What will be Ashored

The sounds of the afternoon rabble were a chorus to her ears that morning. Like a rabbit emerging from its burrow, Ellie opened a doorway and peaked out into the distance. Her sight was only peripherally aware of the world around her. This floor had mostly held barren lands, from long artic shelves to plains and grasslands with nary a tumbleweed to be found. If there was any other weather outside the doorway, it was too faint to make any notice at all upon the foxxie girl's attention.
People were shouting and yelling, their attention distracted from whatever point
was being discussed. She could see these crowds with swords and lances, unmistakable for anything but a sizeable guild or party. Some of them were clashing with one another, both in use of weapon and word. considering all the
On the periphery of that commotion, she noted an unusual character: a woman bearing a large, wooden cross as her weapon. The other members of her guild would have looked up in shock had they seen this woman wielding a weapon as she was. Yet her weapon was just a stick. A dead ringer, as it were. She looked for the guildmaster but failed to find her in that crowd. That one holding the cross appeared to be planting it into the ground, scraping it like a metal detector for spare change over a sandy shore. The ground was loosely damp, mushy and wet when Ellie stepped forward, leaving tracts in the mud as she paced forward. The sun was already dipping above the horizon. She could not bear the thought of staying another second with an unruly crowd this early. Ellie grew fire along her furry shoulders, backside and eyebrows, taking on a different, more violent form and marched forward.
"Hiiiiii!" Ellie said, fire roaring out her mouth and concentric rings spinning around her. They began to raise their weaponry towards her, she could feel the tension in the air and played into that.
"We doing a goof off? Because I can goof everyone good if that's what we're doing! Now I can tell you have some very, narrow communication to your approach... but we can see eye to eye, right?" She winked, one eye of hers growing to an absurd size rapidly until it loomed overhead.
That woman of the cross said nothing. She merely observed the trees and the branches, paying special attention to the unmissable cyan veiny patterns along the roots. "If you're just going to stand there, won't you explain why you've brought out such a large party just to save me from what, save me from my sleep?" Her cheerful voice masked any frustration.
The one with the cross finally stepped forward, she looked practically trapped in her cleric dress and pearly rosary beads. "It's the roots fox mam'. They've strangled our town within our district."
Ellie laughed softly, the flames fading from her eyes and ears. "Excuse me? Fox Ma'am here, yep that's me! Foxxy babe. Who says you can wake me up over your gardening problem?" Her voice grew more serious, "I can be very rude. So be careful!" With a grin she pointed flames at the woman and her cross lit on fire.
"I'm... this... is... my... cleansing cross! It's going to destroy the plant devils, before they take over us!" She dropped it to the ground, flailing her arms. "Don't hurt me please!" There was a loud howl that came out of the air, the other guilds began to look at one another and panic. This group of warriors made a beeline for the horizon, Ellie unmoved by the shaking of the underground.
A large, grey, four legged beast with a mount snuffled in the dirt right next to the cleric woman, picking the cleric in it's mouth like a kitten. The wolf howled again, and Ellie flicked her ears over. She wasn't much for that kind of thing but couldn't say she hadn't been made to go after game in her life, and she took a hard line approach to roving wild guilds making a stir during her breakfast.
There were many voices in the distance, some shouting in agreement, some calling out for others to take off, and the larger group of warriors were starting to split up, running away. Ellie's attention, which in the splits of seconds could be distracted at critical moments missed their warnings. "Why don't you take her back to my place for a chat? We'll have tea and-" her foot tripped, and she fumbled down into the bluish-green marsh. She was in the mud.
