I’m sunning on the bank of a river. It’s a glorious day. Red flowers are growing around me.
I’m lying on my blanket, listening to birds sing, wind in the trees, and feeling grateful for my body and my life. My breasts, huge tummy, soft thighs, feet, shoulders, strong calves, arms, back, hands, neck, ass, and hips are all glowing as I stim, shift, and rest in the light.
Blissed out, I’m in a state of prayer, praising Mother God, and begin to slip into another mentality. The red flowers begin singing to me.
At first their song is a wave. Then it becomes a beautiful language I don’t understand. At first it sounds Asian, then African, then rainbow, floral, and rich like cheesecake, or a dessert I’ve never tasted before made with sweetened condensed milk and ground cashews.
yes
I’ve never used mushrooms beyond a microdose, but this is how I imagine the mushroom people sing. I let the song wash over me. I’m dozing, and it begins to clarify until I understand what the red flowers are singing about.
“Pollinate us,” they say, without those words. The usual suspects aren’t doing the job. I’m sexually aroused as lie in the sun on the bank. My big clit / little dick is swollen, and I decide, yes. I’ll try to slide into one of the red flowers.
content warning: interkingdom sex
I’m not surprised the red flowers want me to help pollinate them. They had seemed hungry already. I move toward to the nearest red flower and take a deep smell. Its warm perfume is spicy, and the petals look soft. My little dick is curious to slide in, and I wonder how it will feel, if I can be gentle enough not to crush it.
I get on my hands and knees, and I lower my cunt to the flower. It seems to quiver as I reach my dick toward it, and I find the opening to slide inside. Ooo– I gently nudge myself in, and I feel the petals spread to accommodate my dick.
The red flower feels moist and ready. I thrust cautiously as the petals hold me and pull me deeper into the flower. I feel my dick find a new depth. My face is pressed to the earth, my tits pressed to the earth, as I fuck the flower.
done
Right when I get very excited and want to thrust harder, possibly to cum, I get the sense that it’s done. A whisper of a feeling says to stop.
So I pause and lie there, still, feeling my dick throb in the flower, and I slowly pull out.
Wow, my clit has never felt this way before. I look down and see the pollen on my inner thighs. Golden– I know my dick is golden with shimmering pollen. I only want more.
I consider touching myself. But another flower calls to me, as if it had been watching.
two
I gasp and scramble over to it, and I look at its red. It presses up from the earth seriously, and there are no other pollinators around. I position myself above it, wondering if it will feel the same as the previous.
Gently I nudge my dick into the flower and find the opening. It seems to suck me down into its depth right away, and I moan for my life as my face and tits and forearms grind into the earth.
The flower has my clit in its mouth, and it’s using me. I cry because this is how I’ve always wanted sex to feel. I fuck the flower and feel a new happiness. Yes, I’ve always wanted to be a pollinator.
Again this flower tells me to stop, and I obey. I pause and breathe, then pull my glistening, golden dick out of the red petal warmth.
three
The next flower calls to me, and I’m no longer cautious. I spread my legs and lower my cunt to the flower. It sucks me down into it. I’m crying into the earth until my spit and tears make a little bit of mud, which smears on my face as I slowly fuck the flower.
I understand that it’s going to tell me to stop soon, so I slow down to see if I can prolong the experience. My ass and thighs feel strong, as I thrust, and I love who I am more than ever.
The flower tells me I’m done, and I imagine my shimmering erection as I move to the next flower.
content warning: interspecies sex
There are rocks near the fourth flower, and my face is pressed on the rocks as I lower my dick to find the hole I’m trying to slip inside. I wonder if it’s wrong to fuck all these flowers. What am I really doing to them? I glance back at the first flower to see if it looks damaged, but it’s pressing up as gorgeously as before.
I nudge my dick into the flower, but it feels different this time. A small, angular creature is already there. So I pull my dick out to feel a bee clinging to my dick. I can’t see it because I can’t see over my huge tummy. But I feel its limbs and head, as it gently crawls on me and begins to search my cunt for nectar.
I moan as the bee explores the folds of my cunt, and I lie on my back, welcoming the bee to look for anything it wants from me. It pokes into crevices, and I feel like a flower growing on the bank for a moment, aching to be pollinated.
The bee climbs onto my mons and rests for a moment, then flies off. I marvel at the gifts that have been given to me, and I reapproach the fourth flower.
four
I ease myself into the flower, and the petals grab me hard. My knees grind into the earth as I fuck the flower with more force than the first three. The feeling that I need to cum gets strong, and I growl. I imagine ejaculating into the flower, which is not actually possible.
Just as I’m about to cum, the flower tells me to stop. So I freeze and pull out, moving my mouth to the flower to kiss it as I leave. It smells like my cunt and like itself at the same time.
I need to cum more than anything, so I listen for any other flowers which might be singing to me.
five
Yes, the fifth red flower is larger than the first four, and its song is loud. I feel intimidated and shy. But I get on my hands and knees, and position my cunt above the flower to slide my dick in.
This flower is very hungry and pulls me in. I’m crying again, this time because I need to cum– I’m overwhelmed and frustrated. The flower tells me to cum, and my clit gets bigger and so slippery as begin to shake. Then my head flings to the side, something shifts, and the pleasure smacks me. I pound myself into the large flower, as I cum for a long time, crying and very whole. My sound is gratitude.
The mud is wet on my face from more tears. I feel like I’m waking up as my orgasm fades, and I look down at the red flower between my legs. It’s so large and looks joyful. It sings a song that sounds something like thank you.
river
I lie there for a long time, feeling sticky, feeling my dick shrink back into my body. Wondering if I actually did the flowers any good, or if that was just a romp.
I’m not a casual person; it’s not like me to put my dick strange places. I get the feeling I’ll remember this experience for a long time, but who would believe me.
I put my hand on my cunt, then look at my hand to see the pollen. Sniffing my hand, I walk to the river and wash the mud off my face.
The river knows everything. The river has seen it all.
later
In a month, I return to the riverbank. Other kinds of flowers are blooming, and they’re busy with insect life. They don’t sing to me.
I tell myself I’ll return the following year late February, to visit the red flowers again and ask if they remember me.
