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Legal Notices: The following fictional story contains explicit 
sexual accounts, and is not intended for people under the age of 
18, or anyone who would feel uncomfortable with such accounts. 
The text is copyright of the author. It may be re-posted on other 
newsgroups, but may not be distributed or republished in exchange 
for payment. "Hothouse" was inspired by the movie "Habitat," but 
is not intended to infringe on any copyrights associated with 
that movie, and the names of the characters have been changed.


HOTHOUSE

by Charybda

"Do you wanna go skinny dippin'?"

Mike hadn't known Robin long. His parents had moved into this 
small New Mexico town a few weeks ago. How they hoped to maintain 
a low profile, Mike had no idea. He had a pretty normal 
relationship with his parents, although there was nothing typical 
about this family. Mike's mother, Charissa, was a microbiologist; 
his father, Jack, a geneticist. Both were brilliant, and both 
were dedicated to populating the barren land with genetically 
engineered plants that could survive the massive amounts of 
ultraviolet radiation now pouring through the ozone hole over 
North America.

Genetically engineered plants had been strictly controlled since 
the treaty of 2004, but a dedicated group of "greenies" wanted to 
bring about a radical solution--they wanted to introduce 
aggressive, totally new types of plants that would survive the 
radiation. The "establishment," however, wanted variants of 
standard crops and trees. What the greenies proposed was nothing 
short of an induced, accelerated evolution, pitting man against a 
nature of his own making. As far as they were concerned, the 
human species had no more right to survive than any other species 
on the planet. May the best bag of genes win. This attitude did 
not sit well with the "powers that be." The greenies were 
working, not just on introducing the odd gene or two, but on 
producing chimeras--mixtures of photosynthetic plants and sentient 
animals. Such an unholy mixture was heresy for the 
"establishment."

Mike had heard all those arguments before. Watching his parents 
dedicate their lives to a radical cause left him with mixed 
feelings. Living on society's fringes was not his first 
preference, but still, he loved his parents.

As Jack set up the basement lab, Mike and his mother went out to 
get some supplies. The shopping list raised some eyebrows at the 
local garden shop, but people were doing all sorts of creative 
horticulture these days.

A couple of weeks later, something very bizarre happened. 
"Bizarre" is hardly the word, but Jack had become his experiment. 
There had been an  accident in the lab. Between electrical 
shorting, chemicals, mutagenic organisms, and who knows what, 
Jack had transformed into the first of these sentient plants that 
the greenies had been trying to make for so long. It was "Jekyl 
and Hyde" meets "The Victory Garden." Charissa was devestated. As 
far as she was concerned, Jack may as well be dead. From Mike's 
point of view, it seemed just typical. He didn't know whether to 
be mad or sad. 

In any case, it was at that first visit to the garden shop that 
Mike met Robin. She was a senior, like him, and she appreciated 
his outlook on life; it made a change from the provincial, small-
town mentality of the other boys. Somehow, their Friday-night 
football prowess, and their Saturday-night drinking excesses, 
failed to impress her.

Robin's relationship with her parents was normal, or 
dysfunctional, however way you look at it. She had always tried 
to please them. She got A's all the way through school, but it 
was never enough. Her dad, especially, would blow his top and 
ridicule her if she didn't meet his expectations.

This night was the last straw. Her dad forbade her from going out 
with "that weirdo, Mike." She ran up to her room, grabbed her 
every-ready overnight bag, and did the obvious thing: went to see 
Mike. She was in the mood for releasing some of that penned up 
rebellion.

"So, how about it?" She looked confidently at Mike. He didn't 
really know what to say. They had kissed, hugged, held hands, but 
no more than that. She seemed like a smart, head-on-her-shoulders 
kind of girl. But skinny dipping? That made Mike kind of nervous. 
He didn't make a habit of exhibitionism. But it was dark (night 
being the only time you could go outside anyway), and this was an 
offer he felt he couldn't refuse.

"You have a place in mind?," he ventured.

"Sure. I'll drive."

