Fred's Love Juice

[sakura_inverse]

Gliding like a knife silently through the air, Tori rode her broom across the pale blue summer sky. Her piercing blue eyes, shaded by the wide brim of an emerald green witches hat, shone with magic as she scanned the forest canopy below. Her black leather gloved hands gripped her broom handle as her eyes locked to a particular spot in the forest. “There it is” she said with a smirk crawling across her ruby red lips.
She brought her broom down past the tree tops and landed on the moist forest floor. She took only a brief moment to straighten out her emerald green robes to ensure they were immaculate. Then out of habit, she checked her black leather boots to ensure that any grime they acquired from her forest escapade would polish out.
The glowing magic faded from her eyes as she set her sights on her prize. A cluster of red mushrooms grew out of a rotting log that sat opposite of a clearing saturated with black soil and water.
“Eludius virusius… as rare as it is deadly… and I’ll be the first to discover its secrets…”
Her eyes then drifted down to the clearing. Her experience in foraging for potions ingredients told her this mud would be as deep as it was sticky.
“Only a novice would get caught in a trap like this…” she muttered to herself. “And only an apprentice would need to go around…”
With that, she closed her eyes and chanted “Oh Wise Raven, make my footsteps lighter than the air.”
Her boots, whose soles were only lightly sullied by the forest floor, levitated six inches off the ground. She then stepped forward with the confidence one would have stepping on solid ground. She made her way to the middle of the clearing when she suddenly felt something wrap around her ankles. All she could do was scream as she was violently yanked down.
Now standing up to her knees in the treacherous muck, she took a few breaths to assess her situation. “Enchanted?! No matter. I’ll just break free and…”
But before she could finish, another woman’s voice called to her. “Whatchya doin’ in my mud?”
Tori’s head turned to meet her mysterious guest. She locked eyes with a naked woman whose skin was a light shade of pale green and had a plume of moss growing where her hair would’ve normally been. Tori took another breath to calm herself before replying “I’m here to retrieve ingredients for my potions.”
“Ooh, a witch! I haven’t had one of those visit me in a long time!” Her eyes, which were green like her skin save for the black irises in the center, eyed Tori with curious joy. “You need mud for your potions? ‘Cuz you coulda gotten it from where I’m standin’.”
Unamused, Tori retorted “I’m actually here for the eludius virusis you have growing on that log.”
“You mean Fred?” the mysterious green woman exclaimed. “You hear that, Fred? You have a visitor!”
As much as she wanted to keep herself composed, Tori did have to admit that the feeling of her expensive robes soaking with water as she felt the mud pressing against her thighs did cause her concern. She asked “I’m sorry. But if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?”
Rather than immediately answering, the green woman cupped her chin in her hand while her finger pressed against her lips. “That’s a good question. I never met any of my mommas. I heard one of my mommas was a water nymph and my other momma was an earth nymph so that makes me…” she paused to think before bringing her hand away from her chin to snap her fingers. “That makes me a wet dirt nymph!”
“So you don’t have a name?”
“All my friends call me Moss because of the moss growing outta my head. Plants just like me for some reason so I guess they just decided to make me green like them.”
“Okay… Moss” Tori said as she felt herself settle a little deeper into the mud. “Do you mind getting me out of here?”
“I dunno…” Moss replied as she once again cupped her chin with her finger pressed against her lips. “If I have guests over, I think I should know a little bit about them. Why don’t you start by telling me your name?”
Tori sighed. “My name’s Tori Lightwarden and I’m the Third Chair of the Emerald Raven’s Wizardry Guild.”
“Third Chair!” Moss exclaimed as she made her way towards the edge of the mud. With her toes settling into the shallow shore, she said “You must be really strong.”
“Then it won’t surprise you that my magical abilities are unmatched. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a mushroom to collect.”
“How come you’re only the Third Chair if you’re the strongest witch?”
Caught off guard by Moss’s question, she replied “Strength doesn’t always equal experience…”
“I’ll say” Moss interrupted with a teasing grin. “’Cuz normally you hoity toity types have apprentices handlin’ stuff for you. Where’s yours?”
Once again taking a breath to re-center herself, Tori replied “I didn’t bring one because this assignment is too important to leave in the hands of an amateur. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ve spent enough time in your muck.”
But before Tori could chant a spell, Moss replied “I dunno how you’re getting out of there. But once someone’s stuck as deep as you, they’re gonna need help.”
Tori scoffed as she closed her eyes to focus. “Oh Wise Raven. Break the chains that bind me.” With that, she felt whatever was holding her ankles slither away. She winced at the gross feeling this caused but she had other things to focus on.
