Luna
The crossbowwoman was raising her weapon for another shot, when a strange hum filled the air and the ground trembled. In an eruption of fine mist, the seed finished its transformation, the myriad of tentacle branches sprouting glowing leaves. The remaining amazons were staggered when additional vines broke out of the ground. The mist spread over the entire town, its sweet scent invigorating to the hosts and distracting and dizzying to the humans. The tentacle vines broke down artificial walls and grabbed unconverted amazons, holding them while masters slithered along their lengths towards the grappled defenders. Luna could see thinner, glowing tentacles spread out from the trunk of the seed-tree. They homed in on the fallen plantgirls, and plunging into their orifices, began filling and healing them. Their wounds closed, decayed skin was rejuvenated. Soon after, they awakened, and their voices joined the song of the forest again, together with the amazons who were joining in one by one.
Not just the fighters, either. Out of the now crumbling buildings came the other humans that had foolishly tried to hide from this bliss, until the mist and the vines had found them. Those who were too good at their craft to be risked in battle, the children, their pets. They all approached the tree and the sisters that had brought them this pleasure without hesitation, their skin and fur covered in vines, leaves and flowers, aroused and itching to thank their fellow hosts for subjugating them to the forest. Luna saw that the glowing tentacles did not shun the fallen defenders either, reviving them, so that the masters slithering down from the tree could take them for the forest. The two priestesses that had tried so hard to stop Luna were among the first thus reborn into the forest, the green marks on their skin enlarging until they were completely dyed in the colors of the forest. As the vines let them down on the ground again, their flowers bloomed, and their eyes opened, revealing emerald-green irises.
They and the other converted villagers approached the tree and Luna, singled out as being the carrier, the sister bearing the greatest honor this day. They were followed by the other plantsisters and forest animals that had seen the resistance melt away under the pink haze. Arousal was in the air, and both the subjugators and the subjugated yearned to celebrate their plant masters. The two priestesses, now devotees of the forest, approached Luna and embraced her in turn, whispering their thanks while softly fondling her green flesh.
"Thank you, sister. We were so wrong to resist this. The masters are perfect! All need to serve them! Thank you so much for showing this beautiful truth to us, and all the others."
Throughout all this, the tree had continued to grow, and it still grew, as if fueled by the rising symphony of moans below as the plantslaves embraced and pleasured each other. The voice of the forest grw ever stronger, and Luna could feel the satisfaction of her masters. They were proud of her. She had been a good host, a wonderful slave, and she would be rewarded by being the centerpiece of the ensuing orgy. Their plant juices and cries of delight would fuel the growth of the plants in the area and speed up the decay of the dens of stone and dead wood. Soon, the forest would have reclaimed this piece of the island. And it was all thanks to her.
Jecqueline
Jec was about to prepare herself for the final onslaught, when a strange feeling overcame her. Something momentous was about to happen, and the buzzing inside her head made her freeze, her sisters giving her worried looks. Then, it happened. The seed had grown to a large tree in the short time they had been there, and now it was ready to fulfill its purpose, like the plantgirls had fulfilled their purpose.
Tentacles and mists burst forth from the ever-spreading vine-like branches as they bloomed into color. The infestation rapidly spread over the village, the remaining defenders and hiding townspeople quickly became aroused and mesmerized by the scent, offering no resistance to the tentacles as they were grabbed and held until the masters could take them. Jecqueline almost orgasmed as she watched the amazons' armors being ripped off, their skin turning green and their confused moans changing into cries of delight. The rush of power and the sweet smell invigorated her, her bruises disappeared from her skin, and her throbbing pussy felt like it was on fire.
Jec was finally pushed over the edge as she heard the rising waves of chants:
"We give ourselves to you. We are live." Each of the transformed women and girls screamed it in the final climax that cemented their masters' control over them. It was followed by other pledges the thankful converted offfered to the forest.
"We are yours, forevermore!" "I'll be a good host! I'll obey!" "I serve the forest!" The tree itself seemed to shiver in pleasure as the cries of orgasm and obedience filled the air. The tentacle vines twitched as they pleasured hosts during their transformation or let finished slavegirls down. For a brief moment, Jec felt envy that the trees tentacles would not pleasure her, but the thought quickly disappeared, buried beneath another one, a feeling Jecqueline was savoring.
