Blooming Into You
I walked within a field of sunflowers, admiring them as I often did. The giant field a few miles outside of town was one I often visited, sort of a sanctuary for me. Here, I felt removed from the hustle and bustle of my weekly grind, basking in the flower's fragrances and at times falling asleep on the soft soil beneath their swaying blankets of shade. Today I decided to wander deep into the massive field, further than I ever had before.
Then, I saw her.
A mysterious, green haired woman with a parasol walked up to me. She wore a plaid skirt and a waistcoat of similar color and pattern over a plain white shirt. A red eye peering from under the bangs of her wavy, shoulder length green hair gave me a puzzled, slightly worried look. Once upon me, she said nothing.
“Ah, um... good day, miss. Didn't expect to see anyone else around here.”
I hadn’t expected someone else to be this far out and admittedly was feeling awkward from it.
She didn’t respond to me, her gaze looking towards the flowers I was just hovering near. She approached them with a faint smile, gently touching the petals. She then finally spoke while facing away from me as if I was of little concern.
“And who might you be?”
She turned her gaze to a sunflower that was frail and dying, her eyelids resting heavy. She went silent, seemingly awaiting my answer.
“J-Just another lover of nature, heh. Truly beautiful, aren’t they?”
She turned her attention back to the wilted flower. I couldn’t help but follow suit, giving a somber look. It then remained quiet for a while, until I broke the silence.
“It’s a shame, isn’t it? All these flowers, fated to wilt and fall apart one day. New ones will come, of course, but it’ll never quite feel like the same. Silly as that sounds. This particular field right here, it’s meant the world to me the last few years.”
Quiet again. I cleared my throat, it dawning on me that we hadn’t even introduced ourselves.
“My name’s Val. I… take it you live near here?”
Upon hearing of our shared admiration, a charming smile, far more expressive than anything she had shown up to this point, crossed her face. She rose to her feet, giving her parasol above her head an ever slight twirl as she came to face me.
“Yuuka. Yuuka Kazami.”
Her voice was soothing, with a nostalgic twinge. I guess a motherly tone would best describe its effect on me. She held her smile as she walked by, saying no more, but giving a slight directional nudge with her head as a signal for me to follow. I joined her in her walk, returning my own smile.
“I don’t come across those with a respect for nature often.” She told me. “At first, I thought you may be a trespasser with the intent to hurt my flowers. I’m glad to see I was mistaken.”
She then chuckled, “I won’t have to kill you!”
A shaky smile formed on my lips as my eyes blinked quickly. I was caught off guard, the line being delivered with child-like jubilation. Surely it had to be a joke. Though, after a second thought, it didn't seem all that odd. Yuuka's behavior struck me as someone who was unfailingly honest. With her striking green hair, whimsical, yet calm mannerisms, and apparent familiarity with the place, it seemed like she was truly in her element here. Someone who found her true calling here, perhaps? In solitude, surrounded by flowers... I could see it.
Nevertheless, I followed along, partaking in this little journey of ours. I knew not where she'd lead me, but I felt no unease from her presence.
The walk was pleasant and often silent. I tried making chatter, but more times than not, unless it was about flowers or nature directly, Yuuka responded with only a polite, yet disinterested nod. I had the sense she knew a lot about flowers—it was admirable really. I began asking questions, wanting to know more, and she was excited to share her extensive knowledge. Soon we were laughing in tandem and sharing glances at each other. Sparks were flying you could say, but her face gave off more an air of fascination than attraction, like she'd found a like-minded individual whom she never expected to find. God, it felt like I was falling for her.
Eventually, we both arrived at a cottage, and Yuuka closed her parasol, leaning it against the front door. As I had suspected, it seemed this was her cottage. She opened the door and beckoned me in with a look. I couldn't help but feel nervous. I was pleasantly surprised by the simple dwelling. It was mostly the essentials of a kitchen, dining room, fireplace, a few places to lounge, and a bed in a separate room. There was minimal décor, but it all revolved around nature, much of it expectedly sunflowers.
Turning towards me, she asked, “What brings you here?” Her mouth quivered a bit and eyes sparkled, as if anxious for what I might say. Could she really find me that interesting?
“I... well, I'd heard of this field before, of how wonderful it can look in the summer. Now that I've taken the time to truly see it for myself... no words could do it justice!”
Though I'd grown up in a big city, it was always around the edges—close enough to less tamed lands for me to explore from time to time. Some weeks, like this one, I felt a deep nostalgia, a yearning to go back to it. Just staring at Yuuka brought out that same nostalgia.
