"Okay, students, we're here at the forest of Bela, and we're ready to get started! Now, does everybody remember their plantgirl etiquette?" Malik and Ertal groaned. They knew. They knew because they'd been asked no less than twelve times in the short journey from Arvis University. But they also knew that their leader, Miss March, wouldn't let them go without an answer. She was even smiling, bright and cheerful as she always was, and this
grated
where they would normally feel grateful for such a warm teacher. Still... Ertal spoke first.
"Establish boundaries to the letter, No Means No, take the lust draft before coming in, refresh if it's been more than two hours." He even held up his small pouch, and Malik did the same. But this was, apparently, enough, as Miss March held up her own, and beamed.
"Very good, class! Now, we're going to set up camp here, in this clearing, and we're going to split up, meet back here in... Oooh, five hours? That should give you each time to gather data for your assignment! I'll be working as well, so don't you worry, and, so long as you remember these rules, we won't have to call a search party out, alright?" They nodded. They'd
been
in the search parties before, and while they had a one hundred percent success rate in finding students and bringing them home, search parties
also
had to clean up their charges, and, as it turns out, plantgirls have a
lot
of cum.
So, without argument, they set their backpacks down, and set to work, watching each other as they did so. Malik, slim and waifish, had shouldered his pack without complaint, but his shirt was coated with sweat, testament to how hard it had been for them. Ertal, by contrast, was stronger, but also sensitive about his body, his shirt and waistcoat attempting to hide his slightly plump stomach. And Miss March... Well, both Malik and Ertal had thought a lot about Miss March. She wasn't just warm and kind, she was also shapely, and while she always dressed sensibly for the occasion, both admitted to themselves that they had thought about what lay under those clothes, and the possibility of exploring them, ever since they had been assigned to her class. Frequently.
But the setting up of the camp didn't take very long at all, and soon, the three surveyed their tents, their small alarm bells for animals perhaps intruding at night, and the little touches each had placed on their tents. And each smiled at the others, congratulating themselves on a job well done.
"Well, class, I see you've done another excellent job, so... Bottoms up, and let's get cracking!" Pulling a vial out of her pouch, she popped the cork with one practised thumb and swigged it before grimacing "Eugh. Never get used to that taste, and the numbness... So
unfair
!" The two students goggled.
That
was a new comment. Still, they followed suit, and, as per the directions agreed upon, they went their separate ways.
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Of the three, Miss March was the first to find success. A russet leafed plantgirl, her lips full, with legs rather than the more common root system, and her hips swaying with further leafy appendages that didn't quite cover her swaying buttocks. Turning around, she looked at Miss March, and smiled. Miss March grinned, and slipped into her waiting arms. Leaning forward, touching foreheads, she spoke.
"Hey Lissa... It's been all of a week, hasn't it?" Lissa smiled, her lips pouting, and then they kissed, clasping each others bodies and exploring each other's sensitive places from long practice.
"Ohhh,
Miss March
, you say the sweetest things! Why don't you get your clothes off, I've been
aching
to give you more seedlings..." They worked together to undress, smiling as they did so. Miss March
enjoyed
her research.
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Malik, meanwhile, was having a
miserable
time. He was expecting the numbness, but he had been assigned to a local cave ("We haven't really explored this area of the plantgirl ecology, Malik, it'll be a feather in your cap!") and... And it was damp, and it was dripping, and, while the local fungi were bioluminescent, it was still dim and... Malik was running out of things to add, and that, also, was misery. Still, he could always go back, say he hadn't...
...But then he sneezed, and noticed the motes in the air. Spores, blown from only a little deeper in the cave. And, judging by the sudden tightness of his shorts, the hardness of his nipples... They came from some variety of plantgirl, fresh and close. Gauging whether he needed a stronger dose, but dismissing the possibility for now, he crept forward, crushed a glowstone in his hand, and cast it further inward, lighting the-
"Owwww! Hey, turn it down, I can light things up if you
really
need!" The voice, coming from a tall stack of mushrooms, was mildly petulant, a little sleepy, but otherwise pleasant. The glowdust faded quickly, and, in its place, a pale, blue glow suffused the stack, and the cave around it was lit to reveal even more motes, glittering and flowing in the light. Malik gasped, and sneezed once more. The cave was
filled
with spores, and he reflexively reached for his pouch, uncorked another vial, and took it. As soon as he had, while the hardness in his crotch didn't lessen, his mind was more clear, and he knew he'd made a good call. Still, where was... He crept around, and stared.
Oh
.
Oh, the stack is the plantgirl!
