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For the Love of Botany: Future Ch. 01

By: Athena_e19



Author's note: I have decided to continue one of my favorite series, For the Love of Botany. It has been a long time since I have added anything to this tale and only recently have found the inspiration to do so. I hope there are still some of you out there who have enjoyed the different tales that encompassed the series. I am always happy to hear from someone who is a fan of this fiction. Thank you for your encouragement. 

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Deep within a densely populated jungle a lone girl sits. She is naked in every way. Her body is a green tone that mirrors the giant trees and leaves which form a canopy above her. Her hair is a flowing mass of long vines and her eyes a bright and vibrant violet. She otherwise appears to be a perfect human female. Her body is flawless. Her waist is small and her stomach well toned. Her breasts are not large, but nor are they small. They are pert and sit high upon her chest. They are capped by a dark green areola. Her legs are long and as toned as her stomach. She is obviously quick and fit and capable of surviving the dangerous world in which she lives. Her name is Ariana and she is the only living descendant of the first of the Seeded. She is also the first of the Reborn. Here upon a fallen log she records her thoughts, knowledge, and life upon a bound book of cut hide. In the darkness, her pride and right are evident. But she is alone, for now. 

Much has been made of my ancestor's role in the discovery and founding of our society. Some of it is true, some of it is false, and some I could not decipher for you. A great deal of time has passed and there are too many breaks in the continuance of history for me to be able to definitively say what to believe. And then, what good does it do to tell you to believe in this or that. Some of you will believe me because she was the first of us to carry the seed of the plants within us. Others of you will believe me because I am the first of the Reborn and at the moment the only of them. I do not believe that my case is unique except in timing- soon others of you will return to seed and come spring will burst into this new blossom that I carry. 

For history's sake, because it means so little now, I will review some of what I know of recent (or more recent, if you will) history. I will try to avoid falsehoods and lies as some are prone to in this day. I am who I am. I am a descendant of the first Seeding and the first of the Reborn. Nothing shall change that and it is not subject to the political machinations of those who are late Seeded. 

You have been taught, like your sisters and mothers, the Histories and the Joys as recorded by Sarah. After the first Seeding, the plants and we, their providers spread with them. The wickedness of the unWomen or men as they once were was wiped clean. Sarah in her knowledge formed the first of the Seed kingdoms. It was based on simplicity of life and the celebration of the Seeding. You and I are still taught to revel in the pleasures of the Givers and their seedling. Sarah knew also that without the unWomen that we would quickly fade from the face of the earth. And so she set up the first of the Breeding colonies and the first rotations began under the new sun. These are the Golden Years. Not long after Sarah went to root did the age of the Understanding dawn. We learned of the blessings of the Givers- our longevity, health, and the neutralization of the threats of the warming that came in the early time. In these days, the last of the rebellions was put to rest and we learned to accept what happened in the world around us. After a hundred years of learning and peace we went to war again. One of our sisters betrayed the covenant made with the rest of womankind. She was deceived by one of the breeders and helped him to escape. This was the age of Turning and the Second Rebellion. He, as he is called, lit the world afire with the weapons of old and nearly wiped what had been created from its face. If not for the Givers we would have perished. But they carried us within their buds until the air was clean again. Many of them, and of us, had perished but there was still hope and we carried on. This is the most recent of the great events that have shaped and recreated the world. 

Out of the Turning came the new creatures- the tigrans, and the leonines, and the canine. These new beasts were different then their predecessors and were more dangerous in some ways. The tigrans and the leonines both are capable of inseminating and fertilizing one of the Seeded. The tigrans, a strange mutation of man and tiger and insect, are the most lethal. Their phallus is heavily barbed and will rip our sensitive passage to shreds during mating. It is not a painful death at first, because of the heavy endorphins released with its sting. It is not until the eggs began to feed of your womb and then your organs that the pain begins. Death is prolonged and always fatal. There is no way to purge the eggs from the system. If one of the Seeded is found carrying the signs of tigran breeding, we execute and burn the carrier. Leonines are also a strange breed of ape, lion, and insect- in this case scorpion. Leonines are also capable of breeding with us and procreating in that manner. The semen of the leonine includes a strange chemical which, upon entry to the bloodstream encourages feral behavior. Women who have been subdued and bred repeatedly often become fully feral and animalistic. They will enthusiastically mate with their leonine male and hunt and even kill their Seeded friends. The canine are the most natural of the new mutants. They are just as the dogs of old- just giants. The average canine is the size of a mule. They are trainable as pack animals and as guards. The trainer duty is dangerous because one bite is often fatal. In recent times we have seen several cults associated with the worship of canines. Some of the Seeded keep trained canine as sex toys. They are an enjoyable and animated partner, although difficult and expensive to care for. 

