Ank'una, the Voice of the Forest Tag: Luna, Sayyida, Jecqueline
Through the ecstatic pulsing of the vines within them, the new plantslaves could hear a voice reverberating like leaves in the wind.
New life has joined our growing forest! I am so pleased with my pets, having snared such cuties! You will serve the forest well!
Luna was already a hostslave, and she recognized the sweet voice as one that her masters spoke through. Her flower and her cock were positively twitching as she listened.
Such a good slave, accepting and sharing the pleasure of serving the forest. I welcome you, as my host-sister. You already made the masters so proud! But don't stop now! Share this love, the love of your master, with the others! All shall join you in this bliss! All shall serve the forest, like you do, and feel the pleasure that only a master in your body can bring! You already did so well, fucking your sister-slave to be with such vigor and such virility! Your master is proud to use you as his mindless vessel. You have proven yourself to be a good host, and the eternal pleasure of being part of the forest is your reward! Now give yourself to us! We are life!
Her flower blooming and her vine-cock twitching, bulging, overflowing with masters' seed, Hostslave Luna gave herself to the voice, smiling as she nodded along, her pleasure building with every bit of praise she received, every word resonating inside her head, her master agreeing and making her feel good. But it wasn't enough. She needed to cum again, in service of the forest and her masters. And for that, she needed to spread! This island would become a single forest, and all upon it would be plant-slaves!
Sayidda was still confused, but the seductive voice soothed her and pushed all thoughts of Marnia out of her head.
Hush, little puppy. You are so close to completing your transformation. Your beloved Host-sister will reattach your master, and he will guide you, as will I. You will be part of the forest. You will serve the masters and spread the green pleasure. Do not resist, do not fear. Just stop thinking, give yourself to the forest. All will be clear, and it will feel so good. You want to feel good, and you want to be a good puppy for your sister-slave. You will be, once the forest claims you as host. All will love you, and cherish you, and help you spread your master's seed. Just listen and let us take care of everything. Give yourself to my voice, the voice of the forest. Give yourself to us. We are life.
Hostslave Sayidda accepted the voice as she was touched by her sister, letting her take care of everything, just like the nice voice said. Once her master was reattached, she'd stop thinking and become one with the forest, and everything would be alright again. Part of her couldn't wait to roam the island with her plant-sisters, capturing all non-hosts and turning them into hosts like them. It would be so hot. Her pussy throbbed in time with the soft words caressing her mind, lulling her into a sleepy acceptance, an empty vessel ready to be controlled by a master...
Jec couldn't keep the shuffling plants off of her any longer, the vines grabbing her, massaging her, entering her holes as the scent of the flowers grew stronger. The smell and her rising lust made her vision blur, and she mewled in contentment as the vine-tentacles thoroughly fucked all her thought out of her. Soon Jec had forgot everything, about the others, about their goal, about why they fought the pants... That seemed so stupid now, after all they made Jec feel so good... She wanted to be like this forever... She felt something fuse with her, even as the vines continued to fill her and inject fluids into her, and all of a sudden the green haze covering her mind gave way to clarity, and she could feel the presence of something, something that called itself master. It wanted to make her host. Jec almost came at the thought, the vines stimulating her so perfectly in sync with the mental takeover by the parasite. She couldn't resist, didn't want to resist, she just wanted to feel good, and the plants and the master were making her feel good. As her body turned green and her thoughts started circling around her master, a bulb grew out of her head. With a shudder of orgasmic bliss, Jecqueline realized that she was about to become a host to her master, a puppet of the plants, and she craved it. She wanted to join them. Another voice started whispering to her, this one different from, yet no less intimate and beautiful, her master's voice. A voice she wanted to instinctively obey.
That's a good little mouse, you are so close now... you resisted for so long, but now you are finally in our embrace. Feel our love. Give yourself to the forest. Become one with it. You will serve, and you breed, and you will infest, all for the masters of the forest. You'll be a host-sister, one of the myriads of beings that make up the forest. Your master and I will guide you on your way to serve the forest. Listen and obey, and pleasure will be your reward. The pleasure of the forest, of being one with the masters. You can feel it, can you? Your thoughts and memories being drained by the forest, becoming absorbed by the whole, your has master almost finished bonding with you, just one more climax to go... You can feel it building, the pleasure, the need, the need to obey, to spread, to convert. You will be a good plantslave, protecting the forest, enlarging it, spreading it... One more orgasm and your transformation will be complete. Now... Give yourself to us. We are life!
The climax made Jeq thrash in the plant's grip, but the vines held as she moaned her submission. The bulb on her head opened, bloomed into a flower, signalling her transformation's completion. The plantbeings gently let her go, and before she could wonder about what to do next, the voice of the forest, the voice she had to obey, spoke to her again.
So beautiful. Now, I believe there are a few new sisters nearby that would love to see you like this. Go with your plant-sisters, they will bring you all together, so you can celebrate your infestation, and be prepared to serve the forest.
As the last transformation was finished, and the three new host-slaves rose, they were greeted not only by the shared mind of the forest, but by the forms of fellow plant-slaves approaching them, now without apprehension, as they all realized they were one and the same. As bodies and vines intertwined, flowers and passions bloomed, shared ecstasy sweeping through their addled minds, basking in the pleasure of being attended by their fellow plant-hosts and the knowledge that they were part of the forest, eternally enslaved to a greater consciousness, a greater purpose. They would serve obediently, without hesitation or doubt, and they would cum every time they carried out an order. Every time they infested someone. Every time they helped a master claim its host. Every time they would birth new parts of the forest. Their orgasms would herald the growth of the forest. They were all parts of one body and one mind, united in pleasure and obedience.
As the orgy calmed down, the sweet voice that they all heeded as their guide, the combined will of the forest and all the masters, spoke to them all again.
So sweet to see you take so well to your new life and your new sisters. But the forest requires your service, now! Follow your sisters into the depths of our writhing body, and you will be given a command, purpose, life. You will spread, and you will convert, and you will transform, like you have been. All will be part of the forest, like you are. Now come to me, and serve the forest!