Chapter 3 – The Trial

WARNING – Derogatory Comments/Verbal abuse – at the end of the last scene, there is some verbal abuse directed towards Evie during her trial (not by Doug). See endnotes for more details.

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"What the hell?!" Uma snapped, both her and Carlos leaping to their feet.

"Long story short, we need to complete trials to return the stuff!" Mal hollered over the din of rising water. "We need to put all the keys in the right locks, only in this instance, 'key' means the guys' dicks, and 'locks' could be literally anything, including um- you know- us."

"This is fucking stupid and I hate it," Uma said, glaring at the water.

"It's the ocean of tears!" Ben said, letting Harry recline against him so he could see what was going on. "Like in the story. Uma, I think um- maybe you have to turn into your mer-form!"

"Can she have sex in her mer-form?" Mal asked, which was sort of the question on all their minds.

Ben went bright red. "Um- yes. I mean, she and Gil-"

"Fucking hell," Uma said, rolling her eyes as a bright light seemed to encapsulate her body. In the next moment, she was a mermaid again, and she used a few of her tentacles to grab onto Carlos, dragging him towards her.

"Wait," Carlos said, blushing. "Do I- you mean I have to fuck Uma?"

"I'm not happy about it either, champ," Uma drawled, undoing the clasp of Carlos' shorts. "But it needs to be done, and I don't see anything else here that could act as a lock."

"But I haven't had sex with a girl yet!" Carlos sputtered as Uma shoved down his underwear, revealing his cute dick.

"And you still won't," Uma huffed, rolling her eyes as she started teasing him with a glowing hand. "Because I am a woman."

"It's okay, Carlos!" Evie pressed from her side of the glass, trying to look supportive. "You're okay! Uma's gonna take care of you!"

"Also, we love you!" Jay offered, grinning wide. "This is weird, but if you fight it, things will just get worse!"

"Oh, um- Okay," Carlos said, blushing as Uma drew them together. "I'm um- I'm sorry, it probably won't be good."

"It will be fine, De Ville," Uma said, rolling her eyes again. They both seemed to gasp as she worked him deeper into her, into pink, wet folds that appeared in the middle of her scales, Carlos whimpering all the while.

"Uma," Carlos moaned, seeming at a loss for where to put his hands. "You um- you feel really good."

"Back at you, slick," Uma said, seeming to make the choice for Carlos by hooking one of his arms around her neck, letting the other settle on her waist.

"You don't have to say that," Carlos murmured, ducking his head. "I know I'm not-"

"You're great, baby boy," Uma said, making Carlos shiver. "I wouldn't lie about that. And fuck, you can touch my boobs if you want to."

Carlos flushed. "But."

"Just touch her boobs, Carlos," Mal ordered. "They're fucking awesome, they should be appreciated."

"Damn right, they should," Harry grumbled, so out of it that he didn't even seem jealous about the fact that his captain was fucking one of Mal's crew.

Then again, he had just been fucked by Mal's prince, so maybe they were even.

"Uma," Carlos gasped, his hand spasming on her breast when the tip of Uma's tentacle snuck into the back of his pants. "Uma-"

"Like that?" Uma asked, wearing a victorious grin. "My boys really like the feel of my suckers too, same for princess."

"Holy shit," Jay said, fanning himself again. "I did not know I needed that information until now."

"Have fun with your imagination," Audrey sniffed. "'Cuz you're never going to get any of that sweet sucker action in real life."

"Does it feel amazing?" Jay asked. "Carlos, is it good?"

"So good," Carlos moaned as she worked the tentacle up and down. "They're brushing against my, um-"

"Asshole," Uma chirped. "And that cute hole of yours is real responsive."

"Fuck," Carlos cursed, his eyes squeezing shut. "Uma, I'm gonna- I'm about to-"

"It's okay," Uma hummed. "I'm not gonna last much longer myself. Let's just-"

She started rutting Carlos harder, moving faster, until both of them were letting off an endless stream of moans.

