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Nothing ever went right without problems these days. There was always a hitch. And today seemed like it was going to be a good day too......

Boosting power to the hydraulic systems in the arms of her environment suit, she let her hands grip whatever they found purchase on. There was a jerk as she came to a sudden halt. Gotcha. Sirens flared in her environment suit from the strains being placed on it.

Long green vines gripped the legs of her suit and were now trying to drag her off. And they were strong. Stronger than they looked as her suit's hydraulics struggled to match them. The vines pulling her through the thick jungle over growth belonged to a Native no doubt. A sentient plant based species that called this world home that happened to take so many forms that categorizing them was impossible.

Lucky for her, Natives weren't inherently hostile or violent. They were just curious. That curiosity sadly led to incidents in the past before their natural biology was immunized against off-world viruses and bacteria's. Today however, the Natives were evolving to mimic and match the new visitors to their home world. Scientists and tourists.

Although right now tourism was off limits. And as the vines gripped her suit's legs, coiling tighter and tighter, crushing the hydraulics and breaching the suit, she swore that even researchers shouldn't be allowed here during this season. Pollen season. The plant growth, either normal or sentient, was going through a seasonal cycle of pollination.

The vines at her legs, which had now ripped through the protection of her suit and found her actual legs, were either after one of two things. Curiosity in which case the Native simply wanted to examine her. Or gods help her, pulling her in to it for an exchange of pollen.

More vines came to the aid of those at her legs, gripping the suit and pulling, to which the failing power systems drained and gave out. She was pulled through the soil and plants on her back quickly, sliding along through the brush until she broke into a clearing.

In the center of the clearing sat an enormous blue flower, blue petals spread wide for all to see, as the vines at its base pulled her closer to it, suddenly hurling her up through the air. Her vision spun as she was twisted round and round, suspended over the great blue flower.

Leaves at the base of the flower began to curl upwards towards her, and the blue petals began to shudder as they flattened themselves down. The synchronized actions of the plant changed the flower to that of something like a giant set of jaws, which now parted and opened. As smaller petals pushed themselves down, an opening in the middle of the trap was revealed.

She couldn't help but struggle in the remains of her suit as she spotted the Native in the center of it. It was a hybrid. Natives were beginning to take new forms beyond those that were previously categorized, mimicking Humans and their biology astoundingly accurately in plant form.

The Native down below was using a standard form, a basic Human structure. Head, arms, shoulders, waist and hips. Beady black eye pods, mimicking and replicating the functions of eyes stared up at her through the many leaves that grew on top of the Native's head, flushed bright blue just like the flower trap she was now being dangled over.

She struggled as best she could, but with so many vines suspending her, she was helpless. And she knew this was a bad day. Native Hybrids mimicked Human and other alien biology for one purpose. Interaction. Natives were simplistically, innocently smart. The one fundamental interaction of species that always held the most pleasure was sex.

And whether she wanted to or not, that Native down below her was not simply curious about her. She sighed, closing her eyes in acceptance. She could think of worse things to happen. Natives were friendly by nature and always careful not to harm.

As the vines uncoiled from around her suit and she was dropped into the waiting maw of the great blue flower, she couldn't help but worry about her partner. They had started this whole mess when they found a Native that looked hurt.

Guess they were learning to play tricks now too.

The walls of great petals closed over top of her as she slid down into the tightly cramped center of the flower, leaving her in total darkness as the great plant closed entirely. Her nonfunctioning suit was of no use as the last of its batteries were drained. But the problem of light quickly resolved itself as in the dark confines of the plant, the blue leaves covering the Native's head and decorating its chest and neck lit up in a warm blue light.

She was sitting right across from it, and the alien's leaves shuddered as beady black eyes watched her. The arms of the alien split apart, composed of multiple vines working together in tandem, which quickly began to explore the remnants of her suit. This one was clearly intelligent as the vines snaked over to unsealing emergency latches on her suit and pulled.

