On The Various Species of Plantgirl

And it felt right. It wasn't something she could really express. It wasn't something anyone could express, the first time they felt it. But the anger had faded, and Ertal had to admit that it had started fading before she'd even been set down.

"She... I..." She looked back up at Semillia, who was smiling, her eyebrow lowered. And Ertal, hesitantly, smiled back. "I... How?" This one more hesitant, more... Grateful.

"Oh, Ertal... I've already explained it. My sap is very potent, very tasty... And it lets me feed to my heart's content, once it's done its work. And if you're willing" one of her hands reached out to Ertal's cheek, and she leaned into it "You can feed me, and learn about how good that feels, and afterwards, we can talk about possibilities. After all, you can leave of your own free will... But that doesn't mean you can't come back, from time to time..." Ertal moaned, a sound of fulfilment and desire. And, reaching down to her pouch, she pulled out a vial, and chugged it down with a grimace. Semillia merely watched, curious.

"Sorry, Semillia. Just an extra precaution, and no reflection on you. We're..." She spread her hands "...A little too fond of feeding without this." And she reached out her arms to Semillia. Who tucked her own under the shoulders, and gently lifted Ertal to her face, kissing her.

Withdrawing, she smiled "You'll make a good girl, Ertal. And I'll start by teaching you how good it feels to be one..." Ertal moaned again, then gasped as she was lifted... And entered...

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Lissa screamed with pleasure as Miss March thrust three fingers into her pussy, sucking at one breast, playing with the other, taking a brief moment to flick Lissa's nipple, circle it with her tongue, and lightly play her teeth across it. Her juice stained the ground, and, as she lay in post orgasmic bliss, she smiled as Miss March made sure Lissa could see as she brought the fingers to her lips, rubbing them along her lower lip before gently pushing them inside, her tongue slipping around them to lick every part clean.

"Hah... Heeehhhh... Oh, you always know how to show me you love me, Miss March... Hooohhh." She tried to raise herself, and giggled a little as she couldn't, still worn out "Oh! Oh, that hasn't happened in a while! Sorry, I'm all cummed out, even if you wanted to play more." Miss March smiled, and simply lay next to her, her arm snaking under Lissa's waist to cradle her as they enjoyed the dapple of sunlight in the clearing. After a short while, enjoying the feelings, Lissa spoke again. "So, you sent Ertal to one of the Cwtch, mmm? Well, that's also going to be interesting. But did you think that one through?" Her tone was concerned, a little scolding, but Miss March, after a moment, nodded.

"Yes, I think, on reflection, that it was the right choice. Malik, well... That was bad of me, as we had some very old research I managed to find, and... Well, he's an arrogant student, it would do him good to be more humble, more cautious. But Ertal... I've had a lot of students, over the years, and Ertal... Ertal never felt comfortable with themselves. We'll see if I have a reason to feel ashamed of that choice, but... I honestly don't think I will." She curled one of her locks contemplatively, and Lissa looked at her.

"You really do look out for your students, Miss March. It's one of the reasons I like you so much." She stretched her arms above her head (disengaging from Miss March's waist with some hesitancy), and yawned, dramatically "And if I weren't so tired, I'd definitely reward you for due diligence again. Still..." Her arm slipped around her neck, and with the other, she reached for Miss March's pouch, expertly popping a vial's cork with one thumb, and feeding it to her partner. "...I would like for us to stay a little longer. There's no hurry, is there?"

Miss March smiled, and rolled toward Lissa. "Oh, no... No hurry at all..." They held each other, gently stroking and caressing, enjoying the warmth of the moment.

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Ertal found it surprisingly easy to hold on to her lover as she bucked, gripping one side of the trunk with one hand, placing her feet in nooks on the sides, sucking at her breasts and playing with the other as she rode Semillia, sometimes having trouble suckling because her mouth kept opening to pant and cry out in pleasure. But her lover was gentle, only supporting her with one hand, and only lightly stroking her breasts with the other as she was ridden, pleasured, softly murmuring to Ertal as she shook and bounced.

"Yes, darling, that feels good, and I want you to feel good. Just let me know if anything is too much, cry out if something hurts, because I want to show you... Mmmmmm, how I want to show you... You're good, you're a wonderful girl, already knowing how to please... Aaaahhhhhh... And you're so good at it..." The hand stroking her breast went back to her hair, and Ertal sighed into Semillia's breast with desire.

Disengaging her mouth, her tongue trailing, she looked up "Ahhh, ahhh, please... I want to feel it all, you're... You feel so... Ohhhh! You feel so good inside me, and I want more!" And then speech trailed off, as she came, quietly, quickly grabbing to the other side of the tree and holding herself in between Semillia's breasts as her orgasm racked her... And she looked up, a little confused, slightly hurt. "You... You didn't cum? But..." The hand detached itself from her hair, and gently placed itself on her upper lip.

"Oh, I'll cum... But I want you to know that I don't want to shoot my sap inside you more than once. It's very potent, and I want to enjoy you, and hear how you enjoy the new life you're going to live." She smiled, and studied her fingers, and Ertal was reminded that, for all their tenderness, they were sharp. "Now, if you were the type to cut down trees, to boast about your deeds destroying, always destroying..." Her grin was terrifying, and Ertal quailed a little "...Oh, I would enjoy showing you what nature can do. And while that scares you, I'm not particularly sorry about that. You have your nature, and I have mine." But the tenderness returned, and her hand reached out once more, tentatively, toward Ertal's cheek "...But you've already fed me your cum, your sweet desire, and you're not one of those people. So..." Ertal leaned back into that hand, which stroked her, gently, and she welcomed being cupped toward that breast, hearing Semillia's voice turn low, whispering. "I'm going to cum inside you, with your permission... And you can try to capture how you feel afterwards."

