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Part 1: Dawn - https://inkbunny.net/s/3514994
Part 2: Dusk -
Alright, I'll level with you, I don't think most people will like this scene. if it wasn't played sexy, it'd be outright horror. It also is laced with hints and references to other eras and stuff I'm working on so it's not only outlandishly freaky fantasy smut but also actual good storytelling?
Point is I loved it. I am not certain others will feel the same given the subject matter. Ah well, sometimes you gotta do something for you!
Also as an aside aside, this is probably one of the best and most anatomically correct pics I've EVER gotten of Ceylon, so hats off to Rex for that!
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\tI could have done anything at all. I could have flown south to Klyneth and preyed upon the city all night, finding someone to fill me and make my womb heavy. I could have disappeared into the woods and shrunk down to take the entirety of a pack of wolves one after another. I could have headed back home and curled up with Leera in our den, where I'd be able to watch the sunrise over the Vast Emerald Wood and Great Sapphire Lake.
\tThe problem was that I had too many options and nothing planned. This left me with the worst choice paralysis. Instead of letting my wings take me to a specific destination or even just flying and seeing where the wind took me, I just ended up flying in circles around Ilorek's Ranch, my flight course tracing a line around the rim of the volcanic husk that enclosed the property.
\tInfinite possibilities meant nothing stood out as being the best option. I knew dozens upon dozens of people that resided in the area, maybe even more than a hundred. Yet I didn't know what I wanted or how I wanted to go about getting it.
\tMy night started with Leera threading her way through me, in one hole and out the other, the silken scales of her thick, muscled body stretching me beyond what I should have been able to handle. My holes were fully ravaged, my flesh stretched so taut I could practically see the definition and colour of her scales through my abdominal wall as she went in my tail to be birthed between my legs. And it was not enough for me.
\tI then flew to Ilorek's Ranch and spent some quality time with Ocerre, a quadruped hipposhyfter that could be stallion or mare based on what they needed to be at the time and anywhere on the scale of equine to avian depending on mood. I had some fun with them as a mare only to then have them turn around and ravage me as a stallion, taking my hole like Leera had earlier. And it was not enough.
\tTo be entirely honest, most nights that would have been more than enough to satisfy me. A single session was usually plenty to get me off and let me rest, but sometimes the need persisted. There were times when I could find one partner after another, or use a toy to take care of myself multiple times in a single night. I'd slam myself down on it and either stroke it inside me or just clench around it to feel the pressure and after getting that much-needed release I'd collapse with crossed eyes and twitching flesh. Then, after taking a moment to recover my energy with a drink of water or a nap, I'd be wrenched from serenity with a blazing need to do it all over again.
\tThe most I'd ever experienced this cycle was a full twenty times over the course of a single day. One per hour. I was mostly male at the time, so I woke up with a stiff knot and simply used my hands to take care of myself. A bit of squeezing and tugging brought me to a mild but pleasant climax before heading back to bed, as the sun wasn't yet up. However, unlike most sessions, my knot remained firm and my shaft continued to leak so I went again, this time slipping a fingertip into my cock hole.
\tAnother climax hit me but since my digits had plugged up my member, it didn't feel fully satisfying as the resulting mess oozed out when I pulled my finger out. So I went another time, now sitting on a toy that went up my tail hole. Another pleasant but not fully satisfying climax, so I used my tail maw to suck myself off, getting another mild orgasm. I fisted my tail maw's opening since it had the same sensitivity of a clit along the toothy gums akin to feline tongue barbs as well as a similar erogenous zone just beyond where the three jaws met. Another messy finish that left me wanting more.
\tThat sort of thing went on all day. I'd wake up, try something slightly different until I felt a sweet but muted release, then go back to bed or go to do something else to distract me. Twenty times over the course of a full day. Once per hour. The constant need of novelty even drove me to suck on a tendril and a cock at the same time. That didn't really do it for me at the time but the sense of adventure meant that I had the right motivation to climax, even if it was a weak one.
\tIn spite of ravaging every hole I could find on my body, I never got too sore that day. I was tender, sure, but not sore. The throbbing in my depths just begged for more attention that I had no choice but to manage.
