The Garden
11/11/2008 @ 9:55 AM
Uhmm.... plant/tentacle impregnation. if you like it, comment, if you don't like it, comment. I'm having a shot at smut, and this is the second or third one I've done, so give me a chance here.. Also, there may or may not be spelling errors.. deal with it.
The Garden
Melsanne. Hermaphrodite. 26 years of age. Most normal people see the hermaphrodite in text, and stop reading. Some rare people look beyond the strange breeding that created me, and see the charming person that is both male and female. I am Melsanne. I am a 26 year old hermaphrodite, in hir male phase. This means that my breasts are reduced to an A cup, and my scent gains a more masculine quality. I still retain my female sex and ability to bare children, I just can't fall pregnant when I'm in my male phase. My parents tried to cope with my upbringing. They were the ones that had genetically tinkered with my ovum to produce me, fusing one male ovum with one female ovum. Two became one, producing me.
In order to help me center myself, my parents told me to start gardening. Anyone with strong willed parents know that refusal isn't possible, and deffinately not suggested. So I took up gardening. I started with an odd mix of seeds for my garden, but my parents allowed me to place it wherever I wanted. Had they not done this, had I not chosen the place that I had, the following story would not have happenned, and the garden would have been destroyed. Yet I chose a secluded spot, one point five kilometres from the villa, shaded in a copse of trees. I was given the finest of composts to use, a preset bed, and the seeds laid out for me to use my brand new gardening tools upon.
I was given bean seeds, orchid bulbs, frangerpannies, mango saplings, and some weird little blue seeds that held a gentle heat to them. I started off by following my pre read instructions, checking the soil to make sure it was dark, and smelled of the richest earth. The smell would tell you how good the soil was. I then walked around my fifty metre by fifty metre plot of land, and thought about how to plant my seeds. My parents had granted me four mango saplings, so I'd put them in the four corners, space them out as much as possible. They would grow and need space. That just left the interior, to which I would put a ring of frangerpanny seeds. Like the grid of a naughts and crosses game, I would put several lines worth of orchids, and in the spaces provided by the lines I would put those strange blue seeds that don't have a name on their box. In order to complete the chaos, I'd put a line of bean seeds from the four mango saplings, through the frangerpannies, to the four corners of the grid.
I spent hours working in that garden on the first day. I used my shovel to dig the four corners and carefully dragged the mango saplings into the holes. I made a mistake on the first one by digging it too deep, so I had to pull the half tree out which caused my dark fur to glisten with sweat. I filled the hole up a third, and replaced the mango sapling. This time it was just below ground level. I covered the top with soil, and moved on to the rest. In an hour I had dug the four holes and filled them with the saplings. I used my trowel to set out the design I was intending upon using, drawing the earth untill I had a large, almost perfectly straight cross from the mango saplings to one another. At the very centre of the cross, I made a square. In a ring around that I made another square, of equal spacing to the first one. I then dug lines so that my two squares became nine.
Within the nine squares I made a small indentation and planted nine of the thirteen strange blue seeds. Even though I knew no one could see me when I was that age, planting those seeds made my female parts wet with excitement, and my male part grow hard. My face fur fluffed out, and I would have died of embarassement if anyone had seen me at that point. I quickly finished with those strange seeds, leaving a small damp patch of earth by the seed at the south eastern square. Within the deep lines I carefully planted my orchid bulbs, being careful to systematically place them at the intersections of the lines. I quickly sowed my bean seeds next, turning the massive X spotty with my seeding. The frangerpannies were sown in like fashion, quickly and hurriedly. I was starting to feel hot and strange. My penis was getting hard and painful, and my kitty was getting wet. I had to take off my panties because I was dripping everywhere.
I gently placed them in the absoloute center of the garden and hurried to the edge of the garden. I grabbed the packet with the last four seeds in them, and placed them at each of the four saplings. I had no idea what they were, but if the ones in the center didn't flourish, then the ones by the saplings would. I had had enough of the funny feeling I was getting, and went back to the villa. I washed off my arms and legs, making sure my dark fur was clean of dirt before entering, completely forgetting about my panties.
