Aura's Prodigy
Many thousands of years ago, when the tribes of anthromorphic beings were just discovering the difference between stars and planets, the brightest star in the sky-- Aura-- flashed violently and disappeared. The village elders were astonished by the unusual phenomenon, and many made an attempt to interpret the sign they had never seen before. Many predicted doom over the next year. Others made thoughtful calculation and predicted the doom would not come until several thousand years had passed. A scant few predicted good things in the following year, and one scholar predicted that Aura's remains would fall to earth and fertilize the world.
No global catastrophes made their presence known over the next few thousand years. Other than the close brush with global toxification that they had brought on themselves, no doom threatened anthro-kind. Scholars found the predictions of the elders from nearly every tribe facing Aura when she died, and the legends surrounding the fallen star were known globally.
When a satellite telescope caught sight of a cloud of debris-- nearly the size of the star system itself-- scientists knew from the direction that these had to be the remains of Aura. New satellites were launched into orbit immediately, prepared to catch as much of the debris as possible. Plasma shield generators began to sprout up in major cities, built by nearly all volunteers. The debris, and the resulting meteor shower, would be too dangerous to face unprotected.
Nearly a year before the storm would hit, most of the cities were protected. Come that fateful day, the world would be ready.
"I'm not ready for this!"
Kyle Broddigan put his hands over his chocolate brown eyes, his pointed red ears pressing back against his skull. His boss-- a kind-hearted impala-- heaved a sigh and put a hand on the young man's shoulder. "Son, you're the only man I'd trust at this projector. I wouldn't trust myself. Just remember your training, and you'll do fine. Besides, there are five other projectors that would at least partially protect the area should something go wrong."
The anxious fox brought his hands away from his face and looked up at the sky. The tower above projected an umbrella of transparent violet, tinged here and there by arcs of white plasma. Beyond, the first flashes made themselves apparent as meteors began entering the atmosphere and burning up. "Alright," he muttered, knowing it was far too late to back out and find someone else. He took a sip of his caffeinated soda, then set it down on the rail while he leaned back to watch the show.
The shooting stars winked into existence, then fell away like the first few drops of a summer storm. Then more appeared, then more. Within minutes, the sky was lighting up with burning stardust, almost enough to provide a flickering, multicolored light on the world below.
Kyle was in awe, and for a moment he forgot what he was doing. The sight was too beautiful for words.. like the northern lights had splintered and were dancing in the sky. The storm was in full swing when something caught his eye. At first, Kyle didn't know what it was. Then it hit him like a cold slap in the face. The glow from the projector was not there anymore! In a sudden rush of panic, he turned his attention to the controls in front of him, trying to discover what the failure was.
Meanwhile, far above the earth, a chunk of rock was caught by the planet's gravity. It would not have been very special, if not for what was in the rock. Seeds. Literally millions of seeds were trapped in the rock, nearly fossilized after such a very long time. They would have been dead, if not for their miraculous durability. On their long dead home planet, it could have been several hundred years before they could sprout and grow. Their species had, in fact, gone extinct no less than three times, only to be revived by the very seeds which were now hurtling down into the unforgiving, burning atmosphere.
It was a miracle that the heat of the atmosphere didn't completely scorch all the seeds. It was a miracle that it had been just large enough that a tiny speck remained when the flames died away, leaving a smoldering grain of sand. It was a miracle that a living seed still slept in that grain.
And it was a miracle that it fell into Kyle's drink, the shock of the icy liquid splitting the rock in two.
Kyle heaved a sigh of relief when he discovered the problem. The timer had been improperly set, and the computer had thought it was time to turn itself off for the night. With the system back online and working properly, the fox could relax and actually enjoy the shower. He walked back over to the railing, leaning against it while he sipped at his drink.
The seed drifted, slowly awakening in its new environment. The temperature wasn't too cold, not too hot. Sound waves shook it in a steady beat, stimulating the protective shell to crack open faintly, a tiny, microscopic rootlet reaching out to taste the environment. Sweet, acidic, organic. This was an ideal place to take root. Drawing from the sugars surrounding it, it began to grow. Within hours, the first rootlets had reached the stomach lining of a very ignorant fox.
