Then a second man mounted another plant, and started to pole in and out of it. Then a third, and a fourth, and within moments, every man in the room was having sex with their plant.
The women, seeing the phalluses of the plant starting to protrude with every thrust, eagerly shed their clothes and joined them.
Nettie smiled as she watched thirty instantly created sex couples procreating, with the help of the plants. The fact that some of the people didn't know each other didn't matter. What did matter is that they were critically disrupting the human life cycle of reproduction. None of these sixty people would ever have human babies again. Not a single child would be born who would contribute to the destruction of the planet.
Instead, beautiful plants would be created, dozens of them, which would supplant humanity as the dominant form of life.
Nettie's nipples got hard just at the thought of it.
********
Jack and Sam were part of a team checking out the gardening centers in and around Baltimore. HomePlanet Security had received scattered reports of unusual plants in the area, but not tied to any specific location. So Jack and Sam and a team of investigators from HomePlanet Security were spending a few days in Baltimore, which conveniently was near the headquarters of HomePlanet Security.
Sam liked not having to travel far, which meant she could be home at nights. It was nice to be home with Gavin, who for once wasn't travelling to some far away place for his work.
They were checking out a garden center in Cantonsville, a suburb of Baltimore, when Sam felt something... odd. She had reached out with her ESPer skills, as she always did, but couldn't figure out what was troubling her. She saw a number of women, eagerly buying a tall, mossy plant. They all seemed excited about it. She tried to scan the plant, but came away with nothing. It did look a bit odd--Sam had never seen a tall, mossy plant before. Dunlop 4 had been unable to provide them with a description of the Krion plant, saying it could change into whatever form it needed to suit its purposes.
Jack tapped her on the shoulder. "Anything?" he asked.
"I... I don't think so, sir," said Sam, looking around again.
"Frankly, I'm not even sure what we're looking for," said Jack. "We come to a garden center to find a plant. Guess what? We find plenty of them."
"Dunlop 4 said the plant may unintentionally reveal itself," said Sam, still looking around a bit distractedly. She still had that strange feeling...
"Yes, very cryptic. And very unhelpful. Can't your alien boyfriend do any better?"
"Sir!" said Sam, giving him a hurt look.
"Sorry," said Jack. "But you two do seem to have a.. rapport."
"Dunlop and I... get along," said Sam, twirling her hair unconsciously.
"If Gavin hadn't gotten to you first, maybe Dunlop could have been your lucky guy," Jack teased.
"Or maybe someone else would have, sir," said Sam. She blushed, and felt like covering her mouth. Why had she said that?
Jack's eyes widened and he looked away, a little embarrassed. "Let's go."
"You go," said Sam. "I'll catch up. I want to look around a little more here."
"Getting something for Gavin?"
Sam saw he was mocking her. "Yes sir, that's exactly it. I'm looking for the perfect flower for Gavin."
"All right. We're going on to one of the gardening places in Ellicott City. Catch up with us there, comm me if you need our location."
"Sir, yes sir," she said automatically, feeling flustered.
Jack saluted her sarcastically, and left.
There was something between the two of them, something that always made times like this feel awkward. It sometimes made Sam wonder if there could ever have been anything between them, if not for Gavin.
Sam walked around the greenhouse, feeling with her mind more than looking. Something felt odd here. But she couldn't figure out what it was.
A grey haired lady in a green vest smiled at her. "Can I help you?"
"I'm not sure," said Sam. "I'm looking for something unusual."
"Well, then I have just the thing for you. Come with me!"
Her name was Margie Butterfield, and she as a dedicated employee of Cottiweather Gardens. At 72 years of age, the plant had no use for Margie as a tool for reproduction, but had conditioned her nonetheless, realizing how useful she could be in encouraging other to satisfy newfound urges.
Sam obediently followed Margie to a section of the greenhouse where those tall, mossy plants were growing. The same mossy plants she had seen several ladies so excited about buying.
