The Xenobotanist's Seeds -- by lightswitch © November 2010 [Cross-Kingdom sex (i.e., plant rape), "tentacles" (vines), facesit, oral, reluctant, non-consensual, drugs, forced impregnation, domination, bondage, sci fi] Synopsis: A scientist specializing in alien plant life discovers a species that propagates by forcibly implanting its seeds into unwilling animals. ================================== The twin suns of Antiope-3 were both at their zenith, indicating the planet was aphelion to both its binary stars. However, the complex and confusing orbit of the planet was of little interest to Doctor Prunis Avium, the tiny research station's resident xenobotanist, unless it could somehow be tied into the local plantlife's phylogeny, physical structure, or propagation mechanisms. Antiope-3 had been an incredible discovery: A planet other than Earth that hosted complex life forms! The young British xenobotanist had beaten out hundreds of other highly qualified candidates from around the world to become one member of a three-person team that had been sent to establish a science base on the planet and begin studying the exotic alien life it hosted. Prunis was the youngest of the team, at 23, and had just finished her advanced degree in botany. At 5'6", she was exactly in between the heights of the other two team members. Her golden blonde hair, which she kept in a cute pixie cut, made her stand out when she was with her two black-haired teammates. She tugged at the short green sheathe they called a uniform, listening to the click of her black knee-high boots as she walked down the tiled corridors of the station. "This damned dress barely covers my ass," the distracted blonde muttered. "And it rides up when I walk." Obviously it had been a man who had designed these "uniforms," she thought, her mouth twisting wryly. Prunis held the rank of Lieutenant, due to her role as a staff scientist. The other two members of the team were Sakura Sachi and Nizhoni Barefoot. Sakura was the team's xenozoologist and medical officer. Where Prunis studied the exotic plant life, Sakura focused on the alien animal life, as well as serving as the station doctor. The quiet, attractive woman was 32 and held the rank of Lieutenant. Despite being a Japanese citizen, she spoke almost perfect English. At 5'4", the petite Asian was the shortest of the team. Prunis admired Sakura's golden skin, which seemed dark compared to hers, but light next to Nizhoni's. Sakura's uniform was identically designed, but blue in color. Captain Nizhoni Barefoot was the team physicist, mechanic, electrician, and nominal leader. From Native American ancestry, the copper-skinned beauty stood about 5'8" and had long, straight, black hair that she parted down the middle. Prunis estimated the Captain's age to be about 36. Prunis gritted her teeth whenever she thought about the yellow-uniformed team leader. Just as when you put any two alpha females together in a small space, there was substantial friction between Prunis and the woman designated as her "leader." The multi-national organization that had formed the team had decided to use an all-female group, assuming this would avoid the complications and potential risks of a mixed-gender team. But that had turned out to be a simplistic assessment for a remote, long-term research project. The group was just starting their second year of their five-year assignment. "Even we have needs," Prunis sighed quietly, feeling a familiar ache in her loins. She'd have given anything to enjoy the attentions of a man, about now. Any man! How long had it been since she'd fucked anyone? She'd been unwillingly celibate before leaving Earth, due to her busy schedule and courseload. And now it had been over a year since she'd been intimate with another person. Masturbation only went so far. Perhaps it was inevitable that when three attractive, young females were stuck out on a remote planet for a multi-year project, it would only be a matter of time before they sought release in the arms of each other. Though Prunis tried to resist her growing need for sexual release, she found that she had begun subconsciously "posing" when in the presence of her teammates -- adjusting her posture subtlety so as to show off her long, tapering legs, slender waist, and full, pale breasts. Even though there were just two other women at the base, she spent hours each morning styling her hair and applying a dwindling stash of smuggled make-up. When she realized what she had been doing, she was embarrassed. But she didn't stop. Masturbating quietly in her quarters each night, she vowed not to submit to the convenient catharsis of lesbianism. But as each sexless day went by, her resolve weakened. She sensed the same struggle going on with the other two and willfully tried to banish her mental images of sitting on their dusky faces, forcing them to service her moist slit and throbbing clit. As the days continued to go by, her resolve slowly eroded and she allowed herself to go on autopilot, ignoring her descent into temptation. What happens, happens, she told herself, in resignation. Surprisingly, Sakura was the first to break. It started when Prunis realized the pretty Japanese doctor was subtlety flirting with her and her other teammate -- innocent double entendres with enough plausible deniability to provide a retreat, if rebuffed. Nizhoni appeared interested, but conflicted -- probably wrestling with the ethical conflict of having a lesbian relationship with someone who was technically a subordinate. Prunis had no such compunctions and began flirting back, brazenly teasing the Japanese woman with racy talk of her own, which she escalated through apparently casual and unintentional body contact -- an accidental brushing as they passed in the hall, an innocent touch while talking ... One day in the lab, Sakura snapped. The older woman found her arousal and overly prolonged celibacy too much to bear. She attacked the young blonde and tried to force herself on her. However, Prunis considered herself a dominant and used her superior size and strength to subdue the horny xenozoologist. After a fierce, but one-sided struggle that found the clothes ripped off both participants, the aroused blonde xenobotanist had forced the smaller woman onto the floor and roughly straddled her pretty, golden face, rubbing herself in lustful tribadism