\tMy unique biology meant I never truly experienced estrus heat in the traditional sense, but that was what I imagined it was like. A constant, unending need to be bred until the body felt satisfied.
\tAnd that was exactly how I felt this night. Sure, I wasn't going to come anywhere close to the twenty times I did that time when I was younger, but more experience meant that the things I was able to do were far more intense. Leera threading her entire body through me was so much more bold than fingering myself. Letting Oceris mount me with a cock so big it doubled the girth of my torso had to count for a half-dozen quick sessions at least, given how powerful Ocerre was.
\tThe throbbing need within my core demanded I find my next adventure. And I didn't think I was going to find it in Klyneth.
\tSure, Klyneth was a rather large city with a diverse population that was about one quarter nocturnal, but I didn't expect to be able to find the sort of excitement I needed there. Not unless I came across one of those massive 'elder' dragons with a cock as big as I was. Or unless I decided to expend my transformation magic to shrink to the size of a cat and be used as someone's cock sleeve.
\tActually, that would have been fun.
\tBut I wanted to save my energy for something else. I didn't feel like changing too much, since morphing took so much energy and I was starting from a place of fatigue given the time of day. I was not nocturnal, I was just horny beyond reason and that need was driving me to act, nothing else.
\tThere were people I could have sought in Klyneth but I didn't get the impression that was what I needed. The most likely partners would likely have been the dire wolves north of The Ranch. Those things had a knot the size of a blitzball and I was in my bipedal form so that might have actually plugged me up. Scratch that, I knew it would. That would make me look pregnant, gravid with a full sized egg half the size of my torso.
\tThe more I thought about it the more I liked that idea but I ended up dismissing it when I remembered it was mating season for the dire wolf packs. They'd need to spend that seed on their dire wolf ladies, not waste it on me. As much as I would have loved to land next to a wolf den and present myself to the needy, pent up males and let them take their anger and arousal out on me one after another. Or, if they were adventurous, at least three at once. One up the cunt, one under the tail, and I'd suck a third off with my tail maw.
\tWell, that was quite an image to fantasize about.
\tIt wasn't the move for me, tonight. It was not safe or smart to invade the dire wolf territory in the middle of the night, especially not in mating season. Well, it would be fine for me but I didn't want to disturb them; Wolves were nocturnal as much as they were diurnal, but they also hunted at night so it was always a risk to present as fresh meat to creatures that large.
\tDisappointed, I veered north and flew beyond the treeline, well beyond the dire wolf territory. I was heading in the direction of the cliffs that housed my den but that's not where I was going.
\tI bypassed my home and kept going north, heading towards the shore of Great Lake Sapphire, where more cliffs overlooked the vibrant blue water. In the middle of the night, the sea of stars and two of the three moons illuminated the land, giving me a view to die for. To the northwest, I could see the rainbow ribbons of the Ademane Keriolis wrapped around the Cradle of Dalon and extending over the Vast Emerald Wood and Great Sapphire Lake. The glowing green of the woods and the blue aura of the lake complimented the rest of the rainbow of the aurora and the dappled black and white of the sky.
\tHonestly, it almost made me forget my physical needs. I just wanted to stare at it. All these years later I'd never grown tired or bored of the natural beauty of the world.
\tSo I did just that. I tried to mentally block out the throbbing needs that distracted me, and I descended onto the edge of a cliff near the shore where I landed with two feet less than a meter away from falling down the the forest below. My tail and wings splayed out for balance, my toe claws finding ridges in the rock to anchor me in place.
\tOnce I was sure that I'd halted all momentum, I stood tall and folded up my wings on my back, chest out and one leg up on a slightly raised portion of rock. All around me, perfectly straight coniferous trees grew from the rock and dirt of the cliff top, all of them covered in a thin layer of moss. There were bushes and ferns jutting out from every crevasse, each and every leaf and needle and tangle of moss lightly illuminated by the blue light of the moon and the rainbow of the ademane Keriolis. All that blended with the blue aura of Great Sapphire Lake and the green of Vast Emerald Wood.
