Frisy Flowers

Fauna rose from the altar and walked to the rear of the crumbling temple. A wooden door had once divided it from the Woods of Wonder, but it had long since decayed, leaving a stone threshold as the only evidence it had ever existed. Beyond it, life bloomed. A rolling field leapt and tumbled before her. It was called the Field of Flora, named after the goddess of spring, plants, the sow and the harvest. Beyond it, hidden from view, was a narrow stream that divided the field and forest. The Woods of Wonder stretched for a lifetime, so she had been told, and somewhere within it, trouble was brewing. She was certain she could put a stop to it, though she wasn't in a hurry; she wanted to take the time to enjoy the beauty of the world around her.

She strode confidently into the field. The grass climbed to her knees, tickling her legs as they reached through the cloth strips of her dress with every step. She smiled. She wiggled her bare toes, the blades soft beneath her feet. Huge flowers bloomed all around her, dotting the rich green grass with pink, yellow, pale blue and a vibrant violet. She took a deep breath. The air was so sweet it even tasted of honey. She wondered where all the bees and butterflies were; they were creatures of Flora, and surely they would be in her most sacred place? She shrugged. Perhaps it was still too early in the day. A few stray beads of dew continued to lounge on blades of grass and flower petals. Yes, she thought, it's still too early. She looked at a cluster of blue flowers overflowing with pollen. They were nearly the size of her head. She knelt beside one and stroked its prominent stigma, its girth comparable to a small branch and nearly five inches in height. Her fingers came away yellow.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "the bees will wake up soon."

The flower then lunged forward, its stigma grazing her lips.

Fauna recoiled in surprise. "Goodness!" she gasped.

All around her, flowers began to writhe. Clumps of pollen fell from their stigmas like shooting stars. They stretched towards her, their stems growing to accommodate their need to move.

Fauna frowned. "You poor flowers are desperate for pollination," she said with a pout. Her frown quickly faded. "I have an idea." She reached for the closest flower, the one she had been petting before it lunged at her, and stroked its stigma again. "I'll spread your pollen. That will make everybody happy." She turned to the next flower, petting it until her entire hand was stained. She turned to the next one and stroked its stigma the same way she stroked Storm Caller's horn. The flower seemed to push against her as if begging for more.

"Don't worry," she laughed. "There's enough for everybody."

As soon as she finished speaking, a fourth flower lunged forward and wedged its stigma between her lips.

"Hm!" she gasped. "Someone's eager!" Her voice was muffled. Flowers continued to crowd around her. She reached out with both hands and stroked their stigmas, up and down as the fourth flower bobbed gently in her mouth. They finished with a quick burst of pollen. As soon as one was done, another appeared. When the fourth flower slipped out of her mouth, a fifth - or no, perhaps it would be the seventh? - took its place, plunging between her lips and pumping them with a frail desperation. The flowers were delicate, and so she had to let them do what they needed.

Something smooth wrapped around her ankles. She glanced over her shoulder while a flower continued to pound her mouth. The flowers' leaves had come to life and held her, curling around her ankles and legs, ready to pull her through the field when this cluster of flowers finished. The ones in her hands showered her in pollen, and the one between her lips completely coated her tongue. The leaves tightened their grips and pulled her towards the next clump, knocking her onto her back as the vegetation peered up from the grass like curious imps.

Fauna laughed. "I would have simply walked over when I finished!" She reached out her yellowed palms and two flowers, a purple and a pink, raced to fill them. She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue and a third flower, this one yellow, thrusted its stigma into her waiting mouth. She sucked gently, kissing the plant as it bobbed back and forth. A fourth flower, blue as the sky above, loomed over her, almost as if watching. Its petals seemed to pulse, subtly curling and uncurling, throbbing as it waited for its turn. After nearly a full minute of watching Fauna stroke the two flowers in her hands, watching heavy pollen crumbs drift to the grass below, watching her suckle another stigma until it turned her saliva gold, the blue flower couldn't wait any longer. One of its leaves curled around the cloth strap that hung between Fauna's legs, pulled it aside, and thrusted its stalk into her quim.

"Mmm!~" Fauna arched her hips, planting her still-bound feet firmly on the ground. She was still dripping from Storm Caller's blessing, so this curious blue flower faced no resistance. The flower pulled back and plunged in, delicate petals tickling her thighs, stigma tracing her trembling walls. Had she not been enjoying a pollen feast, she would have bitten her lip. The little flower felt so good.For a moment she even forgot about the flowers in her hands, and they had to hump her fingers to get her attention again.

How selfish of me! she thought. I can't forget the reason I'm here.