on her attractive Japanese conquest. After over a year of situationally enforced celibacy, it hadn't taken long. Prunis came like a rocket, grinding her fevered blonde snatch down hard on the struggling Japanese woman's pretty face. From that moment on, they became lovers, with the dominant blonde forcing the smaller woman into a reluctant submissive role. Prunis enjoyed their trysts, taking long rides on her shorter teammate's face and occasionally fingering the smaller woman to orgasm as a reward. This continued for three months and Prunis was completely satisfied with the arrangement. She'd have loved to try topping Nizhoni and made a few veiled offers, but the beautiful Captain either didn't have an interest, didn't catch the less-than-subtle innuendo, or was inhibited by the superior-subordinate ethical situation. "Personally," Prunis thought, licking her full, pink lips, "I'd love to reverse that superior-subordinate relationship and make that hot, dark slut my bitch." Unfortunately, following through on such an action, if not reciprocated, entailed the risk of court-martial -- or a physical beating. So Prunis left Nizhoni alone and continued her facesitting sessions with Sakura. Things were going smoothly enough and Prunis, at least, had obtained a satisfactory avenue for sexual satisfaction. She found herself becoming possessive of the attractive Japanese woman, enjoying a growing feeling of ownership for her reluctantly submissive muff-muncher. Until one day when she found Sakura cheating on her. Prunis had been working in the lab and decided to take a break to get a snack. As she neared the tiny mess hall, she heard familiar sounds: Soft moaning and the wet "shlick-shlik-shlik" of a slick, wet pussy sliding rapidly back and forth over someone's face. Sure enough, peeking around the corner, she saw them. Both women were completely nude. Captain Barefoot was sitting astride Sakura's head, feverishly humping the Japanese woman's pretty face as the Native American woman finger-fucked the smaller woman into a frenzy of sexual excitement. Prunis felt the blood rush to her head as she was almost overcome by waves of anger, jealousy, and arousal. Arousal won out and she watched quietly, careful to stay out of sight. With a strangled cry, the taller woman orgasmed, grinding herself down hard on the smaller woman's pretty face. The Captain's eyes were clenched shut and her teeth gritted hard as she crushed the Japanese woman's face under her climaxing cunt. Prunis couldn't stop from fondling herself as she watched her lover being savagely face-fucked by the woman to whom she was attracted, but was now beginning to hate. "Oh God, Sakura!" Nizhoni groaned slowly coming to a halt, but still sitting with her full weight on the Japanese woman's face. "Oh, that was *so* good!" Slowly, reluctantly, the copper-skinned woman dismounted the thoroughly dominated Asian woman. With the smothering, black-furred quim finally removed, Sakura gasped for air. "Please, Nizhoni!" she begged, weeping with sexual frustration. "Do me! Make me cum, I beg you!!! I NEED to cum!" Captain Barefoot gave her a loving smile and, to Prunis' amazement, proceeded to go down on her attractive, pussy-whipped subordinate. "Ew!" the watching blonde thought, "Nizhoni's eating pussy! And here I thought she was either asexual or a domme! Can't be that much of a dominant if she's willing to munch muff." However, if the beautiful, dark-skinned Captain *was* open to lesbian sex and *wasn't* a dominant... A mental image of an erotic three-way, with these two women using their mouths to pleasure Prunis' young, dominant, pale body distracted the young xenobotanist, making her sigh with pleasure. Quietly, Prunis snuck away, grinning at the possibility of acquiring *two* submissive fucktoys to service her during their extended stay. Suddenly, Antiope-3 was looking like a great place to spend a few years! * * * * * * * * * * * * Prunis' chance came early the next day, in the mess hall. It was early and the confident blonde had decided to hunt down her quarry, first thing. The thought of topping that exotic, arrogant, dark-skinned beauty made her pussy drip with arousal. Captain Barefoot was at the counter, slicing cantaloupes. Prunis smiled and sidled up. "Nice melons," the horny young blonde leered, ogling the dark cleavage displayed through the deep V-neck of the yellow uniform the Native American woman wore. The Captain nodded. "I think the hydroponics garden is progressing well," she said. "This station has become self-sustaining in a short amount of time and that's largely been due to your efforts. You're to be commended!" Prunis laughed and, from behind, slid her hands inside the Captain's uniform, cupping her dark breasts. "I mean *these* melons," the white woman laughed, lewdly fondling her Captain's boobs. The Native American woman jerked away and angrily turned to confront her. "Prunis!" she snapped. "Stand down, Lieutenant!" Seeing the look of shock on the young xenobotanist's face, the Captain's expression softened. "I'm sorry," the copper-skinned beauty said, smiling apologetically. "I know it's tough being isolated out here for so long, but ... I'm not like that. I'm straight." The angry white woman glared at her superior officer. "You didn't look so straight last night in the mess hall, when you were facesitting your *other* subordinate!" Prunis sneered, resentfully. Nizhoni's expression paled. "Yeah," the insulted blonde continued, "that's right! I saw you riding Sakura's face like it was a rodeo bull. And after you gave her a faceful of your twat, you returned the favor and enjoyed a little 'Japanese cuisine' yourself, didn't you!" Prunis glared, sullen and defiant, at her Captain. The dark-skinned woman sighed and looked chastened. "You ... you saw that, then?" Nizhoni whispered, obviously embarrassed. "I ... I'm sorry, Prunis. The truth is: I *am* straight. It's just that going so long without sex ..." The Captain gave her an apologetic smile. "I guess you *do* know how that is. Anyway, I don't have feelings for Lt. Sakura ... I just needed some ... release. I reciprocated only out of a sense of obligation, not because I enjoyed it. I'm not looking for that to become a regular activity." The unmollified blonde snorted. "Yeah, right," Prunis huffed. Cutting off further excuses and embarrassing