Title: The Waters of the Ents 
Author: Mithriltoering (Snrn228@aol.com) 
Rating: NC 17, 
Pairing: M/P     
Summary: Ent Draught really does make you grow… 
Warnings: plotless M/P smut; buyer beware...Pervy Ent voyerism 
Feed back: Yes please, but don't crush me, I have a fragile ego. 
Disclaimer: They belong to JRR, I just like to play with them, no money just a smutty 
good time.  
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Merry didn't feel it at first it was an odd sensation. He could almost feel the hair of his 
head growing. The tingling began there and ran down through his body, all the way to his 
toes. He didn't mention the feelings to Pippin; he didn't know quite how to explain it. 
 
Pippin drank deeply again from the water that Treebeard offered. The old Ent laughed at 
the mortals as he watched the intense look form on the face of the elder of the two. They 
were indeed hasty folks; they drank freely and trustingly and Treebeard wondered what 
would become of them. So few mortals had ever drunk of the waters of the eldest ones 
and never had any been so greedy and quick to accept the gift that was offered. 
 
They would grow; this he knew. If they drank of it enough they would out grow all of 
their kind. That he was sure would not bother them, being the carefree folk they seemed 
to be. It was the other more immediate effects that concerned him. For he could see 
already, the elder of the two was aroused and; he was confused as to why. He would need 
to explain it he supposed but then; that would be hasty, giving away old entish secrets 
that way.  
 
Perhaps he would just wait and see what happened. These Hobbits were so impulsive and 
vibrant it may be interesting to see what they would do. Hooommmhoommm, he uttered 
aloud. Merry turned to face their host, blushing at the thoughts he had been having. 
Pippin seemed occupied and a bit distracted and Merry called to him. "Pip"! Pippin spun 
around away from the large bowl he had been drinking from. He looked guiltily at Merry. 
Then turned his attention to Treebeard.  
 
"Now little Shirelings, I must go out for a walk and tend to the flock. You will be safe 
enough here in my home. Do not leave for it is not safe for you outside." 
 
With that he turned and strode off without another word. Merry and Pippin were left 
alone with their worries and their thoughts and, with a strange tingling that was a very 
present irritation. An itch that needed scratching and Merry wasn't sure how he was going 
to go about meeting this sudden urge. The intensity of it was a blinding pressure, and 
Merry squirmed uncomfortably. 
 
None of the travelers had a moment to themselves; it wasn't safe to go off alone. The 
hobbits especially had suffered, the big folk had more freedom and they took watch alone 
at night. More than once Merry had seen Boromir relieve his "need" in the night when he 
thought no one was watching. Aragorn was more discrete, Legolas and Gimli; well he 
had not a clue what it was they did. Did elves have needs as pressing as Mortals? Merry 
wondered at himself for even thinking about these things. He had prayed for some time to 
himself many times on the journey. Many nights Pip would snuggle in close to him for 
warmth and he would be first irritated with him then he would feel the stirrings. He never 
thought himself a fancier of lads, but Pips warm body and his long ignored desires 
combined to make for very long frustrating evenings. 
 
Pippin was looking at him oddly; he realized that as he stood thinking he was growing yet 
more aroused. He felt the pressure in his groin as his erection strained against the material 
of his breeches. He blushed fiercely and dropped his hand to his side, as he realized that 
he was absently stroking himself through the material. He stared back at Pippin, he did 
not look very disturbed by what he had just witnessed. In fact he looked as if he needed a 
bit of time alone also.  
 
"Merry, what's happening?" He asked; sounding truly concerned. Pippin sounded fearful 
and Merry had to remind himself that Pip was still a tween, and had little experience. 
 
He should have realized how naïve Pippin really was, when he had asked about 
Boromir's almost nightly escapes.  Pip had followed him once and returned to camp quite 
perplexed yet flushed. 
 
"He's a grown man Pip, he has needs; he had told him." He asked Merry, if he had needs, 
and of course Merry told him "yes, quite frequently as a matter of fact." Pip had looked 
shocked.  
 
Merry had to explain it all to him. "Don't you ever wake up hard Pip?" He had asked him. 
When Pip answered yes, Merry asked and what do you do? Pippin looked truly confused. 
The conversation had caused Merry to focus the one place he did not wish and that was 
on his own problem, and then on Pip who had been driving him mad with his closeness. 
 
