Faewolf Fantasies
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Your journey through the forest leaves you tired, aching for some rest. The air grows thick and heavy, and a fog settles in around you. Thankfully, through the next set of bushes is a clearing with a modestly sized lake.
Without hesitation, you toss your gear down and sit near the shore, taking in the beauty of the scenery. The weight of the air is pleasant, though the mist is a bit suffocating. You have to admit, though, it feels nice on your fur.
As you look around, you begin to notice that the plants are not what they seem. Twisted into strange forms. Strange, yet familiar--and maybe a little... arousing? Each one seemingly more and more lewd each time you look. Branches begin to look like cocks, knots like breasts, and flowers like pussies and anuses. All in increasingly humanoid arrangements. In the distance, you notice a tree with a notably exotic limb. You walk up to it to investigate further. The "limb" in question is actually a wolf girl.
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An anthro wolf girl hangs there limp and breathing deeply and heavily, partially engulfed by the tree. Branches acting more like tendrils, surrounding all of its limbs and melding with its body all over, holding it tightly in place with seemingly no chance of escape. Arms and legs are lost to the plant, engulfed by the tree's trunk. Other tendrils are wrapped around its cock and breasts, milking both into tiny rivulets on the ground which flow into the silvery lake, nourishing the land with its juices. Every hole is probed the tree, and its mind is clearly lost in the pleasure. Soon enough, the two will become one.
Half of its face is covered by the parisitic plant's bark, fusing with it, becoming it. You wonder what it's like--fur becoming hard and brittle, body increasingly stiff, completely helpless and at the whim of nature herself. The plant assaulting its senses, or whatever it can still feel. The constant stream of milk and cum means it must be a good sensation nonetheless. You shudder as your imagination starts to run wild.
The heaviness of the mist sets in. The air isn't just thick with moisture, it's laden with the scent of sex and sweat. The forest was always like this, and seeing the wolf girl like this only cements that knowledge in your mind.