Taking Root (story preview 1) (Patreon)

Apologies, I know I've been writing a lot more stories at the same time lately, but I guess when inspiration hits, heh and Ceres Fauna inspires I suppose XD. Either this story or the Workplace Crush story should be finished in the coming week I imagine, at least enough to get the full work up on patreon. So stay tuned! For now here is a MEATY preview of a collab story I have going with my writing friend Charoset.

Nature's ever calming majesty washed over Eric in a blanket of light falling from the canopy of trees. He was alone, isolated in it's embrace deep within the woods he loved to hike. It had been a rough day at work, having pulled an all-nighter, and he was restless, mind jumping from one worry to the next as he pondered his finances, politics, all the usual stress factors. Walking like this among the lush greens away from the sounds of society always put him at ease though.

He was lucky to have such a vibrant, large patch of woods need his neighborhood. So many of the trees her felt ancient the deeper you went in. The path he chose today was a different one, going off the beaten path and last a stream into a more shaded thicket that provided an warm, ambient glow. He could swear the trees were getting taller as well far taller than usual.

Wiping some sweat from his brow he then ran his hand across his short shaved, black hair. It was wet, the humidity more than Eric had anticipated.  His creamy skin was coated in sweat and his now wet, plain white t-shirt was sticking to the contours of his lean physique. Even worse were the boxers beneath his black sports shorts drenched and itchy.

Yeah, he hadn't come prepared. But not big deal he though as he leaned against one of the large trees to rest and cool off. The shade was a nice reprieve for his blue eyes, which were always sensitive to the bright light.

The biggest mistake was not bringing any water at all, the stream nearby bubbling as the forest groundwater looked shockingly clean given how close to the city it was. Actually, it was like the city was gone this deep in, not even the ambient rumble of trucks and the sounds of people living breaching the natural sounds of the forest. Eric licked his parched lips, edging closer to the crystal blue waters, dipping a finger in as the temperature was refreshingly cool. The rustling of the leaves almost sounded like a voice softly whispering, the gentle urging of mother nature telling him to drink, to enjoy it. Eric didn't believe it was an actual voice, and likely just a sign of dehydration, his body telling him what he needed as he stared at his own reflection, a perfect mirror as he was lulled into it, his hands cupping under the water, bringing it to his lips as he slowly lapped down the drink, almost moaning as it spilled like nectar down his throat.

There was a berry sweetness to it, like the flavor of fruit had leeched down from the roots of the various fauna into a delicious mix, the water tasting of berries and fruit, not quite candy sweet, but a natural flavoring like a freshly picked berry from an orchard, the subtle tartness encouraging him to draw again and again from the small spring, gasping as the coolness trickled down into his stomach and beyond, Eric eventually sighing as he laid flat on his back, utterly satisfied.

"aaaaahhhhh..."

It took him a moment to realize that wasn't his voice sighing, the wind picking up as he turned, hearing an almost pleased sigh of absolute bliss, just barely above a whisper as the tonality of it made the hairs on his arm stand on end. Not out of fear, just something about the voice made his skin hum, the feeling odd as he got to his feet, ready to walk when he stumbled, finding a root caught in the side of his left sneaker.

"What the heck?"

Eric tugged at his leg a few times, surprised by how lodged it was. It looked as if it was only a root jabbed into his shoes yet it felt like the strength of a hand holding onto him.

As he tried readjusting his body to grab hold of his trapped leg, he felt another tug to his other. Spinning his head the other direction he saw more roots digging into his other sneaker. There were far more this time and he witnessed them actually moving out from the soft soil and pricing the shoe.

Before he could even react, a few thin branches from the tree looming behind him began to cool wrap around his arms and pull him back to cease his struggling. A few tiny appendages from the branches gently coiled around his fingers as well, as if clasping them.

"What the hell is going on?" Eric yelled as he saw roots and branches creeping to life from all the nearby shrubbery and trees. The wind began to pick up as well and that voice he wasn't sure was a voice became more distinct, taking life upon the wind itself as an audible whisper.

"Don't be scared. I'm not mad. I could never be mad at you..."

Eric tensed up, feeling the voice circle around his head, picking up strong in one ear until deafening and being picked up up strong in the other. The voice was like a swirling cyclone of light breathiness, speaking intimately with him.

"I love humans with all my heart after all."

It didn't matter how comforting the voice was, he was starting to panic, the branches wrapping around him enough to restrain him, but not enough to cause any harm, the only discomfort of his own making as he thrashed against the branches. A long slender branch moved over, a wizened apple that was more husk than fruit hanging off of it as the voice tried to comfort him.

"Do not worry human. I can sense your love for me. I promise that this will be only a bit... intense."

Eric tried to resist, but the water from before was having an odd chilling effect now, the cold refreshing but also sapping his resistance, his thrashing turning to a slight thrashing as the fruit lowered itself.

