A smaller story this time, focused on transformation. Hope you enjoy!
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The forest was closing in around Nick and his two co-workers. Paul to his left, Jason to his right. Both men carried axes with brand new handles attached to notched, scratched heads. Jason's hand held a torch which he swung back and forth, warding off the shadows that assaulted them in their quest. The plaid and suspenders outfits the men wore did nothing to camouflage from any predators who may have been lying it wait. But their quarry wasn't a rogue wolf or a bear. No, it was far more terrifying.
Nick was the smallest of the three, and the newest to the area. He'd never been on an alraune hunt. Sweat clung to the wood of the torch as he scanned for threats.
"How do we know which one is her?" Nick asked.
Jason, the burly sentinel, grunted his reply. Paul filled in the rest as he always did for his taciturn friend. "We'll know. Just be ready, and any woman you see out here? Don't trust 'em".
"I never do," Nick added with a grin. Jason shook his head, either in contempt or in disbelief. Maybe both.
"Yoo Hoo~"
A voice! It sounded female, but Paul had warned him about believing any girl's lies. He kept his eyes peeled behind him, using the torch to inspect each clutch of shadows that nipped at their heels. Petrified by the possibility of attack, he didn't notice the steps of his friends receding into the distance.
Nick spotted a pair of glowing pink eyes just above him. He spun around to warn Jason and Paul, but neither could be seen. Before he could throw his torch, an iron grip seized his torch arm!
"Aaah!" he screamed, the force causing him to release the burning wood. He saw in the falling flames the culprit: a long, bulbous tentacle. Like a vine had been given a malevolent intent. This must be the actions of that damned plant woman! The lumberjack fought against it, doing his best to drag his heels. But the tendril drew him deeper into a thicket.
A dozen tentacles reached out and slapped onto his skin. They wrestled apart his shirt, suspenders, and pants. Fabric bulged, distended, then tore. While he fought these assaults, another set snatched him off the ground. He pulled at the vines with all his might, even snapping a few. But as one withered and died, two more would take its place. His struggles turned to wriggling by the time the plant considered him contained enough to warrant a personal inspection.
The eyes turned into the silhouette of a young woman. Her features were human-like, but there were subtle differences. Leaves where her hair would be. A collection of flowers concealed her body in the mere suggestion of clothing. And her skin, blemish free as it was, would not be mistaken for anything but green. She was cute, but Nick knew she was some kind of appendage of a much larger, much more malevolent entity.
"And what has entered my forest tonight? Not a hungry animal, no. They'd be too smart for this by far. You have the scent of Man upon you." Her pert little nose turned up as if his stench offended her. Whether it was her demeanour, or the gentle stimulation of a dozen clinging tentacles to his body, Nike may never knew. The one thing he knew of was the growing urgency in the front of his underwear. Without pants to conceal it at least partially, his boner was available for inspection.
As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he noticed for the first time that the floral femme was grinning at him! The nerve! He fought against the wrapping vines, but only stimulated him further.
His erection must have contacted one of the green appendages because she bent over with a fit of devious mirth. "Ohohoh! Someone is getting a little caught up in the act, I see! You'll be a perfect specimen to try out a new recipe I made! But first, let's get you nice and pliable."