"I'm a bit stuck..." she said to herself, looking up towards the sunlight, her gaze growing distant. The sun was just a crescent moon in the sky above the horizon, she'd already forgotten how noisy it was. Vines began to wrap towards her, sneaking over. Ellie She could feel the plantiness in her limbs, the new layers of growth on her, where new, more solid matter was forming, the roots expanding like gooey foam. The tree roots had started to curl around her body, extending into the depths of the mud and sinking into the soil below. She felt a faint tingling and recognized the magical signature right away. An Algae Mama, or the seeds of one, looking to find better and more permanent food. Well, she was food. She felt herself beginning to sink, there was the a thick, soft smell in the air of dirt and reeking slime. Her hands attempted to snap and use magic to dissipate the captor away, but every spark was absorbed by the organism. Soon the roots formed a heart shape around Ellie, the inside was perfectly smooth. As she was being enclosed, it was hard for Ellie to think. She tried to scream, “...~?” but out came a soft murmur.
The goddess was struggling at the moment with the roots inside crystalizing around her form while pressing tightly over her body and face. Ellie blinked. She gasped, “Oh!” Her face was full of rubber, and her voice was suddenly muffled and hollow. Not a scratch or a dent marred the perfect surface. The leaves, which had been her fingers, suddenly stopped, thickening into a sort of a soft, rubbery wall, and the only thing left to do was press themselves against it, and thrust, to force their new home through the material in which it had been encased. Around her chest, the plant shared an intimate deluge of sap and goop over her chest. It was spheroid. An orb that bulged gently in places. There was a cavity there, enough space to expand until it divided in two and both spheres melded into the top of her chest. Her eyes closed, the tightness and numbness of her body threatening to overwhelm her.
She was going to get out of this, plant pod thing. Already Ellie could feel the roots wriggling deep into her head, extracting memories and putting vivid sparks of pleasure about to play out. She could see the path where this lead, but the juicy goop pumped into her allowed her to loosen some of the tension and relax. Hesitation would mean assimilation. This, wasn’t right, but she had to get out. She would fight it. She'd get her dignity back, but she'd have to break free first, pulling and squirming against the thick sap. The more she wriggled around inside, hoping for a reemergence, the more the roots coated her with more pleasurable substances, getting her excited and giddy as distraction.
The girl’s human head felt soft, almost liquid. Her arms throbbed as they thickened. The contours of her hands fit like molds as her body grew into the rubber. Her bottom buttocks were enhanced while pumped with the resin. The buns, too, were perfectly symmetrical, forming tight, rounded domes of flesh. The flesh itself didn’t feel solid at all, but the same sensation of slippery, slick rubber. There was nothing to touch inside however, no tactile feedback at all. Her mouth opened. Her jaw, like that of the plant around her, melted, thickened, and then solidified. When it was finished molding, the lips were oversized and swollen, dripping with waxy and juice.
The changes were happening so fast, in fact, that she was getting dizzy. Her ears began to buzz.
She was so lost in this process that she failed to notice the other change. A strange, gurgling, slobbery noise broke forth. She had no idea what it meant, and that made her even more anxious.
But it wasn’t time to panic yet. Her pose was forced into a squatting position, then lowered herself to her knees like a fetal creature. She felt alone in that moment, and yet the new body felt... right. Ellie took a deep breath. Then she pressed her face into the inclusion wrapping around her and licked the glossy surface. That was when she smelled something odd. Saccharine and sweet. The smell brought her into a giddy high.
“Yummmmmmm~”
She sniffed the sap, testing her olfactory senses. The temptation to press her tongue over the surface couldn't be resisted, leaving her checking for telltale signs of the assimilating liquid which had been sloshed all over the area. She pulled her face away, a sticky stretchy trail gravitating on both ends, requiring effort on her part to yank her head from its grip. Her skin was darkening to a very light tan, her hair lightening to a soft honey color. Electrical blue streaks traveled along the slickness of her bangs, growing them out in the process.
The hips were swelling, the flesh expanding outward. It would be very easy to crush a melon between her thunderous thighs at that point. Her mouth swelled larger, her lips growing plump and pink.  Her stomach shrank along her waistline, and the skin around her back receded
into a more comfortable cushion for the spine, every edge or corner becoming a bouncy contour of pure delight. Her calves thickened, even the soles of her feet softened up to the point of becoming completely smooth. “Mmmmhh..."