“By the way, have you met Petey?” Moss asked with a curious smile. “You kinda have to be careful about the tentacle thing livin’ down there. He can get a little… handsy if you know what I mean.”
Tori nervously gulped, but only slightly in the hopes Moss wouldn’t notice. “Tell me, Miss Moss. Do you know what happens when you remove water from… ‘wet dirt?’”
Curiously, Moss asked “I dunno, what?”
“You simply get dirt.” With that, Tori closed her eyes and chanted her next spell. “Oh Wise Raven, give me control over the waters below my feet.” Water in turn trickled up from the mud and formed into a blackened orb in front of her. She could hear Moss ooh and awe at the sight of her spell but she ignored her. She knew that once she extracted enough water, she could simply pull herself free from her trap and grab the mushrooms she wanted.
But her concentration was interrupted by a loud pop that sent the water she gathered cascading towards the ground. She opened her eyes and to her shock saw Moss standing in front of her with an extended finger pointing where the orb once stood. Her thoughts raced at the thought of one of her spells being interrupted. Even an experienced mage would have a difficult time breaking one of her spells. But Moss had made it seem so simple.
To make matters worse, she felt herself sinking deeper. The mud around her had softened and she felt her hips sucked down. Her legs were stuck fast and it was like Moss had said, she would need help getting free.
Moss meanwhile said “Since you’re stickin’ around, I might as well get to know you better. Why don’t I start by getting on your level?” With that, the mud seemed to part under Moss’s bare feet and she instantly sank to her knees. She pumped her legs, churning up the mud even more until her bare sex oozed into the mud’s surface. Her lips pursed into an “Ooh” as she settled in. “It’s a shame you’re wearin’ all those clothes. The mud feels really nice down there, ya know.”
“I didn’t come here for… that!” Tori growled.
Moss sighed “Nobody ever does. It’s a shame too ‘cuz I can make the mud do some really fun stuff…” She felt her pulse quicken as her cheeks flushed. “So tell me, whaddaya plan on doin’ to Fred?”
Gritting her teeth, Tori replied “I’m going to turn your mushroom…”
“Fred!” Moss corrected. “His name’s Fred.”
“Fred is an ingredient for my potions and…”
“Booor-riiiing!”
“Well I’m sorry you can’t understand how important my work is…”
“Oh I’m sure it is” Moss planted her hands on Tori’s shoulders and with a light shove, she pushed her down past her midriff. “The thing is, Fred likes his log and Petey likes guests so… I guess you’re taking a break, ‘kay?”
A flash of nervousness visibly overtook Tori’s eyes as she felt herself lurch downwards. Worse yet, a feeling began to take hold of her. It was a feeling she rarely felt ever since she achieved her position in the guild. She was feeling a loss of control.
“Don’t be scared” Moss tried to assure her with a teasing tone. “It’s just a little mud.”
With widening eyes and her pupils focusing to pinpoints, Tori watched Moss willingly work herself deeper into the bog until she saw the mud fill her bare navel. Her eyes then drifted upwards to see the serene look on Moss’s face. She desperately wanted to pull away but all she could manage to do was lean back, a luxury she wouldn’t have for long if she kept sinking.
“Tell me” Moss purred. “What kind of potions are ya gonna use Fred for?”
Tori, with her chest heaving, stammered “I… I…”
“Don’t tell me, ‘You’re too stupid to know what I’m usin’ him for,’ right?”
“It’s not…” Tori tried to correct the record but she knew it was useless.
With a sly look, Moss asked “You’re not gonna use him for a love potion, are ya?”
With the mud oozing below her chest, Tori couldn’t have hidden her reaction even if she wanted to. Her voice trembled as she begged “No… Please…”
“Ha! I knew it!” Moss teased as she worked herself a little deeper to the point her breasts hovered mere centimeters above the mud. “You’re not exactly the first mage to come here lookin’ for Fred.” She paused only to cup her chin and press her finger against her lips. “Hmm… Tell ya what. I’ll stop ya from sinkin’ if you tell me what you’re gonna use your potions for.”
Tori’s mind raced as her eyes locked onto Moss’s pondering expression. She thought “What should I tell her? Will she keep her promise? Should I tell a white lie? What if she sees through it?”
But before she could answer, Moss chided “Be honest now. Time’s tickin’…”
“I… I wanted to see if I could!”
Still holding her pondering posture, Moss asked “Oh? Do tell.”
“Eludius Virusius. Your… Fred… It can… He can be turned into a powerful aphrodisiac. But he’s so rare nobody fully understands how. I wanted to study him so I could… publish… papers about him.”
“So…” Moss replied with her playfully skeptical tone. “You don’t have that special someone in your life you wanna seduce?”
“No!” Tori screamed. “I don’t have time for… that!” She panted as tears started to well in her eyes. “Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am?! I didn’t get here by socializing with… with…”
“Anyone lesser?” Moss innocently asked.
“Anyone… Anyone who’d distract me! Whenever there was a party or a concert, I studied! I bettered myself while other people wasted their time. And all I have to show for it now is…”
