Green Sand

I stared doubtfully at the jar of pale green sand in my hand. /Is this really going to work…?/ I wondered as I unscrewed the lid and trailed my fingers in the sand. It just looked like synthetic powder to me, so would it really do what the saleswoman had told me? Come to think of it, the deal /had/ seemed rather fishy…


Flashback:
“Ah, missy, you look a little lonely, don’t you?” I heard the voice from a vendor on my right, and awkwardly extracted myself from the crowd pressing around me. I stared down at her wares, laid out on a wooden slab. Bottles of sand, in different shapes, all with a pink ribbon tied in a bow around the lid. The old woman who had spoken to me smiled mysteriously. “Don’t have a lover, eh?”

I blushed in embarrassment. “No, my boyfriend and I just broke up. How did you know that?” It was a silly question, I realized, because in this strange little marketplace there must have been a dozen fortune tellers who had even passing talent enough to tell that much. “What are you selling, anyway? Sand…?”

She held up one particularly short and round bottle, filled with light green sand. “This will provide you with companionship enough to get you back on the right road.” We haggled for the price – I was slowly getting used to the process, and brought it down quite a ways with relative ease – and she explained how to use it. “Go into a secluded place, preferably out of town, and pour the sand on the ground in whatever design comes to your mind. Don’t expect anything in particular, though…” She smiled again, and I accidentally got swept into the crowd for a moment, but when I tried to return to the booth I couldn’t find it.


The encounter had been fairly odd, but I was more than willing to try the sand, even if I had no idea what it would do, since I had bought it. So I had come here, to a rather quiet part of the forest that I had been favoring for meditation recently. I tilted the sand over and let it spill out of the bottle, trailing it in a long line around me. It looked rather interesting, sparkling a little bit, but not at all as inspiring as I had imagined. So I sat down on a little stump and stared up at the stars; no need to come out here for nothing, after all, even if the sand had apparently been a waste of money. I decided not to buy anything on a whim from the more shady merchants in this place.

No sooner had I let my eyes close, however, when I felt something nudge my thigh. I reached down to brush it away, and felt something vaguely slimy. I snatched my hand away – it felt a little like a snake at first – and sat up, looking around. The only thing I noticed out-of-place was that the sand was gone.

Slowly, I relaxed, thinking that I must have imagined it. But I felt something again, this time against my right arm, and I definitely felt the same slickness as before. I twisted my head around to look, and caught a brief glimpse of something a pale mint color about the same as the sand I had poured on the ground earlier. I had a sinking feeling of dread – I didn’t know why – and I promptly stood up, looking around. I kept turning my head, thinking that I had seen the thing again, but never managing to actually see it.

I backed into a tree suddenly, and felt something wrap tightly around my shoulders. I looked down and saw a pale green vine pinning me tightly to the tree. I let out a shocked sort of yelp, and began to struggle. For a moment I broke away, before the thing lashed out and grabbed my ankle, tripping me. By the time I got my senses back from falling over my wrist and waist were already wrapped up in the same sort of vines. It was dreadfully strong, I realized as I tried to tear it away from my wrist, and it pulled back when I dug my nails in. It felt horribly /alive./

There was little I could do as it pulled me around, tugged at my clothes until they ripped, and pulled my legs in opposite directions. I gulped and tried to keep my face from getting hot; I wasn’t stupid, I utilized the internet to its full capabilities, and I knew that some people had fantasies about this sort of thing. I tried to struggle a little harder, but didn’t get anywhere for my efforts.

Abruptly I felt something nudge at my entrance, and flushed immediately. I bent my neck upwards to see what it was, and caught sight of another of the same vines, though this time I could see the end; it was rounded out, like the head of a man’s penis, and looked just a little bit wetter than the other vines around my arms and legs. I blushed, and tried to pull my legs closed as it nudged at my clit again, more insistent this time. I didn’t succeed, however, as another vine came seemingly out of nowhere and ripped my pants and underwear away with ease. I writhed and tried to shout, but as soon as I opened my mouth the head of another vine pushed past my lips. I choked a little bit, but it didn’t move, just kept me quiet, and I realized with harsh embarrassment that this /plant thing/ was more courteous than my last boyfriend had been.

