Fuck the Writer Story 6: Seeding the Forest

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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The sixth and final story of the Fuck the Writer stream was bought by Whitebreath, or FA: PLYZing and features their dragon Greyward with my peregrine falcon, Nimana. When it comes time to protect her forest, this bird will stop at nothing to do what she needs. And as Greyward finds out, sometimes it can be remarkably pleasant to help her out.


Seeding the Forest for Greyward by Draconicon

Greyward had encountered druids before, but he had to admit, most of them weren't strong enough to tie him down. The feral dragon turned his head as much as the tree roots allowed him, cocking an eyeridge at the druid standing before him.

It wasn't as if she was that strong looking. In fact, looking at her, he'd taken her for a wildling, or a traveler, not something with magical powers. The bird-woman stood on scaly legs with nearly nothing in the way of clothes, just a loincloth and a band around her breasts. The weapon at her side looked like a curved sword, but now that he was closer, he could see it was just sharpened wood.

Of course, it's not like she used her body or her weapon to get me pinned down.

The dragon flexed his limbs, his gray scales pushing against the roots. They weren't as strong as some bindings that he'd been under, and he made the roots around his middle crack with a few key movements.

It didn't seem to bother the druid, however. Rather than panic, the bird leaned down by his face and looked him in the eye. She stroked his cheek with a feathered hand, and cocked her head to the side as she examined him.

"You aren't crazed, as some of your brethren are..."

She stroked his cheek again while raising her other hand. At first, he thought she was going to strike him, but instead she waved her hand towards the roots holding him down. They retreated into the grass around him, and Greyward quickly pulled himself to his feet. Looking down at the bird-woman, he felt much more confident, though he couldn't deny his curiosity.

As she joined him on her feet, she reached out and touched his snout. The dragon leaned back, but only a bit, and she pulled her hand back.

Respectful, this one, he thought. Usually these druids think that they can do whatever they want. It's a nice change.

"I don't know how well you can understand me, but you are obviously not driven mad the way some dragons are." The bird-woman bowed. "I am Nimana, and I wish a favor from you."

He cocked his head to the side. The thought of actually being asked a favor was a new one. Normally he was told what he had to do, or forced into something, and that was that. This female was full of surprises. The bird-woman gestured towards a forest not far away.

"That is my home, and my responsibility."

I had thought this plain was a little too big for a single druid. A forest like that would be much more manageable.

"However, it is too large for me to defend alone. Don't worry." She held up her hands as he spread his wings. "I'm not asking you to join me in defending it. I just want a...contribution from you in order to make my defense easier. It won't take long, and I promise that you will enjoy it. Perhaps even come back to do it again."

The idea of doing anything a second time to help someone like this was too strange a concept to entertain. Though he'd been made to help a few people, Greyward had never been of a mind to come back for a second helping. Usually that was because he had needed to escape from the people holding him each time, admittedly, but that was beside the point.

The bird-woman didn't give him a chance to answer, instead turning and walking off. The dragon turned his head towards the sky, contemplating simply leaving. After all, he wasn't tied up and he wasn't being pulled along somewhere against his will. It would probably be the smarter thing to leave while he still could.

Yet, there was something to be said for the fact that she wasn't making him follow. It showed...respect.

And he liked respect.

The shadow of the trees felt nice along his wings, but he was more focused on the lovely view he'd had all the way across the grassy plains. Due to the bird-woman's lack of clothing, he'd ended up staring at her feathered rump for the whole walk, and the last couple of minutes had gotten slightly awkward as a result. He normally didn't have to walk very far with his cock hanging out and slapping against his belly.

At least the bird-woman hadn't teased him about it. There were other dragons that would, and he remembered a tigress that had constantly pointed out how much it tripped him up when he'd been stuck under her mountain. The memory left a bit of a bad taste in his mouth, despite how much he'd physically enjoyed what she'd done to him.

The bird-woman suddenly stopped, and he stomped on the ground to halt himself before he could run over her. She turned in place, looking down at the miniature craters his stomp had made, and sighed.

"Please watch your step. It's difficult enough to keep the forest in one piece, sometimes."

He lifted a foreleg as she waved at the ground, the plants coming together again and the ground filling in the hole he'd left. This time, he was a little more gentle as he set his foot down, and he waited until she'd done the same with the other crater before looking around.

