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Falling in Trouble -Growing Together-

Written by Leo_Todrius and Trickster_D

As strange as it might sound, not many students hung around the school roof; one would have expected it to be the gathering place for smokers, or the perfect rendezvous for those wanting to buy or sell illicit pleasures and illegal drugs. The truth was, however, that the enormous building was labyrinthine enough that there was always a dark corner or an abandoned classroom or one of the basement rooms that could be used as a meeting point for anyone that wanted a dose of nicotine or anything stronger... or even in case some of the horny teenagers populating the place felt the burning need to know each other's bodies better between lessons.

Since the school itself was already a den of vice, sin and fornication, the roof was an oasis of peace and tranquility - an Oasis the quieter students had taken as their kingdom. Douglas was lying on the warm concrete, letting the sun rays enveloping his body and nourishing it through his vivid green skin. He had a small, satisfied smile on his dark lips, and his earthy rich brown eyes were closed shut, as if he was sleeping; far from being immobile, though, the young male dryad's hand - tipped with black pointed nails, not enough to be proper claws but certainly sturdier and longer than a human's - caressed the full, mossy beard covering his cheeks and chin. The physical stimulation was quite intense, and he couldn't help to moan gently from time to time.

As it was customary among natural spirits, the dryad was wearing as little clothing as possible: only a pair of very short shorts made out of tanned leather hugged his perky ass, and his lithe, defined chest was bare for the world to see. The only other thing Douglas wore was a simple leather necklace, adorned with a shape roughly carved into a lucid triangle of wood. His hair, looking like a cascade of red maple leaves, were spread around his head like a fiery halo, giving his persona a wild touch that made him look even more appealing and charming.

Douglas sighed in pleasure and pulled himself up, his eyes opening once again; he liked the peace and the calmness of the roof, but to be honest he would've preferred to take his daily dose of sunlight from the bleachers near the football field; even if he had a mellow and relaxed personality, that of course didn't mean the dryad didn't like to be where the action took place.

Unfortunately for him, the aforementioned bleachers were old and made out of wood for the most part, and that so it was an off-limits spot for a spirit of the forests like he was... unless he wanted the wooden planks to suddenly remember how it felt to be alive and started sprouting fresh green buds. So much had been a prank the school had pulled on one of their rivals during an away game the year before.

Wrapped into the golden, gentle cocoon of golden sunlight, Douglas rose to his bare feet, their soles leathery and more resistant than those of the majority of the non-hoofed species; his hands brushed his own leafy, bright red hair, searching for the small bud nestled in the middle of the maple leaves and eliciting a small and yet very intense shiver of pleasure through his green body.

"I will be in full bloom in a week..." he said to himself, pensively. His tone was musical, quite deep and with more than a hint of melancholic sweetness; the voice of a poet. "I wonder if it's finally time for me to find another flower..." The thought sent his mind running at once through the variety of students populating the school. There were elves and dwarves and goblins and orcs... There was quite a variety really, but the only other dryad on campus was a weeping willow... a very emotional weeping willow to say the least.

Douglas sighed; maybe, he thought, I should broaden my horizons... Maybe I shouldn't think in term of species, I should just try to find the most suitable candidate. The male dryad took a deep, sonorous breath through his nostrils, taking in all the scents of the rooftops: mostly the remaining, old traces of the other students using the place as their island of peace and quietness... Although, some of the smells were more intense - and more interesting - than the others.

It had been eroded by time and weather, but there was a scent of fertility on the roof... A few spots here, a few spots there. The smell of testosterone, of need, of urges, of a teenager unable to contain himself.

"That's quite sad..." Douglas murmured, one of his fingers caressing his dark green lips. Someone who was using the roof to masturbate, apparently... Someone with a high libido, someone in deep need for release, for sex, and yet he had to resort to pleasure himself instead of finding a partner. The dryad took a second sniff, this time focusing more on that particular scent, his other hand titillating his erect right nipple in a mechanical gesture of arousal. The scent was an unusual blend with both the earthy, salty scent of humans and the slightly more woody scent of an elf.

"Perhaps... I should find him," he decided. "He's a human, but maybe..." A small smile blossomed on his face, showing his pearly white teeth. "Maybe I can still grow the most beautiful flower out of him."

****

There was a unique growl that came from the sound of rubber tires chewing against cement sidewalks, the sound of a skateboard coasting along seamlessly. It was distinct, especially early in the morning. With a few pumps of his leg, Zael propelled himself forward yet again. The eighteen year old was five foot ten with raven black hair hanging down to his shoulders. A forest green beanie cap kept most of the hair in check, though two pointed ears stuck out of the sides, acting like a dam that kept his bangs and some of the hair trapped in the front.

Zael was mostly human though and his broad nose and slightly rounded chin showed that off. His green eyes scanned the ground ahead, looking for anything that might disrupt the roll of his board. He wore a green long sleeve t-shirt with a black short sleeve t-shirt layered on top, baggy khaki cargo pants and size fifteen skate shoes that dominated the board. The teenager's skin was fair and unblemished, his muscle tone fair and unremarkable. In fact he seemed quite ordinary - except for one particular detail. Few teens went to school partly erect.

The vibrations of the skateboard wheels on the ground traveled up his legs and jiggled around his ample, heavy balls before traveling down his shaft like some strange sort of lightning rod. He could feel every pebble, every variation in the ground and the sensation was quite stimulating. Then again, to Zael, everything was... Scents, sights, sensations. It seemed like everything turned him on. He jacked off when he woke up, when he was going to bed, when he was bored at home. On weekends it had to be a seven or eight times a day thing. With school getting in the way though he had to cut it down to only five, but fitting it in at school always seemed to be a challenge.

The sidewalk grew a bit rougher before it sloped down and Zael rolled down the corner and onto the crosswalk, sailing between waiting cars. With a few more pumps of his leg he reached the other side, rolling up onto the sidewalk that ran along the front of the school.

The entrance to the school was as equally impressive as the rest of the massive building: a big, towering stone arch, decorated with runes and mystic symbols coming from the traditions of all the species whose members attended the school as students or teachers. It was a veritable grimoire of power set into stone, albeit nothing more than a patchwork of different magic systems with no real purpose; it was although able to guarantee a slight increment in the mystic powers of those who were currently inside its area of effect, and especially in the classes on the front side of the building some sudden discharge of colorful and bizarre energies weren't at all unusual.