rejection, the furious white woman stalked off down the hall towards the lab. At the lab doorway, she saw Lt. Sachi. "Hey Sakura!" Prunis called, feeling her pussy moisten with anticipation. "You ready to be fed some 'golden sponge cake?'" A little sexual release was just what she needed to relieve her tension and disspiate her foul mood at Nizhoni's callous rejection. The pretty Japanese woman made a dismissive gesture. "Get lost," she sniffed. "You're a selfish lover who's only interested in her own pleasure. You know I like to be dominant, but you always force me to play the submissive! You hardly ever get me off; as soon as you cum, you figure 'I got mine' and wander off, leaving me frustrated and seeking my own release." Prunis was stunned. "I ... I thought you liked getting topped!" the white girl stammered. The pretty Japanese woman flipped her middle finger at the surprised young blonde. "Read my lips, you clueless blonde bimbo!" she snapped. "I'm a domme! The only reason I put up with getting facesat by you was because I couldn't overpower you and force you to pleasure ME! Every now and then you'd finger me until I came, so I took what I could get. Now, though ... now I got something better!" The pretty Japanese woman turned and strolled away, leaving the surprised white girl behind, staring stupidly after her. A range of emotions washed over the young xenobotanist, in rapid succession: Rejection, sadness, fear of being alone and unsatisfied, ... And then anger. I can't believe these stuck-up cunts, Prunis thought, slamming into the lab and holding up (but not really seeing) a slide showing a cross-section of the phloem and xylem from one of the native species. I'm the youngest! I'm the prettiest! The two of them should both be BEGGING me to use them! So why are THEY having sex and I'm alone, she wondered. Eyes tearing in shame and frustration, she slammed open the door to the garden and stumbled outside. The "garden" was a stretch of outdoor space, about 50 feet by 50 feet, created by setting up the housing structures to surround this open, native space. Antiope-3's atmosphere was close to Earth's, with slightly less oxygen and slightly more carbon dioxide. Staying out too long would eventually make humans a bit light-headed, although it appeared safe for durations of a half hour or less. The garden enclosed a snapshot of the flora of Antiope-3. It wasn't a complete enclosure, as there was a narrow space leading to the area formally considered "outside' the encampment. Prunis sat on a rock and cried. "I'm going to be the third wheel!" she sobbed. "For the remaining four years, I'm going to be the only one going without sex!" Worse, Sakura and Nizhoni would be going at it hot and heavy, probably every night. The thought of those two, wrapped in a tight 69, was almost more than she could bear. Her pride was hurt, both by Nizhoni's willingness to go down on Sakura while rejecting Prunis, and by Sakura's rejection of her in favor of the Captain. "This is Nizhoni's fault," Prunis decided. "That dark-skinned bitch is the one to blame for everything! If it weren't for her, Sakura would have no choice but to serve me or go without. I could do anything I wanted to the little Jap slut!" Her eyes fell on a small, indigenous deer-like creature that Sakura had dubbed a "kanoko." Kanokos were about the same size as an Earth Labrador Retriever, but had six legs. Other than the extra set of legs, they resembled Earth fawns. While normally quite skittish, this creature seemed completely at ease, stretching its neck to nibble on a large, trumpet-shaped pink flower hanging near an outgrowth of alien plants with large, thick, leathery green leaves. It must not have seen me yet, Prunis realized, remaining motionless. Sakura would kill to have an opportunity to observe one of these from such a close vantage point, she thought! Her eyes teared as she was reminded of the loss of her pretty sex partner. She heard a soft rustle among the vines. Prunis gave a start. What had that been ... some kind of alien snake? She knew plants like the back of her hand, but the thought of strange animals scared her. Fear froze the young blonde in place. Looking down, she was stunned to see several vines slowly moving towards the unsuspecting kanoko. With increasing speed, they slithered across the ground. Then they wrapped around the small creature's spindly legs. Finally aware of the danger, the kanoko jumped and tried to sprint away. But it was too late: The vines had wrapped around its hind legs and now held it firmly. Slowly, the vines hoisted the struggling animal into the air. Fascinated, Prunis studied the wondrous plant that had made such an unexpected attack. With a start, the xenobotanist realized that what she had assumed was a nearby wall of various strange plants was, in actuality, all one huge plant. Much of the plant's main "body" was hidden by broad, wide leaves, with thick tendrils of vines visible and hanging from stalk-like branches, or running out over the ground. Had the vines been activated when the kanoko brushed them with a hoof, Prunis wondered? Or perhaps they were able to sense body heat? She spotted the central stalk, hidden among the greenery. It was thick -- about the diameter of a large palm tree. There also appeared to be a large spongy "pad" of moss-like plant material at the base of the central stalk. The pad extended a good five feet or more all around the base and was about two feet high. A protective adaptation to thwart gnawing rodent creatures, she wondered? The plant had hoisted the hapless deer-like creature high into the air, where the small animal struggled desperately. A thick vine had wrapped around each of its limbs, spreading it out like an asterisk and effectively immobilizing it. To her surprise, she saw one of the large, pink, trumpet-like flowers slowly turn and move towards the trapped animal. Motile vines, Prunis thought, in awe. I wonder what the physiological mechanism is that makes their movement possible? The big flower slowly snaked past the kanoko's head and draped itself over a shoulder. Then it slowly twined around the struggling creature's throat. After wrapping a few loose coils around the small animal's neck, the flower hovered near the kanoko's face, as if gauging the distance. Then, with a surprising snap of its vine-like stalk, the flower