The Moaning Forest

Continues from chapter one

Chapter 2: Learning about fairies

George turned out to be a great professor. Within a matter of days he had taught us all what we needed to know about the modern side of Grog and how to assimilate old skills from Earth into our new lives. He even trained us how to think from our closed brain waves so we could keep secrets; for better or for worse. Today, however, was a little different.

“Okay guys, today, we’re going to study why you all are here.”

“Professor?”

“Yes Leslie.”

‘I’m confused. We’re here because Earth became a radioactive fireball that consumed everything that stayed on it.”

“Okay. Well, what I mean is, we’re going to study why you’ve been chosen for the prestige of Opimbo. Go to your lockers and get out your hiking boots if you haven’t already. You’ll also need shorts and a t-shirt that you don’t mind getting dirty. Go change and be back here in 15.”

 

Puzzled, we all went to the locker room and changed out. When we all emerged, some of the ladies looked even prettier than they had before. That detail wasn’t about to trouble me. I consider myself a natural hottie and makeup just needs to be put on in small quantity as I see it.

Besides, I didn’t need to look perfect, I was the one banging the professor, er, sorry, ‘intake consular’.

George guided us outside to a wooded area. In this wooded area stood a forest with massive trees. Most of these trees had at least one small opening like a mouth, almost the size of a human mouth. I, in particular, noticed the moaning sounds coming from the forest. It sounded familiar, and it got my attention.

Standing before us there was a podium and what appeared to be nothing more than a few locals; none of which I knew. George stood before us too, and as he was the only one I knew I tried to focus all of my attention on him; it just felt comfortable to do so.

“Okay ladies, here’s the rub,” George started. “The Public Order Minister of Zulag County, Mr. Tuthrie has a few words he’d like to share with you today. Mr. Tuthrie?”

“Thank you very much Consular Mathis. Ladies, I have been studying your progresses here at Opimbo and I must say I am pleased. Therefore it gives me great pause to request of you what I am about to ask of you. We have been good partners with Earth, particularly the United States of America government, albeit on your end it was in secret. When we learned of the Dokarel nuclear incident we were naturally eager to help out. This is why our planet was chosen as your new home. There is however, a problem. Do you see these trees, in this forest? Each of these trees produces enough oxygen for 200 living beings on this planet. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but with your planet’s sudden insurgence, the population is now higher than the trees can expect to produce in the future. There are small forests like this all over the planet, but alas, it has never been necessary for any of them to become big, so we’ve kept them small. Suddenly, it now is necessary for these forests to become big, and it needs to happen fast. Who among you is familiar with these forests?”

“I am Mr. Tuthrie,” exclaimed Yolanda.

“Explain what you know, and let us hear your name.”

“Hi, my name is Yolanda. These are called the moaning forests. They are dominated by two species of oxygen producing trees, the Miopty and the Mistoly. Both rely on outside beings to reproduce, usually fairies. The male fairy uses the open Miopty’s ribbed nutrient pintle to impale and hold the female fairy during coitus. The ribbed pintle expands in the female fairy’s anus locking her in place during the male fairy’s orgasm. Once sufficient seed is in the female fairy’s vagina, the male flies away, and the female fairy, drunk on orgasm, is then impaled by a second ribbed pintle into the vagina, and the tree slowly wraps its tree trunk around the fairy’s entire body. Once encased, the tree pleasures the fairy constantly to extract nutrients and the sperm to create the tree’s impregnation back into the fairy. Even if the circumstances are right for the fairy to become pregnant with another fairy, usually, the tree wins out.”

“Very good Yolanda,” said Mr. Tuthrie. “So usually fairies spread these trees, and you can probably hear some of them moaning right now if you put your ear up to these little holes in the tree trunk, because they are having sex with the trees right now, even as we speak. The point is, any competent living female mammal can help spread these trees, and we need that help desperately because the fairies aren’t able to keep up with the new demand. The fairies are not large enough to carry nutrients in large enough quantity to do consistent planting. This is where you ladies come in. This is your volunteer work. If you choose not to do this, that is your option. However if you choose to do this, there will be an extra credit grade for you, and you’ll get to experience the pleasure that being in one of these trees provide.”

“Why just us?” Erica asked.

“Because on this planet most of us aren’t mammals. By being here, you ladies provide a perfect opportunity to save our planet, and the honor you will get will simply be added to the pleasure you will experience.”

“Wait. Time out. It’s the man’s nutrient’s you need. Where are you going to find the men?” I inquired.

“Right here,” answered Pat, as he waltzed out from behind a tree.

How’s that for a plot twist. I was not expecting to see the man I let down to be here, much less to help with saving the planet. Pat was always a bit of a hot-rodder back on Earth. He always believed we should just live it up because he believed our planet was doomed at the hands of evil men anyway and that we shouldn’t worry about a detail we didn’t control. Little did he know, I now knew that he had been right all along; not that I’d ever tell him.

“Oh my god!! Ahhhh, Pat!” I wailed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang tight. What makes you think I’d be excited to see you?” Pat asked.

“Come on, please?” I pleaded to Pat. “After all we’ve been through together?”

“Oh yeah, let’s cover that then shall we?” Pat replied.

“Um, I’m sorry, do you two know each other?” inquired a curious Mr. Tuthrie.

“Yeah. This is the girl that let me down and screwed around on me last year while telling me she couldn’t do me because of her past,” Pat replied to Mr. Tuthrie. He then continued to me, “What do you want to lie about next? I’m sure there’s plenty in there for you to cover.”

