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Flower Angels
by Eternal Night

Lost

It started when I had to go pee.  My little brother Danny had to go as well, and came with me.  We ended up peeing on the same tree.  When we got back to our picnic area, Mom, Dad, and all our stuff was gone.  It was as if they'd never been there.  Other than that, it looked a bit greener than when we'd left.

"MOM!  DAD!"  We both called for help, but there was no answer.  We went out various ways to look for them, but found nothing, except that the trail we'd come in by was missing.  We hadn't gone far to pee, and hadn't stayed long, but somehow hadn't got back to our picnic site.  We'd either got lost or been magically transported somewhere else, and much as I liked the idea of magic, I didn't really believe it would happen to us.

I suggested "Let's follow the stream down.  It should take us back to town at least."

Danny didn't have any better ideas, so that's where we went.  The ground descended gently, which was strange since we'd climbed a ways into the dusty mountains.  Also the vegetation grew lusher, though there was always a path through it that allowed us to stay near the stream.  We reached a place where another little stream joined it and continued.  Danny commented "I don't think we're in the Dusty Mountains any more."

I admitted "I think you're right."

He asked "So what do we do now Eric?"

I answered "Keep going down the stream.  They always build towns on rivers."

We went a ways further till Danny complained "I'm hungry Eric."

I answered "So am I."

He asked "Are these good to eat?"  He indicated a bush with orange berries we were passing.

I answered "I don't know.  I'm not hungry enough to try them."

It turned out we didn't have to.  Just a little ways further, we found trees with pears growing on them.  After stuffing myself with pears and drinking from the stream, I felt pretty good, and I think Danny did too.

As we were eating, Danny said "Hey Eric."

"What?"

He commented "You need a hair cut."

I asked "What does a seven year old know about needing haircuts?"  It had always seemed pretty random to me when Mom told me I needed a hair cut and cut my hair.

He answered "More than a nine year old I guess."

At another time, I might have hit him for that, but as I mentioned, I was feeling pretty good, and it sounded more funny than mean.  I told him "Maybe you do."

We strolled further down the stream after eating, stopping to rest when we got tired, and climbing trees in hopes of seeing further around us.  We never got high enough to see very far though.

Bare Foot

It was evening when we reached the meadow.  It was a flat green area the stream ran through, and we were grateful for the break from looking for a path.  We walked across it, stopping to admire a beautiful blue flower growing on a relatively tall stalk.  After stopping for a moment, the ground gave way beneath us, and we found ourselves stuck up to our ankles in wet earth.  With some effort, our feet came out, but without our shoes or socks.  After fruitlessly trying to retrieve them, we made haste for what we hoped was more solid ground.

We decided to keep going down stream, but more carefully, because of our bare feet.  In some ways it was an opportunity because we could just walk in the water without getting our shoes wet, or having to take them off.  There were several points at which that was the only way forward.

Eventually, evening came and it was hard to see where we were going.  We found a large bed of moss which we decided to use as a bed.  We lay down a few feet from each other.

"Eric?" Danny asked.

I asked "What?"

He asked "Don't you think it's weird that the swamp got all our shoes at once?"

I answered "Yes."  The flower had been in the middle like bait too.

He suggested "What if the forest is taking all our clothes away, just a little at a time?"

That was a scary thought, but I had another idea.  "It could have been a swamp monster that eats rubber."

He answered "Yea, but even if you're right, what other kinds of monsters are out here?"

I told him "I don't know.  I really hope we find some people who can tell us about them soon."

He answered "Me too."

I thought about what we'd discussed.  I'd never have made up a rubber eating swamp monster in a thousand years.  If we were in a place that crazy, we were screwed if we didn't find help.  I realized that a forest bent on undressing us a little at a time was less scary.  My penis tickled at the thought of going naked, but what if someone found us after that?  It just couldn't happen.  After a time I wondered if the other people here went naked too.  Then it wouldn't be so bad.  I felt tickling in my penis again before I fell asleep.

I woke up slowly as the day brightened, and then much faster when I noticed Danny was gone.  I stood up and called out for him, and then called louder.  When I screamed at the top of my lungs, I finally heard a response, and I could barely hear him, though he was screaming too.  We slowly made our way to each other through a maze of trees and underbrush.  When we finally reached each other, he ran into my arms and held on to me.  We just about never hugged normally, but this was certainly an occasion for it.  We held each other for a long time.

Still in my arms, Danny commented "That was fun.  Lets never do that again."

I was happy with the idea of not doing it again, but "What should we do?  Hang on to each other when we sleep?"

He asked "Do you have any better ideas?"

