Birds were tittering, wind rustling through the canopy above.

Dappled light spilling through the leaves to the floor below, warming a sleepy young woman nestled in a bed of flowers.

Rousing from her slumber, gradually waking, before suddenly opening her eyes in shock.

She’s in a forest glowing golden in the sun.

Bella looks around, this place is strange, too wonderful, too idyllic. The grasses brushing against her skin are as soft as silk, flowers richer in colour and more numerous than she’d ever seen before.

There is an orchard of fruit and nut trees with branches heavy and full, but none of the trees or fruits look quite like anything Belle recognises.

The orchard is interspersed between giants stretching to the sky.

Belle sits up, touching the golden woven bracelet on her wrist, fingers tracing their way up her wrist, her arm, shoulder, neck. ‘Why does it feel so good?’

She goes to sit cross legged, only now realising that she’s in a knee length soft buttercup yellow dress with light blue ornaments meandering on its hems. Sitting instead like a modest lady, thighs touching, feet together to the left of her waist. Feeling like a woman relaxing in an impressionist painting.

‘Poppy.. She must have dressed me.’

“Poppy!” Belle called, looking out for the whatever she is. 

The meadow flowers Belle was reclining on begin rising up, slowly weaving themselves into Poppy.
Belle is entranced as vines, flowers and leaves conjoin forming cords and cables, watching Poppy’s plant fibres become muscle fibres, slowly growing around Belle, surrounding her, till now she sits in Poppy’s lap wrapped in her arms.

“I’m here honey, I was always here with you. I’m sorry if you thought you were alone in a strange place.

I just wanted to see how you responded to my garden. Your new home.”

“It’s very pretty, like the forest home of a Goddess.” Poppy wears a proud smile she bashfully hides away.

“I can’t tell if it’s a bountiful garden, or if nature wants to share its wealth with us.”

Poppy lifts the girl in her arms so their heads are level “Such a clever little petal, so wise too!”
Before Poppy holds Belle against her breast, keeping her trapped within her loving affection. Not letting her go as she’s drowned in head kisses, cheek smooches and face rubs, squishing her little one, holding her tight with so many pets and pats.
Belle tries wriggling to be free from the incessant pampering, only giving up when she realises how utterly powerless she is to escape, that Poppy won’t listen to her struggles and let her go.

“My little one, you are right. This is a bountiful garden, as well as a natural forest.” One of Poppy’s fingers twirling through Belle’s hair. “I blessed this whole region with abundance and fertility.”

Unbidden images of fertility rituals beneath the light of the moon came dancing through Belle’s mind, imagining a nude Poppy skipping in rhythm, singing the forest into splendor. Colour rising in Belle’s cheeks.
Hiding her eyes beneath her lashes, the little petal asked “Could you show me how to do a fertility ritual please?”

“And what do you think, mageling, that one does in a fertility ritual..?”

“...Ummm, frolic and dance beneath the moonlight, and hold hands with pretty women and sing into the night?” Unable to meet Poppy’s eyes.
A vine gently lifts her chin “Darling” Poppy’s eyes shimmering in adoration. “You’re exactly right, that’s what we do in fertility rituals. As your first lesson we are going to have a fertility ritual tonight.”

‘Gosh’ Belle thought, staring up at the Goddess.

The Affini stroked a stray lock of hair behind Belle’s ear. “And since you are so knowledgable about fertility rituals, I think you should lead the events tonight.”

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“You just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll help make everything perfect. We will plan it together <3”
“um um um so i um, I think that we should have crowns made of flowers” “A wonderful idea!”
“ And gather a big bowl of fruit and nuts, and we can thank nature for giving its food to us, and do some sort of blessing or prayer, that you’ll have to do because i don’t understand magic and spirits very well. And once the food is blessed, we should eat some of it, keeping the seeds, give some of the fruit to the animals, and plant the rest of the fruit to be eaten by the earth and grow into trees.”

Belle could feel the pride emanating from Poppy “That is a beautiful ritual.”

“Yeah, and then we make a little bon fire to dance and frolic around together barefoot”

“Lovely”

“And we can say thanks to the trees for giving us shelter from the weather, and thanks to the weather for giving us trees, and thank the ground for giving us a place to walk and grow.”

