Sentient Plant-Monster Fucks Horny Young Scientist [F and, well… sentient plant with many dexterous vines]

When you don’t need sleep, you have a lot of time to puzzle over the mysteries of the universe. How did we get here? Do I have a purpose? Why would a plant feed on human sexual gratification?

That last question would still keep me up at night, even if I could sleep.

But I can’t. I’m a plant. A sentient plant, sure, but a plant nonetheless. I have more sensors than my fern brethren and I can control my movements, but at the end of the day, I’m basically a fancy ficus. Rooted to the ground, I watch the world moving around me and wonder why I am the way I am.

Of course, humans come to study us. They want to know *where* we are and *how many*, but they should be asking themselves *why*. Why? By all logic, it doesn’t make any sense. Yet here I root, watching the path and waiting for a hiker that piques my interest. We can survive on sunlight alone, but we really thrive when we fuck humans better than their own kind could ever manage.

My kind. We’ve been around a long time. To live safely alongside humans requires a subtle touch. My ancestors would seize humans willy nilly and inevitably get torched. We’ve gotten smarter and the rules are quite easy. No tiny humans, and no one who says no to us. If we break the rules we get marked down in their books and burned to ash within the hour.

And wouldn’t you know it, the happier people are when they couple with us, the more we feel satiated too.

It’s win win.

Today’s a quiet day. I have an enviable spot near a hiking trail. The sun’s overhead and I’m bored. I just stare at all the things around me. I can see a lake off in the distance and there’s a brook that runs nearby. That’s something else I find myself wondering. Why can I see? I have no eyes. So why do I know everything that’s around me?

Sometimes it freaks me out. That gnawing existential dread isn’t limited only to humans facing the vastness of the universe and their own place within it. No, we plants get it too.

I don’t have long to ponder the meaning of my existence today. As a young woman comes walking up the path, I turn my attention onto her. She moves so smoothly, almost like water, and I’m intrigued by her body. I find myself imagining my vines twisting around her waist. She’s purposely not looking at me. I can tell. She looks everywhere but my large mess of tendrils and deep green leaves. I realize now, this won’t be a boring day after all. She sets her backpack down and takes something out.

A clipboard.

She tries to hide it, but I spot that familiar shape easily. She’s one of the scientists who come out to check on us. To make sure we aren’t being ‘creepers’. At least I think creepers is the word they use. All I know is that I follow the rules and I don’t get torched. It’s that simple for me and that’s all I need to know in order to make sure I survive this encounter.

The scientist has a tiny camera that she turns toward me. I feel like a celebrity. I have to admit that I suck in a few of my more saggy bits so I look better on film. I’d put on a bit of winter vine weight this year, and I’m generally narcissistic about my looks. I want to put on a nice show for whoever watches this later. Maybe I can end up in a textbook or plant guide as one of the ‘prime examples’ of my species. Wouldn’t that be nice!

Of course I’m not stupid. The camera is also a safety precaution for her, in case I do something unexpected. She’s never visited me before.

Learning her rhythms will be a welcome treat.

She pretends she has no clue I’m watching her. She strips her shirt and shorts off and reveals a thinly tied string bikini around her ample curves. Her red bathing suit caresses her beautiful dark skin. It looks so easy to pull off, my tendrils start to shiver. I push extra heat into my extremities to start warming them up for her.

My vines are swelling and tightening with anticipation as I watch her go through the practiced motions of stripping down. She tries to act casual but I can see her glowing with excitement already. She has something special about her. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or hunger on my end or whether she genuinely has that spark humans like to see in each other. That certain something that makes them risk it all for love.

*Love*. I’m talking like a succulent. Gross.

I’ve gotten distracted again thinking about love and succulents and how utterly dreadful they are to be rooted next to for more than a season. She’s already walked over to the stream and she dips her feet in. She rinses the trail dust off her legs and in the process she bends over, giving me quite the view. I like that. I like feeling special. She’s putting on a show just for me, and I’m happy to repay her in full when we start.

Slowly, I snake out one of my longest tendrils. It’s soft and thick and I have really good dexterity in this one. Carefully I let it slide along the grass behind her and then I gently tap it against the back of her calf. Knocking, as it were. Just trying to see if she’s ready to let me in.

