Species: Plant, Lupine Keywords: Adult, scifi The Pleasure Plant The Pleasure Plant By Wolphin "Why do they called this the pleasure plant?" asked Erwin curiously looking at the photo on the page. "You don't know?" responded Kilsen, looking quite astonished. "Never heard of it," admitted Erwin. "Logically it must have a pretty flower or perhaps a nice scent." "That's not the half of it," murmured Kilsen. "I would show you, but we've only got a single specimen here and it here probably is not the right place. There is a reason its kept in strict isolation. However, we need a new sample. It's only found on one planet. P-46C. You can go and pick it one up for us if you like. Make it a holiday, take two weeks." Erwin nodded. "Errr, ok," he said. It was most unlike his boss to say that. The equine was usually pretty strict, but he had a strange sense of humour, but Erwin was not going to give up the chance of some time off. It was not until he was almost in orbit around the planet that he discovered that his boss's sense of humour was still evident. A scan of the surface showed no technology anywhere. A single organism identified only by the computer as the desired sample covered half the planet, the remainder of the surface seemed to be smaller islands and ocean He was about to go back and yell at Kilsen when the computer beeped at him. His ship had been detected and there was a standard computer response asked about his biological make up. This was standard interplanetary protocol. He pushed the button which sent back details, specifying the disembarking passengers were carbon based, his life support requirements and as a curtesy his species and personal statistics. A moment or two later the computer chimed, informing him landing rights had been granted. Erwin brought up an image of the location on the screen. It definitely did not look like anything special. He had been expecting a docking station of some sort, but this looked like a grassy clearing. The scanners showed nothing as they approached and he blinked in surprise as the landing gear descended automatically, the ship touching down on the surface instead of being cradled in an anti-grav bay. Green lights blinked on the console and he stood up, moving cautiously to the door and look outside. There was no welcoming committee. No signs of maintenance people, only the green foliage what appeared to be jungle. The door opened and he stepped outside slowly. The first thing that hit him was the scent of the air. It was fresh and pure, not recycled, scrubbed and repurified. He took a big breath of it and moved down the gangway, stepping onto the grassy ground. It felt surreal to be stepping off a spaceship into the jungle, but it was the only thing to do. The air was still and hot. It was very humid and he could feel the sweat beginning to form at the back of his neck. He looked around for what way to go. Trees blocked every direction except for one where a small path seemed to disappear into the darkness. Giving a shrug, he stepped into the dimness. It was slightly cooler here, but just as humid. He winced as he felt the first bead of sweat run down his back and thoughts of returning to the ship and dumping himself in the bath started to fill his mind. There were still no signs of anyone or even anything. The path twisting through large green stems of trees and abruptly ending at a small creek, there was water tinkling upstream and he pushed his way through the undergrowth. A large pool unfolded before him, water tumbling over rocks before swirling around a nice size lagoon. He looked around nervously. There was still no one in sight and the water looked so inviting. He hesitated, unsure, but a second trickle of sweat convinced him. A few moments later Erwin stepped free of his clothes and stepped into the water, giving a soothing sigh as the cool liquid soaked into his blue fur. He ducked beneath the surface for a moment, soaking in the water before surfacing again, half closing his eyes and leaning back, staring up at the sky. The sun shone down through a gap in the clouds and he relaxed, feeling his fur slowly dry. It was some time later before he stirred, standing slowly and stretching. He was not sure how long he had been on the surface, perhaps an hour, and he still had not seen a hint of any technology or even another sentient being. He let his hands meander through his fur and looked over his back at his large blue and silver striped tail. He had been told he looked something like a cross between a skunk and a wolf. He had seem them in pictures, maybe his colouring patterns were similar to the skunk and his build shared a few common traits with the wolf, but other than that he was completely different. He worked out a small knot that had made its way into his fur and decided to head back to the ship and go in search of the fabled plant. There did not seem to be anything else to do on this planet. He started walking down the path when his sensitive nose caught a faint hint of something. A strange scent, vaguely familiar, but elusive wafted towards him on the almost still air. Perhaps this was the mysterious pleasure plant he had heard so much about. He turned into the wind, carefully picking his way through the greenery in the direction his nose dictated. The scent was growing stronger. He knew he should know what it was, but he could just not place it. He stumbled out into a clearing, a rounded bush on the other side with large cream coloured flowers seemed to be the source of the scent. He approached it slowly. It did not look like much. The flowers hanging down towards the ground looked like they were almost wilting. He picked one up by the stem and examined the outside of it with a professional eye. It was almost a foot long with a diameter of several inches, connected to a rather thick stork. Turning it towards him he looked inside, blinking in surprise. The inner colouring was a deep red colour, the stamens visible a long way down towards the base. It appeared to be glistening, the fluid the providing the strange scent. Curious, he brought his nose to it, slipping his muzzle a little into the petals. He felt his nostrils brush over the stamens and the flower suddenly contracted around his muzzle, a second or two later something thick and gooey spurting