"P-Please I don't want this I d-don't-"

"Shhhh..."

The calming cry was barely above a gentle breeze, tiny branches prying open his lips from the corners, gently, but firmly widening his mouth as the apple brushed past his lips. Even in its overripe state, looking half rotten on the branch, the sweetness overflowed, all the nectar of the stream magnified as Eric no longer needed to be pacified.

There was an almost knowing giggle in the background as his tongue ran over the craggly outside, the little juice that squirted from the dry fruit dense enough to put most fresh produce to shame. Before he knew it he was chewing, the branches not needing to interfere as that small taste of heaven felt like the accumulation of the grove's serenity, the abstraction of flavor addictive. He crunched down on it fervently, the slightly sour rind, sweet but crumbly interior and dried, crunchy seeds all swallowed with a few decisive crunches. Eric was left panting as there was nothing left, sighing as there was a noticeable drop as the remains hit the pit of his stomach.

"Tasty isn't it? And now my love can bloom inside..."

Eric had many questions he wanted to ask, but they died in his throat as a gurgle ransacked his gut, the small sprouts of seed rooting in his stomach and starting to sprout.

He arched his belly forward, a wriggling sensation spreading like a web from wall to wall in his stomach. The sprouting roots form the seeds were growing out and consuming the space inside until they had little where else to go. He felt full, yet his gut wasn't any noticeably larger. There was a lightness to it in fact, like what came from eating a salad.

The gurgling commenced again, and the vines in the pits of his gut began to sharpen at their ends and prod for openings in which to continue their growth, Eric softly groaning in response to each poke.

"What did, guh. Oh god what is... W-What did you feed me?"

The voice carried by wind returned, delighted to toy with his query.

"Oh, it is my gift to you... To all of humanity..."

"What? What the hell are you sayaaAAAH!"

Eric bolted from his stupor with a scream, feeling the roots inside him pierce through the walls of his innards where as others simply found holes in which to travel the natural highways of his body. After the initial shock he fell back into a haze of sorts, as if his body was being comforted and forced into relaxation. He slowly slouched his head down to look at his tummy and was shocked to see impressions against his skin of the crawling roots beneath. They were serpentine in their movements and sprouted smaller branches wherever they traveled, creating a wide circuitry.

The entity gently blew into his ears and caressed him through the wind, causing his heart to race, yet his body remained steady. Every time she poke it had an air of possessiveness to it despite its soothing nature.

"Don't worry, don't worry... I'll take good care of you.... I promise... Mother Nature would never betray you... right?"

There was a winding bulge traveling through his gut, Eric feeling a noticeable albeit gentle squirming snaking through his intestines, swiftly navigating the organ maze with some purpose in mind. It was oddly reassuring to feel an intent that wasn't malicious, yet he quickly shook his mind clear, certain this was another part of her corruption.

"No th-this isn't right this isn't- AHHH~ Ahhh ahh..."

"There there... the worst is over. Just let my love... envelop you. ...caress you. ...feel it wrap around your most tender of spots and... hug your essence... Can you feel my adoration?"

The squirming in his guts had reached its end goal, Eric's eyes nearly twirling as the branches parted something in his innards, an indescribable bliss permeating his body as the rough texture of twigs swiped and prodded into his prostate.

The moment slowed, the pleasure revealing itself piece by piece as the surging passion spread throughout every orifice. It was more ecstasy than he knew what to do with, his cock achingly rising, the wind rustling through his jeans, the button easing open as bit by bit, his zipper was teased downwards, his erection only shielded from nature by the thin cloth of his boxers. A trickle of precum moistened in a small dot of release, though the flow was interrupted, his body twitching as the hungry branches sprouted leaves inside his prostate, a small shoot of greenery lapping at the liquids like a flexible tongue. Eric's sighs grew more passionate as the licking of his innards caused more precum to drip, greedily swallowed for nutrients as the stem spread to a proper offshoot, the base of his cock bulged in the start of a branch, simultaneously giving a blowjob from within while gently fucking the gap inside.

"I hope you can forgive this small act of greed from me. It's been ever so hard to maintain myself amongst your wonderful wants. Surely you can understand my own needs... I do hope you are enjoying this as much as I am..."

The shoots in his stomach were now thrusting into the meat of his stomach, painlessly piercing through the walls of his stomach to spread veiny roots into the muscle and girth. There was a terrible sweetness that spread from it, fat and muscle splitting to sugars, his stomach rumbling as he could feel her desires shaping it, the unneeded bulk siphoning into the roots to spread them further. Each breath in tightened its grip, like that of an overprotective guardian, not choking but squeezing as small, pleasant cracks drew his waist inwards. Eric couldn't tell if it was truly painless or if the continual pleasure radiating from his prostate and cock were drowning out any discomfort it might have caused. He tried to fight it, squirming weakly, denying how good it felt as his muscle softened, the wind caressing it as there was something so peaceful about the molding, his navel puckering like his lips into a pleased ovular O, the lay of his shirt slipping against what he could only see as effeminate curves, their slopes ever so enticing...

