The device was similar to the holoscreens the quadrupeds used, and he believed he had watched the human enough to manipulate it if he ever had the chance. Unfortunately, she always took it into her room to 'charge' before going to work.
Late one night, when the human 'Mary' did not arrive, Darci propped the tablet up on the table and began viewing videos of humans mating. Some were recordings, while others were artistic renderings of humans put in motion. The human came across one of the artistic videos where bumpy purple vines wrapped around a female's arms and legs before lifting the woman into the air so more of the vines could mate with her. Darci quickly became dissatisfied with the video and switched to an archive of similar scenes that did not move. After a few minutes of scrolling, she pulled another of the chairs over and placed her leg upon it. The woman's face changed color, turning pink as she continued perusing the pictures. Darci leaned back and moaned quietly, allowing Irwin to see one of her hands had dropped below the table's edge.
Breathing heavily, her arm made rhythmic motions that sped up and slowed down as she looked at her tablet and continued flipping through the pictures. She stopped on one and moaned again before tapping the image to make it larger.
The top of the picture started simply with a pink-haired human female watering some plants in a sundress like those Darci often wore. She is interrupted by a vine, similar to his own, wrapping around her. At first, she seems startled, then acts pleased as the vines restrain and partially strip her, exposing the fleshy mounds on the female's chest and removing her undergarments. At the bottom of the image, the vine has inserted itself into the female's mating orifice, and the vine's restraints seem more superficial than restrictive, more like the humans' embrace in greeting or affection. Unlike the woman in the earlier video, the pink-haired female appears greatly pleased by this.
Irwin then realized that in all of the recent pictures, the women were being attended by appendages similar to his vines and appeared happy, excited, or had expressions comparable to when Darci and Mary performed pleasurable acts upon one another.
Darci closed her eyes and moaned again. Her breathing increased in depth and frequency as her arm's movements sped up.
Unable to restrain his curiosity, Irwin stretched a vine out and ran it along the table's edge to keep it hidden. The vine's tip touched Darci's elbow, and Irwin was unprepared for the torrent of pleasure that washed over him. He was doubly unprepared for the image of himself near his fully mature size, holding Darci up like the woman in the purple vine video. In her fantasy, Darci wore a yellow sundress like the pink-haired woman on her tablet, while two of the fantasy Irwin's vines slid in and out of both lower orifices. A few seconds later, his doppelganger carried Mary over, her arms and legs similarly bound. The vine in Darci's top mating orifice retracted as the fantasy-Irwin brought Mary's face into contact.
"Yess, lick my pussy," Darci moaned. As the fantasy-Mary's tongue darted out and began caressing Darci, the vine sliding in and out of her lower orifice sped up, as did the two vines penetrating Mary from behind. Darci's pleasure built and built to a fever pitch. The hand beneath her legs blurred as it vibrated the top of her mating orifice, causing her pleasure far beyond what any of Irwin's ancestors had experienced or could even comprehend. He thought any greater stimulation beyond this must be impossible.
In the human's mind, Irwin's other self thrust into her top mating orifice again as Mary's tongue moved to the little foci of pleasure just above it.
"Yes, fuck my pussy and my ass," Darci panted, her voice a high-pitched whine. "Harder, baby. Give it to me. Fuck me. Yes. Yes. YESSS!" The vines in her fantasy buried themselves in both orifices and erupted milky goo, filling the Darci in the fantasy until her belly grew to make room. A fraction of a moment later, Darci's mind exploded in pure, blinding pleasure so powerful it caused the human's muscles to spasm uncontrollably.
Darci's shrieks echoed around the kitchen, but Irwin couldn't hear them. The assault of pure bliss, a little bit of pain, and exquisite pleasure coursing through Darci's body and mind so overwhelmed him he couldn't form a coherent thought.
Moments later, the world returned, and his thoughts came crashing back to reality. He prepared to pull his vine back lest the human discover him, but Darci was still in her fantasy world. The vines around her arms and legs unwound only to create a mesh beneath the recovering human. His vines brought Mary over and laid her next to Darci on the mesh as he laid the other women n the mesh next to her. The women pressed their mouths together and ran their hands over each other's bodies as fantasy-Irwin continued sliding in and out of their pussy and ass at a slow, languid pace. Mary's hand glided over the small bump on Darci's belly where the other Irwin filled her. A vine brushed a bit of sweat-soaked hair from the woman's forehead and trailed down the side of her face, where she caught it with a hand and held it there affectionately.
