak at all. I’ve never heard one talk to me like that. With such ... such authority in her voice...

When she sees me hesitating, she just takes matters into her own hands. Literally. She gets down on her woody knees – she’s still taller than me, even on her knees – and she grabs the front of my pants. Not bothering with buttons or zippers, she just pulls. The massive muscles in her arms flex, and my pants tear open like they’re made of nothing but paper.

She yanks my underwear down just as quickly, exposing my sheath and balls. “What, are you shy, little boy?” she asks with a frown and a little huff.

I sputter. “It’s, um, it’s just so fast ... I didn’t...”

Suddenly, she presses herself against me, squeezing me between herself and the tree. Her huge, gorgeous, amazing tits sandwich my face, pressing firmly on either side. “Go on, play with them.” I can feel the deep vibration of her speech through her chest. Her hand cups my balls and rubs them. “Let’s get that little cock of yours out.”

Apparently already fed up with my reluctance, she uses her other hand to grab mine and lifts it up to touch the side of her tit, next to my face. Once I feel the huge soft curve of it filling my hand, my other hand comes up all on its own.

“There you go, little foxy. Give ‘em a squeeze. Knock yourself out. You won’t hurt me.”

Even though my hands are trembling like crazy, I do squeeze her. Oh yiff ... so soft and plush! And when I squeeze them from the outside, the press even more into my face. So this is what boobs feel like – real boobs, not just the little bumps I’m used to. Oh wow ... I could just sink my fingers into these soft, warm titties for days...

The redwood dryad, though, has other plans for me. “That’s it,” she says, sliding her hand up from my balls to stroke across my emerging dick. I shudder at her touch, experiencing the first little tingles of real sexual pleasure. And quicker than I think I’ve ever gotten hard before, her surprisingly gentle teasing brings my dick up and out of its sheath like magic.

She lifts herself up, just slightly, into kind of a squatting position, which her huge thigh muscles have no problem supporting. That lifts her tits away from my face, but I still reach up and touch them, fascinated with them.

But then her hand goes from stroking to grabbing. She pulls it toward herself. I can already feel a bit of hot wetness against my tip.

I look up at her. Well, up at her chest, anyway. “I, um... Don’t you, uh, want to know my name or anything first?”

“I don’t want your name, little fox. I want your cock.” With that, she plunges down on me all at once, pinning me against the tree.

Instantly, my cock goes all the way inside her. I gasp. So warm! And surprisingly tight for how huge she is. It’s like her pussy is squeezing me with the same well-toned muscles as the rest of her body.

She doesn’t wait for me to move, instead rolling her hips against me, as if she’s the one fucking me. All I can do is tentatively touch her amazing body as she has her way with me, not sure if I even still have permission to.

Not that permission really seems like such a big deal to her, anyway. “You’re so tiny,” she grunts as she repeatedly smashes my pelvis.

“Uh ... sorry?”

“Don’t care ... still feels good ... been so long...” Her breaths are growing shorter and faster now, her bountiful chest heaving under my hands. She’s pushing so hard against me. It feels amazing ... but I wonder if I’ll end up having bruises just above my tail where she keeps pressing me so hard against the tree.

Unfortunately, though, she’s not the only one ending a bit of a dry spell. It’s been days for me, days since I was last able to sneak away from my family and have a little fun alone in the forest. Not since we came to California. My knot’s already swelling! With most dryad girls, that would be a problem, and it would mean they couldn’t take my cock all the way down to the base anymore. Not this dryad, though. She’s able to take the thick swelling at the base of my shaft no problem, gleefully ramming it in and out of herself like it’s nothing at all to her.

And that’s what does me in. Way too early, but nobody’s ever taken my knot before. It feels so much better this way! Like I’m finally all the way to completion. And before I know it, I can’t hold myself back from that completion anymore.

With a surprisingly pitiful sounding little moan, I shudder and cum inside her, spurting out wildly. But she doesn’t stop moving in the slightest, and she doesn’t let me move, either. She holds me down with her powerful arms as she continues to fuck me, straight through my orgasm. Cum leaks and splatters out of her and onto my torn pants, but she still doesn’t stop.

