Meg walked along that dirt track with a spring in her step. All her sexual needs had definitely been satisfied over the last few days. She felt like she had grown up. There was nothing she could not negotiate her way through. The only thing troubling her mind was the dark clouds in the sky.
The rain clouds seemed to get darker and heavier. There was a smell of rain in the air. Meg knew she had to move faster to make ground before the rain arrived. Large rain drops started to hit the ground around her. Meg stooped and held her bag against her chest to protect it from the coming rain.
It was a downpour. Meg ran to the nearest cover to make sure she kept her bag of provisions dry. Water started to collect on the track to form a muddy stream. To her consternation, the rain became heavier, it was coming down in buckets. The water started to wash against Meg's legs, it was already half way up her calves, she had to get to higher ground.
Meg waded towards the nearest high ground. It was not far but the water seemed deeper in that direction. Meg started to move into the deeper water. As she stepped into the water she was surprised by the strength of the current. She looked down and was relieved the water was clear enough for her to navigate her way through it.
All the rain water from the surrounding hills had found their way into this canal. The stream of flood water became a raging flood. Just as Meg felt she had the measure of the current, a gush of water staggered her and she fell. The current tossed Meg onto her backside and swept her along. Meg tried to get back on her feet but found the water was now so deep and current so strong, that she was just being tossed along like a leaf.
Meg struggled to keep her head above the raging water. She looked around for anything she could hold onto. All she saw was the foam of the flood. Luckily her bag had a bubble of air inside its tightly tied hood. She desperately clung to it as she was tossed and carried along by the current.
The water continued to propel Meg along it's meandering way until it deposited her in the calm waters of a lake. Meg managed to scramble onto the bank of the lake, clutching her bag of provisions. The battering had taken a toll on her. She was cold and tired, grazed and bruised. She staggered up the nearest slope to get to dry ground. She collapsed on the bank of the lake. She was cold and alone. Home felt like a long time ago. Her journey became much more difficult.
Meg looked up at the sky and was heartened to see a patch of blue in the clouds. Meg looked around her, she was faced with a forest of trees. She walked into the forest, roughly in the direction she thought she should be going. She could see streams of sunlight filtering through the forest canopy. Ahead of her she thought she could see an open sunlit space. She walked hurriedly towards it, her wet skin blue, her plump lips purple.
To Meg's relief an opening in the forest greeted her. In this clearing Meg saw what looked like a pasture of fur. Meg looked around to see if anyone was in the area. She approached this strange pasture with curiosity. She looked around the glade again. There definitely was no one else there. Meg stooped down to touch the furry floor. It was soft and dense. She examined the strands of fur closely. It looked like a thick carpet of sheep fur, it even smelled like sheep.
The sun had now crept through the clouds and bathed the little paddock. Meg did not care what it was, she eagerly walked towards the centre of the furry paddock. Her wet shoes kicked off; her wet clothes tossed off; her underwear peeled off. The soft strands of fur felt wonderful under her feet. She wiggled her toes as she stood in the sun at the centre of the paddock.
Meg collapsed onto the soft carpet of fur in relief. She lay back in the soft furry luxury and closed her eyes, enjoying the sun warming her cold wet body. Life was good again.
As Meg lay on this fur rug she spread her body out to catch every ray of the sun's warmth. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the warmth and comfort. The rug seemed to adjust itself to cradle Meg's naked body. It fit every contour and curve of her body. Even reaching into Meg's butt crack and cradling her butt cheeks. It was the most comfortable bed Meg could ever imagine. It did not take long for the sun to dry the front of Meg's body. After a while Meg noticed a couple of freckles on her arm, she smiled.
Meg scampered over to her clothes and flipped them over to dry the reverse sides, she then rolled onto her stomach to dry her back. The rug seemed to change contour once more, welcoming and adjusting to cradle Meg's large bosoms and full thighs. As Meg felt the warmth of the sun on her back, she realized how close the fibers were fitting against her body. It was as if the fibers were seeking the warmest parts of her body. It gently caressed her, relaxing her until she was completely at ease. She had never felt so relaxed.
"This surface is so beautiful and comfortable" Meg thought as she closed her eyes and pressed her body against it. The carpet changed its contour even more to hug Meg's breasts, torso, pussy and thighs. This sensuous feel gave Meg a flash memory of her sexual escapades of the last few days. A tingle went through her body, it caused her to involuntarily press her erogenous parts against the strands of fur. Meg sighed. She felt like she was lying on the back of a sheep.
The strands of fur making up the paddock welcomed Meg's warm body. Furry fibers were pushing to touch Meg's warmest parts. Fibers pressed together to form a bulb to present to Meg's warmest, wettest spot.