"Merry," he said, "I couldn't do that…could I." 
 
"Only if you NEED to Pip, That's why they call it a need."  
 
"How do you know if you need it?" 
 
"If it doesn't go away and you ache from it Pip. Now go to sleep." 
 
The conversation had ended but Merry had not slept. His hard member throbbed and 
ached, as it hadn't since his tweens. "Talk about needs" he sighed. 
 
 
Now he stood looking at Pippin, the object of his recent frustrations; he had the hardest 
cock he could ever remember having. 
 
Pippin was looking very uncomfortable; he shuddered as Merry looked at him. "Merry, 
remember when I asked how I would know if it was a need?" 
 
Merry nodded dumbly, "yes Pip I remember." 
 
"I think, I understand, I know now…" 
 
"Merry, what do I do…I can't stand it. Show me!" 
 
Merry groaned aloud, and felt weak in the knees. Pippin's begging only made him ache 
more. "Show him, How on myself or on him?" he thought. 
 
"Pip, his name came out as a strangled cry, what do you want me to do?" he moaned. 
 
Pippin was undressing frantically, Merry watched as he tore at his breeches.  His breath 
caught as Pippin pulled his straining erection from his undergarments. "Touch me Merry, 
please…" Merry moved forward and began pulling the buttons loose from his own 
breeches. In two strides he had Pippin in an embrace their foreheads pressed together, 
nose to nose.  Their breaths coming in strangled confused gasps.  Merry could feel the 
heat of him standing so close.  He reached down gently and stroked him slowly, brushing 
his fingers along the length of his dearest friend. 
 
Pippin groaned at the contact and his hips thrust forward.  
 
"It's all right Pip; try to relax and do what I do…" he whispered in his ear. 
 
Pippin looked up at Merry, "you want me to touch you too?" 
 
":OHGODYES: Peregrin Took, Just hearing you say it is driving me wild." Merry 
stroked him again, lightly not wanting to push him over the edge to quickly. 
 
Pippin reached down and took Merry's throbbing cock in his small hand and matched 
Merry's movements.  Merry leaned in and took Pippin's mouth with his own, he pressed 
his lips tightly against his mouth and the Lad opened to him. Their tongues began a 
sliding, hot wrestling match. Merry became aware he was groaning into Pip's mouth and 
thrusting hard into his tight fist. He was beginning to lose control and he knew he 
couldn't hold out much longer; Pippins stroking was growing frenzied as the lad neared 
his climax. Just the thought of Pippin's ecstasy nearly pushed Merry over the edge 
himself. 
 
"Merry!" Pippin moaned as his knees threatened to buckle. Merry stopped stroking him 
just as he reached an apex of sensation. His cock throbbed and so did Pippin's, a strange 
thought had come to him and he longed to feel Pippins body against his own. Again the 
wild thought passed through his mind; almost he came thinking about it. He slid his 
thumb over the tip of Pippin's cock spreading the slippery precum around the sensitive 
head… 
 
"::OHGODMERRY: Please…. he swooned in Merry's arms grabbing at his shoulders for 
support. " Merry grabbed him and pressed himself against Pippin until they slid together 
in a heated rhythm, they moaned in unison. Merry reached between them and palmed 
both of their cocks together. The sensations could not be stopped and they thrust into 
each other. 
 
Merry continued stroking Pippin hard and fast, with a little slip of his thumb over the tip. 
Pippin began to shudder and held to Merry for support.  He moaned as his knees buckled, 
Merry felt the hot wet pulsations over his hand.  He felt Pippin grasp his cock again to 
finish what he had so readily begun.  He pumped Merry until his release could no longer 
be held back.  Pippin watched as Merry's eyes rolled into his head and he groaned 
loudly.  He looked down to watch as Merry's seed spilled over his small hand.   
 
They leaned together for support. Merry was shaking from the exertion and felt near 
collapse. Pippin however acted as though he just discovered the best new toy in the 
world. And Merry noted that Pips cock was still, rock hard. Pippin was insatiable. 
 
Was it youthful exuberance or was it more. Merry found it very hot and exciting he 
looked down and realized he too was still "ready".  
 
"Oh god Pip; what is happening to us he said…" 
 
"I dunno, but it sure does feel good." 
 
