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Disclaimer - All of the locals would recommend avoiding this story. It leads to the misty part of the woods where people who wander never return. Then again, if you feel you really must, you should first touch the nail in the side of the door and take a bag of clovers with you. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Sylvan Souled

His breath rung in his ears as his feet tore through the spongy heather, but the bells were always louder, effervescent tinkling grating across his senses. The landscape that whipped by was supersaturated, colors beaming even through the light wispy fog that made it impossible to see more than the next few trees of the dense forest that blocked his way.

He couldn't remember how he had gotten here, only that he'd been wandering the forest for days. None of the plants had been familiar, and so he didn't eat, holding out until the hunger had stabbed at his insides. Now a different sensation radiated from his belly as he crashed through a taller bush with blue and copper leaves, boots catching on the zig-zagging twigs as he stumbled, falling only briefly before rising up and launching himself away from the seductive chimes growing ever closer behind him.

The tree had been there in a clearing, white bark illuminated by whatever sun could cleave through the mists as its green and silver leaves rustled in the wind with a faint melodic ringing. Stepping forward tentatively, he had felt the calm immediately wash over him, his eyes falling on the one ripe golden orange fruit that hung on a branch before him, bobbing gently like it was being offered as he stared. Shaken from his memories, a new noise joined the twinkling bells as he fled, a deep groaning rising to a loud squeal like a nail being slowly torn from an uncured board. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as his guts seemed to resonate with the sylvan growl.

The taste had been immaculate. He couldn't even remember hesitating, just the wet crunch of the taut skin breaking in his teeth and a sudden burst of bitter and sweet flavor, like currants and cloves. It melted in his mouth like butter as he took bite after bite, thick juice running down his chin. Not daring to look behind him, his heart beat in his throat, feet feeling thick and clumsy as he felt like he was getting nowhere. The forest itself seemed to be against him as the creaking growls grew in volume, seemingly encouraged by the tittering bells.

The seeds rattled against his teeth, but didn't stop his ravenous gluttony. The only thing that halted his progress was when there was nothing left save the stains of rich juice on his shirt. For the first time in this place, he had felt content and comforted. Looking up wide eyed at the boughs of the tree, he whispered two words through his awe struck lips:

"Thank you."

The mistake burned in the back of his mind: you never thanked anything in a place like this. Dread chimed in his ears as he heard the beautiful clangor draw the rumbling wooden sounds out: faster and louder, boughs shaking on the edges of his vision as things slid over the mossy ground like earthy shadows: there one second and then gone the next, reminding him of her eyes . . . It was impossible. The tree hadn't changed, but now she simply was. He looked up past her green and silver dress, thorned vines curling around her pale skin as her hay-like silken hair blew in an unseen wind. The edges of her fine lips curled up slightly as she reached forwards, twiggy fingers lowering towards him. He was too shocked to move as she pressed a thin digit against his belly, and he felt something move inside of him. A serene pulsing twist of pleasure that had terrified him with its intensity as it radiated out from the seeds in his stomach.

Even now his belly twisted, feelers of straining sensation fanning out inside of him. The sensation was like being homesick . . . but he couldn't remember which home . . . the only reason he wasn't running towards her welcoming birch white arms was that . . . that . . . His mind swam, something fueling his terror despite the odd swelling calmness radiating out through his body.

The sensation was so distracting that he didn't notice the beasts as they surrounded him, falling back in shock as something crashed through the underbrush in front of him. It had a long sinuous body of writhing vines, thorn-like talons that dug into the loam, and a wreath of magenta iris petals with gold highlights surrounding its snapping nearly featureless muzzle of living wood. He spun as he fell, hand skidding against the loamy earth as he threw himself to the side before encountering another sylvan beast, its braided tail of vines lashing behind its ropey body as its mane of violet and white petals raised like arboreal hackles.

The sound of wood grinding against wood grew, resonating from the beasts' impossible leafy bodies, the duo's growling joined by the third and final prowling beast whose thick neck of interwoven muscle-like vines was wreathed with the wispy orange petals that reminded him of a snapdragon. Their almost beak-like faces closed in as the man's pulse rose. He tried to back up, but he was surrounded, the hazy forest swimming in his vision as he looked up in horror.

The slender branch of the tree above him shimmered, long white slender fingers draped in an effervescent green gown. She was there, smiling down at him with her beaming radiance as a drop of dew grew, glistening in the white light before dripping down towards him, seeming to float in the air as it descended, its rippling surface undulating before it splashed against his head in a shockingly cold deluge of sylvan essence.

Gasping, he shook his head, the crystal clear water seeming to seep into his every pore as the serpentine arboreal hounds closed in. He raised his hands over his face as the magenta hued monster leaned in, muted features of its visage inches away, its viney body creaking as the other two closed in as well.

