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Maybe I should bundle my ears together for this.” She reached back and pulled forward her long ears. Falling down to her knees, they were nearly as wide as her body. Floofy and white, the two specimens were prime amongst her family. She often tied them together like a braid when they were getting in the way, and wondered why she didn’t this time. Perhaps because it muffled her hearing, which she wanted to have at the ready for this mission.\n\nHer eyebrows furrowed, making her amber eyes grimace with frustration. “Maybe I should have stayed on the ship.” Terra checked her watch, concluding that she was in too deep just to turn tail and run. She sighed.\n\nThat’s when she caught a whiff of something. Something sweet. A smell so… enticing. Terra held her nose to the air. If it were a cartoon wisp of a freshly baked pie, it would have hooked her by the nose and pulled her toward it. She slashed through the vines and branches, following that wonderful aroma. Was this some kind of flower? 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Bombarded by the stuff, it was doing no good for her brain. \n\n“Hey,” Terra wriggled, attempting to pry her limbs free, but weakly, thanks to the exposure to its spray. “You handsy honeysuckle. Hehehehe.” Her senses were nullified by the spray, causing even her brain to go numb. ”Release me!” There wasn’t time for her to relish in her clever insult, despite it clearly trying to capture her. The bud ceased its spray of sweetness. Instead, a vine, laced with short spikes, sprouted from the opening. It seemed to be twirling and extending toward her. Terra saw it, but had no words aside from a silly, drunken chuckle.\n\nShe expected to feel a sharp pierce from the vine against her body. Then remembered her Aetherweave suit was resistant to such things. It poked at her groin, seeming to know exactly where to go. Her suit sent blue waves of color across her body as the vine continued to attempt penetration. But this wasn’t working. It had to change tactics. \n\nMore vines. Countless numbers. They spewed from the bud like a hydra. Short needles sat on the end of each of them like quills. Each of them taking aim, they thrust toward the squirming and giggling Terra. As technologically advanced as the Aetherweave suits were, they couldn’t fight against such small attacks like this. Each one rammed past the chrono-silk-made suit and pierced Terra’s body. Into her breasts, her thighs, her rear, and the one place that burned the most, a needle into her clitoris.\n\nA blazing inferno swept her body.\n\nShe started panting wildly.\n\nWas she going into heat? Her brain went numb. She giggled.\n\nThe combination of the rising temperature and nauseatingly intoxicating fumes sent her brain into a deep, cavernous abyss of euphoria. \n\nTerra began to sweat, her fur glistening beneath her suit. She brought her thighs together. Her pussy was dripping with lust. If only she could at least rub her clit through her suit! Whatever the needles had done, it drove her madly horny! \n\nThe tentacles brought her closer to the bud. The leaves spread open, stretching out. “Her amber eyes widened with surprise. Pink fumes spilled from the gaping hole. More? Was she about to huff more of the fumes? If only she had brought a holo recorder or… at least an audio device! This would be prime information for their study! But… it was only a passing thought, amidst the desire to feel more of this pleasurable feeling, and to satiate this burning need that those needles injected into her!\n\nAs the leaves clamped around her body, fitting her like her suit had, the tentacles released their hold on her limbs. Terra was trapped like a mummy within a sarcophagus of organic material. Her dopey face was free to look out upon the forest as the plant began to wriggle around her, beginning the process.\n\n____________________\n\n\nLaserfire flew past, the lizard’s aim being god-awful as it was. Then again, no one could shoot behind them accurately while running; that was a fact. Smoke from the clay buildings around both him and the snow white rabbit in pursuit of him filled the air, polluting the moisture collectors surrounding them. \n\n“You fool,” Cyra mumbled to herself. “A laz gun? IN TOWN?!” The beams of energy flew past her as she dove, hitting the supports of a merchant’s stall. It burst into pieces. “If one of us has a shield, we’re all done for!”\n\nThrough the hot, sandy streets of Erequis. Merchants were staring as the outworlder struggled to keep her footing in the loose sands. They knew well enough to keep out of harm's way, though, as those who dared to get in the way of the mercenaries often found themselves with a hole in their head, and that was a waste of the body’s water. \n\nCyra’s sweat gathered beneath her Aetherweave suit, naturally absorbing into the material, as was required in a climate like this. Without proper protections, one would not last long on Erequis. Even with her advanced technology, which the people of this backwater planet only wished to achieve, it was not enough. A proper suit would make running near impossible. She took this into account when going after her target. It could go one of two ways:\n\nTake his Filtration Suit and leave him stranded in the southern regions, then come for him within a few hours, or perhaps one of the Worms would have gotten him. The other was chasing him while he was wearing the suit, and catch him more easily. As kind as Cyra could be, she was very talented at her job. \n\nDeadly, even.\n\nHowever, he had woken up from his tent as she was compressing his suit into one of her containment capsules. Knowing he was caught, he grabbed the nearest laz gun and bolted. \n\nSo there they were. Outside of town, wide open, past the main shield which kept the town a slight three degrees cooler than the surrounding atmosphere. The brown, sand-crusted lizard turned. He knew there was no escape. Despite the whole desert before him, he would only last a few hours. What were the odds of someone finding him first? Maybe hitching a lift on a Spice Harvester? No. Everyone knew Worms were ever-present around them. Wherever there was spice, there was a Worm, at least one. And if he hit drum sand? \n\nHe may as well take his chances.\n\n“Mercenary!” He turned and shouted to Cyra. His eyes held that blue within blue of those of this planet. Those with a spice-rich diet, unavoidable on Erequis. “What say you and I bargain?” He held his laz gun as if to say, ‘This? Oh, I’m holding it for a friend. I don’t even know what it is.’\n\nCyra stood there, her blaster at the ready. She never trusted her targets. Her short ears blew in the wind, green eyes squinted to focus in the blowing sands. The itchy trigger finger she always kept in check wanted so badly to end it now. But she knew better, she was patient. Her light brown cloak struggled to cling to her body, barely maintaining its position around her neck. Her green glowing suit beneath seemed to radiate her frustrations. “I can bring you in warm,” she took in a deep, sandy, spice-scented breath, “or I can bring you in cold.”\n\n“Aren’t I already warm?” He chuckled and took a step forward, then another. The heat from the sun was practically baking him. Inching ever closer, his attitude shifted to one of a close friend. Cyra didn’t like it. “What would happen? You get your money. I escape whatever petty confinement I end up in, and we do this all over again.” \n\nCyra lowered her gun. She knew this was true. Scum like him always found a way out. Places like Erequis were hives of scum and villainy, no matter who the duke happened to be. “I believe everyone gets a second chance.” The lizard grinned slyly. “You’ll get yours in Calusa Cacundus.” She quickly drew her gun again and blasted his knees. \n\n“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” He fell to the sand, face down with a thud. Quickly, Cyra pounced on him and bound him in cuffs. Through gritted teeth and pained howls, he spat insults and foul language. “That was dirty, you-” Cyra quickly muzzled him before he could finish that sentence. \n\n“I hope Sis is ok.” She shook her watch, seeing that it was caked with sand. “Darn stuff destroys tech so fast.” She dragged her target back to town, warm as always. \n\n____________________\n\n\nSunlight beamed into the clearing. The flora had shed its multi-colored hues and donned a more familiar, drab olive-green color. Various insects buzzed around, no longer frightened by that glowing intruder that had been storming through the forest the previous night. \n\nThe said intruder was held within the bright green plant in the center of the clearing. Terra’s snow white head stood out against her covered body. A four-winged insect landed on her pink-stained forehead, inspecting what the plant had finally captured. The ticklish movements slowly woke her up, her eyes fluttering open, little moans of weariness floating through the trees. “Sunlight?” she asked weakly. Her eyes had shifted in color. Where her eyes were once a deep, amber color, they had become a dark, natural shade of green, and her sclera were dark black. Her vision reflected this change equally. The colors were wavering, constantly shifting to dark hues, with reds, oranges, and yellows flying past her. “What?” She blinked. It was like flipping a switch. Since when did she have heat-vision? \n\nThen she remembered. Terra looked down as she saw her body encased in the plant. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but didn’t get the chance. A vine that was lingering behind her shot into her mouth, muffling her cries. “MMMMM! HMMMM!” She wriggled, finding that she wasn’t entirely held to a standstill. She was able to lean left and right, but there was no sign of this creature, plant… whatever-it-was letting her go. The vine slid deeper into her maw, preventing her from biting down, and started spewing some sort of fluid down her throat. It was thick like slime, but had little to no flavor. To say it was ‘grassy’ would be a little on the nose, but ultimately correct. The flow of liquid didn’t seem to stop. Terra could feel her stomach filling, inflating, reaching critical mass. It was visible through the enormous leaves that held her. \n\nThe assault didn’t stop there. From within her planty prison, something was poking at her lower entrance like before. No, please! She tried to press her thighs together, but her form was locked in one position. Terra felt the thing push past her untouched lips and slither through her cavern. If she didn’t know any better, based on the little, ever so slightly sharp pricks, she was feeling as it traveled up and into her body, it was that first vine from the night before. “Ish hy shoot hone?” (Is my suit gone?) What had happened? Was it dissolved overnight, or maybe this vile flora had squirmed underneath it and ripped it apart? Either way, she was likely naked within this plant, and that left her at its mercy.\n\nWherever the vine touched, she felt the heat return. It was near unbearable. She gasped, the sound muffled by the vine in her maw. Sharp breaths spilled past her stretched lips as it pierced her womb. It ran around and around, poking the sensitive insides like a housewife running a sponge around a stained coffee mug. Her squirming doubled. No, tripled! Tears fell from her eyes. Tears of pleasure. The euphoria this plant was giving her was unlike anything she could have dreamed. Never having been with another, she didn’t know what it was like to share in intimate touch, but she was sure this was an outlier. Even as the vine was yanked out of her womb and out of her pussy with a SHCLORP, she still felt it! \n\nThe vine came back for round two, entering her ass with no resistance. It pushed deeper and deeper, farther than Terra thought possible. Her stomach began to twitch and wriggle as she felt it push up and into it, squirming and flailing around. Her body began to sweat; she could feel herself able to shift a bit more as her skin got warmer and warmer. Whatever the vine was doing to her, it may be her ticket out. She pushed and rocked her head around, managing to pry the liquid-spewing vine out of her maw. “BUH!” She gasped as her stomach twinged and squirmed. “What is it doing?” Terra tried to pull her arms free, but they were trapped behind her. “What are you- goh…” The vine found its way out of her stomach and continued to wriggle through her insides. Her breathing became strained as her throat started to bulge, her esophagus clogging up with the object! \n\nAt last, it shot from her mouth like a chest burster, flailing like a fish out of water. The short spines along the body of the vine didn’t look intimidating, nothing like thorns from a rose, thank goodness. But they seemed to radiate a glowing, yellow mucus. A drop flew from the thing and splatted against her face. The minuscule area where the liquid landed on her cheek made her so burning hot, she felt like someone had dropped acid on her. Terra’s strained breaths sounded around the clearing as the wet plant turned to wrap itself around her face and into her ear! Terra’s instincts were telling her it was too late now. Even if she were able to slide out like a melting icepop, the vine was holding her in place! And now that it was literally IN HER HEAD, she had better not resist. If she were able to remember any of this afterward, she could document this for the lab. \n\nShe had no chance. Terra cowered, her voice making small, whimpering noises. Despite the fantastic euphoria in her body, this gave her a feeling of insecurity. She had done several felonious and borderline unethical experiments in the past and had used many methods to document research that no one had ever dared to do, risking life and limb. But this time, and only now, she felt like she had bitten off more than she could chew. Her body jolted as the vine touched her brain, coiling around it and smearing the golden mucus. \n\nHer brain was shutting down now. Resistance faded. Her eyes fogged over, savoring the extra blast of bliss that the vine was giving her. “Hehehehe,” she mumbled through the vine sticking out of her mouth. “Theelsh tho ghood.” (Feels so good.) Terra’s vision went completely infrared. \n\nFrom the ground, more vines erupted. These had clear bulbs on the end of them, with long, thin, needle-like points. Within the clear bulbs held a purple liquid, sloshing around, clinging to the sides as the various arms of Terra’s captor leaned left and right, as if waiting for a signal. So many of them lingered around. She was in no position to count them all, as if she could even focus on such a task. The spiked vine slowly uncoiled around her brain and pulled out of her ear, leaving a yellow residue behind. As soon as it slithered backward into her throat, the others lunged for her at once.\n\nHer neck, breasts, nipples, thighs, ass, clit, and anything else you could think of on her body was stabbed. She gasped, her voice going an octave higher, as the purple liquid was injected into her body. It was like the fire within her was being doused by a cool rain, but it wasn’t enough to calm it. In fact, it was only enough to prevent her from losing her mind to the drug-induced euphoria completely. The needles pulled themselves out once they emptied their payload and retreated back into the ground, leaving a clear mark of their presence. The veins surrounding their impact point were dyed purple, like a symbolic tattoo; several of them covering her body. Surely they would show on the rest of her body as well. \n\n“Why is this happening?” Not once did she reckon that this was all her fault. The tightening grip around her chest was suddenly looser. The leaves that wrapped around her front were peeling open, but only enough to expose them to the elements. Her body steamed in the fresh air, the humid environment inside the plant being far more moist and warm than the forest of Xylos-9. This confirmed her suspicions: her suit had been somehow disposed of. Her areolas were three times the size they once were and as green as her irises. The veins where the needles had penetrated her nipples and breasts were present as well. She was marked.