Bred

Eve was a cryptobotanist who specialized in 'intelligent' flora--though that was just the cute name for the public. 'Intelligence' really wasn't what was being measured. It was really more a study of reflexes, pheromones, and instincts. It turned out, in some of these alien biomes, plants could move. Kind of like advanced venus fly traps.

The plant she was studying now was colloquially known as the 'rapist rose' because that was a flashy headline that got people to click on articles about botany. The rapist rose had a complex reproductive system that involved using mammals to spread its seeds. The mature plant mimicked male mating hormones in order to lure females. Once the mammal was in range, the rapist rose's reflexes were triggered, and it deposited a thick, seed-heavy secretion into the captured mammal. Often, struggling mammals would trigger the reflex multiple times while trying to escape.

Ultimately, the rapist rose was harmless. While they could grow big enough to capture a human, the secretions weren't harmful. A human would pass any ingested seeds in their scat, thus spreading the rapist rose's range.

Eve had hit the jackpot yesterday. She'd discovered a specimen in the field that was much larger than any previous documented find. The air around it was heady with the smell of cock. Eve put on her mask to block the pheromones, but she'd already been in range for long enough that they'd had their effect. It was exciting to be a part of the science, to actually feel the research acting on her own body as she became incredibly horny. Her pussy was drenched as she attempted to measure the plant without triggering any of its reflexes.

Pat, a cryptoenterologist on the fieldwork team, approached in a mask. She whistled under her breath.

"Lucky you," she said, as Eve entered various measurements into her tablet. "I haven't even found an abandoned hive."

Pat's interest was in some sort of wasp-like pollinator. Apparently they were incredibly rare. Their ecological niche was extremely specific--they had evolved in tandem with a particular plant that had gone extinct and was only known through fossils.

Eve was more focused on the plant in front of her than Pat's monologue about wasps. Eve was practically drooling, she was so horny. The rapist rose's stamen had evolved to look like a cock, if a slightly alien one. Because this specimen was so large, the stamen was perhaps nine inches long. Below it was a translucent reservoir of what Even's brain was calling 'come,' even though it was actually more correctly a type of fruit. The plant had been pollinated; the seed just needed to be spread.

Eve's eyes lingered on the stamen; the seed-heavy liquid was leaking from the tip. Long tendrils fanned out from the stem; these were covered in fine cilia, which twitched at every disturbance of the air around the plant. Eve knew that if she got in range, those tendrils would snap up like a mousetrap.

Eve's pussy was leaking down her thighs, her underwear already completely soaked. She'd have to be more proactive with her mask tomorrow, or she was likely to get dosed again.

Back at camp that night, Eve waited impatiently for the pheromones to clear from her system. She tried showering, blowing her nose, a netty pot--but nothing worked. Peeved, she recorded this information for the sake of science, then went back to her tent to masturbate.

Eve got under her blanket and shoved her hand in her pants. Her clit jumped up responsively. Eve wanted to get off quickly so she could finally get the horniness out of her system, but she quickly found that wasn't going to be the case.

She gave herself an orgasm with her clit, but she was even hornier than before. She plunged her fingers into her pussy, moaning loudly as her cunt clamped around them. Eve realized, too late, that the airborne pheromones that she had breathed in had settled on her skin as well, and clearly showering had not removed them. Now she was spreading the pheromone, applying it internally to heightened effect.

"Fuck," Eve sighed, entering herself with three fingers.

She had fallen into a daze when Pat opened the flap to their tent.

"Oh, wow," Pat said. Eve distantly realized that she was behaving inappropriately; she was fully naked, with no idea when that had happened. She jerked her hips up and down on her fingers. She didn't know how many times she'd come.

"Fucking plant," Eve moaned. "It dosed me."

"Here, sweetheart. Save your wrist."

Pat went to her duffel bag and came back with a silicone dildo. Eve eagerly snatched it from her, then fed it into her pussy. She bucked on her cot, fucking herself to another orgasm, her soaked cunt squelching around the sex toy. Pat sat on her own cot and watched for a minute, then got herself a cigarette.

Eve just kept going. She grunted and moaned, slamming the dildo up against her uterus, giving herself two more orgasms before her legs gave out completely. Eve whined frustratedly, her convulsing cunt sucking around the dildo, eager for more.

"It vibrates," Pat said. "There's a button."

