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Commission for @DoctorFunnyMan ! They did a little writeup/companion piece for this pic, so I'll post it here:

It had been years since the battle that initially threatened all of Ooo, and since then, Huntress Wizard found herself more and more needing better ways to entrance herself into nature and forget about the outside world. Her relationship with Finn was growing serious and making it harder for her to properly meditate, and she knew she needed to come up with more effective methods. Luckily, she was able to get her hands on an ancient tome of forest rituals that would supposedly help her truly become one with the trees and the shrubs, although the methods seemed quite unorthodox.

"Hm, I don't want to project my soul into a tree, and I also don't want to bathe in mud for a hundred years... ah, this one will work. All I have to do is lie down atop a stump with my arms and legs spread apart and think only of becoming a vessel for the forest. And for some reason, it also says I have to... bare my feet...? Hm, I cannot question the words of this ancient woodland scribe, I can only follow in their guidance as closely as possible. Still, wish it was a little less windy..."

She soon discarded her boots beside a nearby tree and lay atop the stump, finding herself needing to get used to the feeling of her stomach being pushed up like this. Her arms and legs were completely at the mercy of the grass beneath her and the sensation of the cold breeze against her toes made her shiver, but regardless, she had to press on.

"...why isn't anything happening? Ah, perhaps I need to close my eyes for a bit..."

Her eyes closed and she hummed to herself, not realizing that she was now extra vulnerable to the forest spirits...

THWIP

...who proceeded to summon vines that ensnared her ankles and wrists!

Her eyes snapping open, she realized how immobile she was, muttering to herself, "Perhaps I should've read the fine print more closely."

Leaves began to float around her, and she briefly felt optimistic... maybe she was just being tied up to be made a hostage audience to some sort of dance?

But then, the leaves deliberately moved toward her very exposed parts- the wind blowing more intensely at her green shirt to bare her stomach- and they started to poke around. Her toes instantly began to curl, but...

THWIP, THWIP

...several smaller vines appeared out of the ground, tying her toes in place! Surprisingly, none of these binds were painful, but they did all mean that this tickling attack was far easier to pull off.

Whether they were flossing between her toes, teasing at the soles of her feet, attacking her sensitive smooth stomach, or bombarding her pits with unrelenting strokes, it appeared that nature was not going to let go of Huntress Wizard anytime soon.

"Rmprhh, mprh...!" she grunted, struggling not to laugh. "I-I beg of you, n-nature, I did not mean for t-this...!"

She should've read that ritual far closer, because now that she gave herself up to nature to do with as it pleased, she was going to be there for a long time. And she had trained herself a long time ago to go ages without sleeping and consist off of the moisture in the air, so it wasn't like she was going to be in danger... apart from going mad from the continuous sensations.

Tears welling up in her eyes, Huntress Wizard could only hope someone rescued her, although her imminent laughter may be the only thing to alert anyone of her presence...

Description

Commission for @DoctorFunnyMan ! They did a little writeup/companion piece for this pic, so I'll post it here:

It had been years since the battle that initially threatened all of Ooo, and since then, Huntress Wizard found herself more and more needing better ways to entrance herself into nature and forget about the outside world. Her relationship with Finn was growing serious and making it harder for her to properly meditate, and she knew she needed to come up with more effective methods. Luckily, she was able to get her hands on an ancient tome of forest rituals that would supposedly help her truly become one with the trees and the shrubs, although the methods seemed quite unorthodox.

"Hm, I don't want to project my soul into a tree, and I also don't want to bathe in mud for a hundred years... ah, this one will work. All I have to do is lie down atop a stump with my arms and legs spread apart and think only of becoming a vessel for the forest. And for some reason, it also says I have to... bare my feet...? Hm, I cannot question the words of this ancient woodland scribe, I can only follow in their guidance as closely as possible. Still, wish it was a little less windy..."

She soon discarded her boots beside a nearby tree and lay atop the stump, finding herself needing to get used to the feeling of her stomach being pushed up like this. Her arms and legs were completely at the mercy of the grass beneath her and the sensation of the cold breeze against her toes made her shiver, but regardless, she had to press on.

"...why isn't anything happening? Ah, perhaps I need to close my eyes for a bit..."

Her eyes closed and she hummed to herself, not realizing that she was now extra vulnerable to the forest spirits...

THWIP

...who proceeded to summon vines that ensnared her ankles and wrists!

Her eyes snapping open, she realized how immobile she was, muttering to herself, "Perhaps I should've read the fine print more closely."

Leaves began to float around her, and she briefly felt optimistic... maybe she was just being tied up to be made a hostage audience to some sort of dance?

But then, the leaves deliberately moved toward her very exposed parts- the wind blowing more intensely at her green shirt to bare her stomach- and they started to poke around. Her toes instantly began to curl, but...

THWIP, THWIP

...several smaller vines appeared out of the ground, tying her toes in place! Surprisingly, none of these binds were painful, but they did all mean that this tickling attack was far easier to pull off.

Whether they were flossing between her toes, teasing at the soles of her feet, attacking her sensitive smooth stomach, or bombarding her pits with unrelenting strokes, it appeared that nature was not going to let go of Huntress Wizard anytime soon.

"Rmprhh, mprh...!" she grunted, struggling not to laugh. "I-I beg of you, n-nature, I did not mean for t-this...!"

She should've read that ritual far closer, because now that she gave herself up to nature to do with as it pleased, she was going to be there for a long time. And she had trained herself a long time ago to go ages without sleeping and consist off of the moisture in the air, so it wasn't like she was going to be in danger... apart from going mad from the continuous sensations.

Tears welling up in her eyes, Huntress Wizard could only hope someone rescued her, although her imminent laughter may be the only thing to alert anyone of her presence...