Plant Seduction
by Gary LM Martin
Nettie Chestermere loved plants.
But men, not so much.
Nettie Chestermere was asexual. She didn't know it, at first. When she was in high school, she was puzzled by her female classmates' burgeoning interest in men. Who really cared?
Sure, they had those long pointy things, but Nettie Chestermere didn't need that; her own fingertips served her just as well.
When she got to college, Nettie wondered if perhaps she might be a lesbian. She tried it once. But the feeling of another woman's sweaty breasts pressed against her own made her ill. And when the woman implored Nettie to eat her out down there, Nettie kicked her out of her dorm room. After handing her her clothes.
But plants were different.
Nettie loved plants.
She filled her home with them. In her 20's, she worked in a garden center; in her 30's, she owned her own garden center; and now, in her 40's, she was perfectly content living around plants. She tolerated customers in her garden center only because they helped pay the bills.
Nettie had a garden in her large backyard, which was wild and untamed. She lived on the edge of town in Lexfield, Saskatchewan. It was a quiet life; the most exciting thing she had heard were the rumors of a UFO landing in Alberta, a few hundred miles west, a few weeks ago.
The Survey Service had been said to have closed off the crash site and investigated for weeks. Nothing solid ever came from it; it all probably had been just a training drill.
But one day, a few weeks after that incident, Nettie found something unusual growing in her backyard garden. It was no surprise that wildflowers and strange things took root, and she was always curious to see what was developing there.
This new plant was the oddest thing she had ever seen. It was curled up like a vine, but had leaves that were soft and mossy, and it seemed to form a solid, cylindrical shape. It was about four inches tall.
Nettie went through all her plant databases but couldn't identify it. She decided to water it and see what developed.
It grew rapidly, most rapidly in height, but also width. It was curled like a vine, but the sides were mossy. Nettie idly touched the moss one day with a bare hand, and felt a jolt. It felt good.
From them on Nettie touched the plant every day, petting it like a dog. It seemed to grow firmer and faster under her feminine touch. Within two weeks it had grown tall, nearly four feet, and it was wide, more than a foot.
It had little white flowers growing among the moss, as well as seed pods growing on top. When Nettie smelled the scent of the white flowers, she felt intoxicated. And as she touched the plant, she felt more and more... excited. Physically excited. Once it had grown tall, whenever she touched it, she started to feel an ache in her vagina. An ache she had never felt with anyone, anyone else. Outside of the mirror in her bedroom.
Casual touching of the plant became caresses. Nettie started to spend long sessions in her garden petting the plant, touching it as one would the body of a lover. And then one day Nettie looked around and realized she had privacy; living on the very edge of town, her nearest neighbors were a half mile down the road.
And so, for some reason, she took off her clothes. All of them, on a warm morning in May. Nettie looked hesitant, for a moment. And then she pressed her soft breasts against the plant. It felt soft and hard at the same time; the moss was soft and gentle on her skin, but the center of the plant was hard. Suddenly, she felt tremendously sexually aroused.
Nettie rubbed her face against the plant and felt intoxicated. Her sexual excitement only increased further. She hugged the tall, cylindrical plant with both arms, and started to rub her pubic hair experimentally against the moss. It felt so incredibly good!
Nettie rubbed her body up and down, up and down, rubbing her clitoris against the soft, moist moss. It felt so perfect. In moments, she was coming, crying out with her orgasm.
After that, Nettie had sex with the plant several times a day. It grew taller and thicker. And then one day, after she had climaxed with her head pressed against the plant, she heard a voice in her head.
It is time.
Nettie looked around. Where had she heard that? Had someone snuck into her yard while she had been... distracted?
It is time.
Nettie looked at the plant. "Did you say that?"
Yes.
"What is it time for?"
To save your planet.
"What do you mean?"
Your animal life is destroying your planet. You generate huge amount of human waste.
"Yes, we do," said Nettie.
You tear up your environment, AND destroy the resources of your planet.
"Yes, yes, we do all that," said Nettie excitedly.
I offer you a way to save your planet.
"How? How are you going to change mankind's ways?"
By changing mankind. And you will help me.
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"So what's selling well, Nettie?" Joanna Greenberg asked.
"I have just the perfect plant for you," said Nettie, repeating what she had been telling every female customer for the past four weeks. She brought Joanna over to a line of tall, mossy vines that were curled up like a cylinder, nearly five feet high and eighteen inches wide.
"That's big," said Joanna.
"But beautiful," said Nettie. "It's a best seller. I'm having trouble keeping up with the demand."
"Really?" said Joanna doubtfully.
"Yeah. Smell the white flowers."