Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of the Resident Evil stuff, but boy do I wish I did... that'd be pretty cool, huh? And I'd be slightly rich. Instead, I'm reduced to writing stories like this for nothing at all. *tear* Alright, let's get down to brass tacks. This is an erotic story, so nobody under 18 through this here door with the flying monkeys painted on it. As a warning, here's a little breakdown of what you can expect: F/plant, nc, gangbang, F/zombie, con. For those that are interested, this is a somewhat sequel to Lara Croft's Undead Lover. I'm planning on doing a third one, too, whenever I can get the ideas flowing for it, which will hopefully have a bit more real plot. Ok, enough of my inane babble and senseless ramblings... it's story time!
Jill Valentine wandered the halls of the Spencer Estate Guardhouse. She hadn't been able to find any of the other S.T.A.R.S. members since first arriving in the mansion, and she was starting to worry that she'd never see any of them again. There were still more locked doors in the house, but she didn't have the right keys, so she had been searching the guardhouse for anything useful. So far, she hadn't found much, aside from more zombies and an unusually large beehive at the end of one of the halls.
Jill entered one of the rooms to find a bookcase that had been pushed aside to reveal a hole in the floor. In the hole was a ladder. Jill descended the ladder to find more halls, these made of cold, stone, and there was a reek of mildew. Going further down the hall and around a couple corners, constantly cautious with her Beretta ready, she realized why. The floor tilted downwards and it was obvious that not very long ago had been covered in water.
Jill went through the double doors at the end of the hall and entered a large room with a giant tank in the center of it. The tank was smashed and empty now, probably the reason that there had been water flooding the basement. She started to circle around the tank, wondering what could've been inside. As she turned one of the corners, she saw. Three sharks, one of them quite large with two smaller ones, flipped and flopped on the cement floor. They weren't normal sharks, they looked mutilated and rotting.
Figures, Jill thought to herself, everything in this place is dead and rotting but still moving around. There were three doors in the basement, aside from the one she had entered from. She entered one to find what looked like a conference room of sorts... and something much stranger. It appeared to be plant roots, but they had broken straight through the ceiling and they were huge. Jill hadn't seen anything up above that looked like it would have roots. Still, she didn't want to get to close, so she turned and exited the room.
The other two rooms proved to be just as useless as the first. She saw how the water had been drained... but by who? And the same mystery person had raided the supply closet next to the drainage room and had taken every useful thing. Sighing, Jill left the basement and headed back upstairs. There was only one final room to check, through another set of double doors near the back of the guardhouse. Jill entered the room quickly, sweeping her gun for anything that might attack, and then gasped.
In the center of the room was a giant plant, clearly what the roots belonged to. There was a large pod in the middle and sweeping vines sprouting out from it with a mossy substance covering the entire room. Jill was stunned at the size of it and before she had a chance to react there was a loud thud as one of the tentacles slapped into the door behind Jill, closing it. That got the woman's attention, turning to grab at the handle, but it wouldn't turn. Then she felt one of the vines grip around her leg and yank her away from the door.
Jill let out a shriek and her pistol went flying as she was lifted up off the floor towards the plant. More vines appeared to ensnare her, grabbing her at the wrists and ankles and spreading her out before the giant plant monster. Jill struggled fiercely, trying to get herself free, but it was no use. She started to wonder how this monstrosity would kill her, because there was no doubt it would. But the plant had other plans.
Plant 42 was quite full, after having fed on the other two that had entered its lair. They had been fully cocooned in the moss that covered the walls and there was no way for Jill to realize that the corpses of Chris Redfield and Barry Burton were now mere lumps on the ceiling. After two large meals like that, Plant 42 wouldn't be hungry for a while, now it was just bored. It's vines had started to move over Jill's body, quickly discovering she was a female. Plant 42 was neither male nor female, but it had found that female humans were more fun to play with, and up until now it had only been able to play with the zombies.
Feeling the warmth of Jill's body with its vines told Plant 42 that she was no zombie. If it had a mouth, it would have smiled. Instead, it just extended its tiny barbs from the vines and started to cut Jill's clothes away, very carefully. It didn't want to cut or hurt her, just disrobe her. Jill watched as the vines sliced her shirt and pants off of her body.
