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Thunderstruck

by Cheezey
“Spike! Get me
another bucket, will you?” Bushroot shouted to his fly trap pet as he set the
bucket in his hands down in the spot he had just cleared. That evening St. Canard was experiencing a
particularly violent thunderstorm with driving rain that was leaking through
his greenhouse roof in several spots.
Bushroot had been irked to discover that the thunderstorm that had
occurred about a week before, with near record-breaking winds, had apparently
damaged and loosened some of his greenhouse’s ceiling panels. At the time he had just been glad that none of
them had ripped off during the storm, but now he wished that he’d had the
foresight to double-check that there had been no actual damage afterward.
Spike came over with a bucket in his mouth, and Bushroot set
that one up under another stream of water that poured down from the roof. The rosebush that had been there was still
whining in its new spot several feet away about having been stuck under the
“sky hose” as it had called it, but privately Bushroot thought that it should
grow a thicker stem about the situation.
It wasn’t like the water hurt it, or that the soil couldn’t be replaced,
and the leak that had drenched one of his lab benches had been a much higher
priority. Decent lab equipment was harder
to come by than potting soil, after all.
Lightning flashed outside and a booming thunderclap almost
immediately followed, making Bushroot jump involuntarily at how close and loud
it was. His greenhouse was well
grounded, so he was not worried so much about it being struck by lightning, but
storms like that were still unnerving regardless, especially considering that his
greenhouse was at a high point on the property.
Anxious whispers ruffled among his plants, most of them sharing his concern
about the bad weather, and Spike even dove under one of the lab benches to hide. “I’ll be glad when this is over,” Bushroot
muttered, shaking some of the water off of his hands. He cast a look around, double-checking to be
sure that he had buckets under the worst of the leaks. It seemed that he did, and he was glad of
that, as the place was a mess enough already.
His plants were no longer arranged in any sort of orderly fashion—normally,
he kept his leafy friends in positions optimal for their light preferences,
company, and his own aesthetic taste—and the floor was covered in puddles of
water and his and Spike’s muddy root-prints.
“What a mess,” he remarked aloud, wrinkling his beak in
distaste. Even once the weather cleared
up, it would take hours to make it look nice again, he thought gloomily.
There was another flash of lightning and an accompanying
crack of thunder, and as Bushroot jumped to see where it had hit, a brief
flickering and then complete shutdown of all of his lights and power told him
that it must have struck the power transformer just up the street from his
property. “Oh, great.” He sighed and stomped across the soggy floor,
a frown forming on his beak. Experience
told him that it would be a while before he had any power again, and nothing
was as annoying or boring as being stuck at home in the dark during a power
outage. “Guess I’d better go find a
flashlight,” he said, and headed toward the room in the back. There was just enough light from the lightning
in the clouds above for him to be able to make his way there without tripping
over anything. He was glad that Spike
was not underfoot, at least, although he imagined that as soon as he did settle
down somewhere with a flashlight, his fly trap would join him, provided the thunder
died down enough for him to get brave enough to come out from under the bench.
Bushroot found his flashlight and started to head back to
the main chamber of the greenhouse. He
had taken his first steps inside when he slipped on a muddy patch of floor. He managed to right himself before he fell,
but he still cast a glare at the floor nonetheless. “That’s one drawback to a dirt floor. When your roof leaks, you get mud.” He made a mental note to get some grass seed
and sprout it on the spot as soon as possible once the power was back, and
continued on his way back to his primary lab bench. He was about halfway there when he felt his
foot sink into a puddle that was at least an inch deep. He shined his flashlight down into the water,
and when he saw the size of the puddle, his frown deepened. He did not remember that being there a little
while ago; did that mean the roof had sprung yet another leak? Bushroot had just turned his flashlight up to
look at the ceiling panels to try and spot the source when he felt a sudden and
unexpected swirling motion around his feet.
The plant-duck barely had time to let out a startled yelp before his
roots were seemingly yanked out from under him and he fell backwards, landing
on his back in the middle of the puddle with a graceless splash.
Stunned, Bushroot blinked and reached for the flashlight he
had dropped during the fall while the water continued to swirl up, around, and
then over him. “Surprise!” Liquidator’s
boisterous voice greeted him as he formed his familiar shape.