\n\nUsually, she would be in an analytical phase, uttering such phrases as, “Was this due to the injections or my prolonged exposure to this sentient plant?” Perhaps something like, “Fascinating. This naturally occurring Flora is able to alter my body. Or is it naturally occurring? I can’t rule that possibility out yet.” Or if she was getting into the research to such a degree, her excitement was taking over; it would be, “AMAZING! It altered my body! Where’s my camera?! I need to document this!” and strip completely naked if possible, taking nudes of herself in the name of science.\n\nHowever, her brain was in the drink, too. Any thoughts that remained were watered down to the simplest elements. “Titties?” She muttered. Unable to see that they were green, thanks to her new infrared vision. However, the heat radiating from her body made them look dark red, her nipples an even darker crimson. \n\nHer discovery, albeit hindered by injections, was interrupted once again by MORE vines. These were tapered and looked undoubtedly phallic. The ribs along the first few inches of the insertable length sat menacing, promising added pleasure. But this didn’t register, only seeing dark blue outlines ominously standing in her vision. More vines… \n\nThey dove toward her breasts, pressing into her nipples. Prodding at the narrow entrance, the slick vines toyed with her mammaric protrusions, circling them, teasing them, coaxing them into a false sense of security. Terra giggled. Her fur was getting sticky with whatever it was leaking from the narrow tips. They pressed into her supple flesh, the B-cups not providing much room for error. This strategy worked. They popped into her nipples, stretching them beyond what Terra thought possible. Her head shot back in bliss, a spasm coursing through her body like lightning. The ribs slid deeper inside with a wet SCHLICK. \n\nTwo more vines came up from inside the plant, slipping inside her now-dripping pussy and stretched-wide asshole. Entrances that didn’t – nor couldn’t – put up a fuss. All at once, they started thrusting in and out, slowly. Meanwhile… a need ran through Terra’s mind.\n\nShe was empty.\n\nBut why? Anyone would argue that she looked pretty full!\n\nA heat from her clit went unnoticed as she savored the feeling of her holes being used, even if she wasn’t being treated as roughly as with the spiked vine from before.\n\nHer organic confines grew tighter around her thighs. Was something worming its way up? Past her penetrated breasts and inflated belly, a bulge was growing. It looked very much like hardware she shouldn’t have. Growing rapidly, the plant’s walls wrapped around it like a tight spandex suit, and it began to look more and more like a horse cock. The medial ring, thick shaft, and flared tip got longer by the second. Even a dangling set of balls made themselves known beneath them, even if they weren’t tough enough to stretch their prison as far as her cock.\n\nTwo vines shot from the ground. The needlepoint vine returned and gingerly poked a hole in the natural walls of the plant. Then the other, just like the ones before, used it to pierce through and stretch a body part open – this time Terra’s cock – slowly thrusting deeper into the shaft.\n\nWith nearly all of her sexual orifices violated, the pleasure became overwhelming. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, practically begging for something to enter. Eyes rolled in the back of her head, secretly hoping this would escalate. The heat that swarmed her body made her sweat, the smell seeping into her nose. She was getting high off her own supply. It was sweet, like the pink fumes before, but more concentrated! Terra huffed. Terra panted. Terra whined.\n\nMore. \n\nShe wanted MORE!\n\n…\n\nFrom the ground, more came. Bulging the various vines that violated her body, something was rising. Like an ant colony climbing a stalk, these bulges pushed their way through the inside of the vines and worked their way toward Terra, until…\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nOne by one, the round things entered her body.\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer breasts felt heavier.\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer womb was being filled by whatever these objects were.\n\nSCHLOOP\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer stomach, already overflowing with whatever substance it was, these things were now floating in it, like buoys on the water. And the one that shocked her the most. The one thing that made her want to scream. These objects, same size as the rest…\n\nSCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLOOP\nSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOP-\n\n… were being shoved into her new cock. They were lodged in her shaft, making large goose eggs along her new manhood. But as more and more were pumped in, they slid down, resembling a very daring size of sounding beads.\n\nTerra couldn’t restrain herself. She screamed. She moaned. She made all the little noises that were reserved for two lovers deep within the throes of passionate sex. Her body was getting heavier with each load, bulging to massive sizes. Surely, her plant prison would burst from these breasts, now as large as her head! But no, they kept coming. Even for her balls, which must have been nearly a quarter of her overall body weight by now.\n\nAnd then, just as she thought this plant had revealed all its tricks, she found out she was wrong. A final pair of vines sprouted up and penetrated her skull, injecting their purple fluid directly into her head. There was no pain.\n\nOnly an instant understanding.\n\n“Eggs.”\n\nThe haziness went away, but it was too late for her to escape now. There was no reason for the plant to keep her under its spell. What sprouted from those two points on her head were green antennae, no longer than her forearm, striped in green and black, just like the colors of her eyes. “Yes,” Terra smirked. “I must share this with her.” She continued to savor the feeling of HER young filling her body. \n\n____________________\n\n\nCyra’s ship landed next to Terra’s. The same model, only far more advanced for her missions. She insisted that her sister have all the same equipment as she did for the sake of safety, even if she had to bend a few rules or pull a few strings. \n\n“Terra!” She ran off the landing platform and up into the other, which was mysteriously left open. “Terra, how many times have I told you not to- HEY!” Birds had roosted within Terra’s ship. They built their nests above the block heater, underneath the dissection table, and in the upper supports. Not to mention the mess. “Get outta here!” Terra pulled her gun, firing a warning shot at the floor, knowing it wouldn’t rupture. The birds flew away, screeching and cawing their disapproval. “Terra!” The green-eyed sister searched the sizable, two-room ship. The lab/living quarters were uninhabited, and the flight deck showed no signs of activity since they had arrived. Even the logs were unadjusted. “No logs… She hasn’t been documenting anything. Not a single iota of data.” She grimaced. “Something is wrong.” She ran out of the ship.\n\n“TERRA!” Armed with only her blaster and Aetherweave suit, Cyra entered work mode. She never had to hunt down her own sister. If she wasn’t careful, she’d blast a hole right through her skull out of fury. “I told her not to leave,” she panicked. “I told her to stay on the ship. And what did she do? SHE LEAVES!” Cyra panicked as she ran at full sprint through the greenery. “I knew I should have put a chip in her…” She likely would have discovered it at some point, though. “Wait!”\n\nShe checked her watch, hoping to get a signal from Terra’s Aetherweave suit. If it were anywhere within a mile radius, she could reach her in no time. There was a faint signal, though not an ordinary one. “Oh, that’s not good.” She turned east and bolted. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Cyra panicked, her thoughts racing. What could have happened? Some animal had her in its den and was eating her alive! No, she was hanging upside down in a spider’s web, waiting to be made into its dinner. Her eyes watered slightly. She was emotionally compromised. What if she were only detecting a fragment of her suit and Terra was already gone? “No, she’s tougher than that.” \n\nTime seemed to slow down to a snail’s pace. She ran at breakneck speeds, but every step was like an inch. “Terra!” She shouted as she ran. Wildlife bolted out of her way. Another one of those obnoxious creatures was here. \n\nFinally, she reached the signal. It was an empty clearing. That is, aside from a tall bulb of some kind. There were vines all around, and it had a pink head sticking out of it? “What is?” Cyra looked at her watch again. She was right on top of the signal. Whatever it was inside the bulb looked vaguely familiar, especially those ears, but it was turned the other way! “Hey, you!” She switched the safety off on her blaster. “I’m looking for a rabbit.” She felt stupid, talking to this thing like it understood Galactic Standard.\n\n“White fur, looks kinda like me, long ears. Have you seen…”\n\nThe bulb opened before her, revealing the contents inside. An anthropomorphic figure. Its massive cock had a swinging sack, nearly reaching the ground. Its breasts were dangling from its chest like someone had overstuffed a rucksack, far too big for its body, almost comedically so. The inflated belly was jiggly and wiggled with each slight movement. Bizarre purple markings littered its body, almost like someone had a stroke at the tattoo bench. The lumpy sacks looked like there was something inside them, and liquid oozed from them at a constant rate. Most importantly, its head. Completely pink, it had two long ears down to its knees, also pink. Two green antennae stuck out from its head, a bonus pair of head adornments.\n\nIt was a grand unveiling.\n\nThe creature opened its eyes, green and black, staring directly at her.\n\n“Cyra.” A sultry voice left its mouth. \n\n“Wait, how do you know my name?” She raised her blaster in response. It was then that she saw the remains of the Aetherweave suit at the creature’s feet. Small shreds of black and blue. “Oh no…” She dropped her blaster. Her voice hesitant and shaky, she dared to ask. “Terra?”\n\nShe didn’t respond. Instead, Terra, or what she had become, smirked. “Join us.” Vines erupted from the ground and immediately rushed the bunny. \n\nIt was no use. Cyra was beyond emotionally compromised. She was lost. The rabbit fell to her knees in shock. The vines quickly grabbed her by the thighs and underarms, while others tended to rip her gloves, boots, and vest off. Her green eyes fell in horror. “TERRA! WHAT HAPPENED!” She was lifted into the air and brought before the creature. \n\n“You will join us. A fine specimen indeed. More flesh sacks for the young.” ‘Terra’ raised her hand, revealing sharp, thick thorns for claws, and ripped through the Aetherweave suit. She had adapted. “Yes,” her hands caressed Cyra’s chin, bringing her closer. “Strong.” She then looked to Cyra’s lower body, now exposed. Wide hips, strong calves. The only features that needed adjustment were her breasts, which were practically non-existent. \n\n“I don’t know what happened, Terra,” Cyra pleaded through ugly sob, “but this isn’t you!”\n\n“I,” the creature placed a hand on her opulent chest, “Am the Queen of Xylos, the living Jugglus Oviparus.” Vines with the purple venom appeared from the ground and thrust themselves into Cyra’s body. Her breasts got a double dose. “And we shall spread our children throughout the galaxy.” \n\nCyra let out a pained cry, the needles not being kind. She knew she never should have left Terra alone. Her hubris was often her undoing, but never to this degree! “You’re not my sister anymore…” Her tears fell in heavy wads from her eyes, the combination of the needles and the emotional damage from the situation. The queen watched in delight as Cyra’s nipples began to widen and turn green.\n\n“We will be again.” Her stomach grumbled. “A gift.” She yanked Cyra toward her, her lips pressing against hers. Cyra was helpless to escape. If she could have seen it coming, she might have tried more desperately to escape. Something was crawling up from the queen’s stomach. Their tongues intertwined and twirled, sharing an unholy passion that they had time and time again. But… this felt different. It wasn’t the same. Her breath, usually tasting of coffee and other caffeine supplements, was vile and putrid. She wanted to break away, but couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything when she suddenly felt something entering her mouth. Something slimy, wriggling, and… alive! Cyra screamed, but was held in place by the vines and the queen’s unusual strength. More and more of these unknown things were forced down her throat as this new, corrupted entity brought her closer to the brink of destruction. \n\nIt didn’t help that vines penetrated her body as Cyra was being played with. Stretching her nipples, ass, and even her pussy open. Eggs filled her body instantly. She did not receive the same treatment as Terra did. There could only be one queen. However, the Jugglus Oviparus would ensure that her first corrupted soul would be the most productive, aside from herself. \n\nQueen Terra pried her tongue out of Cyra’s mouth. “You must carry the young, Cyra.” Cyra hung there with an empty expression. Terra had missed a fair portion of her filling, but she was already looking beautiful. Even her green horse cock had developed, but had not yet been penetrated. She held out a hand, and the vine to do so lay in it. Terra wished to do this personally. She aligned the vine with the new, untouched hole and pushed. “This won’t hurt a bit, sister.” It slid inside without any effort. A slight gasp from Cyra as she accepted her fate. “Lay her down. I wish to fill her with my cock.” \n\nIt was done as she was bidden. Terra stroked her erect cock and mounted Cyra’s body, aiming her hole at her sister’s mouth, open and ready to accept her seed. Terra did not waste any time. She thrust her shaft into Cyra’s throat, going balls-deep immediately, savoring the tightness of her sister. The many times they had indulged in their sexual play hadn’t compared to this. Each deep thrust was like a brain cell being forcefully washed away. To enforce this, vines entered her skull and flooded her brain with the same mucusy substance that was forced into Terra’s stomach previously.\n\n“Soon, we will be one, sister. You will serve your Queen. We will spread the young across the galaxy united.” She spooged her unbirthed eggs into Cyra’s stomach, inflating her to the edge of bursting and not an ounce more.\n\n\n__________\n\n“Have you set the ship to autopilot, Cyra?”\n\n“Yes, Terra.”\n\n“Very good. All preparations are in order.” \n\nThe two sat in the cockpit of Cyra’s ship. After months of preparation, they had turned Terra’s old vessel into a near botanical replica for the Mother Plant and fused the two ships together. Safely uprooting it and planting it in the new section of their vessel, they could bring the mother plant with them wherever they went. All they had to work on was creating new mother plants to leave on other planets. They’d even harvested tons of eggs to plant within others they met on their travels. “Now, our colony shall grow.”\n\n“Yes, sister.” Cyra leaned in and planted a loving kiss on her Queen’s lips. They fell to the floor and started fucking on the spot. Their bulging bellies could always use more eggs. Cyra looked so beautiful with her new body. Her life as a mercenary was absolutely over. They served the Mother Plant now. That was more rewarding than anything they could’ve done before.\n"
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"description": "Sisters Terra and Cyra couldn't be more different. One is interested in leading the progress of science by any means necessary, and the other is a bounty hunter known across the galaxy for her ruthless yet motherly demeanor. One mission on Xylos-9 separates the two when Cyra is called to catch a high-priced catch. Not one to wait, Terra goes out on her own and explores the planet. She quickly bites off more than she can chew when she is lured in by this tantalizingly beautiful plant, only to be captured and used as a seedbed! What will come of Terra? Will Cyra make it back in time to save her sister?\n\nInspired by the *amazing* works from xorza, here's a story about vicious, living plants, eggs, and becoming one with nature. bobbyjar2 and I are HUGE fans of their work, so it only seemed fitting that we take a spin on Xorza's ABSOLUTELY SEXY work. Go give them a look.\n\nAs always, share with your friends, drop a fav, leave a comment. \n\nPDF is best as always: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62467489/"