A snap of jaws and savage shaking. Cloth straining and wood groaning. Muscles tensed in fear as the sensations in his stomach turned to something approaching anticipation.

But as he looked through his fingers, his flesh was unharmed, and the only things missing were the last vestiges of his artifice, his shirt and pants torn asunder as the snapdragon tugged off his boots like a growling dog prizing at a bone. Even though the beasts had no noses or eyes, they seemed to sniff at him, flowery manes ruffling up and then contracting. His belly pulsed with growing heat as he watched their odd tightly knit forms pace around him until the violet leaned in in front of him once more, edging forwards as it opened its serrated jaws.

Breath puffing, the man tried to stay still, feeling like the great plant was testing him, coiled verdant body ready to spring if he moved. A green writhing stalk snaked out of its wide jaws, undulating like a flag billowing in the wind as it flicked against his cheek with its thicker budded tip. Its body creaked as it brushed against that cold clear water on his skin: the blessing of the woman in green. He kept his mouth closed tight as the alien protuberance slid against his lips, the crinkling noises of the beast's movements ringing in his ears as his mind raced, thoughts stuck on their twisting arboreal bodies.

The movement of the magenta iris trimmed creature made his wide eyes stare down as its rough bark covered face butted against his belly, jaws grinding open as its own snaking green tendril rubbed down towards his maleness. The thick bud at the end of the emerald vine opened slightly, oozing out an amber sap that dripped down over his sensitive skin. Immediately his flesh began to tingle, heart racing as his cock throbbed, tingling surging into a seething fire of blissful sensation as his hands wrapped around the thing's arboreal head in shock, not sure whether to push it away or draw it closer.

The other pulsing bulb prodded at the edges of his lips as he huffed through his nose, taking in the minty scent in the air that made the warmth grow in his belly and his cock throb harder and harder, pressed up against his slickened stomach. The magenta monster's bulb at the end of its vine-like tongue pulsed, tip spreading apart like a green blossom, running up the edge of his cock before angling downwards, pressing its slick green opening against the head of his length before sliding over him, engulfing his manhood in one slick squelch. He hissed, feeling it pulse in tingling inhumanly rhythmic pulses around his turgid maleness.

The ceaseless sensation caused him to gasp, chin pulling up as the violet wreathed beast opened its jaws wider with a creak, green vine sliding past his now parted lips with a sudden snaking squelch. He could feel the slippery bulbous bud at the end fan out in his mouth before a thick cloyingly sweet nectar welled out from it. The man choked at first, trying to pull back, biting down at the fibrous protrusion, teeth seemingly ineffective as the winding tentacle pressed against the back of his mouth, causing him to gag as it slid down the back of his throat, leaking an amber goo that radiated a twisting warmth into his insides. It seemed to resonate with the feelings from his clenched belly where he could feel something stirring, twisting sensations spreading out through his body.

Backing up only caused him to bump into the strange woven bulk of the twisted beast with snapdragon petals around its impassive head, its thick two-clawed legs braced against the ground as it rubbed its rough muzzle against the soft white skin of his back. The wooden groan as it opened its jaws resonated through the man's jawbone as its own vivid green tongue-vine snaked out against his back, sliding down, smearing a trail of tingling amber liquid as it slid over his spine. His own choked groan resounded as that leaking budded whip ground down between the edges of his buttocks, trailing tingling icy heat behind it before smearing its opened budded tip up against his exposed anus, pressed against him with pulsing intent before grinding forwards.

His body ached in the most pleasant of ways, his mind racing to keep up with the sensations as his cock was suckled tighter and harder, his throat was swabbed with cloying sweetness, and that green bulb behind him slid smoothly into his ass. He almost wanted there to be pain, but at each point the floral beast's appendages made contact with him, his body tingled with sensation, like he could feel his flesh moving around under his skin. It should have been truly horrifying . . . but it was getting harder and harder to think of the sensations as foreign at all. There was a warm wave of comfort that rose up inside of him while the tingling sap from the impossible creatures all seemed to seep into his belly, increasing the pleasure that radiated in his twisting core.

Falling back with the overload of pleasure, his rump pressed back against the soft mossy ground, bud still inside of him connected through the thick undulating stalk, writhing deeper as his insides twisted and began to writhe back. The man's cock pulsed and throbbed as the slick insides of the rustling violet's tendril stretched around it, squeezing and thrumming until he couldn't bear the pleasure any more, his testes squeezing as he began to come, warm human seed mixing with the cool amber sap as he moaned. The thick vine that slid through his now loose lips plunged deep into his growing center, pumping him full of thick sap as his senses began to change. He could feel the earth under him, not just against his rump, but fanning out in all directions as if he were being spread out through the forest, feeling something there that was greater than his own isolated self: something sublime, but strangely enticing.