 
Insane thoughts ran through Pippin's mind. He never thought his first time would be with 
Merry. But now that it came to it Merry was the only Hobbit besides Frodo he loved. 
Frodo… now there would be a sweet diversion, his mind wandered. Pippin gasped, at the 
wicked thoughts that passed through his mind.  Frodo was beautiful beyond reason, he 
had always thought so, but now it was clear, why he thought so.  They were safer than 
they had been in many long days and nights and that alone was a great peace, Frodo…he 
hoped was safe also, he hoped he would see him again someday now that he 
understood…and knew what he knew. 
 
Merry had just brought him to a blinding orgasm and they still stood together panting and 
aroused beyond reason. Pippin glanced at his still hard member. He was sure he had 
never awakened like this…He was so hard it hurt. He wanted more and Merry was 
offering, at least he thought he was. Pippin wanted to take Merry, be inside him until he 
couldn't stand it. 
 
"Pip?" Merry watched the dark expression pass over Pippin's fair features. It was 
dangerous and exciting. Merry reached down and grasped his cock already heavy with 
need again. He wanted to show Pippin how to pleasure him. He wasn't sure if he 
understood what he was getting into. 
 
Pippin reached up and whispered in his ear "Merry I want you." 
 
Merry felt his cock jump at the soft breath across his ear. "Want me to what Pip?" He 
asked. 
 
"No Merry I want you…. I want to be inside you; tell me how to do it right." 
 
The look of shocked surprise that crossed Merry's face was not lost on Pippin and he 
looked darkly at Merry so he'd know that he meant it. 
 
"Oh, Pip, are you sure…" Pippin nodded with too much enthusiasm. Merry lay down on 
his back and pulled his knees up exposing his tight opening for his friend and now lover. 
Pippin groaned at the site of Merry's willingness.  
 
"Pip you have to stretch me first, especially as big as you are. Here put this on your 
fingers first and your cock." Merry handed him a vial of lubricant made of oils he carried 
for medicinal purposes. Pippin smiled and greased up his hands and cock enjoying the 
application a bit too much, he moaned yet again as he felt himself throbbing in his own 
hand. 
 
"Now circle the opening and press gently until the muscles give then push in 
slowly…keep adding fin…." Merry's instruction was cut short as Pippin, ever eager; 
began to press into him.  He couldn't move as the waves of pleasure began instantly and 
he pressed down arching hard onto Pippin searching digits. 
 
Merry's response to his touch spurred Pip on. He quickly continued to press his fingers in 
until all four were flexing and pressing deeply. He played seeing what sorts of reactions 
he could get from his cousin. Merry was thrashing and crying out, he grasped at the 
ground he now lain on, nails digging into the packed soil. Pippin watched as Merry's cock 
twitched and danced as he pressed against a hard spot inside. "Oh Pip stop! Stop, stop; oh 
more." 
 
Pippin was chuckling, "now cousin make up your mind" 
 
"Pippin! Please, now, take me now, please!!!" 
 
With the final plea Pippin pulled his fingers free and watched Merry moan at the loss of 
fullness. He held himself and pressed against Merry. He moaned and thrust in with 
agonizing slowness. 
 
Merry's eyes rolled back as he felt Pippin enter him, it was better than he ever dared hope 
for.  He felt the jolts of pleasure plow through his body centralizing to his groin. The heat 
was building too quickly, and he again wondered if there was more to what was 
happening to them.  But as the thoughts passed through his mind, he realized he didn't 
care.  Nothing mattered but Pippin and their comfort, and joy and pleasure.  He moaned 
over and over as Pippin hit his 'sweet spot' repeatedly. Merry heard himself groan aloud 
again and scream Pips name, harder he begged him".  
 
Pippin bent to kiss him as he thrust deeper, his tongue delved deeply into Merry's hot 
mouth. He swallowed his final groaning cry as he felt the warm spurts across his 
abdomen as he leaned over Merry.  The rhythmic clenching that gripped Pippin as Merry 
came pushed him to the edge of ecstasy and he came calling out Merry's name, and 
thrusting into him until there was nothing left. They lay sated in each other's arms…. 
They slid apart and curled comfortably together, naked and flushed they fell asleep 
exhausted. 
 
Treebeard found them that way naked and asleep still entwined together and he thought, 
 
MY THEY ARE A HASTY FOLK… Hooommmhoommm. 
 
INDEED...