They drove up the mountains for 10-12 miles. Robin knew-hoped-
that there wouldn't be anyone else out there on a Tuesday night. 
She was right. They walked along a trail, and arrived at a 
waterfall surrounded by smooth rocks. It was a favorite watering 
hole in the old summers.

"C'mon." Robin stripped off her sandals, jeans, cotton blouse, 
and bra--everything except her panties. "So not quite skinny 
dipping," Mike noted with much relief. As she dove into the dark 
waters, he stripped off, leaving his own boxers on, and followed 
her in.

"Isn't this great?," she screamed gleefully. She ducked under the 
surface, emerging right in front of Mike. "Well?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I've been swimming."

Robin moved closer, put her arms around his neck, and planted a 
long, sensuous kiss. Mike put his arms around her body, and held 
her close. There had a been a couple of girls before, but 
fleeting, rushed, sex, not languorous love making. He felt her 
small breasts and hard nipples press against his chest. Mike 
backed against a rock for support. They kept on kissing, gently 
nibbling, and licking each others face, neck, shoulders, and 
exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.

"I'm getting cold," Robin announced finally.

"Me too."

Mike pulled himself up the rock, and headed for his clothes. They 
had no towels, and so had to rely on the warm night air to dry 
them off. But then he looked over to see a truly astounding 
sight. Robin had swum around to the beach, and was walking out of 
the water. The bright moon shone on her wet, perfect, white skin. 
Robin was tall, with long, slender legs and arms, a narrow hip 
and waist, long neck, and firm, round breasts bobbing only 
slightly as she walked toward him. Mike thought it was the most 
beautiful thing he had ever seen. She came up and kissed him 
again. Mike sank down to the rocks, and gently pulled Robin down 
to him. He started to kiss her on her chest, her breasts, but 
then Robin pushed him away, breathing heavily.

"No, Mike, not here. I don't want to do it out here. It's kind of 
spooky plus...well...I've never done this before, and I want it to 
be special."

"Sure. Where do you want to go?"

"Can't we go back to your place? Your parents are so liberal, so 
understanding."

Mike didn't know quite what to say. Ever since his dad had 
changed, plants had started to fill the house, and his mother was 
seemed so out of it nowadays. But he knew he'd have to explain 
the situation at some point.

"OK, let's go." Mike drove back this time. Robin cuddled up to 
him on the truck's bench seat, and listened to him in disbelief 
as he explained his family's situation.

"Come on in." His mother was nowhere to be seen. She was 
somewhere around, probably upstairs. He had nothing to fear or 
hide from her.

Robin stepped in to what was now, literally, the living room. She 
looked around in wonder at the roots, vines, flowers, epiphytes, 
trunks, and leaves that covered the inside of the house. "This is 
amazing!"

They continued to make their way through the house. "This used to 
be the den," Mike pointed out. "Here, have one of these." Mike 
broke off a fungus from the side of a tree. "Is it safe?," Robin 
asked.

"Oh sure, everything is edible in this house." She chewed on the 
mushroom. It had an earthy, nutty taste.

"Now here's something that'll give you buzz." Mike bent down and 
tore some small green leaves from a small plant. He put some in 
his mouth. "Here." He offered the rest to Robin. She put a couple 
of leaves in her mouth. It had no taste to speak of, but she 
began to feel lightheaded. "Wow, this stuff is like a drug." She 
began to feel a buzz, and a sense of euphoria.

"Here's a good place." Mike sat down on a thick pad of moss, and 
took off his jeans. He propped himself up on his elbow and 
invited her to join him. "Come." He patted the ground next to 
him. "Come join me." She lay down beside him. The moss felt 
luxurious. It was like laying on a carpet of soft grass. Mike 
looked down at her, then began kissing her, gently at first, and 
then passionately. At the same time, he undid her blouse, and 
both of them stopped for a minute to pull their shirts off.

"Roll around, like this." Mike laid down and rubbed himself 
against the moss, first on his back, and then his front. He 
smiled and felt his member get extraordinarily hard. He knew that 
Robin couldn't help noticing the huge lump in his boxers.