I thought for a moment and answered "I guess not.  We can hang on when we sleep."  Holding him had started to seem more reasonable.  I liked having him in my arms right then.  Then I realized that part of it was that my penis was hard and tickly and it felt good to rub it against him a little.  That's why I suddenly struggled free of his embrace.

Now that I could look at him, I saw something that shocked me.  His hair was now shoulder length.  I exclaimed "Oh my god you're a girl!"

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are.  If I had a mirror, I could show you."

He seemed to have some doubts.  "OK.  Let me check."  He unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down to reveal his penis and balls.  It made my penis tickly to see it.  He concluded "I'm definitely still a boy."

I kind of knew that girls had different things on their crotches, though I'd only seen them in pictures, and not many pictures either.  I apologized "Sorry.  Till you took your pants down, you looked exactly like a girl."

He answered "So do you.  I bet even you can tell we need haircuts now."

I felt my hair, and it had grown way beyond reasonable.  For that matter, it had been getting into my eyes when I was looking for Danny, but I'd just brushed it out of my face and ignored it then.  When we found the stream, we found a pool of still water we could see our reflections in.  Our faces looked just like a pair of girls.

Danny commented "You're right.  We don't look like Eric and Danny.  We look like Erica and Dana."

We both laughed at that.

Soon, we found some strawberries and raspberries for breakfast.  While we ate, tiny plant grew a tall stalk, which then sprouted two yellow flowers.  When we plucked them, they came off easily like ripe fruit.  Danny stuck his flower in my hair, and I returned the favor, which made him look even more like a girl.  Then we continued down stream.

Losing Our Shirts

At about the middle of the day, we reached another point where we had to walk in the stream.  By now, the stream was about six feet across and in some places a couple feet deep.  Our way beside the stream was blocked by thick thorny underbrush.  It even overhung the stream a ways.

We stepped into the water.  The bottom was slippery with green stuff growing on the bottom, and was deep enough to get our jeans wet on the lower leggings.  We followed the stream, and found the thorny brush overhung the stream more as we went on.  We finally found a point where there was barely enough room for us to pass if we turned sideways.

Danny asked "Do you think we should try to get through that?"

I answered "I don't know.  I still think we should go down the stream, but maybe we should try to get around this instead of through it."

Then Danny reversed his opinion.  "I think it opens up a bit further on.  Let's go through."  He proceeded to do just that, and I had to follow him.

The way turned out to be even narrower than it looked, and soon thorns were caught all over our shirts, and scratching our jeans.  Trying to free our shirts somehow just got more thorns caught in them.  Finally, Danny gave up and pushed ahead with the sound of tearing cloth.  I did the same and soon my chest was bare.  I was scared to go through the even narrower path where Danny had lost his shirt without protection, but that turned out to not be a problem.  I felt the sharp points of the thorns slide across my skin, but lightly enough to not even scratch me.  Soon we were both in a relatively clear area.

Danny challenged "See?  The forest is undressing us."

I answered "That was Just underbrush.  We didn't have to go through it."

He answered "We still lost our shirts."

I followed him down the stream a bit, thinking of an answer.  I finally came up with "It's like that show.  Once is coincidence... No twice is coincidence I've forgotten what once is, but third is an enemy attack."

He suggested "So we're in an undressing forest if we lose our pants."

I answered "Yes."

We reached a point where the underbrush cleared enough for us to get out of the water, and for some time afterward, I tried to remember what word went with "once."  My wet jeans scraped my legs and took a long time to dry.

When it started getting dark, we found some tall grass that was surprisingly comfortable to lie in.  In a way, holding on to Danny was less comfortable.  We snuggled together with his back to my front, and I was acutely ware of how much bare skin on my chest was pressed against the bare skin of Danny's back, not to mention my arms were around him with my hands on his belly.  I'd never realized how wonderful skin felt.  Also my penis was hard and pressed against his butt.  Fortunately that wasn't bare skin against skin.  We talked, and worked out how to keep comfortable without letting go, and I tried to resist rubbing my dick against him, and at some point we fell asleep.

When we got up the next morning, our penises were both hard and our urine shot up onto the tree we'd chosen.  Our hair now came down to the middle of our backs.  We found a grove of cherry trees to provide our breakfast and continued down the stream.

Walking In Our Underpants

After a while, the stream got pretty large.  I decided it actually counted as a river.  Then we reached a point where another river both joined it and blocked our way.

I decided "I don't want to go in wet pants again."  I took my pants of and waded them up so they'd be easier to carry.

Danny did the same, but told me "It's still an enemy attack if we lose our pants."

I conceded "OK, but we have to be careful with our pants."

