barely
feel it slowly slipping up inside her body, guided and pushed by the rubbery leaves at its base, as a tiny, disembodied vibration at the edges of her labia. She shuddered again.
After a few moments, it was done, and Carty simply rocked on her hips, swaying with the breeze. Her eyes had clouded and her arms had dropped to her sides, and she stared blankly ahead, right through the plant's leaves and into the tall grass ahead of her. At her crotch, the sepal leaves slowly unfurled fully, wrapping themselves tightly up against any part of her body they could touch, until, like a stem attaching a ripe fruit to its host, Carty and the plant were one.
There was a sharp jab of pain that died away almost instantly, but Carty barely noticed it. A slight frown creased her face behind her whipping black hair, but it faded back to empty slackness a moment later, leaving Carty empty and entranced in the heady cloud the plant's misty aroma had put her in. She swayed in the breeze, limp as the grass around her, not one muscle inside her even slightly engaged. Deep within her, the pink tube pulsated softly, delivering its sacred payload, only that minute vibration present between her legs.
Sometime between an instant and an eternity later -- Carty didn't have the wherewithal for time at that moment -- Carty collapsed flat onto her back and passed out, a deep sigh of utterly intoxicated pleasure escaping her red lips as she lost herself in the weightlessness of sleep, her pants still about her legs, her bare pussy wrapped up in leaves, the plant's long green frond reaching up to connect to the tube embedded inside her, conjoining the two opposing beings.
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Carty began to come to half way back home. Stumbling along, it took her about five minutes to wake to the point where she could comprehend the reason why she was staggering so much, discovering that she hadn't pulled her pants back up properly. A cold wind slipped through the gap her weak, fumbling fingers had left when they'd dumbly pulled her pants only up to her thighs, and as she pulled them up properly, the contact of her panties on the thick layer of creamy fluid coating everything down there reminded her somewhat of what had happened. Blinking, her vision so blurry she could only really make out the swaying grass around her, she distantly realised she had swung her bag over her shoulder, and, knowing that her personal property was safe, promptly let herself go again.
When she came to next, she was on the bus, slumped forwards, her thighs together, her legs apart beneath the chair, one hand holding onto a post so that her head could loll against it. Blinking awake, she saw unfamiliar faces around her, and drowsily sat in hazy silence until she eventually heard her stop and waddled off.
It took her the trip home before her vision cleared mostly enough, and a long, overly hot shower to clear her mind. Despite her repeated cleaning, she could find nothing but a thin, crusty layer of dampness coating her mound and inner thighs, and could feel nothing inside herself. Unable to resist herself, after digging so deep time and time again, she eventually gave up and rubbed herself into a stupor, the repeated fingering arousing her libido to an irresistible point. She cleaned again, soaked herself in the blistering warmth, and stepped out nearly an hour later, stiff-nippled and totally spent. She turned in early that night, falling into a deep, dreamy sleep full of disconnected visions of arms that reached up into her uterus to plant flowers inside her body where they would sprout into wide, thick forests in which naked girls pranced and strange deer with human vaginas sat themselves on branches of trees that would bury themselves right up to the brain inside them.
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The Piggyback Trapper's fourth segment in the reproductive cycle involves the maturation of the seeds within the host. Often in the uterus of a compatible species' female, and occasionally in the intestines or even in some external pouches, this segment of the cycle uses the host's nutrient-rich diet to feed the seeds, siphoning small amounts off the host's body until the small white sacs are matured to a little larger than a peanut in size. Once grown, they solidify slightly, and begin to produce a clear, gelatinous fluid which most closely resembles water in appearance yet which acts most non-Newtonian in nature -- most alike edible jelly or ultrasound lubricant -- which quickly builds up within the space the seeds occupy. Each seed can produce up to three litres of fluid each, but often only produces around one litre.
As the seeds excrete this gel mass inside the host, it builds up until it fills the space, at which point it begins to harden under the pressure from the host's body until it reaches the thick gel-like viscosity mentioned earlier. During this period, the host often passes large amounts of fluid directly from their body if possible as the seeds fill the womb or tract, generally directing the host to natural areas where such excretions can be released safely. This both prepares the host for passing and ensures the seeds are in an appropriate place to be deposited.
Once the right pressure is reached, the gel hardens and the seeds stop producing more fluid. Each is suspended, thanks to their outward pressure caused by the secretion, in its own gel 'cocoon' ready for safe ejection from the host. Once ready, the host goes into labour, and the seeds slip one by one form the host's body until none remain, protected entirely by the thick cocoon of gel lubricant even from passage through tight or extra-reactive passageways. Any excreted fluid left behind is usually passed with the next natural cycle.
One other note of importance is the effect this secreted gel has on the host. Aside from being a natural lubricant, soft shell and means of adapting the seeds to different hosts, this gel, notably harmless to almost all mammalian species, has been frequently observed causing strong auto-erotic reactions in the host. Some species react favourably, while others collapse or pass out from the sensation overload -- what causes it is unknown, as there has been no research conductible thus far via real-world tests other than observations made from captured hosts after impregnation. The only fact clear is the universally
orgasmic
nature of the otherwise benign fluid. It is thought that this secretion is used to control the subject's state of presence in the moment of passage -- ensuring one stays still, for example, or helping cause them to tense and retract, forcing the seeds out. It may simply be a side-effect of the process and only intended as a reward for the species' successful reproduction, but this, despite being backed up by what little we know of the initial implantation process, is merely speculatory.
Sprinting, Carty only just made it to the toilet in time before the explosive spray came out. She ripped her pants down unceremoniously and threw herself on the seat just in time to hear the fire hose gush that signified her passing. She went for nearly a minute, and when she was done, she looked down to see a clear, slightly filmy substance beneath her.
Cleaning herself up with an abundance of paper towels, Carty left her classes behind and made her way out of the city. She knew what was happening to her body -- after she'd finally come fully to the next morning, she'd read up on anything she'd missed, including online forums and shady anonymous spaces that talked about the plant, correlating everything she could find that matched and didn't match her experience so far -- and everything pointed to this being the moment she passed her first 'cache' of seeds. By the time she was a block away, she was already busting again, and quickly found and went in a public restroom. Luckily for her, public stalls the world over these days had comprehensive self-cleaning mechanisms that would efficiently wash the spray she'd left on the walls and floor away long before the next occupant arrived.
By the time she found the path she'd wanted to use, she was busting again. She hadn't taken a bag today, so all she needed was herself. Setting off at a run, dressed in simple black track pants and a shirt, she tried not to notice how bulging and bloated her body felt. She'd intended to make it to the start of the gardens just outside the city edge, but collapsed about three hundred metres away. She crawled behind a bush, her crotch already damp, and let go.