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The next morning, nearly every channel was talking about the spectacular meteor shower. Damage had been minimal, the footage was beautiful, and a few men were giving lectures on the history of Aura, the supposed mother of the once-in-a-lifetime show. Kyle wasn't awake until nearly half past one, at which time he stumbled out of bed and dragged his tail to the kitchen, where some leftover take-out was waiting for him. This he scarfed down without much hesitation, then sighed and crawled right back into bed. Although he was hungry, his stomach didn't feel up to getting up and doing much today.
The strange life, having discovered several plentiful sources of material and energy, devoted its time to exploring and growing. It was already exploring the spongy material of his lungs, extending rootlets into the open space and prodding about curiously. They convulsed, and a loud sound shook its host's body. Rootlets retreated, leaving the sensitive things as they grew further upward. It started following an electrical trail, something it was naturally drawn to.
Kyle moaned and slowly sat up, rubbing his head. He surely had the flu.. all the symptoms were there. His muscles were aching, his stomach churned, he was coughing, and now his head was starting to hurt. Once again, he got up and helped himself to the contents of the fridge, then made a call for pizza. By the time his pizza arrived, his uninvited guest had started mimicking the pathways in his brain, forming its own central nervous system superimposed on his own.
Consciousness came slowly for the botanical being. Forming a brain was a side-project, one that began slowly until even better sources of energy were discovered, lower in the body. Material was gathered, new rootlets grew, and the new mind started responding to the impulses of the other. Smells, sounds, sights-- it would not have known how to interpret these if not for the dreams.
The fox stayed in bed for almost three days straight, ordering at least four large meals a day to keep up with his hunger. His headaches had faded, and his stomach wasn't feeling quite so terrible, but he felt foggy and sleepy, like he was on the edge of falling into slumber at any given moment. In truth, he was. The otherworldly plant recognized the importance of his dreams, and was subtly trying to persuade him to dream more, and more vividly. It wanted to learn how to think.
Fortunately for Kyle, he could be host to this invader in relative comfort. He would get the check from his last job soon, which would propel him through the next month or two, and he had requested two weeks off after the shower. So he took the opportunity, sleeping whenever he wasn't eating. Over the course of several more days, the headaches faded completely and he felt much better.
What does a twenty-four year old bachelor do when he is feeling better after a bout of flu? Quite obviously, he enjoys himself. Kyle emerged from his bed in the late morning, groaning and stretching himself lazily. A whiff of his own scent made him realize that he hadn't showered for several days. He meant to rectify it.
The apartment bathroom was small, but the shower stall was just what he needed. Kyle stuck his head in to turn on the water, then waited until it was nice and steamy before stepping in the door. His soft fur immediately began to soak up the endless stream of water while he relaxed and allowed himself to be relieved into the drain. Then he scooped a handful of shampoo out of a large tub at the back of the shower and began lathering himself up liberally, his tail swishing back and forth as he soaked in the hot water.
It took several minutes for him to finish soaping his whole body, but he ended it with his favorite part. His soapy hands caressed his sheath, causing a satisfied smile to grace his lips as its passenger began to stir to life.
The plant, which had been dozing up until this point, turned its attention to its host. Something unusual was happening in his body. It felt his blood flow change, tasted a number of chemicals, and heard his heart slowly increase its pace as his wet fingers fondled the organ through his skin. He leaned against the shower wall, watching the tip of his manhood emerge and stand at attention.
He continued to encourage it, groaning softly when he could finally grasp the shaft itself. Echoes of pleasure washed over the thing inside him while he began to slowly pump up and down. The water and soap felt so good against the naked skin, and his fingers tightened around the horn as his pace gradually increased in direct proportion to the waves of delight that ran up and down his body.
His hips began to pump back and forth, countering the movements of his hand while he braced himself harder against the wall. He began to pant, his tongue drifting to the side and hanging out of the corner of his mouth. All his guest could do was sit there, drinking in what it could only pick up in his mind, impressions of a sensation it would not have felt had it found a host in any other species. Kyle was gripping harder now, on the edge of it being painful. His heart pounded against his rib cage, his hot breath wafting against the shower tile. The pressure of release permeated his body, urging him to allow himself to go over the edge. A hard knot began to swell at the hilt of his cock. He drew in a sharp breath.
