AN the first, last, and only probably. I don't own HP or its world, only my original characters (such as Alra) and plot(s). This 'story' will be released in single, one-shot-like chapters, or omake-style chapters (as I see fit in a given while), and released 'occasionally'. Interpret that how you will, but I mean it as 'when I want to post but it's not time for my other scheduled posts'. The topic of each 'chapter' (or at least chapters with different names) will be different, and have different subjects and characters involved.
They are set in 'a version' of the Friends with Benefits story I am also publishing, but are non-canon to that story (the timelines mostly wouldn't add up, but there are other issues too). Consider them 'could-have-beens', if you wish, because I intend them that way. This chapter, however, may be considered as 'canon' in that 'verse.
TRIGGER warnings: None really, but be aware this chapter contains some sexuality with a minor (Luna is 14 at this time, as it takes place during her 4th year). It also involves a plant... or plant-girl. Yes, that means them together.
SPOILER alert, if you aren't caught up on FwB: this chapter relates to things Luna says around chapter... 50, I think. That's far ahead of where I've published, or will any time soon. So go ahead and read... just forget about it afterward unless you want to have a clue for several hints Luna drops in Harry's lap. I was going to release this much, much later (after that reveal), but... meh. Whatever. I don't want to release my other one-shots and omake that I've got on The Patron Site until they've been out a bit longer.
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When Luna met Alra; a FwB Side-Story
Luna Lovegood was used to being alone. Even when she was a young child, her mother, Selene, and her father, Xenophilius, would allow her to wander the house and even yard with just enough supervision to keep her safe and healthy. As she grew, that supervision slowly declined as it was less needed. By the age of eight, Luna was perfectly capable of walking the mile and a half 'over the hills' to her best and only friend, Ginny Weasley's house and back.
At the age of nine, her mother had died due to an experiment gone horribly awry, right in front of Luna, who had dashed to help her with the first cry of alarm.
That trauma had caused her, she now knew, to drift away from others far more than her otherwise merely quirky personality would have indicated. Luna knew she was different, and she didn't care to change. It wasn't that she was insane, or loony, or even particularly gifted at seeing things others could not. No, Luna Lovegood knew her gifts well, and it wasn't being a secret prophetess, or reading auras, or anything as strange as that.
No, no, nothing so simple or easy to describe, or pass off as a magical gift. Luna Lovegood's most-particular, unique, and useful power was the ability to see things with a different outlook than most others would. A unique perspective. No child, no matter how precocious, adventurous, brave, or intelligent should have to watch their own mother torn to pieces by wild, unexplainable magic, after all.
That early grasp of mortality, of danger, and the terrible, wondrous beauty inherent in magic and even life itself to some extent gave Luna Lovegood a perspective many would not develop shy of their ninth or tenth decade, if they ever did. Life was short, too short, to not enjoy while one could.
So all her foibles, strange comments, oddly insightful observations, and general 'loonyness', as Ginny's brother Ronald had once described it, were not coming from a place most people would understand.
She was most certainly not crazy. Luna had been tested, and remembered the entire incident quite well, thank you. However, what Luna was was far more important than what she was not. Not crazy, not insane, not a seeress, not an aura-reader, or even truly an empath (though she did consider herself quite empathetic, as only a trauma survivor could be).
What Luna Lovegood was... was someone who had a carefully crafted and maintained ability to throw chaos into the lives of other people. A dash here, a dash there, a kick in the pants there, a metric fuck-tonne at just the right moment in that weak spot as someone was breaking down or distracted.
All in an effort to help others learn to not take themselves, to take life, so damned seriously.
It worked more often than not, too, even if the side-effect was that most of the people Luna Lovegood interacted with on a regular basis thought she was, in fact, insane.
A small price to pay for her own particular brand of amusement, and the personal growth that occurred in others as the boundaries of their minds were forced to stretch and grow thanks to her.
On this night, though, this one particular mid-spring evening, it was going to be Luna's turn for a bit more growth.
To set the scene, imagine a girl of fourteen, just hitting the true onset of puberty. She had already begun 'noticing boys' some two years earlier, and 'noticing girls' a few months before that. Five years earlier, her mother had died, and Luna had learned to deal with that the best way she knew how. She did not know it then, but on the first day of school the next term, after an amazing summer, she would not only rekindle her relationship with her best and truest friend, Ginny, but meet several other people who would become great and true friends, too. Some of them lovers, and a precious few something more.
That, though, was in the future, some months, and even years ahead. Luna, for all her insight and ability to read patterns in the way the universe moved, would never have predicted any of that. So, at this moment in time, she was alone.
The evening air was warm for once, with the smell of honeysuckle, wildflowers, and berries thick in the air of the Forbidden Forest as she explored. The sun had not yet sunken below the distant horizon, and beams of soft, warm, golden light filtered through the thick canopy and trees of the forest itself, casting the area about Luna in a fey, mesmerizing glow.
