A Brain-Draining Hike
When Cozy hikes a new trail looking for mushrooms, she’s delighted when she finds some worth foraging. Problem is, those mushrooms belonged to a nature spirit, and he wants payment. Will she get more than she bargained for when he introduces her to some brain-draining spores?
Author’s Note: I had no idea where I was going with this when I started writing it. I just knew I wanted to write about hallucinogenic mushrooms that put the consumer in a trance for the drug/chemical prompt, and suddenly we’re 2500 words into a story about brain drain and orgasm denial. No regrets, of course. Cozy certainly had the time of her life. ;) Happy Hypnovember Day 12!
P.S. I know it’s the morning of Day 13… we’re not talking about it.
The crisp autumn air burned through the kitsune’s nostrils as Cozy made her way along the narrow dirt trail deeper into the forest. She turned off the main trail about a mile and a half back onto this smaller, denser path. She saw many downed trees from the summer’s storms, left to decay and return to the forest unless they blocked a trail. Feeding on the decay on and around these trees were several different species of mushrooms.
Cozy squealed and excitedly knelt down to examine the fungi. She took pictures and compared the mushrooms to the ones in her guidebook. She foraged a small amount of them, then stood up to return to her trail. As she turned around, she heard a strange voice from behind her:
“You took a sample of my mushrooms, but you aren’t going to try them?”
The kitsune spun around to see a creature that looked half-man, half-goat. He wore no clothes aside from a thin crown of flowers upon his head. His upper body was that of a man, while his lower body resembled a goat. He leaned against a nearby tree and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “That’s awfully rude of you.”
Cozy blinked at him in bewilderment. She’d heard of satyrs roaming these woods, but she never thought she’d run into one. “I didn’t know they belonged to anyone,” she said quickly as she reached into her satchel to retrieve them. “I wouldn’t have foraged them if I knew they were yours.”
“The entire forest belongs to us,” he said with a chuckle. “We’re the spirits of nature – every leaf you walk on, every dirt mound you kick over – it all belongs to us. But if you’re going to steal our bounty, the least you can do is enjoy some of it while you’re here.”
The kitsune looked down at the dirt-covered fungi in her paws. “These taste better cooked,” she said simply as she dropped the mushrooms back into her satchel. She turned around, back towards the trail. To her surprise, he stood in the middle of the trail. She looked over her shoulder at the tree he’d been leaning against, but he wasn’t there anymore. “How did you…?”
“I told you,” he said with a smirk, “we’re the spirits of nature. You think we’re restricted to a corporeal form?”
She felt some trepidation creep up her spine. “What do you want from me?” she asked as she rooted her feet in her position.
He laughed deep from his belly. “I just want to share some unique mushrooms with you,” he said as he took a step toward her. “You found some of the common ones, but there are more you didn’t see because you didn’t trek in far enough.”
Her curiosity piqued. She looked over her shoulder at the tree she found the mushrooms on; through the knee-high grass beyond it, there was a narrow trail, wide enough for maybe one foot at a time. She looked back at the man. He shrugged at her and nodded to the trail.
Despite her apprehension, Cozy traversed the winding path. The grass grew taller and taller until it towered over her. After a few more minutes of walking, she came to a clearing. Sprouted in a perfect circle, she found brilliant purple and blue mushrooms. In the light from the sun’s rays, she could see a lavender and periwinkle haze hovering just over the ring, almost like a light dust cloud.
Cozy approached the mushroom ring with wide-eyed fascination. The caps almost glittered in the sunlight, refracting the light into rainbow prisms that danced along the forest floor. She felt mesmerized by the colors. As she hovered above the ring, she began to feel dizzy.
The kitsune lost her balance and toppled forward into the ring. She fell for what felt like too long before she finally hit the ground. She tried to climb to her feet, but the world started to spin as soon as she did.
“No, no, no, my dear, we can’t have any of that.”
Cozy looked around to locate the speaker. Her eyes settled on the satyr from before as she stumbled backward and landed on her rear. “What’s going on?” Her words slurred, and she struggled to focus on him.
