Lost In The Forest 1

Tom Lane was lost.

The last he recalled, he had taken a trail that was supposed to be a five mile round-trip hike.

Easy enough.

It had gone from gravel and wood to an increasingly faint track until, suddenly, he realized he was trudging through undergrowth, and it had been hours since he'd seen a sign or trail marker or another hiker.

The woods were hot with afternoon heat, the light of the sun filtered through thick leaves until the forest was lit in a deep green.

It was pretty, but Tom was hot, sweat caused his underwear and shirt and socks to stick uncomfortably to his skin, and he itched under the straps of his backpack.

He was tempted to stop and just pull of his shirt for a bit, to let his skin breathe, but he instinctively shied away from that idea.

He stared around him, wondering where he was for the hundredth time.

He pulled out his phone.

It remained unchanged. Well, almost. The battery indicator now read '%4'. Still no signal. Just like it had when he'd gotten all the way out of the city.

Tom sighed, and tried to find the game trail he had apparently started following instead of an actual trail.

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Tom was about ready to just sit down under a tree when he heard water. He made towards it, cocking his head every few feet to try and track the burbling sound, until he finally came to a rocky bank, and a clear stream chuckling merrily as it poured down the slight hill over which the forest grew.

He sighed.

He slung his backpack off, dropping it with a crashing thump on the bank, and plopped down, carefully untying his boots.

He pried his boots off, wincing at the smell as he got his feet out and his socks off, and finally, sighed with relief as he lowered his feet into the chilly water of the stream.

He relaxed, leaning back onto the trunk of a conveniently placed tree and looked up into the sunlit branches above, and closed his eyes.

He sat there, feeling the cool water washing over his feet and trying to ignore how the rest of his clothes stuck to him, when he heard, faintly, the sound of giggling.

He lurched up, took a breath and held it, and listened.

There it was again, giggling, and... a playful shriek.

He stood, grabbing his socks and hurriedly trying to pull them on over wet feet.

He struggled with his socks for a bit before cursing and just giving up, tucking them in the top of his boots, slinging his pack back onto his back and grabbing his boots, before walking carefully downstream towards the sound, rocks and twigs digging into his bare feet as he picked his way between trees.

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The giggling got louder, interspersed with shrieks, and he began to hurry, in the hopes of making contact with someone who might know where the hell he was.

He faltered when the giggling was suddenly interrupted by a deep moan.

What the hell were they doing?

The stream widened and deepened, and he came, finally, to a break in the woods, where the stream ran into a deep lake surrounded by a grassy verge and the thick trees of the forest.

The giggling was rapidly supplanted with deep moans and breathy, ecstatic cries.

He slowed, setting his pack aside in a small hollow full of dead leaves, and his shoes next to it, then stepped up to the last tree before the verge and peered past, to see something... unbelievable.

A dozen women were in the lake near the bank. A couple were sprawled on the bank, one girl lying on her back, legs splayed out, the other crouched between her legs, ass in the air, face buried between her legs.

The women playing in the lake were kissing languorously, or splashing each other.

They were pretty, their skin glistening in the slanting light of the afternoon sun, and every single one was naked. More, he could see the ass of the girl on the bank who's head was between the legs of the other, and there was a stubby little tail with a tuft of brown fur, and her partner's bare shoulders were dappled with dark freckles.

Tom found himself staring, feeling a strange combination of desire, and jealousy.

None of them were stuck in restrictive jeans and sweaty shirts and socks that stuck to their toes, none of them were lost, or if they were, they were together, they were just... free.

Seated on the bank, watching the women playing, was what he at first took to be a white horse. Until he saw the pearlescent horn, straight and needle-sharp, rising from the top of its skull.

She was huge, even seated, looming over the deer-girls.

Her fur was a shimmering, pearl white, that caught and refracted the sunlight into countless colors.

She was glancing about, one eye on the crowd of deer-like women, one on the verge.

She shifted suddenly, looking back towards where Tom was lurking beside a tree.

Piercing golden eyes like sunlight, that seemed to look

through

the trees and into him.

Half-remembered bits of stories and old myths sparked a memory in his head and he slipped behind the tree, turning around and sliding down it, heart pounding.

What had he run into?