Her suit opened entirely and she was ejected from it. In the darkness of the cramped space she was in she heard the pulsing of plant material as the suit was likely ejected behind her. In her normal clothes she was completely exposed now and found to her alarm that the walls surrounding her were sticky.

Her skin stuck to the walls of the petals and she was quickly made immobile. She was left dangling by her arms, pinned to the walls of the plant she was trapped in, until the bright blue Native began to move. Vines coiled around her legs, holding them up in a comfortable position before pushing them to the sticky glue like walls inside this cramped space.

Wherever bare skin touched the sticky glue like sap, it flushed red, growing hot. Spores. She knew what this was. The Native was likely releasing spores that she would come into contact with. Drugs. Aphrodisiacs. And she was right. She felt relaxed now. She felt calm and free, as if there wasn't a problem in the world to be had.

The blue Native pushed itself up from the center of the flower it resided in, attached to a flexible stalk of sorts. And it was there that she became fully aware that she wasn't just being held here by a curious alien. From under the crest of leaves, she could make out orbs, green and full with sap no doubt, but easily imitating Human mammaries.

At the joining of the root like stalk of the Native, hips flared in green plant "skin," and at the center of shapely hips in a simple little depression sat the closed petals of a flower, green on the outside, but revealing the bright, attracting hue of blue petals as they opened. As the blue petals parted, she was greeted with the sight of a perfect replica of human sexual organs.

But....something wasn't right. Most Natives were confused by the concept of one sex. And as such they were hermaphroditic. But this one.....only appeared to have one sex. As her head spun and drooped from being so relaxed, that revelation was quickly pushed away as the Native pressed her body up and against hers.

Vines wrapped themselves around her body, coiling in place or exploring, tugging at the materials of her clothing. As the Native's beady black eyes stared at hers, a vine, thicker than the ones belonging to her own arm vines appeared in the gloom, and pressed itself to her face. She kept her mouth shut. She didn't want where that vine was planning on going.

The Native pressed her form closer up against hers, as her arm vines tugged on clothing, finding buttons or belts and undoing them, sliding her clothes away with ease or ripping through them until all that was left was tattered shreds. The large green orbs of the Native pressed against her own breasts and she watched as green nubs, sensitive to touch opened, revealing blue petals and in the middle of them a softer material.

Blue sap that emanated her own colourful displays leaked from the opened flowers, splashing down across both women's chests as the Native pressed her body close. She felt it, instantly. The sap was affecting her now too. The larger vine that prodded at her mouth traced her lips round and round, but she kept them shut.

The leaves shuddered on the Native as she tilted her head, beady black eyes watching her. The larger vine pulled away, tapping on her cheek gently as the Native made her point. She watched the Native back but shook her head. No. That wasn't going where the Native wanted it to go.

Her legs were spread wide, pinned to the sticky walls she was trapped to, and the Native's hips pressed close now, introducing her reproduction organ. More sap leaked from those petals, no doubt another form of spores and potent aphrodisiacs. And the feeling of those petals, smooth and soft grating against her own hips, spreading warm sap across her skin, caused an easily accomplished moan.

The larger vine made its move but she was fast, closing her teeth shut and keeping the vine out. The blue luminescent leaves shuddered in frustration as the Native tilted her head. Vines reached up and coiled around her breasts, squeezing them just tight enough for a gasp of pain to escape, to which she closed her mouth shut and moaned as the vine tried again.

She watched the eyes of the Native in the blue gloom of the trap she rested in. Beady black eyes watched her back. And then she understood. Natives were so potent because they were often both sexes. But this one was limited to her usage of spores. She needed a direct approach. Which was why the vine was trying so hard to get into her mouth.

The aphrodisiacs coursing through her system and seeping into her skin were enough to relax her. But not potent enough to start what the Native wanted. But the Native was intelligent. And she wouldn't be denied. From out of the darkness two more vines crept up to her face, small and wiry. The vines drifted closer, hovering over her nose.