“Maybe nature itself will give thanks for cute little Belle’s” Poppy said, before brushing a fingertip against Belle’s nose.
Her mageling scrunched up her face

And so the two worked, Belle coming up with adorable ideas for their ritual, sitting in Poppy’s lap, while Poppy wove flower crowns more intricate and beautiful than Belle had ever imagined. The crowns had their own structural integrity, wove of flower stems and those soft grasses, fuzzy grass seeds ornamenting the rim with regularity.

Poppy turned her little Belle around, face to face.

“I anoint ye Belle Elsie Siline <3” placing the garland of flowers upon her little priestesses head. The two reflecting their shared joy for the other. Unable to stop smiling with big silly grins.
“Can I do you, can I do you!” “Of course you can, petal.”

Crawling her way out of Poppy’s lap, to stand up for the first time in who knows when.
Picking up the larger crown, the Affini bowing her head for her little priestess.
“I anoint ye Poppy Siline!” Placing the flowering crown gently upon her head, before curtsying so beautifully for Poppy.

‘I am never going to let her go’ Poppy promised to herself, wordlessly vowing to Belle.

Belle felt the weight of meaning she didn’t understand, a pull of affection drawing her towards Poppy.
Climbing back into her lap, holding and being held.

Belle’s heart open, full of love and care for the silly plant in her arms. Warmth in her heart, lips tingling from the breath brushing them. Drawn physically, emotionally, spiritually to Poppy.
Kneeling in her lap, draping her arms around the Affini’s neck, drawing Poppy closer as she lifted herself nearer, head uptilted, heavy lids gazing on the gorgeous woman, closing as they came closer.
Lips meeting.

A kiss that lingers, a simple kiss of a shared quiet moment.

Still.

The breeze was brushing the pair. Singing in the trees like the ocean

Belle pulled back, looking up in Poppy’s eyes, looking to her lips. Not really sure what this meant.
Before burying her face within Poppy’s neck.
Tender vines stroking up and down Belle’s back, giving the girl time to process her feelings. Wordlessly.
Humming a melody, accompanying herself in harmony. A music she hasn’t sung in many years.

A song of devotion, her core filled with such emotion that music rises of its own accord, uplifted in song.

Little Belle, in the crook of her neck sang in low, slow notes, accompanying the Affini’s unfamiliar tune, sounding unlike any music she’d ever heard before. Poppy’s voice wasn’t hitting notes, but playing with the trajectory and momentum of sound, crafting rolling shapes of song, broad gliding notes with intricate texture, with a quiet power, rolling like a thunder storm whispering in the distance, a feathers edge to each note detailed by microtonal ornaments rapidly alternating between sound and silence.

Her little Belle, she slowly was learning the song and how to sing along side. Feeling the pulsing sway to the ebb and flow, feeling confident enough to give her own melody, a sweet little thing that Poppy carried aloft like a bird on the wind.

There is a real magic to music, and if this is the way magic speaks through Belle then Poppy will be her music instructor.

Belle leaves the crook of Poppy’s neck, stealing the fastest peck on the lips before diving right back to hide again. Smiling at the girls antics, a green hand easing its way through the petal’s long loose brown hair, fingers massaging her scalp for mind numbing pleasure.
Poppy let her song become part of the background, so she may listen to the moaning groans of a magepet in satisfaction.

Little Belle needed headpats, and it is a sin that one as adorable as her had to live without.

Poppy is going to make sure the girl has enough headpats to make up for all those years without.

Poor darling, going so long without a caretaker to take care of her :’(

She never has to worry ever again.

Waking from her reverie, lightly stimulated by touch.

“Big one, can you show me my new home please?” the little one asked, looking up at Poppy’s mischievous smile.

“Oh, is that my name now, little one?” Bella with a radiant grin scrunches and rolls her shoulders.

“Of course it is, it only makes sense since you’re so big..”

“I’m not big! You’re just very little :)” Bella lightly bites the last joint on her pinky between her open smile. “I can be little, but that makes you big” Giving a playful little tap on Poppy’s nose with the tip of her finger.
Affection rose in her core. “I can accept that compromise, little one”, “As can I, big one :3”

Playful eyes were shared between the two.

Forgetting for a moment that little one asked big one a question.

“Ahh, yes, let me show you our new home.”