The water was calm enough that I figured we weren't taking much of a risk.  If we lost them, it would be something making it happen.  We waded into the water and while it got fairly deep, the water was moving slowly.  It was up to my armpits and up to Danny's neck when the wave struck us from behind.  We were tumbled head over heals by the wave for a scary moment before we finally struggled to the surface, swimming.

We were just fine.

Our pants were just gone.

We were floating down the river in our white underpants, and I knew that night I'd be feeling Danny's skin with my legs as well as my chest and arms.  The night afterward, I'd be feeling his skin with my penis, unless I found some way to stop it.

Eric swam close to me, and his leg brushed mine under water, which felt wonderful.  He asked me "Do you believe we're being undressed now?"

I answered "Yes."

After a time, we found a good place to get out of the river, and walked along the bank for a time.  We had nothing but our underwear left, and we were going to lose those the next day, and I couldn't think of anything to do about it, but I started feeling better.  It was strange, since at home I'd tended to stay miserable.  Out in this world, I kept getting happy again, though I also kept getting the tickling feeling in my penis.

The river was meandering through wide open green grass land, with the grass coming up to our chests.  Our bodies, which had been pale pink before, were light brown now.  Danny was beautiful.  I ran up and grabbed his shoulder and told him "Tag!  You're it!" and ran off ahead.  We played tag for a bit, and then mock wrestled till I was convince he liked the feel of my skin as much as I liked the feel of his.  Then we found a blueberry patch to eat from, at which point it started to get dark.

We slept in the grass again, and it was as wonderful and disturbing as I'd expected.  When I finally went to sleep, I dreamed Danny and I were able to talk to the plants telepathically and the plants taught us how to stick to them with our hands and feet so we could climb a giant flower.  We were supposed to collect the pollen to take to another flower, but when we climbed between the petals of the huge red flower, I tumbled in and woke up.

We peed on the grass, and our penises were hard again.  We managed to get arcs of urine above our heads as we peed.  Our hair was even longer now.  Danny's hair reached his lower back, and mine reached my butt.

As we walked toward the blueberry patch, I told Danny "I dreamed last night that we could talk telepathically with the plants."

Danny answered "It'd be nice if you could.  You could ask them why they're doing it to us."

I told him "The thing is I think maybe we can.  I think they're getting into our minds anyway."

He answered "Maybe this is just what happens when we're almost naked and touch each other this much."

I answered "I don't think so.  The way I never stay sad for long even when I have a good reason: it never worked that way at home."

After our breakfast, we tried communing with nature.  It came slowly, but fairly easily.  I picked up that we were being systematically undressed, which wasn't surprising.  I caught that once we lost our underwear, we would never wear clothes again.  I also caught that we were to give up our underwear freely, and the plants were willing to wait a long time for us to do so.  I felt the tickling in my penis as I contemplated choosing to be naked forever, and the plants noticed.  They approved of the feeling, and not just an "OK if you don't get caught" approval.  It was a "You should show it off to the world" approval.

Even sharing it with my little brother was a lot to ask, but the plants convinced me I should try.  I lost contact with the plants as I thought about it, trying to work up the nerve to try.  Danny beat me to it.  He told me "Eric, I want to touch you with my penis."

I managed to answer "I want to too."

We lay down and pulled our underwear down.  Danny's skin felt even better on my penis than it had on the rest of my body.  We held each other tightly, with our hands on each others butts to rub our penises against each other.  The pleasure in my penis got stronger and stronger, and then turned into a pulsing sensation, and I wondered if I was peeing on Danny, but I went on.  Finally, he stopped because he was tired.  I could have gone on, but I was kind of tired too.  We rolled on our backs, and I held his penis in my hand, and he took mine in one of his while we rested.  The plants were full of joy.

Soon, I felt Danny's penis grow hard again, so I started playing with it.  My own grew hard as well, and he returned the favor.  Soon, I reached a moments of pulsing pleasure again, and I think Danny did too.  It was a wonderful time touching each other only with our hands, and feeling the sun on our mostly naked bodies.

Danny commented "Dad would shit if he saw us like this."

I answered "He sure would."  I took my hand of my brothers penis and pulled my grass stained underwear up.  Danny reluctantly pulled his hand out and his underwear up.  I wondered if he would be more angry about the way we'd touched each other or about our losing our clothes.  I added "I wonder where he is."  I contemplated what might be happening back home till the plants told me we would never see our home again.

Danny asked "Should we just leave our underpants here?"

I was tempted, but I'd picked up some things from the plants.  I answered "No.  It means something big when we do.  It's like we become something else when we do it.  I think we should find out what first."