slapped itself over the struggling kanoko's face, engulfing its muzzle in its large, smothering petals. A pink mist sprayed out of the flower, into the trapped kanoko's face. Almost immediately, the small creature's struggles grew weak, until all movement, save an occasional twitch, ceased. The flower slowly changed color from pink to blue, as the fine mist continued to spray, draining out of the flower. Some kind of poison, Prunis wondered, thrilled at what she was seeing. Pollen? To what end? Was this a carnivorous plant? Would it now consume its helpless prey? The young xenobotanist continued to watch with rapt attention. The plant held the deer-like creature aloft, its six limbs spread wide and its face encased in a now-blue flower, which had finally stopped spraying. Prunis watched, fascinated, as the base of the flower vine, near the plant wall and farthest from the flower, began to thicken. No, not thickening, per se, she realized. More as if some liquid were being forced up, inside the vine. There was no analog to this action among Earth plants and she watched with bated breath as the engorged portion of the vine progressed along its length. As the thickening section approached the flower end of the vine, the coils around the creature's throat thickened, effectively constricting its hold even tighter. The strangling kanoko kicked feebly, as it dully and instinctively sought escape. When the thickening section reached the flower, the kanoko began kicking more strenuously. Within seconds, a thick, opaque, greenish-white goo began dripping from around the edges of the constricting flower petals smothering the creatures face. The kanoko shuddered and went limp. "What just happened?" Prunis murmured, fascinated. Had the creature been poisoned? Had it drowned in the strange effluent? Maybe the thick liquid had a sopophoric effect, intended to stop the prey from struggling? More vines raised up from the mass on the ground, hovering and swaying, as if seeking something. These vines seemed different, though: they were thicker and smoothly ridged. Slowly, unerringly, they swayed towards the limp kanoko. Two thick vines fell against the creature's inert body and began trailing over it, as if exploring. Prodding and probing, they drifted, apparently aimlessly. That is, until they reached the creature's hindquarters. One thick vine nudged the unconscious kanoko's anus. Almost immediately, the vine stiffened and penetrated the hapless creature. Prunis blinked, a perverse thrill coursing through her body. "Why you dirty, kinky, perverted plant!" she thought, chuckling in amazement. Relentlessly, the plant continued to push its thick vine up the bound kanoko's anus, stretching the creature's nether orifice cruelly. The thicker vine, in the meantime, had found the kanoko's sex. Immediately it penetrated this opening and began pushing the thick vine deeper. I wonder if it sensed heat or moisture, Prunis thought, trying to ignore the heat and moisture between her own legs as she watched the alien plant violate this small alien animal. That's not a true vine, the young xenobotanist realized, a thrill coursing through her body as she watched the twin penetrations. The physiology is wrong! That vine penetrating the vagina ... it's a modified stamen! "Is the plant going to try to "pollinate" this animal?" she murmured in disbelief. The amazed blonde had to laugh. "Good luck with that!" she chuckled aloud, continuing to watch with wide, intent eyes. The thick stamen-appendage, deeply wedged up into the kanoko's womb, began swelling at its base, the end furthest from the penetration, and Prunis watched the progress of the swelling as it filled with some unknown substance. "Ohmigod!" Prunis murmured, feeling her pussy grow slick, "Is it going to do it? Is the plant really going to try to pollinate this poor animal?" The engorging stamen continued to thicken until the widening diameter reached the animal's violated vagina. But the filling stamen was not to be denied and Prunis winced as the kanoko's penetrated hole was stretched impossibly wide. For several minutes, nothing appeared to happen, except the steady pumping action along the length of the stamen as it filled its prey with ... something. And then, sheets of that same opaque, greenish-white goo slowly oozed out of the kanoko's thoroughly stuffed vagina. Days of unwanted celibacy, coupled with this bizarre display of cross-kingdom rape, had Prunis panting with arousal. Slowly she slid her hand up under her too-short uniform, thankful for the first time for its immodest length, and began jilling off. The plant spent at least twenty minutes pumping its load into the insensate kanoko, allowing Prunis plenty of time to achieve her own climax as she watched. The young blonde watched in horrified fascination as the little creature's abdomen distended from the pressure of so much thick goo being pumped into it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement at the base of the other impaling vine, again furthest from the point of penetration. But rather than swelling as if filling with fluid, this vine looked as if round sphere-like objects, each about four inches in diameter, were slowly traveling inside the length of the appendage. "Not another stamen, then," Prunis murmured, fascinated. But what then? The answer hit her like a stone dropped on the head. "The pistil!" she whispered. "The plant is going to implant its seeds inside the kanoko!" This is too bizarre, she thought. She pulled out her notebook with sticky fingers and began jotting down observations. * * * * * * * * * * * The whole process took about an hour. When it was over, the vines relaxed and lowered the unmoving kanoko, almost gently, onto the spongy pad at the base of the stalk. About 10 minutes later, the dazed creature stirred and shakily tried to get to its feet. Between the fat seeds forced up its anus and the copious amounts of thick goo shot into its womb, the poor animal was bloated to the point of resembling a beach ball with six spindly limbs. On trembling legs, it stumbled off, its muzzle coated with thick goo that dripped from its open mouth, just as it dribbled from between its hind legs. With every twelfth step, one of the big seeds forced itself out of the violated kanoko's bowels, landing with a heavy thump on the dirt below. The animal's eyes were