As she turns, her halo of jet black curls bounces. There’s some deep red dyed in the ends and they catch the sun beautifully. She says something, feigning surprise. I don’t really speak any human language, but certain words I’ve come to learn. “Harder” is one of my favorites. She smiles at me, and a shiver runs through me like I’ve been hit by a heavy wind. I raise the long tendril high, and hold it out to her. The way I imagine humans do when asking the other for a dance. After a brief pause of uncertainty, she takes hold of it and I circle myself around her wrist. Little circles against the palm of her hand help me show her how dextrous I can be. I keep a firm hold of her hand as I walk her the short distance back over to where I am.

Before she can do anything much, I release my other vines so that I can cradle her up and lift her into the center of my mass. It’s where I’m most sensitive, sure, but it’s also where I will be able to reach her the easiest. In the center I can touch her everywhere and that’s what she wants. She giggles as I pluck her easily from the ground and I do too. Well, I can’t make sounds so it’s more of a wiggle on my end, but she seems amused. Carefully, I nestle her in the middle of all my vines and let her sit and get used to what it feels like to be on top of me. There’s no need to rush this part. It’s early yet and we have all day.

The woman is definitely a scientist. She seems to study each part of me with a curious gaze and her gently searching hands. Meanwhile, I pretend that I’m not purposely rubbing my tendrils underneath her legs and thighs as I slip them slightly wider open with my ministrations. So much of her focus is on my leaves that I feel a little bit saddened. I know we don’t have to rush, but I wanted her to jump me. To see me and sit in the middle of my tendrils and need them inside her so badly she just started fucking herself on me without waiting.

My standards are too high.

Though I feel her body pleasingly wriggle with tension and excitement, she still looks around studiously. I make it my task to dissolve that studious mindset. She definitely doesn’t seem to mind as one of my vines runs up between her thighs, passing firmly over the thin red fabric between her legs. I can feel her clearly and I know exactly where I’ll be spending my attention once it’s off.

I feel the vibration in her when I rub between her legs with another firm stroke. The tremble. It helps me know I’m on the right track. Sure enough, as she lets out that deep breath, she starts to glow ever so slightly. When humans feel excitement they emit light to us. The better they feel, the brighter it is. And that glow feeds us thoroughly. Hers is just kindling itself and I want to see how bright I can make it.

The lovely researcher smiles and reaches back to untie her bathing suit top. With one of my vines, I gently peel it away from her hand and set it on the grass beside us. She can get it later. Several of my vines shift up and quickly take the place of the fabric. My vines gently squeeze and writhe over her sensitive nipples, discovering what will elicit a moan and a flicker of light.

She’s very sensitive there on her breasts. Even compared to some of the others that visit me. They’re pleasantly large and I get to really explore them and she seems to like all of the dexterity I’m using. She rolls her head back and a deep groan comes out of her as her light flashes surprisingly bright at me. She’s that turned on already. I’ll have to make sure not to finish too quickly. I want to take my time with her. To make it special. To make sure she comes back.

I loosen my tendrils and use slower, more delicate sweeps. More of a caress than a grasp. She tilts her head down and stares at the leaves around her. I can tell she doesn’t know where to look at me. Hell, I honestly don’t know either. It’s not like I can say ‘my eyes are up here’. So instead I do a trick that has always worked in the past. I move a small handful of my vines into the shape of two big round eyes and a smiling mouth. I’ve gotten so good at this particular stage show that I make one of the ‘eyes’ wink. She giggles and leans forward to press more of her skin against the soft leaves at my core.

I think she just called me cute. But it’s kinda hard to tell.

Her hands softly reach down, knitting into my warm tendrils gently. She starts grasping at my vines gently as she slowly shifts forward to press her stomach against my leafy center. I gently use two of my softer vines to wrap around her legs by the knees and slowly spread them apart. I snake another beneath her flimsy bikini bottom as she mumbles something under her breath. Her face looks focused and yet her eyes are glassy as a glow shoots out from her core at my movements. The bottoms are so loosely tied that I don’t have to pull hard before the loops unfasten and it pulls free. As it slides along her I can tell it’s tracing between her folds so I am careful to be slow and teasing with it’s removal. Yet another of my vines makes sure it eventually finds its way to where her top landed and with that, there’s nothing else stopping me from being able to touch her everywhere I want.