Belle tries to exit Poppy’s grasp, but isn’t allowed, letting the little one struggle for a moment to feel how futile it is. Poppy stands causing a Belle to gasp at the sudden change in height.
“Hey! I can stand you know!”
A vine lightly taps a cute little nose “Yes, I knows.”

The terrible pun distracted Belle from her plight of being carried, nestling up a bit to get more comfy.

She had some vertigo from being so high up, she must be 3.5 metres high right now, up level with big one’s head. Her legs are sooo long! Each step carrying them so far, Belle would have to jog pretty fast just to keep up..

maybe it was good Poppy’s carrying her..

Spring is in the air, even though it was winter back home, we must be on a different planet or something, or magic or or .. something..

Poppy couldn’t help but stare at Belle’s reaction to her garden, drinking in her looks of wonder at what must be a type of nature she has never seen before. Looking up in the trees at the upside down birds playing under the branches, the buzzing bees drunk on flower fumes. Looking up higher Belle sees up in the canopies a whole series of sky walk ways strung between the treetrunks, bridges made of ropes crocheted together to be sturdy and flexible. No gaps for a little one to slip through.

Looking closer at some of the giants, every now and then one of the trees is wearing a spiralling staircase of wood climbing into the sky. Tree houses up high.
Entire structures made of living tree beams bent and grown into shape, woven netting strung strongly, so many places to climb!

The nets look super fun to climb and clamber on.

Belle’s head was turning, tracking the large sail cloth of netting calling to her, whispering unknown desires to recline and relax, to float above the world in a spiders web made for her comfort. A pyramid of sloping rope, half hammock, half shade cloth and half trampoline, sloping from the ground above the air.
But Poppy didn’t slow down, tho satisfiedly noticing her comfy web had caught a little pet.
She’s going to be so productive designing furniture and structures made for her little petal’s comfort and pleasure.

Gardens designed to be the perfect habitat for a little flowerbelle.

Poppy will study Belle’s diet, her favourite foods, breeding and growing nature to accommodate to the little one’s needs, desires and whims. Let her forage for her favourite snacks. Exercise and enrichment

Her web shall be completely inescapable >:3

The little one too caught up in fulfillment and pleasures to ever even think about wanting to leave Poppy’s vines, as if Poppy would allow an avenue to ellude her, anyway.

Poppy bounces her little one in her arms, giving a light patting.
Whispering to her in the language of power and magic. You’re Mine

Belle shivered, some ancient part of her mind, the part that senses predators and danger had awoken.

Looking up at Poppy, her size, strength, knowledge, power no longer seemed so innocent, nor so freely given.

‘What does Poppy want with me? She already has everything. A beautiful enticing home, more power and magic than I can understand, no need for anything.’

Staring up at the Goddess, up from in her arms.

‘What does she want..?’

Searching for an answer in those deep green and blue and violet and yellow and pink and amber and ~ ~ 

Staring, falling, dropping, losing yourself

Those eyes, there is only one path forward, deeper. Forever.

Popp eey ppoppei “oppie”
“My little pet”

Sustained eye contact is one of the best ways of connecting two souls.

Intimacy, seeing each other. Understanding. Trust.

Her vines support Belle’s head, neck and back, letting her relax, let go, flop, held in place,
completely,
unable,
to,
move,
a,
muscle

Her cute little mouth slightly parts, such an adorably vacant expression.

A vine starts playing at its entrance, teasing and tickling her lips.
Activating her wriggly squirms

Her needy little pet.

She tries taking the vine in her lips, only to be pulled slightly away.

Poppy is in charge, and these lips are to be teased, not allowed to kneed and suck.

Poppy could feel Belle’s desire rising in her, trying to lift up her head to capture the elusive vine, but her body far to soft and relaxed to do so, her head so heavy, her neck so weak.

Tempting the little one with something she can't have, a vine slightly coated in a sweet psychedelic sap.

Just out of reach

barely a bit further

i neeed

‘Aww, it’s cruel to tease her so much.’ Poppy rests her vine against petal’s lips, finally letting Belle claim the vine as hers, mouthing and exploring with an oral fixation.

‘It takes so little to stimulate my petal, so easy to give her enrichment.’

Poppy felt Belle’s deep sense of comfort and fulfilment. 

Complete, resting.

Finally Home.