Some of you no doubt are wondering about me. After the second rebellion, my mother had been taken up and carried in the bud of her Giver as many of you and your mothers were. Once the air was clean, she was not immediately released- which was unique. Nine months after the air was renewed she was Reborn. She was pregnant with me, my father the Giver who had protected us for so many years. He went to root upon our Rebirth and she went into labor. The midwife who delivered me proclaimed me a Messiah or Savior for our civilization. I was an unknown then. My "royal" bloodline and the uniqueness of my birth made me an object of fear and worship. For those of you who will read this in the future I will include a brief description of my appearance. My skin is a soft green like the leaves of the Givers. My eyes are solid violet, no pupil or iris. My hair is hundreds of smaller tentacles, such as those of our Givers. I have complete control over each individual strand and am quite adept in their usage. Perhaps the most unique aspects of my appearance are my pussy and my nipples. When aroused, both undergo drastic changes, different from those of a human Seeded. My nipples look like normal ones at first glance when un-aroused. But after stimulation they rise up and harden. Their texture and appearance changed to that of a woody thorn. I have been told by my lovers that a prick of the thorn increases sensitivity and arousal tenfold. My pussy, as I said, also changes. At first it appears, again, as a normal woman's. Upon stimulation it begins to bloom and spread as a flower. Each of the petals is sensitive. Once stimulation has ended the petals will fall to the ground and my pussy will look normal again. I have self-experimented and found that I can produce dozens of blooms within a day. There seems to be no limitation to this function. As a normal woman orgasms, I bloom. The sensations seem similar except for the appearance and increased surface area of my pussy when it has reached full bloom. 

The young woman had grown tired. Despite the obvious superiority of her physique the last few weeks had been trying. She had gone from being a sacred object of adoration to thousands of women, to being a traitor and a mutant. She had challenged the new society which had sprung up in the wreckage of the Second Rebellion. Before the uprising, her family had headed a benevolent utopia of sorts. Now she was alone in the wastes, prey for the mutants of which she had just written and for those who needed her dead. Ariana rolled up the writings and stored them safely away in her woven knapsack. Then she went to root. To the Seeded (the women who had been chosen by their plant mates and born new fruit from the mating) going to Root meant death. For Ariana, it was literal. As she slept her toes furrowed into the ground and drew nutrients from the soil, replenishing her energy. It was her most vulnerable period. If her enemies were to come upon her quietly they could finish her before she had the opportunity to pull her feet free from the ground. This night would be a peaceful one- the last for a while. Ariana would be tossed between the rampant demands of nature and the manipulative actions of civilization. 

Ariana awoke to the sense of a disruption in the jungle near her. Since she had been born, she had, had intimate knowledge of the organisms that drew their life from the soil as she did. They were her kin, half-brothers and sisters in a way. The threat was not imminent, but it was close enough for her to wake with a start and immediately get in motion. It took her around a minute to fully break from the soil. She could move sooner if necessary, but she risked injury to do so. The vines atop her head went about gathering her belongings while her roots retracted into toes. She was patient; understanding that panicking could mean death. The moment her toes were fully retreated, she broke into a sprint. Ariana's running displayed a second sense within the jungle. Everything had its place and she knew them. If any other human had been around they would have been both aroused and awed by her beauty. The long viney hair trailed behind her as she raced. Her full breasts bounced happily atop her chest and with each full extension of her leg a burst of a pink fleshy region between her smooth thighs was revealed. 

The creature on her tail appreciated these assets, but it did not understand why. It had no understanding of the comparison of beauty; it simply understood pleasure and need. At the moment it was more focused on need and was willing to sacrifice anything to get what it wanted. The creature was a leonine, of which she had just offered a brief discussion. It had caught her scent early that morning and had been slowly drawing nearer to her resting site. Her scent had been strong there, an odd blend of the jungle around it and the distinctive smell of a human female. Before he had been able to reach her she had darted into the jungle a fair distance ahead of her. But he was fast and big and young and had easily covered the distance between them. In full stride, this young male leonine measured fourteen feet in length. It resembled a large lion in silhouette. Up close there were some distinctive differences. The leonine had a thin exoskeleton running from the tip of its nose down to the end of its hindquarters. Its underside and legs were the same tawny hair of a normal lion. The legs and forearms of the leonine resembled those of a muscular ape, albeit slightly more proportional. But the most unique feature of this mutant creature was its tail. It was hard to trace the whipping motion of the tail of the leonine as it raced after its prey, but when still it strongly resembled the tail of the scorpion, minus the poisonous dart at the tip. The first of the Seeded who had encountered this new creature were caught off guard by the tail's uses and abilities. Now it was the most feared aspect of the leonine's anatomy. It was also a highly prized symbol of bravery and weapon skill to those who had successfully killed its owner. Ariana had never encountered these creatures except in royal processions and on wall mountings. Her first meeting would be today. 