The impressive majesty and history of the school was lost on Zael as he reached its perimeter. He kicked the end of his board closest to him, sending the other side flipping up into his hand. With a practiced gesture it was deposited into a special loop of his backpack, sticking out sideways on either side. He opened the door and moved in, trying to brace his mind for the day ahead.

Once inside, the wave of scents hit him. The smell of unicorn perfume, orc musk and the herbal aroma the satyrs always seemed to have. Zael could only imagine what some of the breeds with better senses of smell had to put up with.

And indeed, one of the member of said breeds was apparently exploring the place through his nose, at least considering the way he sniffed the air around, in an almost comical fashion: tall, wiry, with almost all the muscles in his body exposed - only the buttocks were hidden behind a thin barrier of leather, their inviting shape perfectly discernible anyway - and a curtain of scarlet leaves over his shoulders. His features were sharp and elegant, and clashed a bit with the full beard enveloping the lower half of his face in a mossy embrace. When he finally laid his earth brown eyes on the skater, a smile escaped from his lips and he came closer, his green skin positively glimmering in the gentle light of the spring morning that filtered through the slightly opaque window of the hallway.

"I finally found you..." the male dryad murmured, looking at him straight in the eyes. "The smell of your flower is almost intoxicating, you know?" Zael looked up, surprised from being addressed, even more by someone so exotic. He blinked a few times before his lips formed a confused tilt.

"Uh, probably not the guy you're looking for... I don't have any flowers, bro." Zael shrugged before trying to move on. The dryad, however, gently placed a hand right over the skater's groin; he didn't press his palm over it, but his fingertips brushed against the half-erect dick of Zael.

"You are mistaken," Douglas murmured in the pointed ear of the other student. "I smelled its scent in many places in this school... So strong and pervasive. To be honest, I'm quite intrigued by you." The dryad's voice didn't sound particularly aroused or horny... More like genuinely curious. Zael, however, blushed furiously. His green eyes darted one direction and then the other, trying to determine if anyone had heard. All the while, the faintest touch of another had caused his erection to go from half to full mast, the shaft pushing his pants out into a distinctive tent.

"Not here, man..." Zael muttered, turning to the right and heading for the nearest bathroom, slamming through the door and away from the crowded halls. The dryad followed suit, his almond-shaped eyes staring at the embarrassed teenager with an amused look.

"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Sorry for that," he murmured in a friendly tone. "I am Douglas, by the way. As you can see, I'm a dryad. And you are?"

"Zael... And just an ordinary mutt, human and elf." He murmured, "But dude, what do you mean my smell?" The dryad's head tilted towards his left shoulder, his leafy hair brushing against each other and producing a noise not unlike that of a gentle breeze.

"You masturbate quite often, here at school. That's how I found you, by following the unique scent of your spilled semen," the dryad explained in an innocent tone. "I tried to find you yesterday, but you had already gone home, I think." Zael's eyes were as wide as an owl's.

"So now that you found me, what?" he murmured. The dryad, however, looked down at the checkered bathroom floor as if he, too, was suddenly sad or embarrassed.

"Well, it's just that... It seems like a waste," he admitted. "You could find a partner, enjoy that sexual energy you possess even more... Why are you content with just masturbating?"

"Not everyone can just go out and like... find a mate, I mean, this is high school. There isn't a personals board." Zael said. The dryad straightened up, his slender and defined body looking even more sinuous and elegant than the usual.

"Answer me, Zael... Do you find me attractive?" he asked, tidying his leaves behind his pointed green ear. Again Zael blushed, his manhood hardening once again.

"Well, I mean, you're amazing... Most guys our age would kill to have a beard like that... But... I mean, well, yeah..." Zael muttered. The dryad took one step forward, his nose tip mere inches from the skater's face; when he talked again, his breath was sweet and yet spicy, with a vague hint of sandalwood.

"So everything's alright," he explained in a dreamy, almost hypnotic tone, his slender hands caressing the sides of Zael's face, completely smooth without even a hint of stubble. "You find me attractive and I find you attractive."

"Is that how it works?" Zael murmured, feeling completely inexperienced in love. Douglas looked puzzled.

"Maybe?" he replied in a casual tone. "To be honest, it's my first time too. Last month, with the spring equinox, my flower had finally started growing, and I feel like I should find a mate to make it blossom properly." The explanation probably didn't make any sense for someone who wasn't a dryad. Zael considered for a long moment before his eyes widened.

"Wait, so that flower in a dryad's hair? The sort of Hawaiian look? It... It's part of you?" Zael whispered. Douglas nodded, a happy expression on his face.

"Indeed! Wanna look at mine?" he lowered his head, showing the half-elf a small, green nub nestled among the maple leaves on his head. It looked fresh, tender and ready to unfurl its petals and bloom. "It's very sensitive..."

"How sensitive?" Zael asked, reaching up, his finger ever so carefully gliding across the soft surface. The dryad moaned at the gentle touch, and his leather shorts shifted a bit, as if something had just stirred and writhed inside them.

"P-please, d-don't..." Douglas murmured in a vulnerable tone. His cheeks were now dark green, his eyes unfocused and watery. "If you keep g-going like that, I..."

"You'll what... ask me to lick it?" Zael asked gently, his eyes mischievous. The dryad just shivered and trembled, his breath now noticeably heavier. He leaned against the bathroom wall, murring and sighing quietly; despite that, his head was still lowered, his budding flower perfectly visible. Zael felt a tremble in his heart. He leaned in and slowly closed his eyes, his tongue emerging to gently probe the flower bud, to follow its contours before his lips began to slide into that warm, wet embrace. Zael was very careful but he slurped and sucked on the flower bud with great dedication, feeling rather aroused by the act as his own cock began to protest its cloth confines. Douglas let out a long and liquid sigh as his skin started emanating a flowery, distinctly sweetish smell.

At first Zael had done it just to see if he could stimulate the Dryad, but soon he felt totally captivated on his own. He sucked and slurped, pressing tighter against the dryad, his own erection raging. There would be no suitable explanation if someone burst into the bathroom and found them. Zael wasn't even fully convinced he would be able to stop even if they were caught.