Climax shook the world of both fox and plant alike. Even though all the parasite itself could feel was the distant echoes of what he was feeling, it was the most incredible experience it or any of its kind had ever encountered. Through his eyes, it could see his sticky white cum shooting out with a healthy force, clinging to the tile and beginning to run down in rivulets to the drain below. His movements slowed, his fingers relaxed, and he gave a satisfied groan. As he began to rinse himself off, the life inside him reflected, and the first true emotions of its kind became apparent.. lust and desire.
That night, Kyle spent a good deal of his time in front of the screen, watching a few programs that had grown popular in recent months and he had enjoyed for some time. He didn't notice the movement of the plant as tendrils descended down toward his loins, silently exploring his sex from the inside out. When it began tasting the contents of his scrotum, base instincts encouraged the rootlets to grow into it, making them feel slightly heavier. More wove themselves through the tissue of his penis, blindly following the nerves and forming their own connections close to the surface, where the plant would be able to feel for itself.
The growth encouraged it to stir faintly, but Kyle ignored the pressure against his underwear. He attributed it to the busty lioness on the screen. The plant enjoyed the sensation it was giving him, giving itself. More rootlets accumulated near the tip of his maleness as others delved deep into the tissue, finding a channel it could use to further stimulate itself. Starting from deep within him, the rootlets began to fill this passage, weaving together into its own pale white tissue. When it discovered the friction of this bundle against the inner walls was pleasurable, it began building from the bottom up, leaving it anchored near the base.
The solid tissue was more difficult to grow, so it was only at about two inches long when Kyle yawned, turning off the screen and slowly getting to his feet. As he made preparations for bed, his hand couldn't help but reach down and fondle his half-stiff maleness. If the plant could have moaned, it would have. The sensation was more wonderful than it could have imagined. Sadly, Kyle wouldn't give the being what it desired tonight. As soon as he pulled the covers over his shoulders, he was on the brink of slumber.
Frustration! The plant tried contracting a few of the rootlets, the solid appendage in his length twisting faintly, like a tongue licking the inner walls of his urethra. It didn't work. Kyle rolled over and sighed, his eyelids flickering as he slipped away from the waking world.
The alien parasite was the first of its kind to experience arousal. Although it tried increasing its pseudo-nerves at the lining of the only passage it could actively stimulate, it wasn't as satisfying as when the male stroked himself. It couldn't achieve orgasm alone. It needed him for more than just life.
It decided it had to influence him directly. No more tampering with his hormones. In his sleeping brain, the rootlets stirred to life again, growing silently and making connections in more key areas. Kyle began to toss and turn as his dreams slowly became more vivid, more intense. The images were little more than psychedelic swirls of color and sound, unseen appendages stroking his body on both the inside and out. Both his length and the plant's grew and stiffened as he dreamed. The images solidified, turning into a lush forest. Trees were embraced by vines and creepers which exploded with beautiful flowers. The air was permeated with a scent which stood the ground between floral ecstasy and lust.
Kyle stood naked at the center of all this, his arousal standing tall and dark against his soft fur. He was aware of his desire, and he hungered for a suitable method of release, but he didn't know what he was supposed to do here in this sacred forest. As he paced the perimeter of the clearing, he became aware of a voice-- neither male nor female.
"Please choose my form. I cannot hope to please you unless I have a form you enjoy. Please, help me decide."
The fox stood there for a few moments, his dream-captured mind taking a few moments as he pondered the request. Then he asked, "What are you? Why are you requesting a physical form?"
"I am a dryad," it replied, the foliage around him rustling faintly. "Dryads are not born with a form you desire. I want you to desire me, I want to come to climax with you."
"Then appear female," he replied. "Then I'll have a better idea of how you should appear."
A soft glow radiated from the center of the clearing, slowly growing and shaping itself into slender legs, shapely hips, a slim waist and plump breasts. He began to slowly circle around her, examining her half-complete form.
"I think I know what you should look like... give yourself cloven hooves and the face of a deer."
