I suck in a breath. She looks rabid like this. Bloody, wild-haired, and murderous. With utter disappointment in myself, I realize this makes me deliriously aroused.
Xiaoyu comes at me and I have to bite back the exhilaration as I dodge the weapon. Every slice in the air pounds me deeper in the gut.
“Answer me!” With no regard for her safety at all, she swipes the weapon again. I may have dodged too slowly because now, I have a cut on my torso that’s bleeding purple goo.
“You can’t hear me?”I ask her incredulously—possibly to no one at all.
“You piece of shit! Who gave you the right to put your filthy dick in my mouth?!”
My back finally hits a wall while she storms forward. I have never wished so hard to have a loin cloth to cover myself. It is what it is. If she stabs me now, I won’t die, but it will hurt. I await her attack, my belly fluttering with excitement.
However, the moment she is close enough, I see the wrong kind of violence in her eyes. She zeroes in on my cock and—for a fraction of a second—I am frozen, clueless what to do. When she grabs it…me…I cannot even sputter out a protest as she digs the knife in farther.
“Have you seen a dick without legs?”
“No,” I choke.
“You’re about to.” She snarls and with a loud tearing sound, my cock is off.
She dismisses it in disgust and tosses it away. My jaw is slack as my mind registers what just happened beyond the haze of desire. Shy Xiaoyu is endearing. This one? I cannot put into words what I think.
I eye the stump where my foxglove cock had been and back to her retreating form. The cock on the floor retrogrades back into its natural form of black serpents. They wind and slither to dark corners of the cave, probably to hide in shame. They wereashamedof me.
An odd feeling crawls up my spine as she turns to exit the cavern. Where does she even think she’s going? Does she think I’m going to let her go so easily?
“Enjoy a dick-less life, plant-man.” She calls over her shoulder, running into the forest.
With a foolish grin, I trail after her into the forest while my chest drums a thrilling rhythm. My feet sink first as I melt into the earth. Being the forest is akin to swimming. I tread under the soil, fully aware when the surface is disturbed.
Her footprints glow, and I follow. I glide through roots, stones, and skeletons of all creatures I have eaten—my sole intention to climb out of the ground in front of her…and possibly eat her.
Xiaoyu
Holy fuck, what did I just do?
I’d reacted out of instinct, and now, it’s starting to sink that…nothing’ssinking. The cold wind hits my face like a slap while my toes dig farther into the ground. I don’t realize quite yet that it’s harder to lift my legs to run until the forest starts glowing.
“Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt!!!!” I scream as the trees rip open into little smiles with sharp teeth. Some clack their teeth, some just giggle.
Athunderous, bellowing laughter erupts out of nowhere, and I just know who it is. It’s that fucking hole in my dreams—the only thing I remember. It takes more energy to run when my feet are basically drowning in black gunk.
Gritting my teeth, I take my knife and scrape them off my skin. I can’t believe it, but it fucking works. Making quick work, I scramble toward a boulder once they are all off.
It’s too fucking dark that it’s too late for me to see the large lump is not a rock at all. It’s fucking poop with opalescent mushrooms. Blood leaves my face when one mushroom head grows eyes and stares straight into my soul. I woke them up. Several of them.
Like the trees, a part of it rips open into a smile while it chants, “Eat me, eat me.” It’s calm at first until the others climb out of their burrow. Right before my eyes, they grow arms and legs. My skin ripples with chills, and I turn to run again.
“No, get away from me!” I’m screeching so loud until my throat’s hurting.
For some fucked reason, I hear them trampling after me while demanding I put them into my mouth. The forest laughs again, and at this exact moment do I feel my mind break. I dig my heels in and turn around, facing these feral, stumpy mushrooms.
“Eat them. If you don’t, they will eat you first.”A voice is in my head and my desperation tells me to believe it.
“These little shits?”
“Don’t wait until they start gnawing on your legs.”
To feed or to be feed, bitch.