He answered "You're right.  I don't want to turn into a tree when I take them off."  Becoming a tree seemed quite plausible.  I knew we'd be joining the plants somehow.

We continued down the stream, passing through groves of trees and patches of bushes.  The plants told us which fruits and berries were edible (all of them), and which plants wanted to drink our pee and root in our poop (many of them), but remained cryptic on what would happen to us when we surrendered the last of our clothing.  We succumbed to our skin's needs again, and wore our underwear on our shoulders so our legs and penises would be free.  It felt so good we almost threw away our underwear then.  Only the thought of putting down roots stopped us.

Naked

When evening came, we reached a giant flower right on the ground.  The tips of the petals actually touched the ground, so we could just walk on them to the center of the flower, which was covered with fluffy cottony stuff that was full of yellow powder that stuck to our skin.  The flower was overjoyed to feel us on its center.  The sensation it shared was like the feel of Danny's skin on my penis.  We were happy to give it joy by rolling around in the soft stuff till we were completely yellow, except for our grass stained underpants.

When we stopped to rest, we felt the flower slowly rocking.  When we crawled to the edge and looked between two petals, we saw the ground far below us.  The flower wanted us to stay there for the night, and then take its pollen to other flowers.  It also wanted us to give up our underwear that night, and become plants ourselves.

I commented "I don't think we could take the pollen anywhere if we put down roots."

Danny concured "Besides, there's no place to put roots down here."

The flower assured me that the change would be completed right here, instead of remaining ready till we touched soil.

I took off my underwear, but held on to them.  I saw Danny do the same.  I asked "Are you sure?  We're never going to wear clothes again if we do."

He answered "I am if we stay together."  He came close to me, and we held each other with our free hands, and dangled our underwear to one side with our other hands.  I felt my hard penis pressed against his lower belly and his against my upper thigh.  I also felt a powerful anticipation from the plants.

We counted to three and let go.  A gust of wind blew them away and we felt a great joy from all the plants, and felt them celebrating.  When we walked hand in hand to the edge of the flower, we saw the greenery below us turn into a riot of colors as all the plants grew flowers.  Then the plants pushed some of their joy into us, and I needed to feel Danny's skin more than I ever had before.  After a wonderful eternity with him, I was satisfied and exhausted, and I fell asleep easily.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt something wrapped around my penis.  I got up and looked.  A sandpapery red stalk came up from the flower and wraped around my penis to cover the white ring around it.  I'd be able to move in a three foot circle if I stood up.

Danny got up and found he was similarly tethered.  He cried "Hey!  I thought we weren't going to put down roots."

I answered "I don't think we are.  The flower wants us to spread its pollen.  Remember?"

My brother answered "Yes, but this is scary.  How do we get away?"

I told him "I think we have to ask the flower."  It occured to me that it was really strange that our penises had remained rock hard all this time, even though we were terrified.

We sat down facing each other and holding hands to make a little circle.  It was hard to let go of my fear to listen to the plants, and hunger, thirst, and a need to pee got in the way too.  Still, I finally managed to connect, and slowly understood what was going on.  Our flowers had been damaged.  When we pulled the red rings free of them, they'd be injured again, but would grow back the way they should have been.

I opened my eyes, wondering how the plants thought of our penises as flowers.  They seemed to have nothing in common, except maybe the pleasue we felt with them.  I felt how important flowers were to plants, and knew that our flowers being damaged was a really big deal to them.  Danny raised his head and asked "Flowers?," and I knew he'd learned the same thing.

Danny grabbed his still hard penis with one hand and the red stalk attatched to it with the other, and screamed "Ow!" as he seperated them.  Blood ran down the shaft of his penis.  All the white skin had been scraped off.  I took hold of my penis and tried to pull the stalk off.  It hurt horibly, but the stalk didn't come free.  Danny told me "You have to pull harder."  I managed to take a firmer grip on the stalk and pull with all my strength.  I cried out and shed tears from the pain, but the stalk came free.

Our penises didn't bleed for long, and when they stopped bleeding, they went soft again.  The flower had us roll in its pollen again, and then bent over to the ground.  We slid down a petal to the ground and soon relieved ourselves and ate and drank.  When we were done, our penises had changed.  They now came to soft points when they were soft, and had a fold of skin aound the tip when they were hard.  Danny described it as "Our flowers have one petal each now."  Another change I noticed was that the pollen had soaked into our skin and hair, so that they were their normal brown and black again.