Douglas was completely at the human's mercy now: he had entered the bathroom hoping to grant Zael some release, helping him to give vent to his intense and powerful horniness... and yet, in a sudden turn of event, he was the one getting pleasured, and in a way he had never thought to be possible. "I... I..." he murmured, a sugary fluid pouring from his eyes slowly, like tears. Whatever thing the dryad was hiding in his leather shorts was on frenzy, squirming and throbbing like a hooked fish.

Zael started to hump harder, in a sugary haze of passion, sucking and milking the flower for any pollen, any sap it might have. He was getting lost in it all completely - at least until the bell chimed outside, ringing its resolute warning that the time for class was swiftly approaching.

In hearing the intense sound, the warm, brown eyes of the dryad went wide; he gently pushed away the half-elf, even if his arms and fingers were shaking and unstable. "W-we... we s-should go..." he pleaded with his musical, melancholic voice. "I w-will be on the roof at lunchtime, okay?" he added, before opening the bathroom door and slip outside; he could feel his flower pulsating and palpitating among the red foliage of his hair, crying silently for the lost lips and mouth... But that wasn't the right time. Soon, maybe, but not now. Zael was left behind, watching the dryad go, slowly licking his lips. He didn't understand what had happened exactly, but he knew he would be on the roof. Nothing could change that now.

****

Luckily for Douglas, it was another sunny day. The sky was clear, without a single cloud to disrupt the perfection of the azure vault; there was even a pleasurable breeze, cool and refreshing without being chilly. The dryad loved to be able to feed on the roof, bathing directly in the rich sunlight instead of having to resort on drinking sap and water to sustain himself like he had to do during fall and winter. That day, however, his inner serenity was perturbed by a nagging and persistent feeling of anticipation: he kept wondering if Zael would have answered his plea and come to his refuge to resume their bizarre and erotic session.

Lunch had been going for a few minutes already, cutting into their time alone, but at last Douglas heard the familiar click of the door to the roof and Zael emerged. He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the light as he brushed his dark bangs out of his face. Spotting Doug, Zael smiled and blushed a bit.

"I never thought anyone else would like it up here too." he admitted.

Douglas raised his head, the cascade of scarlet maple leaves falling like a curtain on his bare shoulders: immersed in the golden light of midday, he looked like some otherworldly, almost angelic - despite the green skin - apparition. "It's the best place to feed, for me..." he explained, in an almost guilty tone. "I'm so glad you came, Zael," he added with a small smile nestled in the middle of his mossy beard.

"That's right... I mean, sunlight. I should have known." Zael said with a soft smile before chuckling, "So this IS lunch." he grinned.

"Hehe, yeah," Douglas chuckled in a rather dorky tone. He patted the warm concrete next to him with his hand. "Want to come and sit here, Zael?" Zael smiled at that and moved over, settling down next to Doug, sitting hip to hip.

"I wonder if any forest elves used to be great friends with the dryad before society came together... I mean, they both love trees." Zael smiled. Douglas raised his eyes towards the bright sky, an expression of vague happiness on his face.

"That's... a very sweet thought," he pondered. In a moment, the hints of joy in his features gave way to a small sadness. "You know, for... for us natural spirits it's very difficult to adapt to a world like this. Us dryads, the undines, the salamanders... We feel very oppressed, spending our lives among walls of stone and steel." His hand clutched the wood pendant hanging from his neck. "Sometimes, I just long for someone to hold me and make me feel less alone, I guess." Douglas ended that brief and pained monologue with a small sigh, his fingers caressing the back of Zael's hand.

Zael gave a soft expression at that before he leaned in, wrapping one arm around Douglas' shoulders, the other moving around his front, gently stroking up and down his chest just beneath the dryad's beard. Zael looked out past the roof line in consideration.

"I can't imagine what it must be like to be pulled away from everything like that... How do you have the strength to go on?" Zael asked. Douglas lowered his gaze, even though he looked visibly pleased at the attention he was receiving from the half-elf.

"You see... It is just that I feel like I have to do something for this world. Even if there are less and less dryads like me around, even if we're probably going to disappear altogether eventually... I simply cannot give you. I do not know whether or not nature is going to be smothered and destroyed by technology and progress in the future, but I want to be here. I want to show everyone that I exist, and maybe... Do something to help my trees, to help the nature at large." The dryad looked at Zael with his deep brown irises. "I am sorry, you probably want to spend some time having fun and here I am, talking about my problems..."

"Problems are more important than fun... You have to try and deal with them before fun can happen." Zael said, considering, "Have you thought about making a school club? Nature awareness or something? Unify the ones that feel out of place, maybe get some like.... field trips going, or save a wetlands?" Zael asked. Douglas tilted his head towards his shoulder a bit, his dark green lips opening like a bud on a tree branch.

"That is... an awesome idea," the dryad murmured.

"I hope it helps." Zael smiled, though as he was distracted his hand dipped into Douglas' beard and stroked through it. Zael's eyes widened in surprise at just how dense, soft, strong and slightly moist it seemed. He couldn't stop his cock from quivering a bit in his pants at just how manly Douglas was. The dryad's hand, conversely, raised to caress the skater's still beardless cheek.

"I know we have just met each other, Zael, but I think there is some kind of connection between the two of us. Maybe it is like you said, maybe our ancestors were friends and what we are experiencing is a bond that transcends time... Will you help me with this project? Explain to the other students why living in communion with nature is important?"

"Of course, I'll do anything I can to help." Zael smiled, kissing Douglas' cheek.

"Anything?" the dryad repeated. There was something indescribable and unfathomable in his expression and features, as if he was trying to hide something... even from himself.

"Well yeah, it's a worthy cause..." Zael said, trying to reassure the very lonely dryad. Douglas lowered his head in front of him again, exposing the now bigger bud; it looked ripe and swollen, ready to spread its petals. Zael had to smile a bit, excited by how much it had grown in just a few hours.

"Then help me with this, Zael. I want you to make my flower bloom," the dryad explained. Zael shifted a bit.

"How do I do that?" Zael asked, gazing into Douglas' eyes. The dryad returned the stare.

"Give it water, and love, and energy... Just like you were doing in the bathroom," he murmured in a soft tone. "This is something we dryads usually do to each other, but... I want to be you, Zael. I want you to turn me into an adult."