"Wet, wet, so wet," Carlos was panting. "Uma."

"Just let go," Uma ordered, grinding her tentacle hard against him. "Carlos-"

They both gasped around the same time, Uma's head falling back while Carlos collapsed into her. Her tentacles flailed except for the ones holding Carlos close, and just like that, the water seemed to disappear from around them.

"Shit," Uma said, collapsing against the bed that had materialized under them. "Hold on."

Another flash of light and she was human again, Carlos curled up on top of her, seeming entirely spent.

"Good job, De Ville," Uma said, running a hand through Carlos' curly hair. "Your girlfriends are gonna love getting that from you."

"Girlfriend," Carlos huffed. "Evie um- doesn't want to have sex."

Evie could feel the tension in the room rise.

"That's gonna get pretty awkward for her, then," Uma drawled when Carlos slid out of her, flopping onto his side.

"It's okay," Evie said before Mal could start snarling, her shoulders tense, ready to do battle. "I've been thinking about trying stuff with you guys, so…" Her gaze drifted over to Doug. "This will be okay."

"Still," Mal snapped. "You shouldn't- your first times shouldn't be here."

"This place is about as good as any," Uma declared, and then before Mal could gripe some more- "Can we get rid of these mushrooms or what?"

"Certainly," Ceiling Doorknob chirped, and another small door appeared in the stone wall, revealing the same meadow.

With a sigh, Uma got up and started emptying out their backpacks, Carlos seeming lost to the world.

"Alright," Mal sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Who's next?"

"Hmm… I think you will do," Ceiling Doorknob said, turning his focus on her.

"How?" Mal asked. "I don't have any keys."

"Yet," Doorknob hummed. "You'll figure it out. It wouldn't be a trial if it was easy."

"Yeah, no shit," Mal huffed, looking around her room.

There was a beat before a house appeared on a sort of pedestal, her room stretching wide to accommodate it. There were steps leading up to it, raising it to about waist height.

"No lock," Mal said, looking at the door.

"You could try going inside," Ceiling Doorknob drawled, thoroughly unimpressed with the half Fae.

Mal chose to roll her eyes right back at him, ascending the stairs with a stubborn tilt of her head.

"Ben, what's next?" Audrey asked as Mal leaned into the house to look around. "In the story, I mean. What comes after the Sea of Tears?"

"Umm… I think she met Tweedledee and Tweedledum?" Ben offered, brows drawn in a concerned look. "But I don't think it was in a house."

"Then what was after that?" Mal asked as she stepped inside.

Immediately, the door slammed shut behind her.

"Mal?!" Jay's playful air completely evaporated upon losing sight of their leader. "Can you hear us?"

"I can hear you fine!" Mal said. "It's just a dumb, boring house, and- hey!"

"What?" Ben asked, all of them tensing. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fucking naked is what's wrong," Mal griped. "Wonderland stole my damn clothes."

"And that is why we wore stuff we didn't care about losing," Jay said, seeming to calm somewhat. "Do you see any locks?"

"Big fat 'nope' to that," Mal grumbled. "The furniture seems to have vanished, so that's weird-"

"Mal," Ben cut in, a thread of worry in his voice. "I um- I think the house is shrinking."

Now that he had pointed it out, Evie could see it. Could see the roof slowly coming down, the wide perimeter of the house drawing in along with the pedestal it rested on.

"Mal, you need to get out of there," Jay said, pressed up against the glass.

"I'm trying!" Mal urged, and even from her distance, Evie could see the doorknob shaking, like Mal was fumbling with it from the other side. "I'll have to try a different door."

"Just hurry!"

"Calm down," Audrey sighed. "We wouldn't have two sex trials and then suddenly have a life-threatening situation. This is just like the story, right?"

"Right!" Ben said, latching onto that. "It's um- the white rabbit's house. Lady Alice grew to a giant size and got stuck."

"So this time instead of Mal growing, they're shrinking the house instead," Audrey deduced. "Don't worry about it."