As we walked along the river some more, we learned more about flowers, both the plant's flowers and our own.  The flowers we'd stuck in our hair and mostly forgotten about wanted to be planted, which we did.  They were girl flowers and they made seeds as we watched.  We learned that boy flowers made pollen, and girl flowers made seeds, and that a lot of flowers were both at once.  We learned that the plants perceived our balls as part of our flowers, and that the folds of skin around our penises could be thought of as petals, but our flowers were so different from plant flowers that there was no corespondence between their parts.  We also weren't sure what made our flowers boy flowers, since they didn't make any pollen.

The smaller flowers we passed certainly enjoyed it when we distributed their pollen, but they normally let insects do it instead of children.  It was the giant flowers that wanted children to carry pollen, and that was for some sort of magic as well as making seeds.  The plants always enjoyed it when we played with each other's flowers.  Even though they didn't make pollen, they apperantly made lots of magic.  We settled into being plant boys and kept going down stream in hopes of meeting other plant children.  We noticed that the plants wanted us to meet other children too.

The Mummer's Dance

It was near evening when we heard the music.  It was comming from away from the river, but we followed it toward its source.  There were gentle tones, quiet drums, and a woman singing in a strange language.  We saw a girl aproaching the music as well, but it seemed wrong to call out to her with the music playing.  We heard it from the far side of a tree.  There was a twin tree a ways further, but that didn't seem important till we went around the first one.  We found that the pair of trees was some kind of magical gate, because between the trees was a clearing covered with clover and filled with people.  Except for the girl, who rapidly disapeared in the crowd, everyone in the crowd was dressed from head to toe, showing not a single square inch of skin.

The only reason we continued was because the plants assured us it was supposed to be that way, and that we could trust these people.  When we reached the crowd, the people took hold of our shoulders to guide us, but they tried to seperate us.  For a moment we resisted, but then the plants promised us we'd be together again when it was done.  I was soon the only naked person among people who showed nothing of their bodies.  I kept listening to the plants, because they provided the only sense I could make of this event.

Their clothes were mostly a dull green with other colors painted on in flower patterns, but their face covering was much more brightly colored.  I noticed that their feet were covered with socks, not shoes.  Also, while the adults wore masks and hoods to cover their faces, many of the children, and all of the smaller children wore bags over their heads.  I also noticed that there were babies secured to the backs of some of the adults.  The babies were completely covered like everyone else, and that the bags over their heads didn't always have eye holes.  I hoped that didn't mean that something too scary for babies to see was about to happen.

The song ended, and a different one began.  Everyone knelt to pull off their socks.  As they did so, I looked around and saw many naked children among them.  I tried to find my brother, but the now bare foot people began their dance again, and I was led from partner to partner.  When the next song began, they took their gloves off and tossed them to the ground.  Their bare skin felt much better than their gloves guiding me, and my penis grew hard.  I hoped they'd take more clothes off.

As it happened, they did.  When the next song began, they tore their shirts off revealing brightly colored undershirts, which were tank toped and short enough to show people's bellys.  I wondered if they were saving their masks for last, till the plants told me that it would be a major event if they did.  They'd be offering themselves to the plants completely if they did.  On the next song, the pants came off, revealing colorful underwear as well as legs.  I liked the legs of a child my size, who danced with me for a few moments.  I noticed that nobody was undressing the babies on the mother's backs.  I wondered how that would be handled.  On the next song, the undershirts were removed, revealing chests, and in the case of the women, breasts.  Then there was a final song to the dance which left them clothed only in their masks and head bags.  By now, the sun had gone down, and it was completely night, though some light came from flowers on the trees around us, and more from glowing ribons hung on the trees.

Once that song ended, we moved further into the world of the maked people to the sound of some drum beats.  I noticed that the women with babies weren't going with us,  I looked back when I could, and saw them undressing the babies, and several baby faces were revealed.  They were letting the plants take care of the babies tonight, and the plants were going to do it well.  They'd never lost a baby yet.

After a time, the mothers joined us and we went to a field.  The dance began again, but with more touching.  Every boy and man's penis was hard, and when I touched a woman or girls flower, it was always wet.  (I didn't know any word for that body part, so I just called them flowers.)  I noticed that all the boys and mens' penises had the one petal each.  I danced with the girl with nice legs again.  I liked her whol body, but wondered why she stood out.  It wasn't like anyone here was ugly, or didn't feel wonderful to touch.  She rubbed her flower against the base of my penis and I felt the pulsing joy again.  I think I heard her gasp when it happened.