Ertal nodded, and that was all the signal Semillia needed. Gently, the hand on her ass pushed down, making sure the full length of Semillia's dick was inside her, and... She came. It wasn't so much a warmth, as a raging fire, a torrent of bliss that spread from her crotch, her womb, to her entire body, and her mind was awash in a white hot haze of desire, blanking all other sensation. The whiteness covered everything, and...

...A hand gently caressed her cheek, and Ertal realised that she ached, all over, as if she'd run a marathon. Her thighs were soaked, and she was as weak as a kitten, limply dangling in her lover's arms. With an effort, she looked up, and, through half lidded eyes and a slurring tongue that refused to quite co-operate, she spoke. "I... I came? I don' remember, 'cept for white, all white an' hot 'n good." Her head lolled, even speaking making her light headed, and she once again felt that finger on her lips, smiling as she was shushed.

"Oh yes. You came, and came, and came, and I'm fed for weeks now. And I'm invigorated, while you" she gently flicked Ertal's nose, and Ertal giggled "Are exhausted, with very little idea of how much you came." Ertal was gently set down, and, even with that gentleness, wobbled and fell heavily on her ass, bemused at her inability to stand. "Drink some of your water, Ertal. Rest as long as you like, and maybe take one more of those vials. And then, we'll talk." Ertal slumped a little, and reached for her pouch. Semillia was so smart, and so caring too... She'd remembered the mean side of Semillia, but... Ertal realised it was a little more nuanced than she thought. And she felt warm and muzzy from the lesson.

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Malik wheezed as he rested on Pora's back, her obligingly arching to cradle him (So flexible! So smooth and warm!), he limply spread, his now limp dick still inside her, somehow. "Hannh... Hahhh... I... I can't go another round. I'm sorry, Pora, you were... Hoooooo, you were amazing!" Pora giggled.

"Oh, you were very pleasing yourself, Malik... I really think you went above and beyond, feeding me so deliciously..." She reached back, and stroked one of his hands "Such a good, hard feeding... I enjoyed it a lot!" She giggled again, and Malik tried to look up "I'm sure you're going to be so pleased when you share my daughter with your... University, I think you said?" She lifted a finger to her chin, musing, as Malik registered what was said, and his brain struggled to comprehend. "I think you said 'University' at one point, although I-" Malik's hand grasped one of hers, and she looked back, surprised. "Oh?"

Malik's look was a little hunted, suspicion on his face. "Daughter? How... How do you breed, again? I mean, we've covered the feeding, but..." He gestured, and his eyes were trying to be both wide and narrow at the same time. Pora laughed, and her smile crinkled her whole face.

"Why, Malik, you've been feeding me, and I've..." Her hand traced circles on his limp hand "Been breeding you!" Malik's eyes definitely decided to be wider, and his mouth hung open in shock. "Normally, we would, once we'd had a lot of nutrients, simply cast different spores into the air, let one of our daughters take a chance on the winds. My mother was presumably somewhere in these caves, still is, because we don't really move. I'm even sure some of my sisters, mothers... Us... I'm sure some of us like the light, while I don't, not really..." Her hand tenderly grasped his, while his mouth moved uselessly "...But in any case, if we get a really good feeding, we reward them with our special spores directly." Malik's eyes were like saucers now, and, when he finally had the wits to speak, his voice was a squeak.

"Directly? As in..." He nodded downward, and in response, Pora smiled and nodded, overjoyed.

It was at this point that Malik briefly fainted.

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It was later that day when they finally returned, a little over the time they had promised, but, to each others' relief, all at the same time. Malik goggled as Ertal entered the camp, smiling lightly, still a little heavy on her feet and sleepy looking, while Miss March... Well, Miss March simply smiled, and nodded to Ertal, before gleefully clapping her hands together and, in her characteristic brightness, spoke.

"So, I'm sure you've both learned things today, things you're going to share in your assessment! On my own part, I've gathered some more inf- Oh, whatever could be the matter, Malik?" To her credit, she tried very hard to keep her voice innocent. Less to her credit, she failed, although Malik was too shellshocked to notice.

"I... I..." He struggled to get the words out, his face looking almost sunburned as he tried to find the words, before taking a few shuddering breaths and saying "I... I'm going to be a father. And I'll probably need to take a lot of vials over the next few days." Miss March tapped her chin thoughtfully, before grinning again.

"Well, that certainly is a discovery, and I'm sure the faculty will thank you for the extra information you'll provide! Still, we have one other brief report to make before we rest for the night, then head back, so..." She looked toward Ertal, who smiled back, at least partly because she'd caught the tone in her teacher's voice, and was sharing the mirth.

"Semillia the Cwtch was very informative, Miss March. Very helpful, very pleasant to be around, although it should be noted her species take a rather... Drastic approach to loggers and barbarians." Miss March nodded, and she continued "Also, as you can see, there are some transformative effects, that Cwtches are aware of, and..." She took a deep breath "...I have no desire for a transformative potion, and wish to be re-registered in the rolls as Eri."

Miss March nodded, and spread her arms, as Eri slid into them for a hug. "Eri it is, and may I say, that's a lovely name. Now, Eri, Malik... I believe we need some rest before tomorrow." Disengaging from Eri, she stretched her arms, rubbing her spine. "I'm certain we've all had quite the exhausting time!"

There was no argument to this, perhaps the truest of statements of the day.