The roots that had embedded themselves into her body began to let loose. They weren’t feeding off of the host’s residual life force, merely here excessive magical potential. She could see the rubbery pod start to open slowly, the gooey liquid she was trapped within filling into her mouth as she sucked inwards, consuming it with an audible slurp. The entity that hopped out finally felt a hazy glow on display,
The entire surface of her body was now slick and gelatinous. “Hmmm, when did these melons win the state fair?” she mused to herself, rubbing her breasts “Mmm. Hmmmmmm~!” Her hands slapped over the surface of her cheek, the skin feeling like something she had come to know well. Her rubbery jelly-like fingers slid across the surface of her naked form, her clothes previously digested and dissolved within. “My goodness! I'm like, in need of a hawt outfit.”
The first thing Ellie noticed were the roots. They were on her body, rearranging into stretchy blue strands across her crotch and breasts, squeezing and pushing her nipples along the same path. She could feel them stretching her bosom with the consistency of right latex, and the skin was still numb from the plant sap. The mounds of soft white flesh throbbed with delight. Her panties were feeling like they were dissolving away, leaving her in nothing but her bra strap, stretching away like a second skin along her ass's crack. Her hair was thick, long, and full of curly golden bunches flowing along back.
The blue strap gave her an impression of buoyancy, she couldn’t help herself from shaking her gigantic breasts over and over with a lispy giggle. The entire situation was almost a dream come true. The world seemed to blur, Ellie’s focus slipping away into a euphoric state, and an overwhelming urge to cum and cum and cum filled her mind.
Ellie's eyes closed, her head nodding down onto her body in delight, a soft gurgle coming from her throat. A stream of fluid like a melted popsicle was ejected from her body. It flowed freely over the plant, coating it in a glistening coating of honey. This small puddle spread beneath her toes like a warm balm, but raising swiftly. It sloshed from side to side until it was a massive puddle, then grew still into a lake. When the living Algae Mama had dripped a fraction of her power inherently into honeydew, it'd become an entire sea of sticky goop. Ellie felt the waves ripple over her body, splashing as wet and wild as any beachside. The thick sap slid over her breasts, lapping delicately down her skins. Each touch sent a sensation of electricity through her entire being, until finally, a hard, steady tremor came from her hips. Her knees buckled and she fell to her back splashing into the shore, her golden hair turning the soil into endless sand in an instance. Ellie giggled.
“I'm totes hot~!” she moaned. With a splash, she pulled herself away and wriggled off. She didn’t feel any sticky sap at all. No gooey, soft tenderness of plant sap, only the glittering brine of a sea and beach. No signs of plants or magical consumption remained. They'd all merged with her, making sure to orient her hazy, ditzy consciousness that making Ellie into a walking miracle, a carrier for a seed that could carry it farther than mother nature ever could. She licked her hand and started to play in the sand, her cheers and setup soon bringing forth an entire pier with a lighthouse, than a hotel, after shops and circuses far off.
Her eyes blinked twice, they were tinted with soft pink with glowing hearts.
It was almost as though Ellie was the tree, not the actual other way around. She was a headless tree in a bikini, and she was happy. As long as she could bring more guests, more nutrients, drain more magic in, she'd be fed and happy. Anyone that came onto the shore would lose their memory, becoming busty carefree residents. “I totes wonder if the people who will walk down this shoreline someday, and ever wonder why a tree named Ellie wants to have fun? Ooo, like I hope they're super fun!” she thought out loud. She giggled, her eyes closing as she drifted off into a state of pure mind bliss.
The Algae Mama herself was now a part of this creature’s brain. Ellie had lived and breathed a long, long time to carry her around in this vessel, and as a host was too sweet and too nice to do anything but make her feel the heights of joy. The crystal seedling had a host to take care of, after all. Ellie’s eyelids squeezed shut, her consciousness becoming a hazy glow of thoughtless horny bliss. She was going to do it, she was going to start a whole new life in the sun, and have anyone that came near to join in on the beach fun.