Hi! This is a very strange story I wrote based on a random prompt generator and a bad pun.
Part 1: Seeding
Gordana pushed her wide straw hat up and wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her work gloves. She left a smear of dirt across her forehead, but she didn't mind. Gardening was supposed to be dirty work. There were already smudges all over her tight tank top and daisy dukes. She was also sweating in the sweltering heat of the summer day. Basically, she was a mess, but Gordana was enjoying herself.
This was the first summer at her new house, her first house. She had decided that she was going to plant perennials and have a wonderful garden every spring. First, though, there was plenty of work to be done in preparing the garden for new inhabitants. She had been weeding for days, pulling up little green nettles and dead plants from years ago. She was laying down new topsoil as well in the places she had finished clearing. It was not a small or easy project, but it gave her something to do before she went back to work as an elementary school teacher in the fall.
The path of her weeding finally took her to her favorite part about her new front yard: a young weeping willow tree. It was about ten feet tall and had a wide canopy of branches hung with trailing leaves. She pushed through the branches and found herself in a little dome formed by the foliage. Taking off her hat to brush some hair out of her face, she watched as one of her neighbors walked their dog past her house. They glanced at the front of her house, but their gaze slid right over where she stood beneath the weeping willow. The tree served as a natural privacy tent. Gordana smiled at the thought.
She turned her attention back to the task at hand. She pulled a few weeds from the ground beneath the willow tree, and then thought to inspect the trunk. She would hate for her favorite tree to be injured or diseased. She walked all the way around it again, and stopped when she saw a strange knot protruding from the trunk. It seemed to be leaking a small dribble of sap. That couldn't be good. Leaning closer, Gordana reached out a finger to touch the wound in the tree, then stopped suddenly. No, it couldn't be. That wouldn't make any sense.
Gordana took off a glove and rubbed at her eyes, then looked again. The insane sight before her persisted. The round knot of wood on the trunk of the willow tree had a vertical slit down the center that closely resembled a human vagina. The wood of the tree within the slit even resembled a vagina's folds, and had a pink tinge to it.
Without really thinking, Gordana reached out and touched the slit with her finger. She was shocked to find that it felt very much like a real vagina, even if it was cooler than a human body. Her finger found the hole, and her astonishment only grew as she slid it inside to the first knuckle. The trunk of the tree was only eight inches in circumference, and as such Gordana was dumbfounded as she pushed and watched the second knuckle disappear, the finger sliding all the way inside.
As she pulled it out, her finger was coated in thin sap. Its smell was sweet, and an unstoppable impulse caused her to raise it to her lips. It tasted sweet too. Gordana slid her entire finger into her mouth, greedily sucking the sap. As it spread across her tongue and was swallowed, she felt something stir within her. She didn't really know what she was doing this for, it was impulse, instinct. But as Gordana hungrily licked any remaining sap from her hand, one thought crystalized in her mind. I need more.