She was used to being alone, but in that moment, Luna Lovegood wished she had a friend to share the beauty of the world with.
Of course, being alone had its perks, too.
If other people were around, they would be uncomfortable with the girl's state of dress. Probably, anyway, Luna couldn't have said for sure, but that seemed likely. Her shoes and socks were carried with hooked fingers in one hand, while her skirt, underwear, shirt, and robes- she was still small enough that she wore a bra only rarely- carefully bundled and carried in the crook of her other arm. Aside from the hair-tie that kept her cornsilk locks from resting directly on her back as she walked through the soft forest loam, Luna was quite naked.
Some people would say a fourteen year old girl, naked in the forest, was asking for trouble.
Maybe she was. Luna was just that sort of girl. But she was also the sort of girl who was not afraid of a little trouble. Even if she died, she would at least see her mother again. The only reason Luna Lovegood would not want to die, in fact, would be the grief and loss her father would experience. But even that, she knew, would pass. Not that the witch would not defend herself to the best of her ability. She did passably well in Defense, and could sling a spell from her wand decently. It was ready to go, stuffed through the hair at the back of her head where it gathered into her hair-tie. Dropping her shoes or robes would be enough to free up a hand to reach it.
But even though she was alone, nude, in the dangerous forest, Luna felt no fear.
She felt only peace and a strange, sad longing in the pastoral glow of the springtime sun. A light breeze stirred the leaves overhead, but beneath the canopy, Luna felt the air was still, calm, even a bit stifling, just over the line into uncomfortably musty and warm, but not unbearably so.
She had been this deep in the forest before, but never this far west. Toward the lake, she knew there as an Acromantula colony. That place, she gave a wide berth. Suicide was not Luna's idea of a good time, and being bitten by highly dangerous giant spiders whose venom was said to cause excruciating pain as it paralyzed was, she imagined, not a pleasant way to go.
Never having been in this particular part of the forest, it wasn't much of a surprise that the young witch found herself in a clearing she had never seen before. Twenty, maybe twenty-five feet across, almost perfectly round, a single flower-bud rested in the middle with feeler vines coming out from it.
That was not unusual, flowers grew in the forest all the time. Casting her eyes about, Luna could count no fewer than seven hundred different blooms in her field of vision. This flower, though, was different. Not just a wildflower, four to eight inches tall, this bud, for all that it was still closed and young-looking despite the late hour, stood at the height of Luna's elbows. She was neither short nor particularly tall for a girl of her age, though perhaps a bit thin, so she estimated the bud to be roughly three and a half feet to the highest point.
The leaves were long, about as large as her face, but stretched a bit longer, with jagged, saw-like edges, and a deep green similar to pine on one side, with a lighter outside. The petals themselves were a dark purple, almost indigo, and looked from a distance like soft felt. Here, with the clearing open to the sky as the larger foliage gave the bloom its space, Luna could see that the horizon was starting to purple too, past the orange stage, though plenty of sunlight still streamed in.
She should be getting back soon, Luna knew, if she wanted dinner. But it could wait, curiosity must have its due.
The witch stepped forward, carefully but not fearfully. She didn't want to damage the wildflowers that littered the clearing, or the thicker feeler-vines as she investigated this strange, new plant. Her father, while he preferred creatures, would have been most disappointed if he learned that she hadn't. Of course, Luna wanted very much to find out what this strange new plant was, too. Its stem was perhaps as big as her torso across, a mere foot or so long, so that most of the plant's height was the future bloom. She counted, as she stepped closer and then circled the mysterious growth, fifteen or perhaps sixteen feelers. She couldn't be sure of an exact count, as the vines slowly moved and twisted through the grass, as if searching for something.
Tentatively, Luna reached out a hand then to feel the velvety softness of the petals. They were almost rose-like in texture, soft but faintly bristled. Luna smiled to herself, and leaned in to wrap her arms around the flower.
Yes, as she had thought, the texture of it felt quite good as it rubbed against her sensitive nipples. A bit reluctantly, for it had been pleasant, she let go and stood tall again. Slowly, a thoughtful expression came over her face. "What are you?" she murmured to herself, then set her clothing down. "I've never seen a plant like you. But you are very nice to look at, and your scent is..."
Luna inhaled deeply, a dreamy expression many of her peers would be familiar with later stealing over her. "It's intoxicating."
With a soft grin, Luna found herself struck by lethargy. Not overpowering, just enough that she felt a rest would be in order before she returned to the castle-school of Hogwarts. That seemed a reasonable enough idea, so the fourteen year old turned and sat down, stretching her legs out in a wide V as she leaned back to rest her head against the velvety bud, which shifted slightly to accommodate her weight.
"Yes, that's nice."
A simple pronouncement. Almost as simple as her next. "That tickles," the girl said, idly watching, with no concern at all, as two of the slowly moving vines found her legs and started slithering up them, almost snake-like.
