Padded Walk in the Woods - Part 1 (Patreon)

When we are all little it’s pretty common to believe in magical beings. Santa Claus, Merlin, Fairies; they’re all legends passed down between every generation that bring out the imagination in all of us.

Unfortunately, it’s just as common for those magical thoughts to leave our heads when we get older. Sometimes though, those magical creatures that we stop believing in... they can come back to bite us in the ass.

Take Lucy here for example. When she was little, Lucy used to love running around the woods behind her house and exploring and imagining all kinds of things that were hiding behind every corner, but when she got older she stopped believing in magic and started using the woods as her own personal trash can.

It didn’t matter if she was alone or by herself, she started abusing the forest like it was a game. She would leave litter lying about, she would use her lighter to burn the plants, and one of her favorite past times became tormenting some of the animals whenever she could manage. Suffice it to say... the woods was not happy with a certain bratty little girl.

The final straw was on a warm Friday evening when Lucy came to walk in the woods after school with a large bottle of vodka in her hand that she’d stolen from her parents’ liquor cabinet. She was getting drunk, smoking cigarettes, and making a general nuisance of herself to all of the calm woods’ inhabitants.

The woods felt like Lucy’s domain to her. She could do whatever she wanted, what were the stupid animals going to do about it?

After downing her rather large bottle of Vodka, Lucy took aim and tossed it as hard as she could against a big oak tree, causing shards of glass to explode in every direction. Life was good for a little troublemaker such as herself, but things were about to change.

After walking around for a bit longer and having a second cigarette, (Which she promptly threw onto the forest floor when she was done with it.) Lucy realized that all that Vodka had gone right through her and she desperately started feeling the urge in her bladder.

Knowing that no one was around, though she wouldn’t have cared all that much even if someone was, she found herself a nice spot right by one of the largest and oldest trees in the forest and yanked her plaid skirt up and her underwear down before positioning herself in a nice squat.

The pretty young woman let out a small sigh as she felt her body let go and began sprinkling the leaves beneath her with her urine. She smiled a little as she emptied her entire bladder after being filled to the brim with alcohol.

Unbeknownst to Lucy though, someone, or something, was watching her. And it was not happy.

Lucy sighed again, much more relieved as she emptied herself completely, finally finishing and pulling her panties back up and fixing her skirt.

As Lucy got back to walking, she was suddenly overcome with the strange and disconcerting feeling that she was being watched. Looking around she didn’t see anyone, but it didn’t make her feel that much better.

“Hello?” She called out, getting no answer.

She shrugged it off and got back to walking, mostly unaware of the tingling sensation that was starting to appear on her skin.

Little Girls shouldn’t walk in the woods by themselves...

It felt so faint and strange that part of Lucy’s head doubted she had actually even heard somebody. She twirled her body to look around, but still saw no one. Feeling a little unnerved at this point, she walked again, picking up her pace.

Little Girls should treat our forest with respect...

Lucy could hear what she almost thought was a voice, but it couldn’t actually be surely. There was no one else here.

Little Girls should know the proper time and place to relieve themselves...

Lucy denied to herself that she was actually hearing anything. It had to just be a figment of her imagination... right?

Little Girls who act naughty deserve to be punished...

Her own footsteps were the only ones that Lucy could hear, but it felt like a voice was ringing in her head that she couldn’t escape from.

Little Girls who act naughty need to be reminded of the days they were innocent...

And just like that. Lucy felt alone once again. She looked around and saw no one. The strange gut feeling she’d had that she was being watched and the strange sensation in her mind that someone was talking to her, was totally gone.

After taking a moment to collect herself, Lucy chuckled to herself that she’s gotten so scared and confused over nothing. She must be drunker than she thought she was.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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