"ahh~ n-NO! I d-hooon't wahhhhn't this! I'm n-naaawt your p-play- Ohhhh~!"

The well fed branches had quickly coiled around his innards, banding together before squeezing together like a wooden corset with its fibers tied tight. The sudden pressure not only knocked the breath from him, but more of his resistance, the heady lack of oxygen dizzying him to the pleasure, a warm glow like summertime sunshine letting him bask in the slender curves of his waist, his stomach swimming in his clothing. But still he was losing air.

"C-haaant brthh..."

The words made the voice laugh.

"But of course you can! As long as the bounty of the earth supports you..."

The branches in his shoes quickly shredded them, scraping through his socks to free his soles as they planted them into the rich, loamy dirt, Eric's toes tingling as all the bounty of the land filled his moaning, writhing form.

It was an overwhelming presence, his id shaken greatly from how small it was, a moving blade of grass in a plain, a spot of moss in an endless field of trees. And the feeling of earth on his toes awoke some great need inside as his cock visibly throbbed, stretching the seams of his underwear as the branch inside grew an inch inside, a blissful, cooing moan pouring out as the roots spread down his legs and into his toes. It was his own desire that dug his soles into the earth, scraping away all callous and imperfection, dead skin and blemishes shunted as waste into the hungry embrace of nature as his pads dug deeper.

Like any proper digging tool, his feet turned slim and sharp, his toes stretching longer and slim as his arches popped, their curves hugged by the soft dirt as his heels tapered to thin, diminutive supports. He needed to feel as much of it as possible, groaning as the dead nails on each slender toe marred the sensory input, urging the sprouting branches onwards as the nails of each toe loosened. If he could see it he would have groaned in terror, yet all he felt was a fulfilling pop as one by one each nail was replaced by an unfurling, green leaf, granting each wiggling toe a new sense of connection as he truly felt one with the earth, moaning as the voice continued to push him closer.

"Yes, you are finally reclaiming your connection to me. Doesn't it feel wonderful?"

It paused its chilling whisper, Eric moaning out, "Y-Yes yes! B-Buuut I can f-feel myself f-haaaading i-into- i-in-"

Again she hushed his doubts, a rather pointed gust stroking his cock as his protests turned to gentle moans once more, the voice chiding mournfully, "Yes... Such is nature. Even the sturdiest of trees and prettiest of flowers eventually withers and fades, but what withers and dies feeds the next in the cycle, and a solitary flower can bloom into a field..."

And with that Eric moaned, his skin erupting into tender, blissful spasms as it underwent its own rebirth. He developed goosebumps all over his body which began to secret a fine, golden nectar that was sticky like honey. It traveled slow down his body, carrying clumps of body hair along with it and erasing all bumps and discolorations along the way. It was like nutrients of nature were softening and polishing his skin, leaving it crystal cream with a blooming radiance under the pockets of sun that touched it.

Another growth shook the branch in his cock to life, forcing it even further up the shaft, the girth of his member harshly increasing. He could actually feel the vitamins, the minerals, the life traveling through the roots in his body.It excited his dick, and it excited him! As much as he feared admitting it, feeling the vigor of the earth around him coursing through his own body like a conduit made him feel special and loved. But with this love came more of the dawning reality that he was losing himself to something, as the roots inside started to quickly make their way across his upper extremities and wrap around his heart and lungs.

“G-Gah! Goh, gh-gagh!”

Eric couldn’t articulate, couldn’t release a single word. The roots had a hold of his lungs and were puncturing them, pouring into them a unique form of filtered air. At the same time other roots were strangling them, forcing Eric to inhale and exhale at a slower, more overwhelming pace--his lungs taking in more air each breathe than they ever had before. While this was happening, it numbed him to the changes frolicking across his arms. Each one was crunching and churning under the rooted assault, slimming each appendage into elegant beauties. His hands followed suit and, much like his feet, stretched longer and slim, popping into a shape that would make any hand model swoon. Just like his toes, the roots then finished their mark by pushing out his nails and replacing them with green, feathery leaves that hardened into polished, green caps.

He was starting to panic again, despite the roots coiling his heart trying their best to slow its racing. Noticing his struggle, the voice of nature stepped in yet again to assure him he was becoming apart of something grand.

“There are many amazing things about nature… Such as the animals you now hear through the plants that now communicate to you. Can you hear the ocean… the dolphins calling each other by name with distinct whistles…?”