Her hips were wide, and he had only mistaken her for a mushroom stack because, from behind, tendrils of hanging fungal strings made her hair. Her head was crowned by a large, rounded cap, and her eyes were big, round, and slightly luminescent. She cocked her head, staring as much as he did, taking in the sight before her.
"Oh! You're different than the usual animals and girls! Or... Wait, can you speak? You kind of look like me... Well...
Sort of
like me!" Malik stuttered, and fumbled his pouch back onto his belt, before bowing a little, to the mushroom girl's confusion.
"Yes, yes, I'm... I'm Malik, and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance!" he straightened up, and was a little crestfallen to see she was still confused "Oh, er... I'm an elf. Light skin, pointy ears... I come from out there, and we study plantfolk, like yourself." That brought a reaction. Laughter.
"Plants? I'm a plant now, am I? What a funny name! Still, I prefer Pora. And you're
Malik
, huh? An... Elf? Well... You can talk, which is nice, only a few of the girls come down here, and, while I
normally
feed myself just fine..." She leaned forward, reaching up an arm to stroke one finger down his shirt, down, down "...I could feel a good source of nourishment right..." her finger rested, firmly, on the tent in Malik's shorts, and his breath caught "...Here." She smiled. "Is part of your study giving rewards?" She leaned forward further, and Malik held his breath as the cap covered them both. "Because I'd
really like to be fed
." Malik gulped, and stepped backward a bit to give himself room.
"Er, I... Ahh... Yes, yes, part of studying is, er... Feeding, yes, we're always interested in how ladies of different types feed... But we also like to keep ourselves safe with rules, so, er... I'll definitely feed you, twice, if you let me leave and tell my friends about yourself and your way of life, as much as you want to let me know!" He was flushed. This was, however, necessary,
downright embarassing
for him. He was normally a bit of a doormat, and, however important it was to set boundaries, here of all places, it always made him feel like he was being too hard. Which was unreasonable, but- His thoughts were interrupted when Pora laughed.
"Oh, don't worry, I fully intend to let you leave after you've fed me. And since it seems like you're going to feed me really well, I'll be happy to tell you what I know, even though I've never really met another of my sisters... Sisters? Well, mostly sisters... After all..." She reached her hands behind her, moving her hair away and gripping "...It's a fair exchange." And, gently, she nodded behind her. Malik, taking the meaning, walked around, and undid his shorts, reaching out with one hand to confirm what his eyes were seeing.
She definitely had an ass. A big, round ass, soft to the touch, oh so smooth, and... Malik moaned as his shorts were released, his dick springing out, harder than it usually was. Dropping his shorts to the floor, he reached out with the other, positioning himself as Pora encouragingly swayed at him, pushing inside with a groan of fulfilment.
"Ohhhherieth I love study sometimes!"
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Miss March arched her back, clutching at her lover's head as she bucked into that tongue, the tongue that had filled her, as she'd been fingered, her asshole teased expertly, and gripping one of her supple breasts as she came. "Aaaaaaaaaaaayessss! Fuck fuck fuck your tongue is so good, Lissaaaaaa!" Wetness filled her, just as wetness coated Lissa's tongue, a sticky, sappy wetness that heralded her seeding. And then, Lissa crawled up, settling herself on one elbow as she grinned at her elven lover.
"Oh, that was as good as always, Miss March. I only wish you'd consider staying here, you know." Miss March blushed. In point of fact, she had. A lot more than she was willing to admit.
"Lissa, you
know
I'm doing good out there, but... Well, maybe one day, when the students don't need me nearly as much. Even though..." Lissa put a finger to her lips, silencing her.
"I know, and part of that would be teaching me how to make that goop you always bring. I know you need it, and, honestly? I
like
you like this. We could have a little homestead, and I'd have somebody so lovely to talk to! After all, I think it would be a disservice to let you cum your mind away, with all that you've done for us all here." She leaned in, and grinned, hard. "So... Tell me where you've sent your students. I'm
dying
to know what research you're doing today!" Miss March grinned herself. Lissa was like a puppy sometimes, and it was endearing. It helped that she was singularly intelligent, able to engage with her on an intellectual basis as well as the sexual. So...
"Well, Malik's gone down to the caves, and..." Miss March broke off as Lissa howled with laughter, rolling off Miss March and pounding the grass with her fist as she tried to contain herself. "...Oh, was that a mistake?" She had to wait a bit for an answer, but soon, Lissa subsided to only giggling, slipped herself back into Miss March's arms, and whispered what she knew into her ear. Miss March snorted, then giggled herself. "Really? Oh, the look on his face will be
priceless
! Still, I haven't told you about Ertal yet... Ertal's going... Well, I'll tell you after I've had
my
turn..." And, slapping Lissa firmly on the ass, she rolled her over and slid down with a chuckle.