"You don't worry about it!" Mal hissed. "I don't want to be stuck inside a damn house!"

But that seemed to be what was happening. The place was shrinking faster now, closing in on itself at a rapid pace.

"Fucking hell," Mal groaned when it got to be about her height and kept shrinking.

She would have to hunch now, or take a seat, and Evie watched with bated breath as Mal's hands appeared through two upper windows on either side of the house, slowly pushing their way outside. Her feet joined not long after, but they weren't at the bottom of the house. They seemed to be threaded through two mid windows. Evie didn't realize what position that would put her in until she saw Mal's breasts strain and eventually pop through the windows right in front of her, her legs dangling down, bent at the knees, meaning her crotch was likely pressed right against the door.

All they had to do was remove that small barrier of wood and it would be right there, on display, like its own vulgar offering.

And then that seemed to happen, Evie literally gasping at the set of Mal's flushed and dripping folds that seemed to bulge out through the diminished doorframe.

"Oh look," the doorknob drawled. "You found the lock."

"But I don't have a key, you fucker," Mal hissed, wriggling in frustration. She was truly trapped, and Evie could only see her face through the small window at the very top of the house.

Luckily, the doorknob didn't seem to take offense at his. "Oh, it would seem that you don't. Well, no matter, I can fix that."

And then between one moment and the next Uma was in Mal's room, dressed in an aqua dominatrix outfit.

At least, Evie assumed that's what it was. There was a lot of leather and straps and um- the crotch was missing, so-

"Dipshit," Mal grumbled. "Uma doesn't have a key."

"Yes, not in this form," Ceiling Doorknob agreed. "But I suppose special allowances can be made."

Uma tensed. "What kind of special allowances are you-" Her clit surged not unlike Evie's had, and low and behold, there was a hard dick wavering between Uma's legs. "Fuck," Uma cursed, doubling over at the sudden change. "Shit."

"Thought you would get away without having to put it in a lock, didn't you?" the doorknob sniffed. "But trials are trials, and I said every key had to go in a lock."

"What?" Mal hissed as the house seemed to close in on her a little more, making her boobs seem even more tantalizing. "Do you have a mer-dick or something?"

"That's um- exactly right, actually," Uma said, straightening up. "Though I guess I'll get to use it on you now, princess."

Mal made a face. "Don't call me that," she hissed. "And hurry up already."

"I think," Uma began, pressing her hands against the house so she could lean in like a taunt. "I will take my sweet fucking time, thanks. And I'll call you whatever I want." Ever so slowly, she lowered one of her hands, tracing Mal's wet folds in a sort of aimless tease. "Feeling excited, princess?"

"Uma," Mal groaned, shivering.

"That's my name," Uma drawled, grinning. She eased a finger into Mal, stretching her out nice and slow while the half-Fae shivered. "You feel real good on my hand, princess. You'll feel even better on my dick."

Mal shuddered. "I'm not a princess."

"You're my princess," Uma growled, leaning in to nuzzle Mal's breasts, letting her lips brush against pink nipples without the promise for anything greater. "You were always my princess. Since the first time I saw you, I knew. Knew I'd fight and kill for this girl."

"Uma," Mal gasped as another finger was worked into her.

"I knew I was nothing in comparison," Uma hummed, working her hand in a steady rhythm while Mal twitched against her. "Daughter of Ursula raised to be a kitchen wench. I was under no delusions of what I had to offer, but…" She leaned down, finally taking Mal's nipple between her teeth and giving it a firm suck, the other pale mound cupped in her free hand so she could massage and tease her. "I had planned to fight for it," Uma said, easing in another finger.

"Uma," Mal moaned, seeming unable to say anything else. "Uma, Uma-"

"Just like that, princess," Uma said with a smirk, giving that hardened nipple a soft kiss. "I had planned to prove myself to you, and then you dumped a fucking bucket of shrimp on my head." She started to move her hand faster now, rougher, but Mal seemed to live for it, nonstop moans pouring from her mouth. "That's when I knew I really had to work. I couldn't let you dismiss me. If you didn't think I was tough, I just had to prove otherwise. So I fought. I built a crew; I didn't let anyone tear me down." She leaned down again, biting at Mal's flushed nipple. "Not even you."