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He breathed carefully, his heart pounding. Had the big unicorn seen him?

No cry went up, no shouts, nobody running towards the trees, maybe he was fine?

And he began to relax.

He was still lost. Maybe if he waited, let them... finish up, he'd be able to just... ask for help. As long as he didn't watch.

His dick was hard, pressing into his sweat-soaked underwear, and it felt gross.

And aside from the arousal, something gnawed at his gut. He wanted... he couldn't articulate it, but it was probably just lust, he probably wished he could be there, 'playing'.

The gnawing sensation steadily overrode the arousal, and even as he heard the splashing and moans and giggles, he felt something well up in his throat and tears pricked at the edge of his vision, and he couldn't for the life of him work out

why

.

He leaned back, waiting.

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The sky had taken on a deep red when he heard a booming voice, speaking an unknown language, the only voice he hadn't heard raised in a cry or a giggle.

He didn't need to see her to know it was the unicorn. Her voice was impossibly melodic, sweet and harmonious and sent a jolt of desire through him.

He'd finally gotten his shoes back on, and took a breath.

Maybe now.

He stood, wincing at the feel of his socks, and crawled out of the hollow he'd waited in, and gingerly stepped out of the verge.

He looked up, and caught a glimpse of bare skin and short stubby tails, vanishing into the verge, and, still at the edge of the lake, but now standing, towering over everything, the unicorn.

She was looking towards him.

He waved gingerly.

She tilted her head.

"You took your time." the creature said, her english carrying almost exactly the same accent as Tom had, her horn flickering with light as she spoke, her mouth not moving.

"I uh... I didn't want to interrupt." he said, sheepishly.

"I'll bet. What brings you here, child of man? Come to ogle my daughters, maybe steal one away" she asked.

"I... no, I got lost hiking and I couldn't find my way back to the trail and I heard voices and I... all I need is a direction and I'll be out of your woods immediately, I promise?" he babbled.

"Are you... asking me?" the creature asked, and he got the unaccountable feeling she was smirking at him.

He rubbed the back of his head, taking a breath. He wasn't dead or changed yet.

"I got lost, if you could help me find my way, I promise I'll get out of here and never come back. I don't even know how I got here in the first place!" he said.

"You are

very

lost, child. Are you sure you wish for

me

to show you the way?" she asked, stepping forwards until she loomed over him like an immense draft horse, and there was a smell like loam and grass and the trees of the forest and Tom's head swam.

"Please, I need help finding my way, please don't turn me into something unnatural!" he begged.

She smiled. "Thrice you have asked, and thrice answered." she intoned.

Tom had a sudden sinking feeling.

Those golden eyes quite literally glowed, a pair of hunter's moons, illuminating her face.

"You are more lost than you know, child, but the way is much easier to find, and far closer at hand than you realize." she said, crouching. Her horn suddenly shone a bright green, like the light of the sun through the leaves of the forest, and she pointed.

"I am a merciful creature. The path is there. At the end of it, lies your world, the woods you left and the park you thought you were in. Reach it before the daylight falls, and you may go. But know this. If you do, you shall never see this place or me again.

But you trespassed in my woods. So lets make this interesting. You have to run there... pursued by my daughters. If they run you down..." and out from the forest, eyes glittering, came over a dozen deer of many colors, eyes all focused on him.

"...you will be kept here, for eternity, and you will never see your world, again." Tom gulped.

The sun was setting. Tom glanced at the opening in the trees she'd marked.

"But if I win, I get out?" he asked.

"Of course. But..." she looked at him thoughtfully. Then her head moved at blinding speed, the green brightening sharply, and before Tom could react, he felt as much as saw a hundred thin, thorn-covered vines suddenly rise from the earth, lashing out and he shrieked, recoiling as the vines wrapped and lashed and tore, and when he opened his eyes, he felt a breeze blowing between his legs, suddenly free of his sweaty, gross clothes...

And his flat, male body exposed, his broad, hairy chest, his thick member, erect in response to the shock of cool air. He covered himself, whimpering a little.

"These woods do not tolerate man's creations, and my daughters do not wear such, restrictive things, so it's only fair you run free as well. Now go, and let us see who wins." she pointed, and Tom, naked as the day he was born, bolted for the opening.

