Drunk-horny in an instant, she turned, nearly fell through the door and found herself standing in a tiny room with six or so small clay pots arranged around the walls, each full of dirt and sporting a small leafy plant in them. It was cozy, only really enough room to turn on the spot to look at each one on the floor. The pots were low and wide and there was a lot of room around the edges of the plant in which nothing but a few tiny grass shoots grew, and each plant had one or two small white flowers siting unopened atop a long, slender stalk. Fascinated, Salla looked around in drunk awe at the plants, wondering where the increasingly strong aroma was coming from, and when she couldn't find it, she made to check the door and perhaps see if it was actually outside - but then she did a double-take. There, in the very back corner, one single flower had begun to part, it's supple pink petals - which she could now see were actually more like those sepal leaves that contain a flower covering the real flower inside - peeling apart intricately to reveal a slender pink tube-like protrusion made up of interlocked rubbery petals with a hole at the tip. As she drew closer, Salla saw a thick clear jelly-like substance seeping out of the tip in larger and larger quantities, and whenever the gel-like goo emerged, a puff of pink mist would follow behind it, as if there was a buildup of gas underneath each wad of gel.
Salla didn't really know what happened next - perhaps she was too drunk to think straight, or perhaps the smell had gotten to her. All she knew was that one moment she had been leaning closer to look at the plant, and the next, that soft rubbery tube was slipping through her lips, and she was tasting the sweetness of that gel. It was indescribably good - like crisp cool water tinged with a sugary sweetness, refreshing yet intoxicating. She sucked it down and felt it warm her stomach as she drank, the gooey gel clinging to her lips and nose as she licked and sucked. She sighed deeply, inhaling the utterly blissful scent at point-blank range and feeling deep arousal filling her very being. Maybe this was why this person kept these plants? Perhaps they had some nourishing effect in this sap or whatever it was. Then, all of a sudden she felt a great weightlessness wash over her, a little like the instant before going to sleep for surgery - as if her body had been lifted up by a cloud, and she no longer had to use her muscles. She slumped over, wads of gel still clumped all over her face, and didn't even realize that her left hand had slipped to her crotch and was idly twiring hypnotic circles about her clit.
About a minute of blissful nothingness passed Salla by before she felt it. A tiny, tender touch at her panties, already soaked though with soapy wetness from her own body, as if some microscopic being was knocking politely for entry. She didn't think twice - in fact, she didn't think once. The fingers of her touching hand slipped the crotch of her soaked panties aside, and the cool contact of the flower's shaft, now positively erupting with the soft, tingly gel touching her labia sent shivers of erotic pleasure bursting through her whole body. Without consciously knowing it Salla lay there, immobilized completely, head in a trance of bliss while between her legs, excruciatingly slowly, the shaft of the plant pushed with it's sepal leaves gripping the inside of her thighs against her, using it's lubricating gel and her own wet readiness to part her and enter her, squashing and morphing to her shape. It climbed with an agonizing slowness up her vaginal canal as she squeezed and pulsated around it in orgasmic pleasure, teetering on the edge of mindless climax, until it reached her back wall. There, still pumping out great wads of gel that filled her and spilled out of the open corners of her pussy in wet watery lumps as her body warmed it, it wrapped it's sepal leaves up tight all around her now occupied opening until she was attached to the plant as if a ripe fruit ready for picking and -
- Salla came so hard she shot awake, feeling, for a split-instant, her thighs squeezing around the cool rubbery texture of the plant's stem, the sepal leaves gripping her outer labia, navel and ass cheeks, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, before succumbing to the orgasmic explosion as it ripped her consciousness apart. She cried out, tears spilling from her eyes as her explosion drove her pleasure centers beyond human comprehension, tiny liquid rivulets of the delicious lubricant gel spilling from her wide-open mouth as she came. Then, there was nothing. Complete and total nothingness - until the hospital bed.
It had been two months before Salla had been released, and since that time, she had researched that mysterious plant as best she possibly could, although all online resources had been taken down and what few books there were were heavily guarded. One thing she knew above all else was that she had had the best part of the whole ordeal - which by all accounts would be nearly deadly, given that her memory of the plant's initial insemination had been the best she'd ever felt in her entire life, so blissfully pleasured she could have died right there - stolen from her. The seeds, the tiny micro-organic seedlings that required only warmth and safety and distance from their asexual parent while they germinated in their gel sacs, had been surgically removed from her while under heavy sedation, and she had never been able to give birth - if that was even the right term for it - to them. She had felt robbed and hurt ever since and had made it her determined goal to somehow experience that again one day since.
Gabriella, her friend from that night, didn't talk to her as much these days - she had been held for questioning for a whole
month
after the incident, given that she hadn't succumbed to the plant but had been with Salla on the night. She felt hurt by what Salla had done - which she saw as illegal but also an opportunity that she as her best friend should have experienced together with her, like they usually did with things - as well as somewhat sorry for the homeowner, who had herself been trying to grow the plants to feel their pleasure. Granted, she had been growing an illegal substance, but, well - they didn't have to agree on
that
point.
So it was to Salla's utmost amazement when, arriving home cramping and sweaty and frustrated again at the lack of any desire to get off, yet needing some sort of release to un-cramp her fucked up week, she found a tiny box on her doorstep. Taking it inside, she found one printed slice of paper crammed in the top above a black felt bag. It read:
Salla - Enjoy. U owe me back 1 day.