“I'm sure this is all very important to you. Something more than a mere hobby. You seem truly happy, like this is what you've wanted all your life. Am I... misjudging you, or…”
Yuuka cutely shook her head.
“Not at all. I'm glad you understand. I never expected a human to hold such a similar love for nature as myself.”
Did she just refer to me as a human? Odd. Before I could even puzzle it more she moved towards the kitchen and began brewing some tea. She seemed a bit more distraught now, lost in thought. I tried to approach her, but was unsure how. I then heard her mumble to herself.
“Whatever should I do? Nothing like this has happened before. He smells so weak~, like a lowly human and yet…”
Towards the bizarre end of her comments I sat down at a table after kicking off my shoes. This was all getting stranger and stranger the more I thought about it. A woman with green hair of all things, clearly in love with nature, now referring to me as a human as if she wasn't. While I wanted to stay realistic, this did have a very mystical air to it. The way she seemed so in tune with nature made me think of a nature sprite, perhaps? Something along those lines—spirits of the flora and all. Myths and folktales with them often possessed a very obvious moral, respecting nature.
I watched Yuuka prep the tea, her back turned. She worked methodically, using some of what was likely her own gathered herbs and ingredients. For a brief moment, I could've sworn I saw a bright flash around where she was making the tea, but it was obstructed by her body. Things were only getting weirder, yet I remained, entranced by her beauty and in awe of her lifestyle. I guess I was as fascinated by her as she was by me.
Once she turned around though, her expression had become more worrisome. I sensed no hostility, and yet she wore a loosely threatening smirk as she proceeded to hand me my tea. She took a seat opposite of me with her own cup, her frightening expression not fading. With this smile of hers, I noticed how unreasonably sharp her canines were, almost beastial.
I stiffened up, not wanting to make any sudden moves. A slight, disgruntled nod from Yuuka told me I should do so though. She gestured towards the tea, even took a sip herself. I guessed the polite thing to do for now would be to take a sip. Thankfully the tea that touched my lips was immediately intoxicating. It radiated with the flavor of fresh, well tended ingredients, and made my belly feel cozy warm. A brew that was truly pulled from the heart of the soil itself! It begged to be devoured! But I knew better. It wouldn't be hospitable to guzzle down this lovingly crafted brew like a parched animal. Against my urges I partook slowly, carefully keeping an eye on Yuuka who was carefully keeping an eye on me.
“It's strange,” she said. “Whenever I look at you I... can't help but put a certain image upon you.”
She brought her hands to her cheeks and rested on her elbows, staring longingly at me. There was still that fascination lingering, but now there was something new that had budded up within her expressions. It was an odd, exciting feeling, the way her attention was all over me. My heart heavy, was thumping in my chest. I continued to slowly sip the mellow, tender drink as I returned her attention, stopping between sips for just a moment.
“What kind of image is it?”
I couldn't quite grasp what she was trying to imply, and despite my inner elation, there was definitely a slight feeling of something being a little off with all this.
The more tea I drank, the more odd I began to feel. Pleasant as it was, I felt flustered and hot, the heat in my belly expanding out to all my extremities. Yuuka seemed to notice, and gave me another wicked looking smirk.
“Ah, that's it. It is my image that I put on you~.”
I thought I understood then. She saw me as a kindred spirit, someone to accompany her, perhaps? I wasn’t given much time to think before she rose from her seat and gently glided around the table, dragging her sensual fingertips across the wood as she did. Until she reached me, and put those same fingers onto my cheeks, coming very close to my face with her own. I was torn between fleeing and hearing what she had in mind. I eventually decided on backing away from the table.
She was quick to give chase, backing me into a nearby bedroom. I couldn't help but be led by her, my vision fluttering, body feeling weak, and her guiding touch so... welcoming.
She walked me towards the bed and spoke.
“When I look at you, it reminds me of myself.”
She then disappeared from my sight, the ceiling all I could see. But I felt her, frisking around my body, removing my clothing. Once she was finished, she began to strip herself as well, evident by the sounds of even more clothing being tossed to the floor, followed by the feeling of bare flesh mounting on my thighs. I never asked for it, but some part of me felt it was a natural segue from how everything had gone so far. It seemed that if Yuuka wanted something, she'd have it done no matter what—a will I had no power against.
“What are you... doing to me...?”