Ariana by now knew that she was not going to win the out and out race and that her only chance of survival would be to take advantage of the brutal single-mindedness of the creature. She allowed herself to slow, consciously fighting the instinct within her to run faster. Ariana's second sense was not flawless and she tried to turn to meet her attacker a moment too late. The leonine was already mid-pounce and just as her body twisted towards it; it made contact with her shoulders. The sharp clawed hands of the leonine dug into the soft green skin on the outside of her shoulders. The heavy weight of the animal's body sent her backwards until her flight was stopped by a sturdy tree trunk. Ariana was in a bad way. The leonine preferred its prey back up, much easier to inseminate, but it was not necessary. The moment it had a stable footing on the ground its tail came whipping back between its rear legs, with a particularly soft pink target in mind. This was the leonine's surprise- the tail had become both a weapon and its means of breeding. Ariana, managed to regain some control of her body, just seconds before the first thrust landed. She clamped her legs together and pivoted her lower body up and to the side. The tail kicked up the moist soil and dead leaves where her pussy had just been. Immediately, the tail retreated and recocked, aiming again. Its next attack was foiled in the same way. Ariana knew that she needed to find a way out soon. Her shoulders were bleeding a dark green sap where they were pinned beneath the claws of the leonine. At the moment the leonine was not trying to kill her, but if she did not solve her problem soon, she would risk inviting it to. 

The leonine was now angry and frustrated. It was eagerly anticipating when the tail found its mark and was heavily aroused. It had not mated in the past six months after it had been driven from its territory by an older leonine male. His harem of females had been claimed by the male as part of its victory. Now several months had past without anything to relieve itself upon. A light came on in the darkness of the leonine's head. It let out an angry growl and dived towards the female's throat. Ariana momentary lost the necessary attention on the creature's tail and tried to dodge her head out of the way. A second later she realized that she had been outsmarted by the beast as the tail found its mark and the gaping jaws clamped shut well away from exposed threat. 

The first strike of the tail plunged the eight inch wide head of the leonine's tail into her cunt. Ariana's eyes sprung open, momentarily shocked at the force of the entry and the size of the head. Her Givers' stamens were wider so her cunt quickly adjusted to the new object within it. The leonine's tail started to writhe within her in a serpentine motion. It was worming its way deeper into the warm recesses of Ariana's pussy. Once a sufficient distance within it released its first payload- the feral chemical. Ariana instantly understood what had happened, and despite the onset of arousal she resumed her attempts to free herself. Her long tendrils of vines began to flail at the creature's head and eyes, until it loosely attached its jaws to her throat, applying just enough pressure to draw blood. Ariana's hair fell limply to the ground around her and she decided that this was her end. By now she could feel her nipples hardening into thorns and her pussy beginning to blossom as the feral chemical entered her blood stream. 

A good nine inches of leonine cock was buried within her flower. Ariana felt her hips beginning to raise and lower with the writhing cock within her. Growls of pleasure and need were coming from deep within the leonine's stomach. Ariana understood how the victims of leonine breeding could grow accustomed to the feral life- it was extraordinarily pleasurable. Her pussy had not experienced this type of arousal since she had fled. And the contrast of the smooth exoskeleton top and bristly haired bottom of the tail was delightful. Her pussy was in full bloom and her juices were flowing out of her, wetting down the thrusting hairy underside of the invader and causing the exoskeleton to glisten. Ariana reached up and gripped the strong forearms pinning her to the base of the tree and tried thrusting down onto the tail. She closed her eyes and reveled in the slurps and squishes of her drenched pussy as it sought to devour the cock pleasing her. By now the tail was up to thirteen inches deep within her and the tip was nearing her womb. Once there it would fertilize and impregnate her. Ariana was lost to that now and was grunting and growling her approval, driven feral by the combination of powerful endorphins and the tenacious sex. Her pussy was surrounded by bright pink petals that glowed and throbbed with the motions of her hips and the tail within her. 

The leonine was close and he knew it. He felt the tip of his tail finally breach the entrance to her womb and he reared up, momentarily releasing her shoulders, and planted them firmly against the tree for one final thrust. The strong muscular tail flexed and coiled until the tail breached into her womb. Ariana let loose an animalistic cry of delight and the sudden freedom of the writhing coils within her as her G-spot received direct intense stimulation. Moments later, she exploded into a realm of animalistic impulse and freedom as her whole body spasmed with orgasmic bliss. Her juices flooded out of her cunt and puddled on the soaked ground beneath her. The leonine reached his climax simultaneously and thick ropes of his seed flooded her womb. The sudden warmth filling up her hole sent her over the edge once more. By now, a veritable pond of juices had formed beneath her, and the leonine's fluids were adding to it. The leonine was exhausted and well spent and collapsed atop her, its twitching tail still filling her. Ariana lay there squirming on the hot cock setting off several smaller orgasms deep within. Then she too passed out, exhausted. 