"Oh wow, Doug... I mean you already seem so adult. That beard, how tall you are... But I'm happy to help." Zael whispered, leaning up slowly. He nuzzled the plump, swollen flower bud before his lips parted and his tongue emerged, artfully sliding up and down the waxy exterior, coating it with saliva. Douglas shivered, his teeth burying themselves into his lower lip.

"Y-yeah, we dryads grow up pretty quickly... but there is something we cannot do unless we are in full bloom. The sign of adulthood, of maturity... The ability to reproduce," he whispered in a sultry tone.

"I don't know if coming to a guy elf is the right direction for that particular trick, but... let's see what I can do." Zael said before he plunged his lips around the bud, suckling on it as if it were a massive, engorged nipple. He let his lust run rampant as the sunlight washed over them both, warming them deeply. Douglas, in the meantime, touched and tormented his own green nipples, his cheeks flushed under his thick beard.

"I-it's happening... Nngh..." he groaned after some warm, intense minutes. He could feel the flower growing from his head pulsing and throbbing as if it was a small but powerful dick. It grew taller and wider, engorging more and more with each moment. Every bit of extra size doubled the pleasure Douglas was feeling, stripping his innocence away, planting a deep seeded and very adult need in him - but then the bud did something that no penis ever could. The waxy petals began to part, releasing a thick and sticky sap as they unfolded.

Zael pulled his mouth from the flower but the reddish purple syrup leaked from his lips and down his chin, leaving several strings connecting his mouth to the flower. It opened up wider and unfurled into its first sun bath, blossoming on Douglas' head.

"Wow," the dryad sighed with a satisfied grin on his face; he didn't realize it, but his voice had dropped down of at least an octave, still musical and smooth, but decidedly manlier. "What color is it, Zael? Tell me, please." Zael had to lick his lips several times, trying to clear it of the sap. It soaked his teeth and tongue and clung on.

"Orange... Like the perfect sunset, complimenting the red of your hair..." Zael murmured, groaning softly. His fingers were tingling, his toes, his nipples. He felt amazing. Douglas nodded, a small gesture that still was full of gravitas.

"Good." The dryad looked at the half-elf sitting next to him. "Now kiss me, Zael. Let me give you a taste of nature." It didn't sound like a request, but more like an order... albeit gentle and full of warmth and kindness. Zael would never have resisted, but something inside him told him he couldn't even if he wanted to. He lunged forward and brought his purple soaked lips to Douglas, kissing him with great urgency. The dryad wrapped his arms around the skater's body, pulling him closer and pressing his defined chest against him; his dexterous tongue played inside Zael's mouth like a slimy snake, tasting his own sap over the teeth and the palate and smiling into the kiss.

"Do you like me, Zael?" he asked after the kiss was over. "Do you find me attractive?" he repeated just like he had done in the bathroom.

"Are you kidding? You are without a doubt the sexiest man I've ever met." Zael murmured. Douglas nodded again.

"Thank you. Would you like to be like me, then?" the question had been said in a total nonchalant way, as if it was - well - just something natural, an occurrence that could have happened every day. Zael grinned at that, sucking his lips.

"Can you make me into a man?" Zael grinned, not fully understanding. Douglas smiled at him, his brown eyes now filled with a newfound level of maturity and awareness.

"I can make you into a green man," he whispered in an enticing tone.

"A green man?" Zael murmured, "Like... the hobgoblin resurgence?" The dryad raised his hand again to caress the wooden trinket hanging just beneath his beard.

"Yeah... kind of like that," Douglas murred; after one last kiss he raised back on his feet, his toned body almost shining emerald in the sun. He looked virile, strong and glorious. "I'm going to talk with some of the teachers, find a class where to hold the club activities. I'll put a announcement in the news board, so make sure to be there tomorrow... I promise I'll make a real man out of you, Zael." Zael grinned at that, loving the sound... and the man that had made the sound.

****

There hadn't been a longer day of waiting in Zael's life. He found it hard to believe what had happened to him, how everything had changed in an instant. When the doors to the school had opened at seven in the morning, he had been there. He had gone up onto the roof to contemplate. The teenager leaned against the side of the roof, the cold and wet dew filled air clinging to his creamy, ivory skin. His dark brown hair stuck out from his knit beanie cap just like the pointed tips of his ears did.

Zael thought about how it had tasted to make Douglas a man, how his voice had changed, how he had become so much more resolute. It was intoxicating, amazing, and a bit scary. For elves growth was a very slow, very long, very steady process... But Douglas was a Dryad, affected by the seasons... One day could change everything. Zael exhaled slowly, his breath catching as vapor in the air.

"I know you were going to be here," a rich, baritone voice resonated through the morning breeze. "Turn around, Zael. Look at what you did to me." The voice sent chills through Zael's body. He turned around slowly, his brown eyes searching for the source before he gasped slightly.

Douglas stood just behind him, but it was a very different Douglas than the teenage dryad Zael had helped bloom the day before: the creature sharing the rooftop of the school with him was a green man. He was at least one foot taller than the previous afternoon, with a veritable cascade of bright red maple leaves reaching his toned, supple ass, and the defined body of a Greek statue; his face was manly and virile, with a more squared jaw and piercing brown eyes under strong and thick eyebrows made out of moss just like his beard. A beard that was probably his most striking feature now: at least one foot and a half long, wide, bushy and impossibly thick, it was a carpet of pure virility, the distinctive sign of a real man and a mature nature spirit. Zael grinned, showing his pearly white teeth, and gestured with his strong hands - now sporting real, pointed black claws - to his new and improved body, from the big, bright orange flower resting in his hair to his muscled calves and thighs.

"So? What do you think?" he whispered in a supple, sultry tone.

"F... Fucking amazing... You're the sexiest guy in the school, probably the whole county... I... I can't believe that all happened in one night." Zael murmured. Douglas replied with a small smile.

"This is one of the perks of being a nature spirit: unexpected changes can happen, even in the span of a single night... Or a single day," the muscular dryad raised a hand and caressed Zael's chin. "So? Do you still want to help me with my club? I have a class reserved, we can go there... I can show you how to be closer to nature," he added, winking.

"I know you can accomplish anything now... No one's going to stand in your way... And I'll be by your side, helping in whatever modest way I can." Zael said. Douglas grabbed him by the hand and pulled him gently, leading him back inside.

