lWoD Changeling: The Green Tree

lWoD Changeling: The Green Tree
Tags: WoD, Dubcon, Aphrodisiac, MandrakeXFemale

The moon lit up the park, silver beams spread over every tree in the structured field.

Footsteps crunched over fallen leaves, one after the other, making a line into a deep edge of the faux forest.

“Shit,” Bridget cursed as she pulled her jacket close. She was happy enough that she wasn’t bulging out anymore. At least now, with all the seeds out of her, she could go back to walking around in public. Though as a bonus, every grocer on the block thought she had a miscarriage. Free servings and hugs wherever she went.

She had a plastic green watering can with her as she walked between familiar trees. It was the sort that you could buy in any grocery store across the nation, but you wouldn’t need to since your family probably has 4 stuffed away in a garage somewhere.

Bridget found hers in a closet, under some old dresses Liz tried to stuff away.

She stopped in front of a little clearing, sunbeams shining down on a circle of grass, that had a hole dug in the center of it.

“Double shit,” Bridget stomped, “Fucking gardener, must have ripped it up.”

Her seed, the only surviving seed, and someone took it. Bridget had watered it for weeks, watching it bud into a strange little tree. It was thick, twisting, despite its size.

She stood above the empty hole, stuffed her hand in her pocket, and sighed.

“Oh well.”

It was two weeks later when Bridget walked into their apartment with a big carton of orange juice, two deli sandwiches, and a roll of gauze.

Liz walked into the living room, her eyes on the bag, “It took you long enough.”

“I picked up something extra,” Bridget said as she sat her bag on the table, “Now are you going to let me fix up that wound?

Liz insisted that she was attacked by a large dog on her way home two days before. It wasn’t like any dog attack Bridget ever saw before. Deep slashes along her ribs that didn’t want to heal right. They looked purple on her skin. She knew better than to worry about Liz, but it made her touch so tender.

“I’m fine,” Liz said, but she sat down anyway and lifted her shirt to reveal the bloody padding already there.

Bridget cut it loose, and slid the padding away. Liz didn’t look at her, at least not when Bridget could see her eyes.

“Are you sure thi-”

“Not unless it magically stopped being a dog in the last 24 hours.”

Bridget bit her bottom lip. Liz was always so stern. Still, Bridget would be cranky too if she had festering wounds in her chest.

“I know you don’t like hospitals,” Bridget began, then let the words hang.

“Why did you buy sandwiches?” Liz asked.

Bridget tried to avoid smiling. She knew Liz could just feel her excitement. It was one of those things about her, she was so in tune with everyone. Even if she seemed cold, she had more emotion than anyone Bridget ever knew.

“No reason,” Bridget said with a shrug as she used a wet cloth to wipe at the wound.

Liz looked down at her as the new padding was squeezed against her ribs.

“You want to go to the park, don’t you?” Liz asked, “I still don’t know what you see in that place.”

Bridget unfurled some gauze, “The sun is about to start setting, we can sit on a blanket, eat our sandwiches, and watch the sun go down.”

Liz groaned, and it wasn’t from the wound.

Bridget rolled her eyes, “Fine, fuck you then.”

“Finish wrapping me,” was all she said.

“Oh,” Bridget said, trying to hide her grin, “I found something in the closet the other week.”

Liz frowned.

As they walked through the park, Bridget held a grocery bag full of goodies at her side. It was still beautiful out, and the park was just clean enough that she wasn’t afraid of sitting down in the slightly moist grass.

“Keep up,” Bridget said, turning behind her.

Liz was walking a dozen paces back, a faded pink and white sundress fluttering around her. Her steps were stiff, and Bridget was sure it wasn’t because of the wound on her side.

“Come on,” Bridget said, “You look adorable.”

Bridget swore she saw Liz’s eyes flash red.

They moved toward the shade of the trees, and they rolled out a small blanket that was too ratty to use on the bed. She sat out the sandwiches, and Liz watched it like it was going to get up and run.

Bridget unwrapped her store-bought dry two dollar sandwich, and bit in deep. It tasted as cheaped as she hoped, but she didn’t need a high class meal with Liz. She leaned her ear against Liz’s shoulder, and could hear her breathing. It was comforting, a quiet moment in their otherwise shitty lives.

“Bridget,” Liz whispered.

Liz was looking down into her eyes. Bridget could feel her tighten up. She got like this before she talked about weird stuff. Like before she made her sign that piece of paper about Liz protecting her, and before they walked into the magical forest for the first time.