The flower in her mouth finished. A new one failed to fill her. Pollen rained down on her forearms and the two flowers in her grasp slinked away, satisfied. Again, new ones failed to claim their place. With her work halted, Fauna was able to focus on the one between her legs. She carefully flexed the muscles in her quim, tightening her grip on the pistil. In response, the flower humped her faster. Warmth filled her pelvis and seductively crawled through the rest of her body. The knobby stigma massaged her inner walls, filling her with pollen as the plant fed off her heat and wetness. She giggled and started stroking her clit. She was still doing her job, and she may as well enjoy it!

After a short while, the flower started to slow. It gave her a few final, almost lazy humps before withdrawing, dripping bright yellow streams. The leaves clutching Fauna's dress and ankles relaxed their grips and slipped away. She remained on her back a moment longer, feeling the sun on her body, relishing in the sensations she felt, waiting for new flowers to come to her. When they didn't, she got to her feet and looked around.

All around her, the flowers mated with each other. They rubbed stigmas together, pressed their petals against one another, humped each other until the air took on a yellow tinge. There was only one section of flowers that hadn't taken the time to get to know one another just yet. They grew in the middle of the field and seemed to be watching her, their petals twitching in anticipation. She made her way towards them, eager to help.

"I'm here," she said. "Let me help you."

The grass around her began to shift. Blades grew, doubling, tripling in height. They wove themselves together into a thick braid and then rushed towards her, wrapping around her waist and hoisting her into the air in the center of the cluster. There were seven flowers waiting. The first two raced up like falcons and pressed their pistils into her hands. She accepted readily, sliding her fingers along their tacky shafts. They pushed against her, pollen already sprinkling down into the grass. A third flower rushed to fill her mouth. She pressed her lips together and allowed it to set the pace, sliding back and forth, its stigma tickling her tongue as it threatened to sneak down her throat. The flavor was an enticing mix of bitter and sweet. Two more braids of grass entwined themselves and then wrapped around her ankles, pushing her legs apart. Something tickled her feet. She looked down, a sticky string of saliva dribbling onto her chest, and saw two more flowers pleasuring themselves against her. They rubbed their pistils firmly against her soles, trying to slip between their toes as they coated her pale flesh in yellow. She giggled from the sensation, and in response the flower in her mouth began ramming her faster. The final two flowers slowly inched their way towards her legs. Once again they seemed to examine her, trying to gauge whether they'd fit. One pressed itself against her ass. The pistils were so delicate that, she thought, there was no way it'd be able to get inside of her. But then she felt herself parting. She moaned, the sound a mixture of curiosity and reaction to the strange sensation. The seventh and final flower rubbed against her entrance. She was still sensitive from the last flower's exploration. She moaned, once again prompting the flower between her lips to pump her harder, completely filling her mouth with its pollen. She sucked greedily, swallowing the substance that coated her cheeks and teeth. As she did this, she continued to stroke the flowers in her hands, and wiggled her toes so that the ones humping her feet had a little extra treat. Finally, the one stroking her entrance pushed its way inside of her. She suppressed a hum; she wanted to feel all of the flowers together for at least a few moments.

A variety of sensations flooded Fauna's body. Pleasure filled her hips and flowed through the rest of her body; the tacky stigmas, pistils and petals tickled her thighs, hands and feet; the one in her mouth brought her great satisfaction as she not only relieved it of its suffering, but got to enjoy a unique and flavorful taste in the process. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on the sensations one at a time before finally studying them as a whole. Her body quaked. The first flower to fill her pussy had left her aroused, and the one inside of her now brought her close to a release of her own. She started to hum. Helping felt so good.

The flower in her mouth was the first to finish. It gave her face a few final humps before finally dropping enough of the pollen. It pulled itself out from between her lips, a wet chu briefly filling the air as it did so. It dripped damp threads the color of honey. Fauna swallowed, running her tongue along her teeth and cheeks to get everything she had been given. The flowers in her hands finished next. They bathed her forearms in citrine powder before withdrawing back to their normal height, their petals brighter now that they'd finished. With her fingers free, Fauna could stroke her clit once more, amplifying the sensation of the hefty stigmas massaging her insides. She could feel the final two brushing against each other with every thrust, giving her more and more pollen to spread throughout the field and beyond. The one in her ass was strange, but the one in her cunt was a pleasure, resulting in a unique stimulation that made her feel closer to this land already. Her muscles spasmed as she neared orgasm. "Please keep going," she said. "I'm almost there!"

The flowers complied. They pumped her until she dripped golden threads. The grass braid holding her trembled from the force. Finally Fauna gasped, the sound almost like a birdsong, and her entire body rattled. The two flowers, completely spent, withdrew and settled back in the grass below. The braid set her on her knees, unwound itself, and returned to normal. Fauna knelt in the field a moment longer to catch her breath. All around her, the other flowers finished as well. The field was returning to normal.

Satisfied in every way, Fauna got back to her feet and continued towards the treeline. If every encounter went as smoothly as this one, she would have the entire wood purified in no time.