"Oh, don't worry... There won't be anything modest left when I'm finished with you..." the dryad murmured in a barely audible whisper.

****

The classrooms used for club activities were all at the last floor of the school, so the two students only had to walk for a couple of minutes before reaching their destination. The room was small and dusty, but unexpectedly cozy; Douglas locked the only door behind his back with a heavy-looking and rusty key, then turned around to face his friend.

"Be honest with me, Zael," he said in a firm, yet gentle tone. "I want to know what would you like to do with me and with my body. I know your libido is exceptionally high, that is the very reason why I chose you... But my initial offer still stands true: should you need a partner to let off some steam..." The green man came closer and kissed the half-elf on the lips: his saliva was thick, and almost as sweet as honey. Zael murmured, melting into the kiss, pressing against the dryad for a long moment before he pulled back, gasping for breath.

"But you're so far out of my league now..." Zael panted, looking up - and up into Douglas' eyes... and the only thing he could read in them was complete and total acceptance and desire.

"You are the person who helped me blossom into the creature I am now... Let me return the favor, Zael..." His clawed hand went down and cupped the skater's perky ass cheeks, squeezing them.

"Will it work? Will I be green?" Zael whispered, shivering at the touch of such a male. Douglas looked at him with a pensive stare.

"Is this what you want, Zael? You gave me the power to reproduce, but I will not change you unless we both want that," the dryad explained with a kind voice.

"I want to be manly, I want to be powerful, I want... I want you to be as horny as me." Zael groaned. Douglas kissed him again, his green tongue tasting the mouth of his partner.

"Worry not, Zael... for I AM horny," and then, the green man pulled down his leather shorts, exposing his groin.

What rested between Douglas' legs was a long and tubular vine, ending up in a tapered point; its base - near the big, wrinkly scrotum hosting two peach-sized balls - was dark green, but the skin shade progressed from emerald to ruby, ending in a bright red reminiscent of the dryad's hair. The alien dick, much like a tentacle, throbbed and flailed, its tip oozing dense yellowish precum that smelled just like royal jelly. Zael's eyes grew rather milky as he started moving forward, approaching the Dryad again, reaching down to tentatively touch that majestic, magnificent, full member. He curled his fingers around it, feeling its heft.

Douglas tensed, and his green lips let out a small, heavy moan. "It is incredibly sensitive," he explained. "And it is very different from yours... If you accept my gift, your own member will become exactly like this. Do you still want to change, even after seeing that?" Zael said nothing and instead dropped to his knees. One hand hastily brought the cock to his lips, the other tearing at his pants. In but a moment his practiced gesture had freed his own cock and Douglas heard flesh on flesh as his own shaft was taken into eager elf lips. The dryad smiled, his brain starting to get clouded into a horny stupor.

"Yes... drink from me... the very essence of nature..." he murmured, his fingers caressing Zael's pointed ears, playing with the triangular tips. Zael seemed quite experienced with himself, but with Douglas there was a bit of clumsy exploration. Still, moment by moment he was improving, taking the vine cock deeper into his pursed lips, his cheeks sucking hard.

The strange, slick organ was hard, but at the same time incredibly nimble, like it was made out of green rubber; every time it was stimulated in the right way, it vibrated or let out a small stream of thick, delicious pre as a reward of sorts... It was quite unlike any other dick in the whole school. Zael murmured around the cock, sending vibrations along the shaft as he worked harder and harder.

He felt so amazing being able to open up with his sexuality, to engage with someone else. It was like taking everything up to the next level... and it made Zael all more thankful for Douglas. The dryad kept caressing his face with careful fingertips, energy emanating from his skin like electricity: it was his very first experience with sex, since he hadn't been sexually mature until the day prior, and the sensation of having his dick sucked was something totalizing and completely different from what he had ever felt in his life.

Zael edged his head further and further down the cock, nudging into the mossy bush beyond, feeling the flow of life in the plant shaft. It was so much better than he had expected sex to be. It made him crave it all the more, his libido soaring to new heights.

Douglas could feel the wooden pendant around his neck pulsating and growing warm against his green skin; the dryad could feel life getting infused back into the wood sigil, making it sprout new, tender leaves. It was gathering energy, the energy of sex, of life... Although it still wasn't enough to trigger the change. It needed more passion, a stronger and deeper bond... Something the dryad was completely up to.

Zael had never been much vested outside of his own sphere of libido before. He was unaware of the magic at play, the changes, anything but the physical pleasure he could gain from the experience and what he could do to pleasure Douglas. He worked hard, loving the sweet taste of the dryad's fluids. It was so fruity it sent shivers down his spine.

Douglas let the half-elf suck his vine dick for several long, hot minutes, but no matter how much the dryad was enjoying the moment, the magical energy inside the mystical trinket didn't seem to raise above a certain level. There was something else that had to be done, that was clear, but what? The natural spirit touched Zael's face to attract his attention and looked at him with his benevolent, earthy eyes.

"I think we should be more... intimate, Zael," he murmured. "Truly become one." Zael slowly pulled off, his lips tinted green from the precum.

"How? What do we do?" Zael whispered. Douglas bit his lips for a moment, unsure on how to explain what he somehow felt was the right way to reproduce.

"I think you should let me... penetrate you," he explained in a quite bashful tone.

"Really? Here?" Zael asked, a bit surprised but smiling. He slowly stood up and brought his pants down lower, turning to reveal his smooth, hairless elf posterior. A green, long index finger caressed the crack between the two ass cheeks.

"I know it is not the best place to mate for the first time... But again, this classroom will become our club, a sanctuary devoted to nature. I cannot think of anything more appropriate to consecrate this place than to spill our seed," the hand went down to caress Zael's ready and erect dick. "Your last human seed and your first dryad one, death and rebirth... That's what nature is about, after all."

"And all I have to do is drink in your sap?" Zael asked with a loving smile. Douglas put on a thoughtful, distant expression.

"It is more than just that, Zael... It may seem easy, but it is a very intimate process. We will become as close as two living beings - as two natural spirits - might ever be; I will share my power with you, I will help you sublimate your being into something completely new." The dryad then smirked, an almost mischievous smile on his broad manly face. "But yeah, all you have to do is let me spray my seed inside your ass."