The Native tilted her head, her blue leaves shuddering. A challenge then. Easy way or the hard way. If her arms weren't pinned to the walls she would have crossed them. Did this alien think she was intimidated? She was a scientist. She'd been on far more hostile worlds before. She huffed and furrowed her brows at the Native.

The small vines moved quick, sliding upwards and igniting the horrible feeling and need to remove what was in her nose, causing her to gag and cough. But rather than relent the vines kept going. And the larger vine now slipped into her mouth with ease, flaring wide so that her teeth couldn't bite down.

Without warning sap exploded into her mouth and quickly filled it, leaving her with no other option but to swallow. The small vines that intruded through her nose flared, sealing all possible exits. Warm sap filled her mouth and flooded down her throat and all he could do was swallow. The sap from the vine poured out too quickly and she started to gag on it, threatening to choke.

But the small vines jammed down her nose and throat started working now as well, pumping air into her lungs. The Native's vines caressed her, tweaking and rubbing, spreading sap from her body across hers in an attempt to make things more pleasant. Wave after wave of sap was pumped down her throat, and she could feel it traveling down, warm and sticky, clinging to her insides and coating them.

Her body began to flush and grow warm, as now the spores began to do their work. As the Native tugged on her breasts and massaged them, or pressed her hips close and slid vines between their thighs to rub and caress, she felt the spores begin to take effect. Pleasure spiked, far more than normal and she was quickly reduced to reveling in the feeling of sap being poured down her throat, warm and hot.

The vine lodged in her mouth seemed to have no end to the sap it secreted, and as her eyes looked down in the gloom, she could see and feel the bulge in her stomach as sap continually poured in. The pulsing of the vine in her mouth stopped, as sap exploding into her mouth came to a slow trickling halt, until the vine removed itself.

She was left gasping for air as sticky beads of sap ran down her lips and the vine retreated into the darkness. Her body was reacting to the spores now, absorbing them, and her mind grew cloudy. She wanted to move. That Native pressed up against her. She wanted to move and pull the Native close, and become entwined in her vines.

As if sensing what she wanted, the Native used her arm vines to pry her limbs away from the sticky walls of the flower, allowing her to move freely now. Fire coursed through her veins as she wanted only one thing now. Sap. More sap. Her hands found the soft orbs of the Native and squeezed, as she watched in delight as blue sap squirted out and sprayed onto her.

She wiped a finger across her own chest and found the blue sap, trailing it over her lips and then finally into her mouth. She let out a long moan as a satisfaction from tasting it greeted her. The vines lodged down her nose and throat retreated, pulling out now. In their wake she found no discomfort. In the back of her mind she knew what it was.

The spores were overriding her body. Pain was absent now. Discomfort was absent. Only good things remained. The Native released her from her vines, and retreated deeper into the center of the flower, swaying her hips and making a point to coil vines around her breasts, using the remainder of the vines to gesture, inviting her closer.

Her eyes were drawn to the bright blue flowers of her organs, and she wanted more. More sap. More pleasure. Rules and regulations be damned. She was going to have a xenobiological encounter and she was going to enjoy it.

The Native's alluring display drew her in deeper towards the center of the flower that consumed her, and soon she found that the sticky walls grew slippery and warm, exciting her skin on contact and coating her body thoroughly. Before she knew it she was now sliding downwards towards the center of the huge plant and towards the Native who had retreated fully to her base.

She slid down on the slick material and came to a gentle rest against the Native perfectly. The flower she resided in sloped like a bowl and the Native resided in the center of it. And now she was in a perfect position. At the angle she rested at on the sloped, wet plant material, her hips actively grated against the Native's.

She spread her legs willingly and wrapped them around the Native, wanting to rub her thighs and grind against the Native. Blue leaves shuddered as the Native leaned over her and sap leaked from her own thighs and gentle, curved orbs, splashing across her skin and exciting her. She reached up and pulled the Native close, instinctively grasping at both of her orbs and squeezing, milking them of their sap. Whether or not she sucked on them or just sprayed blue sap across her skin it didn't matter.