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"writing": "The Mother Plant\n\nNot a soul was present on Xylos-9. The fauna and flora were so dense that Terra had to break out her ancient cyberblade to make any headway. The pure-white rabbit trudged through the forest of the alien planet, not giving a damn about what she was told previously. “Stay in the ship, Terra,” she mocked. As if anyone would hear her. “I’ll know if you leave. I want you to be safe while I’m away.” She scoffed, then chuckled. “Then don’t leave, sis.” \n\nThe thick vines and shrubs, multi-colored and vibrant – as if someone had slipped her a dose of concentrated spice, warping her vision – made up the forests of Xylos-9. The entire planet at that. Previously unexplored, Terra was called by her lab to capture and return some samples. All in the name of research, of course. Cyra would not let her go alone, despite her busy schedule. And yet, as she was called away for a hit, ever the busy mercenary, Terra promised, falsely, that she would stay on the ship until she returned. Knowing how Cyra’s escapades across the galaxy went, that could have taken ages. Even if it was only across this side of the forehead nebula, one could not predict the behaviors of those she was hired to ‘take out.’\n\nAnd Terra hardly obeyed the rules, lest they have good reasoning to be in place. So, there she was, venturing through the woodlands of the planet by herself. The light of the planets’ twin moons filled the sky, eliminating the need for her flashlight. Didn’t hurt that the fluorescent strips woven into her Aetherweave, across the outer thigh, hips, up her breasts, and elaborately across her back omitted a blue glow, even if it had the unfortunate effect of scaring away wildlife.\n\n“Damn it,” Terra cursed under her breath as she slashed. “I’m not nearly as sneaky as Cyra. Maybe I should bundle my ears together for this.” She reached back and pulled forward her long ears. Falling down to her knees, they were nearly as wide as her body. Floofy and white, the two specimens were prime amongst her family. She often tied them together like a braid when they were getting in the way, and wondered why she didn’t this time. Perhaps because it muffled her hearing, which she wanted to have at the ready for this mission.\n\nHer eyebrows furrowed, making her amber eyes grimace with frustration. “Maybe I should have stayed on the ship.” Terra checked her watch, concluding that she was in too deep just to turn tail and run. She sighed.\n\nThat’s when she caught a whiff of something. Something sweet. A smell so… enticing. Terra held her nose to the air. If it were a cartoon wisp of a freshly baked pie, it would have hooked her by the nose and pulled her toward it. She slashed through the vines and branches, following that wonderful aroma. Was this some kind of flower? A fruit? Whatever it was, it had Terra’s attention, and she had to know! Whatever was in her way was quickly cut down as she leaped over any object she deemed unworthy of her blade. \n\nUntil she reached a small clearing, nearly ten feet of vegetation had already been cleared from the center in all directions. In the middle was a small, green bud. There wasn’t anything significant about it at first glance, but the pink smoke that constantly spewed from it filled the area with its divine influence. A ray of moonlight shone down onto the bud, implying a symbolic significance. Terra certainly felt it. “My first specimen!” She ran toward it recklessly, the sweet odor clouding her judgment. The leaves around the clearing seemed to quiver on their branches, their purple and blue bodies warning her. “I must capture this specimen for further analysis.”\n\nBut their warnings went unheeded. Terra stood before the green bud, taking in the spewing fog like a foodie absorbing the smell of something cooking on the stove, with vigor and abandon. It blasted her in the face, staining her snow-white fur pink. She reached for a small pocket containing a compressed containment capsule, but…\n\nIt was too late.\n\nVines shot from the ground, making the Xylos around them rumble. They wrapped around her wrists and ankles, restraining her, but that didn’t matter to her now. It lifted her nearly thirty feet into the air, delivering a direct spray of the pink stuff that it seemed to be insistent on shooting from its only opening. Although her suit fizzled and resisted the effects, her face had no resistance and continued to be coated, growing pinker and pinker. Her amber eyes stood out against her sudden recolor, ears twitching wildly. \n\nHer head was feeling fuzzy. Bombarded by the stuff, it was doing no good for her brain. \n\n“Hey,” Terra wriggled, attempting to pry her limbs free, but weakly, thanks to the exposure to its spray. “You handsy honeysuckle. Hehehehe.” Her senses were nullified by the spray, causing even her brain to go numb. ”Release me!” There wasn’t time for her to relish in her clever insult, despite it clearly trying to capture her. The bud ceased its spray of sweetness. Instead, a vine, laced with short spikes, sprouted from the opening. It seemed to be twirling and extending toward her. Terra saw it, but had no words aside from a silly, drunken chuckle.\n\nShe expected to feel a sharp pierce from the vine against her body. Then remembered her Aetherweave suit was resistant to such things. It poked at her groin, seeming to know exactly where to go. Her suit sent blue waves of color across her body as the vine continued to attempt penetration. But this wasn’t working. It had to change tactics. \n\nMore vines. Countless numbers. They spewed from the bud like a hydra. Short needles sat on the end of each of them like quills. Each of them taking aim, they thrust toward the squirming and giggling Terra. As technologically advanced as the Aetherweave suits were, they couldn’t fight against such small attacks like this. Each one rammed past the chrono-silk-made suit and pierced Terra’s body. Into her breasts, her thighs, her rear, and the one place that burned the most, a needle into her clitoris.\n\nA blazing inferno swept her body.\n\nShe started panting wildly.\n\nWas she going into heat? Her brain went numb. She giggled.\n\nThe combination of the rising temperature and nauseatingly intoxicating fumes sent her brain into a deep, cavernous abyss of euphoria. \n\nTerra began to sweat, her fur glistening beneath her suit. She brought her thighs together. Her pussy was dripping with lust. If only she could at least rub her clit through her suit! Whatever the needles had done, it drove her madly horny! \n\nThe tentacles brought her closer to the bud. The leaves spread open, stretching out. “Her amber eyes widened with surprise. Pink fumes spilled from the gaping hole. More? Was she about to huff more of the fumes? If only she had brought a holo recorder or… at least an audio device! This would be prime information for their study! But… it was only a passing thought, amidst the desire to feel more of this pleasurable feeling, and to satiate this burning need that those needles injected into her!\n\nAs the leaves clamped around her body, fitting her like her suit had, the tentacles released their hold on her limbs. Terra was trapped like a mummy within a sarcophagus of organic material. Her dopey face was free to look out upon the forest as the plant began to wriggle around her, beginning the process.\n\n____________________\n\n\nLaserfire flew past, the lizard’s aim being god-awful as it was. Then again, no one could shoot behind them accurately while running; that was a fact. Smoke from the clay buildings around both him and the snow white rabbit in pursuit of him filled the air, polluting the moisture collectors surrounding them. \n\n“You fool,” Cyra mumbled to herself. “A laz gun? IN TOWN?!” The beams of energy flew past her as she dove, hitting the supports of a merchant’s stall. It burst into pieces. “If one of us has a shield, we’re all done for!”\n\nThrough the hot, sandy streets of Erequis. Merchants were staring as the outworlder struggled to keep her footing in the loose sands. They knew well enough to keep out of harm's way, though, as those who dared to get in the way of the mercenaries often found themselves with a hole in their head, and that was a waste of the body’s water. \n\nCyra’s sweat gathered beneath her Aetherweave suit, naturally absorbing into the material, as was required in a climate like this. Without proper protections, one would not last long on Erequis. Even with her advanced technology, which the people of this backwater planet only wished to achieve, it was not enough. A proper suit would make running near impossible. She took this into account when going after her target. It could go one of two ways:\n\nTake his Filtration Suit and leave him stranded in the southern regions, then come for him within a few hours, or perhaps one of the Worms would have gotten him. The other was chasing him while he was wearing the suit, and catch him more easily. As kind as Cyra could be, she was very talented at her job. \n\nDeadly, even.\n\nHowever, he had woken up from his tent as she was compressing his suit into one of her containment capsules. Knowing he was caught, he grabbed the nearest laz gun and bolted. \n\nSo there they were. Outside of town, wide open, past the main shield which kept the town a slight three degrees cooler than the surrounding atmosphere. The brown, sand-crusted lizard turned. He knew there was no escape. Despite the whole desert before him, he would only last a few hours. What were the odds of someone finding him first? Maybe hitching a lift on a Spice Harvester? No. Everyone knew Worms were ever-present around them. Wherever there was spice, there was a Worm, at least one. And if he hit drum sand? \n\nHe may as well take his chances.\n\n“Mercenary!” He turned and shouted to Cyra. His eyes held that blue within blue of those of this planet. Those with a spice-rich diet, unavoidable on Erequis. “What say you and I bargain?” He held his laz gun as if to say, ‘This? Oh, I’m holding it for a friend. I don’t even know what it is.’\n\nCyra stood there, her blaster at the ready. She never trusted her targets. Her short ears blew in the wind, green eyes squinted to focus in the blowing sands. The itchy trigger finger she always kept in check wanted so badly to end it now. But she knew better, she was patient. Her light brown cloak struggled to cling to her body, barely maintaining its position around her neck. Her green glowing suit beneath seemed to radiate her frustrations. “I can bring you in warm,” she took in a deep, sandy, spice-scented breath, “or I can bring you in cold.”\n\n“Aren’t I already warm?” He chuckled and took a step forward, then another. The heat from the sun was practically baking him. Inching ever closer, his attitude shifted to one of a close friend. Cyra didn’t like it. “What would happen? You get your money. I escape whatever petty confinement I end up in, and we do this all over again.” \n\nCyra lowered her gun. She knew this was true. Scum like him always found a way out. Places like Erequis were hives of scum and villainy, no matter who the duke happened to be. “I believe everyone gets a second chance.” The lizard grinned slyly. “You’ll get yours in Calusa Cacundus.” She quickly drew her gun again and blasted his knees. \n\n“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” He fell to the sand, face down with a thud. Quickly, Cyra pounced on him and bound him in cuffs. Through gritted teeth and pained howls, he spat insults and foul language. “That was dirty, you-” Cyra quickly muzzled him before he could finish that sentence. \n\n“I hope Sis is ok.” She shook her watch, seeing that it was caked with sand. “Darn stuff destroys tech so fast.” She dragged her target back to town, warm as always. \n\n____________________\n\n\nSunlight beamed into the clearing. The flora had shed its multi-colored hues and donned a more familiar, drab olive-green color. Various insects buzzed around, no longer frightened by that glowing intruder that had been storming through the forest the previous night. \n\nThe said intruder was held within the bright green plant in the center of the clearing. Terra’s snow white head stood out against her covered body. A four-winged insect landed on her pink-stained forehead, inspecting what the plant had finally captured. The ticklish movements slowly woke her up, her eyes fluttering open, little moans of weariness floating through the trees. “Sunlight?” she asked weakly. Her eyes had shifted in color. Where her eyes were once a deep, amber color, they had become a dark, natural shade of green, and her sclera were dark black. Her vision reflected this change equally. The colors were wavering, constantly shifting to dark hues, with reds, oranges, and yellows flying past her. “What?” She blinked. It was like flipping a switch. Since when did she have heat-vision? \n\nThen she remembered. Terra looked down as she saw her body encased in the plant. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but didn’t get the chance. A vine that was lingering behind her shot into her mouth, muffling her cries. “MMMMM! HMMMM!” She wriggled, finding that she wasn’t entirely held to a standstill. She was able to lean left and right, but there was no sign of this creature, plant… whatever-it-was letting her go. The vine slid deeper into her maw, preventing her from biting down, and started spewing some sort of fluid down her throat. It was thick like slime, but had little to no flavor. To say it was ‘grassy’ would be a little on the nose, but ultimately correct. The flow of liquid didn’t seem to stop. Terra could feel her stomach filling, inflating, reaching critical mass. It was visible through the enormous leaves that held her. \n\nThe assault didn’t stop there. From within her planty prison, something was poking at her lower entrance like before. No, please! She tried to press her thighs together, but her form was locked in one position. Terra felt the thing push past her untouched lips and slither through her cavern. If she didn’t know any better, based on the little, ever so slightly sharp pricks, she was feeling as it traveled up and into her body, it was that first vine from the night before. “Ish hy shoot hone?” (Is my suit gone?) What had happened? Was it dissolved overnight, or maybe this vile flora had squirmed underneath it and ripped it apart? Either way, she was likely naked within this plant, and that left her at its mercy.