The forest, as he'd expected, wasn't precisely large. It seemed to be used as a source for lumber, judging from the few stumps he could see sticking out of the ground nearby. Other bits of torn up earth showed where the stumps had been that had already been taken away. The rest of the forest looked alright, but he doubted that it would be for long without a better defense. Those that wanted to use the wood for lumber would get it, one way or -

He jumped at the sudden grasp around his shaft. Greyward reared back, but before he could pull away, more vines swept down from the trees, grabbing him and - more specifically - his shaft, squeezing it and stroking it steadily. The dragon groaned, falling back to all fours as the plants teased him, rubbed him, and squeezed him.

As he groaned and tried to squirm out of their grip, the bird-woman reached out and grabbed his snout. He looked at her, even as one of the vines coiled tightly around the base of his shaft, starting to stroke up and down the length in firm motions.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to do anything that will hurt you, I swear on the forest."

What the tigress did didn't technically hurt, but that still isn't something I want to go back to!

"I need just one burst of your seed to defend my forest. Once I have used it, then I swear, you can leave. You can even have me before you go."

He froze in his struggles as he heard her offer. Not due to the temptation, or, at least, not entirely due to it. It was more the idea that the bird-woman thought that she could take him. Yes, she had been in his thoughts and fantasies while they were walking along, but -

"I see you doubt me. Don't fear. I can take anything that you wish to give. All I ask in return is your seed."

He would have protested, but the feeling of her vines stroking his member made it so hard to formulate his thoughts. Groaning, he lowered his head as the vines stroked him from base to tip and back again, the branches secreting some sort of sap that made it feel even better than when he had tried to suck himself before.

"I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry, I stay true to my word."

Greyward soon had to roll onto his side, unable to keep his footing under the sensual assault from the plants. More of the vines slid down, pulling his hind legs apart to give them greater access to his shaft. They stroked him, rubbed him, and generally made it harder and harder to think of anything besides the vines between his legs. The dragon rolled his head back, dragging it through the roots and vines around him, even as his hips started bucking without his consent.

As he oozed from the plants' ministrations, he felt the bird-woman crawling along his belly and pressing her feathered fingers to his cock as well. Their soft strokes left him moaning more, growling in pleasure, but he felt a tingle beyond a simple touch. Summoning what willpower he had, he looked down.

To his shock, she was gathering up his seed with her magic and making it float about her, collecting it in strings and then into rings as he oozed more and more.

"That's it, little dragon. Give me as much as you can give. I'll need it all."

She sounded almost desperate to him. It was almost pitiful, and would have been if she wasn't sitting on top of him and milking him for everything that he had. Greyward groaned as another stroking vine wrapped around his cock, pushing him more and more, his hips bucking against them to try and speed it along.

He could feel it rising in him, the need to cum growing. Growling, he suddenly rolled over, spilling the bird-woman off of him and onto the ground. She yelped, but he barely cared. He needed to cum.

He felt her squirm under him just in time to catch it. The dragon arched his head back, roaring as he hit his climax. His body shook beneath him as he came, and his legs did the same, almost dropping him down. He swore the only thing that kept him up was the idea that he didn't want to crush the druid beneath him. Why, he wasn't sure; perhaps the fact that she had been honest so far was what made him care.

Slowly, she came out from beneath him, holding a floating ball of goop between her hands that was bigger than half her body. It swirled around, the white and silver colors mixing together as she kept it spinning.

"Thank you, dragon. I will make the changes I need. If you are here when I return, I'll offer my body, as I promised."

Just what sort of changes are you going to do with that?

He watched with curiosity as she waved her hands around his seed and started flinging it about herself, throwing loops of it into the trees around her. To his surprise, it sunk into the wood instantly, the vines hanging from them suddenly growing longer, thicker. Some even grew teeth, rivaling his own fangs for sharpness.

Other plants were likewise changed, the grass at the edges of the forest shimmering as they grew edges, becoming literal blades of grass, while the roots moved like great, slow beasts, writhing and waiting for something too unwary to notice to come by.

She is a dangerous one, he thought, giving the trees and everything else a wide berth.

"Don't be afraid. They will only attack what I deem dangerous. And now, you are a help."

The bird-woman walked over to him, stroking her hand down his flank.

"I will be a while. But I...would like it if you stayed. I've wondered what a dragon would be like."

As the bird-woman left, Greyward looked towards the sky. It was a tempting thing to stay, and just as tempting to leave. However, the same thing - the respect - left him crossing his legs and laying down.

I wonder how bird-woman feels to mate, he thought to himself.

The End