While she slept her toes found purchase in the soil and went to root. A new aspect of Ariana's unique abilities went to work. Her body purged itself of the invading chemicals that would have permanently altered her consciousness. 

When Ariana next awoke, she was laying where she had been tackled. The leonine was licking her thighs and pussy repeatedly, drinking up the tastes of their fucking. Ariana's pussy was blooming again, the petals from the previous session laying spread on the ground beneath her. She reached down and grasped the leonine's large furry head and pulled it into the apex of her thighs, blissfully savoring the heavy texture of the mutant's tongue over her clit. The leonine dug its long muscular tongue deeper into the juicy tunnel which he had spilled in. The fruity taste of her juices was sweet and intoxicating, unlike the normal sweaty taste of its mates. It tried to lap like it would to drink, but the tight enclosure only aloud its tongue small movement. Ariana found herself toying with her nipples and wrapping her legs around the back of the predator's head. This startled the creature and its tongue quickly pulled away and back into its owner's mouth. The dragging of the tongue through her twat's halls sent Ariana back into a refreshing orgasm. Her legs dropped back to the ground as the leonine lapped up the new juices and then retreated a few feet away from her, before hunkering down on the ground.

Ariana examined her shoulders calmly, seeking any signs of infection or permanent injury. All of the wounds had been covered over by a hard woody material that took the places of scabs. Her arms and shoulders were a bit sore, but she was feeling good otherwise. It took a few minutes for Ariana to realize that she was clearly thinking about her wounds and her predicament. This was the first big clue in to the fact that she had resisted the chemical dose delivered by the leonine's tail. She had seen the effects when she was younger of one dose. Her mother had taken her to see a trial of a murderer and their punishment. The woman had been put in the enclosure of a leonine male. The ensuing breeding had lasted for a good half hour and many of the Seeded in the audience had succumbed to self-pleasing during the entertainment. Within twenty minutes of the leonine releasing its seed, the woman had been presenting herself to the creature and leaping at the enclosures bars while screaming insanely. Within hours she was peeing on herself and eating raw meat. Ariana's heart skipped at the promise of another chance at life. She was not entirely sure that there were no side affects of the drugs- but she knew that she was not devoid of self-control and forethought. Immediately she began trying to determine how to free herself from her situation. There were no weapons available to fell the leonine with and she knew she could not outrun him. Her best idea was to wait until he was asleep and then slip away. So, Ariana set about exhausting the ferocious predator who had planned to keep her as his mate. 


For the Love of Botany: Future Ch. 01



Ariana rose slowly and began to approach the reclining feline. It raised its head from the ground and watched her with the cautious eyes of a predator. Ariana walked around the creature and lay out beside it, her bare breasts and crotch pressed against the warm hard exterior of its insect plating. She was backward, facing his tail for easy access. She wrapped her hands around the base of his tail and began to stroke them up and down, as if she were prepping one of the Breeder slaves. Ariana was not entirely convinced it would work exactly the same, but immediately the leonine began to purr deeply, obviously content with the work she was doing. She stroked her hands farther down the length of the writhing tail and added her tendrils of hair to the assault. The hundreds of little vines were an entirely new sensation for the leonine and his tail rose in the air, unsure of where it should plunge itself. It was not long enough for a wrap around on Ariana's body so it just swayed above her teasing hands and hair, searching a hole to fill. 

Ariana tried pulling the tail back down to her, but was incapable of forcing the muscular appendage to do anything not of its own volition or nature. So she rose to her feet and stood, legs slightly apart at the rear of the beast. She pressed the soft flesh of her breasts against the hard carapace of the tail and ran her hand over the soft furry underside. She began to lap at the tail as the leonine had at her pussy earlier. She alternated long firm strokes with short softer ones. The tail began to lower its tip closer and closer to her mouth, until she was finally able to grasp the thick balled tip between her palms and began to lick and stroke the large surface. The leonine tried momentarily to force the tip of his cock into her throat, but found her lips and jaw were not capable of parting far enough. The leonine gave up, temporarily, on finding a hole to fuck. It twitched contentedly between her breasts and hands as her small tongue danced skillfully across the surface of the cock. Ariana became conscious of the fact that her pussy was once again in full bloom and dripping wet. She was a bit surprised by the suddenness of the arousal and the severity of need it brought to her mind. Perhaps she was not entirely immune to the leonine's doping. Her knees were trembling a little as she resisted the urge to present herself to the beast. She did not want to risk a second dosing of the drug so soon after the last. So, Ariana continued her ministrations over the six foot long cock, which by now was pulsating and writhing as if it were within a mate's cunt. The leonine was growing tired of the limitation of the sensation and had raised its head to seek out some tunnel to plunge into. 