\n\nWherever the vine touched, she felt the heat return. It was near unbearable. She gasped, the sound muffled by the vine in her maw. Sharp breaths spilled past her stretched lips as it pierced her womb. It ran around and around, poking the sensitive insides like a housewife running a sponge around a stained coffee mug. Her squirming doubled. No, tripled! Tears fell from her eyes. Tears of pleasure. The euphoria this plant was giving her was unlike anything she could have dreamed. Never having been with another, she didn’t know what it was like to share in intimate touch, but she was sure this was an outlier. Even as the vine was yanked out of her womb and out of her pussy with a SHCLORP, she still felt it! \n\nThe vine came back for round two, entering her ass with no resistance. It pushed deeper and deeper, farther than Terra thought possible. Her stomach began to twitch and wriggle as she felt it push up and into it, squirming and flailing around. Her body began to sweat; she could feel herself able to shift a bit more as her skin got warmer and warmer. Whatever the vine was doing to her, it may be her ticket out. She pushed and rocked her head around, managing to pry the liquid-spewing vine out of her maw. “BUH!” She gasped as her stomach twinged and squirmed. “What is it doing?” Terra tried to pull her arms free, but they were trapped behind her. “What are you- goh…” The vine found its way out of her stomach and continued to wriggle through her insides. Her breathing became strained as her throat started to bulge, her esophagus clogging up with the object! \n\nAt last, it shot from her mouth like a chest burster, flailing like a fish out of water. The short spines along the body of the vine didn’t look intimidating, nothing like thorns from a rose, thank goodness. But they seemed to radiate a glowing, yellow mucus. A drop flew from the thing and splatted against her face. The minuscule area where the liquid landed on her cheek made her so burning hot, she felt like someone had dropped acid on her. Terra’s strained breaths sounded around the clearing as the wet plant turned to wrap itself around her face and into her ear! Terra’s instincts were telling her it was too late now. Even if she were able to slide out like a melting icepop, the vine was holding her in place! And now that it was literally IN HER HEAD, she had better not resist. If she were able to remember any of this afterward, she could document this for the lab. \n\nShe had no chance. Terra cowered, her voice making small, whimpering noises. Despite the fantastic euphoria in her body, this gave her a feeling of insecurity. She had done several felonious and borderline unethical experiments in the past and had used many methods to document research that no one had ever dared to do, risking life and limb. But this time, and only now, she felt like she had bitten off more than she could chew. Her body jolted as the vine touched her brain, coiling around it and smearing the golden mucus. \n\nHer brain was shutting down now. Resistance faded. Her eyes fogged over, savoring the extra blast of bliss that the vine was giving her. “Hehehehe,” she mumbled through the vine sticking out of her mouth. “Theelsh tho ghood.” (Feels so good.) Terra’s vision went completely infrared. \n\nFrom the ground, more vines erupted. These had clear bulbs on the end of them, with long, thin, needle-like points. Within the clear bulbs held a purple liquid, sloshing around, clinging to the sides as the various arms of Terra’s captor leaned left and right, as if waiting for a signal. So many of them lingered around. She was in no position to count them all, as if she could even focus on such a task. The spiked vine slowly uncoiled around her brain and pulled out of her ear, leaving a yellow residue behind. As soon as it slithered backward into her throat, the others lunged for her at once.\n\nHer neck, breasts, nipples, thighs, ass, clit, and anything else you could think of on her body was stabbed. She gasped, her voice going an octave higher, as the purple liquid was injected into her body. It was like the fire within her was being doused by a cool rain, but it wasn’t enough to calm it. In fact, it was only enough to prevent her from losing her mind to the drug-induced euphoria completely. The needles pulled themselves out once they emptied their payload and retreated back into the ground, leaving a clear mark of their presence. The veins surrounding their impact point were dyed purple, like a symbolic tattoo; several of them covering her body. Surely they would show on the rest of her body as well. \n\n“Why is this happening?” Not once did she reckon that this was all her fault. The tightening grip around her chest was suddenly looser. The leaves that wrapped around her front were peeling open, but only enough to expose them to the elements. Her body steamed in the fresh air, the humid environment inside the plant being far more moist and warm than the forest of Xylos-9. This confirmed her suspicions: her suit had been somehow disposed of. Her areolas were three times the size they once were and as green as her irises. The veins where the needles had penetrated her nipples and breasts were present as well. She was marked.\n\nUsually, she would be in an analytical phase, uttering such phrases as, “Was this due to the injections or my prolonged exposure to this sentient plant?” Perhaps something like, “Fascinating. This naturally occurring Flora is able to alter my body. Or is it naturally occurring? I can’t rule that possibility out yet.” Or if she was getting into the research to such a degree, her excitement was taking over; it would be, “AMAZING! It altered my body! Where’s my camera?! I need to document this!” and strip completely naked if possible, taking nudes of herself in the name of science.\n\nHowever, her brain was in the drink, too. Any thoughts that remained were watered down to the simplest elements. “Titties?” She muttered. Unable to see that they were green, thanks to her new infrared vision. However, the heat radiating from her body made them look dark red, her nipples an even darker crimson. \n\nHer discovery, albeit hindered by injections, was interrupted once again by MORE vines. These were tapered and looked undoubtedly phallic. The ribs along the first few inches of the insertable length sat menacing, promising added pleasure. But this didn’t register, only seeing dark blue outlines ominously standing in her vision. More vines… \n\nThey dove toward her breasts, pressing into her nipples. Prodding at the narrow entrance, the slick vines toyed with her mammaric protrusions, circling them, teasing them, coaxing them into a false sense of security. Terra giggled. Her fur was getting sticky with whatever it was leaking from the narrow tips. They pressed into her supple flesh, the B-cups not providing much room for error. This strategy worked. They popped into her nipples, stretching them beyond what Terra thought possible. Her head shot back in bliss, a spasm coursing through her body like lightning. The ribs slid deeper inside with a wet SCHLICK. \n\nTwo more vines came up from inside the plant, slipping inside her now-dripping pussy and stretched-wide asshole. Entrances that didn’t – nor couldn’t – put up a fuss. All at once, they started thrusting in and out, slowly. Meanwhile… a need ran through Terra’s mind.\n\nShe was empty.\n\nBut why? Anyone would argue that she looked pretty full!\n\nA heat from her clit went unnoticed as she savored the feeling of her holes being used, even if she wasn’t being treated as roughly as with the spiked vine from before.\n\nHer organic confines grew tighter around her thighs. Was something worming its way up? Past her penetrated breasts and inflated belly, a bulge was growing. It looked very much like hardware she shouldn’t have. Growing rapidly, the plant’s walls wrapped around it like a tight spandex suit, and it began to look more and more like a horse cock. The medial ring, thick shaft, and flared tip got longer by the second. Even a dangling set of balls made themselves known beneath them, even if they weren’t tough enough to stretch their prison as far as her cock.\n\nTwo vines shot from the ground. The needlepoint vine returned and gingerly poked a hole in the natural walls of the plant. Then the other, just like the ones before, used it to pierce through and stretch a body part open – this time Terra’s cock – slowly thrusting deeper into the shaft.\n\nWith nearly all of her sexual orifices violated, the pleasure became overwhelming. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, practically begging for something to enter. Eyes rolled in the back of her head, secretly hoping this would escalate. The heat that swarmed her body made her sweat, the smell seeping into her nose. She was getting high off her own supply. It was sweet, like the pink fumes before, but more concentrated! Terra huffed. Terra panted. Terra whined.\n\nMore. \n\nShe wanted MORE!\n\n…\n\nFrom the ground, more came. Bulging the various vines that violated her body, something was rising. Like an ant colony climbing a stalk, these bulges pushed their way through the inside of the vines and worked their way toward Terra, until…\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nOne by one, the round things entered her body.\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer breasts felt heavier.\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer womb was being filled by whatever these objects were.\n\nSCHLOOP\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer stomach, already overflowing with whatever substance it was, these things were now floating in it, like buoys on the water. And the one that shocked her the most. The one thing that made her want to scream. These objects, same size as the rest…\n\nSCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLOOP\nSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOP-\n\n… were being shoved into her new cock. They were lodged in her shaft, making large goose eggs along her new manhood. But as more and more were pumped in, they slid down, resembling a very daring size of sounding beads.\n\nTerra couldn’t restrain herself. She screamed. She moaned. She made all the little noises that were reserved for two lovers deep within the throes of passionate sex. Her body was getting heavier with each load, bulging to massive sizes. Surely, her plant prison would burst from these breasts, now as large as her head! But no, they kept coming. Even for her balls, which must have been nearly a quarter of her overall body weight by now.\n\nAnd then, just as she thought this plant had revealed all its tricks, she found out she was wrong. A final pair of vines sprouted up and penetrated her skull, injecting their purple fluid directly into her head. There was no pain.\n\nOnly an instant understanding.\n\n“Eggs.”\n\nThe haziness went away, but it was too late for her to escape now. There was no reason for the plant to keep her under its spell. What sprouted from those two points on her head were green antennae, no longer than her forearm, striped in green and black, just like the colors of her eyes. “Yes,” Terra smirked. “I must share this with her.” She continued to savor the feeling of HER young filling her body. \n\n____________________\n\n\nCyra’s ship landed next to Terra’s. The same model, only far more advanced for her missions. She insisted that her sister have all the same equipment as she did for the sake of safety, even if she had to bend a few rules or pull a few strings. \n\n“Terra!” She ran off the landing platform and up into the other, which was mysteriously left open. “Terra, how many times have I told you not to- HEY!” Birds had roosted within Terra’s ship. They built their nests above the block heater, underneath the dissection table, and in the upper supports. Not to mention the mess. “Get outta here!” Terra pulled her gun, firing a warning shot at the floor, knowing it wouldn’t rupture. The birds flew away, screeching and cawing their disapproval. “Terra!” The green-eyed sister searched the sizable, two-room ship. The lab/living quarters were uninhabited, and the flight deck showed no signs of activity since they had arrived. Even the logs were unadjusted. “No logs… She hasn’t been documenting anything. Not a single iota of data.” She grimaced. “Something is wrong.” She ran out of the ship.\n\n“TERRA!” Armed with only her blaster and Aetherweave suit, Cyra entered work mode. She never had to hunt down her own sister. If she wasn’t careful, she’d blast a hole right through her skull out of fury. “I told her not to leave,” she panicked. “I told her to stay on the ship. And what did she do? SHE LEAVES!” Cyra panicked as she ran at full sprint through the greenery. “I knew I should have put a chip in her…” She likely would have discovered it at some point, though. “Wait!”\n\nShe checked her watch, hoping to get a signal from Terra’s Aetherweave suit. If it were anywhere within a mile radius, she could reach her in no time. There was a faint signal, though not an ordinary one. “Oh, that’s not good.” She turned east and bolted. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Cyra panicked, her thoughts racing. What could have happened? Some animal had her in its den and was eating her alive! No, she was hanging upside down in a spider’s web, waiting to be made into its dinner. Her eyes watered slightly. She was emotionally compromised. What if she were only detecting a fragment of her suit and Terra was already gone? “No, she’s tougher than that.” \n\nTime seemed to slow down to a snail’s pace. She ran at breakneck speeds, but every step was like an inch. “Terra!” She shouted as she ran. Wildlife bolted out of her way. Another one of those obnoxious creatures was here. \n\nFinally, she reached the signal. It was an empty clearing. That is, aside from a tall bulb of some kind. There were vines all around, and it had a pink head sticking out of it? “What is?” Cyra looked at her watch again. She was right on top of the signal. Whatever it was inside the bulb looked vaguely familiar, especially those ears, but it was turned the other way! “Hey, you!” She switched the safety off on her blaster. “I’m looking for a rabbit.” She felt stupid, talking to this thing like it understood Galactic Standard.\n\n“White fur, looks kinda like me, long ears. Have you seen…”\n\nThe bulb opened before her, revealing the contents inside. An anthropomorphic figure. Its massive cock had a swinging sack, nearly reaching the ground. Its breasts were dangling from its chest like someone had overstuffed a rucksack, far too big for its body, almost comedically so. The inflated belly was jiggly and wiggled with each slight movement. Bizarre purple markings littered its body, almost like someone had a stroke at the tattoo bench. The lumpy sacks looked like there was something inside them, and liquid oozed from them at a constant rate. Most importantly, its head. Completely pink, it had two long ears down to its knees, also pink. Two green antennae stuck out from its head, a bonus pair of head adornments.\n\nIt was a grand unveiling.\n\nThe creature opened its eyes, green and black, staring directly at her.\n\n“Cyra.” A sultry voice left its mouth. \n\n“Wait, how do you know my name?” She raised her blaster in response. It was then that she saw the remains of the Aetherweave suit at the creature’s feet. Small shreds of black and blue. “Oh no…” She dropped her blaster. Her voice hesitant and shaky, she dared to ask. “Terra?”\n\nShe didn’t respond. Instead, Terra, or what she had become, smirked. “Join us.” Vines erupted from the ground and immediately rushed the bunny. \n\nIt was no use. Cyra was beyond emotionally compromised. She was lost. The rabbit fell to her knees in shock. The vines quickly grabbed her by the thighs and underarms, while others tended to rip her gloves, boots, and vest off. Her green eyes fell in horror. “TERRA! WHAT HAPPENED!” She was lifted into the air and brought before the creature. \n\n“You will join us. A fine specimen indeed. More flesh sacks for the young.” ‘Terra’ raised her hand, revealing sharp, thick thorns for claws, and ripped through the Aetherweave suit. She had adapted. “Yes,” her hands caressed Cyra’s chin, bringing her closer. “Strong.” She then looked to Cyra’s lower body, now exposed. Wide hips, strong calves. The only features that needed adjustment were her breasts, which were practically non-existent. \n\n“I don’t know what happened, Terra,” Cyra pleaded through ugly sob, “but this isn’t you!”\n\n“I,” the creature placed a hand on her opulent chest, “Am the Queen of Xylos, the living Jugglus Oviparus.” Vines with the purple venom appeared from the ground and thrust themselves into Cyra’s body. Her breasts got a double dose. “And we shall spread our children throughout the galaxy.” \n\nCyra let out a pained cry, the needles not being kind. She knew she never should have left Terra alone. Her hubris was often her undoing, but never to this degree! “You’re not my sister anymore…” Her tears fell in heavy wads from her eyes, the combination of the needles and the emotional damage from the situation. The queen watched in delight as Cyra’s nipples began to widen and turn green.