05. Into the Deep Woods
Dorothy, Toto, and Scarecrow decided to follow the road that curved south, although none of the group knew where either path led. The cornfields seemed to stretch on for as far as they could see, so one path seemed just as good as the other. As they followed the yellow brick road, Dorothy told the straw man her story and how she had come to Oz. They were able to walk for over an hour before the sun had set too far and the path grew dark.
"I suppose that we're just going to have to sleep by the side of the road, Scarecrow," Dorothy said as she set Toto down on the ground. "It's been a looong day, and I'm going to sleep like a rock, even if it's on the side of the road." Dorothy yawned and stretched, and the Scarecrow enjoyed the view of her tight dress straining against her ample breasts. She sat down on the grassy shoulder of the path and pulled out the cloth from her picnic basket. "I think that both of us can use this as a pillow..."
"You can have it," Scarecrow said. "You forget that I don't need to sleep. In fact, I don't have eyelids, so I don't think I could sleep if I wanted to. You just catch some z's and I'll stand watch, make sure that nobody causes us any trouble."
"Sounds good to me. I'll see you in the morning." Dorothy curled up, laid her head down on the cloth and closed her eyes. Moments later her breathing slowed as she dozed off. Toto pushed his way between her arms and leaned against her chest before he began lightly snoring next to her.
Scarecrow paced the path for half an hour before getting bored and sitting down beside the pair. Sure that the girl was sleeping, Scarecrow lifted up the edge of her dress, allowing himself a long view of her naked ass. He slid his hand under her dress and touched her right cheek, causing Dorothy to reflexively kick back and knock Scarecrow over into the corn. He got up and was relieved to see that she was still sound asleep. Then he noticed the little dog staring at him, his ears flat to his head. Scarecrow decided it would be best to resume pacing the path for the rest of the night.
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Dorothy woke up the next day, gave Toto and herself breakfast and then the three began walking again. It wasn't long before they could see something on the horizon, above the tops of the corn stalks. They couldn't tell what it was, but they knew that it wasn't more corn and that was what was important. The farther they walked, the closer the darkness on the horizon got and soon they could make out the forest at the end of the field. They began picking up their walking pace as they neared the trees.
"I can't wait to get past these fields," Scarecrow said.
"I would think so," Dorothy replied. "You've never been outside of them before. I've only been in them for a day and I'm already tired of the same old scenery."
Toto let out a bark in agreement as he raced along side of them.
As soon as they passed into the shadows of the trees, Dorothy could feel the temperature drop. "Brrrr, it sure was a lot warmer in the sunlight. I hope that this forest doesn't go on as long as the fields did." Looking down the path, it was trees as far as she could see, but there was some thing else by the side of the road. "Look! Apples!" Dorothy picked up one of the apples from the ground and then spotted the trees that they had fallen from. "I'm going to grab a few of these, Scarecrow. I don't know how long it will be before we're out of these woods, and it can't hurt to have more food with us." She walked off of the path, leaving Toto and Scarecrow behind. There were several branches low enough for the stripper to reach, but she still had to stretch to reach them. She grabbed one red, round apple and pulled it off with a snap.
"Ow!"
"What did you say, Scarecrow," Dorothy asked as she looked back to the road.
"I didn't say anything. Maybe it was an animal."
Dorothy glanced around but didn't see any animals around them besides Toto. She reached back up for another apple. As her her fingers touched the apple, the voice spoke again.
"That's it," the voice said. Suddenly, one of the tree's branches swept out and grabbed her outstretched arm and lifted her off of the ground. "I'm tired of people always grabbin' my apples when ever they like." The branch twisted around until Dorothy was facing the tree. Before her eyes, a face formed in the bark with two eyes and a mouth. "There's plenty of apples on the ground but noooo... They have to yank ‘em right off my branches!"
Dorothy didn't know what to say. This was definitely a new situation to her. "I'm sorry," she began, "I didn't think that you'd mind..."
"Hmmph," the tree grunted. "Didn't think I'd mind? How do you think I'd feel about somebody yanking a apple off a me? How would ya like it if a yanked of one of yer apples?" A finger like stem reached out and poked one of Dorothy's round boobs as the tree said this.
Another voice came from the tree to the right. "I don't think she's got any apples under there... Looks more like a couple melons to me, huh huh."
"Why don't we check," said another tree.
Back on the path, Toto began barking furiously. Scarecrow knew he had to do something and rushed at the tree holding Dorothy only to be knocked back to the bricks by a large branch.
The middle tree slid a branch onto the neckline of Dorothy's dress and pulled it open letting her large breasts tumble free. The cold air of the forest had made her pink nipples very erect.
"Hey!" Dorothy shouted as she tried to kick out at the tree. She couldn't reach with her feet, but she slapped a branch away with her free hand as it poked her right breast. "I'll give your fucking apples back! Just put me down."
"Too late for that," said one tree.
"Yeah," said another. "Too late for that, huh huh. Why don't we see if she's keepin' a peach under there, too?"
"Good idea," said the center tree. One of his branched reached down towards her skirt when there was a loud "THWAK" sound. The branch recoiled as Scarecrow shouted.
"Put Dorothy down," Scarecrow said as he pitched another rock at the trees, "Right now!" He threw another rock, making sure to stay clear of the girl he was protecting.
The next rock struck the middle tree right between its eyes and the branch around Dorothy's arm let her go, dropping her to the ground.