Ariana's hair was now ignoring the tail and was now entwining her own breasts and lifting and squeezing at the soft fleshy globes. Ariana had to devote little mental attention to her hair; this self-exploration was practiced and mere foreplay with what her hair could do. Her nipples were hard thorns and aching for the leonine's skillful tongue. Ariana would not get what she wanted, but she would still have a pleasurable experience come from it. The leonine's sharp eyes had spotted a hole that seemed promising. Suddenly, the tail ripped free from the embrace of Ariana's arms and breasts. It looped back between her legs and poised momentarily over her soft butt before stabbing straight ahead. Ariana's eyes watered at the force of the penetration into her anus. Her Giver was softer and more pliable and would inch its way into her backside while encouraging her by fucking her pussy, but the leonine hadn't understood the value of that type of gentility. 

The thick bulbous head of the tail split Ariana's anus and burrowed three inches within her. Ariana was knocked off of her feet and onto all fours by the attack. The leonine pushed itself up off the ground and turned its front half around to watch this spectacle. It continued to feed the cock deeper into the new hole, which was being lubricated by the green sappy blood that coursed in Ariana's veins. It had pushed most of the head in and was savoring the extreme tightness and the muscular clenching of Ariana's asshole. It couldn't push any further so it stimulated itself by twisting the head around and back repeatedly. Ariana's asshole was throbbing in pain, but the slow twisting and shifting sensations of hair and skeleton were adding to the lustful desire of her flower. 

Soon Ariana had her head buried in the dirt, ass raised in the air, and one hand plunging fingers in and out of her fully blooming pussy. She reached back and spread some of her juices up around her asshole, hoping to ease the tightness of sensation. Ariana toyed with her clit as her hand withdrew from her backside and then once again began the fast and furious penetration of her cunt. It took her less then a minute to reach her first orgasm and more of her pussy fluids flowed out and down her thighs and dripped to the ground. Ariana paused her masturbation while the tail continued its fucking of her asshole to raise her fingers to her mouth. She loved her own taste and smell. She slowly licked each finger clean before returning them to her honeypot. She pushed three fingers into her depth and began to slide them out and over her clit, before pressing back in. Ariana felt the tail begin to spasm as it prepared to shoot its drug into her bowels. But just as the hot fluid begin to spurt from its tip the leonine sprung to its feet and tore its tail free from her asshole. Ariana started at the sudden emptiness in her backdoor and whirled in time to get a blast of the feral drug to her face. The hot goo had landed just over her nose and dripped down her chin and fell to the ground. Curious, Ariana fed some to herself, before wondering at why the leonine had left her. 

As she pushed herself up from the ground she heard the shrill scream of a woman, trapped beneath the weight of the leonine. The tail had already found purchase within her twat and was hammering in and out of its new victim with a sadistic pleasure. Ariana felt her own arousal grow as the drug took hold of her. The woman was a scout from the city from which Ariana had fled, and she was obviously looking for her. It was too bad that she had found Ariana with the leonine. The feline had her on her stomach, shoulders pressed into the dirt, head twisted to the side and ass in the air. The thick head of the cock was thrashing around in her entryway and writhing as it forced itself in deeper. The woman had only been recently Seeded and was not used to the girth of such a large cock. Her Givers were probably still only 6 to 8 inches in length. Ariana went and sat down beside the woman's head, legs spread, and began to masturbate as she saw the drug spread over the woman's body. Soon, despite the immense pressure inside of her, the young scout was humping backwards on the tail, trying to take the cock impossibly deep within her pussy. Her eyes were wild and she was clawing at the ground in a fit of passion. Ariana slid closer to the woman and pulled her head into her crotch and forced her mouth over her blooming cunt. The feral woman caught the scent of sex and immediately began to lick and suck and bite and tongue fuck Ariana's pussy. Ariana was sadistically aroused by the sight of one of her hunters lost in an instinctive and primal lust. It was enough of a turn on to send her into another luscious orgasm. 

Soon the woman's face was covered in juices as the leonine continued to work her over and Ariana pulled her lips tighter against her cunt. Ariana collapsed backwards, her knees bent, and hands full of hair as she fucked herself up and down on the woman's mouth. She was using the woman's face as a fuck toy. She rubbed her sensitive cunt lips over the scout's nose, mouth, and chin. Enjoying the momentary touches of tongue before it was replaced by cartilage and bone structure. Soon the leonine was roaring as its tail spasmed and spurted inside of the scout. It did not take long for the woman to pass out as Ariana continued to grind herself over her face. The leonine collapsed over its new victim, tail still buried within her twat and panted heavily as it watched Ariana rub out the last of her orgasms. 