half-closed and appeared almost rolled up in its head every time it deposited a seed. Gently, Prunis led it away. "You've been through so much," she empathized, gently wrapping one of her nylon stockings around its throat. "The autopsy should tell us a lot!" * * * * * * * * * * * * Prunis decided to name the alien plant "Xenoprunis avium," or X. avium, for short. An examination under the microscope showed that the thick goo had, indeed, been pollen, set in some kind of protein colloidal suspension, which appeared to have properties similar to an Earth family of powerful euphorics or narcotics. The pink residue on the animal's muzzle appeared to be a combination of a mild narcotic, phytoestrogens, and a testosterone-like substance. A botanical aphrodisiac, she wondered? As unbelievable as these results were, the results of the autopsy were even more fantastic. The kanoko was pregnant. Not just pregnant, but *impregnated*! By a plant! It turned out that the stamen had forced its way all the way into the animal's uterus, where it had spewed its load for almost half an hour! Incredibly, it had somehow fertilized *every egg* in the kanoko's body -- including those in the ovaries -- one of which had then dutifully dropped down to implant in the uterus! "EVERY egg!" Prunis whispered, dumbfounded. Hundreds! How was that even *possible*? How could a PLANT "pollinate/fertilize" an animal egg?!? Biologically, such a thing broke every rule. But there it was. "What would the progeny be like?" the excited xenobotanist whispered to herself. Animal? Plant? A hybrid? She suspected plant - that the X. avium just used the animal as a host/carrier. But it would be fascinating to verify this! And then there was the question about the carrier's ability to carry so many fetuses to term, much less survive delivery. The animal would be too bloated to even move, assuming it could survive such a mega-pregnancy. "Unless the fertilized/pollinated egg remained in stasis, while in the ovaries," the excited xenobotanist murmured aloud. Would a new pollinated egg drop down to implant, then, after every delivery? If this was true, the victim of a plant rape would spend the rest of her life delivering plant-offspring, one after another -- separated only by gestation periods! Prunis shuddered at the thought of such overwhelming biological dominance. The function of the pistil, while biologically explainable, was also a wondrous example of evolution. The X. avium overpowered animals and, for all practical purposes, loaded their bowels with seeds. In fact, it had implanted so many seeds that the internal pressure must be nigh unbearable, judging by the distension of the violated kanoko's abdomen! Over the course of the next few days after a plant-rape, the animal would, in effect, be shitting out a seed every dozen steps or so for the next several days -- or weeks. The seeds were big enough to be temporarily restrained by the animal's anal ring, thus keeping them from all spewing out at once, as if from a machine gun. Over time, and with the motion of walking, the internal pressure from being so overloaded would eventually force them out -- one at a time. "What an ingenious way to propagate and distribute progeny!" Prunis enthused. "Forcing an animal to serve as a carrier, thus finding a way to spread their seeds over a wider geographic area!" This was an absolutely stunning discovery and Prunis was wildly excited about sharing her findings with the world. On impulse, she dipped her index finger into the greenish-white goo and touched her fingertip to the tip of her tongue. Waves of sexual pleasure slammed through her, making her legs tremble with pleasure. She fell to her knees, her inner thighs slick with her own juices. Unable to resist, she ran a fingertip along her now hyper-sensitive labia and cried out as an intense orgasm wracked her body. "God, that was stupid," she scolded herself. "That sap could have been poisonous! What made me do that?" A series of quick tests showed the greenish-white goo to be laden with some kind of powerful pseudo-phermonones. So, she thought, slowly regaining her shaky legs, the plant basically immobilized the kanoko by overloading its pleasure centers while it violated the animal. What an ingenious system, she thought, slowly rinsing her sticky hands in the lab sink. Jogging into the main hall, Prunis looked for her teammates, bursting to share her exciting discoveries. But her enthusiasm faded as she heard grunting and moaning from down the hall. Peering into Captain Barefoot's room, the memory of her crushing rejections and isolation returned. There, on the floor, were her two teammates, locked in a passionate 69, each of their pretty faces buried deeply in the other's crotch. Sakura was on top, meaning the two must have decided to alternate dominant roles. Anger flared in the young xenobotanist: Anger at her two intimate teammates for excluding her and anger at herself for feeling aroused as she watched. "Damn them!" Prunis whispered. "Damn them both!" She found her anger was especially directed at the Captain. If it weren't for her, Prunis would be able to top the petite Japanese doctor whenever she wanted, whether the bitch wanted to have sex or not. "God, I hate Nizhoni," the young blonde seethed. "I'd love to humiliate her ... show her she isn't 'all that!'" Visions of degrading and punishing the arrogant Native American bitch raced through the angry blonde's head. One fantasy stopped Prunis cold... The vivid image of Nizhoni Barefoot, wrapped tightly in the constricting vines of an X. avium, her ass and cunt being violated by the aggressive plant's thick, probing tendrils. Prunis was so stunned and excited she could barely breathe. That would be a *perfect* revenge! But ... it was so extreme! Did she dare do it? Did she dare get her commanding officer raped and impregnated by an alien plant? If Nizhoni survived, the bitch would spend the rest of her life giving birth to the alien plant's spawn. Her reproductive system would be effectively hijacked and she'd probably be as weak as a kitten. Which would leave Sakura all to me, the young blonde realized, a slow smile creeping across her pretty face. And it would leave the beautiful Native American helpless to prevent herself from Prunis' sexual domination. "I could have them both!" the young xenobotanist whispered, feeling