But just then the vine between my legs pushed into me, and I groaned loudly around the thing in my mouth. It was larger than anything I had felt, and pressed against me fully, all the way up it pressed. I convulsed a little in pain as it broke my hymen – my boyfriend and I had never gone all the way, just done the oral thing – and then moaned again, helpless. It pulled most of the way out, and then drove all the way back in. I felt like my eyes were rolling back into my head, and out of habit I rubbed my tongue against the vine in my mouth, swallowing around it and licking in a twisted sort of ecstasy. It pushed a little further in, and I swallowed again, trying to see if I could actually get it in my throat without choking. It didn’t seem to like that plan, because it didn’t go any further, and I instead turned my attention to the thing in my pussy.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do to egg it on, since I couldn’t just say “Faster, harder,” but I tried to convey it with my body, twisting my hips and trying to scoot closer. There was an ache in my hips that I loved immensely, wanted more of, and I didn’t think I could get any further with the way things were going. I tried to free one of my hands, and I was surprised to find that they vines had loosened enough around my arms for me to slide my wrist out of their grasp. I removed one hand and reached down to spread my lower lips wider, encouraging it. It pushed a little faster, deeper, and I moaned at the rush of heat I felt. Suddenly, the thing in my mouth pushed even deeper in, and I opened my throat as wide as I could, letting it down with surprising ease. It pushed in and out, not abusively, but a little surprisingly, in exactly the same rhythm as the one down below, though shallower.

Almost at the point of orgasm, I knew, I rocked between the two vines, two fingers rubbing against my clit and my other hand on my breast, moaning elatedly. This was heaven, even though there was no human heat or emotion, it was just sexual delight, but it was enough for me right then. My moan rose to a whine as I felt my orgasm, and the pounding pleasure inside of me only rose as something /writhing/ sprouted from the end of the vines in my throat and cunt. As soon as I returned to Earth, I struggled to sit up (the vines holding onto me were much more lenient now) and pulled the one out of my mouth to look at the things it had grown. Tiny little tentacles had come out of the slit, and wriggled back and forth in an almost endearing way. Smiling slightly, I brought it up to my mouth again and entwined my tongue with the little appendages. It felt a little like a mustache – granted a slick, wet, writhing one – and I sucked on it contentedly as the one inside of me continued to move back and forth in a beating rhythm.

I thought perhaps that the thing would be tired out soon (because anything like this would have stamina, right?), from the way it had been going, but I had two more orgasms before anything actually happened. Two more vines came out of nowhere again, though maybe they had been some of the ones holding me before, and approached my lower parts. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing, though I was sure I would like it, by the way the little tentacles were poking out of their tops. I closed my eyes, wanting to be surprised, and gasped in sudden surprise as one of them wormed its way up my vagina along with the first one. I lost my grip and fell back on the ground, moaning and stretching my legs apart and upwards, willing them to move already, because both had stopped perfectly still. I panted heavily, had to pull the one at my mouth away for a second so I could breathe, and then I keened again as the third one began its trek up my asshole.

As the ones in front slowly began to return to the former rhythm I was gasping and moaning constantly, and I forgot about the one formerly in my mouth for a bit, as I wrapped both of my hands around the front two. I pulled and pushed them alternately with their rhythm, trying to force them faster but never succeeding. I couldn’t even speak to make a noise as another orgasm came over me, could only thrash and gasp and choke. And suddenly the one I had forgotten about was back with a vengeance, the tiny group all reaching for my tits. I moaned and convulsed and cursed and tried to push my fingers into my cunt, but it was already too full, and without warning I had yet another orgasm – but this one was much more forceful, I practically screamed as it wracked my body and it felt like I was being pulled in every direction. I suddenly felt a hot rush, and it made the convulsions continue a minute longer, before I could finally look down and see the white, sticky fluid clinging to my breast and dripping out of both of my holes.

Sluggishly almost, the tentacles retreated, and disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared. I missed them, frankly, and I wanted a keepsake of this, anyway. I dug around, totally naked, for the jar that the green sand had been in to start with. I found it, all the way across the clearing, and scooped what little of the plant’s semen I could into it.

A month later, the white liquid had turned to pale green powder.