Chapter One: Pollination
"Captain's Log, Star Date 02.05.18. We have assigned to transport a team of botanical scientists to the forest planet of Faslekh in the Paone System. Faslekh is a mostly unexplored planet, but recent expeditions there have revealed a rich abundance of plant life - including several new types of flora that exist nowhere else. Starfleet hopes that the study of these plants may result in the discovery of new medicines that may benefit the entire Federation."
Captain Timothy Cochrane tapped a key, ending his log entry. It promised to be a boring, routine mission - and that suited him just fine. It would be nice, for once, not to worry about doing battle with Klingon warships, or some other threat that might destroy his ship. And while he had only participated in one battle during his twelve months as captain of the ship, that battle was enough to convince him to avoid all future battles if at all possible. Other captains would be thrilled to match tactics and torpedoes with the Klingons - but a nice, quiet plant-gathering mission was all that Cochrane could have asked for.
"Approaching Faslekh now, sir," reported Mr. Harden from his station at the helm.
"Good," said Cochrane. "Navigator, plot a standard orbit."
"Aye, sir," said Lieutenant Buccia. Her fingers danced upon the console. "Estimate arrival in fourteen minutes."
"Acknowledged. Science officer, any contacts?"
"Negative, sir," said the red-haired woman behind him. "Scans show no ships in this vicinity."
"Not surprising," said the captain. "We're a long way out." He swiveled toward the communications console. "Lieutenant Stakt, any messages from Starfleet?"
The blue-skinned Andorian shook her head. "No, sir."
"Very well. Advise Starfleet that we've arrived. Signal the research team to begin their preparations. Also, send a security team to accompany them to the planet's surface. They probably won't be needed, but a little extra caution never hurts."
"It's beautiful down here," said Melissa, momentarily forgetting her tricorder readings while she stared at the verdant lush undergrowth all around them. "Like a vast, unending garden."
Christine nodded and smiled wistfully. "It's a shame we can't spend more time here," she said. "I have a feeling there's a lot we could learn from this planet."
"I agree. But Starfleet wants results, and they're not giving us very much time to come up with them. I suppose I shouldn't complain though; after all, they're paying for our expedition."
"Speaking of Starfleet," Christine nodded her head back to the six security guards who trailed the science team. "Do they really think it was necessary for us to have an armed escort down here?"
"They're probably just following regulations," said Melissa. "After all, most of this planet has never been visited before, and we don't really know what we'll encounter." Melissa lowered her voice to a whisper. "Besides, some of those guys are kinda cute."
Christine tried not to smile. "I hadn't noticed."
"The hell you didn't," said Melissa, grinning. "Say, it is rather hot down here. Maybe we should urge them to take off their shirts."
"Now, Melissa," said Christine in a scolding tone that was less than half-serious. "We're here to study plant life, not animal life."
They had been on the planet for over an hour, and everyone was sweating profusely. The jungle was as steamy as a hot shower, and Melissa's clothes had become quite damp.
"I'm picking up some unusual readings in that direction," she said, pointing to the southwest. "Looks like it's about three hundred yards or so."
"All right, why don't you go ahead and check it out," said Christine. I'm going to stay here and collect some samples."
"Do you think I should ask one of those nice men to join me?"
Christine shook her head. "I don't think so."
"Why not? What if something happens to me? I'd feel safer with a big, strong man there to protect me."
"Uh huh. Right." Christine smirked. "I have a feeling that HE would be the one needing protection."
Melissa grinned. "You're probably right. Okay, then, I'll go alone. But if I'm not back in an hour, send one of those hunks out to get me."
"If you're not back in an hour, I'll call you on the communicator."
"I'll turn it off."
Christine smiled and shook her head. "Get going, will you? I've got work to do, and so do you."
Melissa gawked at the lush foliage as she walked through the forest, taking occasional glances at her tricorder to make sure she was heading in the right direction. After being confined to the small rooms and narrow corridors of a starship for the last two weeks, this vast green wilderness was like paradise to her.
She finally reached the location indicated on the tricorder, which showed a concentrated abundance of life readings within a relatively small clearing. There was no canopy overhead to keep the sunlight from warming the ferns and flowers that surrounded her. Their sweet smell was everywhere, and she inhaled deeply, allowing the floral aroma to fill her senses.
There was a patch of beautiful violet flowers nearby, and she kneeled down next to one of them, bringing her face close to the petals. The first sniff brought a smile to her face. Such a lovely fragrance; this was definitely where the odor was coming from. She closed her eyes and took another sniff, then another, then another. Intoxicating. She kept breathing it in, enjoying the exotic scent. After a full minute of incessant sniffing, she began to feel dizzy, and decided to lie down on a blanket of moss, right in the middle of the flowers.