Her words helped settle him, allowing the pure air filling his lungs to work it’s magic and allow him to speak once more.

“S-Sooo gh-gah! Therghs s-so muuuch.”

The voice continued, “Honey fungus can grow larger than 3 miles… do you see it? Bees decapitating one another in a ruthless bid to become queen? See how wonderful nature can be…?”

The entire world of nature, plant, animal, all of it, was stretching out before Eric and it was overwhelming his mind, he couldn’t hope to process it all through his mere human brain. As if sensing that, roots began to key in on his brain, wrapping around his spine as they traveled upwards, others wriggling about in his neck towards his face. He would have panicked more, but the roots to his heart and lungs had trained his body into a sense of calm. His breathing was immense but controlled, coming out quietly in his exhales--his voice sounding breathier with the release of excess air. His heart was beating steady and healthy too, no sign of panic present. The rhythm of his body’s functions where more serene than they'd ever been, numbing all the shock of nature’s circuitry roiling under his cheeks and poking at his brain.

A somber, yet oddly threatening tone suddenly came over the voice whispering directly into his thoughts. In the moment it felt as if it was his own thoughts permeating outwards.

“Nature is kind of dark and beautiful at the same time… right?”

Eric couldn’t disagree, the imagery and sounds he was engaging with through his feet tucked into the dirt laid bare the truth. Nature was beautiful and violent, but it was natural, always following the orders of nature’s will. There was but a mere blemish on it, and that was humanity. Their poisoning of the world’s beauty and destruction to order was something that he could clearly feel now, his feet clenching in agony the more he witnessed. This mother of nature doing this to him, was she… Trying to correct something?

“Yes… you realize it now…” she said with soft, resolute tone. “This bliss you feel… it is being wiped from the face of my world by your kind. You are problematic children…. I felt blessed to see one such as you… who could appreciate my splendor. I have chosen you Eric…”

“F-For what?” Eric barely muttered out, a trickle of gold nectar falling from his mouth.

“Oh? For the next step in nature’s evolution... This is your reclamation… The first human to be blessed by all that I have to offer. Consider yourself… lucky.”

At the edge of her words, all the roots inside Eric’s body began to shiver, shaking  his body into a ferocious pleasure. His dick fired off several jettisons of golden cum, even his seed having became the juices of nature. His cumming was further spurned on by the still growing branch within his dick as well, it’s harsh shaking acting like an inner vibrator. It was the most intense pleasure he’d eve felt in his life and yet all his new demeanor could muster was a calm series of moans that fluttered like a gentle wind. Their vocalizations became more serene as they went on, roots constricting the inside of his throat. Thinning his neck and crushing his adam’s apple. Now, a more feminine flurry released from his lips, a voice quite similar to the one whispering his humanity away.

He felt a tingling in the back of his eyeballs, vines twisting around the optic nerves. They were digging through the back of his eyes, swimming in the tender orbs towards his pupils. They were about to--!

“You’re a sapling growing into a tree… Isn’t it wonderful…?”

Eric’s eyes began to tent, roots ready to burst through their center. His vision was going as white as his mind.

“Y-Yes I--n-no I… oooh…”

“I can’t wait to see you bloom…”

The edging man gave a cute squeak as the roots stabbed through the surface of his eyeballs. A grotesque act was made beautiful by the soft moans that followed and the gold blood flowing from the wounds, flooding his eyes. It was as if all of his bodily fluids had been replaced by nature’s nectar. Which was all well and good, as its healing properties helped breath new life, as small white flowers bloomed from the wounds. They opened their majesty to reveal a lush, cerulean blue bud. The flowers then withered into a thinner state that enveloped the eyeballs, their white petals becoming the white sclera of a new pair, the bud becoming the new pupils. Each eye sparkled with wonder, the purity of the world pouring in through a completely unfiltered lens. Evidence of the golden juices feeding them became evident as the bottom halves of each pupil became flooded with the same gold color, looking almost like a spring of honey settling within the eyes themselves. This honey brought with it fresh nutrients to the lashes decorating the shores of eye, growing longer, thick and more bushy, the feathered blacks being dyed with streaks of gold and lime green. And with a final touch, a small beauty spot appeared below the right eye.

The man was at a loss for words, entrapped by that beauty he was seeing, that he was feeling. His body was celebrating, the world was celebrating, every moment felt like elongated splendor that he was drowning in. This is what it meant to be loved, truly loved. Mother nature chose him, she wanted him of all people. He wanted her in return, he craved her voice, her being, her everything. He begged for more of her love!

As mother nature gazed upon her nourished subject she could feel the trembling in Eric’s brain. He was ready to accept her.

“Rewarding isn’t it?”

She received nothing but soft, ecstatic moans in response.

“Soon you will bear fruit… and like a mother give birth… to something beautiful.”