Mary moved forward and pressed her mouth against Darci's again when the real Irwin finally broke contact and retracted the vine before Darci opened her eyes.
He needn't have worried since her breathing changed to that of the human's resting state a few seconds later. Irwin had seen her do this a few times on the couch in the living room and knew it could last from a few minutes to several hours. Irwin stretched out a vine again, taking a more direct route to the woman. It only touched her for a moment, sending a strong thought toward her before withdrawing.
Darci awoke with a start after only a few minutes. Groggy, she looked around the kitchen for a moment before leaning forward in her chair. "Damn, what a mess," she grumbled, looking a the puddle on the floor. The human stood and yawned, thrusting her arms upward and spreading her fingers as she tightened all the muscles in her body. "I think it's time for a shower and a nap after that," she said, smiling at Irwin. Glancing at the wet spot where her sex dripped all over the floor, she chuckled and said, "I'll leave the clean-up to you," then grabbed her tablet and saved the picture before walking back to her bedroom. Irwin waited until he heard the sound of the shower before picking up his pot and walking over to the side of the table.
Not long after she brought him home with her, Darci put him in a new pot with fresh soil, but the new pot was a reddish-brown stone much heavier than the plastic cube. He no longer had the option of dropping to the floor safely, even if he could figure out how to get back up. Thankfully, Irwin had grown since the foray to the floor on his first day. One vine reached back and hooked the edge of the table behind him as the other five dropped over the front of the table, growing thinner as they stretched. The vines wiggled forward when they reached the floor, eventually squirming into the clear puddle and laying there as they absorbed the human's fluids.
Once the liquid dried up, he cleaned what he could from the front of the chair and returned to his place on the table. Irwin thought about the human's fantasy and how the feeling of being pumped full of fluid coming from the end of his vines pushed her into a state of frighteningly pure bliss. Raising one of his vines, he focused on it for a moment before a drop of milky fluid appeared on the tip that roughly matched her fantasy.
Irwin arranged his vines roughly how they had been before Darci came into the kitchen and settled into stillness as he went over his contact with the human while she masturbated. Now he had a name for what she was doing and why. He also learned that the two lower orifices were her pussy and ass and that 'pussy' had many other names. Irwin discovered Darci's ass wasn't even meant for mating, or 'fucking,' or 'making love' depending on the situation, but she found pleasure being penetrated there regardless. The tiny nub at the top of her pussy was called a 'clit' and brought extreme pleasure, even crossing over into pain if overstimulated.
But there were other things besides the sexual aspects of her thoughts, like Darci's feelings for Mary, which she assigned the word 'love.' Both women professed the word to one another often. Now, he had an inkling of what it meant but at the same time felt the sentiment ran much deeper than the surface thoughts he gleaned from Darci's fantasy.
The plant had so much to learn from everything that just happened, but it would take time.
As he began replaying this latest interaction with the human, he also decided that Darci had been correct in referring to him as male. Irwin didn't want to watch a larger version of himself fuck, or make love to, Darci.
He wanted to do it himself, and for that, he would need to get a lot bigger.
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"Look at you," said Mary, running a finger along the side of the bulb on Irwin's main stalk. "Graduating to a new pot out here in the living room."
"And already started getting into it with Shadow," Darci chuckled, coming out of the kitchen with a glass of white wine in each hand.
"How so?"
"I'm not sure, actually," she replied, handing one of the glasses to Mary and sitting down on the couch closest to Irwin's container. Setting her glass on the end table in front of the plant, she picked through his vines before holding one up. The tip appeared misshapen. "But after I repotted him and put him out here, it looks like someone tried to gnaw on him. I was in the bedroom when I heard Shadow yowl, then tear through the house and out the cat door. I come out to find this," she held up the vine, "and Beans in the middle of the floor with his tail bottle brushed. Not sure if it's some kind of chemical defense, but whatever it was, Shadow won't go near him. He won't even crawl into my lap if I'm on this side of the couch."
"So did you kiss your boyfriend's boo-boo and make it all better? Maybe get a little tongue action in there?" said Mary, opening her mouth and moving the tip of her tongue in tight circles before giggling.
Darci rolled her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Sweetheart, it's Friday night, I'm at your place, you are in a sundress without a bra and probably without panties, and you don't have to work in the morning. My mind has been in the gutter for hours now, and you just made it worse by giving me alcohol," she replied, swirling her wine.
