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life and times of a Sexual Fungus (part 1)
16 years ago
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Moo!
Imagine if you will; A dark forest, untouched for hundreds of years. Deep magic penetrates this land, and the last sentient being to have strayed here, a rapist, a vile despicable human who had joined with the earth and growing things. His evil survived however, his desire permeated the woods, twisting everything within it.
After six hundred years almost nothing lived there but the twisted dark trees and vile underthings. Not even insects survived here any longer, only the cloying slightly alluring scent of vile growth. A scent that most creatures learned to fear and run from, even as it tempted and teased their senses.
A woman however, on the run from her home, her abusive husband. She knew not the dangers of this wood, only the foreboding feeling that washed over her as she entered. Something horrible resided within but her terror of the wood was overshadowed by the terror of her prior abuse.
Blindly she ran through the forest, hunted by her husband's hounds and men. At the deep wood they turned aside, their fear of the wood driving even the hounds back. Foolish as the woman was she continued in to the depths of a nightmare given life.
At first the scent was un-noticed, a twinge in her loin, a flutter in her breast, a dilation to her pupils; not enough to stray past the wall of terror in her mind. With the hunters turned away however that wall began to crumble and she noticed the first little rivulet of arousal dribble down her thigh.
Her mind twisted at this note, looking down her torn night dress, naked below it. She was covered in dirt and grime, the gown was almost useless now, so many rents in it from brush and branches. She was taut as a wire and quivering like a leaf, only counterpoint to it was the heat swelling in her womb.
The scent was sweet, tempting, and heightened her confusing arousal. Instinctively she began to follow it, hunting deeper in to the woods, hardly noticing the forbidding trees and the lack of undergrowth... or the silence. Not a breath of wind, not the chirp of an insect, not even the whoosh of a birds wing.
Deeper she went, surrendering herself to that scent, to those urges. The wetness coating her thighs called to her, every step she squeezed and clenched on her drenched nethers, feeling her labia rub together. Eventually her resistance waned and her hand fell between, pushing ruined fabric against her dampened center. The heated swamp that had become her entrance craved more than that simple touch. Eventually she fell to her knees, one hand pressing to a tree to prop herself up, the other driving fabric between her folds.
Closer to the tree she leaned, the smell coming from its bark, from soil below her, from the branches above her. Her fingers dug in to the moist slightly spongy surface of the wood, mind lost to the chemical warfare that inflicted itself upon her mind and body. She pressed to the tree, supporting herself as her fingers delved inside, throbbing swollen bead of her clit crushed to her pelvis, swollen drooling entrance clenching weakly at her intruding digits. She cried her bliss to the cloying night air and came. the trickle of her musk spilled to the soil below and stirred sleeping darkness, a mind mostly gone, but desires ever potent and overwhelming came to life.
The woman noticed nothing, a single orgasm not enough to sate her desires she tried for more. Again and again she came, until the muscles of her stomach were little more than knots, body so sore and mind so exhausted, she fell asleep right there leaning upon the tree... never even trying to pull away from it.
That dark mind, more instinct and desire than anything else sought out her heat, the wetness and lust he sensed. It en-wrapped her, tangling itself with her gown, exploring her body and binding around her like a spider ensnaring a fly in its web. She was bound to the tree by gooey fibers growing from its trunk and the ground below.
Slow, yet impatient the mind reached for her, reached for the heat of her sex. The chemicals in the air that permeated her flesh refused her body final release, engorged flesh stayed engorged, her heat continued to drizzle down her thighs and stain the forest floor even as she snored.
When she awoke it was to dim daylight and a terrifying forest. She could see nothing, could hear nothing, but feel she did. Every inch of her body itched and burned, fibers of hyphae digging in to her skin, holding her in place though not attempting to consume her. Her legs were spread, bound to the forest floor by the fungus which engulfed her.
A single woody stem had begun to grow from the forest floor, a budding mucus coated bulge that emerged, covered with bits of dirt and plant matter. it was a deep brown color, the end of it swelling slightly with every passing minute. It grew almost fast enough to watch... if anyone could have watched at that moment. The length of it curved upwards, drawn to the moist heat of the woman. It almost resembled a man's phallus but was obviously a budding mushroom, preparing to release its potent fertile spores.
She sobbed a muffled lust filled sob, feeling trapped as she was tortured by the itching mycelia. The initial touch against her heated and sore entrance caused her to twitch. Something was there, or some one. It felt cold like the wet nose of one of her husband's hounds... she cried for help but there was no response. It continued to nudge between her swollen hot labia until it found her true entrance, where her virtue had once been all those years before.
Millimeter by millimeter it grew in to her belly, parting her lips and heating up as it stayed in contact with her flesh. The slick sticky surface left residue upon her entrance, making her feel both dirty and even more aroused. It was so slow, so horribly slow and she couldn't move an inch to pull away... or as her body begged, push it deeper. Eventually it slid two or three inches in to her and pressed against her cervix. Minute by minute, hour by hour it began to deform and wedge her tight ring apart. Well used over the years by her four children's birth... it gave way without much resistance; especially so considering the rate of growth.
She sobbed loudly, feeling it pass in to her most sacred of centers, horrified even as her depths squeezed and massaged the wooden fungal length. Within an hour she felt full, the tip of the mushroom having reached its destination, it began to swell and grow.. like a puffball mushroom preparing to burst. By the next morning the mushroom was ripe and swollen.... within a few minute she felt a rupturing deep inside of her... but no pain, just a deep dry dusty feeling as millions of spores filled her womb. She didn't know this was the case of course, only that something had happened. Within another two hours the fungus had withdrawn from her body, leaving it red and sore. The mushroom stayed inside of her though until she pulled away. It's purpose fulfilled it waited to die and be digested by the forest.
