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Another day had started normally for Vi. She had woken up in her small cottage in the woods where she lived in peace and silence. Her job as a lumberjack was the best one she had found in all her life. Being alone in the woods chopping trees for the company she worked for was perfectly fitting for quite the loner she was.
She enjoyed the groans of pain people did when she punched their faces, or guts, or anything really as long as she was punching something, but trees didn’t really complain when she hit them again and again with her trusted and daily sharpened axe — so she made sure to punch them once or twice before chopping them, just for the sake of it.
She quickly sipped on her coffee and fried two eggs as she turned on the small TV. She almost choked when she saw the morning news — a few people protesting to save the environment and protecting the wildlife, just near her woods.
They wouldn’t have been much of a problem for her though. She had to deal with that “Save the trees” small gathering of people a few times in the past and running after them brandishing her axe seemed to work well enough to make them disappear for a few months.
They had even given her a nickname. The heartless cruel trees murderer. As the short segment of the news dedicated to those fuckers ended, she picked up her axe, wore her torn flannel on top of the tank top she had been sleeping in and headed out.
The landscape was always the same — trees and trees and occasional severed trunks — yet refreshing at the same time. Also her only source of income.
As she walked deeper in the woods crunching sticks below her boots she whistled some random tune, carrying her heavy axe with only one arm. She had built a lot of biceps while cutting down trees for the past year.
When she saw a few birch trees just the right size and age to be chopped down she stopped on her steps, brandished the axe and blew some perfectly angled hits on the trunk that swung just a little bit each time the weapon and the tree clashed.
After around half an hour of hard work and different angles, one tree was down — colliding with the tree crown of another birch next to it. The easy part was done. Severing the trunk in smaller chunks would have been a longer task, but someone had to do it.
Suddenly she heard a scream coming from nearby. She immediately thought someone had been hurt in the woods and the first thought that came to her mind was to abandon the tree trunk and search for the source of the scream.
“If some kind of wildlife is involved I’d better take the axe with me” she thought. Carrying the sharp tool with her she followed the source of the noise, but no other screams reached her ears.
“Did I imagine it?” she thought while scratching her cheek, but before she could spin around and continue the tree massacre, she heard another loud “NO!”
The voice was definitely one of a girl. If she was in danger, it was Vi’s job to help her — no one else was around apart from some annoying squirrels squeaking as they heard the loud noise coming from nearby.
It didn’t take Vi much time to find the girl and what she saw left her astonished and confused for a minute.
A girl she guessed to be around her age, but taller and with blue hair that reached below her shoulders was tied up to a tree. Vi was suddenly really worried. Was there some kind of maniac inhabiting her woods? Who would have done such a thing?
Then she noticed the girl’s clothes. Black jeans, sneakers definitely not made to walk deep in the woods and the shirt. The damn white tank top with the green all caps lock logo “SAVE THE TREES”.
“Ah damn fuck” Vi thought as she approached the stranger.
“So you’re the monster who does this to the trees!” the girl shouted.
“Ugh, yea” Vi replied as she approached the girl, guessing she needed some help to be untied to the oak trunk she was wrapped around with a rope.
“Get away from me you monster! This tree is not going to be chopped down today” the girl frowned, she seemed really angry.
“Wow you environmentalists really escalated recently” Vi replied muttering, more to herself than to the stranger literally tied up to a tree.
“Who did this to you?” she asked in a higher tone.
“I did!” the blue haired girl replied and Vi couldn’t help but let a small giggle escape her throat.
“Just…why” she rubbed her temples. She expected everything but that from a normal working day.
“Because you monsters are ruining the environment. What will happen to us when there won’t be any oxygen to breathe anymore?” the girl spat out. She was definitely furious, but Vi was undisturbed.
“Okay. Just let me get you free and you can go protest in front of the reporters’ cameras and show your pretty face on the news instead of bothering me as I work my ass off for a minimum wage” Vi scoffed and abandoned the axe on the mossy ground as she approached the girl who raised a leg and blew a well aimed kick at Vi’s stomach.
“What the actual fuck, you psycho?” Vi groaned in pain, clutching her stomach.
“My name is Caitlyn Kiramman and I will defend this tree with my life if necessary” Caitlyn angrily retorted. Vi didn’t expect something like that from an environmentalist.
