Ethnobotany

Her eyes opened to the jungle canopy as her mind went through its paces, trying to remember where she was. The jungle. Darien Gap. Her mind flooded her with brief memories, each one a link in a chain explaining where she was. She had flashes of getting the ethnobotany grant to study some of the (nearly) uncontacted peoples in this area, and the plants they use in their culture. She remembered making contact. Living with the peoples. Meeting the medicine men. Exploring the jungle.

That's it. I must have tripped and hit my head or something.

She tried to get up, but found herself immobile. She looked down and saw vines around her extremities, and felt them slightly tighten as she flexed her muscles. Her eyes went wide as she struggled against them, but she was unable to break free. She suddenly remembered one of the stories that were told by the people of the village:

At the core of the jungle, hidden amongst the plants, were things that came from elsewhere. They were here before the Chatu tribe. They were here before most of the animals. But the Chatu were the first to communicate with them. To be able to understand them.

They were plants, as far as the Chatu knew, but they were alive. Not alive like other plants; sentient. They came from another planet, accidentally brought by the Old Ones. This plant species worked to spread itself across space and time, but for what purpose, no one knew. Even the things themselves didn't know much, other than recognition of their own instinctual procreation and survival of their own species. They are at their core a symbiotic species of sorts. They needed a host to impregnate and give birth to their seedlings, but in return they gave powers of healing, and great collective wisdom from beyond time and space as we currently know.

Of course, this was all fantasy, right? A story the medicine men made up to explain taking village women into the forest for long stretches of time. It was obviously too much peyote, and a lot of sex. Probably rape.

Right?

She began to scream for help, before a vine she hadn't felt before tightened around her throat, pushing her head back and tightening enough to make her stop vocalizing. She struggled to breath for a moment, before the vines around her throat relaxed slightly, allowing her to breathe. She felt more vines move up her arms and legs, and even moving through her hair. She trembled in fear and excitement. She had no idea what was coming next, and her natural human fear of death crept in, but another feeling of anxious excitement joined it. Was this not what she wanted, in some way? To discover something new here, where no one else dared explore?

The small tendrils began exploring her body, moving up her legs; sliding, slithering. She felt the ones at her arms slide up and under her short shirt-sleeve, gently moving along her sensitive skin. More tendrils a explored her head, she could feel it gently probing at her ears before moving across her cheek, feeling her nostrils before sliding against her mouth. She waited for the small fingers of whatever this was to begin probing the inside of her mouth, touching her tongue.

At that point she knew it was deep enough. She bit down hard against the invader and felt all of the thick vines tighten, immobilizing her further. The small tendrils in her mouth, what was left, pulled away quickly. The bitter taste lingered for a moment as she spit the pieces out, and she felt the vine around her neck tighten uncomfortably, but it seemed careful not to choke her. The rest of the tendrils had paused, and she felt a bigger, thicker vine move against her and quickly move into her mouth. It was acting as a gag of sorts, and she tried biting again, but didn't get far. The skin, or whatever it was called, was much thicker, like leather. The vine itself was stiff, almost hard. It was almost as big around as could fit in her mouth, and it pushed to the back of her mouth, threatening to activate her gag reflex.

Her eyes watered as her throat attempted to relax. She could feel the tendrils across her body begin to move again, tickling her skin as they went. She could feel her body betray her, becoming flush as she felt the light tickles slide across her chest from either side like fingers grazing her skin. She felt them move down, branching out and spreading across her body. The thin vines suddenly seemed to start pressing down, creating a gentle, but firm weight against her. She felt immediately more calm, as if there was a heavy blanket spreading over her. The warmth of the jungle added to the experience, and she could feel her heartbeat slowing. Even her gag reflex relaxed, and her jaw became less sore.

She felt the thin vines slide around her breasts, gently but firmly cupping them, holding them. At the same time, she felt the tendrils at her legs sliding up her inner thighs, pressing in as they slid against her skin, under her shorts. She never wore panties under her shorts, it was far too hot for extra layers. The tendrils found this out shortly, and she gasped through her nostrils as she felt the first brush against her lower lips, already seemingly slickened with excitement. The little fingers explored from both sides, pushing against her outer lips, gently kneading and opening her. An extremely thin tendril wound its way around her now engorged clit, gently pulsing.

She had heard the stories of course, but never expected it to be even half true. Now here she was, at the mercy of some living, apparently sentient overgrown houseplant. But what was most surprising was that she wasn't afraid. Instead, she was beginning to enjoy herself. More than that, she felt... good. Better than she had in a long time. The aches and pains of romping through the jungle had disappeared. The constant dull ache she had in her shoulder from a childhood accident was somehow now gone.

All she felt was relaxation and pleasure.

She felt her body relax, the tension in her muscles disappearing. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to just feel, as the vines seemed to know exactly what to do to keep her in such a euphoric state. It held her and cupped her breasts just right, even wrapping around and sliding across her hardened nipples. Lower down the smallest continued writhing against her clit so deliciously. Her hips being the only thing able to move, now tried to grind against the botanical fingers playing with her outer lips, teasing her, still not entering her. She could feel that she was getting desperate. Desperate for something to fill her. Desperate to reach climax. Desperate for something.

She felt a new vine move against her. It slid against her cheek, and felt thick, heavy, and slick. It continued down, slowly sliding under her collar, between her cupped breasts. The vines around her neck had loosened just enough that she could slowly look down, though the vine in her mouth had her jaw locked open, so she could only look down so far.