-end part 1-
After six hundred years almost nothing lived there but the twisted dark trees and vile underthings. Not even insects survived here any longer, only the cloying slightly alluring scent of vile growth. A scent that most creatures learned to fear and run from, even as it tempted and teased their senses.
A woman however, on the run from her home, her abusive husband. She knew not the dangers of this wood, only the foreboding feeling that washed over her as she entered. Something horrible resided within but her terror of the wood was overshadowed by the terror of her prior abuse.
Blindly she ran through the forest, hunted by her husband's hounds and men. At the deep wood they turned aside, their fear of the wood driving even the hounds back. Foolish as the woman was she continued in to the depths of a nightmare given life.
At first the scent was un-noticed, a twinge in her loin, a flutter in her breast, a dilation to her pupils; not enough to stray past the wall of terror in her mind. With the hunters turned away however that wall began to crumble and she noticed the first little rivulet of arousal dribble down her thigh.
Her mind twisted at this note, looking down her torn night dress, naked below it. She was covered in dirt and grime, the gown was almost useless now, so many rents in it from brush and branches. She was taut as a wire and quivering like a leaf, only counterpoint to it was the heat swelling in her womb.
The scent was sweet, tempting, and heightened her confusing arousal. Instinctively she began to follow it, hunting deeper in to the woods, hardly noticing the forbidding trees and the lack of undergrowth... or the silence. Not a breath of wind, not the chirp of an insect, not even the whoosh of a birds wing.
Deeper she went, surrendering herself to that scent, to those urges. The wetness coating her thighs called to her, every step she squeezed and clenched on her drenched nethers, feeling her labia rub together. Eventually her resistance waned and her hand fell between, pushing ruined fabric against her dampened center. The heated swamp that had become her entrance craved more than that simple touch. Eventually she fell to her knees, one hand pressing to a tree to prop herself up, the other driving fabric between her folds.
Closer to the tree she leaned, the smell coming from its bark, from soil below her, from the branches above her. Her fingers dug in to the moist slightly spongy surface of the wood, mind lost to the chemical warfare that inflicted itself upon her mind and body. She pressed to the tree, supporting herself as her fingers delved inside, throbbing swollen bead of her clit crushed to her pelvis, swollen drooling entrance clenching weakly at her intruding digits. She cried her bliss to the cloying night air and came. the trickle of her musk spilled to the soil below and stirred sleeping darkness, a mind mostly gone, but desires ever potent and overwhelming came to life.
The woman noticed nothing, a single orgasm not enough to sate her desires she tried for more. Again and again she came, until the muscles of her stomach were little more than knots, body so sore and mind so exhausted, she fell asleep right there leaning upon the tree... never even trying to pull away from it.
That dark mind, more instinct and desire than anything else sought out her heat, the wetness and lust he sensed. It en-wrapped her, tangling itself with her gown, exploring her body and binding around her like a spider ensnaring a fly in its web. She was bound to the tree by gooey fibers growing from its trunk and the ground below.
Slow, yet impatient the mind reached for her, reached for the heat of her sex. The chemicals in the air that permeated her flesh refused her body final release, engorged flesh stayed engorged, her heat continued to drizzle down her thighs and stain the forest floor even as she snored.
When she awoke it was to dim daylight and a terrifying forest. She could see nothing, could hear nothing, but feel she did. Every inch of her body itched and burned, fibers of hyphae digging in to her skin, holding her in place though not attempting to consume her. Her legs were spread, bound to the forest floor by the fungus which engulfed her.
A single woody stem had begun to grow from the forest floor, a budding mucus coated bulge that emerged, covered with bits of dirt and plant matter. it was a deep brown color, the end of it swelling slightly with every passing minute. It grew almost fast enough to watch... if anyone could have watched at that moment. The length of it curved upwards, drawn to the moist heat of the woman. It almost resembled a man's phallus but was obviously a budding mushroom, preparing to release its potent fertile spores.
She sobbed a muffled lust filled sob, feeling trapped as she was tortured by the itching mycelia. The initial touch against her heated and sore entrance caused her to twitch. Something was there, or some one. It felt cold like the wet nose of one of her husband's hounds... she cried for help but there was no response. It continued to nudge between her swollen hot labia until it found her true entrance, where her virtue had once been all those years before.
Millimeter by millimeter it grew in to her belly, parting her lips and heating up as it stayed in contact with her flesh. The slick sticky surface left residue upon her entrance, making her feel both dirty and even more aroused. It was so slow, so horribly slow and she couldn't move an inch to pull away... or as her body begged, push it deeper. Eventually it slid two or three inches in to her and pressed against her cervix. Minute by minute, hour by hour it began to deform and wedge her tight ring apart. Well used over the years by her four children's birth... it gave way without much resistance; especially so considering the rate of growth.
She sobbed loudly, feeling it pass in to her most sacred of centers, horrified even as her depths squeezed and massaged the wooden fungal length. Within an hour she felt full, the tip of the mushroom having reached its destination, it began to swell and grow.. like a puffball mushroom preparing to burst. By the next morning the mushroom was ripe and swollen.... within a few minute she felt a rupturing deep inside of her... but no pain, just a deep dry dusty feeling as millions of spores filled her womb. She didn't know this was the case of course, only that something had happened. Within another two hours the fungus had withdrawn from her body, leaving it red and sore. The mushroom stayed inside of her though until she pulled away. It's purpose fulfilled it waited to die and be digested by the forest.
-end part 1-