“You can say that again,” Bushroot said, finally grabbing the
flashlight and turning it toward Liquidator’s face.
“Gah!” The water dog
winced as the light hit him right in the eyes.
He swatted the flashlight away instinctively, knocking it right back out
of Bushroot’s hand and sending it rolling a few feet away. “The surgeon general recommends not blinding your friendly neighborhood
Liquidator.”
“Sorry, but you scared me,” Bushroot retorted, leaning up on
his vine arms. “What’s the big idea of
uprooting me, anyway? And I kinda needed
that to see.” Bushroot went to reach for
the flashlight again, but Liquidator stopped him by leaning down on top of him,
planting one watery arm on either side of the plant-duck and playfully trapping
him beneath him.
Leaning closer with a mischievous smile on his face,
Liquidator pooled his water more deeply on either side so that Bushroot sank in
an inch or so further. “Why bother with
a mundane entrance, when you can arrive with flash and splash? And I can see you just fine.”
Although the flashlight had landed in such a way that its
beam reflected off of a smooth plastic storage bin, adding a slight bit of
light to the immediate area, Bushroot hardly considered that an acceptable
substitution. “You’re two inches from my
face. Of course you can see me.” He sighed.
“Will you let me up now, please?”
Liquidator’s smile changed to one more affectionate, but he
did not move out of the way and instead just leaned closer. “Having a stressful night? Fed up with thunderstorms, power outages, and
a roof that leaks worse than the average cheap faucet? Never fear, the Liquidator is here to cheer
you up!”
Bushroot groaned.
“Don’t tell me you got in through a leak in the roof.”
“No. I saw the leaks
when I flowed in under the door. What a
mess. Would you like the number of a
good contractor that works on super-villain property without asking nosy
questions and who doesn’t charge an arm, leg, leaf, and limb? I’ll be happy to hook you up, free of
charge.”
“Yeah, actually.”
Bushroot let out a tired breath and leaned his head back into the puddle. “Thanks.”
“Anytime! The
Liquidator is always willing to offer his partner-in-crime a good deal.” Liquidator grinned down at him.
Bushroot smiled back at the water dog. “You can let me up now.”
“I could.” Liquidator
chuckled, but he did not move, and when Bushroot realized such, his face resumed
its earlier irked expression. Liquidator
then leaned down so that they were beak-to-nose, just barely touching. “But you’ll have to make it worth my while.”
Something about the way he said it, and the way he looked at
him while he did, made Bushroot feel a shiver.
He recognized that look, and that tone.
They were the same he had used the last time they were so close, the last
night that Liquidator had been in the greenhouse, the night he had seduced
him. Ironically, that encounter, and their
talk the morning afterward, had been on Bushroot’s mind quite a bit in the days
that had passed since then. The thunderstorm
and the leaky roof had been the first real distraction he’d had from it, and it
figured that Liquidator chose such a time to show up again and complicate
things. Not that Bushroot really minded
the complication of such companionship, but the timing…
“Buddy,” Bushroot said softly, “now’s really not a good
time…”
Quirking his head to the side, Liquidator peered down at
Bushroot with a sly look. “Really? Because you have so much to do with no power,
no light, and Spike hiding like a scared little puppy under the table?”
“It’s not that. It’s
just been a bad day.” Bushroot sighed
and met Liquidator’s dark fluid eyes. “I
mean, it’s nice to see you, but I’m not in the best mood.”
One of Liquidator’s hands rose out of the water beside
Bushroot to touch the side of his cheek by his beak. “Then let some Liquidator brand stress relief
cheer you up. It’s guaranteed to put a
big smile on the saddest beak.” He
tapped the tip of it with a watery finger for effect.
Bushroot found himself smiling a bit despite his sour
mood. “So you did come here for that.”
“That and to see you,
Reggie.” Liquidator leaned closer,
pressing Bushroot back down into the puddle, which warmed and swirled against
the plant-duck’s skin almost like an embrace.
Liquidator’s wet lips kissed the tip of Bushroot’s beak in a gentle and
playful smooch before he spoke again. “Though I do admit that something about driving
rain drives me a little wild.”
“I’ll bet,” Bushroot replied, feeling a rush of warmth in
his cheeks at the feeling that Liquidator’s watery touch and kiss inspired.