against his nose. He jerked in surprise, the flower quite well attached, but then the scent hit him. It was the smell of a female in heat. Not just any female, his brain was telling him the plant was the Alpha female, the most desirable, and she was not just in heat, she was desperate. His entire body was programmed instinctively to respond. Erwin felt his shaft surge from his sheath and he thrust forward even as part of his brain was trying to convince him it was an illusion. Somehow his shaft brushed up against another flower that seemed close around it and he groan. Closing his eyes he could feel the sex of the female clench about him, his body leaning in, the body of the unseen female somehow hiding in the bushes. His balls churned and he groaned, pushing forward as they lifted, his knot slipping deeper into the strange sex as he climaxed, thick seed spurting deep into the female as he groaned. His mind cleared for a moment, taking in his situation. Somehow his body had worked its way deeper into the bush, his legs and arms splayed out to the sides, another flower fixed to his shaft. He squirmed, trying to free himself before making the mistake of breathing through his nose. The scent of the female once more rushing through his blood even though he could clearly see the inner tendrils of the plant that were starting to wind towards him. He wanted to pull away, to run back to the ship, but he could not. Instead he watched helplessly as the thick green vines seemed to pull him in deeper, trapping him and holding him still. He felt one slip into his muzzle, a strange slick fluid oozing from it, seeming to paralyse his mouth, it pressed down his throat. A similar tendril started to push up under his tail. He fought it for a moment and then shivered as his body gave in, another spurt of some slightly different smelling liquid hitting his nose, the world seemed to fade away. The sensations were strange, his body was filled with lust as the larger flower on its tendril approached. He never even flinched as it suckered onto the back of his neck, microscopic tentacles slipping from it and burrowing into his spinal column and up towards his brain. Wordlessly the plant bonded with his brain, communicating in a way he had never experienced he discovered the plant was the sentient life on the planet, its cells a virtual chemical factory able to produce almost anything, from biological computers to synthasing hormones. Its only shortfall was its grounding to the planet. It meant no harm, but bonded with others to learn their experiences, if Edwin wished to remain it would look after him, but if he wished to go, he would be returned to his ship. Edwin's mind accepted its offer. He was, after all, a biologist and this was a unique opportunity to study a subject that he was able to interact with on a more physical level than he had before. The plant returned Edwin's consciousness to himself, his eyes opening as he looked around. He was being held, spread-eagled by numerous vines that had wrapped around each wrist and ankle. Thicker tendrils circled his waist, holding him up. His muzzle was still covered as was his shaft with a smaller stumpy flower pressed in over his testicles. His mind registered surprise and was informed by the plant one of the few substances it desired were animal fluids. It did enjoy sinking its roots into a decaying carcass, however it also extracted a large amount of nutriments from the various waste produces, in addition, it had discovered reproductive juices were the equilivent of candy and usually eagerly provided. To facilitate the maximum amount his body was being tricked into a larger than normal production via the use of synthetic hormones. Again, he was given the option of withdrawing, but he shook his head. The memory of the fake female still fresh in his mind, the plant acknowledged by rewarding him with a small squirt of liquid onto his nose and he groaned, pushing forward, an orgasm instantly washing over him. He bit down and noticed for the first time, the tendril that was still in his mouth. He was informed it was providing him with the nutriments his body was requiring. A similar tendril was still in place under his tail, removing the waste from his system. The plant carefully lowered him to the ground, his arms, legs and waist freed and he stood for the first time. He reached up, tracing over the flower that covered his muzzle, then down to the two on his groin, both of which undulated a little and causing him to groan. Next he moved his attention to the one under his tail and then to his mouth. Finally he reached around and felt the one buried in the back of his neck, shuddering a little at the thought of it. He took a few steps, the vines trailing behind him, but not hindering his movement. It seemed he was free to roam on his leash, his mind was beginning to wander and he felt the flower around his muzzle twitch, signalling what he now knew to be feeding time. A second later, his body trembled as it reacted instinctively to the chemicals being pumped into it, his hips thrusting forward and he literally fell into the bush, the vines curling around him, holding him protectively. Somewhere, on some level he was aware of days passing, the plant communicating details and answers to unspoken questions in a relationship he could barely begin to understand. It was with some reluctance he found himself standing on the edge of the clearing looking over his ship. He cast his mind back, the past days and nights nothing but a sex filled blur. He looked down at himself, his fur shone and was neatly groomed, and he felt amazing. He took a step and could feel his balls. He knew they were swollen and begging for release, but for the first time in recent memory, it could wait... for now. He turned and looked back at the deep expanse of trees, giving a little bow. "Thank you," he called to the forest. There was no reply except for the leaves rustling in a wind that was not there. He walked up the gangplank and looked into the small cargo hold. There, as promised where two packages. There was one small seedling for the herbarium, the other a small seedling for his personal collection. There were small, but would grow quickly given the right nutriment...
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