Oversensitized, I try to squirm away, but she just keeps going. She’s using my stiffly knotted dick against me, using its remaining hardness to keep going, even though I desperately want to stop and take a little rest.

Finally, my dick starts retreating back into my sheath ... much faster than usual. All this stimulation when I’m already overstimulated is almost painful, and maybe that’s what made my erection go away so quickly.

Too quickly for her tastes. “Make it come back!” she yells as it slips out of her. “I’m not done!”

I shrug my shoulders helplessly. Nothing I can do...

She roughly grabs what little of my cock is still sticking outside of my sheath. “No! Make it come back out!”

A deep voice somewhere behind me chuckles. “Oh Cembra, you know better than that. You always were an impetuous little one.”

I look up ... and there she is, an even bigger dryad. Legs like tree trunks ... if tree trunks were made of smooth, nicely shaped muscle. Dryad nectar already drizzles down from her luscious pussy lips. Abs that look like they’re carved from green marble. Giant tits, even relative to the size of her body. Arms that would make a bodybuilder jealous. And an anticipatory smirk on her face, like she already knows exactly what she’s going to do with me.

The first Dryad – Cembra, I guess? – looks up at the new one with a scowl. “Back off, Abelia! I saw him first. He’s mine!”

“Yours? You don’t even know how to handle him, little one.”

Little one? Well, yeah, I guess she’s little compared to Abelia here ... but she’s still huge compared to me! And it still just boggles my mind to see dryads acting this way. It was very rare that I’d ever even gotten a dryad to tell me her name before. And I’d usually have to pursue them, chase them, find them, all before even getting a chance to really talk to one, much less do anything else...

“Get up, Cembra, you’re embarrassing yourself.” The new dryad grabs Cembra by her hair and pulls her up off of me. “Sit on his face if you want. I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

Cembra seems to think that’s a great idea. She roughly pulls me down to the needle-strewn ground, then squats down and plants her crotch right down on my muzzle. She’s dripping, both with dryad nectar and my own cum. But I don’t really have much of a choice about what to do when she starts rubbing herself back and forth across my lips. I pretty much have to start licking her, right? Normally, dryad nectar is sweet like honeysuckle candy. Normally, I have to beg for a chance to taste it, despite their objections about how nobody would ever want to lick them there. Not now, though. I can’t really say that my cum has improved her flavor any. The heat and the smell is overwhelming.

Not nearly as overwhelming as what I suddenly feel down below, though. Out of nowhere, my whole crotch is bathed in warm, suckling wetness. Not just my balls, but everything from my ass to my sheath! I would gasp if I could, but I can already barely breathe underneath Cembra as it is.

It takes me a minute to even process what’s happening to me. All I can see is Cembra’s ass, after all, so I’m going only by feel. It’s got to be Abelia, sucking on me like I’ve never experienced before. Dryads are normally very delicate about that kind of thing, giving tentative little licks and maybe taking me inside their mouths a little. It’s very rare I can convince one to pay any attention to my balls at all. They seem to think it’s too dirty or demeaning or something. Not Abelia. She’s taking everything in her mouth, all at once, all the way in. And she’s good at it! I shudder against the ground as I feel her tongue playing with my balls while still inside her mouth.

And ... yeah. It doesn’t take long for my cock to start coming back out. I’ve never gone again so soon before ... but then again, I’ve never met dryads like these before!

To my surprise, Abelia doesn’t stop what she’s doing as my cock comes back out – not in the slightest. It doesn’t seem to bother her at all when my cock grows inside her mouth. She just keeps on going as it slips deeper. All the way until I’m totally hard again, before she pulls off of me with a very satisfied-sounding gasp.

“Ooh! He’s ready again!” Cembra says. Her pussy gushes against my face in her excitement. But before she can get off off me, I feel something else sliding down over my cock.

Abelia moans deeply. “Mmm... Not very big, but it still feels nice...”

“Hey!” Cembra shouts. “That’s mine!”