\n\n“We will be again.” Her stomach grumbled. “A gift.” She yanked Cyra toward her, her lips pressing against hers. Cyra was helpless to escape. If she could have seen it coming, she might have tried more desperately to escape. Something was crawling up from the queen’s stomach. Their tongues intertwined and twirled, sharing an unholy passion that they had time and time again. But… this felt different. It wasn’t the same. Her breath, usually tasting of coffee and other caffeine supplements, was vile and putrid. She wanted to break away, but couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything when she suddenly felt something entering her mouth. Something slimy, wriggling, and… alive! Cyra screamed, but was held in place by the vines and the queen’s unusual strength. More and more of these unknown things were forced down her throat as this new, corrupted entity brought her closer to the brink of destruction. \n\nIt didn’t help that vines penetrated her body as Cyra was being played with. Stretching her nipples, ass, and even her pussy open. Eggs filled her body instantly. She did not receive the same treatment as Terra did. There could only be one queen. However, the Jugglus Oviparus would ensure that her first corrupted soul would be the most productive, aside from herself. \n\nQueen Terra pried her tongue out of Cyra’s mouth. “You must carry the young, Cyra.” Cyra hung there with an empty expression. Terra had missed a fair portion of her filling, but she was already looking beautiful. Even her green horse cock had developed, but had not yet been penetrated. She held out a hand, and the vine to do so lay in it. Terra wished to do this personally. She aligned the vine with the new, untouched hole and pushed. “This won’t hurt a bit, sister.” It slid inside without any effort. A slight gasp from Cyra as she accepted her fate. “Lay her down. I wish to fill her with my cock.” \n\nIt was done as she was bidden. Terra stroked her erect cock and mounted Cyra’s body, aiming her hole at her sister’s mouth, open and ready to accept her seed. 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Whatever the needles had done, it drove her madly horny! \n\nThe tentacles brought her closer to the bud. The leaves spread open, stretching out. “Her amber eyes widened with surprise. Pink fumes spilled from the gaping hole. More? Was she about to huff more of the fumes? If only she had brought a holo recorder or… at least an audio device! This would be prime information for their study! But… it was only a passing thought, amidst the desire to feel more of this pleasurable feeling, and to satiate this burning need that those needles injected into her!\n\nAs the leaves clamped around her body, fitting her like her suit had, the tentacles released their hold on her limbs. Terra was trapped like a mummy within a sarcophagus of organic material. Her dopey face was free to look out upon the forest as the plant began to wriggle around her, beginning the process.\n\n____________________\n\n\nLaserfire flew past, the lizard’s aim being god-awful as it was. 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Without proper protections, one would not last long on Erequis. Even with her advanced technology, which the people of this backwater planet only wished to achieve, it was not enough. A proper suit would make running near impossible. She took this into account when going after her target. It could go one of two ways:\n\nTake his Filtration Suit and leave him stranded in the southern regions, then come for him within a few hours, or perhaps one of the Worms would have gotten him. The other was chasing him while he was wearing the suit, and catch him more easily. As kind as Cyra could be, she was very talented at her job. \n\nDeadly, even.\n\nHowever, he had woken up from his tent as she was compressing his suit into one of her containment capsules. Knowing he was caught, he grabbed the nearest laz gun and bolted. \n\nSo there they were. Outside of town, wide open, past the main shield which kept the town a slight three degrees cooler than the surrounding atmosphere. The brown, sand-crusted lizard turned. He knew there was no escape. Despite the whole desert before him, he would only last a few hours. What were the odds of someone finding him first? Maybe hitching a lift on a Spice Harvester? No. Everyone knew Worms were ever-present around them. Wherever there was spice, there was a Worm, at least one. And if he hit drum sand? \n\nHe may as well take his chances.\n\n“Mercenary!” He turned and shouted to Cyra. His eyes held that blue within blue of those of this planet. Those with a spice-rich diet, unavoidable on Erequis. “What say you and I bargain?” He held his laz gun as if to say, ‘This? Oh, I’m holding it for a friend. I don’t even know what it is.’\n\nCyra stood there, her blaster at the ready. She never trusted her targets. Her short ears blew in the wind, green eyes squinted to focus in the blowing sands. The itchy trigger finger she always kept in check wanted so badly to end it now. But she knew better, she was patient. Her light brown cloak struggled to cling to her body, barely maintaining its position around her neck. Her green glowing suit beneath seemed to radiate her frustrations. “I can bring you in warm,” she took in a deep, sandy, spice-scented breath, “or I can bring you in cold.”\n\n“Aren’t I already warm?” He chuckled and took a step forward, then another. The heat from the sun was practically baking him. Inching ever closer, his attitude shifted to one of a close friend. Cyra didn’t like it. “What would happen? You get your money. I escape whatever petty confinement I end up in, and we do this all over again.” \n\nCyra lowered her gun. She knew this was true. Scum like him always found a way out. Places like Erequis were hives of scum and villainy, no matter who the duke happened to be. “I believe everyone gets a second chance.” The lizard grinned slyly. “You’ll get yours in Calusa Cacundus.” She quickly drew her gun again and blasted his knees. \n\n“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” He fell to the sand, face down with a thud. Quickly, Cyra pounced on him and bound him in cuffs. Through gritted teeth and pained howls, he spat insults and foul language. “That was dirty, you-” Cyra quickly muzzled him before he could finish that sentence. \n\n“I hope Sis is ok.” She shook her watch, seeing that it was caked with sand. “Darn stuff destroys tech so fast.” She dragged her target back to town, warm as always. \n\n____________________\n\n\nSunlight beamed into the clearing. The flora had shed its multi-colored hues and donned a more familiar, drab olive-green color. Various insects buzzed around, no longer frightened by that glowing intruder that had been storming through the forest the previous night. \n\nThe said intruder was held within the bright green plant in the center of the clearing. Terra’s snow white head stood out against her covered body. A four-winged insect landed on her pink-stained forehead, inspecting what the plant had finally captured. The ticklish movements slowly woke her up, her eyes fluttering open, little moans of weariness floating through the trees. “Sunlight?” she asked weakly. Her eyes had shifted in color. Where her eyes were once a deep, amber color, they had become a dark, natural shade of green, and her sclera were dark black. Her vision reflected this change equally. The colors were wavering, constantly shifting to dark hues, with reds, oranges, and yellows flying past her. “What?” She blinked. It was like flipping a switch. Since when did she have heat-vision? \n\nThen she remembered. Terra looked down as she saw her body encased in the plant. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but didn’t get the chance. A vine that was lingering behind her shot into her mouth, muffling her cries. “MMMMM! HMMMM!” She wriggled, finding that she wasn’t entirely held to a standstill. She was able to lean left and right, but there was no sign of this creature, plant… whatever-it-was letting her go. The vine slid deeper into her maw, preventing her from biting down, and started spewing some sort of fluid down her throat. It was thick like slime, but had little to no flavor. To say it was ‘grassy’ would be a little on the nose, but ultimately correct. The flow of liquid didn’t seem to stop. Terra could feel her stomach filling, inflating, reaching critical mass. It was visible through the enormous leaves that held her. \n\nThe assault didn’t stop there. From within her planty prison, something was poking at her lower entrance like before. No, please! She tried to press her thighs together, but her form was locked in one position. Terra felt the thing push past her untouched lips and slither through her cavern. If she didn’t know any better, based on the little, ever so slightly sharp pricks, she was feeling as it traveled up and into her body, it was that first vine from the night before. “Ish hy shoot hone?” (Is my suit gone?) What had happened? Was it dissolved overnight, or maybe this vile flora had squirmed underneath it and ripped it apart? Either way, she was likely naked within this plant, and that left her at its mercy.\n\nWherever the vine touched, she felt the heat return. It was near unbearable. She gasped, the sound muffled by the vine in her maw. Sharp breaths spilled past her stretched lips as it pierced her womb. It ran around and around, poking the sensitive insides like a housewife running a sponge around a stained coffee mug. Her squirming doubled. No, tripled! Tears fell from her eyes. Tears of pleasure. The euphoria this plant was giving her was unlike anything she could have dreamed. Never having been with another, she didn’t know what it was like to share in intimate touch, but she was sure this was an outlier. Even as the vine was yanked out of her womb and out of her pussy with a SHCLORP, she still felt it! \n\nThe vine came back for round two, entering her ass with no resistance. It pushed deeper and deeper, farther than Terra thought possible. Her stomach began to twitch and wriggle as she felt it push up and into it, squirming and flailing around. Her body began to sweat; she could feel herself able to shift a bit more as her skin got warmer and warmer. Whatever the vine was doing to her, it may be her ticket out. She pushed and rocked her head around, managing to pry the liquid-spewing vine out of her maw. “BUH!” She gasped as her stomach twinged and squirmed. “What is it doing?” Terra tried to pull her arms free, but they were trapped behind her. “What are you- goh…” The vine found its way out of her stomach and continued to wriggle through her insides. Her breathing became strained as her throat started to bulge, her esophagus clogging up with the object! \n\nAt last, it shot from her mouth like a chest burster, flailing like a fish out of water. The short spines along the body of the vine didn’t look intimidating, nothing like thorns from a rose, thank goodness. But they seemed to radiate a glowing, yellow mucus. A drop flew from the thing and splatted against her face. The minuscule area where the liquid landed on her cheek made her so burning hot, she felt like someone had dropped acid on her. Terra’s strained breaths sounded around the clearing as the wet plant turned to wrap itself around her face and into her ear! Terra’s instincts were telling her it was too late now. Even if she were able to slide out like a melting icepop, the vine was holding her in place! And now that it was literally IN HER HEAD, she had better not resist. If she were able to remember any of this afterward, she could document this for the lab. \n\nShe had no chance. Terra cowered, her voice making small, whimpering noises. Despite the fantastic euphoria in her body, this gave her a feeling of insecurity. She had done several felonious and borderline unethical experiments in the past and had used many methods to document research that no one had ever dared to do, risking life and limb. But this time, and only now, she felt like she had bitten off more than she could chew. Her body jolted as the vine touched her brain, coiling around it and smearing the golden mucus. \n\nHer brain was shutting down now. Resistance faded. Her eyes fogged over, savoring the extra blast of bliss that the vine was giving her. “Hehehehe,” she mumbled through the vine sticking out of her mouth. “Theelsh tho ghood.” (Feels so good.) Terra’s vision went completely infrared. \n\nFrom the ground, more vines erupted. These had clear bulbs on the end of them, with long, thin, needle-like points. Within the clear bulbs held a purple liquid, sloshing around, clinging to the sides as the various arms of Terra’s captor leaned left and right, as if waiting for a signal. So many of them lingered around. She was in no position to count them all, as if she could even focus on such a task. The spiked vine slowly uncoiled around her brain and pulled out of her ear, leaving a yellow residue behind. As soon as it slithered backward into her throat, the others lunged for her at once.\n\nHer neck, breasts, nipples, thighs, ass, clit, and anything else you could think of on her body was stabbed. She gasped, her voice going an octave higher, as the purple liquid was injected into her body. It was like the fire within her was being doused by a cool rain, but it wasn’t enough to calm it. In fact, it was only enough to prevent her from losing her mind to the drug-induced euphoria completely. The needles pulled themselves out once they emptied their payload and retreated back into the ground, leaving a clear mark of their presence. The veins surrounding their impact point were dyed purple, like a symbolic tattoo; several of them covering her body. Surely they would show on the rest of her body as well. \n\n“Why is this happening?” Not once did she reckon that this was all her fault. The tightening grip around her chest was suddenly looser. The leaves that wrapped around her front were peeling open, but only enough to expose them to the elements. Her body steamed in the fresh air, the humid environment inside the plant being far more moist and warm than the forest of Xylos-9. This confirmed her suspicions: her suit had been somehow disposed of. Her areolas were three times the size they once were and as green as her irises. The veins where the needles had penetrated her nipples and breasts were present as well. She was marked.\n\nUsually, she would be in an analytical phase, uttering such phrases as, “Was this due to the injections or my prolonged exposure to this sentient plant?” Perhaps something like, “Fascinating. This naturally occurring Flora is able to alter my body. Or is it naturally occurring? I can’t rule that possibility out yet.” Or if she was getting into the research to such a degree, her excitement was taking over; it would be, “AMAZING! It altered my body! Where’s my camera?! I need to document this!” and strip completely naked if possible, taking nudes of herself in the name of science.\n\nHowever, her brain was in the drink, too. Any thoughts that remained were watered down to the simplest elements. “Titties?” She muttered. Unable to see that they were green, thanks to her new infrared vision. However, the heat radiating from her body made them look dark red, her nipples an even darker crimson. \n\nHer discovery, albeit hindered by injections, was interrupted once again by MORE vines. These were tapered and looked undoubtedly phallic. The ribs along the first few inches of the insertable length sat menacing, promising added pleasure. But this didn’t register, only seeing dark blue outlines ominously standing in her vision. More vines… \n\nThey dove toward her breasts, pressing into her nipples. Prodding at the narrow entrance, the slick vines toyed with her mammaric protrusions, circling them, teasing them, coaxing them into a false sense of security. Terra giggled. Her fur was getting sticky with whatever it was leaking from the narrow tips. They pressed into her supple flesh, the B-cups not providing much room for error. This strategy worked. They popped into her nipples, stretching them beyond what Terra thought possible. Her head shot back in bliss, a spasm coursing through her body like lightning. The ribs slid deeper inside with a wet SCHLICK. \n\nTwo more vines came up from inside the plant, slipping inside her now-dripping pussy and stretched-wide asshole. Entrances that didn’t – nor couldn’t – put up a fuss. All at once, they started thrusting in and out, slowly. Meanwhile… a need ran through Terra’s mind.\n\nShe was empty.\n\nBut why? Anyone would argue that she looked pretty full!\n\nA heat from her clit went unnoticed as she savored the feeling of her holes being used, even if she wasn’t being treated as roughly as with the spiked vine from before.\n\nHer organic confines grew tighter around her thighs. Was something worming its way up? Past her penetrated breasts and inflated belly, a bulge was growing. It looked very much like hardware she shouldn’t have. Growing rapidly, the plant’s walls wrapped around it like a tight spandex suit, and it began to look more and more like a horse cock. The medial ring, thick shaft, and flared tip got longer by the second. Even a dangling set of balls made themselves known beneath them, even if they weren’t tough enough to stretch their prison as far as her cock.