"You are such a perv..." Zael chuckled, "Well, plant your seed plant boy." He grinned, grabbing his ass cheeks, pulling them wide. Douglas chuckled.

"I am sorry, Zael, I have no idea what that word means..." He positioned himself behind the half-elf, and his dick started smearing his copious pre all over the pink pucker, lubing it. "I just want to, how do you say... fuck the hell out of you, I think?"

"Then come at me..." Zael murmured, working on his own rod as he prepared for the dryad's to invade his ass deep. The manly dryad's hand wrapped around Zael's and started pumping the boy's dick.

"I want you to cum too," Douglas murmured. His pointed prick pushed against the tender, virgin ass of the skater, until the barrier of flesh finally started to give up and the bright red tip slithered in.

"I-I-I don't... think that'll be a problem..." Zael panted hard, writhing gently as the shaft entered him. His eyes slid shut slowly as a wondrous, dazed look crossed his face. The dryad caressed the side of the face of his lover, still bare and smooth - but not for much longer - with his free hand.

"This is my very first time having sex," Douglas confessed. After all, before the birth of his flower and especially after his sudden bout of maturity he had never had a real libido. "I hope I will be able to satisfy you completely."

"You're... already so good, and you... just started." Zael moaned, pushing his ass back, eyes clenched shut. Douglas nodded, a concentrated expression on his face; he pushed his flanks forward, and his nimble dick - like a vegetal snake - buried himself deeper and deeper inside the body of the young skater, stimulating his prostate and kicking his brain into overdrive; the crimson point kept dripping the thick, sugary pre.

"And think about how good will you be, after your rebirth," he murmured, the huge flower in his hair spreading yellowish pollen in the air all around his head. The pollen carried on the wind a bit, but some fell down across Zael, settling on his dark hair, standing out in stark contrast. Zael moaned deeper.

"I want to be so sexy you'll never be able to resist me..." Zael whispered, his fingers tightening and releasing; the dryad grinned, still caressing the skater's face: under his fingers, he could see the skin getting punctured by tiny, tender green hair, very similar to strands of grass. There was enough bodily fluids inside of his body for the changes to be triggered now, although Douglas couldn't honestly wait for the half-elf to bloom completely as a full natural spirit.

"Oh, I am sure you will be, Zael... You will be like a tree, strong, tall and big..." the red-leafed dryad's voice was deep and smooth, a balm for the skater's pointed ears.

"And people will want to take shelter beneath the shade of my big wood?" Zael asked, a mischievous smile crossing his lips as he tried to keep his body movements in harmony with Doug's. The green man's smile widened.

"Definitely. And they will surely want to savor the taste of the sweet fruit you will bear..." he added, his hand going down to caress and fondle the young man's ball sack; his vine-like cock pulsed and throbbed inside Zael's body, spurting a generous amount of pre, that was immediately absorbed by its internal organs. The half-elf's hair grew at least a couple of inches longer in the span of a seconds, the roots starting to tinge green.

"M-m-more..." Zael stuttered, "Fertilize me, make me grow..." he begged. He couldn't see the changes, but he could feel them. His balls felt like expanding water balloons, his nipples throbbed, his feet pulsed, his cock was growing heavier. He loved every second of it. Douglas petted his hair as the green wave reached their tip.

"Worry not... As soon as I will spray my seed inside you, you will grow strong..." the dryad begin to pump at a faster pace, his green sack producing dull slapping noises against Zael's inflating balls. "But first, I want you to cum. Get rid of your semen, so that your new juices can fill you."

To both of their surprise, perhaps out of Zael's many years of practice, he came on command, sending out the pure ivory white semen of one with elf lineage, spraying the cum across the worn floor of the remote classroom. Douglas sucked some air inside in surprise, inhaling some of his pollen and tasting his own flower.

"That was quite incredible, Zael..." the dryad murmured. "I am quite impressed. I wonder if you will keep surprising me like this... I really hope you will. No, I am sure of it." He smiled as he felt the ball sack under his fingers inflating again, the testicles growing and expanding and the new juicy fluid refilling the scrotum.

"Fuck me hard Doug, give me all of your wood..." Zael moaned, pushing back more, feeling intoxicated from the supernatural splendor of their first time together. Douglas grabbed Zael's slender hips and began to thrust rougher and harder: the scent of his pollen had made his brain go haywire, and all he could think right now was the desire to reproduce, to create another sexy, muscled, bearded green man like him. He growled and moaned, his dick flapping inside Zael, against the walls of his lower intestines.

Zael did the best he could to assist, clenching and releasing his ass, tilting his hips to change the friction, providing changes in environment to keep Douglas off guard, to make his cock hum with anticipation. The pounding went on for several more minutes, until the mesmerized dryad felt his cock and balls throb, spilling hot and sticky fluid directly inside the skater's body; with a blissful smile on his face, he could feel his own cum soaking the organs of the young man, absorbing it and the ancestral power within it.

"I cannot wait to see how sexy are you going to be," the dryad murmured, his vine dick still buried deep inside the half-elf's perky ass.

"Then don't wait..." Zael begged, feeling the surges through his own body, knowing his entire form was drinking in the power of the dryad. His life was going to change forever, but he welcomed that, he thirsted for that... and he couldn't wait either. Douglas pulled himself out of the skater's body, his tentacle-like member now quite limp; the tip was still dripping fat, thick drops of clear goo over the floor; and where a small puddle formed, something started to happen: it was like the room itself was sprouting buds and leaves, absorbing the pure natural power of the full-formed dryad.

The wood molding seemed to freshen up, growing softer, filling with traces of long forgotten sap as new leaves started pushing outwards. Long forgotten, dried out planter boxes began to produce sprouts and a thin mesh of interweaving vines began forming, snaking across the ground. Zael panted hard, groaning, inhaling the scent deeply, his entire body tingling from head to toe.

The changes started in a very subdued way, with a dull sensation of pain spreading inside Zael: since its internal organs had taken the brunt of the dryad's sperm, it was inevitable that they were going to be the first ones to change. His digestive system was the one affected the most by the transformation: it became simpler, since all Zael was going to need from that point onwards was the light of the sun and some water and sugar from time to time... substances that Douglas would have been more than happy to provide, thanks to his rich sap-like cum.

