A huge orange sun glowed in the iron gray sky above a small, jungle-shrouded
planet. Three planets shadowed the weak light of the dying sun, spreading
around it like stepping stones, or the spread of a winning hand in a poker
game. A gentle breeze ruffled the umbrella-like canopy in the top of a 600
foot tall tree. It was the only movement in the alien landscape. No birds,
no animals, no insects intruded on the botanical beauty of the landscape.
All was quiet until... Two space suit enclosed figures pushed through the
underbrush and paused in the clearing. They stopped and looked around, while
viewing their surrounding through the all-seeing eyes of their instruments.
Their orange suits added sparkling color to an otherwise drab environment.
The suits were marked with tags named Emily and Carson. "It looks like a
typical M class to me," a young female voice said. She turned so the
reflection cleared from her face plate, and a beautiful young face, framed
in blonde hair appeared in the plastic window. "The big difference is the
lack of chlorophyll. Still, I think the quarantine can be lifted, if we
exercise a little caution," Emily said authoritatively. "You're right about
the chlorophyll," a young man said as he surveyed the foliage around them.
"I wonder how they convert light into energy." "Maybe they don't. Maybe it's
an oceanic type of environment. Possibly microscopic life draws energy from
the sun, and these plants draw energy from that life." "Far-fetched," Carson
laughed. "Yeah? Well explain why the sap in these plants looks like blood.
Also explain the complete lack of insect and animal life. Every planet we've
ever visited has had animal life of one sort or another. The water here is
full of life. So why didn't it migrate to the land?" "Because... because...
because it did, but something on land ate it?" Carson said anxiously.
"Exactly. Let's get back to the ship before it eats us. We can continue our
investigation from the safety of the ship." "All right, but I can't blame
anything for wishing to eat you," he laughed. "I've considered it myself,
from time to time." "Luckily you didn't pursue that thought and you're still
alive. Our expedition needed a micro-biologist." Carson humped and looked at
his instruments. "That way," he said as they reached a familiar tree the
size of the Seattle Space Needle. "How can such a hot little bitch, be so
damned cold?" he giggled. "I'm not cold, just choosey." "Ouch, that hurts."
"Good, keep your dick in your pants." "Speaking of that, I need to take a
piss. Do you think I could break quarantine long enough to drain the
lizard?" "Drain the lizard!" Emily said in disdain. "That's so fucking
colonial." "That's me, Carson the colonial clown. So what do you think?" "I
have to pee too. Sure, let's chance it. The ship is a long way off, and I
don't want to smell urine for the next two hours." "Agreed," Carson said,
turning away and unsealing his suit. It took him several minutes to unseal
the bottom portion of his suit and drop it around his ankles. He sighed in
relief as urine shot from the end of his cock. He was suddenly distracted by
a squirting sound behind him. He turned to see a perfect, golden ass
spraying urine into the sand between her legs. "Shit, couldn't you do that
out of sight?" Carson groaned. "That's the hottest ass I've seen in months."
"Regulations," she reminded him, "we don't lose sight of each other under
any circumstances." "My God you are beautiful," he said, totally enthralled
by her golden ass, gleaming in the dim sunlight. "A random assembly of
commonly similar human appendages. Now turn away, I have to eliminate."
"Can't you say "take a shit," like everyone else?" "Shut up and turn
around." "Yessa massa, I's turnin," he said, shuffling in the sand as he
turned. "You are such an asshole," she groaned. "Yeah, I know. While you're
doing it, I might as well... TAKE A SHIT TOO!" he said, shouting the words.