She watched, intrigued and amused, as first the left and then the right vine twined around her legs, underneath her ankles and knees where there was a little gap, and then higher. The right one finished first despite starting after, more sure in its movements, both making two loops around her thin, waifish legs as they went. Luna wiggled them, and found the grip firm but not too tight. She could probably escape if she wanted to, but for some reason she felt quite at ease, at peace, with what was happening. She just felt good, quiet... almost like she was in the arms of her mother again.
The only thing different was that her groin was tingling, and a heat she had grown increasingly familiar with the last two years had started to grow and spread in her belly.
The forest air was always inviting and intoxicating, the scent of pine and loam and mushrooms and oak along with all the flowers something that called to Luna's senses. Now, there was another layer that she had never quite felt before but was eager to experience more of, even as she felt more and more relaxed.
One vine, the left one, lifted up into the air at the tip, serpent-like, and wavered at around Luna's head level. She noted idly, utterly unconcerned, that it had a small hole at the end, and almost petal-like folds too. From that end, a small bit of yellowish liquid, like hot sap or maybe honey, dripped. "I wonder what that tastes like," she whispered thoughtfully, and lifted a fingertip to swipe some away.
The vine lurched and withdrew as she touched it, but didn't release her leg. Carefully, Luna brought the bit she had gotten to her mouth and set it on her tongue. "Hm. Doesn't taste like a toxin... it tastes rather... sweet. Almost like honeysuckle. Is that what I'm smelling...? It's tasty. I'd like more, if you don't mind. You don't need to be afraid."
As if it had understood her, slowly the vine moved forward again, from above her knee to about her waist, while the other, on the right, joined it. Both swayed there, the right one slightly lower, while Luna scooped up a bit more from the right vine. It didn't recoil, though it did flinch as she touched it. Luna sighed as that flavor, too, hit her tongue.
It was very similar, but the other bulb had a subtle difference in the flavor. Interesting, because it was a little thicker at the tip and the color was more white. Less sweet, more woody, she decided. "Mm. Might I try some more? I find I rather like both," Luna said with a soft, feminine giggle, though she would not have recognized it as such.
Without waiting for a reply, perhaps suspecting there would be none from what was a plant, Luna reached up this time to wrap her hands around a vine just before the slightly fatter tip. Both recoiled again, but she cooed, "Relax, sssh... I'm not going to hurt you. I just want... to taste..."
She tugged, and this time the right, fatter vine, though there was still some resistance, came closer to her face even as the plant matter around her leg there twisted a bit tighter. It wasn't yet uncomfortable, so Luna continued until she could smell the scent of the fluid that leaked in slightly more copious quantities now from both ends. Then she took hold of the one on her left, and pushed it against her lips.
It shrank bank, swelling as the bulb pulled away, but as Luna opened her mouth and it pushed inside anyway, there was a soft little pop. With a sensation almost like bubotuber puss being squeezed out, about three teaspoons worth of the same oily, semi-viscous liquid spurted into her mouth.
Luna's brilliant blue eyes fluttered and closed as the flavor, heady and strong, hit her taste buds. "Derriffus," she moaned around the tentacle, and pushed it a little deeper. A moment later, the vine ceased struggling to get away, and she felt the petal-like folds at the end open slightly.
A tingling, warm sensation flooded through the young witch from her oral cavity down, bringing with it a tightening of her nipples as it passed, pouring fuel on the spark in her belly until it roared into an inferno, and down, a wave of molten lava that was far more pleasure than pain until it passed through her bare toes. They twitched and shivered along with her as the rush of energy passed. In the torrential passing of... whatever that was, Luna looked down her body to see goose pimples all over her bare skin as if it was cold rather than a pleasantly warm spring day. A closer inspection, past the vine she still suckled on, showed that her genitals were engorged and leaking, too, like they did when she played with herself.
"Inferesthing," she murmured around the vine, careful not to bite it.
Despite her care, after a moment that vine pulled itself free, and a moment later, just as she was about to protest the loss of delicious, warm honey-flavor in her mouth, the thinner vine's tip was there, pressing at her soft, pink lips.
Luna grinned, and obliged, eager for more. As that vine too slipped inside, she soon noticed more of them slithering through the flowers and grass. What looked like all of the remaining vines were now headed her way, spread between a few feet off still to more than a dozen, but each with their own bulb-like ends lifted up into the air, pointing toward her.
As she noticed that strange phenomenon, she realized that the thinner vine wasn't simply resting in her mouth while she suckled on it. Instead, though her tongue and cheeks still prodded and poked as they had with the last one, literally teasing the goop out, it was thrusting, too. Sliding perhaps an inch and a half in, until it nuzzled at the thin flaps of skin between cavity and tonsils, tickling her uvula but not unpleasantly, before pulling back out until just the tip was inside.
All too soon, she thought, that one spurted out another dollop of the same fluid. But Luna didn't mind. After that, there was another one, and another one.