She mounted me, not bothering to even answer my feeble question. She locked with my fingers for a bit, feeling them out until she was comfortable. Then she began to rub, back and forth with her ass against my cock. Whatever had been in that tea was exciting me, every nerve dancing as tremors of heat rolled across the surface of my body. It felt as comforting as whenever I’d relax under the summer sun, but the blanket of warmth was far more intense. Soon enough, my dick was full mast, and Yuuka turned to look at it. She gave it an inquisitive stare, as if what she was seeing was brand new. She then continued to tease.
“As a human you enjoy this, no? I do wish for you to feel good for what is to come~."
She suddenly began to rub the lips of her pussy around the head of my dick, dipping slightly with each motion as I was gently plunged into her intoxicating abyss. With it, I felt myself getting a little weaker with each passing moment. The unending teasing of my manhood was enjoyable like she said, yes, but the constant flood of pleasure had made my muscles unable to properly act. Without the strength to accomplish anything, all I could do was continue to take deep, heavy breaths and barely squeeze what few words I could out.
“Nnngh... I-It does feel... pretty... good…”
We both fell into a rhythm, mostly dictated by her, and I rode it for what felt like hours despite it only being a few minutes. My body was building up towards release, yet constantly shying away at the last moment. Each time it happened, it brought a chuckle out of Yuuka, who began to grip my hands tighter. Concerningly, the tips of my digits felt like they were on fire, melding with Yuuka's until they felt contained within her grasp. It was a blissful magma that I continued sinking deeper into, it traveling up through my hands, to my arms, and then elbows.
This didn't feel right!
I turned my head just enough to see what was the matter and shrieked. Both of my arms were now inside of Yuuka's! No, more like they had been devoured. Both limbs were connected to hers like some sort of finger trap toy. I could feel a lingering essence of my now phantom limbs, but the sensation of them seemed pushed aside, predicated off her movements. It was a confusing, terrifying sensation. No longer was I in control as she pushed down even more, a similar process happening to my legs now. Soon enough, and I could no longer feel my toes. Yet I could feel hers, wriggling in excitement as mine passed between them and into her feet.
How could I even properly describe such a feeling? It was like my arms bent in a completely different direction from where it began to meld into hers, the upper arm still clearly mine and in control--as much as I could muster--but everything below it hers to control. And since the same had happened to my legs, I had lost any chance of escaping. I was practically glued to her!
“What the... Y-Yuuka, what is... this...?”
I should've been more scared for my life. I was, a little, but definitely not enough, leaning more towards a mixture of panicked curiosity and... arousal?
Yuuka adjusted herself and I felt both my thighs fall into hers, the pleasant, melting sensation pouring over even more of me. I felt amorphous from the hips down, my form swirling within the miasma that was her insides, a void constantly sucking me in. It was unlike any pleasure I had felt before, my dick cumming profusely inside Yuuka as if it needed to empty itself completely before it too was consumed. She seemed happy to receive it.
“I don't care if you are human, ahn~! I want you inside me. A part of me!”
A maniac smile released a trill of moans as Yuuka smashed her hips and ass into me harder, my own hips turning into a sludge that merged with each thud into her ass cheeks. My dick was next, disappearing into her conjoining waist. I could feel her arms digging within my back, lifting me closer as she pressed forward, her sizeable chest squishing delightfully against my flat one, our nipples kissing each other before combining into one at the tips.
Part of me still tried to deny what it felt, but I had mostly accepted it; here I was, being absorbed into the matter of a woman perhaps more than mortal, melting into her with the apparent intent of making me more like her. If we were one and the same, that would indeed count... but the concept was rather disturbing.
“Yuuka, I... I can't move! Please, I, ahhhn... I'm scared!”
Despite the absolutely terrifying prospect, I continued to moan. The feeling of slowly becoming one with her sent shivers through the handful of nerves that were still mine, independence toyed with and slowly enthralled by this lady, this... mistress.
I felt a twinge of happiness noticing she was enjoying it as well, her face flushed and panting erotically. She then pressed her forehead against mine while melding further against my chest, my pectorals feeling alien as they mixed with the mass that was her large, comforting breasts. Given more thought, what we were both engaged in by this point could hardly count as sex. My dick was long gone, and Yuuka was hardly thrusting as much as wriggling and grinding in order to envelope my body with hers.
“Ssssh, don't be scared my dear~. In but a few moments, you will become a mist of atoms mingling with my own.”