When the song ended, it stopped being a dance.  The man I'd been partnered with held me close for a moment, runing his hands down my back, as I ran my hands up his.  Then he guided my head till my lips were pressed against the tip of his penis, which was a little bit wet, like the girl's flowers.  If I hadn't let the plants deep within me to tell me to trust these people completely, I'd have pulled away.  Instead, I took the hint and opened my mouth, letting his penis in.  Even though I didn't know his language, he was able to guid me to keep my teeth away from his penis.  I played with it with my tongue and mouth till he started squirting pollen in.  (While the plants identified it as pollen right off, it was a slimy liquid that didn't taste good.)  He stroked me under my chin, and I swallowed it.  I kept the plants as deep in my spirit as I could, because otherwise I'd be throwing up from the grossness.

When he pulled out of my mouth, he kept a hold of me and knelt, kissing my cheeks through an openning in his mask, and then kissing me on my lips.  He probed my lips and stuck his tongue in my mouth briefly, and then he went on to kissing my neck, my chest, my belly, and then my loins.  He followed through by kissing his way up the length of my penis before taking it in his mouth.  He ran his hands up my body and down my legs as he sucked on my penis.  He kept me at a pont of burning pleasure for a long time before bringing me to the pulsing pleasure and easing of my desire.  Soon afterward he released me.

Then someone embraced me from behind, running his hands down my front.  I leaned back, enjoying his touch, and he knelt and pressed his penis against my anus.  Again, I trusted the plants and opened it for him.  It felt like trying to poop, but it let his penis in, instead of poop out.  Also, his penis was much bigger than any of my poop had been, and it hurt.  I accepted the plants guidence and let him in further, tears comming from my eyes from the pain.  Then his hands, which had been exploring my front, reached my penis, and the feel of bare skin on my penis made it much more bearable.  I actually started helping him get his penis in further.  Soon, I felt the pulsing pleasure in my penis, and then the man squired pollen inside of me.  Then he pulled out and let me go.

The pain in my anus faded quickly, but pushing my limits caught up with me.  I felt so tired that my penis went limp, and I looked around for a place to lie down.  It was also late enough that I'd normally have been asleep anyway.  I couldn't find a place to sleep, but I did see several examples of the things I'd done, which was comforting.  I got the idea from the plants that it could be bad if I didn't recover soon, but they didn't seem worried.

A woman strode up to me and took my by a shoulder, and guided me toward an edge of the field.  I reached up to see if her breasts were as soft as they looked.  They were.  When we reached the edge, I saw a pile of gourds with stoppers stuck in them.  She picked one up, and pulled the stopper out.  It looked like the gourd was full of sun shine.  She held it in front of my face, and I took the hint and drank from it.  The liquid inside tasted like rich blueberry juice, so I took a good long drink from it.  Though the juice was warm and sweet, I felt refreshed.  A moment later, I felt full of energy and my penis was hard and tickly again.  The woman took the gourd back, turned me around by my sholder, and pushed me back in the direction of the field we were celebrating in.  I went, looking for someone to touch.

I didn't have to look far.  The girl who was special somehow grabed me in a bear hug.  Then, taking hold of my butt, she got our flowers fit together.  We explored each other with our hands while we rubbed our flowers together.  The pulsing pleasure came to my penis several times, but without any easing of my desire to rub it inside of her.  Her flower sometimes squeezed my penis hard, and seemed to suck on it.  Then she pushed me away, though I wasn't nearly done with her.  I held on to her, but she pushed harder, and I fell on my butt.  Looking up at her, I saw her stagger a step back, and realized that she was worn out.  I hoped that she wanted to do more when she was rested, because I sure did.

A boy waved his penis in my face, and I took it in my mouth as I explored his body with my hands.  When he'd had enough of my mouth, I got up and started rubbing my penis on him, and he offered his anus for it.  I rubbed my penis inside him till I got the pulsing pleasure again and felt satisfied with my experience with him as I hadn't with the girl.  When I pulled my penis out, it was smeared with poop, but it sparkled and disapeared a moment later.

Soon a song started that signaled people to adjourn to another field, where we danced with lots of touching, and then went entirely to touching again.  A woman with a fat lower belly taught me how to stick my tongue in her flower, and then had me stick my penis in.  I was passed around to a number of people, including the special girl again, and once again, the girl got too tired to go on before I felt finished with her.  Toward the end of our time on that field, I felt tired and went for a drink.  The tree with the drinks was near a huge thorny hedge, and I wondered if I could go through it without a scratch on me like I had with the underbrush that took my shirt.  When I'd refreshed myself, I knew that I could, but that there were things on the other side that would hurt me.

