Fabric hearted lover (Scarecrow from creepshow)

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Hiding in a dank basement in the middle of nowhere wasn’t really how you wanted to be spending your afternoon but given the situation you had found yourself in you figured that you didn’t really have much of a choice on how to spend it.The day had started like most days did with your brother being an asshole and hounding you out of the house which had led you to go fishing by the lake for a few hours until he calmed down or his horrendous attitude was somewhat lessened by other people being around him. You, for the most part, went fishing as an excuse to do something other than walk around the forest doing nothing since you rarely caught anything and anything you did catch wouldn't exactly win you any rewards at a fishing contest. You sat there for an hour or so, idly watching as water and rocks flowed by your fishing rod before you’d suddenly see a bike fly down and slam into the water which was when you glanced up to see your brother looming over the bridge, seemingly desperate for someone to relieve his anger. With that you decided to ditch your rod and ran off, running straight into the forest and out into a patch of overgrown cornfields, coming face to face with a new tormentor as you did so.

It was a scarecrow, hanging over the long abandoned farm with its arms made out of roots and a heart made out of cloth, the thatch woman looming over you before you glanced down to see a cane laying in its chest. You grabbed ahold of it, yanking it out of the scarecrow before you began running through the fields again as you saw an abandoned house, one that seemed to be ruined enough that your brother wouldn’t go searching for you within. You ran inside, slamming the door behind you as you crouched under one of the windows and waited to see if your brother would come knocking. You soon heard the sound of something coming to the door, trying to get it open as you poked your head above the window to see that it wasn’t your brother outside but instead it was the scarecrow.

It took you a moment to process what you were seeing but when you did realize that the scarecrow had come to life you quickly glanced around for a place to hide, figuring that going upstairs would be the best bet. You ran to the stairs, getting only a few steps up them before you felt as the rotted wood gave way under you, your body falling through them and onto the cold basement floor, a cloud of dust kicking up around you. You winced in pain as you looked up to see a corpse looming over you, a shotgun held in its rigored fingers and a massive hole in place of where most of its skull should be. In a panic you grabbed ahold of the gun, tearing the fingers apart before you crawled away from the hole you had just made, hoping to avoid the wrath of the straw woman.

Now you were waiting in the basement, the gun clenched in your hands with rust staining your fingers, hearing as the door above became looser and looser as the scarecrow rammed itself against the aging oak. You then heard as the door broke off its hinges, a few shards of wood falling off the edge of the hole and onto the floor in front of you, the scarecrow stumbling around for a moment as it would try and look for you. The scarecrow soon revealed itself not to be completely stupid, seemingly figuring you were in the basement and walking down the stairs, its gait unsteady as it wandered towards your hiding spot. The bundle of roots and hay soon came into view, its attention not being on you and instead on the corpse that was laying in the middle of the room, the scarecrow observing it as if she knew what it used to be.

Deciding to seize the opportunity, you got up out of your hiding spot and slammed the gun into the back of its head, watching as straw and fabric flew out of it before it turned and faced you, swinging its arm into your head. This brought you to the ground, the gun falling from your hand and clattering just out of the length of your arms, leaving you with only the cane to fend the creature off with as you stared up at its burlap covered face. You watched as the creature got ready to deliver its killing blow, swinging its ark into the air before you would go to block the blow with the cane. Suddenly the scarecrow stopped moving, moving its arm away from you before standing up straight, your eyes glancing around in shock before your eyes locked onto the golems body.

The first place that you looked was the creature's head, a top hat being perched above its burlap skinned face, six holes being arranged on the top of the head to make it seem like it had eyes. There was a hole at the bottom that seemed to be the creature's mouth, the jawbone of a boar jutting out from the bottom of it, the bones having been bleached brown from the years that it had spent standing in the sun, guarding its ruined fields. Your eyes then moved to the beast's chest, the shirt being unable to close upon it which meant you got to see the cloth heart that was buried inside of a mound of straw, a selection of rib bones surrounding the artificial organ as you then glanced to the arms. They were made out of roots, ones stripped of all dirt and filth and hard enough to break a person’s head like it was a watermelon, the roots winding against themselves like a snake eating its own tail. Finally you looked at the legs of which seemed to be stuffed with enough straw to give them some thickness although you did wonder how the creature managed to walk given the lack of visible roots and bones.

You got up onto your feet, still staring at the creature as you realized that it seemed to recognise the cane enough to back away and stop, making you wonder if the cane was controlling the thatch woman. “Turn 360 degrees for me.” You commanded, the creature waiting for a brief moment before you would watch as it started to pivot, moving 360 degrees before facing you, a smile creeping over your face as you realized you could control the golem. The possibilities were endless with you figuring out there were countless things that you could do with something that would obey your every last word. Although, given how much stress you had just been bit through, there was only one real thing that you could think of doing to relieve yourself of some of that stress.

“Scarecrow, suck my dick.” You said, not really being able to believe what you were saying as you watched as the scarecrow would wander over to you, getting close enough that your faces were nearly touching. Then you watched as the creature moved one of its hands to your crotch, attempting to grasp ahold of your trousers before  it appeared to clench its arm somewhat, loosening the roots that made up the limb and allowing them to move independently. The roots would slide underneath your waistband, a couple curling around the jeans whilst an adventurous root would find itself in your underwear before her arm suddenly moved downwards, taking both of the garments to your knees before she pulled her arm away and moved it back to your half hard cock.