Not wanting to give the creature a chance to recover, a very aroused Ariana rose and fled into the jungle. It soon became apparent that the leonine was content with its new toy and would not be coming after her. Ariana soon spotted a small stream trickling through the undergrowth and followed it to its source. The source was a serene clear pool of water that was fed by a fair-sized waterfall. Ariana dove in, her tits brushing quickly against the sandy floor before she kicked forward and up. The cool water was a divine sensation, helping to soften the aches of the anal fucking she had just taken and washing away the heavy blanket of arousal which had almost made her turn back to the leonine. Not wanting to risk another attack or encounter with her pursuers, she made her way close to the waterfall and at a depth just sufficient enough to allow her nose to clear the water and breathe. Ariana's toes once again lengthened and burrowed into the sand, going to root. Her dreams were filled with wild orgies with her feral scout and leonine companion. The night passed peacefully for the heiress to the Seeded throne. 



For the Love of Botany: Future Ch. 02



*Author's Note: Thanks for all the positive feedback on the latest installment. For those of you just joining the Botany series, try reading For the Love of Botany, and For the Love of Botany: Revolutions prior to Futures. They are essentially the prequels and may help fill in some of the stranger details existing in this fantastic world.

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The next morning Ariana awoke to the peaceful tranquility of the rushing waterfall. She felt fully refreshed from what had been a long and arduous journey. In a few places, there was still signs of the leonine's assault, but most wounds were healing quickly and would not impair her movement. She took a few moments to think in the water as her roots retracted into her body and she broke free from the ground. 

There were so many things to do and so little time to do them. She had officially been blamed by the ruling government for the Givers going to root and becoming unresponsive from the society that depended on them. They had all migrated suddenly to a wide open tract of land in the middle of the capital and within twenty four hours they were lifeless shells of the formerly animated sexual partners that they had been. The rulers of the land had quickly sought out wise women and lore keepers to try and discover the cause of the shift. Nothing could be done and as the population grew more restless the ruling council became more and more concerned that a rebellion would soon commence. So they blamed the most likely candidate for the rebellion's leader and symbol- Ariana. She had never been active politically, being content to live out her life in peace. Her uniqueness was enough of a bother for her and she had no intention of putting herself out in front of others. But, by many, she was considered a symbol of the past and the future and the promise of the next stage of evolution. There was a sacred aspect to how the remaining Seeded viewed her. That is what made her the target. Several respectable witnesses told tales of witchcraft and her wandering amongst the large frozen stalks of Givers in what was now being called Givers' Grove. All of it was lies and sensationalism, but the superstitious and distraught population came to believe that she was the issue and as long as she remained free she could continue to exert her control over the Givers. So they had sought to arrest her. 

Ariana had decided to flee because she knew what would come after her arrest provided no movement from the giant Givers. They would try sacrificing her, and then when that produced no results, the civilization would collapse and men would once again seek to subvert women and revenge themselves during their vulnerability. She knew that as long as she was free she could seek to cure the Givers' malady and set things right. 

Ariana was still a young woman and was unsure of what to do next. Had her mother been alive she would have provided a wealth of information that had been lost after the Rebirth. Ariana tried racking her mind for some minute piece of the puzzle that would provide her with her next step. It came in the memory of one of her mother's young Acolytes. The Acolytes were women who clung to the royal family religiously and provided immeasurable assistance in times of need. Despite Ariana's mother and grandmother's repeated attempts to dispel any ritual worship of their lineage, they could produce no change. The Acolytes would do daily tasks, serve as bodyguards, act as political allies, and functioned as a close knit family. Most of the Acolytes had died off in the Rebellion, as Ariana's mother and family had been a target for the men and their allies in the city. But one, who had lost her mother to the rebels, had survived and continued to serve in the traditional way after the Rebirth. 

The woman had been but a girl of six years following the Rebirth and would now be twenty-seven. Ariana remembered her name to be Jessica. Ariana knew that based on her age, Jessica would be completing her Breeding cycle soon. There was the possibility that word of her pursuit had not yet reached the Breeding facilities. News and messages had to travel over a long distance by foot to reach the isolated and heavily fortified Breeding facility. As far as Ariana could tell, any messenger would only be a day or so ahead of her, and if she hurried she would likely be able to beat them to the caverns which housed the Seeded undergoing their Breeding. 

It had only taken Ariana a minute to process this information and she burst from the water quickly, her strong slender form arcing through the jungle undergrowth in a manner immune to the snaking tendrils of brush and the hardened lassos of root. For the next twenty-four hours she would run until she finally caught sight of the Divide, a long narrow cavern which was the only pathway into the Breeding caverns. There beside the road and hidden within the brush she would rest for several hours, hoping to rebuild her energy reserves in case she was wrong. 

