Hannah began to have serious petting sessions with the plant. The oil seeped into her skin and made her very excited. Before long her petting sessions were in the nude, and she was touching herself with one hand even as she rubbed the plant with the other.
And then it became too much for Hannah, and she started to rub her nude body against the plant. It felt so wonderful. It was soft and mossy on the outside, but firm on the inside. The first time she got a clitoral orgasm, rubbing her nether lips against the tree, it was so strong that she fainted for several seconds afterwards.
After that she started a routine. After Greg left for work she would have her first session with the plant. Then, at lunch, a second session, and then in the late afternoon, a third, right before Greg came home. Her need started to build up in the evenings, but she always gritted her teeth, hanging on and waiting breathlessly for Greg to leave for work the next morning. She started to literally help him get dressed and even pushed him out the door.
Greg started to notice the change in her too. Hannah became less and less interested in sex with him. The plant had adjusted her mind. Hannah hadn't merely become sexually attracted to the plant; she had also, at the same time, become unattracted to Greg. Somewhere along the line she had lost her attraction to her husband of 12 years.
She let Greg take her a few times, for his benefit, but she was like a limp doll and never achieved orgasms. Greg noticed (eventually) and asked what was wrong, but Hannah was not responsive.
And then one day, Hannah had had enough and she resisted Greg's advances. Greg, who was high on beer, shouted, "What's the matter? Why not?"
"I... I'm not into it anymore," said Hannah.
"Is it another man? Are you seeing someone else?" said Greg, taking a swig of beer.
"No, no, it's not like that at all."
"A woman, then?" said Greg, getting a queer gleam in his eye.
Hannah, flustered, shook her head and left the room.
She should have expected what happened next. The next day, after Greg left for work, he made an unexpected visit home around lunchtime. Just in time to find Hannah rubbing her vagina against the plant.
Hannah was too far gone, orgasmically, to even hear the sound of the door opening. Greg watched open mouthed as she climaxed, rubbing her nether lips hard against the column of the plant.
"Ooooh!" Hannah yelled, poling up and down. "Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh" and then she collapsed in a heap on the floor by the plant.
"What the FUCK?" Greg cried.
Hannah immediately sat up and opened her eyes. "Greg! What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing with that plant?"
"I... I...."
"For a plant!" said Greg, understanding immediately. "You're cuckolding me with a fucking plant!"
"Greg-"
"Well, out it goes," said Greg, stepping forward.
"Greg, no!" she tried to put a hand out to stop him. But Greg was implacable. He reached out and grabbed the plant with both hands. Suddenly, a shock went through his body. He rubbed his hands together. They felt oily. As Greg continued to rub his hands, he started to get sexually aroused.
"Yes, Greg, it's nice, isn't it?" said Hannah. "It's even nicer when you rub the plant. Like this," she said, taking his hands, and started to rub them over the base of the plant.
Greg began to breathe heavily as his hands rubbed the plant up and down, up and down. He inhaled the sweet scent of the white flowers and his heart started to race. Before he fully understood what was going on, Hannah was fumbling with his clothes, and he was helping her.
Before long Greg was totally naked. He required no prompting to rub his chest against the plant. At this point, it was purely instinctual. The oily residue started to seep into his skin. He started to pant faster. He started to rub his penis against the mossy side of the plant. It felt so good.
"Yes, Greg, that's right, that's so right," said Hannah soothingly, rubbing his back.
But Greg was barely aware of her. All he could think of was rubbing his body against the plant. His penis quickly grew erect.
And then Greg's head cocked, as if he were hearing a whispered suggestion, and instead of rubbing his penis against the plant, he put it inside the plant.
Hannah had noticed the holes in the plant appearing, at waist level, several weeks ago. She had worried that the plant was getting injured, but it seemed as healthy as ever.
And now Greg was thrusting inside one of them. He groaned, and as he pulled out with each thrust, Hannah saw his penis was coated with wet juices from the plant.
But still, as Greg thrusted, so did this phallus.
Hannah was inexplicably drawn to it. It was at just the right height for her. She moved over it and spread her vaginal lips, and slowly impaled herself on it during an upwards thrust.
"Oh!" she moaned. It felt so hard, so thick. Much more so than Greg.
And then they proceeded to have sex, sort of. Every time Greg would thrust into the plant, the plant would thrust its own phallus into Hannah. Greg was definitely the engine behind it; the thrusts were too perfectly coordinated. Hannah wrapped her arms around Greg, and he wrapped his arms around her. They stared into each other's eyes. With each thrust, it felt as if Greg were thrusting into her, instead of the plant intermediary.
And then Greg's thrusts grew faster and faster, and he got that pleased and pained look on his face and he whispered, "It's coming, babe." And he shuddered and climaxed, even as he continued to thrust.
So did the plant. Hannah felt the plant phallus explode inside of her, shooting something into her vagina.
They both collapsed into a ball together on the floor.
"Wasn't that good, honey?" She whispered.
"Yeah," said Greg, still breathing heavily.
Hannah looked at her nether lips. She saw a greenish white substance dripping out, like a mixture of sperm and... something else.