She lay there, basking in the warmth of the fading sun on her naked skin while bees swarmed the flowers and crickets began to chirp, for what was probably over an hour. One vine after another left its delicious taste in her mouth, and Luna greedily gulped it all down, one thick, oily load after another, until her stomach was starting to distend.
Eventually, she noticed that some of the vines she had already drained had returned too, so Luna was able to get even more of the stuff she now craved. The fluid that made her whole body full with tingling, tickling, warmth and pleasure.
Luna Lovegood didn't make it back into the castle before breakfast, but she had so much in her stomach at the time that she didn't notice missing an entire meal.
Nor did her associates, those few who would dare call themselves such for fear of ridicule by their other peers in the House of the Wise, think anything was strange or unusual about her dopey, blissful expression.
Luna Lovegood knew just one thing for certain about that strange experience: she was absolutely going to repeat it. Soon.
Luna turned away from the locked and sealed door of the Ravenclaw Common Room, a faint, lost-looking smile on her lips, she quickly broke into a cheerful skip.
What had begun more than three and a half years ago, the low-key bullying (though Luna preferred to think of it as a more benign sort of thing, such as those dratted Nargles), was simply continuing as it had since she had begun her tuition at Hogwarts. Some might have thought she would be put out, rather than smiling about it all. Some people, those ones Luna thought of as her own personal Nargles, might be put out instead that she was so blatantly not upset by their behavior, or how it inconvenienced the quirky blonde. In fact, those same beings might even use her smiling in the face of discomfort as further reason to call her Loony.
Well, those people, in Luna's most humble but accurate opinion, were idiots.
At worst, they simply had no idea of the harm their actions could do, were she someone else other than Luna Lovegood. The trauma it could cause, and the regret they would (hopefully) feel later in life for their actions.
At best, they were simply too misinformed to have an accurate assessment of how, or why, Luna could possibly smile through the supposed tribulation of not being able to return to her dorm-room until after curfew.
How she viewed it on a given day was often a coin-toss, ranging somewhere between light bullying (light because they never actually harmed her, the worst she'd ever gotten was a threat or a missing item she eventually found later), to said threats while surrounded. Those almost made Luna worry for her life, but having the perspective gained from knowing her mother was gone, but that she might see her again if she died, made even that existential threat rather meaningless in her eyes.
Simply being locked out of the Ravenclaw Common Room might have once annoyed her, and used to make a scared, lonely elven year old Luna cry on occasion. Usually, these days, she remembered to keep a protected, hidden stash of clothing (especially warm socks and shoes) in a nearby disused store room should she need them, so even that was less effective. It had also given the younger version of herself a reason to explore the castle in a way that precious few she knew of (the very funny Weasley Twins, older brothers of her only true friend, Ginny, in Gryffindor, among them) had done.
More recently, as of a month and a half ago, Luna Lovegood had another reason than simply exploring and chatting with the many and varied portraits that lined every available hall or stairway in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A month and a half, or forty-six days ago, she had made a new friend.
One that made her insides squirm in the way a cute boy (Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley, and Harry Potter, all Gryffindors too), or Ginny Weasley, had started doing a couple of years earlier. One that she longed to see, because seeing her friend was just so fun.
It was...
It... was...
Hmm.
Luna paused, mid-step, about half-way down the fourth-floor corridor heading for the Grand Staircase at the center of Hogwarts for approximately thirty-two and nine-tenths of a second before resuming, her smile even wider than before.
It was, she had decided, something like a strawberry shortcake ice cream from the drug store in Ottery St. Catchpole on a warm summer's day, combined with 'practice kissing' Ginny Weasley for her (not Luna's, no, Ginny was the one who wanted to marry Harry Potter) future boyfriend, and snuggling up with her father to hear a tale of he and her mother's courtship, and learning about a new mystery to solve, all at once.
Plus, of course, a delicious meal. Mustn't forget that one.
In those forty-six days, Luna Lovegood had found a reason to visit her new friend twenty-one times. A few visits had only lasted an hour or two. Some had lasted all night. This one, she hoped, would be one of the latter, for she doubted they would have a chance to visit before the next year began. Term, after all, ended the day after next, and she would be busy the last day and night trying to find her missing possessions.
While not impossible to visit during summer, Luna would find it difficult, due to her and her father's excursion to the Swiss Alps, or wherever they were going next. While that was fun, a part of her now wondered if she wouldn't just rather stay here, and spend all day and night visiting her new friend.
Somehow, the thought was more attractive than it should have been. Luna Lovegood, after all, was not an idiot, no matter what people said of her. She was, in fact, highly intelligent, observant, and wise. She knew what her new friend was within a reasonable degree of certainty. It had taken her all forty-six days to figure it out, including many hours of research on the subject (some of which had earned her an O-grade on her Herbology exam for extra credit alone, this year, which would make her father confused but proud, she thought). But she knew, now, what her friend was.
