(Author's Note: Originally posted under the pen name Gert_Boekbinder
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Elaine wasn't Elaine any more. Or at least she wasn't just Elaine. As the vines pulled her into the soft soil of the forest floor and invaded her body, she felt her mind leave her body. Her consciousness seemed to balloon out from her physical form. No longer shackled to a tangible frame, she encompassed so much more. She became the trees, the branches, the leaves and the grass. She felt life coursing through her, along with the animals and people that roamed the forest. Or to put it another way, roamed her. Elaine the woman had been replaced by Elaine the forest.
The tidal way of information and feeling from her expanded existence was nearly too much to take. She heard every birdsong, and felt every leaf budding. It was an exquisite agony. Somewhere deep in the back of her head, she could feel the fleshy form of her body orgasming over and over. But she was beyond that, at least for the time being. She felt something in that moment she hadn't felt for a long time; not in her adorable little cottage, not at her old flat in London and not even in her university days. She felt connected to something; proper, intimate connection. A connection to everything; to life itself.
Despite the tidal wave of sensation crashing against her consciousness, Elaine knew she wasn't alone in that moment. The presence that had been there in the clearing was with her now. Watching her. Elaine attempted to say something but at that moment she was lacking such tawdry physical elements as vocal cords.
Her attempt to communicate did not go unnoticed. With a rush, the understanding of what was happening burst through the stream of sensation pouring into Elaine. The presence was the forest itself. It had taken a long time for someone to find it's copse and commune with it. It had clearly been hidden too well. It was waiting for someone to become it's avatar; to become it's physical representation. Someone to be the forest's guardian and to help it seed new life.
A question formed in Elaine's mind.
Would you be my avatar?
She floundered. It was too much. The sensation overwhelming. The answer though didn't come from her conscious mind. It came from somewhere deep within her. Somewhere more primal.
Yes
, was her reply.
Elaine woke with a start. The sky above the clearing was black. Stars shone brightly and the moon lit everything in a harsh, pale light.
She was naked and half buried in the soil of the forest floor. She lay there, panting, for what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes. The sky above her was dark. The lack of light pollution made the stars above shine with more intensity. Around the soil was churned and loose; had she been thrashing when her mind was.... Where had her mind gone, she wondered.
Her body felt strange somehow. Looking down, everything seemed to be where it was prior to the vines grasping her. But a strange itchy sensation in the back of her mind told her that something was different. Not bad, but different.
She slowly, gingerly pulled herself out of the dirt and to her feet. Her pussy, arse and mouth were all sore from where the forest had pushed itself into her. It had been a while before anything larger than her own fingers had been near those areas, so it wasn't surprising. She had forgot how wonderful it was to be 'filled up'.
She scooped up her clothes and was about to get dressed when she paused. Despite it being a late summer night, the forest wasn't cold. Cool from the gentle breeze blowing through the oaks, certainly. But not cold.
An urge over took her. Whether motivated by a new sense of freedom or a mild delirium from all that had happened she couldn't say. She wrapped her clothes into a tight ball and shoved them roughly in her backpack. She then ate the protein bar she had chucked in there that morning. She was ravenously hungry, and the densely compacted nuts and dates tasted blissful. After a brief moment to stand and feel the air on her body, she started walking home as nude as the day she was born.
As she trekked through the woods she noticed a few things. While ducking thorns and mud, she felt a bit unsteady on her feet. Not dangerously so, just that her balance wasn't quite right. She also found that, despite the darkness she knew where she was. It wasn't like someone had just dropped a sat-nav in her brain. She just an unshakable confidence that home was in that direction, the clearing was back there, the village over in that vague direction and a small pond clogged with lichen was down that slope.
She made good time through the forest. It was late at night so she hadn't had to duck out of the way of dog walkers or ramblers. And thanks to her sudden sense of direction she avoided getting lost or turned around in the darkness.
She was only a couple of miles from home when she encountered them. In another clearing, not unlike the one she was walking back from, a group of teenagers had taken up residence.