And oh, I want to. She wiggles against me again and I rather unceremoniously trace one of my vines directly down her spine. She glows a little bit as it slaps against her now bare left buttcheek. I circle the vine for more of a pinch but she makes a sharper sound and the glow fades ever so slightly. I accidentally hurt her while trying to figure it out. And not in the way that the little swat had. I loosen my vine instantly and slowly rub that spot until her breathing evens back out to where it had been before. That was a close one.

It’s time for the next step. I’m getting hungry and I need her to glow more.

Over time, my species has developed a rather helpful sort of… lubricant. It’s mostly excess water that I collect when it rains. But, the longer I can keep it inside of me, the more condensed and effective it becomes. It gives our human partners a pleasant tingling sensation that lights up the nerves anywhere it touches and makes them more sensitive. For me and those like me, it’s honestly a necessity to make sure we…

Ahem…

Fit…

There’s just no way to sugarcoat that, but who’d want to anyway? That’s why we’re here in this glade after all. She’s here to get off and take some notes, and I’m here to feast.

My vine between her thighs starts slowly oozing my lubricant. It’s longer and thicker than the ones I use for small movements and dextrous shapes. No, this one isn’t meant for subtlety. It’s meant to fill you up. As it puts harsh pressure against her clit for the first time, she lets out a sharp moan and she grinds herself roughly against me to get more. She slides her body all the way up and down as though she were trying desperately to get every drop of the lubricant that she can to aid what’s going to happen in just a few moments.

I feel my own leaves trembling a little as the glow brightens. She may be too much even for me. Slowly I let that thick vine curl up between her legs and press more firmly. She sits up and rocks back and forth continuously as she fucks her clit on me. I’m almost lifting her off the ground with how much pressure I’m giving her and yet she still rocks her hips feverishly like it’s not enough.

I let a rush of the ooze come out of the tip of my vine. It sprays on her lower back for only a moment before it trickles down between her asscheeks. She freezes only a moment as one of my smaller vines gently presses there on her hole. I know how tight that can be and how important lubrication is, and she’s not ready. I know that. I pull it back, instead I offer her another large vine that she can use to slip inside of her. She’s seemed so desperate for me to be inside of her that I want to give her a thicker vine than the one she’s been grinding on. When she’s ready she can use this one inside of her and keep letting the first one rub along her clit.

Apparently she did not need me to coax her at all.

Without pausing she sinks down on me, letting out a sinful groan as the light in her momentarily blinds me. I can’t even see her for a moment and that’s something that usually doesn’t happen until the end. I like her a lot. She slowly grinds her hips but I think I can do better than that. Gently and carefully, I raise my vines and bring her completely into the air. Wrapping myself around her arms and legs and torso so that she’s not touching the ground at all as I flip her onto her back. I get to control her movements completely, and she lets out another blinding flash of light as I lay her down in the mass of leaves. But I don’t give her long enough to speak before I sink my vine back into her. It searches and trembles deep within her and she shouts out in desire.

Not to brag, but I’m totally going to get on a highlight reel with this one.

The slow and languid searching I had done is over. It’s banished by a much more frantic pace as I piston myself into her. There’s so much lubricant of hers that I send out extra of mine to compensate and make sure she tingles just the way I want. Her breasts heave as my vines grip them again, tighter once more as she futilely tries to arch and thrust her body against me. But I’m in control. With my vines wrapped tightly around her limbs and her waist I set the pace. They squirm and wiggle, tightening to remind her that it’s only when I let her that she can move. It’s a power I won’t relinquish until I’m sure she’s ready for the responsibility.

Her head lolls back and I flick one of my vines lightly around her neck, tracing it through her hair at the back of her head and tugging softly. She keens against the pressure and her glow begins picking up. I send another vine gently between her legs, keeping time with firm slides and spirals along her clit as I keep penetrating her with my thickest vine.

She groans and she’s speaking, pleading something. I don’t hear harder, but I’m pretty sure I hear faster.

My second favorite word.

All this soft glowing has made me desire the main course. She’s given me ample tastes and I want to devour her now.

I pull her back up into a sitting position only to then tug her torso down against my writhing mass. Her breasts sink into the vines and soft leaves in my center while I prop her ass up in the air. She grips her thighs around me tightly, and I let her start fucking herself onto me at the pace she wants. All I have to do is hold relatively still and keep pulsing myself against her clit as much as I can. She’s getting brighter and yet I see just the tiniest shadow at her lower back. As though there’s a spot on her body that isn’t in the throes of ecstasy yet.