"No, this isn't my kind of thing," said Sam, eyeing the large, mossy plant.
"But it is," said Margie. She ran her hand along the moss. "Touch it and see."
"No thanks," said Sam, sensing something was increasingly wrong.
"Come on, give it a try. Just a quick touch," said Margie.
"No thanks," said Sam, taking a step back.
Suddenly, two women appeared behind her. Each grabbed one of her arms.
"Let go!" Sam cried. But the women were stronger, and each one inexorably pushed her hands towards the plant. Sam tried to struggle, her hands trembling, but inch by inch they were pushed closer, until they made contact.
"Oh!" Sam cried, as she felt the first of the oils penetrate the palms of her skin. The women holding her arms remained in place.
"Ooooh!" Sam said, her chest heaving as she started to breathe rapidly. She began to get sexually excited. Her resistance decreased.
The women moved Sam's hands up and down the plant. "Oooh. Ooooh," she said, feeling it in her body.
Margie Butterfield gave a nod and the women released Sam. Sam started to rub the plant on her own.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Margie asked, with a smile.
Sam nodded, her eyes wide, as she continued to stroke and pet the plant. Her nipples were already hard, and she felt a burning need growing between her legs.
Margie said, "Help her," and the two women behind Sam started to slowly undress her. Sam, obsessed with touching the plant, did not resist as they pulled off her jacket and her blouse. She didn't resist as they unclipped her military skirt or her Survey Service bra or panties.
When the opportunity presented itself to rub herself nude against the plant, Sam immediately took it, pressing her large breasts against it. She loved the way the soft moss stimulated her nipples. The oily residue of the plant rubbed against her chest, exciting her beyond belief. She started pressing the hard column of the moss against the area between her legs. Before long she was shamelessly poling up and down, unaware and uncaring of the spectators around her. Margie and the two women who had held her smiled, murmuring their approval. She felt their eyes on her as she continued to have sex with the plant.
She started to friction faster and faster, feeling wetter and wetter between her legs. And before she knew it she was crying out, as her body experienced a spectacular orgasm. She collapsed and blacked out for a moment. When she came to, she saw Margie and the other women smiling down at her.
"Welcome, sister," said one of them, offering Sam a hand up. "Thanks," she said, taking the hand, feeling uncertain.
"Did you enjoy it?" Margie asked, all smiles.
Sam nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable with these women giving her cow eyes. She reached for her Survey Service silky panties.
"You can experience this joy all the time."
Sam slipped her panties on, and then strapped on her standard issue Survey Service armed forces bra. She was aware of all the eyes on her.
"You can feel this way every day."
She put on her military blue skirt, and then reached for her blouse.
"You cannot deny what you felt."
Sam buttoned up her blouse, and put on her military jacket.
"No thanks," said Sam, putting on her shoes. She paused, and looked at the others. "Are you going to try and stop me from leaving?"
"No," said Margie. "There is no coercion, sister. You are free to go."
Eyeing the women warily, Sam left the greenhouse. One of the women started to speak, but Margie simply raised a restraining hand, which silenced her.
Sam's first thought was to tell Jack. This was the plant they had been looking for! Her hand closed on her comm unit.
And yet... it had felt so good. So incredibly good. Sam had never had an orgasm that intense, that powerful. The allure of it, the need to experience more of it, tore at her. She found herself activating the comm. "Connect me to Colonel Jack Sullivan," she said.
In moments, Jack was on the line. "So, did you find a flower for your hubby?" his holoimage said.
Sam nodded wordlessly.
Jack looked at her oddly. "Did you find anything else there? Anything we should know about?"
Sam thought about the plant. She thought about how it wanted to take over the world, to end the human reproductive cycle.
But she also realized how much she had enjoyed her orgasm. She would tell Jack about it, but first she had to experience it again. Just one more time. She couldn't live with herself if she didn't feel it one more time.