"Go on," he said. "you too."

"OK," she smiled back, "what the heck." She rubbed herself over 
the moss. When she stopped, she realized that she felt incredibly 
turned on as well. Sure, the midnight skinny dipping, intense 
foreplay, whatever that plant was, and lying here half-naked with 
a boy she really liked helped a lot. But after rubbing in the 
moss, all of a sudden her nipples were standing taut from her 
breasts, and she felt a distinct tingling and lubrication between 
her legs.

Both of them were now perched on their knees facing each other. 
Mike sidled up to Robin, and resumed where he left off at the 
swimming hole. He took a nipple in his mouth, sucked on it, 
licked across and around it, and then moved to other one. Robin 
lay down, and grabbed his hair, and pulled him against her. She 
couldn't believe the sensations she was feeling.

Mike moved down to her stomach, and then to her thighs, kissing 
all over the soft flesh. He reached up and grabbed the elastic 
band on her panties. He could see that she was thoroughly wet. He 
pulled them gently. She shifted her weight so that he could get 
them off.

Now he moved back up her thighs, to her mound covered with a 
sparse patch of blonde curls. He pushed on her thighs gently. 
Robin got the message, and spread her legs. Mike lay between, and 
moved his tongue over he clit. She responded with a groan, and a 
movement of her hips. He kept licking with his firm tongue, and 
cautiously inserted one finger, and then two. Within a few 
minutes she was bucking against his tongue, moaning as if in 
pain. And then she moaned loudly. "Please," she said softly, "I 
want you. Now."

Mike pulled down his boxers. His penis stuck out straight in front 
of him, and harder than he'd ever felt before. Some pre-cum juice 
dribbled off the end. He leaned over her, supporting himself with one 
arm while the other hand guided his cock to the entrance of her 
pussy. He pushed in a short way, and then out, to lubricate, and 
then pushed a little further. He felt some resistance, but pushed on 
when Robin showed no signs of discomfort. He adjusted is weight 
on to his elbows. She put her arms around him as he stroked in 
and out of her, varying the rhythm. She lifted up her legs so he 
could push in even further. Before long she started to moan 
again. By this time he was ready to cum himself. He held on as 
long as he could, but the overriding urge hit him like a hammer. 
Robin felt the spasms within her, and she felt herself going over 
the edge again. She clenched down on the wonderful, hard organ 
with her, and felt waves of pain mixed with pleasure wash over 
her.

They lay that way for a while, and then slept, satiated.

------------------------------------------

Charissa and her husband looked on from behind some large leaves. 
"How wonderful!," she whispered. "Yes," Jack agreed, "she's 
beautiful." They watched the young couple sleeping in each 
other's arms.

Charissa sighed deeply, and turned around to go back upstairs. 
"What's the matter?," Jack asked.

"I'm just sad that we will never be lovers again."

"That's not true," Jack countered. "We can still be lovers."

"Lovers?"

"Yes. Lovers."

"But how?"

"Let me show you." The iridescent lights that now were Jack 
swirled again, and moved slowly up the stairs. Jack started to 
explain. "Nature knows no bounds in its efforts to survive. Look 
at the orchid. Some are designed to mimic the sexual organs of 
the male. The insect comes along, and thinks it's mating, while 
the flower gets to pass on its pollen. Some fungi imitate the 
pheromones of insects, encouraging them to investigate, and pass 
on its spores."

"So, what are you saying?"

"Look."

The plants had grown all around the upstairs sunroom, but plenty 
of light still came in. The floor was covered in leaves and 
mosses. But there, in one corner, was a giant, dark-red flower. 
Jack settled on the flower, and seemed to disappear within it. 
"Come, darling."

Charissa moved over to the flower. The cloud emerged and 
enveloped her. She felt tingling and movement, and then it left 
her. She was now naked. Her shift lay on the ground at her feet, 
and she examined the flower. It had two huge, rounded petals 
facing each other, and a mound in the middle.