Her rest would be interrupted by the eerie sense that something was coming. She woke quickly and moved to the roadside. Not far from where she crouched she saw the nude sprinting form of a woman crest the hill. Her body was thin and long, perfectly built for the long distant sprints which were required of an official messenger. In her hand she bore a red plume of feather, a symbol of the people she represented and those who sought to condemn the first of the Reborn. Ariana appreciated the beauty of the tanned legs of the woman as they swept lightly over the soft soil covered pathway. The muscles in her body tensed and released in a practiced timing that evidenced the lifelong commitment one made to the messenger career. 

Ariana was only given a moment to evaluate and act. There was a chance that this was the messenger she sought to beat and that chance was enough to risk everything. In an equally practiced movement, Ariana leapt through the air, one elbow hammering the messenger in the back of the head and the other arm looping beneath her chin and yanking her into the underbrush. The attack was quick and decisive and nearly perfect in its execution. The messenger was unconscious by the time she hit the ground and the only alteration to the planned course of flight had come from the forward momentum the runner had going for her. The result had been that both women had crashed into a heavy wooded thicket which tore at their skin. Ariana was the more durable of the two, and the marks were barely perceptible. The messenger was bleeding from many little marks and would obvious have significant discomfort when she awoke. 

Ariana did not want to kill or permanently injure her, so she pulled some hanging vines from a nearby tree and tightly bound her to the backside of a tree deeper in the jungle. She gagged her and then covered her in brush. It would be several hours before she awoke and based on Ariana's expert rope craft, it would be nearly impossible for her to break free. Ariana knew that there was a possibility that she would starve or be killed by a wild animal, but she did not want the blood on her hands. It was a moral decision that would have honored the memory of her lineage. 

After being satisfied that the messenger would no longer pose a threat, Ariana closed the distance to the entrance of the canyon and stepped out of the jungle and into the craggy rock pathway a few feet before the jungle abruptly disappeared against the sheer formations of the hardened stone. Between these towering structures of jagged and nonliving stone, Ariana walked, looking for any sign of animosity from the occasional guard. No recognition, beyond the fact that she was the Reborn and thus the last of the royal lineage, was shown. So deeper she went, leaving behind her beloved surroundings and the safety of the jungle. 

It took an hour of walking, but finally the wide mouths of the cavernous Breeding facilities appeared before her. The entrance was situated in a wide plaza where a small oasis grew. Trees grew everywhere and it offered Ariana a moment's solace before the echoing entries surrounded her. Here old mysteries and cold mechanics still functioned. The entire Breeding facility was kept below ground. Down one pathway was the cells in which the breeders were held and down the other was the rooms reserved for the women whose turn it was to bear the responsibilities of motherhood, that year. Ariana hoped that she could find Jessica within one of those rooms. Barring a premature birth, Ariana was fairly confident that she would still be here. 

Ariana asked one of the midwives she saw passing nearby if she knew of where the women who were impregnated were staying. She gave Ariana a quick set of directions and scurried on her way. Ariana was the closest thing to a celebrity in this new world and it took almost no time for her to come to the private chambers of the woman she hoped would provide her with further insight into the nature of the Givers and offer a possible explanation of their recent behavior. Ariana took a deep breath and drew aside the woven curtain the marked the entryway to each room.

Just ahead of her, curled in as much a fetal position as possible, lay Jessica. She was six months along in her pregnancy and was highly frustrated. Which explained what she was doing when Ariana came into the room: Jessica's right hand was rubbing furiously over her naked lips and vagina. The very pregnant woman had been forced to resort to such measures since the absence of the giant Givers and their sexual prowess. Ariana watched curious and slightly aroused as Jessica's arm stretched to its limits in hopes of satisfying her needs. Finding her own body responding to the unique eroticism of the situation, Ariana decided to lend a helping hand. 

She walked straight into the room and gently pulled Jessica onto her back and parted her thighs. Jessica blinked in a dazed confusion as she registered the distinctive appearance of her old mentor's daughter. Then she surrendered to the much desired touch of a foreign hand to her naked skin. Ariana allowed her tendrils to trail up and over the naked calves to Jessica's knees and dipped them in to the sensitive portion of her inner thighs. The tendrils once again functioned of their own volition and Ariana went to work with her more skilled appendages. 

She crouched at the foot of the bed and stared up at the rounded hill of Jessica's swollen belly. Her hands ran slowly up and over the arcing legs and her lips kissed their way around her toes. She sucked on her toes and licked the sensitive underside of each digit. Jessica shivered and jumped at each tender stroke of the tongue. The tendrils continued the torturous stroking around her inner thigh and just shy of the most responsive areas of skin. Gradually Ariana crawled farther onto the bed, her tongue darting and lips kissing over and over again. Jessica was driven wild with lust by the slow encroaching promise of Ariana's vines and the heat of her breath over her bare flesh. By now she had pulled her legs up as far as her stretched belly would allow and her hands were pulling and pinching her fully engorged nipples. Ariana sought to control the desire emanating from the flower between her own thighs as her eyes caught sight of the hot pink center of the impregnated woman. Ariana focused her mind and lust on the small sensations of her encounter. The feeling of her arms as they laced beneath the soft thighs of Jessica's legs; the smoothness of the skin as it pressed into her cheek as she climbed upward. 