She shook her head. "Everything is fine. Where are you?"
********
The next day, while they were looking at other greenhouses, Sam slipped away during lunch, telling Jack she wanted to do some shopping. She immediately returned to the garden center and stood in front of one of the Saskatchewan Wild Moss Plants, immediately mesmerized.
"Ah, you're back," said Margie, smiling. "I knew you would return. Would you like to... explore the plant again?"
Sam nodded, too embarrassed to say it. Margie took her into another greenhouse, which had been turned into an orgyhouse. Men and women were nude, rubbing their bodies against the tall plants, moaning and having loud orgasms.
Margie took Sam to an unoccupied plant and patted her on the back. "Have fun, dear."
Sam stripped off her clothing in a hurry, and it wasn't long before she was once again rubbing against the plant.
But just as she started, another woman, also completely nude, stood in front of her. "Mind if I join you?"
Sam, fully focused on getting her own pleasure, gave the slightest of nods. The woman, a dark haired beauty with breasts as big as Sam's, started to mount the cylindrical shaped plant from the other side.
Sam groaned with pleasure as she rubbed the plant between her legs. The feelings were becoming... familiar, now. It had only been a day since she had first experienced it, but in her mind it felt like years. She had been apart from it for too long.
Sam noticed the other woman, the dark hair woman, looking her in the eye as they both went up and down. Sam looked away at first, embarrassed about having sex with a plant with another woman doing the same, but eventually she made eye contact again, and the woman smiled at her. Sam shyly smiled back at her.
Then the woman reached around and hugged Sam with her arms. Sam found herself wrapping her arms around the woman. They started poling up and down together, in the same direction at the same time, with equal force and effort. Each time Sam went down on the plant, feeling the wondrous sensation on her clitoris, she looked into the woman's eyes and saw her feeling it too.
And yet... it was as if they were giving pleasure to each other. It was only natural; during sex, one tended to look at the face of one's partner. When a person felt sexual pleasure, they tended to associate it with the face they were looking at. And now Sam, feeling her clitoris stimulated mightily, her nipples painfully hard, was looking at the face of a beautiful, beautiful, 20 something dark haired lovely.
They both closed in on their orgasm at the same time, even though Sam had started before the girl. She got the sense that the girl had moved more quickly so she could time her orgasm with Sam's. And then they both gasped, as one, and then gasped again, and again, and again, all at the same time, both staring each other in the eyes, and then Sam felt the most incredible climax in her clitoris, and she moaned and fainted again.
When she came to, she was in the other woman's lap. The woman was tenderly brushing her hair.
"Did you like that?" the young brunette asked.
Sam nodded.
The woman reached down and pressed her lips against Sam. Sam responded. When she pulled back, the woman smiled. "I did too."
Sam got up and started to get dressed. As she did, she saw a man a few feet away from her, making love to another plant, all on his own. As he thrust into it, she saw a green phallus emerge on the other side. It looked hard and firm. For a moment, Sam had a thought to join him, but then another woman, totally nude, mounted it, and groaned as it thrust into her.
And suddenly Margie was at her side. "It's good with other girls, but even better with men."
Sam nodded.
"We have a perennial shortage of men. If you could bring a man here, you could experience the total joy of it."
A man? That would mean infecting Gavin. How could she lure Gavin to a garden center in Baltimore?
But there was another man she knew who was in Baltimore right now. A man she knew quite well.
Colonel Jack Sullivan.
Sam opened her mouth, started to speak, but no words came out.
Margie, touched her hand gently. "You'll figure it out, I'm sure."
********
Sam returned the next day and had sex with the plant again at lunch time. This time she didn't have a partner at all. She felt frustrated as she looked at all the couples, who appeared to be really enjoying herself. She caught Margie's eye, but all Margie did was smile mysteriously at her.
Sam tried to figure out what to do. She really wanted to experience sex with the plant, using another man. It was all she could think about, even as she rejoined Jack and the inspection team.
