"I told you not to go wandering off by yourselves," Kristyanne began, and then she realized the three Girl Scouts were carrying a person and she jumped to her feet. "Holy shit—sorry—but who's that?!"
She was so proud of her girls: how calm they stayed as they carefully put the young man down on Peach's sleeping bag, how clearly they explained that they'd followed all their first aid training and even taken a vote on whether it was safe to move him from where they'd found him, tangled up in some ivy vines. "Heartbeat and respiration seem normal," Cindy reported, a little self-consciously, as Kristyanne put the back of her hand to the unconscious stranger's forehead. "He has a fever. I thought maybe we could give him Tylenol or Advil or something?"
They all refrained from mentioning that he was naked, with a straining erection that looked frankly painful beneath a belly so bloated that he almost appeared pregnant. Sofyya got a blanket and put it over him, and then everyone could relax a little.
"He definitely needs medical attention," Kristyanne said. "I don't think we can get him down the mountain ourselves. I'll call for help."
She'd just gotten through to Search & Rescue and given their location coordinates when the young man suddenly let out a deep, unearthly, bellowing groan. Startled, Kristyanne dropped the phone. He arched and thrashed, throwing off the blanket, and Kristyanne had just enough time to notice that his skin had turned a distressing shade of green. Then a fountain of viscous green fluid jetted out of his swollen cock, thoroughly spraying the three shocked Girl Scouts and their aghast Troop Leader.
At one taste of the rich, acrid sap, all the thoughts fell out of Kristyanne's head. All she knew was that she needed more of it, more, more. She flung herself on the young man, pinning him down, and greedily drank from his spurting cock like it was a water fountain on a hot summer day. Her mouth watered at the pungent flavor of grass and something unnameable, a reek like rotting meat. It roiled her stomach but she couldn't stop drinking and drinking.
The girls tried to push her out of the way, but Kristyanne held them off until she'd drunk so much that her stomach was sloshing. Then, bloated and groggy, she reluctantly let them take turns. The green elixir was making her feel warm—no, hot, and she fumbled at her clothes until she managed to strip them off. A quiet voice in her mind was crying out that this was weird and wrong, but she couldn't pay attention to anything when she felt so hot, so wet, so powerfully aroused and desperate—
Cindy, Peach, and Sofyya were still gorging themselves on the green fountain, which was only just starting to slow. Kristyanne tried to push them out of the way so she could get that hard cock inside her, but she was feeling increasingly weak and slow, and they easily fought her off. She slumped to the ground next to the twitching, moaning stranger, squeezing her thighs together, overcome with need but unable to think what she could do about it.
The stranger sighed softly and his mouth fell open. A green vine as thick and fleshy as a tongue slid out from between his lips, winding and twisting down over his cheek and along the ground. Kristyanne smiled blissfully, relieved, and spread her legs. She didn't even have to chase it; it found her easily, twining up around her thigh and then pushing deep into her sopping cunt. Groaning, she fucked herself on it, riding the vine to a wrenching orgasm that left her gasping for breath.
When it was in as deep as it could go, it didn't stop, but began to coil up inside her, filling and stretching her until she ached. She whined, frustrated by unfulfilled need, and then gasped in shock as it withdrew all at once. But she wasn't empty for long; the vine squirmed over her until it found the divot of her asshole and plunged unhesitatingly in.
She was so full and so full and so full. It went deeper than she thought anything could go, twining up through her guts. An ache spread across her lower abdomen, below the bulge of her fluid-filled stomach. Kristyanne panted, dizzy with desire and a distant, muted fear.
With a snap, the end of the vine broke off, leaving some impossible amount of it inside her. The plug began to pulse, and Kristyanne whined as more fluid sloshed and gurgled inside her. She was so hot, burning up, and so full, and so unsatisfied. When the world began to go black around the edges, it was a relief.
* * *
"What the fuck," the SAR ranger muttered. He pulled his radio and called in. "I found them. Three girls, one woman, one man. All unconscious, and, uh, naked." He moved among them, checking vitals. "They're alive, at least. High fevers. I don't know—"
The woman groaned and convulsed, and a jet of green fluid sprayed from between her legs, splattering the ranger's face. A moment later, he was gulping thirstily at the source, even as the taste of it roiled his stomach.
