Bethany stirred from her rest, uncurling her body from beneath a broad leaf. An outsider would have observed nothing more than a new leaf seeming to emerge from the garden. She stretched, her green skin reveling in the bright sunlight. With a gentle fluff, her red tresses fell perfectly on her shoulders. The only discomfort about her came from the full feeling in her breasts. Even that was not so much a discomfort as an urging anticipation. She needed to be milked, a reality of her life that excited her more each day. Her violet eyes scanned the garden for her first partner of the day, but she had risen late and would at best be a fourth in the nearest couplings.
What had began as her family's small plot with a rudimentary vegetable garden on it had become something truly grand. In every direction, vibrant hues of plantlife thrived. The patch of watermelon around her bore leaves big enough to cradle her in her rest. The fruit themselves like boulders jutting up from the ground. Nearby, trellises of living wood provided home to crawling vines of beans, pods big as Bethany's palm. The tops of potato and peanut plants shivered in the morning wind, the roots as happy in the rich soil as the fruit in the sun. The Garden grew at the behest of its tenders and at their whim. When not consumed with lust, they idled their time away cultivating a section for themselves. Bethany's bore fruit trees which should have been an impossibility in the climate, oversized roses, and a special section of her favorite plants, the ones she called Eroses.
It was to this place that she walked, pausing only a few times to observe the beautiful bodies entwined in carnal dance. The plants were not the only aspect of the Garden which had grown. Her mistress brought new converts to Bethany from time to time. "They have the green thumb," Lucy would say before giving the idle body a gentle kiss and leaving them to Bethany. The humans were unchanged when they arrived, but still given over to Lucy's song, bristling with energy and potential, like a seed. From those seeds, Bethany grew her new family. Some turned out green skinned like her, others sported flower crowns instead of hair. Others still were more vine and root than person, using their coiling and spreading limbs to deliver a particular kind of pleasure to their compatriots. Bethany loved them all, reveled in all their beauty, and delighted in their differences.
She arrived in her small section of special plants. The first, the one which gave her a new lease on life, still remained. It had grown like everything else. The phallic protrusion had once been roughly the size of a normal man's dick, but now it was meant to serve a woman transformed by Lucy's influence. The long stalk was thick and continuously glistening with the honey-like sap which thrived in the bodies of the Garden's keepers. This type of plant was not alone in the garden. They popped up all over the place with no need for cultivation, wriggling out of the earth to seek out the nearest cunt or ass. Nor was it the only type. Nearby, long, thick stalks ended in plump fruits which split down the center to offer an inviting and soft crevice. Other plants looked like asses, gourd like things which shifted and squished when touched. Some resembled breasts, fat and wobbling, filled to bursting with nectar that could be sucked out through the short buds at their tips.
Bethany's eyes roved over all of these, wondering which would sate her morning's lust. Her eye caught on the one somewhat neglected section of the entire place and mercy tickled some spot in her core to add an extra kick of pleasure to the idea. She passed through the thicker leaves of her beloved plants until she reached a small area of clear soil. Here, six different plants, the only six in the garden, stood at different heights. The newest was barely a sprout, only three feet tall from root to tip, and still humming from its transformation. The tallest and first to arrive in the garden was a little taller than Bethany herself. They were simple plants. Each had four broad leaves at their base, which could fold up to cover them, though how the leaves could lever up the tits defied logic. From the base of each stalk protruded massive bulbs of plantflesh which, at a glance, might pass as gourds. The stalk ended in a tulip like cup which could curve to face any direction. The cup ended in thick folds of soft, petal-like lips which could open and close at will. The inside of the cup was a bit of a mystery, but Bethany knew it to be wet and inviting.
She made her way to the tallest one and caressed the underside of its cup. The plant responded, moving eagerly down to "look" at her eye to eye. Bethany could feel the soul which had been Lowell Cammack tittering inside the plant. These six, Lowell included, did something in their lives to earn Lucy's contempt. Bethany didn't know of any others which had been denied the joy of Lucy's gift, let alone punished by it. Each plant contained the flicker of a soul, which Lucy hoped could be reshaped and reborn in time. Bethany didn't know if that was true. Other than their size, little changed about the plants.
Bethany stepped closer and guided the cup down to her breast. It needed no other encouragement. The plant's mouth closed around her tit and sucked. Bethany sighed with contentment as her nectar flowed into the strange plant. Its leaves hummed with happiness. It throbbed and sucked again, another gush streaming out of her breast. Bethany felt the familiar twinge of want between her legs. A second of the plants moved over to her. It was smaller, but its sucking mouth still fit over half her breast. The soft lips nudged their way up searchingly until they sealed and sucked. Bethany grunted as her lower lips parted, her body responding to the wonderful sensations.