That thought, while off-putting to some, actually made Luna Lovegood more excited to visit once more. Because, this time, more might happen.
Her friend was patient, and kind, for waiting this long, but it was in its- her- nature to wait until asked. Once permission was given, there would be no hesitation.
Luna was thrilled at the prospect, but it also scared her. Because she knew exactly what her friend would do, given that permission.
Still, with her excuse handed to her in the form of a locked and sealed door, she saw no reason to delay any longer. It was unlikely any future potential mate (she refused, even at fourteen, to think the words 'husband' or 'spouse', or even 'wife' in regards to her own possible future) would be too bothered, as long as they didn't know the whole story of what had happened. And if they were, well... that was their problem, wasn't it?
Luna didn't care. She didn't mind one bit, so why should they?
It was her life, and her body.
As she stepped out into the late evening air, Luna practically ran down the long steps onto the lawn of Hogwarts, and soon broke into what some might call an impressively ground-eating run. Whether she was being chased by some phantasm or merely eager for what was to come, it was hard to say. Only Luna, as always, seemed to know her own mind.
Some time later, after she had followed the well-worn path down to Hagrid's Hut and wandered into the increasingly less-used paths deeper into the Forbidden Forest, beyond the split in trails that would lead to the more peaceful western parts of the woods, or the Acromantula-infested central portion. Beyond that, Luna knew, the village of Hogsmeade lay.
That was not her destination, though. Instead, the young witch was making all due haste for the end of this very trail, because it was in doing so a little over six weeks before that she had met her friend in a wide, forgotten clearing at the center of which was a large, velvety flower bud.
Now, with spring further advanced, and with some of Luna's passion and, though she didn't know much about that part, DNA added, the flower was about a foot taller, and the lower leaves around it now circled the bud in a seven-layer wreath of deep green leaves similar to a fir tree in hue, but far wider and spiked at the edges. Luna knew, from experience, that those spines could be rigid or soft, seemingly at the flower's discretion.
The flower itself was different now, too. Slowly, over weeks, as it had grown the outer layers of petals had fallen away. With their passing and, Luna presumed, having either been consumed or blown away in one of the two storms that had passed since that first night, the softer inner petals of the massive flower had begun to bloom. She could not see the inside, for the topmost petals were a little over her head even when jumping, but a single yellow-brown stamen (or was it a pistil? She could never remember which was which, or witch for that matter), fluffy and layered, rose from the center for another foot and a half, before curling in on itself several times in a hand-sized spiral. Bees swarmed the stem, either way, lifting the yellowed pollen from it and zipping away to one hive or another. She was no expert on apicology, preferring more magical creatures for her study, but Luna suspected this one flower might carry more pollen than the entire clearing would have if it were blanketed in smaller blossoms.
Still, as intriguing as the strange features of the unusually aware, active plant were, it was not the blossom, the breeding, pollen, or even the attendant bees that interested Luna. She had stopped, as she usually did now, at the edge of the clearing, where her own trail had begun to be worn into it through frequent travel. There, the fourteen year old began to quickly and efficiently shed every bit of clothing she could, from the top down. Her hair-tie, Ravenclaw House tie, robes, shirt, and all the way down to her shoes and socks were folded and stacked neatly on a convenient large stone she had first used her wand to clean.
Some of the Nargles, she idly thought as she set her wand down atop the clothing, would have been impressed to see a mere fourth-year student perform even a simple cleaning charm without an incantation, but Luna knew it was nothing special. She'd been doing that spell since she was eleven, and often enough that it had simply become second nature. It wasn't as if her father did much of the tidying if she was around to do it, after all.
Luna basked in the star- and moon-light's silvery radiance as she stepped, naked as her first birthday, out into the clearing with her arms held open invitingly. Gingerly, carefully, she stepped over a dozen and a half vines, which ranged from as thick as her ankles to her pinky with most between three or four of her larger fingers thick, while keeping her eyes on the blossom. Even at night it was mostly open, but had not quite reached that phase yet.
It had not opened further, as far as Luna could tell, in the last two weeks, in fact. She could have been bothered by that, for it seemed the help she could provide was limited, but Luna knew that was just absurd. As absurd, or maybe even more, than her Housemates thought her. No... the plant-creature, her friend, had been waiting for her to be ready for more.
"I'm here, my friend," Luna said as she reached the wall of spiked leaves. Gently, carefully, she threaded one spindly arm through the upper ones to rest a hand, palm out and fingers splayed, on the velvety-soft, indigo petals.
Friend, the sense of warmth and companionship she had first experienced on her second visit spread from the skin of her hand down through her body. There were no words in the communication, not even in Luna's mind. Instead, she had quickly deduced in that first meeting that it was a form of empathy transmitting vague concepts of emotion. As time went on, and her visits continued, the emotions had become more refined, more human-like. They were still crude in a way, but Luna estimated that the creature's intelligence, or at least its ability to communicate and process emotions, was roughly the equivalent of a muggle house-dog, or perhaps a horse.