Eve found the button. She immediately came again, her whole body jerking in place. Eve panted and keened, the orgasm never ending.

"There we go," said Pat. "That's it, baby, you got it."

The next morning, Eve woke up completely naked, the dildo, no longer vibrating, still inside her. She groaned as she drew it out of herself. She had fucked herself to sleep, and that seemed to have done the trick. Overnight, the leftover pheromones had worked through her system.

On the cot beside her, Pat was still asleep, hand in the waistband of her panties.

It was early, so Eve took a long, hot shower before getting to work. She put on her mask before she even left camp, not willing to go through the ordeal of being dosed in pheromones again. Soon, Eve was back in the field with the rapist rose.

"Alright," Eve breathed. "Where to begin..."

She had just crept up to the base of the plant with a jar for a soil sample when a warm mist fell across her skin. She looked around for the source, but she didn't have to wonder for long. The fresh spray of pheromones, taken at close range, got to work right away. She absorbed the full dose through her skin in minutes. Eve cursed, ripping her mask off her face. The air was absolutely humid with the smell of cock, and Eve's clit was swelling up, her cunt starting to drip.

Eve took off her pants--fine, if the flower wanted to fuck her so bad, she'd fuck the flower--but only got them down to her ankles before she triggered the cilia on one of the tendrils. Tendrils wrapped around her legs, arms, and chest, lifting her up into the air. They tipped her into the delicate flower, and Eve's mouth, open in a gasp, was lowered onto the thick stamen.

The plant was capable of incredible precision due to the cilia that sensed the tiniest displacement of air. The plant 'knew' exactly where her orifices were. Eve moaned as the fleshy stamen invaded her mouth. It tasted overly sweet, almost rotten, to the point that the smell and taste stung her eyes. The stamen was so large it prodded the back of Eve's throat, making her gag. But when she struggled, the tendrils were triggered into repeating their grab-and-pull reflex. Eve choked on the cock-like stamen as the tendrils pulled her down on it repeatedly. Eve breathed through her nose, dosing herself with more pheromones. Her wet pussy was on full display to the alien jungle, jiggling in the air as the stamen fucked her mouth.

The cycle, once started, couldn't be broken out of--Eve's own reflexes as a female mammal were to buck and rock as she was fucked, and the plant's cilia triggered at her every movement. Eve moaned around the leaking stamen. The plant wouldn't 'come' like a mammal did. Instead, the vacuum formed by her mouth slowly sucked the reproductive fluid from the reservoir. Eve would be here for a long time before that reservoir was empty. There were gallons and gallons of it.

Eve heard a buzzing somewhere nearby. It was getting to be late morning, when the pollinators would start becoming active. Eve moaned quietly on the stamen, sucking down its seed. Her jaw was sore, and she still had so much more to drink before the reservoir was empty.

The buzzing grew louder. This biome had large insect life. The abundant megaflora had enough nectar to support flies the size of your hand. You got used to it, for the most part. Still, Eve jerked in surprise when something landed on her back. It was as heavy as a cat.

When Eve jerked, the grab-and-pull reflex was triggered again, and Eve was once again being fucked in the throat. She moaned despite herself, tits and pussy lips jiggling in the air. Whatever insect had landed on her back took off, only to land again on Eve's bucking body. Eve shivered, hair raising as six legs and two antenae explored her naked back. The insect walked in circles, buzzed as it took off again, then landed again in a slightly different position.

Eve called out in surprise as something entered her cunt. She could still feel delicate insect legs on her lower back. Eve moaned, responsive and horny from the pheromones even though she was being fucked by a fly. Its dirty cock was inside her, its thorax humping against her wet pussy lips. Eve rocked back, eager for stimulation, and the rapist rose pulled her face back down onto its stamen. She was being filled from both ends with reproductive material.

The insect stopped thrusting suddenly--it released, hot come flooded into her cunt. Eve felt herself tip over the edge. She came hard after what must have been an hour of getting her mouth fucked with no other stimulation.

Eve groaned as the insect pulled out of her, then took off in flight. Its come started to dribble out of her cunt. After her orgasm, her legs hung freely down, her body feeling boneless as she caught her breath.

Another hour passed, Eve dutifully sucking the stamen until she could hear the liquid sloshing in her stomach. She just couldn't drink it all. She took a break, drooling around the stamen, unable to pull off without the plant's tendrils fucking her face back down onto it.

