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.

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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.