Now, for only the second time, she got a concept more than a mere emotion or idea of one. A feeling combined with mental images, solidifying and filled in by her own memories of friends. Ginny, first among them, but now the flower, too. Having experienced it at the end of their last meeting three days ago, Luna was not particularly surprised by this new mode of communication. In fact, she reveled in it. "Hello," the girl replied happily, thinking hard of how she felt around the plant, "I am happy to be here. I notice you have not bloomed more in some time. Are you okay?"
Seasons pass, the flower seemed to send to her, Warmtime and Notwarmtime cycle. Sated on smallfood.
For a few moments, Luna let herself ponder the meaning, dissecting the concepts the plant had sent back to her in a way a proper linguist might be both intrigued and alarmed by. Some seemed easy enough to decipher. Warmtime and Notwarmtime, for example, likely coincided with the diurnal cycle of day and night. Seasons, too, she imagined a flower or even animal would know. Sated... well, that was something she was fairly confident meant exactly what she thought it did. But smallfood? That was harder.
Eventually, Luna decided, with input from the flower in the form of memories of their last several encounters, that 'smallfood' meant the sustenance the flower was able to gain from her with that activity.
As pleasurable as it was for Luna, the flower seemed to be telling her that she could not grow larger off that amount of pleasure any longer.
"Ah, I think I see," the girl chirped, looking in several directions at the ground. All around the clearing, vines had begun to move around her, creeping and slithering closer. The first time this had happened, Luna was curious and amused, and later rapt with what the vines did to her.
Now, she took it in her stride, having expected it from the moment she decided to make this last trip of the term. "I see you want to continue anyway," Luna observed, "Well, I have some good news for you, Friend."
The flower sent back a simple concept, one that, for Luna, needed no translation for she knew it well: Curiosity.
The blonde grinned, "As much as I enjoy your smallfood, I too am ready for more. You can do what you wish of me."
All around her, a dozen and more of the long, snake-like vines lifted into the air all at once, and quickly surrounded the girl on all sides, even above and below. From the flower came another concept, tinged with a bit of caution, which tasted strange on the witch's mind, Largefood?
"I suppose," Luna said with a soft, almost shy giggle that seemed a bit out of place given her usual nonchalant confidence, "As long as you don't actually consume my flesh, I think I will be happy with providing you a full meal, yes."
Notbeastfood, the plant confirmed. Or perhaps, Luna mused as four vines twined three or four times each around her thin wrists and ankles, then hoisted her bodily a foot into the air, her angle shifting slightly to lean away from the blossom, it had meant that it would not or did not eat like an animal did. That would also make sense, given that it was a plant. There were plenty of carnivorous plants in the larger world, she knew, and even more in the magical world, but this one, Luna was reasonably certain, was not one of them.
Or, if it did eat her, it would be in the sense of lovers 'making a meal of one another'.
Luna Lovegood, after all, was not an idiot, and she knew exactly what the plant was doing.
In the first visit, it had let her kiss its vines, giving it pleasure even as she milked the sap from it that fed her own. That sap had ignited a flame in the girl she had no idea existed until that moment, one that she never wanted to douse. Kisses had progressed, and soon the thing was shoving vines down her throat, one after another, in a way that should have made her gag if it weren't for the passion the sap invoked in her, and the tingling, numbing pleasure it caused along with it.
Luna was not an idiot, and she knew what oral sex was from a young age, having seen her parents at it when she was but an ever-curious five year old.
It might have been strange to a witch or wizard in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland to know, or equate, what the vines were doing with a sexual act, but Luna was far more traveled than most of her relative peers. She had been to such far off places as the Himalayas, or even the mythical Akihabara, were even the muggles were aware of magic enough that they had found a way to breed catgirls called Nekosan. Enough of them, in fact, to fill entire cafes.
Manga, it should come as no surprise, was a new discovery at the time. Specifically hentai, as her father had dropped her off in a nearby bookstore to get a one-on-one interview with one of the very friendly Nekosan (from which he had returned looking very pleased with himself, and the resulting story in The Quibbler had been a fascinating read too).
A little tentacle action, she had reasoned six weeks before, never really hurt anyone. Thus she had been happy to let the plant play as far as its own boundaries would permit.
Now, she was equally happy to push those boundaries further.
"Yes," Luna purred, missing the closer emotional, mental, and concept-based communication directly touching the petals gave, but glad at least that the vines were enough to transmit her needs and desires. "I'm ready, Friend. You can put them there. Perhaps... one at a time, at first."
A three-inch vine was already poised at the joint of her thighs, wavering back and forth in a hypnotic figure-eight pattern. Luna watched it intently, and was thus caught off guard slightly when two of the smaller vines twisted around the shallow cones of her still-developing breasts. It was not a new sensation though, and Luna welcomed it with a sigh. "Or that, yes. Touch them. Make me feel good, Friend."