\tEach and every colour painted the white of my fur and feathers.
\tThen I noticed something tickling my ankle. At first I thought it was a bug, so I chose to ignore it. I don't have any problems with insects or spiders exploring me, I know they're not trying to hurt me and aren't offended by my presence.
\tThe sensation continued to make its way up my calf, and I still felt the tickle at my ankle. This was no insect. When I looked down I saw a tiny little vine rapidly growing and extending its way around my leg like a snake slithering up a pole. I chirped to myself and grinned right as I noticed another one doing the same up my other leg and a few others weaving between my toes.
\t“Huh. Never expected to feel you here.” I said, seemingly to the empty sky itself. Then I sat down at the perfect little perch between two trees, a spot that gave me a perfectly framed image of the lake, the forest, the moons, the sky, and the edges of the ribbons of the aurora.
\tThe instant I sat down I felt more of those little vines tickling my rump, snaking their way through the fur there, to nuzzle into my flesh. Dozens of them all at once, each one probing its tip around, nuzzling to find the path forward. They seemed to grow from any plant matter nearby, mostly emerging from the little tangles of moss at the roots of the nearest trees.
\tMost notably, I felt them seeking my core, like they were desperate to sip my fluids from the source. Not only did I not brush them away or move, I shifted in place so my rump cheeks were gently spread and both pucker and slit were better exposed to the curious vines.
\tA voice boomed, seemingly from the sky and ground and trees and rock all at once. “It has been a while, hasn't it?” It was Shiazo, one of my oldest friends.
\t“Has it? I feel like I see part of you every day.” I joked, wincing a bit as I felt the first of the vines probe at my plump lips, tugging my flesh and forcing its way into me.
\tShiazo was what we affectionately called a floral golem. Once a creature of gryphon and dragon origin, they suffered a bloodvine infection that slowly turned every last bit of their body into plant matter. Mosses and grasses in place of fur, leaves in place of feathers, that sort of thing. Ilorek himself actually used his alchemical expertise to stave off the final stage of a bloodvine infection, the part where the mind is turned dull, zombified. Now, Shiazo's very spirit has taken control of their old body, now made of plant matter. Not only did that allow them to live indefinitely, but it also allowed them to merge with and control any plant matter, shifting from tree to fern to vine at will. Their body was no longer defined, yet they resided exclusively in floral biomatter.
\tI could sense their presence soon after I felt the vine climbing up my ankle.
\t“A month may feel like a short time to you, but it is an eternity and infinitesimal to me.” Shiazo's booming voice echoed through the canyon via the rattling of leaves and the buzzing of needles. Their voice was infinite yet felt like it was only for me.
\t“I am still having a hard time understanding how you perceive time.” I admitted, shifting again to better angle myself on the tangle of vines that was braiding in place under my plump equine vulva.
\tShiazo's front talon emerged from a bit of moss that was growing between two nearby tree roots like it was clawing its way out of a sack. A tiny little dog sized beak and horns followed as the rest of my petite friend came to sit next to me. They were covered in what looked like yellow and pink sap that slowly absorbed into the fern and foliage that made up their coat. “It's sort of like a dream, is the best way to describe it. It has no beginning or end, and time is somehow compressed to feel like it's all happening at once while also stretched out like something you just did a moment ago happened years in the past.”
\tI huffed and pulled them in close, the vine-like tendrils that flowed from their back like wings wrapping around my torso as I did so. “You and I have vastly different ideas of what dreams feel like.” I joked. “So what brings you all the way out here? Aren't you usually in Klyneth?”
\tThey hopped up onto my lap, more vines growing from every joint to wrap me like a blanket and anchor us both to the rock. Now their voice came from their avatar, not from the forest itself. “They don't need me right now. He's heading to Arrenthen, she's going with him, and the rest are all off doing their own things. The only one who may have needed me was Styreks and he's pretty independent. Plus, Camari is taking care of him.”