She heard buzzing nearby again, and her pussy clenched. She couldn't believe she'd come from being fucked by an insect. Its filthy orgasm was still inside her, coating the walls of her cunt.

The buzzing came and went as pollinators made their rounds. Then the buzzing became very loud, loud enough that she could feel the vibration on her skin. Eve moaned around the stamen as another insect landed on her back, her cunt clenching needily.

This insect was heavier than the last one. It walked in a circle on her back, but unlike the first insect, it barely fit. Its legs slipped out from under it, but it carefully regained its footing each time. It must have been a meter long.

Eve understood what was coming as the insect slowly positioned itself; what surprised her was when the cilia on the tendrils triggered, even though Eve hadn't moved. instead of the grab-and-pull reflex, the tendrils pulled Eve's legs apart, opening up her wet, come-filled cunt.

Even wailed around the stamen as the insect buzzed, its reproductive organ vibrating against her pussy lips as it slid around, looking for her hole. The insect carefully lined itself up, and Eve felt the head breach her pussy. The insect eagerly pushed inside; its reproductive organ was long and slender, so long that it shouldn't have fit. Eve breathed heavily as the tip pushed against her cervix.

Eve felt liquid release inside her. She groaned as the secretion instantly induced an orgasm. Her cunt felt very hot and loose. The insect pushed its organ even deeper inside her, and Eve realized the secretion had dilated her cervix; the insect breached inside. Eve kept coming, her pussy massaging the insect's sex organ, encouraging it deeper, even as she was horrified at the thought of the insect fucking directly into her uterus.

Something firm pushed against the opening to her cunt, and gradually breached her. Eve wondered if she could possibly be taking another penis inside her at the same time, but no, the firm thing moved up through her, only the size of a large marble. She felt pressure again when it squeezed through her cervix. One at a time, more marble-sized objects pushed inside. The insect was laying a clutch of eggs directly inside her womb.

Eve jerked and kicked, but the plant only pulled her back in. Eve lost count of the eggs. There were dozens. Eve came repeatedly, unable to help herself under the thrall of the plant's pheromones. It was so dirty, so erotic, the insect's forelegs tickling her shoulderblades as it bred her, the plant's tendrils pulling her down to fuck her mouth as she came.

Eventually, the insect withdrew; by that time, Eve couldn't feel her extremities. She felt like nothing more than a thorax with a mouth on one end and a cunt on the other. It was only fifteen minutes before the next insect landed on her back.

This insect was joined by a second, then a third. They competed for space on her back, buzzing and walking over each other. All three attempted to enter her at once, though only two succeeded, each perched on the globes of her ass. The two insects pushed into her as one giant cock, making Eve scream around the stamen.

The third insect buzzed around, landing on her back several times before giving up. Or so Eve thought--she jerked in surprise as it landed inside her thigh instead, gagging as she was pulled in for another round of fucking from the plant. She was on the edge of coming when she opened her eyes to see the insect crawling upside-down up her stomach. It was a wasp as big as a dog. Eve came hard around the two wasps already inside her as the third pushed its penis against her entrance from the front. Slowly, it stretched her wide enough for all three.

Eve thought the wasps were going to fuck her to death. Each one deposited its reproductive fluid inside her, then moved on, only for another to land on her back and take the vacated position. Her entire body was covered in a sheen of insect come. At some point, the wasps could no longer identify where to stuff their cocks. Eve howled around the stamen as a penis forced itself into her asshole while two other wasps competed inside her cunt, buzzing aggressively at each other.

Only when night began to fall did the swarm move on. Eve had fallen in and out of consciousness throughout the day, but now that she had a moment to rest, she was wide awake. Her abdomen felt heavy, as if each of those little eggs was made of lead. Her pussy and asshole were sticky and burning hot, almost itchy with need. She'd taken more than a hundred of them from dawn until dusk, but their reproductive organs secreted an agent that increased arousal locally. Now that there was nothing to make her come, Eve felt frustrated. She was going to be up all night with this stamen shoved down her throat, too horny to sleep.

"Good morning, sunshine," said a familiar voice.

It was just before dawn, judging by the light. Eve blinked awake. She couldn't feel her arms or legs, and she choked when her conscious brain rejected the stamen snuggly buried in her throat. The rapist rose stared to fuck her as she gagged, her throat spasming and milking it of another helping of the too-sweet seed.