\n\nTwo vines shot from the ground. The needlepoint vine returned and gingerly poked a hole in the natural walls of the plant. Then the other, just like the ones before, used it to pierce through and stretch a body part open – this time Terra’s cock – slowly thrusting deeper into the shaft.\n\nWith nearly all of her sexual orifices violated, the pleasure became overwhelming. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, practically begging for something to enter. Eyes rolled in the back of her head, secretly hoping this would escalate. The heat that swarmed her body made her sweat, the smell seeping into her nose. She was getting high off her own supply. It was sweet, like the pink fumes before, but more concentrated! Terra huffed. Terra panted. Terra whined.\n\nMore. \n\nShe wanted MORE!\n\n…\n\nFrom the ground, more came. Bulging the various vines that violated her body, something was rising. Like an ant colony climbing a stalk, these bulges pushed their way through the inside of the vines and worked their way toward Terra, until…\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nOne by one, the round things entered her body.\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer breasts felt heavier.\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer womb was being filled by whatever these objects were.\n\nSCHLOOP\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer stomach, already overflowing with whatever substance it was, these things were now floating in it, like buoys on the water. And the one that shocked her the most. The one thing that made her want to scream. These objects, same size as the rest…\n\nSCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLOOP\nSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOP-\n\n… were being shoved into her new cock. They were lodged in her shaft, making large goose eggs along her new manhood. But as more and more were pumped in, they slid down, resembling a very daring size of sounding beads.\n\nTerra couldn’t restrain herself. She screamed. She moaned. She made all the little noises that were reserved for two lovers deep within the throes of passionate sex. Her body was getting heavier with each load, bulging to massive sizes. Surely, her plant prison would burst from these breasts, now as large as her head! But no, they kept coming. Even for her balls, which must have been nearly a quarter of her overall body weight by now.\n\nAnd then, just as she thought this plant had revealed all its tricks, she found out she was wrong. A final pair of vines sprouted up and penetrated her skull, injecting their purple fluid directly into her head. There was no pain.\n\nOnly an instant understanding.\n\n“Eggs.”\n\nThe haziness went away, but it was too late for her to escape now. There was no reason for the plant to keep her under its spell. What sprouted from those two points on her head were green antennae, no longer than her forearm, striped in green and black, just like the colors of her eyes. “Yes,” Terra smirked. “I must share this with her.” She continued to savor the feeling of HER young filling her body. \n\n____________________\n\n\nCyra’s ship landed next to Terra’s. The same model, only far more advanced for her missions. She insisted that her sister have all the same equipment as she did for the sake of safety, even if she had to bend a few rules or pull a few strings. \n\n“Terra!” She ran off the landing platform and up into the other, which was mysteriously left open. “Terra, how many times have I told you not to- HEY!” Birds had roosted within Terra’s ship. They built their nests above the block heater, underneath the dissection table, and in the upper supports. Not to mention the mess. “Get outta here!” Terra pulled her gun, firing a warning shot at the floor, knowing it wouldn’t rupture. The birds flew away, screeching and cawing their disapproval. “Terra!” The green-eyed sister searched the sizable, two-room ship. The lab/living quarters were uninhabited, and the flight deck showed no signs of activity since they had arrived. Even the logs were unadjusted. “No logs… She hasn’t been documenting anything. Not a single iota of data.” She grimaced. “Something is wrong.” She ran out of the ship.\n\n“TERRA!” Armed with only her blaster and Aetherweave suit, Cyra entered work mode. She never had to hunt down her own sister. If she wasn’t careful, she’d blast a hole right through her skull out of fury. “I told her not to leave,” she panicked. “I told her to stay on the ship. And what did she do? SHE LEAVES!” Cyra panicked as she ran at full sprint through the greenery. “I knew I should have put a chip in her…” She likely would have discovered it at some point, though. “Wait!”\n\nShe checked her watch, hoping to get a signal from Terra’s Aetherweave suit. If it were anywhere within a mile radius, she could reach her in no time. There was a faint signal, though not an ordinary one. “Oh, that’s not good.” She turned east and bolted. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Cyra panicked, her thoughts racing. What could have happened? Some animal had her in its den and was eating her alive! No, she was hanging upside down in a spider’s web, waiting to be made into its dinner. Her eyes watered slightly. She was emotionally compromised. What if she were only detecting a fragment of her suit and Terra was already gone? “No, she’s tougher than that.” \n\nTime seemed to slow down to a snail’s pace. She ran at breakneck speeds, but every step was like an inch. “Terra!” She shouted as she ran. Wildlife bolted out of her way. Another one of those obnoxious creatures was here. \n\nFinally, she reached the signal. It was an empty clearing. That is, aside from a tall bulb of some kind. There were vines all around, and it had a pink head sticking out of it? “What is?” Cyra looked at her watch again. She was right on top of the signal. Whatever it was inside the bulb looked vaguely familiar, especially those ears, but it was turned the other way! “Hey, you!” She switched the safety off on her blaster. “I’m looking for a rabbit.” She felt stupid, talking to this thing like it understood Galactic Standard.\n\n“White fur, looks kinda like me, long ears. Have you seen…”\n\nThe bulb opened before her, revealing the contents inside. An anthropomorphic figure. Its massive cock had a swinging sack, nearly reaching the ground. Its breasts were dangling from its chest like someone had overstuffed a rucksack, far too big for its body, almost comedically so. The inflated belly was jiggly and wiggled with each slight movement. Bizarre purple markings littered its body, almost like someone had a stroke at the tattoo bench. The lumpy sacks looked like there was something inside them, and liquid oozed from them at a constant rate. Most importantly, its head. Completely pink, it had two long ears down to its knees, also pink. Two green antennae stuck out from its head, a bonus pair of head adornments.\n\nIt was a grand unveiling.\n\nThe creature opened its eyes, green and black, staring directly at her.\n\n“Cyra.” A sultry voice left its mouth. \n\n“Wait, how do you know my name?” She raised her blaster in response. It was then that she saw the remains of the Aetherweave suit at the creature’s feet. Small shreds of black and blue. “Oh no…” She dropped her blaster. Her voice hesitant and shaky, she dared to ask. “Terra?”\n\nShe didn’t respond. Instead, Terra, or what she had become, smirked. “Join us.” Vines erupted from the ground and immediately rushed the bunny. \n\nIt was no use. Cyra was beyond emotionally compromised. She was lost. The rabbit fell to her knees in shock. The vines quickly grabbed her by the thighs and underarms, while others tended to rip her gloves, boots, and vest off. Her green eyes fell in horror. “TERRA! WHAT HAPPENED!” She was lifted into the air and brought before the creature. \n\n“You will join us. A fine specimen indeed. More flesh sacks for the young.” ‘Terra’ raised her hand, revealing sharp, thick thorns for claws, and ripped through the Aetherweave suit. She had adapted. “Yes,” her hands caressed Cyra’s chin, bringing her closer. “Strong.” She then looked to Cyra’s lower body, now exposed. Wide hips, strong calves. The only features that needed adjustment were her breasts, which were practically non-existent. \n\n“I don’t know what happened, Terra,” Cyra pleaded through ugly sob, “but this isn’t you!”\n\n“I,” the creature placed a hand on her opulent chest, “Am the Queen of Xylos, the living Jugglus Oviparus.” Vines with the purple venom appeared from the ground and thrust themselves into Cyra’s body. Her breasts got a double dose. “And we shall spread our children throughout the galaxy.” \n\nCyra let out a pained cry, the needles not being kind. She knew she never should have left Terra alone. Her hubris was often her undoing, but never to this degree! “You’re not my sister anymore…” Her tears fell in heavy wads from her eyes, the combination of the needles and the emotional damage from the situation. The queen watched in delight as Cyra’s nipples began to widen and turn green.\n\n“We will be again.” Her stomach grumbled. “A gift.” She yanked Cyra toward her, her lips pressing against hers. Cyra was helpless to escape. If she could have seen it coming, she might have tried more desperately to escape. Something was crawling up from the queen’s stomach. Their tongues intertwined and twirled, sharing an unholy passion that they had time and time again. But… this felt different. It wasn’t the same. Her breath, usually tasting of coffee and other caffeine supplements, was vile and putrid. She wanted to break away, but couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything when she suddenly felt something entering her mouth. Something slimy, wriggling, and… alive! Cyra screamed, but was held in place by the vines and the queen’s unusual strength. More and more of these unknown things were forced down her throat as this new, corrupted entity brought her closer to the brink of destruction. \n\nIt didn’t help that vines penetrated her body as Cyra was being played with. Stretching her nipples, ass, and even her pussy open. Eggs filled her body instantly. She did not receive the same treatment as Terra did. There could only be one queen. However, the Jugglus Oviparus would ensure that her first corrupted soul would be the most productive, aside from herself. \n\nQueen Terra pried her tongue out of Cyra’s mouth. “You must carry the young, Cyra.” Cyra hung there with an empty expression. Terra had missed a fair portion of her filling, but she was already looking beautiful. Even her green horse cock had developed, but had not yet been penetrated. She held out a hand, and the vine to do so lay in it. Terra wished to do this personally. She aligned the vine with the new, untouched hole and pushed. “This won’t hurt a bit, sister.” It slid inside without any effort. A slight gasp from Cyra as she accepted her fate. “Lay her down. I wish to fill her with my cock.” \n\nIt was done as she was bidden. Terra stroked her erect cock and mounted Cyra’s body, aiming her hole at her sister’s mouth, open and ready to accept her seed. Terra did not waste any time. She thrust her shaft into Cyra’s throat, going balls-deep immediately, savoring the tightness of her sister. The many times they had indulged in their sexual play hadn’t compared to this. Each deep thrust was like a brain cell being forcefully washed away. To enforce this, vines entered her skull and flooded her brain with the same mucusy substance that was forced into Terra’s stomach previously.\n\n“Soon, we will be one, sister. You will serve your Queen. We will spread the young across the galaxy united.” She spooged her unbirthed eggs into Cyra’s stomach, inflating her to the edge of bursting and not an ounce more.\n\n\n__________\n\n“Have you set the ship to autopilot, Cyra?”\n\n“Yes, Terra.”\n\n“Very good. All preparations are in order.” \n\nThe two sat in the cockpit of Cyra’s ship. After months of preparation, they had turned Terra’s old vessel into a near botanical replica for the Mother Plant and fused the two ships together. Safely uprooting it and planting it in the new section of their vessel, they could bring the mother plant with them wherever they went. All they had to work on was creating new mother plants to leave on other planets. They’d even harvested tons of eggs to plant within others they met on their travels. “Now, our colony shall grow.”\n\n“Yes, sister.” Cyra leaned in and planted a loving kiss on her Queen’s lips. They fell to the floor and started fucking on the spot. Their bulging bellies could always use more eggs. Cyra looked so beautiful with her new body. Her life as a mercenary was absolutely over. They served the Mother Plant now. That was more rewarding than anything they could’ve done before.\n"
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"description": "Sisters Terra and Cyra couldn't be more different. One is interested in leading the progress of science by any means necessary, and the other is a bounty hunter known across the galaxy for her ruthless yet motherly demeanor. One mission on Xylos-9 separates the two when Cyra is called to catch a high-priced catch. Not one to wait, Terra goes out on her own and explores the planet. She quickly bites off more than she can chew when she is lured in by this tantalizingly beautiful plant, only to be captured and used as a seedbed! What will come of Terra? Will Cyra make it back in time to save her sister?\n\nInspired by the *amazing* works from xorza, here's a story about vicious, living plants, eggs, and becoming one with nature. bobbyjar2 and I are HUGE fans of their work, so it only seemed fitting that we take a spin on Xorza's ABSOLUTELY SEXY work. Go give them a look.\n\nAs always, share with your friends, drop a fav, leave a comment. \n\nPDF is best as always: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62467489/"
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"writing": "The Mother Plant\n\nNot a soul was present on Xylos-9. The fauna and flora were so dense that Terra had to break out her ancient cyberblade to make any headway. The pure-white rabbit trudged through the forest of the alien planet, not giving a damn about what she was told previously. “Stay in the ship, Terra,” she mocked. As if anyone would hear her. “I’ll know if you leave. I want you to be safe while I’m away.” She scoffed, then chuckled. “Then don’t leave, sis.” \n\nThe thick vines and shrubs, multi-colored and vibrant – as if someone had slipped her a dose of concentrated spice, warping her vision – made up the forests of Xylos-9. The entire planet at that. Previously unexplored, Terra was called by her lab to capture and return some samples. All in the name of research, of course. Cyra would not let her go alone, despite her busy schedule. And yet, as she was called away for a hit, ever the busy mercenary, Terra promised, falsely, that she would stay on the ship until she returned. Knowing how Cyra’s escapades across the galaxy went, that could have taken ages. Even if it was only across this side of the forehead nebula, one could not predict the behaviors of those she was hired to ‘take out.’\n\nAnd Terra hardly obeyed the rules, lest they have good reasoning to be in place. So, there she was, venturing through the woodlands of the planet by herself. The light of the planets’ twin moons filled the sky, eliminating the need for her flashlight. Didn’t hurt that the fluorescent strips woven into her Aetherweave, across the outer thigh, hips, up her breasts, and elaborately across her back omitted a blue glow, even if it had the unfortunate effect of scaring away wildlife.\n\n“Damn it,” Terra cursed under her breath as she slashed. “I’m not nearly as sneaky as Cyra. Maybe I should bundle my ears together for this.” She reached back and pulled forward her long ears. Falling down to her knees, they were nearly as wide as her body. Floofy and white, the two specimens were prime amongst her family. She often tied them together like a braid when they were getting in the way, and wondered why she didn’t this time. Perhaps because it muffled her hearing, which she wanted to have at the ready for this mission.\n\nHer eyebrows furrowed, making her amber eyes grimace with frustration. “Maybe I should have stayed on the ship.” Terra checked her watch, concluding that she was in too deep just to turn tail and run. She sighed.