She had done it. Her and her sisters had protected the seed, and all would now know the pleasure of serving the forest. It didn't take long until the other attackers and the converted amazons gathered around the seed-tree to bask in its sweet scent and thank the most valiant host among them, who had managed to ensure their subservience. The green bodies of all shapes and sizes started mingling according to an unspoken command, subtle change in the melody of the forest, letting all the hosts know that their masters were pleased with them, and they were allowed to enjoy the fruits of slavery to the forest before the next battle.
Sayidda
As the plantslaves prepared to make their final stand, a tinge of regret entered Sayidda's mind. She would gladly die for her masters, but she wanted nothing more than to be there when the seed bloomed, and welcome all her new sisters into service to the masters. As she faced down the advancing amazons, a strange humming filled the air, followed by a shaking of the earth. Sayidda's crotch heated up, as she instinctively realized that she had indeed endured and triumphed. Pink mist and green vines streamed from the tree that had seemingly grown out of nowhere, dazing and grabbing the soldiers, leaving no corner of the town unblanketed. Soon, the air was filled with soft moans and cries as Sayidda could see masters traveling along the vines towards their soon-to-be hosts. The radiating power of the seed healed her wounds and those of her sisters, giving them energy and near orgasmic pleasure as all tension left their bodies. They had obeyed, and they had prevailed. The masters sang their praises inside the song of the forest, and the reward of mindless bliss swept over Sayidda, who fell to the ground, riding the waves of ecstasy without a care in the world, as the voice of her master continued to stroke her mind as her hands stroked her pussy.
"Good girl. Good host. Spreading is good. Obeying is good. Protecting the masters is good. You are a good slave."
Sayidda regained awareness as she noticed more and more voices in the song of their subservience, and felt many of them approach the seed. She rose to her knees, and noticed the amazon she had converted earlier kneeling next to her, fucking a treevine. In between grunts of pleasure, she looked at Sayidda, and managed to convey her thoughts.
"Let me be the first to thank you for everything, sister." Her ragged speech was unnecessary, as Sayidda could feel her thoughts. She leaned in for a passionate kiss, that was quickly broken by her sister however.
"There are many more who want to thank you. So many new sisters, all thanks to you. Embrace them." Sayidda looked around and saw that the area around the tree was packed with hosts and infested animals, many of them freshly enslaved, but all of them eager to thank her.
Ank'una, The Voice of the Forest
As the day turned to night and the legions of freshly converted plantslaves rutted and celebrated underneath the new trees all over the island, the voice of the forest swelled to a new strength. Deep inside the heart of the forest. Ank'una interrupted her tending to the great seed to sink to her knees and stroke her crotch as she savored all the new sisters joining their shared consciousness. This was a magnificent day. As the masters instructed her, she called out to to all the hosts, her voice relaying the will of the forest.
"My sisters! You have done so well. Almost all of the island has been claimed. Tomorrow, the last bastion of the masterless will fall, and the island will be ours! But this night, savor your new sisters, and our shared triumph."
She turned towards the seed she had been caressing, gently weaving the masters' magic inside it. It was larger and possessed a brighter glow than the previous ones, and once blooming, it would ensure the obedience of even the strongest amazons. With most life on the island under the masters' thrall, victory was almost guaranteed. Yet the final piece, this seed, would need protection. The hosts assigned to carry the seeds had all done very well today, but even among their ranks, three stood out that defended their seeds against overwhelming odds. They would be at the center of the attack, and they would be the ones to ensure the infestation of the last of the amazons. She spoke to Sayidda, Luna and Jecqueline directly:
"You have proven yourself to be such good hosts. The masters are proud of you, and your new sisters will show you the appreciation you deserve. But once the sun rises anew tomorrow, come to me, in the deepest heart of the forest. There you will be given the greatest task any plantslave will ever have to pleasure to carry out. But for now, enjoy this beautiful triumph!"
The three hosts shuddered in delight as they were filled with purpose once again. They'd mate and play with their sisters and companions now, and then they would ensure that no one would ever threaten the forest again.
Luna was being caressed by the two priestesses who were eager to repay her for the resistance they'd put up against the inevitable.
Sayidda was in an embrace with the girl she herself had converted, and around her there were others waiting to thank her.
Jecqueline likewise was at the center of an ever-expanding orgy, her sisters, old and new, pining to thank her.
Combat has concluded! Mission Accomplished for Team Green Wave!
The setup for the next scene will be up to Deva. You can have fun in the meantime, hit me up if you want me to play an NPC during a scene.
Host Jecqueline the Voyeur Mouse, Tag: Plant Slave Collective, Mood: Submissively Elated, Team: Plantslaves, Location: With her sisterhosts