He chuckled. “Why, you’re in my ring,” he explained. “And the spores from my magical mushrooms are probably addling your brain as we speak.”
She struggled to form the words she wanted to. “Why?” she finally asked as the spores worked their way into her bloodstream.
“You took from me, now I must take from you,” he explained. “That’s how it works. And I want something very specific from you. He stared down at her with a smirk. “For every mushroom in the bag, I’m taking an orgasm from you.”
The kitsune giggled. She felt weightless and happy, fearless in the face of this creature that held her hostage. He snapped his fingers, and she felt the cool breeze against her exposed fur. She glanced down and saw that her clothes had vanished, and she giggled again.
The satyr stepped forward and entered the ring with her. “You’re already becoming so dumb and compliant,” he mused as he reached out to caress her cheek. “My spores make it so much easier to listen to me, to let me make all of your decisions.”
Cozy looked up at him with a big, dopey grin. Her tongue hung out of the side of her mouth, and her blank brown eyes revealed the empty head behind them as she waited for him to give her a command.
He snapped his fingers again, and the kitsune gasped as a vibrator appeared inside of her, already on. He looked down at her with her legs lazily spread open while she supported her weight on her wrists behind her. Her pink slit glistened with excitement as the toy moved around inside of her.
She squirmed on the ground and rubbed her thighs together. He reached down and lazily started to stroke his own length out of his sheath. “It’s all you can think about, isn’t it?” he said to her in a low, calm voice. “How good it feels. What if it started to move faster?” At his words, the toy started to rotate faster. She threw her head back and moaned loudly.
“Good girl,” he continued as his length hardened in his hand. “What if it started to fuck you?” The toy started to slowly thrust in and out of her, punctuated by her moans. “Faster, harder,” he said, and the toy followed his command. Her legs were fully splayed open now, and she sunk backwards onto her back as she gave into the pressure building in her abdomen.
The satyr stroked himself in time to the toy’s thrusts. He listened as her moans became more frantic and desperate. “You sound so close,” he said with a glint of mischief in his eye. “Are you about to cum?”
Cozy nodded. Between the spores and the toy, she could no longer form words.
He waited a few more moments and watched her hips start to undulate faster and faster. Her moans caught in her throat as her legs tensed. Her orgasm just started to crest when he snapped his fingers again.
The kitsune let out a long, loud whine when the toy turned off. She bucked her hips fruitlessly while the satyr grinned down at her.
“That’s one,” he said. She looked up at him with a desperate expression, and he chuckled at her. “Aww, I’m sorry,” he said in a falsely sympathetic voice. “That was mean of me. Do you want to go again? Maybe I’ll let you finish this time.”
She pulled herself up into a sitting position. Her muzzle twisted back into the dopey smile as she nodded her head and giggled. He stepped closer to her until the tip of his hard length gently poked her in the chin. “Let’s try something new,” he said in a low voice as she stared up at him. Drool dripped from her exposed tongue. “You’re going to suck my dick,” he said, “and as you do, it’s going to feel like you’re eating yourself out. Think you can manage that?”
Her eyes glazed over with lust as she leaned forward to wrap her lips around his shaft. “That’s it,” he groaned as she ran her tongue up his full length. “Can you feel your tongue on your pussy?”
She moaned around his cock as he threaded his fingers through her hair and gripped at the roots. He buried himself inside of her and held her muzzle to his groin until she gagged. “It feels like I’m fucking you when I do that, doesn’t it?” he asked as he pushed her head down.
She tried to nod her head as she gagged again. He pulled out of her mouth. A long line of drool connected her to his shaft. He let her catch her breath for a moment before he pushed himself against her muzzle again.
She greedily swallowed his length and moaned loudly as she swirled her tongue over his head. He looked down to see her bouncing lightly as she worked him over, like she was riding a phantom face underneath her. Her full, heavy breasts bounced with her as she moved, and the satyr growled as he pushed her head down on his length again.