He quickly figured out that, despite the way his dick bounced uncomfortably, if he wanted to make speed, he needed to use his arms to run.

Rocks and twigs dug into his feet at first, forcing him to pay attention and slow down, which in turn, with eyes on the path ahead, let him avoid the worst.

Branches and bushes scratched at him, at first, but he learned to avoid those too.

The path was clear, mostly, and he began to feel as though he was going to be okay.

Then he heard rustling.

He began to sprint again.

Wind brushed past his bare skin, cooling him of the day's sweat, but he barely had time to feel the elation, or the shame and mortification of being naked, because the rustling was all around him practically, and here and there, he heard giggling.

In the waning light of the day, with old stories echoing in his mind of men turned into prey for daring to peek in on the revels of the forest creatures, he could not stop for anything.

He did slow, panting, as he came to a turn, next to a gnarled oak, and glanced down. Was he... briefly he wondered if his chest had always been this smooth...

He shook his head, and kept running.

It grew darker and darker, but somehow, he kept his footing, and each step seemed to come easier and easier.

Maybe she had done him a favor, stripping him like that.

But even as every step came easier and easier, something else got harder and harder. His balance shifted, changed. Staying upright with each step got harder and harder, each step jolting him until he nearly fell over.

It wasn't until he stopped, panting, leaning against a particularly gnarled oak, that he glanced down, and saw...

his chest was fatter... his nipples, thicker and more pronounced, no... He had breasts. They weren't small ones either. Somehow, in the last minutes, he'd grown knockers, big enough to knock him over if he wasn't careful.

More giggling in the woods, though. Keep going, freak out later...

he ran.

It got darker and darker, and now and then he saw the glint of eyes in the woods, and fear began to supplant anything else.

He was still being pursued, and running was getting at once easier, because he was somehow less and less short of breath with each step, and harder, because his body had changed again, something shifting in his hips, in his back, as well as tits big enough to disrupt his balance.

He leaned against a gnarled oak, staring around himself, wall-eyed.

He felt lucky his dick wasn't getting in the way, but that was because it was still hard, somehow, despite the fear.

He kept running.

The light left the world, and a deep, profound darkness fell over it, the chirping of crickets, rustling in the leaves and the giggling his only companions.

There was a light ahead though. Civilization. It had to be.

He ran harder.

And stepped through an opening in the trees...

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The lake lay before him.

Fireflies flashed and glowed across the open space in the forest, and a green glow arose from beneath the water.

He fell to his knees, exhaustion finally setting in. all day he'd hiked, and the run over the last hour had sapped him of any strength left, and like two hunter's moons, the unicorn's eyes glowed, studying him.

From out of the forest, the women came. He could see them better now, now it was over and he had a bit of time.

Each had a short, fluffy tail of brown fur, each was lithe and slender, like a deer given human form, and each was looking at him, some smirking, some grinning, some looking almost...

hungry

.

He looked up at the unicorn, who walked towards him, and once more loomed over him, her sweet smell causing his head to swim.

"Well. Here you are." she said.

He hung his head. "Just... make it quick." he said.

Something brushed against his chin.

"You are lost, child." her beautiful voice said. "But I can show you the path. Look at me." and he could not help but look up at her, her horn nudging his head up. She drew it back, and turned her head to look him in the eye. He couldn't look away if he wanted to.

"I see your desire. The one you deny yourself, the one you don't admit. This is not a place that can simply be

stumbled

into by any... what is that charming word,

shmuck

off the street. And as it happens, we have a lot of things here, but my girls need something I cannot provide them directly." She said.

"But now..." she trailed off, and he was suddenly able to look away from those eyes. He glanced around.

They were surrounded, the girls all crowded around them, and he could smell sweat and musk, and despite their human-like forms, their eyes glinted in the dark.

"All I need, to show you the way, is your name." she said.

He glanced up at her. "My... name?" he asked.

"Your name. Yes. And I can give you what you

need

. she said.

He opened his mouth to say it, the words on his very tongue...

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What was he saying... what... who was... why were they there... where did they come from...

A sharp point prodded at his jaw, gently, drawing his focus back to the unicorn.