Zael inhaled sharply, bending forward a bit more, feeling the shifting and churning. His intestines felt like they were getting wrangled, squirming around like unhappy snakes before settling again. His eyes were distant and unfocused from the sensation. Douglas, wanting to help him, offered him his arm to grab; the dryad looked a bit concerned and preoccupied.

"Is everything alright, Zael?" he asked, looking at his lover; the skin of his groin area was getting darker and most of all greener, his sparse and curly pubic hair now thicker and resembling strands of grass. "Are you in pain?"

"It'll be okay, it's just like a..." Zael trailed off, looking down, a grin crossing his face. His fingers reached down and began dragging through the long, straight, soft, lush and green pubes that hung from his groin. His eyes soon rolled into the back of his head and he let out a long and satisfied groan. Douglas gave him a tentative smile, before he too caressed the mutating part of the half-elf's body.

"I see it is getting better..." he murmured. Under his fingertips, he could feel the skin of the skater's dick becoming more rubbery; the length of the member increased, while its mushroom shaped head was twisted and deformed beyond recognition, turning bright red as the urethra became wider, effectively separating the tip into two distinct - and almost painfully sensitive - halves. Douglas gave a good squeeze at the base of the new cock as it was becoming emerald in color. "How does it feel? Is it better than your old one?"

Zael tried to speak but he only murmured as lime tinged semen began to ooze out of the newly changed cock. He took on a dope grin and the flow of seed increased, and then increased again, flowing down over Douglas' hand like a fountain; the dryad scooped up some of the strangely colored cum and brought it to his nostrils, taking a deep sniff.

"You are becoming a bit different than I am. I like that," he said, before presenting the fluid-stained hand to Zael. "Lick it. Taste what are you becoming." Like a dog in heat, Zael couldn't resist his instincts. He leaned in and began lapping at his own semen without reservation, in turn producing even more of the substance as his groin bush continued to grow longer. Douglas smiled, as he witnessed the tongue and lips of the young boy turning green too.

"Let me taste it myself," he murmured, before leaning over and kissing him, his own tongue collecting the lingering aroma of Zael's mutated sperm: it was less sweet than his own, but at the same time more intense and strong... almost intoxicating. Douglas couldn't help but moan in the kiss: the horny skater in front of him was clearly evolving into the most beautiful and perfect creature in existence, at least judging from how wonderful his seed tasted.

"If you want to taste it... I have plenty." Zael moaned, reaching up to run his fingers through Douglas' beard, feeling the mossy strands, how plump and luscious they were. The dryad bit his lips, conflicted: on the one hand, he wanted to witness Zael's growth with his own eyes... but on the other hand, the taste of that heavenly fluid was too good to resist; the muscled green man fell on his knees, his plump lips hungrily wrapping around the vine-like dick of the skater. His hands cupped around Zael's ass cheeks, feeling them expanding a bit under his palms.

"Oh spirits, even my butt is getting bigger..." Zael chuckled gently, wiggling his ass a bit in the hands that held them before he groaned louder, feeling his shaft slide into that hot, wet, soft, slick and gooey mouth of the dryad. To be exact, everything of him was becoming bigger, or wider, or longer: his feet, for example, cracking gently and painlessly as they extended to reach a size 16. No more skate shoes for the young man, not that he would've needed them anyway: dryads tend to walk around on their bare feet, after all, to feel the power of the soil and the earth creeping up through their bodies, making them stronger and healthier. The surge of power tinged his toenails black and turned them into small but positively hard and pointed claws, before travelling up towards his body; the thighs and calves, when the wave of ancestral energy passed through them, developed rock-hard, virile muscles covered by a dense carpet of grass-like hair.

Despite the power, despite the surge, Zael was focused on the mouth around his shaft. He pumped it in, he drove it down Douglas' throat until his mossy beard was lost in the former elf's grassy bush, the two melding. The dryad, conversely, devoted all the energies in his handsome body to sucking the thick and nimble dick squirming inside his mouth and down his throat, milking it of its lime-colored ambrosia; Douglas was aware that he shouldn't have indulged in such an act, that he was rapidly and irreversibly getting addicted to the substance, but he didn't care. He planned to stay as close as possible to Zael from that day onwards anyway, after all.

Zael panted and groaned louder and louder, his voice dropping in pitch bit by bit. His brown hair was lightening in color as it grew down past his shoulders, sloping down his back. His hairless chest started to get some growth too as soft green strands emerged from the flesh that was shifting to match it in color. Douglas opened his earth brown eyes once again and stared upwards, looking at the abdomen of the skater burning what little body fat it still had, revealing a set of very firm and regular abs, square and hard like a wall of bricks; with a half-moan of wonder he raised a hand and caressed them, tracing the contours of the muscles with his fingertips.

The skater's chest heaved, rising and falling as he felt new strength, vigor and power course through him. He was starting to feel it all. Beneath that power there was a softness. Beneath that virility there was a stillness. He could feel a gentle flow, the tug of the earth beneath him. It was amazing, serene, and deeply infectious; it was like a call, or a song maybe, coming directly from under his feet, even if his soles weren't touching the ground directly: the wooden planks of the floor, revived by the conjoined power of the sap the two of them had been producing, was already powerful enough - already alive enough - to remember how it had felt to be part of a tall and majestic tree.

The wave of energy went up, wrapping gentle green fingers - like tender leaves of spring - around his young heart, turning it into a simpler and at the same time more powerful organ, able to pump chlorophyll through the soon-to-be dryad's enlarging body. Despite the metamorphosis, Zael kept going. He thrust into Douglas' mouth, stroked his hair and gently pet the flower on his head. He was loving every moment of his long, plant shaft drooling intense amounts of pre-sap.

The red-haired dryad was lost in pleasure: it was his first time sucking someone's dick, and a dick just like his very own to boot; the idea of giving pleasure to someone else using his mouth and lips and experimenting such joy and bliss in return was so intense it almost seemed unfair to him. For a moment, his mind brought him back to the previous afternoon, to the very moment when Zael had sucked his flower and made it blossom... And now it was his turn: he couldn't wait to see the color of his lover's soul and spirit in the petals nestled among his full, green mane of hair.