“Damn they should up your meds” Vi walked closer, walking around the tree to free the girl’s hands. She wanted that pretty face and big blue eyes to disappear from her woods as soon as possible, but Caitlyn resisted, gripping on the rope, shouting nonsense about wildlife protection that didn’t even reach Vi’s ears.
At some point Vi gave up. If that weirdo wanted to stay tied up to an oak for the whole day it wasn’t her problem. She sighed and walked around the tree again to face Caitlyn.
“Damn she’s kinda hot” she thought for a moment as she briefly stared and the pouty angry girl tied up to a damn tree as a form of protest.
“Am I allowed to know the name of the monster who’s doing all this to our woods?” Caitlyn asked through gritted teeth.
“Ugh… I’m Vi” the red haired girl replied, annoyed. What even was the point of that question? Just some more info about her to spill in the environmental freaks group chat?
“Vi as for Violating the common sense rules of living in peace with the planet?” Caitlyn’s expression turned from really angry to slightly tired. Vi thought that even Caitlyn was tired of that weird power play.
“No, just Vi” the other looked around, the sun was midway through its peak and almost half an hour had been spent listening to the bragging of that crazy girl. Vi took off her flannel, hanging it to the closest tree branch.
Caitlyn stared for a moment at the other’s arms. Damn if working as an assassin of trees had paid off in terms of body shaping. She blushed a little. And Vi noticed.
“I’ll definitely change your mind about lumberjacks” Vi thought, pondering for a second. She would have preferred Caitlyn to be untied from that damn tree before trying any kind of avances, so she got slightly closer, locking her gaze with the other who was able to maintain eye contact just for a brief moment.
“Can I set you free from this tree? I really bet it wouldn’t like to have a girl pressed against it” she said, casually scratching her shoulder.
“Damn mosquitoes” she thought.
“Because you would?” Caitlyn retorted. Her voice was really different now. Softer, almost… inquiring?
“I mean, if it’s someone as fine as you I definitely would” Vi replied, casually but definitely interested.
“Then go on” Caitlyn bit her lip while now staring once again at Vi’s face, body, the muscles definitely showing even below the tank top.
“You mean with my job? Finally you got the point” Vi swung around, grabbing her axe and carrying it on her shoulder.
“No! I mean, go on with your… thoughts” Caitlyn replied. Vi raised an eyebrow, amused for a moment. Damn if the savage daughter trees murderer look had a charm on women, but she didn’t expect to catch the attention of the weirdest most radical environmentalist she had ever met.
“Okay then, but you’re tied up” Vi tilted her head.
“I’ll be one with the tree. My pleasure will pass on it so the others won’t suffer that much when you’ll assassinate them” Caitlyn replied, sighing.
“Ugh, okay. You sure?” Vi dropped the axe, stepped closer to Caitlyn and grabbed her chin, raising her gaze to see if the other was high on some kind of weird stuff.
“Yea, I am. Take me dammit” Caitlyn looked almost ashamed of herself, but Vi shrugged and took off her tank top. Caitlyn’s eyelids widened for a second at the sight. Maybe, just maybe she would have started a gofound for lumberjacks to become personal trainers so they would be able to still make a living without destroying the planet and raising the amount of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.
Vi didn’t wait longer, the caffeine was starting to run off and she wanted to have lunch already, so she just got closer to Caitlyn, one palm pressed on the tree right above Caitlyn’s shoulder and the other hand reached the hem of the stupid tank top. Caitlyn looked down at Vi’s hand. She wouldn’t have pleaded. She had to stand for the trees rights, but she wanted Vi, she was sure of it.
Vi read the clear signals on Caitlyn’s face and just reached for the girl’s boobs, finding out she wasn’t even wearing a bra.
“Okay she’s weird, but damn if she’s hot” Vi thought as she approached Caitlyn’s lips with her own. Was that girl really okay with having sex while tied up to an oak trunk? Vi thought about it for a second and suddenly she wished she had chopped up more trees just for Caitlyn to show up months before.
The other moaned against the kiss, as her eyes were shut she really wished for a brief second she wouldn’t have been tied up just to get the feeling of Vi’s abs under her fingertips. But no. She would have stood for her cause until the end.
Vi didn’t wait much to unbutton Caitlyn’s jeans. Her hand slid inside the opening, the fabric of the trousers was tight against her hand, but for some reason Caitlyn didn’t show discomfort. No, she was literally tilting her head backwards, occasionally moaning softly.