Oh… So that’s what she wants now… Well, I am one to oblige.

Taking that slightly thinner vine from before, I lubricate her ass once more. She shouts out some sort of word of encouragement from the sound of it. I slide in and though I expect her to freeze and wait for her muscle to relax, she doesn’t. She’s so far gone, she doesn’t seem to mind the stretch. I firmly thrust inch after inch into her and I steadily increase my tempo. My two penetrating vines feel the pressure from each other as I make her all mine. And I am in awe as she rocks her body even faster against my madly thrusting vines.

I’ve never felt any glow like this. She’s perfect. She rides me for what seems like days, but I’m honestly unaware of how long it truly is. I can’t see the sun anymore. All I see is a glow emanating from where I can still feel her. Her light has eclipsed everything else. There’s only touch now, and I feel each grasped wrist and ankle. My vines trace along her trembling thighs, and I relish the warmth inside her. My favorite sensation however, might be the twitch that travels through her body each time I thrust as deeply as possible. She is completely overcome and she pushes against me harder and rocks her hips faster. I feel her body start to shake. I continue that frantic pace as she becomes unable to keep it up herself. But my god, she keeps glowing and I don’t stop until she nearly falls unconscious on top of me. She’s spent and honestly, I am too.

I carefully wrap myself around her, keeping her warm and safe as she gets her bearings back. I know for humans it can take a while, and I don’t mind getting a little extra glow on the back side.

That’s when I realize it…

I don’t see anything. There’s a whiteness and that’s it…

Oh my god. Did she blind me? What if I never see again? What if I have to rely on my neighbor plants to tell me when someone’s come to visit me? Oh god, if I have to listen to that stupid succulent Gary talk for a whole season I’ll find a way to uproot myself and throw myself off a cliff.

Okay… I need to stop panicking… I’m just blind. That’s all. It’s fine…

It’s not fine. I’m panicking…

She speaks to me. I realize that I’m squeezing her too hard. I was so focused on my fear that I wasn’t paying attention. I loosen my vines and flop down limply around her. If I could cry, I totally would. She says something in that same chipper tone from before, only this time her voice sounds rough from her moaning. Which I feel momentarily proud of, despite my current crisis.

I feel her soft feet picking a careful path so she doesn’t hurt me as she climbs out of me. She gathers her bathing suit and soon she’ll go home and tell the other researchers all about our escapade, but she’ll leave out how now I’m blind and miserable. I still feel like sobbing. How do I make that happen? I know how to wink, but I can’t cry yet. Crap. Well, I’m going to have plenty of alone time to figure it out now that she’s walking over to her bag…

Wait… I can see her walking over to her bag…

Oh praise all of the minor cactus lords and deciduous deities! I’m not blind after all! She’s still glowing like a freaking supernova, but the further she gets away from me, the more of myself and the forest I can make out again. She’s just overwhelming me with how bright she still is. I take the deepest breath I can, letting extra oxygen pass through all of my vines and leaves and I shiver in relief.

I can’t tell what she’s doing, but from the way the glow flickers I’m pretty sure she’s putting her clothes on. I watch as the glow dims more and more as time passes. She goes to the creek again and I watch that too. But she doesn’t seem to be putting on a show. She’s just getting rinsed off again.

After a few minutes, she returns and stands close. She talks to me. I like the sound of her voice. It’s beautiful. I reach out one vine and hold it to her. She takes it and I gently shake her hand. She laughs softly and with that, she says something that sounds a bit like a promise that she’ll visit me again. I hope so.

She lets go of me and starts away. The bright light she exudes only pauses a moment near where her pack had been and then she continues away. It’s only after she’s a good distance through the trees that I’m not able to see that overwhelming glow.

I snuggle slightly against one of the warmer rocks near my spot. I feel surprisingly fat and satisfied. I think if she were to come around more I would grow literally too big for my spot. I hope I don’t outgrow my glen. After all, I want to look good for pictures and I’m already carrying that winter water weight in my leaves. That’s what adds ten pounds, camera! I swear it!

I wiggle as a gentle breeze blows my leaves around. My branches and vines shiver slightly of their own accord but I don’t pay them much attention. I’m honestly almost tired after all that. That sense of dull post-coital relaxation blends into a more curious introspection as I let my mind wander more toward the wonders of the universe and my place in it.

Seriously though, why am I here?

Ah, damn. Not again. If only I could sleep…

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