"I- I was worried about losing power," Mal groaned. "I had to- my mom said I had to nip it in the bud-"

"Well you certainly spurred my interest," Uma purred. "Knew one day I had to have you. Didn't even know how big my dick would get, but I knew I was going to fuck you too."

Mal let out a rough moan that struck hard at Evie's core.

"Can we get rid of this?" Uma aimed the question at the doorknob, motioning to the house. "Gonna need a bit more flexibility to properly insert my key, if you know what I mean."

The doorknob didn't answer, but the house seemed to melt away, getting replaced with a bed.

Mal was tied to the headboard with straps, her arms up over her head, her legs out and wide, bent at the knees in an M pose. She was just as inviting as before, and Evie ached for it. She wanted- she wished that was her, even if she shouldn't want that. Even if her training had urged her to stay away from other girls, it was Mal, and Evie wanted-

"There we go," Uma said, running her hands up Mal's inner thighs before shifting to trail up her hips, her waist, cupping her breasts again with a firm squeeze. "You make yourself be so strong for everyone else. Make yourself be in charge so they don't have to, but I'm gonna be the one taking care of you now, okay princess?"

"Uma," Mal moaned as the captain started pushing into her, her folds seeming to twitch invitingly as they stretched around Uma's girth. "Please-"

"You don't have to ask," Uma said, staring down at Mal. "You've never had to ask, Mal. I would have always been there if you wanted it."

"Fuck," Mal said, low and dark. "I was such an idiot."

"We were kids on the Isle," Uma soothed, urging the rest of herself inside Mal until she was fully inside her warmth. "It's not exactly a place where you can hope to make friends. Assuming everyone was out to screw you is one of the best survival mechanisms."

"If I had known you wanted to um- actually screw me," Mal huffed, her eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy. "I would have fucking let it happen."

"Yeah, you would of," Uma hummed, starting up a slow pace, fucking Mal in nice, easy movements. "And it would have been damn amazing. Spend the day causing chaos, stealing and fighting and being so tough, and you would have spent the night with your legs over my shoulders, letting my mouth pleasure you real good."

"Fuck," Jay said, seeming dazed. "Holy shit, Uma."

"Should have given her a fucking chance," Harry growled, his expression flushed as he watched his captain in action.

"Did you know about this?" Jay asked, a question that burned in Evie's chest as well.

"'Course I did," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "She's my captain."

So much history. They- all of them, even Gil, they'd been running around with each other, surviving and fighting on the Isle for years. There was years of antagonism and tension building between them, whereas Evie-

She'd only been running with Mal's crew for a few months before they were summoned to Auradon. She'd spent so much of her life locked up in her mother's castle, training. She would never really have what they had, what Mal and Uma had. What Mal and Jay had. Or Carlos, or even Harry and Gil. They didn't really know her, there hadn't really been time.

It was why as touching as Mal's speech to Ben had been, the one she'd made when they all got together, Evie couldn't help but feel hollow. Because Mal thought she was the greatest person in the world but didn't actually know Evie. She didn't know how weak she was. How little it had taken for her mother to break her. How much she had wanted to make her proud.

Evie had yearned for two things for the majority of her life. One was her mother's approval, and one was to experience the world outside the walls of her castle. To talk to other people. She just wanted to be let in, but instead she found herself shoved up on this impossible pedestal, because Evie was about as far from perfect as it got, but Mal didn't seem to think so.

Maybe that was why she had been so terrified by the prospect of sex.

Well, that and her mother's training.

"Uma," Mal was gasping, the captain nuzzling her throat, peppering pale skin with kisses as she fucked Mal with a steadfast determination that made Evie ache. There was no question that she was hard inside her own clothes, her stupid dick swelling and wet, her own folds leaking, and her heart hurt, because Mal seemed so contented with Uma, and Evie might not ever be able to give that to her.