"How was your latest round of lunchtime shopping?" Jack asked.
"Productive, sir. I bought a new pair of heels," said Sam.
"Very useful, for the Survey Service," said Jack mockingly.
She looked at him, and a weird panoply of emotions went through her mind. Suddenly, she just wanted to have sex with him, right then and there.
No. Not just with him. With the plant as well.
It kept eating at her, all throughout the day, as they fruitlessly explored other garden centers. Now that Sam knew what the plant looked like, she also knew they were wasting their time. The garden center she had been to in Cantonsville was the only one in the Baltimore area that had the alien plant.
By the end of the afternoon, Jack sighed. "Well, it's been another day. We've saved the planet yet again from hostile alien rose bushes, I suppose."
Sam resisted the instinct to laugh. She waited silently as Jack dismissed the team and told them to return to base.
Only when everyone else was gone did Jack turn to her. "You still here?"
"I was just thinking, sir," said Sam. "There was a garden center we went to, on the second day. One I got some... odd feelings about."
"I remember. You stayed behind a bit longer. But you never found anything, right?" He looked at her intently.
"Right," said Sam. "But I am starting to get the feeling that I missed something." She smiled. "It's probably nothing. But I'd feel better taking another look. Would you come with me?"
"Sure," said Jack, not looking at all suspicious.
Sam's heart was racing as they returned to the garden center. She didn't know how any of this was going to play out. All she knew is that she needed to make love, with a plant, and a man, and she was bringing a man to accomplish this. How she would get him to cooperate was less than certain.
Margie smiled when she saw Sam and Jack. "Ah, Major Ardent! Back again? Looking for something special for your man friend?" she said, looking at Jack.
Sam blushed. She knew that Margie knew full well why Jack was here. "We're just colleagues," she said, emphasizing the word a little too much. "We just wanted to do a bit of shopping on our own."
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sp; "Oh, well, I know just the thing for you both," said Margie, getting a gleam in her eyes. "Follow me."
Sam looked at Jack, who shrugged. They followed Margie into one of the greenhouses.
"I know something that will be a perfect fit for the both of you," said Margie, smiling mysteriously.
Sam blushed again when Margie said 'perfect fit'. She knew exactly what Margie meant.
Margie brought them to one of the alien plants, one that had grown over five feet tall and was fully mature. It had seed pods sprouting on the top.
"Wouldn't this look lovely in your living room?" Margie asked.
"That seems a little big for my living room," said Jack.
"On the contrary, you'll find it's just the right size for you," said Margie.
As her smile grew mysterious, Jack's eyes narrowed, and then the pod on top of the alien plant burst, showing Jack with little spores. He blinked, and suddenly his mind went slack.
"Hurry, we have to get him undressed," said Margie, wrestling with his clothes. Sam was just standing there, looking aghast. "Come on!"
Sam pitched in and helped pull Jack's pants off. She tried not to think about what she was doing as she did it, tried not to think even as she pulled his underwear off, revealing Jack's large, hairy penis. As she saw it for the first time, she took a deep breath.
And then Margie was pushing Jack against the plant, wrapping his arms around it. "You should probably get undressed yourself, dear," said Margie.
Sam nodded wordlessly. She stripped off her clothes. She was about to be nude in front of her commanding officer for the very first time. She hadn't thought about that.
Jack started to recover a moment later. His eyelids fluttered. The first thing he saw was Sam. His mouth opened wide as he saw her large, pouting breasts. Sam had C cup breasts which attracted nearly every eye on the base, but no one in the Survey Service had ever seen them in all their glory, without clothes smothering them, as Jack was doing now.
Jack immediately got an erection. He felt very sexually aroused. The oily pheromones in his bloodstream and the sight of Sam's breasts conquered the rational part of his mind in seconds. He needed one thing: sex. And he needed it badly. And he needed it right now.