“No need to gamble on it. I’m one hundred percent guaranteed,”
Liquidator said with a smirk. He
shortened his arms into the puddle, and the water around Bushroot’s neck rose
up and re-formed into them so that Liquidator held him even closer. Bushroot closed his eyes as Liquidator began
to nuzzle against him, his lips and nose touching the edges of his petal
hair.
Although he enjoyed the affectionate attention, Bushroot teased
him, “Guaranteed? To what, get me on my
back so you can have your way with me again?”
Liquidator let out a bubbly chortle at Bushroot’s remark. “Guaranteed to sweep you off your feet, or your
roots as the case may be,” he clarified, and re-formed a hand at the base of
Bushroot’s neck. He slid his fingers up
into his hair and toward the top of his head.
“You’re good at that,” Bushroot admitted, closing his eyes
as Liquidator began to stroke and touch the filaments on his head. He added in a distracted and breathy murmur,
“and that.”
Pleased to discover that his partner in crime did indeed
find the gentle touch of his wet fingertips along the length of one of his stamens
to be an erotic one, Liquidator smiled. “See?
You look twenty-five percent less stressed already.”
Bushroot flexed his leaf-hand against Liquidator’s watery
torso. “Is that your new gimmick? Liquidator brand stress relief?”
“Maybe. It
depends.” Liquidator brought the tip of
the filament to his lips, brushing it against them lightly.
The sensation sent a shiver through Bushroot’s body, and he
relaxed further into the water dog’s wet embrace. “On what?”
Liquidator dabbed the pollen-coated anther with the tip of
his tongue before answering. “On whether
you’re buying.”
“Yes,” Bushroot murmured, drawing a sharp and excited
breath. Whatever traces of his earlier
foul mood might have remained were effectively dissolved by Liquidator’s
delightful watery touch, and the water dog let out a decidedly smug chuckle as
he swirled his water against Bushroot on all sides. He flicked his tongue out again, eliciting
another flash of delight in the plant-duck, who groaned, more out of pleasure
than the mock protest he had intended.
“You’re going to soak me for it, aren’t you?”
“Not in a way you won’t enjoy.” As if to drive the point home, Liquidator
sloshed down and pinned Bushroot against the greenhouse floor so that he was half
immersed in a puddle on his back and completely surrounded by Liquidator’s more
solid watery form from the chest down.
“I know from my own market research just how much you like my water…
enough to even want it on a night like this.”
“Talk about a hard sell, after what it did to my greenhouse.” Bushroot curled his vine arms around
Liquidator’s chest and kissed him that time.
It was an odd sensation, as his beak dipped slightly into the water
dog’s lips before meeting resistance, but not at all unpleasant. Apparently Liquidator did not think so either,
for he responded by swishing his water around the filaments in Bushroot’s hair which
now floated on the surface of his water, half-submerged as he was. It emulated a constant and gentle touch that
made Bushroot feel like quivering all over.
“Hard sells are my specialty.” Liquidator grinned and then added, “And if
you like that, you should have some of my hard water.”
Although he caught the innuendo, Bushroot was too distracted
by the way Liquidator was coaxing pollen from his head to think about anything
but his touch. In his days as a regular
duck that would have struck Bushroot as logical only in an abstract sense, that
being how plants reproduced. To his
mutant plant-duck body, however, it felt not only natural, but incredible, the
same kind of incredible it had felt to drink in Liquidator’s water the last
time they had been together. But this
time, he thought greedily, they were together and Liquidator was doing that, and he could have his water as well…
With his eyes narrowed in determination, Liquidator half-kissed,
half-licked a wanting and wet trail along the underside of Bushroot’s beak as the
plant-duck opened the proverbial flood gates and began drawing in his water,
slowly but powerfully. It elicited the
same pleasurable rush in Liquidator’s senses as it had the last time he and
Bushroot had been intimate, and he instantly moderated his flow and pressure
just enough to put a slight resisting pull on it, making Bushroot work for it,
giving them each the feeling they wanted.
Liquidator formed the water around Bushroot’s stamens into fingers once
more, and curled them around his filaments to rub and touch them as he placed warm
and wet kisses up to the tip of his beak.