“Really? Because I’m the one who sucked him hard again. You’ll just have to ride his face, little one.”

They – of course – didn’t ask for my opinion about any of this. What am I, just a slab of meat to them? But then ... oh yiff. It suddenly makes me realize that the way they’re treating me me has a lot in common with the way I treated the shy dryads back home. I was only after them for sex too, wasn’t I?

My moment of revelatory introspection is suddenly interrupted by Cembra’s strong hands around my throat. “You better lick me good, little fox!” she says, grinding her pussy against my face even harder.

Okay. Maybe not quite the same. As bad as I might be sometimes, at least I’ve never done anything like that to the dryads back home! But still ... I’d better do what she said! Her hands on my throat are tight, and it’s already hard enough for me to breathe underneath her like this. So I put everything I’ve got into licking her sticky-sweet – and slightly salty – folds. Sure seems to be working, judging from the sounds she makes and how her thighs tense up on either side of my head.

At the same time, Abelia’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow. She’s pounding my hips against the forest floor, grinding the pine needles and stuff into my fur. Her surprisingly tight pussy milks my cock perfectly, as if she’s deliberately trying to pull my cum into her. Even so soon after Cembra, I still don’t know if I’ll be able to last long. I’ve never been used like this. Most dryads wouldn’t even be bold enough to get on top of me unless I begged for it...

As Cembra gets worked up harder and harder on my muzzle, I start to focus more and more on her clit. It doesn’t help. At least it doesn’t help me. The more excited she gets, the tighter she squeezes my throat! I’m already starting to feel a little woozy. But I keep going doggedly, lapping at her protruding clit as good as I can. Surely she’ll let go of my neck as soon as she—

“Oh fuck! Fuck yes!” Cembra slams herself down on my face so hard that my muzzle actually gets shoved slightly inside her ... just in time for a deluge of dryad nectar forcing its way out of her. I feel like I’m drowning in it, I feel like she’s pumping it down my throat ... except I can’t swallow it because she’s squeezing so damn tight! Her screams echo through the whole forest. Surely everyone – even people who aren’t sensitive to dryads – can hear that!

Thankfully, the force of her orgasm finally overwhelms her. She falls over, her whole body still convulsing, her pussy still squirting and spraying her sticky juices all over me and Abelia. But the important part, the only part I care about in that moment, is that she finally let go of my neck! I quickly swallow down the dryad nectar she’d forced into my throat, not even worrying about the traces of my own cum mixed in, only wanting ... yes! Blissful breaths of clear air, only slightly tinged with the earthy musk of aroused dryads. It’s the sweetest ambrosia I can imagine in that moment.

“Was it good?”

Slowly, I realize that Abelia has stopped moving, though I’m still inside of her. I carefully wipe Cembra’s nectar away from my eyes and look up at Abelia. Way up. “Um, yeah, I guess...”

“Not talking to you, fox boy.” Abelia rolls her eyes. “How was he, Cembra?”

Cembra laughs a little. One of her meaty thighs comes down against the ground just above my head. “So good.” She pants for breath a little. “Needed that...”

“Mmm... Maybe I’ll take a taste of it myself. After I’m done with this.” Suddenly, Abelia starts grinding herself against my crotch again.

Oh yiff... That feels even better than the pounding she was doing before! Especially now that I can really pay attention to how her slick inner walls feel as the slide against my shaft. And I can see her. Oh wow... Dryads don’t have quite the same anatomy as everybody else. They’re not as symmetrical. Their muscles aren’t in quite the same places. And that’s especially obvious when their muscles are as well-defined as Abelia’s! But she’s still beautiful, incredible ... magnificent. My hands shaking a little, I hesitantly reach up and touch her rippling thighs, just below her wide hips.

She licks her lips, looking down at me. “You want to touch, little fox? Don’t be shy.”

Why am I being so shy? I sure never was with the dryads back home – if I’d been shy like this with them, nothing would have ever happened. Trying to be a little bolder, I slide my hands upward along her leafy-firm body, up to her waist, to the gloriously rippled muscles of her abs.