Her form seemed to shiver as she complied to his request. She felt his mind trying to shape her image, and she did not resist. Fine hair sprouted on her body, then colored itself as if someone had thrown white and grey paint upon her. Throughout, there were smears of green to hint at her dryad status. A brilliant white mane began to grow on her neck, starting from between her pointed ears, while her tail grew in similar fashion, draping almost to the forest floor. She blinked her eyes once, and they turned a startling floral green. Kyle smiled as he gave her another brief examination.
"Just one more thing," he said, then touched her forehead. Immediately, an ivory horn streaked with grey and green thrust itself outward from between her large, beautiful eyes. It was crooked, as if it had originally been a tree branch before turning into the marble-like substance it would be forever more. The creature smiled softly, bringing her hands up to stroke and fondle her new skin and fur. There were even tufts of white dancing on the backs of her cloven hooves and her elbows.
"Now I can please you," she whispered, sinking slowly to her knees. Kyle did not hesitate. He laid her back upon the grass and splayed her legs to either side. Her nethers were his image of perfection.. soft, delicate skin framed by hair so fine and soft, it almost disappeared completely. Her moist, pink inner lips were already becoming faintly puffy from the dryad's arousal. He used his fingers to spread them, and smiled when he found her sensitive clitoris, hiding beneath its hood like a pearl in the embrace of a clam.
His tongue slowly extended, making the first taste of her dew. She gasped, her eyes going wide as she suddenly realized he was giving her pleasure before himself. She could feel it. His desire to make her feel good was enough to give her sensations as close to the real thing as she would ever experience. The revelation enticed her to release a soft moan, her incorporeal body relaxing and surrendering itself to the kitsune.
He did not realize the importance of his partner's revelation. All that mattered to him was her sweetness. Truly, nectar of the gods, and his tongue was only drawing across the very surface. He hummed softly, his tongue drawing up to her clit, which he teased relentlessly, doing his best to work his tongue into every tiny crevice, to lick away every whiff of her essence. She cried out, softly, her body stiffening briefly under his attention.
Kyle paused to lick his lips, savoring the unnaturally sweet taste of the dryad's sex. It was every bit like he imagined a creature of the forest would taste like-- damp, sweet like honey, mingling with the musk of lust in delightful swirls of flora and fauna. His nose dipped downward again, but this time he started assaulting her depths. His tongue teased and played with the damp, moist hole that led to her innermost, slurping the nectar that was flowing more freely from it, more than his previous girlfriends could ever produce. He gripped her thighs gently, his tail swishing back and forth while he began to explore deeper, invading her passage with his dream-tongue.
He was holding her in a delightful twist of torture, pressing her against the ground while he assaulted her. She made very little noise, but every squeak and moan of pleasure was enough to encourage him to delve deeper, to press his snout against her passage while his long tongue stroked and fondled every fold. She began to shiver, the intense sensations quivering throughout her whole being. Every rootlet was twitching, exposed to more pleasure than she should've been able to experience. She squirmed beneath him, her chest heaving as he urged her to experience more, to feel more delight.
She couldn't stand it anymore. Her walls twitched around his tongue, alerting him to the proximity of her climax. He pressed forward still, actually pressing his slender muzzle into her passage as his painfully hard erection brushed against the ground, smearing it with his precum. She quivered, she drew in a breath, then she let out a loud moan as she began to drown in her first true orgasm, that beautiful moment when heaven and earth join for a brief time, taking her body to a height it had never been to before. Her nectar thickened inside her, and Kyle slurped up the delightful honey with relish. It was the perfect taste, the kind of perfect union between her cum and honey he would be dreaming about for years to come.
As she slowly floated back down to earth, surrounded by the warm aura of the after, her form became fuzzy and difficult to perceive. He wasn't finished, though. His mind forced her to retain her shape, even when she could barely control herself anymore. With his dark, throbbing horn craving flesh, he couldn't let her go. Not now, not when he needed to fill that virgin flower. He crawled atop her, pressing her slender form against the ground while he braced himself, holding his stiffness in one hand to align himself with her passage.
His pre smeared against her lips, mingling with her own damp musk as he slowly worked his dark shaft in between her petals. She whimpered faintly beneath him, her eyelids fluttering from the sensations brought out by this dream. He gently worked his shaft in deeper, until nearly half of him was buried in her heat. He panted softly, his heart pounding in his chest while he admired the tightness of her inners around his pulsing cock.