"Hey," Doug whispered, nudging her hand. "Are you okay?"

Evie had to swallow around the lump in her throat, blinking when she realized there was a sudden heat in her eyes. She turned, and even though she could still hear Mal and Uma enthusiastically go at it, Uma calling Mal her princess, saying she was lovely, saying she felt good, things seemed a little better.

She wanted to watch, but she wasn't sure she could live with knowledge of how Mal looked when she orgasmed without ever being able to witness it again.

"I'm fine," Evie murmured, her voice sounding small.

Doug drifted closer towards her, curling an arm around her shoulder. "It's… I know this is probably a lot but I- I promise, whatever happens to us, whatever our trial is, I um- I'll do my best to make sure it's easy on you."

It was a generous and an altogether Doug-like thing to say. It was kind that he assumed she was terrified of the prospect of sex and wasn't falling apart because of her own hang-ups. Kind of him to offer that promise despite the unpredictable nature of Wonderland.

"Thank you, Doug," Evie said, carefully wiping at her cheeks to capture any tears that threatened to spill. "I um- this is just…"

"A lot," Doug murmured, seeming to understand. "Yeah, I get it. I um- we didn't know about Uma's- you know."

Evie tensed. "Yeah, we didn't either," she said. "In her defense, she probably would never have acted on it."

Evie could only assume.

"Yeah," Doug said, not sounding entirely sure. "I mean, with Harry, we knew Uma and Gil were a given, it just-"

"Ancient history," Evie said. "There's always a fine line between love and hate."

"Yeah," Doug sighed. "I guess I sort of just misjudged which one of those it leaned towards."

For a moment they just sort of stood there, taking comfort in the solidarity of those whose worlds had been changed. On an intellectual level, Evie knew that Mal and Uma were making the most of their given situation the same way Ben had with Harry, the same way Carlos had with Uma himself. If they fought it, things got worse, so they weren't fighting it.

An illogical part of Evie wished they would put up a token effort, though. Harry had done that much.

"Another key found it's lock!" the doorknob cheered, drawing Doug and Evie's focus back towards the center of the room. "You may now dispose of the additional contraband."

Mal had been released from her bindings now and was cuddled into Uma's side, seeming entirely done with the world. Uma paused long enough to kiss her, something Mal eagerly melted into before the captain reluctantly pulled away, turning to deal with Mal's bag of greenery.

Evie wished that was her. Hated the fact that even if it had been, she might not have been able to make it that far at all.

As it was, she could barely even kiss Mal, despite desperately wanting to.

"Next trial!" Ceiling Doorknob declared, its voice seeming to echo through the room. Evie found that she wasn't ready when its gaze landed on her and Doug, was probably less prepared now than she had been earlier, but perhaps that was the point. "Ah, yes. I think you two shall do just fine."

"Okay, then," Doug said, his voice soft as he offered his hand out to Evie. "Here's to um- finding the right lock for my key?"

"Yeah," Evie said, her voice sounding a little distant. "Here's to finding it."

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It seemed that they got a house as well.

There was no lock, no door even, and there didn't seem to be any real cues as how to proceed aside from exploring the space for themselves.

"Well." Doug swallowed, giving her fingers a careful squeeze. "Into the breach?"

"Yes, I think so," Evie murmured.

"Just like, shout if you need us," Jay said, hovering anxiously at the edge of his partition. Audrey had moved to a different glass wall, the one closest to Gil and Chad, who seemed to be slowly waking up. "We support you all the way, Evie."

"Yeah," Carlos murmured from where he was curled up on his bed. "We love you no matter what, okay?"

Evie did her best to summon her usual calm smile, pointedly not looking over to where Mal was passed out in Uma's arms. "Thanks guys."

"I'm um- not sure what this one is," Ben said. "It looks like the rabbit's house again, but I thought the flowers were supposed to be next."