She didn't think of it as having a cock, though she happily used it to fuck whenever she had the opportunity. Instead, she saw it as an extension of her being, like a tendril of her essence. That didn't prohibit it from responding like a dick, emerging whenever she was excited and not consciously restraining it. It glistened with slick arousal, like the phallic plants nearby, and it attracted a third of the sucker plants. A smaller one crowded over, straining its shaft of a neck to reach the throbbing rod of green flesh. Bethany moaned as the sucker sealed around her cock, sucking in rhythm with the other two. It wasn't rewarded immediately with milk, but it would be. She could feel it building deep inside her, and soon enough her cum would gush into the small plant's eager cup.
Her delight rippled through the whole Garden. Leaves rustled as vines sprang to live, crawling over the earth to find some way of bringing Bethany more pleasure. As one snaked up her thigh, hoping to plunge into her waiting pussy, a different kind of ripple echoed through the Garden. Bethany squeaked in surprised frustration as the plants all recoiled. The sucker plants enveloped themselves in their leaves, disappearing into nothing more than oversized buds. The nearby pussy and cock plants wriggled down into ordinary foliage. A jolt of fear ran through everything.
"Not fear," Bethany thought. "Awe." She focused on Lucy's song in her mind. It still thrummed with content joy. Wherever Bethany's mistress was, the Red Lady was either untroubled or unaware of the sudden change in the Garden. Bethany didn't know which option worried her more.
The plants around her became rigid. Leaves and stalks and branches all turned, creating a path. The earth itself rumbled beneath Bethany's feet, urging her to move, perhaps even nudging her slightly in the direction of the path. Not knowing what else to do, she began to walk. She crossed the more open areas of the Garden, looking out at the other former humans. They did not seem alarmed, but looked toward the nearby forest with some level of reverence Bethany didn't understand. The only one who did seem bothered was Humphrey, the pig-man. He didn't belong to the Garden, not like the others, but he liked to spend his time there. "Beth," he called. "What's happening?"
She wanted to call back, but her voice refused to cooperate. This alarmed Humphrey more, and the pig man scurried away, kilt and massive ballsack flapping. He'd fetch Lucy wherever she was, and Bethany got the distinct feeling that was by intent. Vines roiled along the path like snakes, pulling aside dirt and debris to make the path clear and pristine. Leaves relaxed as Bethany passed, disappearing her walkway as she crossed it. She walked obediently until she reached the edge of the Garden, a place where cultivation stopped and wildness reigned. Tall oaks and pines loomed up in front of her, but beyond she saw something new, a massive flourish of green and yellow and red. More curious now than alarmed, she went forward.
It was a massive flower. A flower the size of a house, with petals of all different colors and hues. Some spotted with black or white, others streaked with red. The whole thing gave off a vibrancy of life, enough to startle Bethany breathless. She wanted to touch it, to lie upon its petals and be caressed by its vines. But, for the first time since Lucy's gift, Bethany's desires did not arise from a carnal need. With sudden concern, she stepped back.
In response, the flower spoke. "
Do not be troubled, daughter."
The words came not through a voice, but through the shuddering of leaves, the twisting of limbs, and roll of earth and air.
"We would have words with your mistress."
***
Lucy felt the tremor before she heard the panicked trill of Humphrey's call. With some reluctance, she decided to finish her current task before addressing whatever was causing the pig-man's concern.
She grinned down at the beastly man underneath her. It was hard to pick a favorite cock among her followers, but Cain's was something special. Lucy could feel the power of it inside of her, something more than just flesh and blood. Behind them, the cows rattled in their stalls as the other studs gave each one a hard fuck in rhythm with their master. Cain could see the distraction in his mistress's face and understood her intent to leave soon. It was the change in the song, Lucy knew. It happened reflexively more often than intentionally. Yet, it was there, a note of departing, of leaving, of seeking. Cain grabbed her ass and pulled her hard against him. His teeth bit her nipple slightly, earning a final gush of milk as his balls emptied into her divine warmth.
Moments later, breath returned, and she withdrew from him. She waved off the cow-girl from licking Cain's cum out of her. Emily whimpered in frustration before Cain clicked his tongue at her. Her hooves clopped merrily as she positioned herself over the abandoned cock and shoved down, filling up with Cain's still leaking dick and Lucy's juices.
Somewhat wistfully, Lucy left them. She walked out of the barn, hand trailing over whatever ass or face happened to be nearest. They all shivered as she touched them, their pleasure enhanced by her fingers alone. For Lucy's part, she had trouble distinguishing which among the herd was the most beautiful or handsome. The bulls were meager compared to Cain, but they had spirit in them. Eagerness instead of confidence, an aspiration instead of dominance. They would never truly rise, but they would always nurse that ember, and that made them seductive. The cows, blissful in their one purpose, attracted her with their simplicity. They got fucked and gave milk, gallons of the stuff a day. With their swollen ponderous tits, round bellies, and fat rumps, they were irresistible to any man or woman. And they were free from the worries of running a reality.
Lucy emerged from the barn as Humphrey struggled to free himself from the cab of his truck. The man loved his porcine form, but it did present several practical issues. Catching sight of Lucy, he stopped struggling to dislodge his rotund form from the steering wheel. "Mistress, something's happened at the Garden."