"Hiya," said Pat, coming into view. "Wow, look at you. You look nine months pregnant."

Eve moaned in horror. She realized she could feel the heaviness of her stomach as the plant jerked her up and down on its stamen.

"This is groundbreaking stuff, Eve," Pat said. "You know how I was telling you the Seminarian Wasp evolved in tandem with a now-extinct flower? Well, it turns out, my wasp and your rapist rose have a totally different symbiotic relationship--adapted in response to the loss of their ecological niche. I know your predecessor's research concluded that the rapist rose seizes a mammal, deposits its fruit, and then the mammal escapes to deposit the plant's seed through its scat--well, that is certainly the case for juvenile plants. An adult plant this size, however--"

Eve moaned on the stamen impatiently, eager for Pat to rescue her.

"Shh, there's more," said Pat. "I was watching you yesterday. A female wasp deposited her eggs inside you, and the scent attracted the males from the hive to fertilize. The male wasps will probably be back today. Oh, the first insect to fuck you wasn't anything. Just a fly attracted to the sugar-rich liquid fruit.

"I have a theory that the plant is using you as a lure for the wasps, but not because they're pollinators. It's actually using the wasps to harvest its fruit. See, in an adult of the species, this flower can capture a larger mammal like yourself, then dangle you as a lure for the Seminarian Wasp, which reproduces parasitically. Sorry, I should have started with that, but you're a scientist, you know the basics. The wasp lays its eggs inside any mammal large enough to fit its ovipositor. Meanwhile, that mammal is taking on reproductive material from the flower as well. When the wasp eggs hatch and the larvae eat their way out of you from the inside, your corpse will decompose into a nutrient-dense fertilizer for the flower's seeds. See, the previous theory about increasing the plant's range just doesn't make a lot of sense when you consider how reliant it is on the fauna it evolved alongside. Everything the offspring needs is right here."

Eve realized halfway Pat's speech that Pat intended to leave her here to be eaten by wasp larvae. She shrieked and began to struggle--or she thought she was struggling. She couldn't feel her arms or legs.

"Sorry, Eve, but these wasps are way too rare for me to disrupt a reproductive cycle. No way can I sacrifice these eggs. Besides, it's too late. The circulation in your extremities has been cut off for hours. You're no good to anyone now except as a hole to fuck."

Pat settled down onto a camp chair and clicked her pen. Eve moaned in despair--but despite her situation, Eve could understand. The rapist rose was her area of study, after all, and this was a huge breakthrough. If it had been Pat caught with her pants down and a clutch of rare wasp eggs incubating inside her, Eve might have left her for dead for the sake of science, too.

"I'll put your name on my paper," Pat said, as if she'd read Eve's mind.

Then, as an act of mercy, Pat got up from her chair and triggered the plant's pheromones. Eve's pussy started to weep juices and she moaned frustratedly on the plant's stamen. In the chair behind her, Eve heard Pat sigh contentedly, then unzip her pants.

When Eve was next aware of her surroundings, she found herself in the brightly lit medical sector. She faded in and out. Her pregnant belly swelled before her eyes, stuffed with eggs--then, the next time she woke, it was flat. What a shame... she thought. The Seminarian Wasp was so rare, and the fertilized eggs had all been wasted...

She passed out again to whispers of amputation. Then, brain scans. The doctors wanted to know why she wasn't lucid. She heard the word neurotoxin tossed around. Well, that wasn't precisely what Eve would have called it; the pheromones of the rapist rose weren't toxic. Now, whether they could have a lasting neurological impact after prolonged exposure did warrant study. She wondered if the doctors would let her look at the brain scans.

Eve woke up again somewhere else--the light was dimmer, more homely. There was something uncomfortably large inside her cunt, vibrating so hard that her whole body vibrated in place. Her bare nipples wobbled in front of her eyes, and Eve started to pant.

"Coming..." Eve said--or tried to say. Her tongue slurred the word, half numb.

Pat appeared in her field of vision. She was fully clothed, but her cheeks were flushed. She watched as Eve began to jerk and spasm in place as her body was wracked with orgasm. Eve wailed as the vibrator kept going, overstimulating her, but no matter how she tried to move her arms, she couldn't feel them. She kicked her legs, but they hung numbly outside of her field of vision.