Elaine watched the from the treeline, hiding her naked form behind the leaves of a beech tree. There were six of them. Four lads, and two girls. They had a lantern style torch and a Bluetooth speaker set up and were filling the quiet night air with tinny grime. The clearing smelt heavily of weed.
One of the girls was sat in the lap of a boy - their lips locked together. The other girl was sat opposite them with two more of the boys. She took a drag on what must have been a spliff before passing it to one of her friends. Lastly, sat somewhat isolated from the others was the fourth boy, his back to Elaine.
Elaine couldn't drag her eyes from the couple kissing. The boy, somewhere between eighteen and twenty at most, had worked his hands underneath the girls crop top and was sliding them up to her bra clasp. She gasped in mock horror at him and playfully slapped his hand away. He said something imperceptible above the din of the speaker, and then their lips met again. The passion of their youthful lust triggered something in Elaine.
Her hand dropped to her crotch and pressed against her tender pussy. To her surprise she was already wet. Incredibly so. As if she was already deep into a frenzied fucking session. Her fingers slid up into her cunt. She was easily wet enough to take four of them immediately. She gasped dreamily.
In front of her the young lovers were still going at it. The girl had unbuttoned the lad's chequered shirt and was rubbing the dark skin on his chest. Elaine watched with hungry eyes. As her fingers plunged inside her, she imagined herself with them. Pushing herself between them and locking their tongues with hers. Feeling the boys dick push inside her cunt while she grabbed the girls soft flesh and suckled her tits.
With a throaty grunt of pleasure, Elaine came. The spasm of pleasure coursing through her body, combined with her uneasy balance made her legs give out and she collapsed to the earth with a thud.
The noise didn't attract any attention from the lovers, or the group sharing a spliff. But the lad who was sat on his own turned around and looked in Elaine's direction -- a look of concern on his face. Elaine stayed still, her hand embedded in her crotch.
The boy gave a glance to his friends who were all occupied with their own business before standing. He brushed the dirt from the back of his jeans and tentatively walked in Elaine's direction.
Elaine's breath caught in her throat. As she lay on the ground she felt the breeze blowing gently over her naked frame, a frame that would soon be fully exposed to the young man walking in her direction.
With no better options available to her, Elaine pulled her fingers from her sex and crawled into the welcoming arms of the tree nearby. She hoped vainly that the foliage would obscure her just enough, and that the investigator would walk straight past her.
He was only a few yards away. She held her breath and stayed stock still. The young man was surprisingly handsome. His hair was dark and curly, and his chin was covered in a layer of stubble. He was neither too fat nor too thin, as far as Elaine could tell. The baggy hoodie he wore didn't give much away, but his jeans encased a reasonably peachy ass. Like the others he seemed to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty; the twilight made it harder to judge any more accurately than that.
He walked forward and paused in front of the tree that Elaine was hidden under. It had clearly done it's job as he seemed unaware of her existence. She gave a silent word of thanks to the forest for helping her in her time of need. Once he had returned back to his friends, Elaine planned to sneak off, throw her clothes back on and get-
Her clothes! Her backpack! Elaine realised too late that in her desperation to hide she had forgotten her clothes. There, on the trail lay her maroon back pack, a strap broken from where she had fallen to the ground. The young man walked forward. Bent down and scooped up the bag.
Elaine cursed her stupidity. Now what could she do? If he decided to take the bag with him she would lose not just her clothes but her house keys, phone and purse. She really didn't fancy trying to break into her own home while in her birthday suit. There was nothing else for it.
As gracefully as she could, Elaine extracted herself from the tree and stood up. The young man didn't notice as he was too busy turning over the bag in his hands.
"Hello," croaked Elaine; her voice hoarse from lack of use and her throat being violated by the forest's vines.
The man jumped and wheeled around. At the sight of Elaine's nude body his eyes bulged and jaw dropped.
"Hello," she repeated. "That's my bag. Can I have it back?"