In the weeks, months, and years that passed, I spent at least one day a week in my garden, weeding during the summer was an every day job, but usually it was only once a week. The strange sensation I had felt that first time, which I later realised was arousal, never happenned again. The mango trees flourished with a rapidity that awed me, and the frangerpannies grew enmasse to cover the baren earth that was left untouched by my efforts. Through some type of fluke, or by genetic experimentation, the bean sprouts turned a brilliant violet and wove gentle tendrils around the mango trees, climbing up and forming the beginnings of a trellis. Every day I came out to work, I first took a picture before I even touched it, then took another when I was done. In the years that had passed, I had a small speel of images that told the life of my garden. It was a wonder to play them upon my computer, and watch the violet bean stalks climb their way up the growing mango trees. I watched every week as the frangerpannies grew, then spread accross the garden. My orchids sprouted almost immediately, a gentle red hash within the sea of yellow/orange. The only thing that troubled me, was the fact that those strange blue seeds didn't grow at all. I checked them the first month, then left them alone. Underneath the soil, instead of those tiny blue seeds I had started out with, bulbs half the size of an orange were growing.
With my taking pictures, I saw the slow changes my garden had been going through. Four months after my twenty-sixth birthday, I decided to find out why my bean stalks had formed a canopy and latice between the four mango trees, and even above the frangerpannies, orchids, and those strange seeds. One night, when my parents had gone out of town for the week, I decided to see what my garden looked like at night. I slowly made my way to my garden in my nightdress. I wasn't wearing my bra because I was in my male phase. As I followed the winding path to my garden, I felt arousal, a sudden need to breed, to fuck. Unconsciously I placed my hand around my dick as it surged upwards from my sheath. I chose my steps well, gently rubbing my dick as I came upon the astonishing sight of my garden.
The bean stalks glowed with a bright electric purple glow that extended a few feet. My crimson orchids had faces three times their normal size, and each petal gave off a gentle ruby light. My frangerpannies were a rising and falling sea of orange and yellow flowers. The webbing the bean stalks had made glowed gently above the garden, showing me in violet sparkles what my garden looked like in the darkness. Even though my garden looked absoloutely fascinating, I felt sorrow at knowing those blue seeds would never flower, only burrow deep into the earth and grow.
As soon as I felt that sadness, a violet tendril fell onto me from the latice above, gently curling around my arm and through my fur. I grabbed it gently with the arm it was wrapping around, and brought it to my lips for a quick kiss. I felt it, and heard it, as my garden shivered, it was a gentle rustling sound, though not the sound of dead leaves. It sounded like hundreds upon hundreds of feathers were being rubbed against one another. A second, third, and fourth tendril dropped from the latice. I took one tentative step into my garden, trying to edge my foot between the overgrown frangerpannies, but it became frustrating when they moved to place themselves underneath my foot. I accidentally stepped on one, and was surprised as that one flower supported my entire weight.
The violet strands wrapping about my arms tugged gently, and I followed, amazed at my garden. The crimson orchids were maybe two feet above the one foot high frangerpannies, their large faces only leaving four tiny dark spots where my blue seeds were. As I was moving towards the bed of orchids, the frangerpannies under my feet tipped forwards and fell, making me trip. I spread my arms out in order to spread my body weight, so as not to crush my orchids. To my shock, blue tendrils snaked out of the places my seeds were, catching my falling body and holding me up. I gently reached out and touched the tendril nearest me, and felt them gently lower me to the bed of orchids. As they retreated back into the ground, I grabbed the middle one and tugged. It stopped flowing back into the ground, and came out. Three feet of tendril came out of the ground, though it was more of an extremely smooth blue root than a tendril.
I hugged the tendril to me, gently rubbing it as I marveled at what my seeds looked like. I rolled over onto my back, and humped it as my dick touched it. It arched away from me, and I immediately turned away from it, hoping I hadn't hurt it in any way. To my surprise, it turned it's "head" towards my groin, and moved over it. It didn't touch me, just moved, as if it was looking or smelling or something. The other eight tendrils reappeared and started moving over and around me. I tugged my nightdress tight about myself, but I couldn't stay hidden from them. The tendrils snaked underneath my dress, and kept moving. I had no idea what was happening untill my night dress sarted forcing itself up my body, despite my effort to keep it down. I felt a gentle touch at my ribs, and then I laughed. I let go of the night dress, giggling softly as the gentle tickling continued, only stopping when the nightdress was off. I expected it to drop when they had finished with it, but was greatly surprised when two tendrils cooperated with a third to gently fold the silk dress untill it was a neat bundle, then watched as it was passed up to the violet tendrils of the beanstalks. The beanstalk tendrils wrapped around my nightdress and pulled it up into the canopy above.