"Knowing our luck, the flowers will be in the house," Audrey murmured. "Let us know if you find a garden or something."

"Or just keep shouting," Jay said. "Fuck, I hate not being able to see you."

Evie could relate, considering how unhappy she'd felt when Mal had gone into her house. But now she couldn't help but be grateful for the seclusion.

"Come on," Doug said, tugging her forward. "Let's see what they have in store for us."

They walked into a living room that seemed entirely bare, much like Mal's house had been. There was nothing that seemed to act like a lock, which was worrying. Evie kept her gaze on the ceiling, wondering if it would close in on them, if she and Doug would be forced to have sex in a shrinking house, and then a staircase appeared beside them.

"See anything?!" Jay shouted from outside.

"I think it wants us to go upstairs!" Doug yelled back. "Um…"

"Hopefully it won't shrink in the meantime," Evie murmured, vocalizing both their fears, and with that, they made their way up the staircase.

They found their way into a quaint bedroom that actually had furniture – a vanity and a window that looked out onto that sunny meadow from before. There was a large bed backed against one of the walls, and before they had a chance to look around, the door slammed shut behind them.

Doug immediately went to try it, only to find there was no knob at all.

"Well, I guess we're stuck in here," he said somewhat nervously. He pressed his ear against the door and frowned, pulling back with a swallow. "I can't hear the others."

"They probably can't hear us either," Evie murmured, not sure if she was relieved or not.

Something seemed to glint in the corner of her eye, and Evie found herself drawn over to the vanity near the windowsill. There, she saw what seemed to be a music box, with a large, notable lock right in the middle.

"That's too small, even by the standards from Ben and Harry's room," Doug said when he drew beside her. "Maybe there's something-"

A jolt, and the ceilings seemed to rise.

No, not just the ceilings, everything seemed to be getting bigger.

Instead of the house shrinking, it was expanding, making Doug and Evie shrink in comparison.

"Hurry!" Evie said, tugging Doug on top of the vanity while they could still reach it.

"Right," Doug said, holding onto her.

It was easy to get intimidated while the world surged around them, growing until it seemed to be a giant's home. Comparatively, Doug and Evie were like dolls, and the music box that was once slight was now gigantic.

"Well," Doug swallowed, wandering over towards the now appropriately-sized lock. "That um- takes care of one problem, I guess."

"Okay." Evie tried to calm her racing heart, her dick throbbing hard in her panties.

The doorknob said every 'key' needed to be put in a lock. It had even called Uma out for a dick she didn't have in human form. Obviously, Evie would be required to fuck something, even if it wasn't necessarily this.

"I'm um… going to give you some privacy," she declared, mind working frantically. "I'll just go over there." She pointed towards the windowsill, where a small planter held a host of flowers. Ben had mentioned something about that, right? Maybe she could find something to fuck there. "Come and get me when you're done?"

"Okay," Doug said, blushing furiously as he started to undo his pants. "Just um- shout if you need me, okay? I don't really like splitting up."

"I won't be that far," Evie promised. "And it's- this is totally okay. It's just a trial, right? You have absolutely no judgements from me."

For a moment Doug paused, offering her a relieved sort of smile. "Thank you," he murmured. "I um- I know I'm not your first choice, but I'm glad to be here with you. This is- it's crazy, and I knew it'd be crazy going in, just-"

"I get it," Evie soothed, squeezing his shoulder. "And I'm glad you're here with me too."

She had always found Doug's presence comforting – his steadfast kindness and quiet goofiness its own sort of joy. She'd been worried when he and Audrey had first started hanging out, but she felt a lot better when she realized the other princess adored the dwarf-kin. Which was good, because Doug deserved the best. He deserved love and support and people who would fight for him.

Evie would be willing to, even if it wasn't necessary. People like Doug deserved such things.

Doug flushed, and she knew that heat was echoed in her own features, knew that there was something unfathomable growing between them. It made Evie duck out while she could, giving Doug's shoulder one last squeeze before she turned away and started walking.