That evening, they had sex again with the plant. After that, by unspoken agreement, they only had sex using the plant as an intermediary. It simply felt so much better than sex between the two of them.
And yet, even using the plant, they still felt the intimacy they had had with each other. As Greg thrusted, Hannah felt the illusion of his shaft thrusting into her. It was his hands she held when they had sex; it was his eyes she looked into when she orgasmed; it was a new form of togetherness, made possible by the plant.
Hannah went back to the nursery to thank Nettie, giving her a big hug,
"So you like the plant?" said Nettie, grinning.
"Oh yes, and so does Greg! It's really helped bring us closer together," said Hannah.
"And that's the beginning. Be sure to bring me any saplings it may produce."
Saplings. So far the plant hadn't grown any new shoots. Hannah wondered about that. But not for long.
Two days later she felt a rumbling in her stomach. The next day her stomach started to get bigger. She told Greg about it. "I... I think there's something growing inside of me," she said.
Greg gave her a wolfish grin.
Four days later she was clearly, heavily pregnant, so much so that she could no longer have sex with the plant. Greg didn't mind. All he wanted was plant sex. She watched him thrusting into the plant without her. And when he came, his greenish white sperm shot out the other side, onto the carpet.
And then, two days later, she felt a stirring within her. "Greg, I... I...."
She took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub, spreading her legs. She felt the urge to push, and she did. Before long a tiny white object st
arted to emerge from her vagina. Greg ever so gently pulled it out.
"I think there's more," Hannah whispered. She groaned, and several minutes later pushed another one out.
There were four in all. When they touched them, the white coating started to fragment under their fingertips. Underneath each one was a tiny, tiny plant.
The saplings.
Hannah cried and hugged and kissed Greg. She immediately put the plants in dirt and watered them.
The next day, she brought them in to Nettie. Nettie, looking very pleased, hugged and kissed her.
"The first of many," Nettie cried, taking the pots with the plants away from her. Hannah felt a pinch of concern. They were her babies.
"Of many?"
"From now on, this is the only way you will reproduce. Soon this will be the only way mankind will reproduce," said Nettie.
"But... what about people?"
"People are a cancer, Hannah," said Nettie, looking her straight in the eye. "They are destroyers of the environment. Trust me, the Earth will breathe a lot easier when it's filled with these," she said, looking at the plants, "rather than us."
At that moment Hannah understood the true nature of the plant. Its purpose was to hijack the dominant species on the Earth, human beings, and substitute itself for them by taking over their reproduction cycles. Without firing a shot, these plants would soon wipe out the human race... and she was eagerly cooperating with it.
For a time, Hannah realized this was wrong, and that she shouldn't do it anymore. She resolved to go home and warn Greg.
But when she got home, she found Greg already there, completely nude, rubbing against the tree. Hannah had the urge to warn him about what the plant was doing to them, about its plans for mankind, but instead of saying anything, she found herself fumbling to take off her clothes. Within moments she was rubbing against the other side of the plant. The urge was simply too strong.
As they started the reproduction ritual, as she looked into Greg's eyes while the plant phallus thrusted into her, Hannah realized the terrible and wonderful consequences of what they had fallen into.
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"They are called Krions," said Dunlop 4, sitting at the conference table on HomePlanet Security Headquarters. "At least, they are from the planet Krion. On most planets, the most advanced form of life is usually animal in nature. But not on Krion. For many millennia, animals were the dominant form of life. But then a certain kind of plant evolved, one which co-opted and disrupted the reproductive systems of animal life."
"Disrupted?" said General Henderson.
"In animal life forms, the urge to mate is triggered by a series of chemical and visual cues," said Dunlop 4. His eyes casually wandered over to Sam's prominent breasts for a moment, before hastily turning away as she started to notice, with a startled look on her face. Dunlop continued as if nothing had happened. "The Krions were able to duplicate that genetic programming and turn it to their advantage. They were able to tap into each animal species's genetically programmed urges to mate, and turn them in a different direction. Animals that once had the urge to mate with each other, now only wanted to mate with the plant, or to mate with others using the plant with an intermediary."
"Isn't three a crowd?" Jack asked. Sam restrained a laugh.
"When a Krion is used as an intermediary, it disrupts the DNA of the male's reproductive fluids, changing it to suit its own purposes. When the female gets pregnant, she ends up giving birth to more Krions, not those of her own species."
"People have sex with plants?" Jack asked. "How do they... how do they..."
"The Krion plants typically assume a size and shape to fit the species they are trying to co-opt," said Dunlop 4.
"But still... sex with a plant?" Jack made a face.
"Colonel Sullivan," said General Henderson. "Let's try not to get hung up on the technical details."
"We thought we had destroyed the Krions," said Dunlop 4. "But the seed of a sapling found its way onto one of our ships, and deposited itself on a colony world named Kendra 2. Within a generation, all sentient life was wiped out on the planet. All that remained were the Krions."
"And the people of Kendra 2 did this willingly?" General Henderson asked.
"They were compelled to. The plant took control of their most basic instinct," said Dunlop. "The need to reproduce."