"Sit in the middle, Charissa."

Charissa gingerly lowered herself into the flower.

"Lean back." She allowed herself to relax. The petal behind her 
gave a little. Vines from the trees above snaked down and 
encircled her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide and moving 
her back even more. Charissa panicked for a moment. "Jack, what 
are you doing?"

"Relax. I only want you to enjoy this."

Then two more vines came down. She could see them very clearly. 
On each end was a large, soft cup. They cups attached themselves 
to her nipples, and began to pulse back and forward. She could 
feel the suction on her breasts. At first it was a little 
painful, and then she began to feel pleasure. Jack formed a dense 
cloud, and concentrated on her lower sensuous zones. She felt a 
tingling sensation on her clitoris, and then movement in her 
vagina. Her own juices frothed with the green pigments of Jack's 
mass. The combination of the sucking on her breasts, and 
attentions down further, were starting to have an affect on her.

Still, she was beginning to think something was missing, and then 
she gulped quickly. Out of the mound, in the center of the 
flower, emerged a long, red, phallus. It looked like an obscene 
vegetable, perfectly mimicking the human penis. The organ was 
broad--much fatter than she was used to with Jack, her only lover. 
The "penis" grew lengthwise, reaching inexorably toward her 
vulva, and penetrated her. Ever so slowly, the phallus pushed its 
way up her vagina. She threw her head back in ecstasy.

The purpose of the vines now became apparent. They wrapped under 
her back and legs, cradling her in the petal. Ever so gently, the 
vines swung her with small back and forth movements. She gyrated 
her hips against the organ, which she noticed now was covered in 
a red, oily substance. Together with her own juices, and the 
plant's, it slid in and out easily, but firmly. She had never 
felt anything like this before.

"Oh, Jack."

"Yes, my darling?"

"I...I love you." She struggled to form the words.

"I love you too."

She felt herself peaking. She bucked against the organ, but the 
vines kept her in place. Nothing else seemed to exist at this 
moment except the intense heat emanating from between her thighs. 
At that point she reached climax, but the motion became faster 
and shorter. More orgasms followed, and then the motion stopped, 
and she felt warm fluid pump into her body.

Charissa lay spent in the petal. The vines retracted. After a 
while, the organ withdraw into the base of the flower.

"You see, Charissa, we will never be apart."

She had so many questions. "What about the fluid?" A thin, white 
fluid was seeping out of her.

"That is my seed, Charissa. But it won't make you pregnant. Your 
body will absorb it so that wherever you go, I'll go. I can 
protect you and heal you. You'll see."

"But did you feel any...pleasure, if that's the right word?"

"Of course. I am this plant. The phallus is, literally, an 
extension of my own being. We can make love, just like this, any 
time."

"Just like this?"

"Yes." But the way she emphasized "just" led him to think she had 
something else in mind. "What do you mean?"

"Can't I have some control over it?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

Charissa began to stroke the base from which the phallus 
appeared. It started to push out again. She waited it for it to 
come out to its full length, and then she slowly lowered herself 
on to the top couple of inches. She grabbed hold of its bottom half, 
and covered her hands in the red ooze. With one hand she tweaked 
her nipple; with her other hand she stroked her clit, although it 
was very hard to do that when she was stretched out so far. And 
then another smaller phallus emerged right next to it.

"I can only fit one at a time, you know."

"But you have more than one hole," Jack suggested.

Charissa clicked. She carefully arranged the small phallus to 
enter her anus, and then she lowered herself, and moved up and 
down slowly. The sensations were amazing. She had never been 
filled so completely. It wasn't long before she orgasmed. Only 
once this time, and not so intensely as the first, but very 
satisfying in any case.

Feeling just a little bit sore, she pulled herself off, and lay 
on the soft moss. Charissa dreamed of many more pleasures with 
her husband in this new form of life. And she dreamed that her 
son and his young lover would be the innocent Adam and Eve of 
Jack's Eden.






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