“I have something I need to ask you.”

Bridget shuffled closer, put a hand on the girly dress she found for Liz.

“Whatever the question is,” Bridget said, “The answer is yes.”

The tension in Liz’s body melted away.

“You would be stupid enough to say that,” Liz sighed.

“I’ve learned my lesson,” Bridget said with a laugh, “No more questioning you.”

Liz pushed her until she was sitting up, and turned on the blanket until they were looking eye to eye.

“This isn’t the same,” Liz said, “I can’t protect you from this. I can’t keep my promise in this case. Someone is looking for me, and I found out she is closer than I ever thought.”

Bridget’s back went straight.

“What, is this some ex?”

Liz frowned, “You could say that.”

“Fine,” Bridget shrugged, “I’ll just have to beat her ass. I’ll protect you this time.”

She felt silly as soon as she said it. Liz just stared at her, then leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

It took a second for Bridget’s eyes to open after the kiss, and then she couldn’t stop smiling.

“I have to pee,” Liz announced.

She stood and started to walk toward the trees.

“Not going to use the portapotty?”

“This is quicker,” Liz said as her billowing dress faded into the shadows.

Bridget finished her sandwich. Then she finished a glass of orange juice. Then she watched the sun begin to turn purple and gold.

Liz was gone for too long.

She stood up, and headed into the trees, leaving the carton. She brought the sandwich with her. The trees were darker now, the sun on its way down. It reminded her of her late nights escaping to the park. She would lie and say she was going to the corner store, or going to the casino. It wasn’t far from here that she found the time to dig a little hole, squat over it, and lay a beautiful brown seed the size of a softball.

It was so instinctive, she covered it up with her hands and then walked away as if nothing happened. She never forgot the spot though, and even after Liz had crushed every other seed, Bridget still watered it once a week.

Then some asshole stole it.

“Bridget.” Echoed LIz’s voice.

“Liz?” She replied. It sounded far away, like she was calling to her from one of the businesses bordering the park and the bounce just happened to make it far enough.

There was no reply. Where was she?

“Bridget.”

“Liz!” Bridget yelled this time, “Tell me where you are!”

She continued walking, trying to follow the bouncing sounds.

“Bridget.”

Bridget slowed down. At this point she was sure there was some magical mumbo jumbo going on. Was this that ex-girlfriend she was talking about? She didn’t even have any weapons to work with. She was willing to crack a bitch over the head for Liz, or worse.

The voice came again, and for a moment, Bridget thought she had a lock on its location. She went into a full sprint, heading toward a thick group of trees and passing between the branches toward the dark clearing on the other side.

Then everything changed.

She came to a trotting stop, and looked around her. The trees were still there, but the rest of the forest didn’t look the same. It was overrun with strange types of trees and bushes, and interwoven between them were long vines that made her skin crawl just looking at them.

“Damnit,” Bridget whispered. She was back in the magical hedgegrows.

She could still see the park between the branches of the trees, if she hurried it would be that simple.

“Bridget.”

Bridget stopped. The voice was coming from here. Whatever was happening, Liz had to be nearby. She could feel it.

She walked the path, keeping between the reaching vines. It was well trodden here, she didn’t even need to heed Liz’s words of warning about the thorns.

She stopped when she heard a sound. Rhythmic and familiar.

Bridget pushed past the hedge to her right, falling into a wide brush. She nearly screamed from the branches poking into everything, but she heard that sound grow closer. She crawled out of the bush, and looked on in the distance.

A figure was there, green and brown, its back to Bridget. She moved closer, seeing that it was moving, shifting back and forth. It was the source of the sound.

As she got that much closer, she saw a flap of pink and white. The dress, Liz’s dress. It was on the far side of the green and brown figure.

Bridget’s eyes went wide. She knew what she was seeing. Her heart throbbed. Her breath stopped. She could feel a film of sweat across her body.

That sound was Liz. It was the rhythmic beat of her body, in the throes of lovemaking. At least, that’s when she ever heard it. That soft moan when her strap-on struck home, or a toy of theirs sunk deep.

That figure, now she could see that it looked like gnarled green vines with some parts near the arms darkening to brown. It had her pinned against a tree trunk, was pressing into her over and over again without mercy.

Liz’s eyes looked straight ahead, but her cheeks were flushed pink.

The vine-man, something about it pulled at her. When she closed her eyes, she saw her little bud, water drops dripping from the leaves as she watered it. Her stomach clenched. It survived.

