[michime]

"That's my good little plaything," the forest voice purred as the toy sent load after load of his fluid into the flower.  There were times when the flower would get about half way filled before some of the release would be absorbed lowering the amount.   The forest wanted to pull this bit of a trick making the plaything give more of itself.  As time drew on, the forest canopy opened a bit letting in a small amount of sunlight making sure to focus on the toy.