The celebration passed from field to field, and I was passed around to all kinds of people, but I met the special girl in every field, and every time I had to leave her wanting more.  After several fields, the sun came up again, and the party continued.  Finally, we ended up near the clover field again and I let a woman hold me and my brother where we could see into the field.  There were a number of older children there as well as babies, all completely naked.  I saw a couple holding babies so the baby mouths were pressed over one of the older child's nipples, and wondered what that was about.  When the mothers went into the field, the older children surrendered the babies and then left between the two gateway trees.  I knew the most important part of the celebration was to come, and I wondered why I was hearing so much weeping among the conversation behind me.

Flower Angels

Another song started, and the woman holding us, guided us into the clover field.  All the plant children were similarly guided, mostly individually, but there were some pairs guided by the same grownup.  We were taken to the other side of the field to stand in a line in front of the gate, and turned to face the crowd of people we had left.  A press down on my shoulder told me I was to stay where I was, so I did.

Amid hugging and weeping, children started emerging from the crowd.  They were all naked except for the bags over their heads.  The special girl emerged, and I wanted to have one more time with her before I had to leave.  I noticed she looked scared, and I wanted to comfort her.  It looked like one of their children came out for each of us plant children.  I noticed that the special girl came out with a smaller girl, who looked a lot like her.  The special girl came to stand before me, and her companion before my brother.

There was another song, and when a woman completed the last words, I saw the girl reach up to her neck and work on the knot.  I knew then that this wasn't going to be a last touching.  She was comming with me instead.  It was no wonder she was scared.  The knot wasn't designed to come undone easily, but she soon finished it and the bag off her head, revealing a beautiful teary face and long golden braids.  The bag was on the ground, and she was naked.

I was still comuning with the plants, but I think even if I wasn't, that I'd have got their next instruction.  I wasn't just to touch the girl, I was to comune with her, like I'd been doing with the plants.  Then she lay down before me, and it occured to me that there'd been no lying down when we'd touched in the fields.  Everyone had kept their face masks and bags well away from the dirt.  On the ground, she spread her legs in a way that opened her flower.

I knew what to do about that.  I lay down on top of her and stuck my penis inside her.  I kissed her on one of her cheeks to try to comfort her, as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.  I opened myself to her as I began wriggling on her to feel her wonderful skin.  As the pleasure built, I began feeling her sensations, soft clover on my back, penis inside me, and boy on top of me, with my arms and legs around him.  It was wonderful.  We moved against each other till a shared orgasm took us.  I was ready to make love to her again, but that insatiable need for her had finally been satisfied.  I felt at peace as I lay panting on top of her.

Then it hit me that I'd thought the word "orgasm."  I had a word for the pulsing pleasue, and I realized I'd learned an entirely new language.  It was one that included everything Danny and I had been through.  I asked her in my new language "Did you know there's no word for 'orgasm' in my language?"

She answered with another question "How can a language not have a word for orgasm?"

Danny answered "By not allowing us to talk about our flowers much less touch them."

My lover started chanting "Penis!  Penis!  Penis!" in English, and Danny's lover joined in, and then Danny and I did the same.  We broke off as it turned into making love again, and we got the giggles while panting with the exertion afterward.  In the girl's language, you could talk about your penis at the dinner table when company was over, and no one would mind.  I wondered if you could play with your penis at the dinner table when company was over.

I was tired at this point, and I realized I was also hungry.  I rolled off of my lover and suggested "Let's go find something to eat."

But my lover answered "Why would you need to find something.  I thought we could just make it."

I answered "Make it?  How?"

Danny's lover answered "Suck on each other's nipples!" as she began wrestling with Danny for access.

My lover told me "That's not the only way, but I do want to try that."

I answered "OK, feel free."

She planted her lips over one of my nipples and sucked.  I vaguely sensed something flowing into her mough, and she swallowed something at a pretty good rate.  Then she took a breath and switched to my other nipple and continued.  As she did so, I thought about her language more and realized that the word for me was "Sunflower."  This seemed strange for a moment, but then I realized "You'r name's Sunflower."

She stopped drinking long enough to tell me "You know, I really expected you to be teaching me, not the other way around, Eric."

I answered "I'm sorry about that."

She reached up and stroked my cheek to tell me I was forgiven as she finished her meal.  Once she was done, she sat up and told me "Now your turn."

I bent over to suck on a nipple, and found warm milk flowing into my mouth.  It was different, and sweeter than the milk I was familiar with, but I liked it.  I did as she did, switching nipples when I had to take a breath.  Soon I was full and pulled back to look her in the eyes.  She asked "How did you get to be flower angels without learning how to be flower angels?"

Danny and I told them our story about how we'd got lost in the woods and gradually lost our clothing and then followed the music to their dance.