Before she could finish, she broke into tears. She buried her face in her hands in a futile attempt to hide from her captor. She didn’t care the bog was soaking into her chest and she was losing precious inches of air.
But still with a pondering tone, Moss decided to finish Tori’s sentence by saying “And all you have to show for it is sinking in some green chick’s quicksand, right?” She hummed as she pondered what to do with her captive. But then she pulled her hand away from her chin and snapped her fingers as if a light bulb went off in her head. “Wait a minute, that means you’re single! Ooh, tell me you’re open to datin’ nymphs! A cute human like you has to have a type!”
Tori meanwhile was content with wallowing in her own sorrow. She heard Moss’s excited utterances, but every synapsis in her mind was intent on attacking her. She hated everything about her current predicament and all she could do was turn that bitterness against herself.
“Tell ya what. I’ll teach you Fred’s secret for makin’ his love juice. But ya have to promise me one thing, ‘kay?”
Tori lifted herself from her hands. Red puffy eyes and streaks of mascara replaced what was once an immaculately done face. She sniffed with pleading eyes before asking “You… you will?”
“Sure. You just have to promise me you’ll never hurt a hair on Fred’s… well Fred doesn’t have any hair… or a head for that matter. But ya can’t touch him, ‘kay?”
“I… I promise.” With those words, Tori felt the anxiety leaving her body. She was still sinking and very much aware her time left above the surface could be measured in a matter of minutes. But she knew there were more important matters.
“Good…” with that, Moss reached up to grab Tori’s witch’s hat by its brim and toss it like a frisbee towards the trees. She watched as Tori’s blond hair, tied up neatly in a bun, revealed itself to the forest canopy. “Ooh, cute and blond! Ba-dum!”
Tori took a breath and said “I’m sorry, this is just…”
“Oh right, manners. Anyway, it’s a good thing ya didn’t touch Fred cuz he’d have killed ya.”
Taking another breath, Tori replied “I know. He’s highly poisonous.”
“But do ya know how ‘highly poisonous’ he is? Just touchin’ him’s enough to kill ya screamin’. I know you’re wearin’ those fancy gloves, but ya touch those after touchin’ Fred, goodbye witch.”
Tori stood stunned as she felt herself sinking past her chest. Moss meanwhile found herself distracted by the feeling of the mud cupping her breasts and swallowing them whole. All the witch could do was say “I… didn’t know.”
“Mmm, it’s a terrible way ta go. Trust me. But when Fred’s feelin’ frisky, he shoots his spores off. Or as I like to call ‘em, his love juice. Care to see?”
Before Tori could say anything, Moss snapped her fingers in front of her captive’s face and a small cloud of white spores bloomed between them. The fear melted from Tori’s eyes and while her heart still raced, it wasn’t from the prospect of dying.
“Pretty hot, ain’t it?” Moss asked. “That’s just a pinch of Fred’s love juice. A spoonful could make ya fall madly in love with the first person ya see.”
But before Tori could say anything, she felt the tentacle that grabbed her slink its way back up her legs. More tentacles joined in as they slinked underneath her drenched robes. Normally she would’ve been revolted but her poisoned mind found them wickedly sensuous.
“Oh Petey, you’re back!” Moss purred as she too felt the tentacles wrap around her naked form. “He knows when Fred’s squirtin’ his love juice.”
Tori meanwhile found the mud flowing over her shoulders. Needless to say, her robes were completely ruined. But with the tentacles snaking their way towards her most intimate spots, she didn’t care. Meanwhile she saw the mud clasp around Moss’s neck to form a gentle stranglehold it would never let go.
“Moss…” Tori moaned. “I… I just want to say…”
“Don’t tell me” Moss purred. “It’s romantic, ain’t it?”
“Thank you” Tori moaned. “Thank you for…”
Tori’s words were cut off by Moss leaning forward to kiss her. Rather than fight it, she enthusiastically kissed her back. The tentacles caressed them all over as they slipped deeper. The mud claimed their necks and cupped their chins. They moaned into each other’s mouths as the tentacles worked their wicked magic. The mud rose up their flushed cheeks, covering their locked lips. Soon the mud was still with only two wet puddles marking where two unlikely lovers once stood.
Gliding like a knife through the air, Tori rode her broom across an orange evening sky. She carried her ruined robes in a bundle as she chose to ride completely nude. She knew the magic spells needed to clean them, but for now she chose to ride wearing nothing but the mud given to her by Moss’s bog. She felt free. This was a feeling she never felt before.
As she rode her broom, she committed herself to cracking the secrets of Fred’s love juice. She knew she would discover them soon enough. But she also vowed to pace herself. Her long neglected love life needed attention as badly as her research and she had just the person in mind to help her. She made plans to visit Moss again, this time with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine.

[ghostofmyeyes]

What a cute story! I would love to meet Moss, even if it's the last thing I do

[ChaosGlassSpider]

What a great story! And it’s great to see you writing again, I always loved your old stuff too!