Two tendrils wrapped around my legs, then my arms. Four tendrils held me in place as I watched, in anticipation, as the middle tendril I had touched earlier moved towards my dick. It nudged my shaft, and I cooed, rocking my hips at it. It nudged a tthe dripping head of my shaft, and slowly curled down it. It twisted around my dick, and I humped into it slowly, using it's constrictive tightness for my benefit. I never noticed where it was headed untill I felt it gently nudge my lips open. I immediately crossed my legs and froze, wondering what I was doing. This was a plant, a very, very, very strange plant, but a plant all the same. Did I want this? It pushed at my folds, trying to force its way in, but I kept my legs tightly crossed. It ran it's tip up and down my folds gently, teasing my sensitive flesh. I closed my eyes for a moment, then uncrossed my legs, opening my eyes to look down.
I felt more than saw the tendril ease it's way into me. I admit, I was disappointed at the thinness of it, then gasped in delight as it suddenly swelled, two, three, four times it's size. My cock swelled within it's tight embrace as it entered me, slowly thrusting itself in and out of my cunt, some type of liquid seeping from it as it moved within me. The tendril above my head came back out of the hole it had disappeared back into, and tapped my nose as the one at my feet, the central southern one, tapped gently at my anus. I clenched up immediately at the thought of something as thick as what was currently in my cunt moving in my untouched ass. I hadn't even gone to the toilet to empty my bowels! I was told to be lubricated extremely well if I was going to try anything in there, and I was deffinately not lubricated.
The one at my head tapped my nose again and prodded at my lips. I opened my mouth, but kept my legs tightly crossed as the other tapped at my anus again. The one moving in my vagina stopped as my legs tightened further on a third tap. I felt it move up my body, and I relaxed as it left my anus. The one wihin me pulsed slightly and the one moving up me stopped when I could see it. Before my very eyes it altered it's shape, rapidly growing thicker infront of me. I tightened up so fast the one shoving itself within me stopped abruptly. The tendril rapidly altered again, becoming a thin tendril, almost as thin as the bean tendrils that made up the canopy. I noticeably relaxed, even to myself. The tendril at my mouth nudged itself inside, allowing me to suck upon it, as the tendril above me moved back to my anus. It gently nudged it's way into me and I sucked hard upon the tendril in my mouth as it made me uncomfortable.
Almost immediately the feeling dissolved, and I felt the semi full feeling of my bowels lessen considerably. At the same time I swear I felt the tendril push deeper into me. A fourth tendril came up above me, swelled to a sizeable thickness, then split. Not down the middle or something as drastically as that. The head of the tendril split, and opened up. Inside was this vibrant pink/purple interior that glistened. I had a moment to wonder what it was before it nudged the head of my seeping dick, and engulfed it. I arched my back, gurgling at the sudden explosive pleasure, then almost panicked as all three of the tendrils currently inside of me went deeper. All of them spurted some type of liquid before they moved, and it made me feel funny, more stretchy. I could taste the light sugary syrup as it went down my throat, the tendril thickening as it slid down, spurting it's liquid. The one in my cunt did the same thing, before I felt it shift further into me. I think it did something to stop pain too, because I could swear that it was reaching past my cervix and into my womb.
The one moving in my ass thickened, stretching my anal ring and moving deeper. I felt it thicken more and more as the tendrils kept spurting their strange pain deadening liquid. The one in my throat went so far down it started to curl in my stomach, still spurting it's strange liquid. The one in my womb was almost gushing it into me as I rocked back onto it, and up into the one around my cock. This kept up for several minutes before it changed. It touched my foot first, and I just shrugged it off as the tendrils moving, then I felt it as a giant bulge nudged at my lips, ass, and cunt. Three giant bulges held within each of the three tendrils currently moving within me. And all three entered me, one after the other. The one at my mouth was first, clogging up my airways for a moment as I desperately swallowed to get it down and clear my lungs. The liquid stopped for a moment as the bulge was pushed out and into my stomach, then it started squirting again.
The one at my ass came next, stretching my anal ring far wider than I had ever though it could stretch. The bulge travelled deep within me, running upon a circular route as it followed my large intestine, then moved beyond it into my small intestine. It stopped suddenly, leaving a bulge just under my fur that I could rub. The one at my pussy was bigger than either of the two currently inside of me, and it slowly forced it's way inside of me, my vagina constricted tight around it as something the size of a football was forced up and into me. I gently moved the tendril in my mouth to my left so that I could see. What I saw made me tighten in anticipation, and a type of stunned horror.