She grew hot and flushed and she wanted more. Her breath grew hot and short as her hips continually rubbed and grated against the petals of the Native's thighs, spreading sap around further. Vines coiled across her body lovingly as they rubbed and caressed, before moving to wrap themselves around her arms and legs.

She no longer cared and continued grating her hips with the Native's, moaning in the heat of the sap and damp warmth of the trap she resided in. Her own fluids mixed with the sap of the Native's and the blue leaved alien watched in excitement. From out of the darkness of the huge leaf walls surrounding her, large vines appeared once more, snaking over to her.

Two rubbed down below in between her thighs, trailing sap across her holes in slow circular motions, and another found itself at her mouth, rubbing her lips affectionately. Two small vines appeared as well, stopping at her nose. She looked up, her breath hot and short, as the Native watched her. Her heart jumped at even the thought of it. The feeling as the vines caressed and prodded, leaking sap but waiting patiently.

She understood. The native was going to give her all the sap she ever wanted. But the beady black eyes watched her, waiting. She moaned in the dampness and heat, nodding her head. And with that, the two small vines forced themselves up her nose once more, down her throat and to her lungs to breath for her.

There was no pain this time. No discomfort or gag reflex. The vines slid in without trouble and her entire body loved it. And then the Native began. The first vine, trailing around her lips pressed past them, sliding into her mouth. But this time the vine thinned itself, contorting and flexing as it made itself smaller, and pushed deeper into her mouth.

She felt it, working its way down, felt it in her throat as it pushed further and further, working its way through her body until it bottomed out to her stomach. She looked up to the Native, her throat completely filled by the soft vine, her lungs being given air by the smaller ones down her throat. She drooled and her tongue struggled with the vine, and her jaw clenched, as her lips pressed tightly.

The vine was lodged deep but nothing was coming. She wanted it. Wanted that warm sap. But that Native.....she was teasing. Payback for earlier. And then finally, another vine moved, squirming at the tighter entrance between her backside, until it forced itself in. Her back arched at the new feeling, as the vine began snaking its way in, pushing further and further and further. The vine flattened and thinned as it pushed deeper, beginning to wind along the path of her insides.

Her altered biology sent ripples of pleasure through her body and she squirmed in the grip of the Native's arm vines, wanting to buck and rub her hips against the Native's. She huffed on the vine embedded down her throat, beads of drool escaping to mix with the blue sap that continually leaked down onto her from the Native's breasts.

And finally, the third vine teasing and rubbing at her thighs finally pressed, slipping past her walls and easing in slowly. She huffed in frustration and rolled her eyes as the Native purposefully delayed her actions, slowly working her vines through. She was held still, left to sit, trapped and slowly being impaled as the vines moved and squirmed through her insides, before finally, agonizingly bottoming out at the end of their destinations as they teased her.

She was trapped now. Completely. Resting comfortably against the smooth hips of the Native and impaled and entwined completely. She felt it, in her insides, as two vines rested deep inside and twirled together, greeting each other playfully before going still, and felt the third press against a barrier, coming to a stop. She moaned and drooled, nodding her head desperately as the Native leered down at her.

The Native tilted her head, beady black eyes watching, asking the simple question in silence.

Are you really sure?

She nodded back hurriedly. The vines filled her completely and squirmed, teasing her. Her entire body was altered by the spores she'd absorbed and pleasure caused a complete overload as she closed her eyes and rested back against the warm plant material, clenching her hands tightly. The Native moved on her stalk and pushed herself downwards, rubbing her body against hers. Her eyes opened and she stared into the beady black eyes of the Native.

The vine in her mouth shifted and expanded, and in the dim blue glow she saw it. The first wave of sap traveling down. The Native's free arm vines coiled across her body affectionately as the blue light of her leaves began to dim and go dark.

She panicked, only briefly as she was left in total dark, before feeling the two vines down below lodged deep inside her squirm and expand. The Native was teasing her. The sap was coming but she wouldn't know when. The wait killed her, made her desperate for it.