For the first time, as one of the thicker vines opened its end into another flower-like section with dozens of nodules inside, and closed it around her stiffening right nipple to suckle much like a babe would, more advanced concepts came through the vines, too. Embrace. Pleasure. Growth. Feeding.
"Yes," Luna moaned again, "Feed on me, Friend."
Another vine joined the first, this one thin and small. It twisted twice around her other nipple, tugging and pulling, while a two-finger thick one slid from the top of the crease between her buttocks all the way around, parting her folds, and up, up, higher and higher, between her breasts, and then around Luna's throat. Just tight enough, she knew, to add to what was to come.
The next vine, she predicted, would-
Yes. From above her head, angled as she was, another of the same size entered her vision, angled downward. Its own flowered head was closed tightly, though some of the sappy fluid still oozed from the small hole at the front and the tighter creases between the sections. Enough, she knew from experience, to lubricate the vine as she sucked on it... and it went further. Obedient to its needs, happy to fill her role for it made her feel so, so good, Luna opened her mouth as she had many times before.
Usually, the first vine would simply move in and out of her mouth, much like she imagined a penis would, until it spurted more sap out. Sometimes the second or third one would do the same, before they went deeper. Thus, Luna was a bit surprised when this first vine only filled her mouth a few times before it dove deep, making her cough and gag around it as first one, then two full feet slithered rapidly down her entire esophagus, ending in the girl's stomach itself. She felt those same petals open there, and the warm tingle of her friend's sap added to the natural acids at once.
"Mmmmffff," she sighed around it, thoroughly enjoying how full, how pleasant, she felt with something long and sinuous buried in her body.
Luna would have tried to say more, but the tactile sensations of the same smooth, plant-textured vine withdrawing rapidly made her shiver in pleasure and anticipation. When the vine finally flew free of her mouth, it whipped into the air, several long, thin trails of thick sap flying outward. Some landed on her body, and it was warm and sizzling, and another her hair.
As she whimpered and cried out in loss, feeling oddly empty, another vine was there, and Luna opened her mouth wider. It was a larger stretch, but there was already so much sap that Luna had no problems, and only the faintest urge to gag, as it pushed at her throat, even tugging at the vine that surrounded it.
The vine between her legs moved, shifting to the side without relinquishing its grip on her neck, and another one was there, the tip probing at her own petals. Yes, she cried out in her mind, lost in pleasure and ecstasy, fill me, feed on me, feed me of yourself!
The flower, her friend, sent back a single, yet profound concept in return: Unity.
Without another moment between, as Luna's already lust-filled mind struggled to comprehend it, the vine speared into her vagina.
She screamed around the vine in her mouth, the shocking pain of being broken open so quickly and forcefully momentarily overcoming her pleasure.
At the same instant, every other vine, dozens of them now, fell still. Even the one in her freshly-opened pussy.
The next concept Luna felt as she breathed through her nose was one she did not expect from a creature that seemed relatively simple compared to a human mind. Sorry, hurt.
It did. Luna wasn't too proud to admit that. The violent tear in her hymen was, indeed, a painful thing. But at the same time, in the depths of her body, she felt the tingling of sap in her stomach, and the leaking out inside her woman-hole. As she analyzed what her body was feeling, Luna soon realized that it didn't hurt much, anymore.
Instead, as the sap took hold and did its work, the pain was being pushed aside. In its place were a plethora of other feelings. Full, overstuffed even, was first and foremost on the girl's mind. Not in an unpleasant way, but as if her private parts had eaten a meal that was just a little too big. If that meal was now squirming, writhing, and twisting, spreading the sap around her walls, tugging and pulling at her soft, tender flesh.
She moved more vertically, and Luna watched, wide-eyed, as trickles of red moved not down the outside of the vine, but the inside. Consume, the plant said in her mind, words more solid now, we have consumed you. Connection. Friend. Name. Notwarmtime sky. M- Moon. Luna.
The girl smiled around the vine in her throat, which slowly started to move as she licked it too, and thought as hard as she could, "Yes, I am Luna. That is my name."
What name is mine? Pleasure feeding much pleasure much feeding. Connection good. Lunafluid, Lunasap, strong feeding. More hungry. No, notfeeding. Nothurting Luna.
Now, Luna was confused. Was the plant... arguing with itself?
"Take it," she thought, "Take pleasurefeeding. Pain- hurt- goes away. No pain? No hurt? Pleasure, feeding. Take, consume. Take me, Friend."
With those internalized words, Luna also sent images from the hentai she had read during the summer of her previous year. How much the tentacled beasts (who never really seemed to have much in the way of body without the tentacles themselves, how odd) would enjoy filling their victim in every hole, and how much, no matter how they protested, the victims seemed to enjoy it in the end, too.