\tA thought crossed my mind that I wanted to pet and stroke Shiazo but I refrained from doing so. They were not a pet, even if their form was the size of a dog. “So you chose to come all the way out here? To the Vast Emerald Wood? Is that a good idea for you, given the magic that resides here?”
\tThey huffed a full-bodied laugh. Just a single one as every vine that extended around the pair of us clenched and constricted around me. “We are not going to have to worry about having a repeat of what happened in Ondin. I've grown a lot since then.”
\t“You've grown? That's precisely the concern.” I motioned towards the forest that lay in the foothills of the cliff we both sat upon, noticing that more of their vines had wrapped around my arm and wrist only to be plucked off when I moved my hand. “How broad is your essence tonight?”
\t“About fifty meters? Not broad. Not like before.”
\tI raised an eyebrow, unsure if they could even see it. All around my lower half, more and more vines were emerging from nearby tree trunks and moss patches to slither through my fur. They were wrapping around my legs, constricting my calves, and weaving through my toes while also smothering my tail to pin it to the ground behind me. Where and when I leaned back to let my hands down on the stone, they also slithered between my fingers and tried to hold me down.
\tThe thing that got my attention the most was that more of the vines were braiding and entwining around one another up under my rump and right at the end of my tail where my tail maw still drooled bits of mess from my encounter with Oceris. I could have pulled away if I didn't like what was happening but opted to let Shiazo take from me what they needed.
\tShiazo looked up at me, their marble eyes glinting in the moonlight, reflecting the aurora. “You don't seem to mind all too much.” As they spoke, they wiggled in place, parts of their body unfurling into vines to slither over my body and return to the soil while also remaining attached to their main torso to anchor them down and pin me in place.
\tResisting them, I shifted myself until I was on my knees, rump on ankles and slit hovering a bit higher away from the rock I used as a seat. Every motion snapped some of the vines and made them crumble in place only to be re-absorbed by the other ones. This left Shiazo in a loaf form between my squeezed together thighs, smiling up at me with beak chin on my chest. “I don't mind but if you're going to feed off me, well, I should definitely make it easier for you.”
\t“You're too kind.” Shiazo said while their throat chattered and clicked in approval.
\t“I'm really not.” I joked. “I'm nice enough and good enough at feigning charisma that nobody notices I'm not all that great of a person.”
\tAnother scoff from Shiazo. “Perhaps, but maybe you actually are good enough and just need to remind yourself of that from time to time. You're here offering yourself to me and don't want anything in return. That's pretty good.” As they spoke, the first of the vines burrowed in between the crook of the jaws of my tail maw, forcing themselves to trail down either side of the gumlines and into its long throat. At the same time, I felt a series of thin vines tickling my slit and exploring the flesh within, most notably by wrapping tight around my unflared clit and constricting.
\t“Are we really sitting here debating ethics while you invade my body? You're a plant.”
\t“And you should know better.” Their voice thrummed and vibrated throughout me, emanating from the vines that wove blankets around my legs and tail. I could feel the tickle if it on my plump and swollen folds. They were not one bit shy about what they were doing.
\tI couldn't help but gape-grin at their dog-sized avatar. “Since when do you lay on the charm and flirt?” I went to pet their flank only to have a series of small vines slither out from their form to attempt to wrap around my fingers. “And why so bold today?”
\tShiazo's face angled back with a broad grin before more of their body unravelled into blossoming vines; their voice once again came from all around me. “Can I say it's your fault?”
\t“My fault? How so?” I shifted in place again, attempting to get a better and more comfortable position on my knees but found myself anchored down by the vines that had wrapped around my lower limbs. I could even feel a few of them slithering up my spine to constrict my wings. The best part was that I felt the braided tangle of vines between my legs probing me deeper while others nestled between clit and fold to constrict and tug. The sensation on its own was almost enough to make my eyes roll back in pleasure.
\tTheir aura seemed to float from one tree to the next, the branches and bark shifting to form a beak and face. “Well, by that I just mean that you're practically oozing magic that I would love to ensure doesn't go to waste.”
\tI raised an eyebrow at their visage only to have it shift back to normal bark foundations and reemerge on another tree trunk. After clicking my beak, I huffed a bit and nodded in approval. I knew what it was they wanted to do and how to make it easier for them.