\n\nThat’s when she caught a whiff of something. Something sweet. A smell so… enticing. Terra held her nose to the air. If it were a cartoon wisp of a freshly baked pie, it would have hooked her by the nose and pulled her toward it. She slashed through the vines and branches, following that wonderful aroma. Was this some kind of flower? A fruit? Whatever it was, it had Terra’s attention, and she had to know! Whatever was in her way was quickly cut down as she leaped over any object she deemed unworthy of her blade. \n\nUntil she reached a small clearing, nearly ten feet of vegetation had already been cleared from the center in all directions. In the middle was a small, green bud. There wasn’t anything significant about it at first glance, but the pink smoke that constantly spewed from it filled the area with its divine influence. A ray of moonlight shone down onto the bud, implying a symbolic significance. Terra certainly felt it. “My first specimen!” She ran toward it recklessly, the sweet odor clouding her judgment. The leaves around the clearing seemed to quiver on their branches, their purple and blue bodies warning her. “I must capture this specimen for further analysis.”\n\nBut their warnings went unheeded. Terra stood before the green bud, taking in the spewing fog like a foodie absorbing the smell of something cooking on the stove, with vigor and abandon. It blasted her in the face, staining her snow-white fur pink. She reached for a small pocket containing a compressed containment capsule, but…\n\nIt was too late.\n\nVines shot from the ground, making the Xylos around them rumble. They wrapped around her wrists and ankles, restraining her, but that didn’t matter to her now. It lifted her nearly thirty feet into the air, delivering a direct spray of the pink stuff that it seemed to be insistent on shooting from its only opening. Although her suit fizzled and resisted the effects, her face had no resistance and continued to be coated, growing pinker and pinker. Her amber eyes stood out against her sudden recolor, ears twitching wildly. \n\nHer head was feeling fuzzy. Bombarded by the stuff, it was doing no good for her brain. \n\n“Hey,” Terra wriggled, attempting to pry her limbs free, but weakly, thanks to the exposure to its spray. “You handsy honeysuckle. Hehehehe.” Her senses were nullified by the spray, causing even her brain to go numb. ”Release me!” There wasn’t time for her to relish in her clever insult, despite it clearly trying to capture her. The bud ceased its spray of sweetness. Instead, a vine, laced with short spikes, sprouted from the opening. It seemed to be twirling and extending toward her. Terra saw it, but had no words aside from a silly, drunken chuckle.\n\nShe expected to feel a sharp pierce from the vine against her body. Then remembered her Aetherweave suit was resistant to such things. It poked at her groin, seeming to know exactly where to go. Her suit sent blue waves of color across her body as the vine continued to attempt penetration. But this wasn’t working. It had to change tactics. \n\nMore vines. Countless numbers. They spewed from the bud like a hydra. Short needles sat on the end of each of them like quills. Each of them taking aim, they thrust toward the squirming and giggling Terra. As technologically advanced as the Aetherweave suits were, they couldn’t fight against such small attacks like this. Each one rammed past the chrono-silk-made suit and pierced Terra’s body. Into her breasts, her thighs, her rear, and the one place that burned the most, a needle into her clitoris.\n\nA blazing inferno swept her body.\n\nShe started panting wildly.\n\nWas she going into heat? Her brain went numb. She giggled.\n\nThe combination of the rising temperature and nauseatingly intoxicating fumes sent her brain into a deep, cavernous abyss of euphoria. \n\nTerra began to sweat, her fur glistening beneath her suit. She brought her thighs together. Her pussy was dripping with lust. If only she could at least rub her clit through her suit! Whatever the needles had done, it drove her madly horny! \n\nThe tentacles brought her closer to the bud. The leaves spread open, stretching out. “Her amber eyes widened with surprise. Pink fumes spilled from the gaping hole. More? Was she about to huff more of the fumes? If only she had brought a holo recorder or… at least an audio device! This would be prime information for their study! But… it was only a passing thought, amidst the desire to feel more of this pleasurable feeling, and to satiate this burning need that those needles injected into her!\n\nAs the leaves clamped around her body, fitting her like her suit had, the tentacles released their hold on her limbs. Terra was trapped like a mummy within a sarcophagus of organic material. Her dopey face was free to look out upon the forest as the plant began to wriggle around her, beginning the process.\n\n____________________\n\n\nLaserfire flew past, the lizard’s aim being god-awful as it was. Then again, no one could shoot behind them accurately while running; that was a fact. Smoke from the clay buildings around both him and the snow white rabbit in pursuit of him filled the air, polluting the moisture collectors surrounding them. \n\n“You fool,” Cyra mumbled to herself. “A laz gun? IN TOWN?!” The beams of energy flew past her as she dove, hitting the supports of a merchant’s stall. It burst into pieces. “If one of us has a shield, we’re all done for!”\n\nThrough the hot, sandy streets of Erequis. Merchants were staring as the outworlder struggled to keep her footing in the loose sands. They knew well enough to keep out of harm's way, though, as those who dared to get in the way of the mercenaries often found themselves with a hole in their head, and that was a waste of the body’s water. \n\nCyra’s sweat gathered beneath her Aetherweave suit, naturally absorbing into the material, as was required in a climate like this. Without proper protections, one would not last long on Erequis. Even with her advanced technology, which the people of this backwater planet only wished to achieve, it was not enough. A proper suit would make running near impossible. She took this into account when going after her target. It could go one of two ways:\n\nTake his Filtration Suit and leave him stranded in the southern regions, then come for him within a few hours, or perhaps one of the Worms would have gotten him. The other was chasing him while he was wearing the suit, and catch him more easily. As kind as Cyra could be, she was very talented at her job. \n\nDeadly, even.\n\nHowever, he had woken up from his tent as she was compressing his suit into one of her containment capsules. Knowing he was caught, he grabbed the nearest laz gun and bolted. \n\nSo there they were. Outside of town, wide open, past the main shield which kept the town a slight three degrees cooler than the surrounding atmosphere. The brown, sand-crusted lizard turned. He knew there was no escape. Despite the whole desert before him, he would only last a few hours. What were the odds of someone finding him first? Maybe hitching a lift on a Spice Harvester? No. Everyone knew Worms were ever-present around them. Wherever there was spice, there was a Worm, at least one. And if he hit drum sand? \n\nHe may as well take his chances.\n\n“Mercenary!” He turned and shouted to Cyra. His eyes held that blue within blue of those of this planet. Those with a spice-rich diet, unavoidable on Erequis. “What say you and I bargain?” He held his laz gun as if to say, ‘This? Oh, I’m holding it for a friend. I don’t even know what it is.’\n\nCyra stood there, her blaster at the ready. She never trusted her targets. Her short ears blew in the wind, green eyes squinted to focus in the blowing sands. The itchy trigger finger she always kept in check wanted so badly to end it now. But she knew better, she was patient. Her light brown cloak struggled to cling to her body, barely maintaining its position around her neck. Her green glowing suit beneath seemed to radiate her frustrations. “I can bring you in warm,” she took in a deep, sandy, spice-scented breath, “or I can bring you in cold.”\n\n“Aren’t I already warm?” He chuckled and took a step forward, then another. The heat from the sun was practically baking him. Inching ever closer, his attitude shifted to one of a close friend. Cyra didn’t like it. “What would happen? You get your money. I escape whatever petty confinement I end up in, and we do this all over again.” \n\nCyra lowered her gun. She knew this was true. Scum like him always found a way out. Places like Erequis were hives of scum and villainy, no matter who the duke happened to be. “I believe everyone gets a second chance.” The lizard grinned slyly. “You’ll get yours in Calusa Cacundus.” She quickly drew her gun again and blasted his knees. \n\n“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” He fell to the sand, face down with a thud. Quickly, Cyra pounced on him and bound him in cuffs. Through gritted teeth and pained howls, he spat insults and foul language. “That was dirty, you-” Cyra quickly muzzled him before he could finish that sentence. \n\n“I hope Sis is ok.” She shook her watch, seeing that it was caked with sand. “Darn stuff destroys tech so fast.” She dragged her target back to town, warm as always. \n\n____________________\n\n\nSunlight beamed into the clearing. The flora had shed its multi-colored hues and donned a more familiar, drab olive-green color. Various insects buzzed around, no longer frightened by that glowing intruder that had been storming through the forest the previous night. \n\nThe said intruder was held within the bright green plant in the center of the clearing. Terra’s snow white head stood out against her covered body. A four-winged insect landed on her pink-stained forehead, inspecting what the plant had finally captured. The ticklish movements slowly woke her up, her eyes fluttering open, little moans of weariness floating through the trees. “Sunlight?” she asked weakly. Her eyes had shifted in color. Where her eyes were once a deep, amber color, they had become a dark, natural shade of green, and her sclera were dark black. Her vision reflected this change equally. The colors were wavering, constantly shifting to dark hues, with reds, oranges, and yellows flying past her. “What?” She blinked. It was like flipping a switch. Since when did she have heat-vision? \n\nThen she remembered. Terra looked down as she saw her body encased in the plant. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but didn’t get the chance. A vine that was lingering behind her shot into her mouth, muffling her cries. “MMMMM! HMMMM!” She wriggled, finding that she wasn’t entirely held to a standstill. She was able to lean left and right, but there was no sign of this creature, plant… whatever-it-was letting her go. The vine slid deeper into her maw, preventing her from biting down, and started spewing some sort of fluid down her throat. It was thick like slime, but had little to no flavor. To say it was ‘grassy’ would be a little on the nose, but ultimately correct. The flow of liquid didn’t seem to stop. Terra could feel her stomach filling, inflating, reaching critical mass. It was visible through the enormous leaves that held her. \n\nThe assault didn’t stop there. From within her planty prison, something was poking at her lower entrance like before. No, please! She tried to press her thighs together, but her form was locked in one position. Terra felt the thing push past her untouched lips and slither through her cavern. If she didn’t know any better, based on the little, ever so slightly sharp pricks, she was feeling as it traveled up and into her body, it was that first vine from the night before. “Ish hy shoot hone?” (Is my suit gone?) What had happened? Was it dissolved overnight, or maybe this vile flora had squirmed underneath it and ripped it apart? Either way, she was likely naked within this plant, and that left her at its mercy.\n\nWherever the vine touched, she felt the heat return. It was near unbearable. She gasped, the sound muffled by the vine in her maw. Sharp breaths spilled past her stretched lips as it pierced her womb. It ran around and around, poking the sensitive insides like a housewife running a sponge around a stained coffee mug. Her squirming doubled. No, tripled! Tears fell from her eyes. Tears of pleasure. The euphoria this plant was giving her was unlike anything she could have dreamed. Never having been with another, she didn’t know what it was like to share in intimate touch, but she was sure this was an outlier. Even as the vine was yanked out of her womb and out of her pussy with a SHCLORP, she still felt it! \n\nThe vine came back for round two, entering her ass with no resistance. It pushed deeper and deeper, farther than Terra thought possible. Her stomach began to twitch and wriggle as she felt it push up and into it, squirming and flailing around. Her body began to sweat; she could feel herself able to shift a bit more as her skin got warmer and warmer. Whatever the vine was doing to her, it may be her ticket out. She pushed and rocked her head around, managing to pry the liquid-spewing vine out of her maw. “BUH!” She gasped as her stomach twinged and squirmed. “What is it doing?” Terra tried to pull her arms free, but they were trapped behind her. “What are you- goh…” The vine found its way out of her stomach and continued to wriggle through her insides. Her breathing became strained as her throat started to bulge, her esophagus clogging up with the object! \n\nAt last, it shot from her mouth like a chest burster, flailing like a fish out of water. The short spines along the body of the vine didn’t look intimidating, nothing like thorns from a rose, thank goodness. But they seemed to radiate a glowing, yellow mucus. A drop flew from the thing and splatted against her face. The minuscule area where the liquid landed on her cheek made her so burning hot, she felt like someone had dropped acid on her. Terra’s strained breaths sounded around the clearing as the wet plant turned to wrap itself around her face and into her ear! Terra’s instincts were telling her it was too late now. Even if she were able to slide out like a melting icepop, the vine was holding her in place! And now that it was literally IN HER HEAD, she had better not resist. If she were able to remember any of this afterward, she could document this for the lab. \n\nShe had no chance. Terra cowered, her voice making small, whimpering noises. Despite the fantastic euphoria in her body, this gave her a feeling of insecurity. She had done several felonious and borderline unethical experiments in the past and had used many methods to document research that no one had ever dared to do, risking life and limb. But this time, and only now, she felt like she had bitten off more than she could chew. Her body jolted as the vine touched her brain, coiling around it and smearing the golden mucus. \n\nHer brain was shutting down now. Resistance faded. Her eyes fogged over, savoring the extra blast of bliss that the vine was giving her. “Hehehehe,” she mumbled through the vine sticking out of her mouth. “Theelsh tho ghood.” (Feels so good.) Terra’s vision went completely infrared. \n\nFrom the ground, more vines erupted. These had clear bulbs on the end of them, with long, thin, needle-like points. Within the clear bulbs held a purple liquid, sloshing around, clinging to the sides as the various arms of Terra’s captor leaned left and right, as if waiting for a signal. So many of them lingered around. She was in no position to count them all, as if she could even focus on such a task. The spiked vine slowly uncoiled around her brain and pulled out of her ear, leaving a yellow residue behind. As soon as it slithered backward into her throat, the others lunged for her at once.\n\nHer neck, breasts, nipples, thighs, ass, clit, and anything else you could think of on her body was stabbed. She gasped, her voice going an octave higher, as the purple liquid was injected into her body. It was like the fire within her was being doused by a cool rain, but it wasn’t enough to calm it. In fact, it was only enough to prevent her from losing her mind to the drug-induced euphoria completely. The needles pulled themselves out once they emptied their payload and retreated back into the ground, leaving a clear mark of their presence. The veins surrounding their impact point were dyed purple, like a symbolic tattoo; several of them covering her body. Surely they would show on the rest of her body as well. \n\n“Why is this happening?” Not once did she reckon that this was all her fault. The tightening grip around her chest was suddenly looser. The leaves that wrapped around her front were peeling open, but only enough to expose them to the elements. Her body steamed in the fresh air, the humid environment inside the plant being far more moist and warm than the forest of Xylos-9. This confirmed her suspicions: her suit had been somehow disposed of. Her areolas were three times the size they once were and as green as her irises. The veins where the needles had penetrated her nipples and breasts were present as well. She was marked.