And then finally, the first warm bulge of sap pressed against her lips through the vine and she arrived in paradise. She wanted to hold this blue alien close forever.

Somewhere in her foggy pleasure overloaded mind, she remembered that pollen season was a long affair. In the darkness of the flower that wrapped around her, damp, hot, sticky and soft, the Native continually pumped sap into her. Her stomach swelled, distended and full. The soft vines never pulled free, keeping her thoroughly trapped to her own delight.

When her stomach was full and she could hold no more, the vines thinned, squirming and thrusting, bringing her to endless heightened climaxes while the Native pressed close to her, always pleasuring her. The sap that filled her acted as food, water, and more, warm and coating her insides as it soothed, relaxed, and intoxicated her. Her body developed a hyper recovery rate and by a day's end she had completely absorbed the sap.

She was trapped in this dark flower, all needs taken care of. And in cycles the Native continued, all three vines pumping steady streams of sap into her, filling her until no more could be held, and then teasing and toying. Pollen season was a long haul, and over the course of the many days she spent in a pleasure filled haze, being filled over and over, her body responded.

The sap tricked her, tricked her body and her instincts and suddenly she found herself in reproduction overdrive. Her breasts swelled, growing heavier by the day. And it was there that the Native had what she was after. Thorned vines, sharp and pointed pierced her flesh briefly, inciting only pleasure from her as they mixed sap into them, accelerating her body's production.

And in the dark of the flower, or the blue gloom as the Native lit up during night time with bioluminescent leaves, flexible vines clamped themselves around her swollen breasts and sucked. An intoxicating rhythm as the vines clamped tightly on her tender skin, squeezing and sucking, pulling and kneading. The vines never stopped, milking her constantly even in periods of rest, or periods of sap filling her.

Even in the short rest cycles of brief sleep she could feel it, the constant gentle suction and tender motions as she was milked, endlessly. And then the intoxicating waves of hot sap came in bulges, working their way through her body and filling her insides in waves. Pleasure consumed her completely and she achieved what she desired.

The Native held her close, teasing her in the dark, always, grating her luscious hips and grinding them into the sensual blue flower that bloomed and leaked the intoxicating sap she desired so much. The cycles continued as she was milked, filled, teased and fucked by the vines that were so deep inside, and then given rest.

But eventually all good things came to an end, and the sap output of the Native slowed, and her own body began to return to normal functions. She produced less milk, needed more sleep, and her endless crashing waves of orgasms slowed. And then the season was over. The Native slowed, and finally, removed the vines from her insides in one last display of affection.

One by one, as they released and squirmed, giving her those last moments of pleasure as they retreated, sliding free. In the night as she slept the Native opened her flower, after a solid month of pollination, slid her free of its confines, depositing her gently on the ground.

The night jungle was always warm, and she slept soundly on the spot, curled up tightly as the Native's vines placed her back gently, placing her in a comfortable position before she uprooted herself entirely, and moved deeper into the jungle in the night with a fond farewell to this season's partner.

The warm sun would dawn in the clearing, waking her to the warmth of light for the first time in a month, as she woke up with a clear head and a body no longer drugged and milked. As luck would have it, her colleague stumbled from the jungle bushes sometime later to find her.

He too was completely naked.

Then they both must have shared the same month long ordeal then. No words needed to be said or spoken between the two of them. No blush of embarrassment or shame. But instead a grin and a smile.

They were both used and entangled in the throes of Native pollen season. They'd been gone for an entire month, admittedly, a common thing for visitors to this world who were brave enough to venture out during this season.

Their stories might have been different from one another. But the result was always the same.

Like the Natives who shared so intimately with outsiders. The both of them were stark naked, some remnant of aphrodisiacs in their systems and the countless number of seeds absorbed into them were different.

The answer was simple. They had some time to kill before they had to return to base, embarrassed and quiet.

Time to pollinate.