\tShiazo's floral body wasn't carnivorous, but it still needed to feed. About half of their energy came from sunlight via photosynthesis but the rest came from absorbing ademane and other activated magic. That was probably why they were in the Vast Emerald Wood, there was an ademane mist that sometimes blanketed the region and if their essence was absorbed in the woods themselves then they'd be able to supercharge their energy reserves.
\tBut I was a bit different. Being horny meant my body was producing a lot of slick, sweet fluid like nectar that kept me slick and was hyper charged with transformation magic. They were going to feed off my arousal and sip directly from the source, so I wanted to make it easier for them by widening my stance a bit more to lower my slit as close to the rock I sat upon.
\tWith my implicit permission, Shiazo stopped teasing and coiling and instead plunged more of their vines into me with the aggression of a lover. Dozens of the plant tendrils braided inside me, the texture shifting and grinding against my flesh to pleasure me as they slithered and grew towards my womb, the woven, interlaced vines collecting my fluid and absorbing it.
\tMy slit was not the only part of me that got invaded by Shiazo's limitless vines. I felt more and more of them wrapping around all three jaws of my tail maw, forcing it open so another braid of them could force its way through my tail's fleshy passage all the way to my womb. More smaller ones also emerged from beneath my thighs to pluck and tease my lips nearest my clit, knotting around it and tugging more and more until my pleasure erupted and the clit flared like a stallion's.
\tThere's something special about incorporating equine bits into my body via transformation. My slit, taking after a mare's (Which was perfect for Oceris earlier in the night) also had a clit that resembled a horse's cock head. Blunt and rounded when at rest, but broad and sleekly defined when flared akin to a stallion's orgasmic plug. And given the shape, my urethral opening was where it would be on a stallion, nestled right in between the pillows of flared horse cock flesh.
\tEvery time Shiazo's little vines squeezed or tugged on my unflared cock, it flared out and swelled, parting my mare lips and gaping my urethral opening in a perfect circle. This left me wide open, as a tangle of smaller vines forced their way into my urethra, snaking deep into my bladder alongside the cock-thick braid that forced its way into my womb, a thin wall of flesh dividing the passageways.
\tThough Shiazo's vines were not as thick as Oceris's cock or Leera's body, I still felt the friction just as intensely as when those others penetrated me. Maybe it was because the plant body was absorbing my fluids and thus limiting my natural lubricant, or maybe it was the intense texture of interlaced vines wrapping around each other grinding against my flesh, or maybe it was that they were slowly invading all three of my entrances and the sensation of them caressing each other through my walls made it feel like more than it was.
\tEither way, it felt quite elevated. Skies above, the sensation of a dozen tentacle vines swirling and twisting in three of my holes was intense. Shiazo knew this, too. I swore I could feel their vines sucking at my flesh, they were so thirsty for what I was leaking.
\t“You can't take it all.” I said between ragged breaths.
\t“Why not?” Shiazo's visage shifted down the nearest trunk before disappearing into it, then it formed in the tangle of vines on my lap. “You'll be fine no matter what I do.”
\tI put my palm through the vines that made up their face only to have them all shift and wrap around my wrist. I didn't resist or pull my hand away because now my palm was between my legs, under the blanket of vines within reach of my plump pussy lips. I walked my fingertips along my throbbing, flaring clit only to have a few of the vines form there wrap around my digits and hold me in place. “You may be right but I still get exhausted if I spend too much energy.”
\t“Then spend the night.” Shiazo suggested, this time the voice coming from every single vine that coursed through me. I didn't hear their words, I felt them in my core. “Stay with me, I'll protect-”
\t“I don't need your protection.” I interjected right as I fell forward. The sensation of vines in me was getting overwhelming, a constant grinding and caress along my inner walls from tail tip to my core. The multiple vines snaking into my womb from my tail maw were starting to build a unique pressure that was both mildly uncomfortable and deeply pleasant. The sort of invasion of my body that triggered something deep within me that seemed to flip a switch between pleasure and pain.