As his cock shook and he spilled his last drops of human seed, his testicles pulled back tighter and tighter under his shaft until there was nothing there but taut skin. As his maleness strained, it was pulled longer and longer, skin becoming thick and sylvan as it was coaxed out by the writhing vine engulfing it. His transforming flesh bulged unseen, feelings multiplying as his vine like shaft began to split, thick vegetable filaments grinding together as his eyes went wide, the pleasure both incomprehensible and overwhelming.

There was a tug from below him as the snapdragon jerked on its probing oral vine. Its bulb was stuck surprisingly fast as his ass seemed oddly connected to the ground now. As he twisted and looked, he saw that there were vines and creepers descending from his body into the ground, the floral beast pulling its own writhing tendril out from among them with a pop, shaking its mane as it looked towards him quizzically. His breath should have been racing . . . but instead he realized dully that he wasn't even breathing, and couldn't remember when he had stopped. There was something unsettling about his movements being constrained, but at the same time, the was also a strong sense of coming home, his senses fanning out around him, greeted by every living thing in the soil.

His throat squeezed and contracted around the leaking bud inside of him, muscles feeling like they were rolling and coiling around it. Jaws feeling stiff, he creaked them open as his lips began to darken, becoming tough like bark as the violet maned creature began to pull its snaking appendage back up from his insides. As his face seemed to stretch forwards, the slippery vine caressed his tongue, coiling around it before sliding the bulbous end over his still pink fleshy writhing mass, squelching contractions somehow resonating all the way down his throat to his pulsing core.

By the time the creature framed by magenta petals started to pull back from his cock, his head was swimming with changing sensations, the call of the earth making the creatures seem less monstrous, and more . . . natural, even to the point of being appealing. But even with the growing feeling of euphoria, his eyes widened in shock as the bulging bud slid back, revealing what was there in grinding inches . . . and then feet of writhing brown and green vines that radiated out from between his legs. With horrifying pleasure, he watched the dozen tendrils writhe and separate, each seemingly moving like it was possessed even though he was aware of every twist and turn.

The ends of the vines radiating out pressed against his chest and belly, burrowing their way under his oddly unfeeling skin. Other bulges rose up from inside of him, rough creepers poking out and entwining with the other thick tendrils, forming and interlocking lattice of vegetation that looked like the bodies of the odd beasts that rose once more to pace around him. His skin bulging and twisting was horrific, but he was too busy feeling the strength of his new interlocking form coalesce, sinewy vines straining like muscles as they crept over his body both inside and out. He could feel every single one move as if it were a limb returned to an amputee who had never realized his misfortune.

One of the beasts nudged forwards against his back, pressing him down onto his hands and knees. His body strained and then shivered as he pulled the mass of roots connected to his rear from the ground as they writhed up in a frazzled mess, shaking free the rich loam as the dwindling filaments all rubbed together in a disorganized mess. He could feel every single one in exquisite detail as they were exposed to the air for the first time. It felt slightly disconcerting, like being torn away from his mother . . . from the earth itself. As his thoughts drifted towards her smiling beatific face, his hands and toes began to writhe, new roots pressing through the hollow skin of his digits and sinking into the damp soil, anchoring him to nature as his body-vines continued to twist and engulf his feeble human frame, surging with symbiotic strength.

The snapdragon's tongue-like tendril twisted itself into the frazzled array of roots and vines protruding from the man's hindquarters. As the tendril interlaced its way into the bushy mass, weaving through the sensitive disarray, the man felt each individual fiber writhe towards it like moths to a flame. The sensation of all of his myriad parts weaving themselves together around the beast's guiding tendril was immense as his body knit itself a tail, thick and earthy brown at the base, but curling to a vibrant thin green tip that coiled against the beast's odd tongue-like appendage as it pulled back, leaving a dribble of amber sap hanging from the undulating tail's tip.

As the violet beast's budded tendril suckled at his tongue, his body was beginning to change faster, empty flesh being covered by creeping vines both without and within. The sensations in his mouth trailed all the way through his thickening throat as the sweet suckling sensations flared into electric sensitivity at the tip. The beast drew out the man's tongue, a thick green length that glistened in the white haze of the forest. As it slid off from around his forming appendage, the man's half lidded eyes crossed, watching the end of his new oral appendage blossom into a thick bud, tip fanning out into vestigial emerald leaves, leaking a thick saccharine sap from the center, laced with his own essence, a minty blend of spice and need.