The radio crackled, and he distantly heard someone say, "Mark? Do you copy?" He ignored it. They'd find him soon enough.
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She was so proud of her girls: how calm they stayed as they carefully put the young man down on Peach's sleeping bag, how clearly they explained that they'd followed all their first aid training and even taken a vote on whether it was safe to move him from where they'd found him, tangled up in some ivy vines. "Heartbeat and respiration seem normal," Cindy reported, a little self-consciously, as Kristyanne put the back of her hand to the unconscious stranger's forehead. "He has a fever. I thought maybe we could give him Tylenol or Advil or something?"
They all refrained from mentioning that he was naked, with a straining erection that looked frankly painful beneath a belly so bloated that he almost appeared pregnant. Sofyya got a blanket and put it over him, and then everyone could relax a little.
"He definitely needs medical attention," Kristyanne said. "I don't think we can get him down the mountain ourselves. I'll call for help."
She'd just gotten through to Search & Rescue and given their location coordinates when the young man suddenly let out a deep, unearthly, bellowing groan. Startled, Kristyanne dropped the phone. He arched and thrashed, throwing off the blanket, and Kristyanne had just enough time to notice that his skin had turned a distressing shade of green. Then a fountain of viscous green fluid jetted out of his swollen cock, thoroughly spraying the three shocked Girl Scouts and their aghast Troop Leader.
At one taste of the rich, acrid sap, all the thoughts fell out of Kristyanne's head. All she knew was that she needed more of it, more, more. She flung herself on the young man, pinning him down, and greedily drank from his spurting cock like it was a water fountain on a hot summer day. Her mouth watered at the pungent flavor of grass and something unnameable, a reek like rotting meat. It roiled her stomach but she couldn't stop drinking and drinking.
The girls tried to push her out of the way, but Kristyanne held them off until she'd drunk so much that her stomach was sloshing. Then, bloated and groggy, she reluctantly let them take turns. The green elixir was making her feel warm—no, hot, and she fumbled at her clothes until she managed to strip them off. A quiet voice in her mind was crying out that this was weird and wrong, but she couldn't pay attention to anything when she felt so hot, so wet, so powerfully aroused and desperate—
Cindy, Peach, and Sofyya were still gorging themselves on the green fountain, which was only just starting to slow. Kristyanne tried to push them out of the way so she could get that hard cock inside her, but she was feeling increasingly weak and slow, and they easily fought her off. She slumped to the ground next to the twitching, moaning stranger, squeezing her thighs together, overcome with need but unable to think what she could do about it.
The stranger sighed softly and his mouth fell open. A green vine as thick and fleshy as a tongue slid out from between his lips, winding and twisting down over his cheek and along the ground. Kristyanne smiled blissfully, relieved, and spread her legs. She didn't even have to chase it; it found her easily, twining up around her thigh and then pushing deep into her sopping cunt. Groaning, she fucked herself on it, riding the vine to a wrenching orgasm that left her gasping for breath.
When it was in as deep as it could go, it didn't stop, but began to coil up inside her, filling and stretching her until she ached. She whined, frustrated by unfulfilled need, and then gasped in shock as it withdrew all at once. But she wasn't empty for long; the vine squirmed over her until it found the divot of her asshole and plunged unhesitatingly in.
She was so full and so full and so full. It went deeper than she thought anything could go, twining up through her guts. An ache spread across her lower abdomen, below the bulge of her fluid-filled stomach. Kristyanne panted, dizzy with desire and a distant, muted fear.
With a snap, the end of the vine broke off, leaving some impossible amount of it inside her. The plug began to pulse, and Kristyanne whined as more fluid sloshed and gurgled inside her. She was so hot, burning up, and so full, and so unsatisfied. When the world began to go black around the edges, it was a relief.
* * *
"What the fuck," the SAR ranger muttered. He pulled his radio and called in. "I found them. Three girls, one woman, one man. All unconscious, and, uh, naked." He moved among them, checking vitals. "They're alive, at least. High fevers. I don't know—"
The woman groaned and convulsed, and a jet of green fluid sprayed from between her legs, splattering the ranger's face. A moment later, he was gulping thirstily at the source, even as the taste of it roiled his stomach.
The radio crackled, and he distantly heard someone say, "Mark? Do you copy?" He ignored it. They'd find him soon enough.