Her eyes flew open and she yelped, finding his length buried inside her to the hilt. He growled lustfully in her ear, his hand going to her breast to massage the soft flesh while his fingers played with her pert nipple. She moaned again as he drew out slowly, then thrust in again. She was rising again, her body taking the challenge for a second orgasm in as many minutes. The fox grunted softly, starting to thrust in and out of her helpless body. He bathed himself in the delightful tightness she placed around his length, her moans and whimpers of pleasure as she begged him to continue. He dipped his head, his tongue running across her nipple roughly as he began to lick the breast he wasn't massaging.
The dryad had to do something. He was flooding her senses with the delightful symphony of copulation. She had to give him more, had to please him more. The root in his rock-hard length was much longer now, long enough that she could extend it straight out of the tip while his precum lubricated it. She started moving it again, twisting about to stroke every bit of flesh it could touch. It stretched out far enough to lap at his entire head, occasionally drawing back in to collect more of his precum and emerge again. He moaned both in life and in his dream.
The sensations were intense, and he could feel himself drawing near. It was becoming harder to thrust inside her, his knot swelling and squeezing against the tight entrance to her passage. When it was pressed inward for the last time, he knew he was cumming... but something was wrong. The pressure of his seed inside him did not get released. Although his mind was plunging into the frothing sea of ecstasy, the most critical part was being hindered.
The dryad, fighting her own battle with lust, began to panic. Pressure, behind her rootlet. It took the whole of two seconds for her to realize what was happening, and she made a desperate move to give him release. The botanical tongue lodged in his dick stiffened, rapidly becoming more erect as the rootlets inside pulled away from the center, forming stiff walls to a new outlet, through which his cum traveled rapidly until finally it sprayed out of the pale white tip, soaking his sheets as the plant inside him gave a scream, her second orgasm rapidly taking control.
His meat slowly ceased the flow of seed, and his exhausted mind realized with a start that he was in his own bed, with soaked sheets and the fading image of a dream behind him. Kyle groaned, coming to the conclusion that the beautiful dryad-unicorn did not exist. He lay there for a few long moments, feeling his heart slow while his labored breathing calmed itself. He sighed, once, and closed his eyes again in a weary attempt to fall back asleep. The dryad he had so thoroughly fucked was as exhausted as he was, and she lost consciousness in an effort to regain her strength.
It was nearly an hour before Kyle groaned and gave up on sleeping again. He would have to change the sheets, at the very least, before the dream world would welcome him again. He threw off the covers and stood up, his sticky fur clinging to his thigh as he wandered to the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it in warm water.
As he started cleaning the mess on himself, he noticed something.. something like a long, green-white worm hanging limp out of the tip of his penis. His eyes widened, and he stared at it for a few moments. It twitched faintly, and he shuddered. Then he saw it trying to draw itself back in, and he quickly reached down and grabbed it, hard. He didn't want it going back up inside him.
The creature awoke quite suddenly to a mixture of pain and pleasure, and reflexively it tried to pull its tendril back in with more force. Kyle had a good grip on it, but because of where it was attached, it was more painful to hold on to. He yelped and let it go, watching as it slurped back up into his passage.
The fox was in a state of shock, staring at his possessed penis while his mind frantically tried to think of what the hell it could have been. She felt a pang of guilt, not having intended to frighten her host. Her rootlets quivered, a powerful message coming from his mind to destroy the alien thing in his dick. She cried out mentally in pain, her plea emerging in his mind as the voice of the unicorn from his dream.
Please! Stop!
He let his hands fly away from his shaft, the still extended meat held out of its sheath by the slowly diminishing knot of his orgasm. He stared down at it, feeling a curious shivering feeling somewhere in his abdomen. The plant whimpered, nursing damaged rootlets that had obeyed the command from his mind to make the cock-worm disappear. She actually felt like crying.
Kyle frowned, cupping a hand delicately under his length as he examined it. It actually looked slightly bigger than he remembered. "Who are you?" he whispered.
I was the one in your dream, she whimpered, still shivering inside him. Please don't wish I destroy myself.. I need you to live, and I think I'm obeying your desires. I don't want to die.. I don't..