Every aspect of his being became entwined, each body part connected to all of the others as the vines and creepers seethed down his arms and legs to where his roots sunk into the soil. The iris frilled its magenta mane as it rubbed its woven body against him, somehow communicating its satisfaction with his changes before its tendril-like tongue slid out of its creaking vaguely animal jaws, featureless bark-like face impassive even though the man could hear its eagerness as its coiled fibrous body rubbed against his own.

The dripping bud of the iris drug around his thickening neck, urging on the tendrils that were seeping up from his shoulders. The only sensation that remained constant was the strange tingling that the thick sap had on his body as the beast ruffled its petals and carefully encircled his neck with its thick oral vine. The odd pulsing noose squeezed tighter and tighter, inhumanly strong, but oddly not painful in the least as it cinched up seeming to melt against the layer of sap before the thing pulled back with an odd creaking snap of its jaws.

Baffled, the man saw the broken end of the vine that served as the beast's tongue roll slowly back into its mouth, even as he felt the tight green collar left around his neck squeeze and shift. The sensation was indescribable and unsettling as the thick green band around his neck began to sprout thorns that sank into his thick vegetable bonds of being. He could feel himself bleeding, but instead of blood, it was thick amber sap welling out from each wound. There was an odd bout of discomfort, followed by a lancing cool sensation that jolted through him, the bands around his sinuous body tightening around the seeds inside of him as his widening wooden jaws creaked open in panic and pleasure.

His entire body surged, shaking from head to undulating tail tip as the sap began to harden, and around his thick white petals began to fan out like those of a massive lily, each tinged with gold highlights. They pulsed longer and wider, beginning to shake and undulate as they became elegant sloping points that closed in around his head and then all frilled back, stretching for the first time as he could feel the misty light of this place sinking into them, making him a perfect union of land and sky.

As the man shook his new regal mane, the Violet and the Snapdragon both nuzzled against him, their own flowers shaking against his own. Their snaky tendrils brushed over his face, leaving sweet sticky trails that seeped into his hardening wooden skin. His head began to change, becoming thicker, features pushed forwards into something vaguely animal: maybe avian, maybe canine, or maybe nothing of the sort.

His nose was smoothed over, and he did not breathe.

His ears melted back against him, and he did not hear.

His eyes were sealed shut, and he did not see.

But he could feel_everything_: the world around him searing into his new senses as his petals ruffled in the faint breeze, his roots fanned out in the rich soil beneath him, and his own long vine of a tongue slipped out of his wooden jaws to rub against the side of the Iris's muzzle tenderly. Its once long dextrous appendage was cut short, given as a sacrifice to the man to help him be born into both the earth and the sky.

They all pressed their blank faces together, vivid petals brushing in, tough yet silky smooth surfaces flicking against each other. The new Lilly's thick vine-tongue prodded forwards tentatively, bud at the tip flaring out as the violet's own torn vine snaked limply from its maw. The new beast's body creaked as the stumpy end of the vine slid into the center of its own freshly formed budded tendril, which tensed and twitched around it. The once-human's nectar seeped around it as the jagged tear at the end slowly smoothed out, wounds coaxed shut by tender vegetable undulations.

Their central vines then parted as the violet proceeded to join with the other two sylvan creatures who shared their essences to heal their companion's wounds while also bonding with the new Lily in eager sylvan curiosity. When the violet finally pulled back with a final squelch, there was a small bud at the tip of its shoot, still nearly vestigial, but it would grow with time as all things did.

The Lilly felt their commingled essences mixing inside of its tightly wound body, roots drinking in nutrients from the soil as something began to swell, warm and pulsing inside of its core. It grew inside of the beast's woven body, safe and nurtured before there was a shift in the forest around them and all of the flowered beasts turned their heads as one towards the sounds of myriad silver bells.

She was there, wide caring green and silver boughs towering above them as her beatific expression smiled down at the once-man, welcoming the new Lily home. Her twiggy fingers played through his smooth mane of snow and sun as his jaws creaked in satisfaction. With her urging, the Lily's central stalk connected to the growth inside of its belly, body surging as the bulge was pulled up gently through its thick woven neck. The new flower opened its jaws and presenting the ripe golden fruit that it had nurtured inside of itself back to to the lady of the forest.

The pleasure was immense as she tugged the ripe heavy shining bounty, breaking it off from his bud with a crisp snap and a wave of heady encompassing praise. She hung it from her branches and looked up into the mist filled sky before beginning to seep away into the forest.

The other flowered creatures waited as the Lily uprooted itself for the first time, pulling its two pronged limbs from beneath the earth as its vines and creepers pulled back into its sturdy legs. Then, as one synchronized pack, they raced through the forest, following in the wake of the spirit of this place, each totally connected to the land around them, more at home than any human could ever hope to be.