\n\nUsually, she would be in an analytical phase, uttering such phrases as, “Was this due to the injections or my prolonged exposure to this sentient plant?” Perhaps something like, “Fascinating. This naturally occurring Flora is able to alter my body. Or is it naturally occurring? I can’t rule that possibility out yet.” Or if she was getting into the research to such a degree, her excitement was taking over; it would be, “AMAZING! It altered my body! Where’s my camera?! I need to document this!” and strip completely naked if possible, taking nudes of herself in the name of science.\n\nHowever, her brain was in the drink, too. Any thoughts that remained were watered down to the simplest elements. “Titties?” She muttered. Unable to see that they were green, thanks to her new infrared vision. However, the heat radiating from her body made them look dark red, her nipples an even darker crimson. \n\nHer discovery, albeit hindered by injections, was interrupted once again by MORE vines. These were tapered and looked undoubtedly phallic. The ribs along the first few inches of the insertable length sat menacing, promising added pleasure. But this didn’t register, only seeing dark blue outlines ominously standing in her vision. More vines… \n\nThey dove toward her breasts, pressing into her nipples. Prodding at the narrow entrance, the slick vines toyed with her mammaric protrusions, circling them, teasing them, coaxing them into a false sense of security. Terra giggled. Her fur was getting sticky with whatever it was leaking from the narrow tips. They pressed into her supple flesh, the B-cups not providing much room for error. This strategy worked. They popped into her nipples, stretching them beyond what Terra thought possible. Her head shot back in bliss, a spasm coursing through her body like lightning. The ribs slid deeper inside with a wet SCHLICK. \n\nTwo more vines came up from inside the plant, slipping inside her now-dripping pussy and stretched-wide asshole. Entrances that didn’t – nor couldn’t – put up a fuss. All at once, they started thrusting in and out, slowly. Meanwhile… a need ran through Terra’s mind.\n\nShe was empty.\n\nBut why? Anyone would argue that she looked pretty full!\n\nA heat from her clit went unnoticed as she savored the feeling of her holes being used, even if she wasn’t being treated as roughly as with the spiked vine from before.\n\nHer organic confines grew tighter around her thighs. Was something worming its way up? Past her penetrated breasts and inflated belly, a bulge was growing. It looked very much like hardware she shouldn’t have. Growing rapidly, the plant’s walls wrapped around it like a tight spandex suit, and it began to look more and more like a horse cock. The medial ring, thick shaft, and flared tip got longer by the second. Even a dangling set of balls made themselves known beneath them, even if they weren’t tough enough to stretch their prison as far as her cock.\n\nTwo vines shot from the ground. The needlepoint vine returned and gingerly poked a hole in the natural walls of the plant. Then the other, just like the ones before, used it to pierce through and stretch a body part open – this time Terra’s cock – slowly thrusting deeper into the shaft.\n\nWith nearly all of her sexual orifices violated, the pleasure became overwhelming. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, practically begging for something to enter. Eyes rolled in the back of her head, secretly hoping this would escalate. The heat that swarmed her body made her sweat, the smell seeping into her nose. She was getting high off her own supply. It was sweet, like the pink fumes before, but more concentrated! Terra huffed. Terra panted. Terra whined.\n\nMore. \n\nShe wanted MORE!\n\n…\n\nFrom the ground, more came. Bulging the various vines that violated her body, something was rising. Like an ant colony climbing a stalk, these bulges pushed their way through the inside of the vines and worked their way toward Terra, until…\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nOne by one, the round things entered her body.\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer breasts felt heavier.\n\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer womb was being filled by whatever these objects were.\n\nSCHLOOP\nSCHLOOP\n\nHer stomach, already overflowing with whatever substance it was, these things were now floating in it, like buoys on the water. And the one that shocked her the most. The one thing that made her want to scream. These objects, same size as the rest…\n\nSCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLOOP\nSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOPSCHLOOP-\n\n… were being shoved into her new cock. They were lodged in her shaft, making large goose eggs along her new manhood. But as more and more were pumped in, they slid down, resembling a very daring size of sounding beads.\n\nTerra couldn’t restrain herself. She screamed. She moaned. She made all the little noises that were reserved for two lovers deep within the throes of passionate sex. Her body was getting heavier with each load, bulging to massive sizes. Surely, her plant prison would burst from these breasts, now as large as her head! But no, they kept coming. Even for her balls, which must have been nearly a quarter of her overall body weight by now.\n\nAnd then, just as she thought this plant had revealed all its tricks, she found out she was wrong. A final pair of vines sprouted up and penetrated her skull, injecting their purple fluid directly into her head. There was no pain.\n\nOnly an instant understanding.\n\n“Eggs.”\n\nThe haziness went away, but it was too late for her to escape now. There was no reason for the plant to keep her under its spell. What sprouted from those two points on her head were green antennae, no longer than her forearm, striped in green and black, just like the colors of her eyes. “Yes,” Terra smirked. “I must share this with her.” She continued to savor the feeling of HER young filling her body. \n\n____________________\n\n\nCyra’s ship landed next to Terra’s. The same model, only far more advanced for her missions. She insisted that her sister have all the same equipment as she did for the sake of safety, even if she had to bend a few rules or pull a few strings. \n\n“Terra!” She ran off the landing platform and up into the other, which was mysteriously left open. “Terra, how many times have I told you not to- HEY!” Birds had roosted within Terra’s ship. They built their nests above the block heater, underneath the dissection table, and in the upper supports. Not to mention the mess. “Get outta here!” Terra pulled her gun, firing a warning shot at the floor, knowing it wouldn’t rupture. The birds flew away, screeching and cawing their disapproval. “Terra!” The green-eyed sister searched the sizable, two-room ship. The lab/living quarters were uninhabited, and the flight deck showed no signs of activity since they had arrived. Even the logs were unadjusted. “No logs… She hasn’t been documenting anything. Not a single iota of data.” She grimaced. “Something is wrong.” She ran out of the ship.\n\n“TERRA!” Armed with only her blaster and Aetherweave suit, Cyra entered work mode. She never had to hunt down her own sister. If she wasn’t careful, she’d blast a hole right through her skull out of fury. “I told her not to leave,” she panicked. “I told her to stay on the ship. And what did she do? SHE LEAVES!” Cyra panicked as she ran at full sprint through the greenery. “I knew I should have put a chip in her…” She likely would have discovered it at some point, though. “Wait!”\n\nShe checked her watch, hoping to get a signal from Terra’s Aetherweave suit. If it were anywhere within a mile radius, she could reach her in no time. There was a faint signal, though not an ordinary one. “Oh, that’s not good.” She turned east and bolted. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Cyra panicked, her thoughts racing. What could have happened? Some animal had her in its den and was eating her alive! No, she was hanging upside down in a spider’s web, waiting to be made into its dinner. Her eyes watered slightly. She was emotionally compromised. What if she were only detecting a fragment of her suit and Terra was already gone? “No, she’s tougher than that.” \n\nTime seemed to slow down to a snail’s pace. She ran at breakneck speeds, but every step was like an inch. “Terra!” She shouted as she ran. Wildlife bolted out of her way. Another one of those obnoxious creatures was here. \n\nFinally, she reached the signal. It was an empty clearing. That is, aside from a tall bulb of some kind. There were vines all around, and it had a pink head sticking out of it? “What is?” Cyra looked at her watch again. She was right on top of the signal. Whatever it was inside the bulb looked vaguely familiar, especially those ears, but it was turned the other way! “Hey, you!” She switched the safety off on her blaster. “I’m looking for a rabbit.” She felt stupid, talking to this thing like it understood Galactic Standard.\n\n“White fur, looks kinda like me, long ears. Have you seen…”\n\nThe bulb opened before her, revealing the contents inside. An anthropomorphic figure. Its massive cock had a swinging sack, nearly reaching the ground. Its breasts were dangling from its chest like someone had overstuffed a rucksack, far too big for its body, almost comedically so. The inflated belly was jiggly and wiggled with each slight movement. Bizarre purple markings littered its body, almost like someone had a stroke at the tattoo bench. The lumpy sacks looked like there was something inside them, and liquid oozed from them at a constant rate. Most importantly, its head. Completely pink, it had two long ears down to its knees, also pink. Two green antennae stuck out from its head, a bonus pair of head adornments.\n\nIt was a grand unveiling.\n\nThe creature opened its eyes, green and black, staring directly at her.\n\n“Cyra.” A sultry voice left its mouth. \n\n“Wait, how do you know my name?” She raised her blaster in response. It was then that she saw the remains of the Aetherweave suit at the creature’s feet. Small shreds of black and blue. “Oh no…” She dropped her blaster. Her voice hesitant and shaky, she dared to ask. “Terra?”\n\nShe didn’t respond. Instead, Terra, or what she had become, smirked. “Join us.” Vines erupted from the ground and immediately rushed the bunny. \n\nIt was no use. Cyra was beyond emotionally compromised. She was lost. The rabbit fell to her knees in shock. The vines quickly grabbed her by the thighs and underarms, while others tended to rip her gloves, boots, and vest off. Her green eyes fell in horror. “TERRA! WHAT HAPPENED!” She was lifted into the air and brought before the creature. \n\n“You will join us. A fine specimen indeed. More flesh sacks for the young.” ‘Terra’ raised her hand, revealing sharp, thick thorns for claws, and ripped through the Aetherweave suit. She had adapted. “Yes,” her hands caressed Cyra’s chin, bringing her closer. “Strong.” She then looked to Cyra’s lower body, now exposed. Wide hips, strong calves. The only features that needed adjustment were her breasts, which were practically non-existent. \n\n“I don’t know what happened, Terra,” Cyra pleaded through ugly sob, “but this isn’t you!”\n\n“I,” the creature placed a hand on her opulent chest, “Am the Queen of Xylos, the living Jugglus Oviparus.” Vines with the purple venom appeared from the ground and thrust themselves into Cyra’s body. Her breasts got a double dose. “And we shall spread our children throughout the galaxy.” \n\nCyra let out a pained cry, the needles not being kind. She knew she never should have left Terra alone. Her hubris was often her undoing, but never to this degree! “You’re not my sister anymore…” Her tears fell in heavy wads from her eyes, the combination of the needles and the emotional damage from the situation. The queen watched in delight as Cyra’s nipples began to widen and turn green.\n\n“We will be again.” Her stomach grumbled. “A gift.” She yanked Cyra toward her, her lips pressing against hers. Cyra was helpless to escape. If she could have seen it coming, she might have tried more desperately to escape. Something was crawling up from the queen’s stomach. Their tongues intertwined and twirled, sharing an unholy passion that they had time and time again. But… this felt different. It wasn’t the same. Her breath, usually tasting of coffee and other caffeine supplements, was vile and putrid. She wanted to break away, but couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything when she suddenly felt something entering her mouth. Something slimy, wriggling, and… alive! Cyra screamed, but was held in place by the vines and the queen’s unusual strength. More and more of these unknown things were forced down her throat as this new, corrupted entity brought her closer to the brink of destruction. \n\nIt didn’t help that vines penetrated her body as Cyra was being played with. Stretching her nipples, ass, and even her pussy open. Eggs filled her body instantly. She did not receive the same treatment as Terra did. There could only be one queen. However, the Jugglus Oviparus would ensure that her first corrupted soul would be the most productive, aside from herself. \n\nQueen Terra pried her tongue out of Cyra’s mouth. “You must carry the young, Cyra.” Cyra hung there with an empty expression. Terra had missed a fair portion of her filling, but she was already looking beautiful. Even her green horse cock had developed, but had not yet been penetrated. She held out a hand, and the vine to do so lay in it. Terra wished to do this personally. She aligned the vine with the new, untouched hole and pushed. “This won’t hurt a bit, sister.” It slid inside without any effort. A slight gasp from Cyra as she accepted her fate. “Lay her down. I wish to fill her with my cock.” \n\nIt was done as she was bidden. Terra stroked her erect cock and mounted Cyra’s body, aiming her hole at her sister’s mouth, open and ready to accept her seed. Terra did not waste any time. She thrust her shaft into Cyra’s throat, going balls-deep immediately, savoring the tightness of her sister. The many times they had indulged in their sexual play hadn’t compared to this. Each deep thrust was like a brain cell being forcefully washed away. To enforce this, vines entered her skull and flooded her brain with the same mucusy substance that was forced into Terra’s stomach previously.\n\n“Soon, we will be one, sister. You will serve your Queen. We will spread the young across the galaxy united.” She spooged her unbirthed eggs into Cyra’s stomach, inflating her to the edge of bursting and not an ounce more.\n\n\n__________\n\n“Have you set the ship to autopilot, Cyra?”\n\n“Yes, Terra.”\n\n“Very good. All preparations are in order.” \n\nThe two sat in the cockpit of Cyra’s ship. After months of preparation, they had turned Terra’s old vessel into a near botanical replica for the Mother Plant and fused the two ships together. Safely uprooting it and planting it in the new section of their vessel, they could bring the mother plant with them wherever they went. All they had to work on was creating new mother plants to leave on other planets. They’d even harvested tons of eggs to plant within others they met on their travels. “Now, our colony shall grow.”\n\n“Yes, sister.” Cyra leaned in and planted a loving kiss on her Queen’s lips. They fell to the floor and started fucking on the spot. Their bulging bellies could always use more eggs. Cyra looked so beautiful with her new body. Her life as a mercenary was absolutely over. They served the Mother Plant now. That was more rewarding than anything they could’ve done before.\n"
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