Meg noticed a lump had formed at the entrance to her vagina. It perfectly fitted the contours of her body. She quite enjoyed how the furry paddock had adjusted to fit her so closely. Subconsciously, Meg opened her thighs to accommodate more of the bulb pressing against her vulva. By opening her pussy wider Meg released more heat from her womb, stimulating that bulb to quickly expanded and push up firmly against her pussy.
Something was happening. Meg felt wicked, she spread her thighs wantonly and pressed her hot pussy onto the expanding bulb, encouraging it. It was a feeling she was familiar with from masturbating in bed at home, but this felt much more real. She felt she was lying naked on a big, furry virile ram. Yes, it did have a sheep smell.
"Is this carpet of fur alive?" Meg wondered.
Meg slowly moved her body against the furry rug. It felt so sensuous, she wanted to hug it. She imagined she was a seducer, seductively rubbing her intimate parts against a beautiful man. This was much better than humping her pillow at home.
The rug responded and moved with her, caressing her body from head to toe, strands of fur feeling for her very hot wet pussy to press against. A tingle went through Meg's body. Her face flushed and her lips pouted as she ground her cunt into the rug.
Lust was taking control of Meg. She raised her body on her hands so she could press hard against the floor. She then fell back on the rug and pumped it and squeezed against it, rubbing and moving.
The fibers on which Meg lay, were fitting Meg's body so well that the bulb expanded to become a tuber. It pushed up searching for the entrance to Meg's sex.
Meg felt the sly attempt at penetration. She got up and looked at the bulb, which had grown into a tuber. It looked like the tip of a peeled banana was emerging from the furry carpet. Meg ran her fingers along it's short length. It was moist and slippery, coated in a honey like nectar. Meg licked a little off her finger. It was sweet. She collected more nectar on her finger and sucked the sweetness.
Meg studied the tuber curiously. That nectar tasted good. Meg formed a ring with her index finger and thumb. She placed it around the base of the tuber and carefully ran her finger up the shaft of the tuber to collect the nectar. As she licked the nectar off her finger she thought it would be good with some bread. Meg went to her bag and brought out a small roll of bread. She broke off a piece and wiped the nectar left off her thumb.
"This would be good for lunch" Meg decided. She removed a slice of dried meat from the bag and ate it with the bread and nectar. It was like manna for her hungry stomach. Meg grabbed another piece of meat and returned to the tuber. She noticed more nectar had oozed to the surface, but it was not enough to collect on her finger. Meg took a bite of meat and bread and watched the tuber as she chewed her food. As she swallowed the morsel in her mouth, she impulsively lowered her mouth and covered the tuber to suck off the nectar.
The effect of Meg's warm moist mouth on the tuber was that it caused a coating of nectar to ooze. Meg collected the nectar for another mouthful of meat and bread. She had worked out how she would milk the nectar from the tuber. By giving the tuber a handjob as she ate, Meg effectively collected enough nectar to complete her meal. As Meg swallowed the last mouthful of her meal, she noticed the tuber had grown an inch in length. It was time for dessert.
Meg lay down on her stomach to place her mouth over the tuber to suck up that sweet nectar. As she looked at the tuber, she was sure she saw it twitch. Meg pursed her lips and ran her mouth along the shaft, down to the base. Her tongue wrapping around the shaft as she sucked. Meg's instincts took over. Her body started to produce saliva as the tuber coated Meg's mouth with nectar. The sweetness made Meg's mouth water.
Meg bobbed her head up and down on the tuber. Meg giggled as her head bobbed up and down. "I'm giving this plant a headjob" she thought to herself. Meg was now enjoying the feel of the sweet tuber sliding in and out of her mouth. Another lump developed in the furry carpet under where Meg's warm pussy was resting.
The fibers of the carpet were caressing her body to the extent that Meg was absentmindedly rubbing her pussy against the lump. That lump started to press upward until it became a second bulb, searching for the heat of a soft, moist hole.
Meg was lost in the sweet nectar of her headjob. Her body was getting stimulated, her vagina hot. The length of the tuber in her mouth had grown longer and wider. This pleased Meg even more. It was such a sweet, wonderful, slippery, cock. Meg was a maiden in heat. All the sexual experiences she had enjoyed in the last few days had awoken all her senses and her sexual imaginations.
Meg abandoned her body to the pleasures. She enthusiastically slobbered on the sweet tuber in her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin. She wantonly rubbed her breasts against the tantalizing fibers, feeling them cup her bosoms gently as they seductively caressed her nipples and areolas. Her nipples were erect and hard. She would have liked to have a tongue licking them at that moment. Meg became aware of the second growing tuber seeking to penetrate her hot cunt at this time.