He held her head still as he started to thrust in and out of her mouth. He silenced her moans every time his head slammed into the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled up as she rode the phantom cock inside of her. Absentmindedly, she reached up and started twisting her nipples between the fingers of her handpaws.
The pressure in the base of his abdomen started to build. Her moans grew louder and louder as she moved one hand to his hip. He waited until she started to dig her claws into his skin before he forced himself to pull out of her mouth entirely. He snapped his fingers and looked down at her.
She whined even louder this time. She crawled over to him and tried to wrap her lips around his length again, but he held out a finger. “That was two,” he said as he took a step back. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath. She looked up at him with blank, dazed eyes.
His cock throbbed as he stared down at her. “On your back,” he ordered. She laid back with no hesitation. He knelt between her legs and ran his hands over her furry body. He traced a trail from her shins up to her groin. He ran a finger over her soaking wet slit, then plunged it deep inside of her. She moaned and pushed herself back against him as she tried to force his finger deeper into her. He pulled out and wrapped his lips around the digit before he resumed his trail from her naval up to her breasts.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth while his fingers pinched and twisted at the other. She squirmed as her soft, breathy moans filled the air around them. He switched his mouth to the other nipple and lined his length up at her entrance. To his delight, he slid in with ease.
The threat of his own orgasm had barely dissipated when he started to thrust in and out of her eager pussy. He switched to groping her breasts with one hand while the other gripped her hip for leverage. The pressure started to build in his abdomen quickly, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
Her frantic, desperate moans told him she was in a similar state. He positioned her legs so they were over his shoulders and then slammed into her with renewed depth. He leaned forward to rest his weight on his palms as he fucked her. “Look at me,” he said to her in between grunts.
She turned to him with a half-lidded expression. Her whiskey-brown eyes were filled with lust and desperation as he pounded into her. She held his gaze until the pressure became too great and her head involuntarily rolled backward.
He snapped his fingers but didn’t stop fucking her. “That’s three,” he said, and he thrust into her one final time. A deep, guttural moan tore itself from his throat as he pumped rope after rope of thick, hot cum into her. He panted as his cock spasmed and emptied itself. The satyr looked down at Cozy and smirked at the pleading look on her face.
He pulled out of her and stood back up. “I do appreciate your payment,” he said with another snap of his fingers. Her clothes reappeared on her body. “It’s time for you to finish your hike now, with a little souvenir from me.”
He helped her to her feet, but she was still dizzy from the spores. The kitsune lost her balance and stumbled, but the satyr grabbed her arm and kept her upright. “My spores really like you,” he smirked. “Don’t worry, it’ll wear off as you get farther and farther away.” He helped her step outside of the ring.
Her mind cleared considerably. Cozy still felt foggy and giggly, but she could maintain her balance. She blinked up at the satyr as the haziness in her eyes started to clear. She cocked her head to the side as she tried to figure out how to ask her question.
“Can’t remember how to get back to the trail?” he asked in a gentle voice. She shook her head and pouted at him. “It’s okay, I’ll get you back to the main trail. The rest is up to you.” She smiled up at him and giggled excitedly. “Oh, and do come back for some more foraging in the future. This is a trade I’d happily make again.”
He snapped his fingers, and the kitsune appeared back on the main trail, miles from where she had just been. Her head spun, and she leaned against a nearby tree for support. As her thoughts cleared, she looked around. How had she gotten back to the trailhead? She struggled to remember her day, but the memories felt hazy. She moved away from the tree to head back to her car when she felt a damp slickness between her legs. Her eyes widened as the memory cleared a little. She reached into her satchel and pulled out the mushrooms she’d foraged earlier; as she looked at each of them, her memory flashed to each of the orgasms she’d been denied.
She dumped the mushrooms back into the bag and looked over her shoulder at the trail as it disappeared into the woods. Did she misidentify the mushrooms? Did they have hallucinogenic properties? Cozy decided in that moment the only way to know the truth was to perform a repeat experiment in the future. And maybe, if she was lucky, she’d run into that satyr one more time.