Each did their business. Neither noticed the fact that long tentacles of
what appeared to be tree roots, crept closer in the sparse grass. As was
customary with the creeping plants, they first sought the heat which had
attracted them, then they coiled around whatever appendage they found
touching the ground. In this case it was Emily's naked legs and stocking
covered feet. The bottom of her suit lay several feet away. She barely felt
the first touch of the tree roots, and even when she did she attributed the
touch to her movements, not that of the roots. In a moment it was too late,
they had encircled her ankles. She looked down in surprise. "I seem to be
caught," she laughed, looking back at Carson. "Huh?" he turned in alarm. "By
what?" "Tree roots," she chuckled. "You are slow." "Actually, I am very
stuck, and they are not all that slow. In fact, they are very fast and
stealthy. Shit, Carson, get this fucker off me!" she said in an
ever-increasing shout. She found both feet solidly entangled by strong
roots. Carson tried to turn, and found one of his own feet snagged by roots.
"What the fuck?" he laughed nervously. "Carson, this isn't a joke. One of
those damned limbs is trying to get inside my pussy." "Who the fuck
wouldn't?" he joked, pulling on his own root-enshrouded foot. "This is
damned embarrassing," he said, getting more frantic. "Did you bring a
weapon, or a molecular cutter?" she asked. Normally she was vocally against
carrying such instruments of destruction, but at the moment she leaned more
toward self-preservation. "No, damit, nobody carries weapons around you, you
hypocritical bitch. Now I wish that I had. My desire to please you, the
original silver plated "we don't need to carry weapons in a peaceful
expedition" bitch, may kill us both." Emily watched as the root began to
bend, then sat up like a snake about to strike. And like the snake, it
suddenly did strike. She felt the softened, slimy end shoot up her pussy.
The force of the strike knocked her down. With a woof of expelled air, she
looked up at the pale gray sky above her. The next thing she felt was a
second tentacle snaking up her ass. The tentacle up her ass began to pump
out shit. It was not exactly uncomfortable, just different. She suddenly
found that she was paralyzed. She could still feel the lower half of her
body, but she could not move it. She could feel the tentacle inside her
pussy enlarging to fill every crack and void. As it finished it began to
pulse. This was not unpleasant at all, in fact it was extremely pleasant. It
seemed to gently rock inside her. She felt her pussy and ass heating up. She
unconsciously pushed her ass toward the roots, meeting their thrusts with
thrusts of her own. Roots or not, they felt good. In fact they were very
good lovers. She believed part of the wonderful feeling could be attributed
to chemicals in the root itself. It seemed to be well-adapted to large
animal life. They knew just where to probe and feed, and now to stimulate an
orgasm as well. She felt her orgasm beginning to heat up. As her pussy
secreted more juices, and generated more heat, she felt the tentacle growing
more excited. It generated great heat, and excitement inside her pussy. In
no time at all she felt her first orgasm explode. Her entire lower body was
on fire now. The tentacles seemed to be generating some type of aphrodisiac.
She was more excited than ever before in her life. She was suddenly
frightened as the second methodical pumping attack began on her loins.
"Carson, this thing is fucking me to death and I can't move. Get me out of
here." "I'm trying," he said, panting from behind her. "I have a small
knife." "Then use it, you moron." "Try calling the base camp," he panted as
he sawed on a root. He sawed through the tough roots one bundle at a time,
until it jerked back and withered, shooting blood from the severed ends. He
half expected to hear a scream, but there was only silence around them. "Did
you call yet?" he panted. "No, damit." "Why not?" "Because I am not going to
call in people to see me like this. I'd rather die." "See what?" Carson was
stunned into amazement. He turned to find Emily, sexily naked from the waist
down, being pumped by excited root-like tentacles. It was the sexist thing
he'd ever seen. He forced the roots around his ankle to turn enough to face
toward her. He squatted on the ground and watched. She was panting and
pumping her pussy against the tentacle. It was obvious that she was enjoying
it. Carson grabbed the waistband of his suit and began pulling it on, so the
same couldn't happen to him. "Are... are you enjoying this?" she asked
sarcastically as she turned to see him watching her pump her pussy against
the tentacles. Feeling suddenly exhausted, she closed her eyes and leaned
back, allowing the tentacles to do all the work. Somehow, they had learned
the art of lovemaking to a high degree. Emily began to suspect that she now
knew what had killed off the animal life. They had died as she would,
fucking a greedy, lecherous parasitical plant that would milk her of all her
bodily fluids, and leave her shriveled body to rot in the dirt. "Hell yes.