\tMy toes curled and I churred to myself, a deep beaky growl that rumbled in my chest as the vines continued to make their way through both tail and pussy. I couldn't move at all, if I did, every single coil of the vegetation within me tugged on my flesh like it was anchored to me, each vine getting a little branch that grew between my inner flesh wrinkles as the tip bloomed and grew into me right until I felt that distinct pressure on my cervix.
\tIt was right about here that I noticed that Shiazo was going deeper than I'd originally expected. “Shiazo-” I started, only to have some bud expand inside me, opening up my womb like it was a speculum. This shut me up immediately as I felt like I was being split in two from my core. A tangle of vines expanded from the bud inside me, unfurling around my womb to line the walls with plant matter. A moment later, I felt the same thing happen with my second cervix at the base of my tail where that passage also entered my womb. Both blooming floral buds expanded inside me and tugged while feeding more vines into me, filling me with a ball of plant matter.
\t“You're so lucky I can withstand this.” I said to them, beak clenched shut.
\tTheir voice reverberated throughout me, the vines vibrating inside me so I could feel their words rather than hear them. “I'm always so happy when you visit. Nobody gives me as much as you do.” Shiazo cooed at me, each word drawn out to ensure the vibrations continued to reverberate through my flesh. “You should visit more often instead of hiding in that damn mountain Cradle.”
\tThe Cradle of Dalon. The tallest mountain range in all the land, with a plateau so high it pierced the clouds, the rocky foothills so rich with ademane they leaked magic mist into the Vast Emerald Wood and Great Sapphire lake. My home when not dealing with others. The place that was impossible to visit without finding a way past the wards we'd erected. Not even Shiazo was allowed up there.
\t“If you got there we'd have another Ondin on the wing. Let's just not go there, shall we?” I didn't particularly want to focus on the logistics of how that would work given that their vines were swelling and filling me out with extra branches of them burrowing into my flesh. It felt nice but also like it really should have hurt.
\t“Now you have me intrigued.” They said again through the tendrils that threaded me from tail to cunt and every other hole. Then they unfurled some of those braided tendrils to broaden their girth like a knot to tug on my passage even more.
\tI couldn't help but grunt down a mild growl, resisting the urge to howl so loudly my screech would echo off the surface of the lake. When I tried to rub my own clit with my hand, which was still tied by vines and anchored between my legs, I noticed I could barely move my fingertips, and when I did try to rub myself there was something in between us stopping me from making contact.
\tSomewhat stunned by this, I yanked my hand out from the tangle of vines to see that some of them had grown into my flesh, rooting under my skin to wrap around my bones. “Shiazo!”
\t“Yes?” they responded, voice deep and droning to feign ignorance.
\tI delicately yanked the vines out of my flesh, feeling them tug on me from the inside like I was plucking roots from a garden. “You're lucky I can withstand you rooting yourself in me.” Right as I said it, I shifted in place and felt the confirmation of what I now realized was happening. Their vines and branches from those vines were burrowing into my flesh through my vaginal and tail walls, rooting in place to grow throughout my torso.
\tNormally I have a faintly psychic link to other living creatures around me, able to discern intent and more if I deliberately dig. But shiazo wasn't fauna, they were floral, so their specific brand of energy and thought process was vastly different and I needed to focus on them to read their mind. This basically shielded them from my passive psychic tendencies. So I didn't pick up on what they were doing until every ripple in my cunt was hosting its own vine, which in turn was growing and extending through my entire lower half.
\tWhen I looked down, I saw a few tiny saplings growing out from my belly fur, rapidly growing out form my flesh to create a forest of tiny little vine tips and foliage. One of them even sprouted a lovely pink flower. “Fine, I'll let you have me until morning.” I conceded.
\tI could have used my magic to expel them, to break the bond and eradicate any invading plant matter left inside me, but I also knew that Shiazo could use the energy and my flavour of magic was the tastiest for them. I would be like a gourmet meal compared to the fast food that would have been anyone else; They could also siphon directly from my core without worries about injuring me.
