Nightmare Night in the Everfree Forest

Using her aura, Beatrix Belladonna hefted up Fluttershy's naked form and slumped it over a shoulder. She patted her ass affectionately with a giggle, and her Prima Materia once again hummed and glowed to provide her direction...ever deeper into the Everfree Forest. Seeing little alternative, she followed a faded path into forestation that grew ever denser.

She hummed to herself, satisfied with her work so far and moved with confident strides. She had returned her body's state to normal, her 'extra' banished with a hand wave that simultaneously called her costume back onto her form.

Not even the eyes that seemed to watch her from everywhere bothered her anymore. She was on another adventure! “Shame I don't have anyone to share it with...until you wake up,” she whispered and squeezed one of Shy's buttcheeks.

Several minutes later she paused in her trek after the Prima Materia settled down. It had led her to a massive tree trunk, ancient, weathered, and proud. Her palm traced its thick surface, curious what she was meant to do here?

Vines rose behind her, slithered her way. “Wha...?” One slipped around her ankle, yanked her upside-down, and she yelped. More of the roots formed a nest that caught Shy's body as she slipped from her grasp.

“Looks like a couple of gnarly babes have wandered into my neck of the woods,” came a lazy feminine voice. “Including one I'm totally intimate with already, you know?” The sound, which Beatrix realized arose from the tree itself, was put to a person when a dryad's nude shape arose from the trunk, shapely with half-lidded eyes and a crooked grin. Root-like hair was done up in thick reddish-brown dreadlocks, her earthy skin greenish in shade. “The name's Tree Hugger. Who are you?”

“Beatrix Belladonna. Do you plan to let me down?” She batted her lashes with a mischievous smirk.

“I dunno...” Hugs licked her lips. “Seems a bit rude to like, drop in unannounced and not offer me a boon? I'm kinda a nature spirit that looks after the area, and anyone who wanders my way usually gives me an offering in return.” The vines drew her prey closer, and she ran a hand over her captive's supple form, who couldn't help but murmur under her touch.

“I've heard wood nymphs are lusty creatures,” mumbled Beatrix. “Okay, it sounds like a fair trade!”

“Radical, babe. Let me take care of you. Oh, hey there, Shy.” She watched her lover stir from the corner of her eye. At the same time her vines crawled over the pair, started to explore them as they slipped under the witch's costume.

Fluttershy managed a low hiss. “We used to be enemies,” she admitted. “But we found a workaround...”

“You can't get enough of me. Admit it,” teased Hugs whose vines wrapped around Shy's pendulous tits. She drew them closer, forced Shy's thighs open, and pressed their sopping, inflamed pussies together with a squish, their juices running down their assholes amidst schlicks when they started to hump each other. They embraced, lips mashed together and tongues wrestling.

Again Beatrix's costume was ripped away which made her thankful she could easily recreate and summon it at will, as it was practically an extension of her thanks to the Prima Materia's power. Vines wrapped around her tits, lashed her buttocks, slipped into her moist pussy, stretched her pink asshole, filled her mouth. She relaxed herself in preparation to enjoy the ride.

Stranger still, the extensions pumped a sticky nectar directly into her. Eyes began to glaze over as she realized it was a potent aphrodisiac, the air rich with a sweet pink perfumed she inhaled, the dryad's sexual musk that filled her nostrils. She clenched down her holes hard and came on the spot, squirted over the vine that filled her cunt, the first of many climaxes.

Her eyes rolled into her head, vines pumping in-and-out of her, slow at first but soon with rapidity. They pumped her womb full, made her belly blossom out like she was heavily impregnated, and the nectar sloshed in her overstuffed uterus.

She sucked off the vine in her mouth, stroked off a couple more with her hands, felt more of the precious honey drip over them. It had made her an addict within minutes but she hardly cared, mind dulled to anything but a lust for more pleasure.

“She's a natural,” said Shy who withdrew her kiss momentarily, tethered to her lover by strings of saliva.

“We're all righteous sluts deep down, after we surrender to our instincts. It's like, totally natural, babe.” Hugs groped her tits and ass while they continued to scissor, their puffy pussy lips similarly attached by strings of pussy juice.

Their fingers linked, and they too picked up their pace, lost in moans of desperation for their own release. Thankfully it soon came, and they creamed upon each other, trembled and soaked their supple flesh in messy squirts that dripped down them.

Beatrix squealed, more-and-more pumped into her to overflow, the excess oozing out her holes and from her nostrils. She slumped and kicked her quivering legs, gasping and coughing up nectar she practically vomited out, more fired all over her face and across her sticky, glistening shape. She was dropped into a pool of honey, huffing as her tits rose and fell in rhythm.

“You pass,” called Hugs. “Feel free to like, venture further in when you're ready, babe.”

In truth Beatrix, who basked in her afterglow, wasn't certain she ever wanted to leave. Her thoughts were still numbed by pleasure overload, but she knew there were likely still others in the Everfree that still needed her, and couldn't afford to let them down. But for the moment she was content to simply recline their, slathered in the dryad's precious honey.

She felt Hugs and Shy slip between her thighs, who lapped at her twat and asshole, licked out the nectar that still oozed out her well-worn fuckholes. She writhed and mewled, still overly sensitive, thankful the Prima Materia had led her on this little detour.

However she sensed more awaited her before this night finally came to its end...