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Hannah felt that things were going very well with Greg and the plants. She had just given birth to a second wave of plantlings. Nettie had been so excited that she had hugged Hannah and promised to throw her a party.
Her sex life with Greg continued to be wonderful. But she began to feel a nagging need in her head. The need to spread the joy of the plants, to others.
One by one, she began to invite her female friends over to see her new plant. She invited them to smell the white flowers, to touch the cool moss. Once they did, they were hooked. Hannah gave each one of them saplings to grow in their garden, knowing that in mere weeks they would be enjoying the same bliss that she and Greg were.
Only her friend Agatha Rosenstein, a sharp 38 year old redhead with stubborn opinions of her own, refused to touch the plant or smell the flowers.
"It looks nice enough," said Agatha, staring at it. Actually, to her, something looked a bit odd about the plant. "A little large, for an indoor plant, perhaps."
"Touch the moss, Agatha," said Hannah, waving her closer.
"No thanks, dear," said Agatha.
"Come on, Agatha! You'll really like it, I promise," said Hannah.
Agatha just frowned and turned away.
Hannah grabbed her hand.
"What are you doing?"
Hannah physically pulled her until she pressed Agatha's hand against the moss.
"Let go!'
Hannah moved Agatha's hand up and down, up and down, twice before Agatha could pull away.
"What have you-" said Agatha, feeling a spark in her clitoris. She suddenly looked at her hand with great interest, as if it were a work of art. She started to rub her fingers, feeling the oils seeping into her bloodstream. She seemed mesmerized.
"Yes," said Hannah softly. She lifted Agatha's other hand, and now, without resistance, pressed it against the plant. With little prompting, Agatha started to rub her hand up and down it.
"Yes, that's right. That's the way, you're getting there," said Hannah.
Agatha started to moan. Her nipples grew hard.
Hannah looked into her eyes, and saw the sense of newfound urgency. Hannah hurriedly helped Agatha out of her clothes, and then disrobed herself.
Before long the two women were poling against the tree, hugging each other, staring each other in the eye as their clitorises were stimulated by the soft mosses of the tree. They both went up and down at the same time, as if they were lovers. And when Agatha cried out with her orgasm, Hannah did as well.
When they had finished and gotten dressed, Agatha took a sapling home for her husband Herbert. She was sure he would love it.
So was Hannah.
At the garden center, Nettie decided to hold a party, to thank the women who had helped grow new saplings. She also wanted to attract men, very much aware that there was a growing sexual imbalance, as most of her customers were women. She told all the women to invite their spouses, their boyfriends, even their male friends from work. Any sexually mature man they could get their hands on, who hadn't yet been sold on the joys of the Saskatchewan Wild Moss, as they were now calling it.
The party was held on a Thursday evening after the Garden Center had closed for regular customers. People milled about, drinking refreshments in her largest greenhouse, one which had been converted entirely to cultivating Saskatchewan Wild Moss. She had purposefully spread the plants all over the greenhouse, creating narrow paths to walk around them, so that visitors would always be within a few feet of the exotic plants.
When she felt that attendance had reached its maximum size, Nettie banged a spoon on a glass and called for ev
eryone's attention.
"Thank you all so much for coming! What a wonderful turnout we have tonight!" Indeed, it was wonderful. There were more than 60 people, and almost half of them were men. Most of the women already knew the joys of the Saskatchewan Wild Moss Plant, but none of the men did. That was about to change.
"I want to welcome all the new faces I see here. I think after tonight you will all know appreciate the joys of having a green thumb."
The crowd politely laughed at her lame joke.
"I have called you here tonight for a serious reason. The human race is destroying the planet. We need to pursue a green solution, one that will take us on a more ecologically sound ground. There is just such a plant which can help us do that. Specifically, I'd like to introduce the men to one of our bestselling plants, the Saskatchewan Wild Moss. Men, why don't you go up to the plants. Go up to the plants, feel that cool moss under your fingertips."
A few of the men reached out and touched the moss, but as expected, many of them didn't.
Nettie smiled, and she felt a ripple through the air, as if a signal was somehow being given.
And then the seed pods on top of each of the plants burst, scattering seeds anywhere. Those who had adapted to the plant's ecology were immune, feeling a mild euphoria; but those who had never encountered the plant before were struck dumb. It was as if they were in a daze.
Nettie suddenly spoke in a business-like, commanding tone. "Girls! Girls! Get their clothes off! Get their clothes off and wrap each of their arms around one of the plants! Hurry, we don't have much time!"
The women in the audience started to strip the men of their clothing. The men, who barely blinked, seemed to be only vaguely aware of what was going on. The men, along with the three women who hadn't yet been exposed to the plant, were stripped nude, and made to lie against a plant, with their chest and arms around it.
A few minutes later, the men started to come around. They awoke to find themselves totally nude, and hugging a plant. The oils of the moss had had time to work itself into their skin. They all felt incredibly aroused.
Nettie watched as one man started to mount a plant and then thrust in and out of it, shamelessly having sex in a room full of people. He was so far gone that he didn't really care.