“Patrick, please don’t do this,”: I pleaded again, with tears welling up in my eyes, admittedly from George’s white juice rather than my own tears.

“Why not? Sucks when you’re on the other end of it doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t ready for you.”

“Yeah right. It’s gonna be so much fun to mount your naked body in a Mistoly.”

“Okay, okay, let’s get back to the subject at hand; you two can meet up with me in my office later on,” George redirected.

“Okay, if we can continue, Leslie is right. The Miopty tree feeds off of the man’s sperm and both sex’s nutrients, but it needs the female womb as a carrier. This is why it leaves an open spot temporarily for coitus to happen between whatever mammals make use of it.”

“Pardon me, question?” Erica asked.

“Yes?”

“If we’re naked and encased in this tree, getting hard fucked and helpless, how do we survive the journey?” requested an inquisitive Erica.

“Well, when you are in the Miopty tree, you get pleasured constantly in each lower hole by a separate pintle shaft that’s part of the tree’s energy center. The one that locks into your anus feeds you nutrients, liquids and hormones by reverse squirting into your large intestine with just enough force and frequency that it back flows into your small intestine so that your body can absorb it all. The one that locks into your vagina pulls the other nutrients from you necessary to create the tree globes. The tree’s bark wraps around your face but holds your mouth open slightly and does not cover it, although it may turn inward and grow a sort of fake bark that goes into your mouth and sometimes can touch the back of the throat. If you’re lucky enough to have this happen to you, you’ll constantly have a sweet tasting flavor similar to maple syrup secreted into your mouth and down your throat.”

“How long do we stay in the tree to get the job done?” asked Samantha.

“Well, the tree decides that, but it’s usually related to how much sperm there is to process. If your guy filled you with a big load, you’ll be in the tree longer. Eight months ago, one adventurous girl from your planet came down here with a group of guys, and they all took turns pumping their loads into her. She’s in that tree over there, see it, fourth row, over to the left? We figure she’ll be in there about another month; she’s the extreme case, though. Most of you can expect a timeline of about a week, that’s really what we’re looking for anyway.

“What happens when the tree releases you?” I inquired..

“Well the tree’s not going to release you..” Pat retorted.

“Guys, calm down,” George warned.

“When the tree releases you, you’ll have roughly four hours to find suitable places to drop all of the tree globes. You can expect to be squatting a lot, usually there will be around 100 to 200 tree globes in you, and you will need to plant them all before they expire inside of you.”

“Do we have to dig holes too?” I asked.

“You would know about digging holes,” Pat retorted again.

“Again, guys, take it easy,” George warned.

“We take care of the planting. We have locals working the new field. All you have to do is carry them to the hole, squat over the hole, push one out, then move to the next hole. We’re doing this assembly line style because we need the tree population to be up by next summer for the expected population growth we have here.”

“Anything else we need to know?” asked Samantha.

“No, I think that covers the Miopty tree, finished Mr. Tuthrie.

“What about the Mistoly tree?” I requested.

“Well, we’re not really worried about that one right now, that doesn’t serve our current mission,” Mr. Tuthrie replied.

“Okay, if anyone is interested in this, the sign up sheet is right here, and if you have a mammal boyfriend already, you’re more than welcome to have him come up here and pump you full. If you are a single girl, Pat will fill you in.” George exclaimed to the group. The ladies all made their decisions and most lined up to fill out the sign up sheet.

I was now standing right next to my ex, Pat. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. At least, it was on his side of it anyway. I totally get why he was so salty today. If I had been treated the way I treated him, I’d probably be a little salty too. He decided to open the line of communication this time, which was not what I was used to.

“The Mistoly tree comes from the Earth we remember and it shares common roots with a plant you already know,” Pat explained.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“Yeah. Mistletoe. On this planet it morphed from a plant you kiss under into a plant that kisses you.”

“That’s kinda cool,” I said.

“Yeah? Wouldn’t it be cool if you could morph into something someone wanted?”

“Okay, hold it right there. I am something someone wanted.”

“Is that right?”

“Just because you haven’t had any luck means you get to take it out on me...”

“No, I get to take it out on you because you hurt me and you need to feel what it’s fucking like for a change twinkle-toes.”

I sighed. I knew I was in the wrong, and I couldn’t keep it up. “Pat, can we talk about this later?”

“It’s always later with you isn’t it. Always avoiding the problem.”

“Well, the problem hurts.”

“Yeah, but the solution doesn’t.”

“Huh?”

“And you get to the solution by approaching the problem.”

“Ummm,” I paused.

“I tell ya what. Let’s go out tonight. We’ll chat more in private. Now, since you’re not signing up for this today, go back with the professor. I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Make sure not to bang his brains out too hard.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I’ll see you later.”

“Ummm, okay, bye then.” It was everything I could do to hold it all in. He was right about everything, even the part about me sleeping with the professor was spot on. As I walked away I noticed George’s white juice coming up out of my tear ducts as I started to cry a little. I had no idea I was so saturated with his goo.

I didn’t get to see it, but I’m told Pat banged and filled every girl that signed up to be “tree’d”. Twenty-eight women were now encased in trees being pleasured constantly in exchange for being a seed carrier later for “the greater good” for one to two weeks. The real question in my mind was, why was he still mad at me? He never used to hold grudges. It bugged me, and it refused to let go.

Continues in chapter three