By then, we'd got hungry again and I said so, asking to suck Sunflower's nipples again, but Sunflower told me "It doesn't quite work that way.  You have to make love to power your magic.  Also, I want to see if we really can make plants grow whatever fruits we want."

Danny exclaimed "Really?  That'd be sweet!"

Daffodil (Sunflower's sister) suggested "How bout I do it with Eric this time, and you two get to know each other."

I think I'd made love to Daffodil at the party, but I wasn't sure.  This was still the first time I'd tried to comune with her, and it worked wonderfully.  I lay down and let her mount me.  Her vagina was only a little tighter than Sunflower's, and as I ran my hands along her back, I opened to her, and was soon feeling the pleasure of her clitoris as well as my penis.  Once I came down from the pleasure of our shared orgasm, I savored the "My name is Daffodil" feeling till she climbed off me.

Daffodil announced she was making enough for all of us, but I wanted to try out my powers and grew some cherries.  Sunflower made some raspberrys, and then Dafodil's watermelon was ripe.  We didn't have a knife, but it broke open easily and we made a mess eating it.  Then Danny's fruit ripened, and it turned out to be a peperoni pizza.  Danny and I got our selves messy eating pizza right away, but the girls took some time to get used to its taste, but they too ended up with tomato sauce and grease on their hands and faces.  Then the girls showed us that all we had to do to clean ourselves was to roll around on the clover.

Danny asked "How come you know so much about flower angels?"

Sunflower and Daffodil explained what had happened.

A long time ago, there was a drought, and at the same time a plague that left people screaming for days before they died.  There was a lot of praying to various gods for relief, but Mergan, priest of the tree goddess Kaidia was the one who got results.  He knelt in front of a sacred tree, intending to pray for days that the trees bear fruit as best they could given the lack of rain.  To his surprise, it was only a few hours later that he heard a voice call from the branches.  Looking up, he saw a naked girl sitting on one of the branches, who beckoned him up.  Seeing that she was naked, he felt it polite to leave his own clothes at the bottom of the tree before he climbed up.

He'd believed that sex with the goddess was blasphemous, but when she ran her hands down his body, his penis betrayed him and grew hard.  Instead of striking him down, however, the girl pulled his hands away from hiding his flower, and then mounted him.  Not knowing what to expect, he opened himself to whatever possibility the goddess offered him, so they learned each others languages when they came.

Talking with her, he learned that she wasn't the goddess, but was a powerful flower angel, and could arrange life to be much better for the people in his village.  They would need to renounce clothing, practice sex between everyone, including children, and cultivate plants as much as they would grow.  Flower angels would then walk among them, healing through their sexual magic, keeping the world warm, and giving plants magical vitality.  Their magic would spread till no one in the world need go hungry or fall ill, and when there were too many children to fit, the extra children would become flower angels and go to the eternal forest.

Mergan found the plan partly unworkable, and partly frightening.  It sounded like the flower angels wanted to take over the world to him, and even if this were a good thing, he felt unworthy to make such a decision.  Also, while he might convince his own people to renounce clothing and embrace sex, he feared that other villages would soon wipe out any people who did so.  He also didn't like the idea that children could be taken at any time, and the girl confirmed that that was exactly the way it would work.

They negotiated a compromise.  Every spring, they would perform a ritual that would call the flower angel's magic to their world, and offer their excess children.  They would always lose at least one child in the ritual, because at least one flower angel had to come and spread his blessings.  They didn't need to renounce clothing completely, but they did have to practice universal sex to keep the magic alive throughout the year.  In return, plants would grow in abundance during most of the year, a wall of thorns would grow to protect them from enemies, and disease would be banished from the town.  Some flower angels would come at times, but through a gate made for them.  They would remain in contact with some kind of living plant while they visited, and they wouldn't come near anyone wearing clothing, but they would provide extra magic to the town.

Mergan's people were shocked by what was asked of them, but the field of clover convinced them that the flower angels could really help.  Once their sick were taken to the clover field and striped naked, the girl was able to cure them by making love to them.  Enough people agreed to terms of their rescue, that the few dissenters were convinced to leave the town and seek fortunes elsewhere.  They gathered an army to strike back, but when the army arrived, the wall of thorns blocked their way.  For many years afterward, they lost one child every year, usually an orphan.  Then when the population had recovered they lost more.  Now there are as many people living there as the eternal forest thinks should live there, so only enough children are allowed to grow up as are needed to replace the adults.

By then I was hungry again, and Sunflower wanted to try a four way sharing.  At her instructions, I had my tongue in Daffodil's flower and Danny's mouth holding mine, with Sunflower opposite me, and we tried to achieve a four way shared orgasm.  It worked.

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