She needed to leave before she was tempted to look back. Tempted to see how big Doug really was.

Evie climbed up onto the windowsill, trying to get a better view of the flowers in the planter. She made it about two steps before she saw a familiar flash of pink in her peripherals, and she turned in time to see the full petals of one of the sex flowers descending towards her, capturing her in its bloom.

"Shit," she hissed as the tongue – now huge – curled around her in a slimy, thick hug. She could feel the plant reorienting itself so that it was upright, though the petals stayed closed around her, leaving her trapped inside the huge bloom.

That in itself was worrisome, but it seemed that in addition to the thick tongue there were dozens of thin, vine-like tendrils that were already stirring to life, some curling around her boots before they unceremoniously yanked them away.

"Hey," Evie snapped, struggling in her hold. The goo from the tongue of the plant had felt warm before, but now that it was liberally coating her, Evie felt like she was on fire. Felt her groin and dick pulse furiously, echoing its own wetness. She could feel the slime permeate her clothes, slink under her bra until her nipples ached, swelling and throbbing like foreign things, and Evie couldn't even care about that because the dumb vines were pulling her leggings off.

"Stop," she hissed, but they didn't care. They continued to drag off the soaked material in a sort of tease until she felt the vines curl into waist of her panties, making Evie's breath catch.

"Stop, wait-" Evie said, but those were dragged off too, letting her dick finally pop free. It tented against the wet material of her skirt, throbbing and aching from its confinement, and Evie had no time to address the issue before she found her wrists wrapped in vines.

She was repositioned with a tug, and Evie flushed when she realized she was straddling the edge of the thick tongue, her legs stretched wide as her folds were pressed into the huge, wet presence. She moaned at the feel of direct contact, felt herself swelling and gushing the same way she had back at the lake, or in Gil's room. It was so much more intense now because it was everywhere, on her inner thighs, against the underside of her dick, pushing into her with a relentless squish that left her writhing.

And then she was being dragged forward, her hips ground down on the full length of the tongue before she was being dragged back, the thick thing catching between her cheeks.

Evie gasped when she felt her entrance grind against the tongue, felt it twitch and stretch wide, just like she'd trained it to. She was horrified before she was shifted forward again, her groin being attacked, folds quivering, and around and around it went.

She didn't know how long it lasted before she felt herself about to fall apart. At some point her skirt had been plastered against her waist, leaving her heavy dick to bob free. She could see it getting redder and redder, the top leaking nonstop. One firm pump would probably have her lose it, and she wanted to. Fuck, she wanted to find some kind of release. This was a nightmare, one that felt too good, and she just wanted some relief.

"Please," Evie begged, her breath coming in gasps. "Please, let me go. I just want to-"

She gasped when she felt the vines fall away, and for a moment she thought she would be allowed to find her own pleasure. She was actually going to touch herself and be done with it, but then-

But then she was falling, the flower bending over until it deposited her back onto the ground with a wet squelch.

Evie blinked, wet and hot and aching all over, clothes and hair completely soaked through, and realized she had been set in the planter of all places.

"Ew, what kind of flower is that?"

Evie jolted, staring up wildly to see a bunch of flowers looking down at her. They seemed to have faces sort of, or face-like things molded into their petals, and all of them were staring at her like she had barged in unwanted.

"It's an ugly one, isn't it?" a tulip seemed to say, its leaves curling around Evie's ankle and dragging her forward, into their garden. "Just look at her petals."

It tugged at her skirt, Evie flushing as she tried to push it back down. "That's not a petal, it's my clothes," she tried to explain, flushing. "I'm not a-"

"Clothes?" a daisy echoed. "Oh, like what they put on us when there might be a freeze."

"Well, get those off of her," a rose harrumphed. "We can't properly evaluate her if they're in the way."

Evie froze. "But-"

Leaves, everywhere, wrestling off her skirt and unzipping her jacket. Dragging off her shirt and bra while they tittered to each other.

"There," the rose said, shoving Evie back onto one of its big leaves and holding her up for all of them to see. "Now we can get a better look at her."