herself grow moist. "For the next three to four years, I could have them both, whenever I wanted!" A loud cry came from the Captain's quarters as the pretty Japanese doctor's talented tongue brought the beautiful Native American to climax. "I'll do it!" Prunis whispered. "Prepare to get plant-fucked, you arrogant, dark-skinned bitch!" * * * * * * * * * * * * "It's an incredible find!" Prunis gushed, almost skipping as she led her Captain outside the compound. "The pharmaceutical applications alone will be incredible!" Nizhoni Barefoot grinned and tugged down on her short uniform, trying to keep her curvaceous butt more completely covered. "I think a man must have designed these," she muttered, glaring at the increased expanse of cleavage showing when she tugged her uniform down to better cover her nicely rounded backside. "Damned up top or damned below," she laughed, ruefully. Prunis wasn't listening. The X. avium in the compound garden had been fine for dominating a little kanoko, but she wanted to make certain she found one capable of subduing and dominating the tall, physically fit Captain. It had taken her two days of searching, but she happened across a truly gigantic specimen, only a quarter mile from the base. Over a score of smaller specimens formed a sparsely-settled grove circling the big one -- probably from where scores of poor, butt-fucked native animals had dropped their first seeds, after being ass-raped. Prunis walked quickly, not letting any of the surrounding smaller plants' vines have the opportunity to hone in on her. She led Nizhoni up to the base of the "big plant." "Here it is!" the young blonde said, breathless with excitement. "The X. avium!" Nizhoni whistled. "It's certainly a big mofo!" the beautiful Native American chuckled, eyeing the thick, leathery leaves and the vines as thick as her bicep. "So, which part of the plant has the medicinal properties? How do we get the good stuff?" The young xenobotanist smiled. "It's amazingly simple to activate!" the scheming blonde explained, trying not to sound too anxious. "Just press your palms on that big, spongy pad at the base of the stalk for 90 seconds." The unsuspecting Captain leaned over and pressed her dark hands against the soft, moss-like pad of plant material and began softly counting. The vines found her as she reached twelve. Slithering across the hard-packed ground like gnarled, green snakes, a thick vine wrapped around each of Nizhoni's ankles. The Native American woman gave a startled jump. "What the ...?!?" she exclaimed, looking around the tangle of vines and tendrils at her feet. "Something touched me ...” Her words were cut off as she was hoisted into the air. More vines moved towards her as she grabbed for the knife sheathed along her right calf. "Prunis!" the Captain yelled, struggling in the press of vines, "be careful! These things move!” She had her knife out, but thick vines had wrapped around each wrist, severely restricting the beautiful copper-skinned woman's movements. "I know, Barefoot," the young xenobotanist smiled. "That's why I brought you here." The Native American woman thrashed and twisted, trying to escape the clutch of the vines, sparing the young white girl only a quick, glaring glance. The thick vines had encircled each of the Captain's long, dark legs, from ankle to thigh, and each arm, from wrist to shoulder. Nizhoni writhed, but found herself helpless, suspended and forced into an X postion with her arms and legs extended and tightly wrapped. "Sakura!" Nizhoni gasped, looking past the smug white girl as the dark-skinned woman continued to struggle in the vines' grasp, "thank God!" Spinning around, Prunis saw the pretty Japanese doctor had followed them out. She hadn't expected this. The young blonde had planned on enjoying Nizhoni's humiliation privately and then leading the overcome Native American back to the station, where she could be bound and left for further ... non-consensual ... play. Prunis' pussy moistened in anticipation of topping the arrogant Captain when the plant rape was finished. The pretty doctor's presence complicated matters. But not too badly. With Captain Barefoot out of the way, there would be nothing stopping Prunis from taking what she wanted -- whether it be the helpless, plant-fucked Native American woman or the now-optionless petite Asian woman. They would both belong to Prunis when this was over. "Oh my God!" Sakura gasped, looking at her bound leader and lover in stunned disbelief. "I got your voicemail about Prunis' discovery of a medicinal plant that I'd be interested in, but you two had a head start on me. What ... what is that thing?" The xenobotanist gave her former lover a wry grin. "I call it Xenoprunis avium," she declared proudly. "It is the most amazing plant you've ever seen! Watch what it does!" The doctor was having none of it and began tugging futilely at the thick vines suspending her current lover. "Careful Sakura!" Prunis grinned, pointing to the ground, "there are several smaller specimens in the area and it seems to be procreation season." Sakura jumped and danced away from the slow-moving vines until she came to the safe spot where Prunis was standing. "Prunis, you didn't!" Sakura wailed. "Are you crazy?!? You've led Nizhoni to a carnivorous plant?!?" The white girl made a dismissive gesture. "It won't eat her," the xenobotanist assured her teammate. "She'll still be alive when this is all over ... though she may wish she wasn't!" Enough thick, gnarled vines had wrapped around the struggling Native American woman that it became obvious she wasn't going anywhere. The Japanese woman had her knife out and was sawing ineffectively at one of the vines wrapped around the Captain's legs, strategically retreating each time other vines approached. But her valiant efforts at rescue were futile; the tough bark of the vines resisted the petite Asian woman's knife. "Watch this!" the young blonde giggled excitedly, pointing to a large, pink, trumpet-shaped flower that had begun slowly moving towards the vine-wrapped Captain. "You're going to enjoy this!" Nizhoni continued struggling, cursing her traitorous teammate. As she struggled, the tight yellow sheathe that was her uniform rode up around her waist, even as her big, dark boobs popped free. Nizhoni seemed unaware of the flower until it slowly wrapped its vines loosely