Her breasts pushed harder, her shoulders meeting mine and starting to merge. Her statement only sounded worse, to be honest—practically turned into a fine dust scattered within her…
“I-Isn't that, wonderfuulll OOOH!?~”
My torso entered hers with a loud schlop, her breasts devouring my upper body, leaving my neck protruding through the cleavage. I was now nothing more than a head and bit of backside. I could hardly rotate my gaze, eyes now locked onto the face of this mystifying woman, locked into her terrifyingly stern, yet passionate eyes. All I could do was murmur.
“Nnnnh... oh god…”
I felt short of breath, vital organs entirely consumed as what little remained of me was feeding off of her. I needed her in this state, and soon I would be made fully part of her. Her gaze carried an obsession upon it, the unshakable will for us to be as one. I sighed, perhaps for the very last time, and let it happen, ready to plunge into whatever would happen next.
Yuuka delivered what could be considered a welcoming gift to me, kissing me on the lips to start the final process. Mouth first we began to merge, our saliva, our moist flesh of the mouth, all of it swirling together into one. It was as if the kiss itself was sucking me in, my cheeks coming next, then nose, Yuuka's eyes drawing closer and closer the more I fell into her face. My moans began to fade, or more so flow into the ones she produced, my voice now hers and guided by it.
Our foreheads then began to fuse, and I felt a tingle within my brain. There was a jumbling of voices, hers spilling in and drowning out my own thoughts slowly but surely. I could no longer breathe, my mouth and cheeks flaccid and fused, my steamy breath cycling back and forth with hers until they settled into the same current, our throats now one. Every moan she made, I could feel my cheeks moving in tandem with hers. I felt the lobes of our ears tickling each other, and then merge. Her eyes were so close now and all I could see. Her voice in my head, her eyes, all of it an ocean I was falling into...
She then dragged me under the sea that was Yuuka. My face melded into hers, skulls fusing for the moment as our minds collided. Hers proved the stronger one, thoughts and ideas spilling into my mind. The fondness I held for nature was refined, saturated into a thorough adoration, facts of identity drowned out by her creeping vines.
Her eyes were all I saw. Her thoughts were all I heard, her fragrance was all I smelt, her lips were all I tasted, and her touch was all I felt. Us two mingled until nothing but a jumbled mess of flesh for a head remained. But quickly it reshaped itself, molding into the singular being it belonged to, Yuuka.
At first, I felt like a crude mockery imitating her, yet the longer I remained in this senseless state, the more I felt my sense of self reflecting who Yuuka was. And the more in tune I was with her, the more I felt like she did. I felt the bed beneath her, her body rubbing against itself as she approached climax, her voice as she expressed her joy at my kindred spirit—the very one she had assimilated.
And then, I felt her blossom.
If there was any part of me that didn't identify with her by then, that moment weeded it all out through the wave of ecstasy. I was... Yuuka, yes. A perfect replica, irreversibly bound to the original. I wished for no more than to be so.
It felt so beautiful. I felt so beautiful.
The human now consumed, I thrashed on the bed, feeling their essence finally crumble within me, his cascading sense of self falling into the precipice of my mind. I felt all the love for nature he shared with me blend into my more refined sense of duty.
“Ooooh yess~ I knew it, gahn~! You were like meeee~!”
Something new released from me, liquids squirting from my nethers like bursts of fertilizer spray. To find someone so in tune with my wavelengths such as this, I had chosen well. I suppose my body couldn't help but feel excitement over such a revelation. I was helping a kindred soul achieve the form they needed, in order to help in our familiar cause. He was me, an extension of me to be specific, one I could call upon in my life’s mission.
And my, the aftermath… was amazing. Akin to basking in my field of sunflowers. As the sun began to set, I gently fell asleep, content perhaps with the experience that I could only compare to what humans consider... love. The Yuuka inside me felt the same, and followed my lead into a satisfied slumber, two souls forever entwined.
After awakening the next morning I wasted no time. I channeled my magic and summoned my inner self. She split from my body like mitosis, the process sending a pleasant shiver through both our bodies.
The other Yuuka shared my mind, her actions driven by the same core. Whatever I wished for, the other did as well, able to act without even an order. Yes, this clone born of that human was no longer independent, but why would she be? To become me was the point. What I had sensed the other night, this was the logical endpoint. Now that there was another me, tending to the flower fields, to nature itself, would be far easier.
My other self went straight to the fields to work, while I pondered in the kitchen, staring out the window. I let forth a smile, as a wonderful thought crossed my mind, every cell within me screaming for what I might once more be able to experience.
“I wonder... are there more like me out there?”
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