The pungent aroma was all around her; it permeated the air like a cloud of perfume, making it hard for her to think clearly. She slowly became aware of a familiar sensation stirring in her body. Her heart was beating faster, her breathing grew more rapid, her nipples tingled and her pussy was starting to come alive. Had the flowers done this to her? She wouldn't have thought it possible - but here she was, growing more and more horny by the second. She could feel herself opening up, her sex beginning to throb and pulse with excitement. It wouldn't be long the sex juice started to ooze from her hungry vagina.
She smiled dreamily. It would be at least forty-five minutes before she was due back. More than enough time for a little self-gratification.
She tugged her shirt off and then unfastened her bra. The sunlight bathed her breasts with golden warmth as she pushed her skirt down her legs, then did the same to her panties. Finally she was completely naked upon the forest floor, and it felt wonderful to have all her clothes off. She moved a hand to her crotch and began to rub.
It took only seconds for her to get wet. She had never felt so horny before in her entire life. She stroked the fleshy folds of her sensitive labia, vigorously massaging her increasingly moist pussy. While she busily fingered herself with one hand, her other hand moved up to caress the firm, plump flesh of her left breast. Its nipple was already stiff and swollen, and she pinched and tugged at the taut pink tit, sending erotic tingles through her entire body. Pretty soon she was panting, making soft little moans as she lay there, eagerly pleasuring herself amidst a sea of sweet-smelling flowers.
She wished that one of the security guards would find her here, that he would see her lying naked on the ground, feverishly masturbating. Being the gentleman that he was, he wouldn't want her to be in such agony, so he would promptly remove his own clothes. Then he would crawl on top of her, his hard cock dangling against her waiting pussy. She wouldn't protest; she wouldn't even say anything. She would simply spread her legs for him, inviting him to fuck her, to shove his wonderful penis deep into her hot, juicy cunt. That's what she wanted - to feel a big meaty dick, sliding in and out, in and out, ravishing her, making her squeal and groan. She closed her eyes and rubbed her pussy even harder, her mind focused on what that handsome, imaginary man was doing to her.
Then she felt it - something soft, slithering against her leg. Her eyes flew open, and she looked downward to see a greenish purple vine beginning to wrap itself around her thigh. She screamed and tried to back up, but the tendril was deceptively strong. Her leg was trapped. As she tried to pull free, another vine shot out from the foliage, ensnaring her left wrist. She managed to pry the vine away, but not before two more of the tangling strands had grabbed hold of her other arm, pulling it above her head. Both of her legs were trapped now, and yet another creeper was starting to entwine itself around her free arm. She screamed again as the leafy tentacles quickly fastened themselves to her body, twisting around her arms and legs, making it impossible for her to move.
Like something from a nightmare, a snake-like tendril slowly rose up from the ground between her legs. Its 'stem' was about four centimeters wide, and at the tip she saw a larger purplish bulb, shaped like a flower that had not yet opened. Melissa watched in horror as the penis-like vine descended toward her. It touched her calf and began to slide upward along her inner thigh, tickling her bare skin. As it slithered its way toward her waist, the purple bulb kept weaving back and forth, as if trying to track down some elusive scent. She held her breath, her heart racing as she watched the sentient plant move closer and closer toward her crotch. When it finally got there, it paused, its bulging head hanging poised at the entrance to her womb. "It's smelling me," thought Melissa, paralyzed with fear. "It's smelling my juices."
Without warning, the vines holding her legs suddenly pulled them apart, spreading her thighs wide open. The purple bulb moved forward and began to poke against her vulva, tentatively prodding her slick wet flesh as if trying to figure out how to get inside her. And then it found out. Melissa gasped as the plant-like intruder slowly pushed its way past her distended pussy lips and began to worm its way into her vagina.
She didn't want to enjoy it. She wanted to feel horror, disgust, revulsion - but as the vine slowly worked its way inside her, she knew she was in trouble. It felt like a cock - a large, thick cock, deliciously scraping her inner walls, sending waves of erotic stimulation through her groin and up through her belly. She was getting raped, but there was no way for her to block out the pleasure of being filled and fucked. The alien weed began to move, slowly pulling out of her cunt...then sliding back in again. It was screwing her...it was screwing her, and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. And now even her pussy was betraying her; it kept whispering, "Oh my God...this feels soooo good...this is exactly what I want...don't fight it...give in to it...just lie back and enjoy the invasion..."