“You’re hot, you know?” Vi smirked as she blindly searched for the hem of Caitlyn’s panties, finding what appeared to be lace. She tried to guess the colour and for a second she thought about lowering Caitlyn’s jeans, but the other was still tied up to the tree — Vi realised that the hard texture of the trunk against Caitlyn’s naked ass wouldn’t have been ideal for the blue haired now panting, red cheeked girl.
Caitlyn finally looked down at Vi’s hand finding its way under the lace panties and just between her legs, searching for her clit with skills Caitlyn didn’t imagine her to have.
“And you’re a monster, but I mean, a sexy one I have to admit” Caitlyn replied between one heavy breath and another. Vi’s skilled and experienced fingers easily spread the lips of Caitlyn’s pussy, finding it way more wet than she had imagined.
“Wow” she thought, glancing at the girl undone, still faithful to the tree yet betraying her principles by having sex with a lumberjack “She’s definitely weird, but damn fine” Vi found Caitlyn’s entrance in a matter of seconds and cautiously pushed in two fingers just to check the other’s reaction.
Caitlyn almost screamed through pressed lips. Vi moved her left hand from the tree to Caitlyn’s tank top, lifting the hem just enough to see her toned yet thin waist.
As an almost involuntary reflex she pushed her fingers a little deeper, thrusting them oh so slightly while pressing her thumb against Caitlyn’s clit, watching the girl squirming in pleasure yet trying not to put it on display in front of Vi.
As Vi continued on with her fingering work she got even closer to Caitlyn, kissing her neck, the other tilting her head to expose it better.
Vi was wet as well, but she couldn’t really do anything about it at that moment so she figured she would just have memorised the moment as best as she could, for scientific reasons of course.
“I hate you” Caitlyn suddenly said. Vi wasn't much bothered. She already knew that, instead she slid her fingers deeper, adding a third one and getting a groan of pleasure as a response.
“You really show your hate in a weird way” Vi spoke against Caitlyn’s neck, her right hand speeding up the pace. She would have given that environmentalist a real reason not to bother her in her woods ever again. And the reason was just making her suddenly really attracted to leasbian lumberjackses.
Caitlyn’s leg slightly shook just a little as she tried to maintain a modicum of decency, but Vi knew better. She put more effort into her thumb work, pressing it a little harder against Caitlyn’s clit. Vi couldn’t see, but she really felt the moment when Caitlyn came — the inner walls of her pussy spasming for a few seconds as the blue haired girl let go of the built tension and buried her face in Vi’s neck. Her embarrassed and suppressed moaning didn't stop as she came over Vi’s fingers, still thrusting a little inside of her, helping her ride her orgasm a little longer. A mere revenge for a whole morning of work wasted arguing with that “Save the trees” really sexy young woman.
When Caitlyn’s whole body relaxed a bit and her knees bent just a little, Vi slid out her hand from the other’s panties, looking at them and finding them reflecting the light of the sun beams penetrating the foliage for how damp they were.
“Ugh, would you want me to tie you down from that tree now?” Vi asked, literally licking Caitlyn’s juices off her fingers. The other was astonished, in a positive, oh so positive way.
“Yes?” she answered, she wasn’t even sure herself. Her whole life purpose — destroying the word “lumberjack” from the job list — had been deflowered just like her.
Vi quickly untied the really unprofessional knot Caitlyn had done around her wrists and the other closed the buttons of her jeans as soon as her hands were free again.
“Want some lunch?” Vi asked, her chin pointing in the direction of her cabin as she picked up her flannel from the tree branch.
“What’s on the menu?” Caitlyn replied, distracted while massaging her wrists. Damn if that had been a bad idea for the environment protection purpose she had tried to pursue.
“My pussy” Vi replied, picking up the axe, crunching sticks and leaves as she started to walk among the trees.
“Definitely a good idea” Caitlyn thought, following Vi although struggling to keep up the pace. It was kinda uncomfortable to walk in tight jeans with a lake between her legs, but she managed to reach the cabin running after Vi.
“I was joking, Caitlyn” Vi said after the silent walk back to her house “There’s deer steak and roasted potatoes for lunch”
Caitlyn looked at her in slight disappointment. Deer steak? Caitlyn thought about it for a second, but her mind ran away from the thought of the deer steak as soon as Vi spoke again.
“My pussy is the dessert” Vi grinned, opening the door of the cabin.