One of the roots would wind around the base of your member, keeping it in place before she got onto her knees, hitting the floor with an undignified thump as her other tendrils started to play with your shaft . They would move across your cock like several sets of dry tongues, the smooth texture of the wood adding to the pleasure as she traced across your glands and veins, making them flare from the feeling. The scarecrow then moved her unoccupied set of roots to your leg, wrapping around it before she eventually moved the rest of her roots away from your dick, taking a few drops of precum as they moved to your other leg. She then lined her head up with your cock, staring at it for a moment, the roots around your legs twitching before she drove her head forward, consuming your cock with her gaping maw.

The woman pushed herself down to the base of your cock, the sun bleached teeth that stuck out from her bottom jaw rubbing against your balls as you’d feel her inner walls around you. Her inner walls were soft, the many layers of straw that they consisted of giving her insides an almost ribbed texture, one that you were attempting to get used to before she began to pull away from you. She drifted backwards, the woman moving almost weightlessly as you’d hear a variety of crunching noise coming from her torso before she got to the point where most of your cock was resting on her jawbone. You’d feel the jawbone shift out of place from the weight of your shaft before she brought herself down again, hitting your crotch with a thump before she began to repeat herself.

As she moved up and down your cock you’d move one of your hands to her skull, pushing your fingers down into it and feeling as the burlap dug  into your fingertips somewhat, the thatch woman not acknowledging this and continuing to suck your dick. As she moved her inner walls would stir to life, doing nothing other than pulsing across your cock at first before they would start to clench around you, doing so randomly and never allowing you to get quite used to the feeling of her pleasure. As you felt the tightly strung straw move across your member you’d feel as one of her roots crept up your thigh like a snake through grass, the root eventually ending up at your balls. The roots would then cradle them,gently shifting the weight from one side to the other in an almost teasing manner before you smiled and started to move her head faster across your length.

You didn’t allow the woman to stop at the base and tip anymore, moving her in one clean cycle up and down your cock, the scarecrows lack of gag reflex meaning that it was easy enough for her to take. As you thrusted you’d feel as her insides began shifting, the woman seeming to make her throat tighter than it was before, more and more ribs appearing across the walls as they clenched around your member again. You continued fucking her throat,the sounds of hay hitting against skin and your groans moving through the air of the decrypted basement, the sounds being almost as intoxicating as the thatch woman herself. Whilst you bathed in the feeling you’d notice that her roots had wound around your crotch, the massage she was performing now being felt across the entirety of your balls.

You steadied your legs as the pleasure continued to run across your member, sweat dripping down your skin as the heat ran across your body, the darkness of the basement being unable to  serve you any respite. After a few more cycles you suddenly felt as the woman’s insides rapidly tightened, reducing in size so dramatically that you were unable to shove your cock inside at the speed you were going. You were confused for a moment before you realized what was going on, a grin moving across your face as you moved your other hand on top of the one that was already clasping her head, her roots curling tighter around your thighs in eager anticipation. Then you harshly yanked the thatch woman down your cock, forcing her straw walls open as you felt a few strands poke out the burlap and rub against your waist, pulling her back as you got ready to thrust again.

You’d feel as the pleasure drifted across your cock, your tempo slowing slightly due to the intensity of your thrusts, the scarecrow not making  a single sound as you breached her ever tightening insides. The roots around your balls were also moving a lot faster than beforehand, the slick roots rubbing and cradling them as more and more precum dripped from the tip of your member, oozing out of it and soaking into the thatch woman's throat. Suddenly the woman’s walls would change behaviour again, loosening somewhat before they started to shift rapidly around your member, making sure pleasure ran across every inch of you. Wanting to match the scarecrows intensity you’d start to move even faster, the two of you fighting for who could pleasure the other the most.

Your cock would soon start throbbing inside of her throat,pulsing against her inner walls which would continue their constantly shifting assault around your member which only acted to make it throb even more. A pressure would then start to manifest itself at the tip of your member, starting off as an annoyance at first before it would grow more and more intense, getting to the point where you were actively trying to hold off your orgasm. You’d then feel as the pressure began to crawl itself up your member, moving across it as your veins flared against her thatched insides as you’d get to the point where your orgasm was inevitable. A few moments later and you were unable to take it anymore, a groan escaping your mouth as you rammed her head to your crotch, cumming as you would do so.

Ropes started to spray out of your member, coating her inner walls with your seed as she silently felt your ropes ooze inside of her, her inner walls moving slower as to massage your cum out of your cock. Your orgasm grew more intense the longer it went on, your volleys growing thicker and faster as they would soak into the woman's body, her roots keeping you upright as you leant down on her head slightly.  You then reached your peak, a massive amount of cum shooting deep inside of her, your fingers scratching against her head as your orgasm would start to taper off. The ropes grew smaller and your pace slower until it had been reduced to nothing at all, a few drops sliding out from your member before you let go of her head, seeing as she would pull away from your cock right after.

You gasped into the air for several moments, feeling as your member would drip with what was left of your orgasm, watching as the drops of pearly white fluid fell onto the floor as you looked at the cane in your hand and smiled. You thought about the possibilities now that you had a lover of your own, seeing as dust would shine in the light before the scarecrow would bring herself off the ground, ready for her next command. “Follow me, scarecrow.” You said as you began to walk out of the room, hearing as she would shamble behind you as you made a bet to yourself. And that bet was that your brother would probably stop bullying you now that you had your fabric hearted lover by your side.