around her pretty throat, and then hovered in front of her. Moving faster than anyone expected, it snapped forward, slapping its soft, sensuous petals around the lower half of Nizhoni's face, covering her nose and mouth. A fine spray of pink mist billowed from the flower, obviously filling the Native American's woman breathing passages. Almost immediately, the beautiful copper-skinned woman stopped struggling and went limp, swaying in the restricting mass of vines. Her dark eyes remained half open, but slowly lost focus and crossed. The flower continued spraying mist until it was empty, turning blue in the process. "What ... what just happened?" Sakura asked, fascinated in spite of herself. "I'm not certain," Prunis admitted. "I think it sprayed some kind of narcotic/ aphrodisiac mixture in her face and she breathed it in." The petite Asian looked at the young xenobotanist in disbelief. "Aphrodisiac?" she gasped, disbelief plain on her face. "You mean the ... *plant* ... is trying to make her horny?!?" Prunis gave a smug smile and nodded. "Just watch!" she urged. "It is just *incredible*!" They watched in fascination as the plant's reproductive goo engorged the vine and traveled towards the captive woman. Nizhoni gave a choked protest as the thick vines gently strangled her, but Prunis noticed how the dark-skined woman began rubbing her thighs together, in a futile attempt to provide friction to her throbbing, mist-aroused, slick pussy. The Native American's dark eyes were dilated with lust and she trembled helplessly in her vine bondage. Within minutes, Prunis saw the beautiful dark-skinned woman's throat swell, just as the vine had. Nizhoni's eyes went wide with shock and then slowly started to close as her eyes rolled upwards. The drugged woman's dark nipples stiffened visibly. There must be some appendage within the flower that has forced its way down her throat, the excited xenobotanist realized. Perhaps keeping an airway open as it pumps its load directly into her stomach? Prunis' pussy moistened as she recalled the intense sexual effect the goo had had when she had tasted just a single drop. "She's got to be *insane* with lust!" the young blonde whispered, unconsciously fondling her breasts. "I only tasted a dab -- she's getting her stomach pumped full!" Within a few minutes, thick greenish-white goo began overflowing from the Captain's filled stomach and throat, slowly dripping out from the flower mask wrapped over her flushed face. Nizhoni's eyes were half-closed and her unfocused gaze had drifted upward. Her dark body trembled with overpowering sexual need, helpless in the vines' tight embrace. Still, the plant continued to pump its mind-numbing, sex-frenzy-inducing ooze down the insensate Native American woman's gullet. "That goo is amazing," Prunis murmured, in awe and arousal. "It's a combination of pollen, sex hormones, and a powerful narcotic." She pointed at the suspended woman's sodden crotch. "See? Her panties have become soaked due to its effect! *Any* touch to her genitals will induce an overwhelming orgasm!" The horny Japanese doctor gasped, her eyes riveted on the hanging Captain's wet crotch. "The plant has completely subdued her," she whispered, her own face flushing with growing arousal. "Using an animal's sexual response against it ... I wonder if the plant is emitting pheromones of some sort, as well?" Prunis nodded. "It is, indeed!" she nodded, impressed that the pretty xenozoologist had deduced the mechanism so quickly. "Very powerful pheremones, I might add!" Her pussy grew slick at the memory of just how powerful they were. Sakura didn't notice the thick stamen rise from the coils of plant material and begin moving towards the insensate Native American woman, but Prunis did. "Oh, this is going to be so GOOD!" the young xenobotanist whispered, feeling herself drip with anticipation. Following the stamen was the thick pistil. Prunis felt a jolt of guilt ... the stamen and pistil of this X. avium were much bigger ... much thicker ... than the one that had raped the kanoko. She hoped the big plant wouldn't split the poor Captain; as much as she resented Nizhoni, she hadn't been looking to inflict any permanent damage. "What's that?!?" Sakura gasped, finally noticing the thick stamen. "What is that thing going to do to her?!?” The stamen began gliding over the exposed parts of Nizhoni's beautiful, dark body, dislodging and ripping clothing as it traveled. Finally, it came to a hovering halt over the dazed woman's white-pantied crotch. "It's going to fuck her!" Prunis whispered, unconsciously fondling her own stiffened nipples, as she watched. As the young xenobotanist had predicted, the X. avium forced its thick stamen up inside the trapped woman's panties, bursting them at the seams so that they fell, fluttering to the ground. And then it probed her dark-furred quim. Nizhoni's eyes went momentarily wide and she gave a loud cry that was muffled by the smothering flower over her lower face. "She's climaxing," Prunis whispered, feeling an unexpected flash of envy as she imagined just how powerful Nizhoni's orgasm must be, with a stomach full of arousal-heightening plant goo. The plant continued to force the length of its stamen up inside the helpless Native American who began slowly writhing in sexual ecstasy. "That ... that doesn't look as if she's in pain," Sakura observed. "She gives every indication of having lubricated enough not to experience discomfort, in spite of the immense girth of that thing! In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say she was ... enjoying it!" Prunis looked at her teammate in surprise. Sakura appeared to have lost all interest in freeing her lover -- all empathy, in fact -- and was now fascinated with the humiliating plant rape unfolding before their eyes. Evidently the "scientist" in the Japanese doctor had won out over the "team member" part. "The sex must not have been *that* good," Prunis thought, in smug satisfaction. "That's the stamen," the young xenobotanist explained. "It's the 'male' reproductive part of the plant." "Oh my God!" Sakura gasped, pointing to the swelling length of the stamen. "Is that what I think it is?!?" Prunis laughed. "It sure is!" she giggled. "Our Captain is about to get plant-jizzed into next week!" The two women watched in fascination as the stamen swelled with reproductive