“Water, water everywhere,” he whispered, meeting the lusting look in
Bushroot’s eyes with one of his own, “and I’m what you want to drink.”
“Yes.” Bushroot’s
answer was distracted, demanding, and to the point.
Smugly pleased with that confirmation, Liquidator let out
another bubbly chuckle. “One helping of
liquid sex, coming right up.”
In the next instant Bushroot felt a powerful surge of water
push into his body, harder and faster than his draw, from all sides. He arched his back and clutched at Liquidator
where he was substantial enough to grab, pressing his leaf-fingers past the
tension barrier of his skin and urging him to do it again. The water dog was all too happy to oblige,
drawing Bushroot against him as he forced his water against his body, pushing
in and penetrating, making him twist and gasp and groan even as he released a
current against his stamens. A light
film of pollen dusted that water, releasing a sweet summery scent into the air,
one that Liquidator from that moment forward would always associate with
Bushroot in the bloom of passion.
Liquidator drove a torrent against Bushroot again, and then
again, lost in his own flood of desire as the plant-duck writhed in thirsty
want beneath him. Invisible water
fingers clutched at the back of Bushroot’s head beneath the surface, taking
tighter hold of him, and Liquidator drove himself into him until Bushroot
wrenched and twisted against him in a way that caught Liquidator by surprise
that time. Fluid as he was, he could
feel the plant-duck’s every movement with the way he surrounded him, and he
swirled back for a moment eyeing Bushroot with a curious look.
“Well, what have we here?”
Bushroot’s eyelids drooped and his beak curled into a
sheepish and embarrassed smile. “Um,
well... I kinda wondered if that would happen if we, uh, did this again…”
Liquidator’s other hand formed around the curiosity in
question, a phallic-looking root that had sprouted out of nowhere between
Bushroot’s woody thighs. “I knew my
water was good, but I didn’t know I was Miracle-Gro.”
If Bushroot had been capable of blushing, he would have been
doing so furiously. As it was, he just
felt the sap hot behind his cheeks as he explained. “You know how I can grow myself to fit a
situation, like make my arms longer or get taller if I need to when we’re out
on a caper?” Liquidator gave a slight
nod, his eyes sparkling with fascination as he listened. “I don’t know how it is for you when you
change shape with your water, but for me some of it’s subconscious as well as
conscious. Sometimes I just react to a
situation, like a reflex.” He shifted a
bit under Liquidator’s touch. “While my
pollen works like a plant’s and that’s technically how I’d do that sort of
thing, I did spend most of my life as a duck, thinking like a duck, in a duck’s
body…”
Sliding his fingers sensuously along the length of
Bushroot’s new root and eyeing it with interest, Liquidator remarked, “There
was no hard wood seeking a Liquidator brand polish last time.”
The play of Liquidator’s watery fingers on his newly
sprouted stalk made Bushroot tremble inside like a leaf in the spring
breeze. “That’s because last time I
wasn’t thinking about… well, you know… when we,” he faltered, feeling his
cheeks burn hotter, “you know!”
Liquidator raised an eyebrow. “But you were a thoroughly satisfied customer
of the Liquidator full body treatment, you
know.”
“I don’t need this to do that,” Bushroot explained with a
gesture toward his recent growth, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation
of Liquidator’s continued stroking.
“Like I said, it’s a reflex. Last
time what happened was so sudden, and it was so intense that I just enjoyed it
for what it was at the time. This time’s
different.” He met Liquidator’s gaze.
“This time you’re an informed consumer.” A grin spread across Liquidator’s face as he
felt a slight pull on his water upon his fingertips while he stroked Bushroot’s
newly grown appendage. Bushroot smiled
back at him, and to Liquidator’s surprise, the woody prize in his hands grew a
little bigger. “Informed and eager.” Liquidator cast Bushroot a sly look. “I suppose you’d like that new growth
watered.”
“What do you think?” Bushroot
wriggled against his touch, and Liquidator caught the scent of a fresh burst of
his pollen in the air.
An excited flurry of bubbles rippled through Liquidator’s
body and the water surrounding Bushroot as he leaned over him once, immersing
him and drawing him close. He swirled a
pleasing and teasing current around his ready root. “I’d be happy to, but it’ll cost you.”
