Foxberry
#6 of Transformations
Under the midday heat the vegetation drooped in the swamp as it spread low and wide across the valley. In spite of the day's heat, the swamp's heart clung to a cooler atmosphere sheltered in the shade. Moisture dripped down from the canopy and dripped loudly into the many ponds divided by banks of slick grass easily stamped into the muddy ground.
The underbrush here sheltered a wide variety of useful plants and herbs, which was just about the only reason the fox would ever venture into such a dank place. Such was the life of a herbalist and potions brewer though.
Syl moved carefully around the edge of a deep pond of black water, covered with moss and the tall thin flowers that peeked above its surface like periscopes. Her blonde hair and the disposable burlap clothing she wore for the occasion were tied snugly against the grasping thorns of the swamp but she couldn't deal with the odor so easily. Most of the offensive smells probably came from the ponds here, which were saturated with woodland debris rotting away. All a normal part of the ecosystem but this didn't mean much to her finely tuned nose.
She halted suddenly when something odd came into view. It was a bare patch in the soggy grass. A perfectly symmetrical ring had formed there, surrounded by strange blue leaves that rose straight up from a crosshatch of tiny bright green vines.
It was rare that the fox encountered a type of plant she was unfamiliar with. Most of it seemed to be underground and she was pretty sure the hatch of vines would not be able to support her weight. It was almost as if it were a trap. Vines snarled up out of the ground on perfect cue to form an arch, catching her foot as she took a step and with a shout she tumbled forward.
Syl plunged straight through the vines face-first, too quickly to even throw her arms out in front of her. Soon she came to a halt lodged inside a slick tube of plant matter. She was stuck kneeling on the ground with her butt oriented straight up in the air. Her eyes went wide as she felt herself slipping forward. The wall of the plant tube were moving, undulating as if intending to swallow her. It was well on the way to doing that when something snagged her clothing which halted her descent only temporarily. To the sound of slowly ripping fabric she slipped entirely into the plant, now stripped naked.
Panic began to strike as the possibility she might be sliding down the throat of some giant variation of a venus flytrap. Not like it mattered though, as there was nothing she could do about it. Syl could only sink further down with the strange sensation of being squeezed through the muck and mud while insulated only by the slimy plant walls.
As she was pulled along the walls of the tube squeezed tighter, until she felt she was swimming through the ground. The tube seemed narrower though she was moving forward easier, realizing that she was being reduced in size slowly with each squeeze. Soon she was moving easily through countless twists and turns of the root system. The slime coating the inner walls had mingled with her fur, hardening though it retained elasticity allowing her to wiggle about but not much else.
At long last she felt her face being forced into some kind of gelatinous matter. She was pushed up to her knees, lower legs remaining lodged in the root she had emerged from. The swamp came back into view, tinted through the clear red flesh of a perfectly spherical berry. Judging by the leaves and twigs nearby, Syl realized she must have been shrunken down to mere millimeters and was now encased in the center of the berry's succulent flesh.
The fox's size was not the only thing that had changed. She was now entirely green owing to the pusedo exterior skin that had formed and laced through her fur. Her eyes were a solid deep green color, turning almost on their own accord toward the sunlight with hunger. Breathing didn't seem to be a problem either, fortunately enough.
Something tickled at her paws, lightly brushing over the pads. She managed a muffled "Mmph!" at the maddening sensation, her entire body wanting to move but unable to. The vine moved from her feet, curling up around her legs and then slithered up them pressing in between her thighs.
From the feel of it, this new appendage was very large and phallic as it parked itself against her pussy for a moment. It wasn't hard to guess what was about to come next. Syl gulped as she felt the girth of the thing, about the only movement she could manage. Something slimy and warm was leaking from the head of the appendage with the sticky consistency of honey. The vine rubbed slowly back and forth over her pussy, causing an involuntary moan as it rubbed over her clit. But this pleasure cut short a few seconds later as the vine thrust itself up into her suddenly, causing her eyes to bug out. Its girth spread her lower lips wide and incited a muffled shout. Syl's body trembled as she strained to accomodate the vine as it pressed further bit by bit until its head stretched out her womb.
Just when she thought the worst of it was over, the vine bulged outward as it pressurized with liquid. Not as painful as its entrance since she was slowly becoming accustomed to it, but still enough to cause her a gasp or two. The same warm fluid squirted inside her, beginning to pump in with a twitching movement in the vine. It filled her with equal parts pleasure and slime, and the warmth of the fluid seemed to seep out from her womb and spread to her whole body.
Syl's view of the swamp outside- what should have been the real world, began to seem distant and dreamy to her. The horror of the plant imprisoning her was suddenly much less of a concern. Inside the berry was no prison, more like a nice warm cocoon, she realized as if an epiphany had popped into her head. Probably about the time her brain was stained green as her insides transformed, organs replaced with fibrous plant matter by the slime.
The vine swelled outward even more as something passed up through it creating a series of large bulges. Syl no longer felt like the thing was threatening to split her in half, instead feeling only a mounting wave of pleasure as the first seed was deposited in her. When it was about halfway in she reached orgasm, her spasming pussy helping to pull the seed inside her quicker. The vine continued its work unphased, pushing another seed into her and several more after that. Several orgasms later, Syl's stomach bulged outward making her look as if she were nine months pregnant already.
From a vantage point behind and above the berry, another Syl watched herself being impregnated by the vine. That at least answered the question of what the vine was about to do to her as it curled up past her feet. The plant had placed a clone of the buxom fox into each berry on the bush and was repeating the process of impregnating each copy.
All the tiny Syl clones underwent the same transformation. Once it was complete, they no longer cared but their purpose had changed much since that morning. All they had to do now was wait until the foxberries attracted some animal or another. They would be chewed up, reduced to pulp so that the seeds of the plant may spread itself as far through the swamp as possible.