"Very good, my dear. You don't need that silly old thing anymore. None of my girls have real names, just... nicknames. And now you can take what you needed this whole time. Girls, bathe her."

The unicorn stepped aside, and the visitor found themselves being gripped by hands, firmly, skin pressed against their back and sides, warm, soft, smooth, breasts pressed against their back, arms wrapped under the breasts they had definitely not had when the day was new.

A warm hand grasped their penis, and they gasped, and a giggle came from the crowd around them.

Then there was water under their feet, warm, and comfortable, and they were being pulled, inch by inch, deeper in, until they were up to their neck in the water, and the bottom fell away from their feet, and they were surrounded by pretty, lithe women, swimming around them and touching and rubbing.

Hands groped their new tits, their broader ass, fingers poked and prodded against their anus, but didn't penetrate, someone grabbed their balls...

hands rubbed every inch of skin, firmly, almost painfully grabbing on and pressing and rubbing.

Their face was suddenly pressed into a soft breast, mouth filled with soft skin, and then, they were underwater.

Hands rubbed every inch of them, and for a moment, they didn't struggle.

Then the burning int heir lungs grew stronger and stronger and they thrashed and struggled and something felt wrong and they were dizzy and the light was going out...

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She coughed and heaved, water coming from her lungs. She was on all fours, hands and knees on the grass, feeling hands brushing and stroking her back and flanks, and yet, despite coughing up water, she was painfully hard, harder than she had ever been in her life, her dick, throbbed.

She looked up, she stood, far more easily than she should have, and stared up at the unicorn.

Who smiled down at her. "My oh my you turned out just fine, my dear. My deer." she giggled.

Something, some new weight pulled at her head and she reached up.

Something sharp, pointed, hard grew from her head...

rooted in her skull...

Antlers?

Then she glanced down, and saw her new breasts, turned even larger, and past them, a smooth expanse of skin, shading into tawny fur by the light of the lake, and hooves at the end of her feet.

She glanced back... and saw the hindquarters of a deer. And a dozen naked women with far less deer-like features, rubbing and petting and lifting her tail...

and she smelled them a lot more clearly, a ripe smell of sweat and skin and an intense smell of body odor and musk that was almost familiar.

It was herself.

One of the deer women was on her hands and knees, burying her face in the visitor's hindquarters moaning.

She was a deer-taur, and she was rampantly horny, her dick almost hurt, throbbing as she smelled the girls.

"There we go." the voice said, and she glanced up at the unicorn. "Now I have what I want. Go ahead."

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One of the girls giggled, sidling up to the new deer-taur girl's front, a hand wrapping around her slender neck and pulling her in for a deep kiss.

The new girl moaned, her dick throbbing in response, and she heard another giggle, and felt someone crawl under her, brushing against her new underside, smooth, warm skin sending a shock of pleasure along her newly expanded body.

But the feeling of soft skin against the downy fur of her underbelly was nothing compared to the warmth and softness of the girl when she grasped her dick, and stroked it. Her hands felt tiny, and warm, and she moaned into the mouth of the girl kissing her, who pressed more firmly up against her.

The tits of the girl in front pressed into the transformed deer-taur girl's much larger ones, squishing pleasantly, their nipples brushing together and sending jolts of sensation through her, causing her tail to flutter, before it was grabbed, and a hand rubbed at the balls that were now fuzzy and protruding a bit behind her.

And the girl underneath her slid under her dick, her soft butt pressing against its flat tip.

The transformed hiker moaned, as she felt her tip slide up against something wet, and warm, and then, in, as the girl beneath her pressed back.

She felt weight and warmth, and suddenly one of the other girls had scrambled onto her back, her wet, hot sex grinding into her new, strange spine as she slid forwards until she was grinding instead into the join where her human hips met the shoulders of her deer body.

Her rider's hands grasped her tits, pinching her nipples, and the girl beneath her ground her hot sex back, the tip of her member squeezed deliciously into her.

Tongues laved her furry balls, and she moaned, trembling, overwhelmed by intense sensation.

Her dick slid in, almost a full third of it, sheathed in the girl below her before she could go no further, and the deer-taur came, her balls clenching and pumping blazing-hot cum into the girl beneath her.