\tThey didn't vocally respond but I could feel the shudder of delight course through them, and by extension, my depths. They were tickled to bloom knowing they could feed on me today. A pleasant surprise for them, I was sure.
\tWhen I looked back I saw that my tail had sprouted dozens of tiny ferns while more vines had grown from the side to basically merge it with the ground. More had rooted in my calves and thighs, sewing my legs together in a kneeling position while another tangle forced its way into my flesh where my thighs met. Not specifically into my pussy but into the creases between lips and legs, some up where my flared clit met folds, and others right into my urethra.
\tThough it took longer than I expected, I soon felt more extending to my tailhole, prying my pucker open and unfurling inside me to invade my bowels next to my cunt, tail, and bladder.
\tSo many vines threaded my flesh that I looked like I was fusing with the moss that covered the rock atop the cliff. In time, I was fully rooted there, unable to move at all. Everything from my waist down served as nutrients for Shiazo's floral ferns and flowers that blanketed me. I could almost feel the direction of the throbs as the vines siphoned energy from me to deliver it back to the forest itself.
\tAll at once, my chest split down the middle with massive, flesh-coloured petals blooming out of me, the resulting blossom rose-like but made of flesh. I stroked it gently, not wanting to damage the petals only to find that each and every fold of the flower on my chest had the sensitivity of my clit.
\tI tried to speak, but the floral matter had grown into my lungs, filling the space of every little crevasse and bubble within me. When I opened my beak, not only did I not get the air I needed to vocalize, but I slightly gagged as some of the vines that had grown into my tail hole plugged my gullet and unfurled between the two halves of my beak, long fern leaves growing like a lolling tongue.
\tAnother gentle wiggle of my lower half made it clear I was not able to move at all. The vines had expanded to fill every last part of me, had rooted into my flesh, and anchored me in place. For all intents and purposes, I was part of the forest itself. The only part of me that Shiazo's vines were not able to penetrate was the upper half of my skull, where my brain resided. I had wards in place to ensure absolutely nothing breached that; as long as that part of me and a reasonable store of my ademane remained I could heal from anything.
\tThough I couldn't speak vocally, I was able to speak telepathically to Shiazo, though it required more concentration than usual. “How long will this take?” I asked, genuinely curious. I did my best to ensure there was no hint of sarcasm of disdain in the words I sent. This was a lot easier to convey telepathically than vocally.
\t“May I keep you until morning?” Shiazo asked, voice still sourced from every vine within me.
\tWith what little muscle control I had left, I nodded my head. I felt the creak of the vines inside me, like I was an old house twisted by wind and other elements.
\tThere I remained in that exact position, kneeling on the mossy rock of the cliff overlooking Great Sapphir Lake, anchored and rooted in place by vines that had invaded every orifice and grew through my body. The vines had sprouted ferns and flowers within my belly fur and chest plumage, and had unfurled ferns like feathers from my wings.
\tIt sounded horrific, I'm sure. But at the time, it was the most relaxed I'd been in years. With the floral matter siphoning my magic, it let me relax in a way that I could usually only enjoy when encased in crystal and sealed away for a generation.
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\tAnd for that brief stretch of a few hours, my lucid state let me feel time like Shiazo had. No beginning and no end, yet all at once. I felt the forest. I felt the spirit of the Vast Emerald Wood. I felt the essence of Great Sapphire Lake. I felt like I had an infestation in my feathers and fur, only to later realize that was just people camping in the woods. I was the woods, the trees were my fur and feathers, and the lake was my core while the Cradle of Dalon was my eyes and ears.
\tThat was when I realized that I needed to put a stop to this. Shiazo had claimed to only be spread across about fifty meters but I could see now that their reach had extended to the entire region.
\tI shook myself awake only to realize that dawn had already come. The sun was in the sky, and I was a corpse with ferns growing out of me. I focused my magic and clenched every muscle in my body to extend my legs and get into a standing position.
\tWhen I moved, I felt every single vine tug my flesh on the way out, the ferns and leaves breaking off as they were tugged out from their entrance points. The grip on my pussy and tail flesh was so intense it felt like I was being turned inside out, my guts were nearly prolapsed in the process, and every hole in my body that was left by the retreating vines made a tiny sound as the flesh plopped.