"Look at her stems!" the daisy giggled, feeling up the inside of Evie's legs, pressing them wide. "They're so weirdly shaped!"

"And her stamen!" a lily said, the tips of its leaves curling around Evie's nipples and tugging at them, making her breasts bounce. "They're so small and oddly colored."

"They-" Evie gasped, trying not to get overwhelmed by the bursts of want that coursed through her with each tweak of her nipples. "They aren't um- stamen-"

"Of course they are," the rose sniffed. "What else would they be?"

"The filament is so big," the tulip said, squeezing Evie's breasts. "So fat and unsightly."

"Yes, she really is an ungainly thing," the rose said, making Evie's breath catch.

She knew it was harmless, knew it wasn't even real, but the words took her back to the Isle, back to her mother's office, to the days she'd have Evie strip down so she could inspect every possible flaw to be corrected. Review everything that could be wrong because Evie was never quite pretty. Her stomach was always just a little too round or her butt a little too big or her arms too muscular, and she was always wrong, it was like she didn't want to be perfect.

"And look at her pistil!" the lily crowed, tugging on Evie's dick. "It's so big. Look how huge it is compared to her petals."

"Yes, they're quite small," the daisy murmured, the leaves spreading her wet folds wide, teasing at them. "And they're all wet."

"Truly an ugly flower," the lily declared, still pumping Evie's length.

There were leaves everywhere – teasing her nipples and groping her breasts and toying with her groin and pumping her dick faster and faster.

"Look," the lily murmured. "Her pistil's getting so big. I bet she's about to pollinate!"

"Don't let her do it here!" the rose ordered. "Then we'd get more of her disgusting kind."

"Wouldn't it be awful to cross-pollinate with this thing?" the daisy giggled. "She'll make the ugliest buds."

"No one would cross-pollinate with her if they had the choice," the rose sniffed, sounding just like Evie's mother.

If she wasn't perfect, she'd never be able to get a prince, and Evie was royalty. She needed to get a prince, she had no other purpose.

"Please," Evie whimpered, feeling a sudden heat built behind her eyes. "Please, stop-"

"Fat!" the lily giggled.

"Ungainly!" another said, squeezing Evie's thighs.

"Ugly, ugly, ugly," the rose tutted, all of their voices seeming to layer over one another until it was a wall of criticisms, loud and awful and Evie couldn't stop them, couldn't even make them stop touching her, felt herself get wetter as helpless tears poured down her face, a sob swallowed in her throat because good princesses didn't cry, it was like she wanted to be punished.

"Stop!" A voice – Doug's voice – yelled from down below, and the flowers seemed so startled that they dropped Evie, her descent slowed by their leaves until at last she was back on the ground. "You're all horrible flowers!" Doug continued as he wrapped an arm around Evie's waist, dragging her into his side. "And none of you could ever be as beautiful as Evie!"

"Well, I never," the rose huffed, but Doug didn't care, more consumed with getting a crying Evie off of the windowsill down onto a dresser and safely moving until they could no longer hear the flowers crying out behind them.

It was for the best, probably, but Evie couldn't dwell on it. She was too busy crying, knowing it had all fallen apart.

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Endnotes:

Thanks to everyone for the feedback! Yeah, poor Evie can't seem to catch a break, but it will be alright in the end, I promise :) We're close to the finale though, and there'll only be one more fic in this chaotic series. Thanks to everyone who has stuck around so far, I really appreciated it!

Story notes:

WARNING – Derogatory Comments/Verbal Abuse – In the last scene, Evie deals with the garden of living flowers on her own. They spend their time inspecting her, talking about what an ugly flower she is while she tries to get them to stop. If you would prefer to avoid this, please look for this line in the last scene:

"Ew, what kind of flower is that?"

You can jump back in at the paragraph that starts with:

"Stop!" A voice – Doug's voice – yelled from down below, and the flowers seemed so startled that they dropped Evie…

Until next time