Bewildered, the fox turned and sat down on the toilet, stroking his sheath in what he hoped was a comforting manner. "Okay, I won't wish you dead. Who are you, though? What are you?"
The plant took a moment to dry her tears, but she still felt miserable and scared. I grow in you... I'm made of tiny roots, roots small enough to fit between your cells. I've been growing for many days now, feeding off of what your body doesn't need-- mostly from your lower intestines. I just.. I just want to keep growing, and to feel the wonders you feel. That's.. that's what this is for. He shivered as the pale rootlet began to slide out of him again. It felt strange, but good as well. It almost felt like a part of him. That's also why I came in the dream.. so please, I beg of you, don't make me leave.
"I'm not making you leave," he said honestly, carefully extending a finger to feel the new appendage. She winced away from his touch, then realized what he was doing and slowly allowed more of its length to become exposed. He draped the naked three inches across his finger, watching in silent awe as it curled about his claw tip, small streaks of green visible in the bathroom light. It was the only part of her he could see and truly touch. "I'm certainly very confused.. maybe a little frightened, but not enough to make you leave now."
His thumb carefully brushed against the root, trying to be soothing to the poor creature inside him. The dryad shivered mentally, but remained quiet. After a few moments of silence, Kyle drew his hand away and allowed it to retreat back inside, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
"Where did you come from, then? Do you have a name?"
I'm not sure... I know I sprouted inside you, and I never chose a name for myself..
"Well, let's figure the name out, first." He stood up, heading out of the bathroom. "You said you sprouted and you have roots, so I guess you're some kind of plant."
That's what I thought from the start. I didn't feel completely like an animal.
"That works... just give me a second, I'll think of something good."
It didn't take too long for them to find a name befitting the strange creature.. Fern. Kyle admitted no name could capture the true spirit of the dryad inside him, but the name was pleasing to the ears, pleasing to the tongue, and the subject enjoyed the images it brought to mind. She felt she was quite similar to the ferns he described, especially the ones who could fold up their leaves in the face of danger.
Having named Fern, Kyle yawned and turned back to his sticky bed, which he silently cleaned up while his guest turned her new name over and over in her mind. Even as her savior curled up under clean new sheets and fell asleep, she couldn't help but feel good. He was willing to have her... and she made a silent promise to herself that he would not regret his choice.
The night drifted away into morning, and he awoke with a tired yawn. When the covers were removed, Kyle couldn't help but smile as he saw the pale tendril-- evidence of what he now had-- hanging limply out of his sheath. Fern was sound asleep, for certain. He just stretched and got out of bed, raiding the fridge for leftovers suitable enough to be called breakfast.
As he was digging through a bowl of chow-mien, he became aware of Fern's unconscious presence in the back of his mind. She wasn't dreaming, exactly, but he could see her grey-green form draped over a nonexistent bed, sleeping and dreaming quietly. She was smacking her lips, as if dreaming of eating something good. The fox chuckled, continuing to eat his breakfast while she slowly lost grip of the dream and brought her attention back to reality.
Good morning, sleepyhead, Kyle thought, amused that Fern had been dreaming. She reached her imagined hand up to her forelock, scratching it gently so that the hair draped to either side of her horn.
She sat there sleepily for a few moments, then seemed to start. For a moment, she didn't remember last night's events, or Kyle's promise to let her stay. The fox smiled faintly, taking another bite of his breakfast. He could actually feel her quivering somewhere in his chest. She started to relax as memories floated back to her.
You're.. you're not angry. A statement. Not a question.
"Indeed," Kyle said aloud, scraping the last of his breakfast out of the bowl. "Don't act so surprised. I was taken off guard by your appearance, but, well, I kinda like you."
The dryad cocked her mental head to one side, her bewilderment clear to him. I thought that your taboos...
"Don't matter in the slightest," he finished for her. "I never did like the world's view that 'sex is evil.' As for the having something living inside me.. you haven't hurt me yet."
Fern shifted herself to her feet, standing in the dark uncertainty of his imagination. Her eyes showed deep respect. I plan to help you... to make you feel good. I would have done such even if you hadn't discovered me.
Well, that's good. He stood, dumping the bowl in the dishwasher unceremoniously. After what you did last night, I'm hoping for another demonstration.