\tEach and every vine, now pulled out of me, absorbed into itself and retreated to the moss that covered the rock. The mass of it collected at the root of a nearby tree, bubbling up and blossoming in place as leaves and wood and bark and moss and ferns all adjusted their positions and eventually took the form of a floral golem. Four legged and about as tall at the shoulder as my quadruped form, about two meters or so. Where gryphon feathers would have been, there were leaves and ferns. Instead of fur, grass and moss. The underbelly was a series of layers of soft, interlocked bark, their beak and claws and horns all hard wood.
\t“Shiazo.” I said as they finished the last of their formation.
\t“Ceylon.” They spoke back, voice audible again instead of resonant through invading vines. “Thank you for your generosity. I feel so wholly energized! This will do me months!”
\tI narrowed my gaze. “Yes, I know, but you also need to get your runners under control.”
\tThey raised their eyesbrows, a motion that produced the sound of bark and branches creaking in the wind. “I do?”
\t“Yeah, I felt you. No wonder you were able to meet me. You're not localized, you're spread through the whole forest, aren't you?” I twisted my neck, rolled my shoulders, and extended my wings to limber up and eradicate the stiffness that came from being temporarily turned to flora.
\t“Ah, yeah. I suppose you're right. But the spirits here are so fun! The Vast Emerald Wood is full of the most interesting companions!” They stepped up next to me and extended a wing shaped tendril to pat my shoulder. “You know I won't extend beyond the borders of the Vast Emerald Wood.”
\tI placed my palm on his tendril and pulled it down, then looked right into their honeycomb eyes. “No, you won't, because if you do we'll have to do what we did last time you let your runners get out of control. That was quite a mess, there's a reason we have such strict rules about adventuring in protected lands. You know a new Guild popped up nearby. Call themselves Great Lakes or something.”
\t“Yeah, that was the last time I got to taste your gourmet magic.” They joked.
\t“I'm serious. The last thing I want to do is force my will upon you.”
\tAll Shiazo did was wink before bowing and trotting away, their lower extremities merging with the moss on the rock like they were going down stairs, disappearing into the ground.
\tI continued to stretch every muscle in my body from neck to toe to tail tip. While the plant-induced nap had energized me and seemed to reset my body's equilibrium, it also felt like I slept in the wrong position for a year straight.
\tIn time, I felt confident enough to fly again, so I spread my wings and hopped off the cliff, catching a bit of a thermal from the rocky bits beneath me to soar over the treetops.
\tThough I was able to fly reasonably well, something felt a little off, so I banked hard to head south back home. I needed to do some repairs on my body and that would work best if I was in a familiar place. I could literally feel the whistling as air coursed through the micro-holes left by vines.
\tBefore long, I landed on the open plain atop the cliff I called my home. Before I dove down and flipped onto my balcony, I flipped onto my back and started examining myself.
\tMy cunt was dry, thanks to Shiazo siphoning all the fluid from me. But I was able to take a list and make sure everything was where it needed to be. My meaty flared clit remained nestled at the top of my slit, my booty remained plump and swollen as it should be, and my tail was thick and squishy from the outside while still being firm.
\tThe only t hing that seemed somewhat out of place was that my womb had descended, cervix resting right at my entrance. While there, I used what magic I still had in reserve to alter my form to take on my more natural quadruped shape. With front talons still spreading my lips apart, I quickly changed enough that such a pose wasn't really comfortable, forcing me to roll over onto all fours and shake off the dander from my feathers and fur.
\tNearby I could feel Lera's presence in the ground beneath me, likely curled up tight in her geothermal den, waiting for me or brumating until she was ready for another cycle. Either way, I was ready to call it, having been awake overnight. I wasn't usually the nocturnal type but there were days when the serenity of the night was superior.
\tI was refreshed from the nap but also exhausted from the siphoned magic and self-repair and transformation so I needed to get something to eat and relax.
\tAnd I knew exactly who I needed to cuddle.