Zael kept working it, his head lolled back as he thrust. The green pigment on his skin enclosed the last quarters of pink before they were gone, though somehow Zael seemed slightly monochromatic. From his green skin to his green hair, it all was blending together. The swelling bulb extending from his skull offered the one chance to break the monotony, to change his species, to give him distinction... though the other changes still continued.

Every moan to escape the skater's mouth was filtered through a lengthening grassy beard, the mustache sweeping down over his lips, the mane extending from his cheeks and chin, dropping down inch by inch until it rested against his collarbone. It also grew upwards, connecting with his head hair right next to his decidedly pointier and longer ears - longer than even those Douglas was sporting, probably thanks to his partial elven heritage - creating sideburns that were bushy in the literal sense of the term.

The hair growth didn't stop there, of course; with every fast, deep breath Zael took, his chest ballooned outward a little bit, until his pecs had turned into juicy and defined slabs of emerald green meat and - as if they were twin hills - covered in a field of thick grass that surrounded two wide, dark green and extremely sensitive nipples.

Douglas could feel a shift, a change: Zael's ample balls were preparing to unleash their load, their bonding experience was nearly complete. Spring had come and brought with it a time of change. The dryad was quite sure that Zael was going to spray his first new seed the moment his flower bloomed; and indeed, the ever expanding bud emerging from his straight hair looked ready to unleash its wild and powerful pollen for the whole world to smell. The former half-elf closed his eyes for a moment, and when he reopened them the color of his irises had shifted to a deep and intense shade of amethyst, giving him a more mystical look that went along perfectly with his new, radically different nature.

"D... Doug!" Zael moaned, gasping and shifting. While it was hard to see into his mouth, his canine teeth had blunted. In fact, all his teeth seemed flatter and more even. Even his tongue had changed, taking on the faint impressions of the veins along a leaf. With just a few more moans his back arched, his balls pulsed and a syrupy sweet flood of sap gushed down Douglas' throat toward his stomach.

Douglas diligently gulped down the fluid getting sprayed into his mouth, his brown eyes rolled in the back of his head. The seed produced by Zael had such a powerful and intense texture! It was even a bit spicy with a hint of wasabi, a perfectly counterpart to his own sweet sperm. Some fat drops of lime-colored substance escaped from the corner of his lips and fell on the ground, mixing with the clear druid cum already staining and revitalizing the wooden floor and sending the planks into overdrive: new leaves and buds kept sprouting in a never-ending torrent of new vegetal life.

Towering over him like a young and strong sequoia tree, Zael was now a dryad, a fellow spirit of the forests... almost. The flower in his hair, in fact, still remained stubbornly closed. Zael murmured and moaned as he rode the waves of his ecstasy, spilling his seed into such a lovely mouth... but Zael, in all his time experiencing self love, had not been seeking out the perfect hole. He had been dreaming of sharing himself with someone.

Zael slowly withdrew himself from his partner and moved to crouch down, taking Douglas' head in his hands before he kissed the fellow dryad, tasting his own essence on Douglas' lips. The fellow spirit, still feeling vulnerable and full of simple orgasmic joy, responded eagerly to the kiss, their green tongues lost in an ancient, almost primeval and ritualistic, dance of passion.

"I have been seeking you because I knew your libido was high and powerful," Douglas confessed in a bashful tone after the kiss was over. "But now I realized that what I feel for you, Zael, is not a simple desire for reproduction... I love you, and I want to be with you." His fingertips touched the flower bud in the newly-born dryad's mane of hair, with very delicate and careful gestures. "Will you let me return the favor? Make you complete, as you did to me yesterday?"

"Did it feel good, when I did it?" Zael whispered, his voice deep and silky now. Douglas murred in reply, brushing his mossy beard against his lover's grassy one. The sensation of their facial hair touching each other was exhilarating and extremely intimate at the same time.

"It felt incredible. You made me into what I am now, and I made you into what you are now... No one will be able to take us apart," cupping Zael's chin with his strong hand, Douglas pulled him down, and his tongue lapped the flower bud once, leaving a small trail of dense sugary saliva over it. Zael shivered, gasping gently. If he had still been part elf he would have expected to get goose bumps, but instead the tiny green hairs along his arm stood up to attention without bumps, as if they were stretching toward the sun.

Douglas wrapped his plump lips around the flower and started bathing it with his rich drool and slathering it with his dexterous tongue. It was - of course - smaller than the dick he had just sucked, and most of all it was extremely delicate, the very essence of a dryad... and it was going to be his, just like he had become irreversibly linked to Zael after the former half-elf had made him bloom.

Zael shuddered more and more, panting, drooling into his beard even as his cock began to leak again, dribbling onto the floor. Zael reached up, holding Doug's head to his own, feeling such intense euphoria. Douglas smiled, feeling the sensations coursing through Zael's body as if they were his own, and the tiny yet noticeable throbs of the flower in his mouth; his lips parted, letting the petals free to unfold.

"Oh Doug!" Zael moaned, nearly going limp, his muscles twitching as he came and came. The other dryad gently held him in his muscular arms.

"It's of the same blue as the sky," he murmured in wonder and amazement. "The color of true, pure freedom." Douglas kissed Zael again, the smell of the new dryad's sperm making him feel dizzy and prone to lust. "You are so incredible, my love..."

"Blue? Blue... Oh, blue is lovely." Zael whispered softly, nuzzling against Doug. As they cuddled, a few teal streaks crept through Zael's hair, lightening the green and giving it contrast from his skin. Douglas looked around: the two of them were sitting on a veritable carpet of grass, soft to the touch and unmistakably alive and verdant despite growing from what was supposed to be dead wood; his lips curled upwards into a grin.

"Now we are equal, Zael. You too can reproduce, just like I did," he whispered. "We should find other students and show them how to be more in tune with nature, what do you think?"

"I think... this will be a great time of growth and change for everyone, and that nature will have two very strong advocates." Zael smiled, caressing Douglas tenderly. The other dryad nodded.

"Although, before of that we should really make this room our rightful headquarters... Instill life in everything inside of here. Only one way to do that comes to mind..." And his meaty fingers wrapped around Zael's vine-like prick.

"What do you think they'll say about their new garden?" Zael asked, starting to thrust into Douglas' hands; the red-haired spirit gave him an amused smirk.

"Oh, I am sure they will... grow to love it," he exclaimed.