goo, which was slowly being pumped towards the captive woman. "Holy fuck," the young blonde moaned in arousal, as she watched Nizhoni's overstuffed snatch get cruelly stretched to accommodate the surge of plant reproductive ooze being pumped along the expanding stamen. Prunis found this incredibly arousing -- watching her hated rival being violated by a plant, of all things! "That's gotta hurt!" she chuckled. Sakura's face was flushed and her pupils dilated in her wide eyes. "You'd think it would hurt," the doctor breathed, trying not to show her arousal. "But Nizhoni shows no signs of discomfort. Do you think the stamen could be producing some kind of anesthetic effect?" The xenobotanist shrugged. "Maybe," Prunis said. "It's all conjecture until we're able to take more samples. I think it's more likely that she's experiencing a non-stop orgasm that is eclisping all other sensations, including pain" The young blonde swallowed hard, unable to continue as she watched the thick stamen begin expanding and contracting like a bilge pump hose. Slowly, the beautiful Native American's abdomen distended, unable to keep its slender shape under the growing pressure of the reproductive goo the X. avium was pumping into her womb. Sakura had begun unconsciously fondling her boobs and moaning softly. "Fuck, that's hot," the Japanese woman whispered. "It's like the plant is shooting a mammoth load of cum into her!" She moaned again as she saw greenish-white goo ooze out from around Nizhoni's stamen-stuffed snatch. "If humans are anything like the standard animal around here," the young xenobotanist murmured, licking her lips as she watched her Captain get raped, "Nizhoni will be pregnant when this is done." Sakura looked at her teammate in disbelief. "What?!" she exclaimed. "Don't be ridiculous! Plants can't reproduce with animals! They're biologically incompatible and incapable of such a thing!" Prunis smiled and related the highlights of her observations with the kanoko. "Impossible!" Sakura insisted, shaking her head as she looked at the copper-skinned woman's bloating belly. "Cross-kingdom reproduction?!? And fertilization of EVERY egg, even in the ovaries? How is that even conceivable?!?" Prunis shrugged. Grinning, she pointed to the pistil, which was already sliding deep up the bound woman's rectum. "You think *that* was good?" the young xenobotanist gloated, reaching inside her uniform and popping out her large, pale breasts so she could fondle her swollen nipples. "Watch what comes next!" Her eyes widened with anticipation as she watched the caravan of seeds start traveling up the pistil. Sakura swore softly in Japanese. "What the hell are those?!?" she gasped. The white girl grinned. "Seeds," she explained. "Big, fat, ass-reaming seeds!" Sakura looked at the thick appendage in fascinated horror. "Seeds?!?" she repeated, mesmerized by the column of globes traveling along the length of the thick pistil. "Those things have to be several inches in diameter! They'll never fit!" But they did fit. The rapt women watched the pistil force each huge seed, one by one, up the unresponsive dark-skinned woman's asshole. They winced as they watched the Native American's sphincter stretch to impossible circumferences, reluctantly accepting each insertion. "God!" Sakura moaned, hands between her legs as she jilled herself off to the sight of her Captain getting ass-reamed by the alien plant. "How many seeds is it going to stuff into her?!? She's so ... bloated! You can actually SEE where the implanted seeds are pushing out against her skin, filling her!" Prunis moaned, her hands furiously rubbing her own engorged clit. "I know," she sighed. "Isn't it incredible? I've never seen an organism so totally dominate and *use* another! It's the most sexual and exciting thing I've ever witnessed!" The two women continued masturbating and making scientific observations on the domination of Nizhoni for over an hour, as the plant continued pumping the helpless, climaxing Native American woman full of seeds and pollen. The huge blue flower finally pulled away from Nizhoni's unresponsive face. Thick greenish white ooze was smeared all around her mouth, which hung open stupidly, and dripped from her slack lips and protruding tongue. The spent stamen slowly slithered from Nizhoni's stretched cunt, which now dripped that same greenish-white ooze in a steady stream. "You'll never get fucked by a man again," the young xenobotanist muttered with a vindictive grin, eyeing the dazed woman's now-gaping, drooling cunt. "That will teach you to cross me!" The dark woman's belly was grossly distended, looking as if she were already pregnant with sextuplets in the third trimester. But she was pregnant with far more than sextuplets. She would now be enduring serial pregnancies for the rest of her life. The first giant seed, black and glistening, was visible peeking from between the dazed Captain's dark butt cheeks, already stretching her anus open and waiting for the movement of walking to loosen the sphincter muscles enough to pop loose. With a shudder, the giant X. avium released its tight hold and gently lowered the well-fucked earth woman to the pad below. "Aren't you worried that the Captain will court-martial you, when she recovers?" Sakura asked. Prunis laughed. "Hell no," the young blonde scoffed. "Right now, Nizhoni is so weak and out of it that even an eight-year-old could overpower her. I plan to take her back to camp, tie her to a bed, and facesit her for the remainder of the project. She'll be a perfect test subject, too, to determine what the results of a plant-fucking / plant-pregnancy are." The pretty Japanese doctor's eyes lit up. "Too weak to resist?" the shorter woman grinned, obviously turned on by the thought. "So she'll be helpless to prevent herself from becoming a submissive facesit victim and medical subject -- a virtual sex slave, even though she's bigger than you? You're sure?" The young blonde nodded, triumphantly. "By the time she regains any of her strength, I'll have her bound and tied to her bedposts. She may prefer to be the dominant, but she'll be helpless to prevent being used in a submissive role -- every day for the next four years!" "That's all, I needed to know," Sakura smiled, pushing the surprised xenobotanist backwards onto her pale ass and into the mass of writhing X. avium vines.