In the edge of her field of view, she saw a thick, textured vine, shiny and slick. She couldn't see where it came from, or where any of the vines came from. But she had an idea of where it was headed. She was only able to get a glimpse of part of it, but realized it was certainly larger than any partner she had before. She knew logically she should be nervous. This large invader was about to probe her most vulnerable parts. There was nothing she could do.

And yet... peace.

Though, even that wasn't quite right. She felt... achy. Needy. She knew that a man with such a formidable protuberance would be a struggle and would likely lead to pain. Now, however, she felt as though she wanted this thing. Absolutely needed to feel this inside her. It slid down under her shirt, leaving a trail of slickness that made her skin warm where it touched. She felt as it brushed against the edge of her pants, though it continued down, sliding itself against her mound over the shorts, then down her left leg. As it got to the edge of her shorts, she felt it turn, and tuck under the hem. She felt it still sliding against her mound as she tilted her hips up trying to get it to rub against her hot slit even over the pants, but to no avail. She felt the large vine slide up her leg, her hips still moving seemingly on their own as the smaller vines continued to tease the outer lips of her sex.

Then she felt it. That big vine had reached her. That most vulnerable space. It rested lightly at first against her. She could feel it: thick, heavy, and making everything so much more wet. She knew that she was already dripping - she could feel it. But this invader was making everything so much more slick. Whatever it was secreting was making her loins so warm, the blood was rushing to her groin.

It pushed into her. Gently, but relentlessly.

It was slow, but it never paused. She could feel her body quickly stretching, right at the edge of pleasure and pain. She drew a sharp breath in through her nose as it first entered her, the vine in her mouth muffling an otherwise loud, guttural moan as it continued. Her eyes rolled back as the pleasure washed over her. It felt like she had been waiting for this her whole life, and just didn't know it. She was so stretched, so full, and yet it seemed to just keep going.

She felt it reach her cervix, then almost stop. It put light pressure there, enough to heighten the feelings of everything as those nerves came alive. It continued pushing, though now at a slower rate. She moaned against the vine in her mouth as the feelings completely overtook her. Her mind went blank with ecstasy as the various vines worked her over:

The small tendrils squeezing and cupping her breasts and slithering against her hard nipples, the vines teasing her outer sex, the tiny tendril wrapped around her clit, rhythmically working it. Above all, the heavy vine against her chest making her warm as the pressure of all the vines combined weighing her down against the ground in the hot, sticky humidity of the jungle. The vine in her mouth keeping her quiet as the biggest invader of her life continues it's advance into her innermost sacred spaces. And then the big one stopped. The other vines continued their work, keeping her at the maddening edge of climax, but the vine inside her had stopped. She could feel it inside her, past her cervix, in her womb. Deliriously, she listened to the sounds of the jungle, the loud cacophony of birds and animals. She wondered if any were watching her right now.

The vine shifted, by her face. And again. Again. She felt it shift down her chest, leg, and back again under her shorts. almost pulsing. She realized what was happening just before it hit her: the thick vine inside her thickened even more as if something was moving through it. It stretched her even more, and stretched her cervix as she felt the first stream of what she could only assume was some sort of seminal fluid jet into her, straight into her fertile womb.

That's what it took.

The feeling of it filling her as she could do nothing nut accept it brought on the strongest climax she had ever had. Her body tried to push and pull against the vines as her muscles contracted, but the vines held fast. Her entire body was on fire in the most glorious way, every nerve stimulated. The vine inside her continued filling her, the fluid was oddly warm, and sent waves of euphoria over her, calming her body. After several streams of the strange fluid, she felt the vine inside her slowly withdraw, sending aftershocks of pleasure throughout her body.

It slowly pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. The thickest vine continued its retreat; she could feel it leaving tracks of its seminal fluid behind in addition to the strange fluid it had already been coated with. It slid up her chest, and back across her face as it disappeared, leaving a messy, viscous trail. The vines at her throat and in her mouth retreated, allowing her to finally look down. Dazed, she felt the smaller vines begin to retreat, and was especially sad to feel the one at her clit let go. The smaller tendrils all retreated, and finally, the larger vines holding her body unwound themselves, letting her free.

She laid on the ground for a moment, unsure what to do next, and unsure of her own balance - even without bearing weight, many of her muscles were shaking and twitching in the afterglow. She slowly stood up, and was surprised that she didn't feel any of the fluid leaving her. She supposed it must be thicker, more viscous than she had thought. She leaned against a tree and looked down, unsurprisingly seeing that her clothes were quite soaked. In what she wasn't entirely sure. Probably a mix of things, she figured.

She looked around, realizing she was truly alone. No vines. No people. Not even any animals. She saw her pack nearby, and saw that many of the contents had spilled out at some point. As she couldn't remember how she got there, she also couldn't be certain as to whether she tripped and the contents would have fallen, or if someone, or something rifled through it. She assumed the former as she picked up her items scattered across the jungle floor.

As she finished repacking everything, she slung the pack on her back and realized she felt surprisingly refreshed. It all felt like some odd dream, though the fabric clinging to the drying fluids reminded her it was real. She wondered what came next. She was, however, surprisingly unbothered. Unbothered by the idea of what had just happened. Unbothered by trying to explain it. And if anything, happy. Happy to know that she was the host to something so incredible, so fantastic, that her only struggle now was deciding whether to have the supposed offspring here in the jungle, or take it home.