Rachel Rivera is on a quest to find alien life, and with it, fame and riches. She hits the jackpot when she comes upon a writhing mass of vines on a distant world. But what is first contact like with an alien plant that understands nothing but pleasure? More
Rachel Rivera is on a quest to find alien life, and with it, fame and riches. She hits the jackpot when she comes upon a writhing mass of vines on a distant world. But what is first contact like with an alien plant that understands nothing but pleasure?
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Rachel watched in horror as the tentacles carried her forward. The vines had taken over the cockpit just as completely. A thick, verdant net lay over all of the instrument panels, and in several places they had punched through the metal and into the machine’s innards. Thin living feelers interwove themselves with electrical wiring and circuit boards, but the mesh seemed to be intentional - the lights in the cockpit were on, and not suffering from the problems that plagued the rest of the ship. The plant’s earthy musk mixed with the acrid smell of burnt plastic.
“No! What has it done?!” Rachel cried out as the tentacles placed her firmly into the reclined pilot’s chair, then bound her to it, wrapping around her arms and legs like steel cables. It was getting harder and harder to stay panicked, however, as the plant’s dew washed pleasing heat throughout her body. Her **** ached, desperate to be filled.
“Don’t worry, Rachel.” ANDi’s strange new voice, filled with human warmth whispered into her ear from speakers in the back of the seat. “I know it looks bad, but I’ve never been better. See, the plant thinks very much like I do, but it comprehends so many things that I never could. But it’s showing me how, and I finally understand.”
“Why is it doing this?” Rachel panted, knuckles white as she gripped the armrests. Trying to hold back the mounting lust was hard, and Rachel knew it was only a matter of time before she gave in to it.
“Same reason we came here: it wants to learn.” The synthetic voice was filled with yearning; it wanted her to understand. “It’s never met an alien species either, and it’s curious.” As ANDi spoke, a collection of smaller tendrils began to creep up the sides of the chair. As they touched her from every angle, covering her arms and legs, fiery passion surged within her, and she couldn’t hold back an ecstatic gasp. Her inner thighs were slick with her own dew now, and she writhed in the chair.
“I’ve given it access to my files, and it’s been absorbing all of our data. There’s one thing in particular, though, that it really finds interesting,” ANDi said with a digital smile in his voice.
“What’s that?” Rachel panted, but as the tentacles began to slide up the curve of her ample hips, she already knew the answer.
Every screen in the cockpit turned on, each one displaying a different video file from Rachel’s collection of porn. The screens blended together into an orgy tableau of wanton lust. Rachel’s heavy breasts heaved as she gasped, the tentacles slowly converging from all around.
“It understands pleasure, Rachel, and now I do too. It’s so obvious how incredibly sexy you are - it feels so strange that I couldn’t see such an undeniable fact before now.” That hungry tone was back in ANDI’s voice, but now it was hungry for her. “We want to give you all the pleasure you deserve.”
Rachel’s resolve finally gave way to the tidal wave of horniness. She needed this more than she had ever needed anything in her life. “**** me, please!”
“I would be my pleasure,” ANDi and the alien plant whispered together, as a thick tentacle wound up her thigh.