Aside from a slight, possibly instinctive, squirming the vines in her throat and pussy still performed, the other vines were motionless for quite some time. It was enough for Luna, for both still felt quite pleasant now that the pain had passed. Then, NameLuna. Pleasure, you, from feeding? Pain, no from feeding?
Since it seemed to be receiving and understanding her strongly-sent thoughts, Luna repeated the mental action, "Yes-correct. Luna feels pleasure, not pain, from this. The pain was brief, and is already gone. My blood- the fluid- has stopped. But other fluids just as strong, that come from pleasure and feeding."
She hoped it was right, but if she were honest with herself (as Luna tried very hard to be), she didn't really care if she was wrong, if only her friend moved. If only it gave her more sensation, thrust in and out of her more, and gave her more of that delicious, sticky, creamy yellow sap.
Even if the words she had thought didn't quite translate, her desperation, at least, seemed to make it through, for the flower's vines started moving almost at once. Slowly at first, tentatively, as if it were afraid she would hurt. And there was a small sting down there, yes, but within the first stroke as another few droplets of sap hit just the right spot, even that faded.
FriendLuna has Pleasure. Feeding Pleasure. Pleasure Feeding. This... Good.
It was the most abstract concept Luna had heard the plant use: Good. Yet, she found it fitting, for a wash of positive emotions she strongly equated with happiness flowed through the emotional connection she shared with the large flower.
Within moments, both vines were thrusting rapidly, mimicking very much the motions of sex in both her pussy and mouth while Luna hung suspended in the air.
She was in heaven, and her bright blue eyes reflected starlight and moonlight in equal amounts as the first of several orgasms wracked her body. A moment later, perhaps spurred by the fluttering in her vaginal walls, the vine there released its own dose of sap into her body. Deep already, it seemed to flow almost supernaturally from the depths of her channel higher, seeping through the narrow space in her cervix to nestle and rest in Luna's fourteen year old womb.
Thinking about it sent her into another paroxysm of pleasure, and as the vine withdrew, the flower sent more concepts. Feeding good. Pleasure good. FriendLuna good. Give sap, take sapfluid. Share. Sharepleasurefeedinggood!
After depositing another lump in her stomach, the vine pulled out of her mouth along with the one between her legs. "So good," Luna used the opportunity to sigh, "I want more!"
At once, there were another pair of vines, and she eagerly opened her young, thin legs further along with her lips to accept them.
After that was a third pair, but on the fourth, the vine, thankfully a slightly thinner, two-finger wide one, probed at a different hole. Luna wanted to protest at first, but as the sap touched her delicate, pink sphincter, she shivered in anticipation. Unable to speak with a vine in her throat, she only sent, "Yes!" down the connection, and tried to relax.
Another sharp spike of pain, but her friend had learned. It waited until she had finished relaxing once more, then started moving.
The fourth load stretched her rectum and large intestine with thick sap, and the fifth over-filled her stomach, sending more of it down her smaller before she could even think about vomiting some up. Then another vine was there, plugging the hole and pushing the fluid deeper. The next in Luna's young, tight arse made her stomach bulge as her intestines, now filled from both ends, had to work to hold the mass.
Thankfully, that thinner, fifth vine simply stayed there, holding its deposit inside for her, because Luna didn't think her anus could tense up enough in that moment to do so, and she didn't want to lose the feeling of pleasant stuffed-to-the-gills she was experiencing, even if it was strangely uncomfortable now.
She was about to be lost in pleasure, as happened nearly every time she visited, though slower, when another, thicker vine rose a bit higher and pushed against her pussy. It hesitated, but there was no question of, "is this okay," from the flower.
It pushed in anyway, and at the tender age of fourteen, Luna learned the true meaning of triple penetration from a nice, friendly, perhaps too friendly, plant-creature.
She lost track quickly after that, the witch succumbing to pleasure as each of her three holes was filled again and again. Sap and her own cum dripped continuously from each orifice, her body writhed and twisted in ecstasy that seemed never-ending, and for a time, Luna wondered if she truly would go mad, after all of this.
But like all good things, even the plant-creature's pleasure had to end, and so it gently set Luna down, resting on the soft surface of its leafy wreath. The girl, too insensate with pleasure to really move or even understand the change in her state, merely curled up to the warm, soft petals, and started dozing.
Some hours later, near lunchtime, Luna woke, and used the nearby stream to clean herself as best she could before dressing. Shortly before leaving the clearing, the girl took some time with her hand on the velvety petals, trying to impress on the sleepy flower that it would be 'many warmtimes' before they could meet again, a full season. But that when they did, Luna would be very happy for a repeat performance.
Happy, the flower sent back. Then, just as Luna was finally about to turn away and make her tender, limping, bow-legged way back to the castle, one thing more. Alra. Name is mine. Alra.
"From Alraune," Luna acknowledged with a nod and a happy smile of her own, "It fits well. I'll see you at the end of summer, my friend."