She felt something like, relief.

“Bridget,” The voice whispered to her again, “Run.”

That wasn’t like LIz’s voice, it was Liz’s voice. Liz looked across the clearing to Bridget, her eyes pleading.

Bridget closed her eyes, then crawled a step back.

A small snap came from behind her. The plantman stopped pumping. Bridget looked back and saw a small twig in the grass.

When she looked up, the plantman was looking over its shoulder. Its face a pattern of curling vines, two pitch black orbs stuck in place. They looked straight at her.

Bridget jumped to her feet, but it was already moving. She dove into the bushes, and tried to make it to the hedge. She could hear its footsteps, knew it would be on her if she didn’t hurry. She just needed to make it back to the branches, make it back to some place normal. She would get whatever weapons she needed to, fire, a machete, and come back to save Liz.

Something snagged on her ankle, and she screamed as she tried to kick free. Then it yanked back against her, pulled her forcefully into the clear night sky, a too empty sky.

She grabbed at the dirt, it came up in clumps under her fingertips, unable to resist the unnatural strength of her newborn child.

The plantman fell heavy on her back, pinned her down.

“Please don’t do this!” Bridget screamed, “Please!”

It dug edged hands into her pants and ripped them away. She felt the cold on her rear, then felt a rigid heat pressed against her. She closed her eyes, expecting pain, torment.

Instead the tip slid against her outpressed netherlips. She stayed tense, ready for the blow, and received a new sensation.

It circled there, a warm moisture touching her there, dabbing. It slid over her waiting entrance, touched the back of her thighs, prodded her rosebud. At first she wondered if it knew what it was doing at all. Maybe it was lost when it came to sex, no matter how violent.

Then she remembered Liz against the tree.

No, soon enough she felt it. An odd heat. It wasn’t burning, more like a strange yearning as every bit of skin it had touched  was suffused with blood. She tried to clench her thighs to scratch the itch, tried to move her pinned down arms as the creature stayed ready to mount her from behind.

She couldn’t shake the feeling. It was a feeling that turned to an urge. It was an urge that was quickly becoming lust.

Bridget bit her lip, unsure what to do. She wiggled her hips, hoping for air. It just made it worse, her lips felt tender, her clit was burning for even the slightest brush.

“What are you waiting for?” She whispered, fighting back tears.

She didn’t want to admit it, but now she needed it. Monster or not, she needed anything pressed inside her.

“Just do it,” Bridget whispered, “Do it, do it.”

She curled her toes. Her breathing was heavy, her anus quivered.

“Damnit,” She shouted.

Bridget did the last thing she expected to do. She pressed her hips back, tried to press his still hard wood into her waiting body.

At first it felt like she was pushing it away, then she found just the right position. As its head slid in, she felt a rush of heat that forced a small moan from her lips. It moved with her now, pressing into her, sliding the intense heat further until it filled her with an insane sensation.

Then, as if it waited for that moral victory, it leaned into her. The strange head of vines pulled close behind hers, until she could see it out of the corner of her eyes. A vine wrapped around her stomach, another wrapped around her wrist, and then it pumped into her.

Each time it moved, she felt the heat anew. Small bursts of nirvana that made it impossible for her to think. Every time it filled her, a small moan escaped her lips, her whole body shivered, her ass clenched.

It was trembling inside her. Soon it was going to burst. Would it be the same, new seeds? Would she give birth to little grandchildren in a week?

It pulled out of her, and she let out a shameful cry for more. Then she felt the head return, this time rushing in so deep she let out a cry as it filled her.

Then she felt the first burst. It was thick, it was cold, and strange. But it burst, again, and again, thick globs that each made her cry out in joy. Her fingers bit into the dirt, her legs pressed her ass against him, until it was all over.

Then it slid free.

She fell to the ground and rolled over, looking up at her seedbaby.

Its face had changed. It had features, a nose, the outline of a mouth, curved in where the glass-black eyes were placed. It looked almost human.

It blinked at her.

Then Liz rose up behind it, her hands gripped together and pulled back to swing.

“No!” Bridget yelled.

Liz stopped, and the creature turned to look Liz in the eyes.

Then with a strange groan, it rushed into the bushes.

“Damnit Bridget,” Liz said, “Why?”

Bridget felt the thick liquid inside her shift around. She held a hand to her stomach, and bit her lip.

“Its mine,” She said.