And ... that’s as far as I can reach. She’s just so big! From down here on the ground, I can’t even reach high enough to touch her huge green tits. It’s not even close.

She seems to understand, though. Leaning forward, her shadow looming over me, she comes closer. And finally, I can touch them! They’re ... they’re so huge, so firm! My fingers can only sink a little way into her softness before meeting firm resistance within. Her nipples – each as big and thick as my thumbs – press outward, hard as tree bark. I’ve never before imagined boobs could be this big and this firm and perky. It’s, it’s...

“I gave you what you want.” Abelia rolls her hips against me. “Now give me what I want, before I just take it.”

I have to guess what she wants? Well ... I suppose that’s not really a mystery, now is it? She’s already lifted her hips up just slightly as she leaned forward, giving me a little room to move underneath her.

So I make the best of it. Pressing against the ground with my legs, I hump upward, pumping my cock up inside Abelia’s wet and waiting pussy, quickly working up to the point where I’m going as fast and as hard as I can, until I’m grabbing her titties for grip and leverage as much as I am just for enjoyment.

And she’s just eating it up! Her pussy squeezes tightly around my bouncing cock. She moans and arches her back, turning her head up toward the forest canopy and letting her long brown hair stream behind her. I can tell from her breathing that she’s already starting to get close...

But I am too! My knot’s already swelling, and I feel the pressure building up. It’s ... it’s these massive tits in my hands! It’s the warm, heady feeling of her body squeezing my cock. It’s the strange new feeling of being wanted, being used, being taken. Normally, my knot swelling would mean I couldn’t push as far inside anymore. The dryads back home had never been able to take my knot, no matter how hard I pushed. Abelia, though, could take it no problem. It popped in and out of her with every thrust, splattering a bit of her dryad nectar against my crotch each time. Oh yiff, oh yiff, it felt so damn good having my knot fully inside her...

Abelia came first. Probably the best thing for my health and well-being. Who knows what would have happened if I came first and left her unsatisfied! With very little warning, she suddenly slams her hips back down against me, pinning me to the forest floor as her pussy convulses around my cock. Just like Cembra, she’s a squirter, pulsing out streams of dryad nectar until they pool on top of me and completely soak my fur.

But her pushing down against me means that my knot’s inside her and staying inside her. Her entrance squeezes it over and over, just like I do when I’m jerking off and ready to finish. Damn it feels so good to have my knot squeezed!

Before Abelia’s orgasm is even over, I pop for the second time in a row. My cum squirting upwards feels like nothing compared to the flood still coming down from Abelia’s pulsing pussy, but it still makes my whole body shiver. What little of my fur that isn’t already matted down is all sticking straight up as I experience the transcendent pleasure of cumming knot-deep inside of her.

As soon as her orgasm is over, Abelia lifts herself off of me. My knot comes out of her with an audible pop, followed by a thick stream of cum and dryad nectar. I’m not even done yet! The last few spurts of my cock fly up into air instead of into her as she gets up and shakes herself off.

“Not bad,” she says, staring down at me with a grin. “Think you’ve got another round in ya, or should I try sitting on your face like Cembra?”

More? I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m still shaking from my second orgasm. I ... I can’t...

Voices... Voices from somewhere back in the forest. Somebody is shouting. I can’t quite make out the words, but I’m pretty sure it’s my mom’s voice. She must be calling for me ... it must be time to go!

“I ... I can’t,” I say, my voice croaking a little as I get up. “I have to go now.” Quickly, I pull my pants and underwear back up. Oh crap ... they’re all wet...

My back bumps up against Cembra as I back away from Abelia. “Going so soon?” Cembra says. “But we haven’t even worn you out completely yet...”

Quickly, I side-step her and run – run – through the forest ... while also frantically trying to button and zip up my pants ... which is impossible, of course, because Cembra literally tore them off me. They won’t stay on unless I hold them there with my hand.

But at least the two dryads aren’t chasing me as I hurry back toward the nature trail, back toward my family.

Oh yiff... How am I going to explain these torn and soaked clothes?



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