Yet another short piece conceived for a contest of smut between myself and friend, this one was written specifically with some of his biggest fetishes in mind. It has a fantastical twist and a is quite unconventional! Dive in.
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You know, the job of a scientist is not always easy, but it's usually pretty rewarding. I've helped discover new species of plants and animals, and I derived a number of medicinal properties from my discoveries, too. I'm a naturalist and explorer.
But... sometimes I think existence has an absolutely weird sense of humor. How else could I possibly explain the misadventures my team's had this past week? I mean, where do I even begin to explain all this craziness?
We were on the trail of an extremely elusive lemur species on Madagascar when my teammate Brad stumbled into a burrow of some kind.
"Shit!" he shrieked, his leg sinking calf deep in an extremely well disguised hole. I rushed over.
"Oh man! Are you hurt?" I crouched behind him, putting my arms around his chest, hooked under his pits. I used my legs to try and pry him out of the hole. Our other team members, Marty and Cassandra, rushed over to help.
"I don't think it's injured, I was just really fucking surprised." He began shifting his weight pushing back with his free leg. "Damn, this hole is deep! What makes burrows like this out here?"
"What's the angle like?" Cassandra asked. "Most everything in this area are tree-dwellers..."
"It's weird, it's straight down," Brad said, "and it's like there's
nothing
below, nothing on all sides. I'm only being squeezed right here at the calf." He pointed to the section of leg we could actually see touching earth.
"That is super weird," I grunted, still pulling. He was coming loose. "But maybe... it was just a hollow that got buried by... a storm, or shifting ground. No biggie." Marty threw himself into a crouch and aided me by wrapping his arms around my middle.
"On my count," he said. "One... two... three!" we both pulled, throwing our weight collectively into the effort.
"It's working!" Brad said happily. "My leg's coming free." After a couple of minutes of combined work, Marty and I got him out and we all fell back in a heap.
"Whew!" I grunted. "Brad, your leg ok? Let's see." Pulling away from the hole, Brad rolled up his pant leg and removed his boot. No blood, no bad scratches. It didn't look twisted, and I saw no swelling.
"Looks good, Sally," he told me. "Doesn't hurt but I could just be pumping with adrenaline. I'll give it a few."
"Good idea," I nodded. "Let's all take ten. Our little kerfuffle probably scared off everything within fifty yards anyway." My team settled down and busted out water and some snacks. Tromping through rainforest looking for tiny primates was hot, thirsty work.
"I kinda want to take a look at this hole," Cassandra said, walking cautiously toward it. "Could be a nest, could be just an odd patch of hollow ground."
"Yeah, let's poke around a little," I replied, after taking a gulp of my canteen. "If it's not an animal den maybe we could fill it up, just so no one else stumbles in and gets hurt." Cassandra put herself on her belly and inched over.
"Wow Brad, you must've caught it just right. It's hardly big enough for a boot your size."
"Hey, you know what they say about men with big feet," Brad quipped in response. He held his palms open nearly a foot and a half to illustrate his point. "You know what I mean?" I playfully punched him on the shoulder.
"Sure, but you're not supposed to stick your
foot
in those holes," I countered. We all laughed, except Cassandra. Totally focused, she was peering into the opening with her flashlight.
"Guys, this is really fucking weird," she said. "There's
nothing
down there I can see, nothing at all! And, it's the damndest thing, but... There's air flowing
out
of the hole.
Cold
air!" We all leaned in. I was fascinated.
"Buried cave, maybe?" I hypothesized.
"Buried
something
," she answered. "I say we open it up."
"Agreed," I said.
"Second," Marty put in. Like Cassandra, we all flopped down on our bellies and began pulling clumps of dirt away from the hole. The tree roots beneath us had formed a pretty good network to secure the dirt, leaving only that one gap. Pretty soon we'd uncovered a genuine hole in the ground, only about five feet wide, and deep. So deep, and cylindrical in shape, it was like an abandoned well. I said as much.
"Solid theory," Brad remarked. "What do we do now? Do we just leave it? We can't fill it in."
"We could make a crude sign or marker and post it to warn passerby." Cassandra remarked thoughtfully. I used my headlamp to beam down into the hole. It loomed below us, black and yawning, but somehow... though I felt like I ought to be frightened, it seemed more mysterious and tantalizing than scary. I stuck my head in, bracing my upper body at the rim.
"Hello!" I shouted into the void, and waited. My voice dropped
down
, but did not come bouncing back... I waited a while. "Echo!" I dropped the second time, listening intently. Nothing. "This thing must be fucking
deep
," I muttered, beginning to shimmy back out. Distracted by my own effort, I had to pause when I half caught something that sounded like my name, coming not from my team but somewhere below me. Twisting to look back at them, I asked: "Did somebody call me?"
"No," Marty said. "We were all waiting for you." I shook my head and continued dragging myself out of the hole by my elbows.
"Let's make the sign," Brad was saying when I felt something touch my wrist. I jerked, startled, but saw what appeared to be a root that I'd brushed, and relaxed again. However, when I was unable to pull free of it, I sought the source... And found myself peering straight down, at a vine curled snugly around my wrist, risen from the depths of nowhere.
"Uhhh... guys?" I started, tugging at my captor. It was firmly set, somewhere. Before they could even look, I felt something... odd. The vine trapping me began to writhe, and suddenly the largest, most spectacular flowers I'd ever seen began to sprout and bloom from it. Big as dinner plates, with a five-petal bloom in the most vivid electric purple. I goggled at the sight of the one closest to me. As the flower came into its full beauty, it released a scent that hit me right in the face, immediately making me swoon with heady intoxication. My body... grew hot. And my mind told me to go down, to let the vine take me. That paradise awaited me down there...
Cassandra was the first to notice my predicament, and the first to react when I shot forward into the hole
not
of my own volition.
"Oh shit," I declared, feeling myself dragged headfirst down into what I was already envisioning as some kind of wonderland. Cassandra dove on my legs, screaming at the guys to help her, and I felt their weight momentarily halt my progress. It was just my round ass and legs sticking out of the hole at that point. The vine on my wrist grew thicker, and suddenly began growing. It enveloped my whole upper body
as I watched
and began pulling again. Then more vines, already blossoming like mine had, crept out around me to ensnare my team, dosing each one of them with the intoxicating perfume. I was feeling very warm and very good about the whole thing by then. "Hang on!" I giggled. "We're going for a ride!" The vines got all of us in one fell swoop, and before we knew it, we were all being rushed right along down the tunnel to somewhere, screaming bloody murder in the dark.