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Wrong Tree

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by AnnaNapps

Artwork by EvieScribbles

Annie reacted just a fraction of a second too late when the first leathery tendril wrapped itself firmly around her ankle. She had just enough time to glance down, her maw opening in an expression of surprise revealing her buck teeth before she felt a sharp yank on her right leg. Her arms flailed, lashing out to attempt to grab onto anything solid before she collided with the gnarly roots of the tree beneath her. 

“Oomph!”

The air rushed out of her lungs, stars dancing in the corners of her vision as she was momentarily disoriented. Above her, a stern voice echoed from high above in the branches of the great oak she had been attempting to traverse. Hidden within its voice there seemed to be the sound of thousands of leaves rustling and groaning of wooden branches. 

“And how would you like it if I came stomping all over your babies, hmm?”

Annie was unable to think of a response, let alone fully comprehend why she was being rat-handled by the vines of this seemingly perturbed tree, when she felt a sharp spike of pain on the back of her thighs. She squeaked, crying out in pain as her eyes shot wide open in response to the blow she had received. She could feel a line of sensitive skin underneath her diaper burning in response to the vine’s lashing. Vaguely, she could feel the front of her padding growing warm from an impromptu accident in response to the beating. Before she could twist around in an attempt to fight off yet another blow, she felt more vines snaking their way around her wrists before tightening into an iron grip. 

They stretched her arms out, preventing her from pulling them in an attempt to shield herself from any more abuse as yet another crack resounded through the air as she was whipped by the vines. 

“Eek!”

She yelped, her face twisting into a desperate, teary-eyed cringe as she tried her best to both struggle herself free and brace herself against the pain. 

Thwack!

This time, the vines whistled through the air before they collided against her backside, as the tree appeared to be gaining momentum with the punishment it was administering. 

Thwack!

Annie had begun to cry, feelings of pain and confusion bubbling up inside of her

as she lay strewn across the forest floor, her skin glowing pink from the mild swelling appearing on her legs. She tried to wriggle away once more, but the vines seemed to tighten further in response as the voice resounded above her once more. 

“And to think a little soiled-nappy wearing mammal like yourself would not have paid better heed to other younglings, the shame!”

The voice scolded above her, administering yet another firm spank of the vines to which Annie responded with a gargled whimper of pain. The poor rat was now in a state of shock, having gone from peacefully walking through the forest floor to being thrown down and given a vicious spanking by one of the verdescent guardians of the forest. 

Thwack! 

Thwack!

Thwack!

Annie had now lost all hope of freeing herself, and simply braced her mind and body to ride through the pain as best as she could. Had she had a moment to recover, she might have found the constitution inside of her to endure such a punishment. Having been caught off guard, there was little she could do other than mewl pathetically and choke back the sobs that welled up inside of her throat. 

“Aha… Hrnk! Eh… Heh… Heh…”

Annie was now hiccuping out her sobs, panting and sniffling back the snot that was trickling out of her nose. Tears flowed freely from her face; her head bowed forward as she gave up and simply let herself be freely spanked by the infuriated tree spirit. 

The vines stopped their strikes as Annie felt an inquisitive tendril working its way up through her tunic, pulling it up to reveal the sodden padding that was snuggly taped around her waist. The tree above her clucked its tongue in disapproval, its voice shifting from one of fury to one of gross disapproval. 

“Tsk tsk… Look at you poor thing, waddling around the forest in a soggy pamper. Shouldn’t a little thing like you come supervised into my grove? This simply won’t do…”

Limp, Annie felt her body being raised up from the forest floor. She stirred slightly, still trying her best to recover from the beating she had endured as she kept her eyes closed tightly. Something pressed against her lips, soft and supple. Reflexively, she relaxed her jaw, opening her eyes and blinking several times in astonishment as she found that she was in front of a voluptuous pair of breasts. Leafy vines criss-crossed over them at random intervals, as a warm, sweet tincture appeared to be trickling out of the breasts at a steady rate. 

Annie was too weak to resist, she allowed the milky substance to pour over her tongue and down her throat. A sense of ease filled her as the delicate, liquid substance filled her up. The stinging of her thigh wounds lessoned, the shock of the encounter seemed to wander to a far off place in her mind, and the sense of panic and fright she had felt dissipated as she relaxed into the simple task of nursing. 

“You’re not going anywhere until whoever is responsible for you comes and picks you up, poor thing.”

The voice’s original harshness had vanished, replaced instead now with a stern disapproval and concern for the fact that the rat was out in the forest by herself. More vines wrapped themselves around her legs, supporting her comfortably as others twisted around her abdomen and arms. Suspended high above the forest floor, the tree pulled her deeper into its mighty trunk, nestling her comfortably inside a hollow inside which the rich milk of the breasts poured out from. 

As a smoothly carved seat grew from the wood of the tree, gently nestling her padded bottom for her to rest on, Annie felt her insides shift. Soft flatulence was muffled by the layers of padding, before with a wet squelching sound she pushed her accident into the seat of her waiting diaper. More and more vines sequestered her, wrapping her into a soft, inescapable blanket of leafy binds as the front of her padding swelled from the wet accident following her mess. The rat’s eyes fluttered, before at last she fell into a deep sleep, safely contained inside of the sentient tree until it deemed a time fit for her to be released, no doubt in desperate need of a diaper change.