"No!" she whimpered as the alien squirmed back inside her vagina. "I have to think of a way out of this!" The tendrils covering her belly writhed continuously, their leaves tickling her naked skin. "I can't just lie here and let this thing fuck me..." But as the tentacle plunged back into her steamy crevice, her defiance began to wane. "I can't just..." It shoved inside her again, filling her with its satisfying hardness. "I have to..." In it went, slithering into her juicy love shaft. "I...I..." She gasped as the intruder plunged deep inside her, eagerly tunneling toward her womb. She struggled to hold on to her tattered thoughts, but the cock-like vine just kept driving into her oozing snatch, again and again and again. With each thrust, her willpower grew a little weaker. She knew it wouldn't be long before she just gave up, allowing herself to moan and writhe like a female in heat. It just felt too good, too good to resist. Her legs opened wide, the alien organ pulsed in and out of her frothing cunt, providing her pussy with the sexual friction it so desperately wanted. "Just surrender...let it take you...feel what it's doing to you...you know you're enjoying this..."
It was true. The serpentine tentacle was pleasing her pussy, and she was helpless to resist the erotic sensations that coursed through her body, threatening to consume her. She could feel the alien writhing inside her, filling her up, burying itself deep within her steamy vagina. Unstoppable. She announced her surrender with a lusty moan, arching her back as the thick rod skewered her cunt yet again.
The violet flowers surrounded her. All of their petals had turned to face her, as if they were spectators who had come to witness the seduction of this young human female. Their intoxicating scent was as strong as ever; the aroma just kept pouring into her nose, into her mind, loosening her hold on sanity. As the penis-plant continued to plow into her gooey vagina, she gradually lost the capability for rational thought. All that mattered to her was the pleasure emanating from those firm thrusts into her groin. It wasn't long before her hips began to buck against those thrusts, joyously welcoming the alien invader into her pussy. She could feel the smooth vines moving all over her body, stroking her face, her breasts, her thighs. She moaned softly as the tentacle continued to fuck her, incessantly pumping her cunt with its hard rubbery stem. It seemed to be getting larger, slowly swelling in girth as it drilled her wet pussy with deep, rapid strokes.
It finally proved to be too much for poor Melissa. The horny young woman groaned as her orgasm erupted, causing her body to writhe and convulse. She could feel the sex juice oozing out of her pussy, trickling down her bottom as the cock tentacle continued to pump her gushing twat. It wasn't done with her yet. While she thrashed and moaned deliriously, the rigid organ just kept drilling into her creamy sex hole. She could feel it getting thicker, plunging into her sopping vagina at an even faster pace. If it were a man's cock, she would have thought that he was getting ready to ejaculate. But this was a plant; it had no sperm to deliver.
But then the alien buried itself deep inside her, and she could feel it throbbing as 'something' began to squirt into her vagina. If Melissa's mind hadn't been laid waste by her own orgasm, she would have been terrified at the thought of being impregnated by this alien invader. As it was, she simply moaned and wondered what was pouring into her womb. There certainly was a lot of it; she could feel wave after wave of creamy liquid spurting inside her, bathing her spasming vagina until her orgasm finally subsided. Then, all of her thoughts faded as she lapsed into unconsciousness.
She woke up to the sound of her communicator beeping. She groggily sat up and searched for the device among her discarded clothes.
"Melissa here," she said sleepily, absent-mindedly stroking her naked belly.
"Melissa, it's me," came Christine's voice. "We're getting ready to pack everything up over here. How are you making out?"
"Pretty good. Just took a little nap."
"What? Melissa, you were supposed to be studying the vegetation..."
"I was, I was...I just felt really tired, that's all."
Christine sighed. "Did you collect any specimens, at least?"
Melissa glanced at the violet flowers. "Yup. A whole bunch of them."
"Okay, good. Well listen, I'm going to beam up to the ship. Do you need anything else before you go?"
"No, I'm fine. I'll be joining you in a few minutes, just as soon as I'm done here."
"All right. See you on board."
Melissa turned off the communicator and glanced around her. Something wasn't quite right. She felt sort of strange, as though there was something she was forgetting - something important. The last thing she remembered was masturbating; she remembered lying on the ground, eagerly rubbing her juicy quim. Then...nothing.
She shrugged. Must have been one hell of an orgasm.
But there were other things that she didn't understand. Why did she have all these scratches on her body? Why did her vagina feel raw, as if she had been poking something big inside herself? And why this persistent, nagging thought that something wasn't quite right?
That thought stayed with her as she collected a variety of plants and placed them into containment boxes for future research. She didn't have any answers; all she wanted to do right now was get back to the ship and take a nice, hot bath.
She flicked her communicator open. "Melissa to Intercourse. One to beam up."