My skin was stretched to the point that my fur was almost see through, the gigantic object making it's way into me was beyond impossible. The entire thing was slipped upwards towards my cervix, my vagina easily allowing it's entry. It popped into me with an ease that terrified me and brought me to orgasm at the same time. I lunged forwards, grabbing the thick stalk between my legs, and shoved it deeper as I came around it. The tendril sucking upon my cock received generous quantities of my male cum, the sheer volume making all the tendrils freeze as the one around my cock had to swallow quickly to keep it all inside of it.
I panted loosely around the tendril in my mouth, twitching as the tendrils moved within me. The one around my cock backed up and off of my dick, another one taking it's place. Another bulge touched my lips and my eyes widened as I saw bulge upon bulge upon bulge in the tendril who's tip was in my stomach. The chain started again, my mouth being entered first, then my ass, then my cunt. I squirmed and struggled within their hold, not in fear, but in excitement. This was a fantasy turned reality, I had always dreamed of being taken by a tentacle monster, raped and impregnated with it's eggs and seed, now I was wondering if these were seeds being moved within me, or eggs? More of the bulges entered my stomach, bowels, and womb. More and more of my stomach distended, bumpy outlines showing through my fur. I rubbed at them in pleasure, my orgasm ripping through my dick, then through my cunt as another of the football sized seeds was forced up into my womb. I kicked, humping the largest of the tendrils in ecstacy as another of the football sized seeds made it's way into me.
The bumps within the other two tendrils stopped moving forwards, pulling out of my mouth and ass, and moving into my cunt. I spread my legs as wide as possible, licking my lips at the sweet sugary aftertaste and clenching my anus to close it up, My stomach was now large enough to support a full grown great dane, my fur lined with bumps, some large, some small. Two more tendrls rose to my ass and lips as the previous tendrils wound around the larger stalk burried deep within my over full womb. I noticed a distinct difference about the tendrils entering me from the other two. These ones had rings around their lengths at about two inch intervals. Even before they entered me, they seeped with a thick gunky liquid that I swore tasted like cum. I opened my muzzle wide, licking at the tendril with my tongue, eagerly awaitig it's plunge into my throat and stomach. The one at my ass nudged it's large head against my open anus and plunged inside, causing me to screech in surprise, then the one at my mouth lanced downwards, rippling through my throat making me cum again and again at the thought of these things filling me with cum, making me over flow with their strange sperm.
I felt the one in my ass send delightful tingles through me as it's rings rubbed my anal ring as it moved in and out of me, making me squirm in pleasure. The one in my throat was doing the same thing, rubbing as it shoved it's head deep into the clutch of eggs within my stomach. I had completely forgotten about the three in my cunt untill I felt the oddest of sensations. The three tendrils were working in tandem, the small seed going in first, then the medium sized seed, then the football sized one, my belly growing enmasse as they nestled deep within me. The tendrils within my ass and mouth secreted a slick slime, allowing them to move faster within me, and make me moan in delight. The one in my throat and stomach came first. I immediately felt heavy as it gushed it's cum inside of me. I felt the head of the tendril expand, blocking any type of back flow as maybe half a gallon, or maybe a full gallon was pumped inside of me. I felt the tendril pulse within my mouth and throat, forcing more and more liquid into me. My stomach lost most of it's bumpiness, turning into a liquid bloated bag.
The one in my ass followed suit, gushing a torrent deep within me that had me twisting to make sure I received it all. I was almost screaming in blissful agony as my garden used me, filling me with it's offering of eggs and seed. The four tendrils wrapped around my arms and legs suddenly tightened, wrapping around my body as well. I realized why as the three burried within my cunt also came. Though they didn't have the rings of those two that seemed to be designed for cuming, they still pumped liquid into me with enough force that the tendrils struggled to keep me in place. My belly and womb bloated so far, it looked like I was pregnant with a pony... or two even! I came again into the new tendril around my cock, twisting and writhing hoping that this would happen again and again and again, as many times as possible.
A small green tendril popped into view, waved around a bit above me, then sprayed a pink mist. I gently inhaled, wondering if this was some type of perfume, and almost fell unconscious immediately. Since I had only gently inhaled, I wasn't fully under yet, so I was aware of something moving under me. I could smell the thick heady scent of a male in full rut, and felt a faint whisper of a hand against my back, then I was fully out for the count.
Demon,