You are one beautiful slut. Even you pussy hair glitters gold in the
sunlight. I would give anything to eat that pussy of yours." "If you get me
out of this, you can eat it to your heart's content!" she screamed as her
third orgasm struck her weakening body. "It's a deal," he gasped, pulling on
the roots around his foot. He suddenly remembered a pack of matches in his
survival kit. He dug into the pocket on the side of his leg. It took only a
moment to find the green box and paw it open. He lit his first match and
touched it to the roots. The roots seemed to ignore it. He dropped the spent
match, gathered up small sticks and grass, and built a pile beneath the
bundle of tough roots. This time the fire flared up around the root, it
withered, tightened briefly, then released his ankle. It disappeared so
quickly into the nearby brush, that he could barely follow it's progress.
Carson hurried over to Emily, and alternately watched the tentacles sucking
her pussy dry, while he built the pile of grass beneath it. He couldn't help
it, he just had to pause and watch. Emily had her eyes closed. She was
thrusting mightily against the tentacles. Her pussy looked wet and delicious
in the dim sunlight. He was tempted to bend down and insert a finger. Just a
little taste wouldn't hurt. No, she had promised. He would help. He wanted
more than a quick taste. He wanted to eat and fuck that golden little bitch
until she couldn't stand on her own two feet. "Your promise?" he asked
again. "Huh, what?" she asked. Her eyes flew open in surprise. She looked
Carson up and down before she realized that he was free. "Yeah, sure.
Just..." she panted, closing her eyes again. "Just what?" he asked,
wondering how a thundering hardon would show up on the bio readouts back in
the ship. "Just wait a few minutes, until it's finished," she begged, the
first civil words she had said to him. "Sure," he said, first checking his
surroundings, then squatting on the sparsely grassed sand. He was safe
inside the suit. It was insulated so the plants couldn't find him. They
stalked heat, not movement. "Oh God yes," Emily panted, opening her sex
clouded eyes and staring at Carson as she pumped against the plant. "I feel
so damned sexy," she gasped, closing her eyes again. She panted in time with
each sexy thrust. Her leg muscles bulged with the strain. Her stomach was
washboard firm and nicely tanned, beneath the edge of the upper half of her
suit. Carson took his life in his hands by lifting the lower edge of her
suit with a black gloved hand. Her wonderful breasts appeared, bobbing as
she rocked against the loving roots. Her eyes flashed open. He could clearly
see her leering smile through the faceplate. "Like it or not, you are going
to fuck me to death once we reach the ship," she gasped. Her face twisted in
passion. Carson moaned, feeling his cock trying to bust a hole through the
front of his suit. "Oh fuck!" Emily moaned, intensifying her attack. The
tentacle increased it's tempo to meet her thrusts. Carson wondered how it
knew. Did it have eyes? He stood and turned, surveying he plants around him.
They just looked like bushes to him. "Oh yes!" Emily screamed. She froze.
Her face twisted in enjoyment. She licked her rich red lips, then bit her
lower lip between her sparkling white teeth. She screamed just once, then
fell exhausted on the ground. "Ok, get me loose," Emily said, looking up at
him. He ducked down and lit the pile of grass. The tentacles immediately
withdrew. By pushing the pile of burning grass beneath the roots holding her
ankles, they too disappeared. Emily struggled, but could to get to her feet.
Carson found her suit and dressed her like a small child. She held on to him
as her lower body slowly began to regain it's strength. He finally helped
her to her feet and they began limping toward the ship. "Don't tell anyone
about this," she hissed in her suit radio. "Don't worry, your secret is safe
with me. I will remember it forever, of course." "That's fine. We can come
back here later. Next time, bring a weapon." "What! You want to come back?"
he asked in horror. "Damned right. That was the best fuck of my life."
-the end-
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