“How much?” asked Bushroot, his eyes half-lidded with
pleasure as Liquidator’s inviting current enveloped him once more.
“We’ll work out a deal that’s gratifying to both of us,” Liquidator
answered. He covered the plant-duck’s
body almost completely with his own, holding him down against the greenhouse
floor. His wet lips closed around the
tip of Bushroot’s beak once again, giving him another thirsty kiss. Bushroot wrapped his arms around Liquidator’s
formed body, as if to pull him closer even though he was already almost completely
immersed in Liquidator’s watery form. He
drank him in from all over, thrusting instinctively in a way decidedly more
animal than plant, a way that Liquidator found irresistible. The water dog quickened the flow of his water
around Bushroot once again, steadily increasing the pressure and rhythm to the
pace it had risen to before their interruption.
Bushroot’s draw became increasingly demanding, and the current between
them grew strong enough to form swirls and then whirlpools in the water surrounding
them, as if they were caught in turbulent rapids in one spot.
Bushroot’s breath came faster, his body rigid but yielding as
Liquidator forced more water into him, faster than he could pull it in. Liquidator grew dizzy and intoxicated with
the sheer pleasure of taking Bushroot and filling him, of being consumed and
thirsted for on every level imaginable.
His water bubbled hotter, swirled faster, and penetrated harder. Bushroot thrust his head back, closing his
eyes as Liquidator’s delightful water flooded his senses. He gave himself over completely to the
pleasure of the act, and his stamens tingled as Liquidator’s rushing water
stripped them clean of pollen, sending flashes of sensation though his body
that made him gasp aloud in ecstasy, and then again as it pushed him over the
edge.
Liquidator tightened his hold on Bushroot so that only his
face and beak remained above water. He
drove his water against Bushroot’s body in a frenzy until he also reached his
breaking point, and his senses flooded with an orgasmic rush. For a moment it felt as though his essence
was both holding and held captive by the plant-duck’s body at once, and as Liquidator
reached his peak, his water sprayed out and splashed all around, against
Bushroot, inside and out. He held him
there, immersed, and as the physical pleasure began to ebb, Liquidator relaxed until
the water around them settled and flowed into a warm little pool in which they
were at the center, entangled with Bushroot’s vine arms and root legs curled
around and against the parts of Liquidator’s body that remained substantial.
The sound of the rain hitting the greenhouse panels above
them beat a gentle and relaxing rhythm as the two of them lay there together in
the darkness. “Right now, the rain
sounds kind of nice,” Bushroot mused as he dipped his fingertips lightly
through Liquidator’s back. The touch was
almost like a tickle to the water dog, but fortunately he was not ticklish
enough that it was unpleasant.
With a smug and satisfied smile, Liquidator remarked, “I
told you it was guaranteed to ease your stress, improve your mood, and put a
smile on your beak. Not even a power
outage or a leaky roof can stand up to the amazing powers of the Liquidator.”
Bushroot could not help but chortle at Liquidator’s
shameless ego, although he did not challenge his statement. Instead he just said, “If you could also stop
the leaks, I’d be really impressed.”
Liquidator did not miss a beat. “Roofing is strictly manufacturer’s warrantee
only. However,” a devious smirk crept
across his face, “tonight I do have a special deal for the plant of the house! If you act now, you can receive the full
services of the Liquidator and his exclusive brand of water manipulation
abilities in removing all unwanted storm water from your home once the power
comes back on, all for one unbelievably low price.”
“Which is…?”
Liquidator’s sly smile broadened to a grin, and he leaned in
close to Bushroot once more, his face over top of his as they lay nose to
beak. Bushroot felt the water around him
pool against his body and immerse him in soothing comfort. “You can receive this unbeatable offer by opting
into the patented Liquidator leak protection plan. When roof panels fail and the lights go out,
cover yourself with the Liquidator until the siege is over and your home is up
and running.”
Bushroot’s eyebrows rose as he regarded his partner in crime. “Cover myself with the Liquidator, huh?”
“You won’t receive an offer this good anywhere else.” Liquidator’s water swished against Bushroot in
an affectionate caress.
Smiling up at him, Bushroot leaned back into the wet embrace
and circled his arms around Liquidator’s torso.
“Sign me up.”
The End
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