Soon she was within inches of the pink fullness of Jessica's pussy and the strong aroma of her sex filled her nose. Within moments Ariana was drifting into a stupor of lust, the sensations overwhelming her self control. Surrender was all that was required and the first of the Reborn was more than happy to oblige. Her lips pressed against the most private lips that guarded the entrance to Jessica's womb. Jessica's response was a positive one and she shifted her weight downward, pressing the nakedness of her sex into the mouth of the younger woman between her thighs. The long thin tendrils of Ariana's hair splayed out over the warm golden skin encapsulating the new life and laced up over her belly to the soft globes of flesh which would soon feed the child. Ariana's tongue dove into the fluids of Jessica's labia and stroked quickly to its greatest depth. Up and down, to the pinnacle and base of the pussy's hole the tongue repeated its stroke. Jessica was thrashing in conjunction with each movement of the tongue. It had been a great while since she had last experienced any pleasure other than that initiated by her own hands. 

Ariana slipped one hand beneath the round cheeks of Jessica's backside and pressed her middle finger between them to the tight rosebud of her anal passage. The sudden pressure against this long neglected hole immediately drew a long gasp from its owner and Jessica pressed firmly down on the strong finger, allowing it to slip into the tight grip of her backside. The other hand remained looped beneath the thigh of the pregnant woman on the receiving end of the delectable ministrations. Ariana varied her oral assaults upon the salty center of Jessica's sexual being and sucked the sensitive folds against her teeth before resuming the regularity of her tongue fucking. Jessica's naked pregnant body continued to thrash on the simple bed as the green woman between her thighs continued the torture. Ariana had begun to match her tongue's movement inside Jessica's pussy to the thrusting of her finger in her backside. Minutes later a loud scream of ecstasy tore through the room as Jessica burst into the unchartable realm of orgasmic bliss. 

As Jessica's thighs clamped down on the head splitting them, Ariana lapped clean the new flood of juices which burst from the depths of her twat. Together, there entwined in the bed, the two women rested momentarily before slipping from the embrace which had given so much release. Ariana slid in behind Jessica's reclining form and pressed her legs into the warmth of Jessica's skin. Jessica slipped one hand behind her back and pressed her pointer and middle finger into the unique bud between the now spread thighs. Skillfully the fingers began to stroke over the sensitive petals of the brightly colored pussy. Ariana panted lightly at the sudden attention to her needs.

"I remember when you were just a tyke. I never thought I would see you again! What brings you here to see this over bred pussy?" Jessica asked her visitor.

Ariana giggled at the memory of her youth and Jessica's relationship to her mother. She was a little giddy from the ongoing molestations of the hand buried between their two bodies. She bit lightly into her lower lip before answering the question.

"I needed to speak with you. And you were the only person that I thought could be trusted and whom may have the answers." 

By now Ariana was beginning to lose her complete mental faculties as the two little fingers danced within her and her pussy clenched down on them, hoping for more and wanting a moment's respite. A few flicks of Jessica's thumb over her clit sent her into a series of small orgasms. 

Jessica coyly asked, "What questions would you ask of me?" She was enjoying the familiar sense of control that her talented hand offered her. She could feel the increase in fluid pouring down her fingers and into the palm of her hand. Jessica had shared similar conversations long ago with Ariana's mother and caretaker. Finally she withdrew the taunting fingers and began to lick clean the juices which cooled in the cavern air. 

Ariana was once again cautious to phrase her requests. "Do you know anything that would explain the behavior of the Givers recently? Did my mother ever say anything to you about a Giver going to root but not dying?" 

Jessica's response was quick and true. "I have spoken extensively with the investigators who have studied this occurrence. I can remember nothing in your mother's lessons or conversations that was similar to this." She allowed a pause before phrasing her next response. "Why have you taken an interest in this? Is there something happening?"

Ariana knew that Jessica was digging- she would not have come all this way on her own if everything was fine, and Jessica knew it. Deciding to put her trust in Jessica she filled her in on all the details of the accusation and the attempted arrest in the city and the subsequent pursuit. She allowed a slightly more graphic retelling of the encounter with the leonine for Jessica's pleasure and was rewarded with a sharp thrust of the fingers into her twat. The two women talked over the details of any possible explanation and solution to the problem. By midnight they were both exhausted of the topic and in need of a break. Jessica offered to give Ariana a tour of the Breeding colony and the young woman was more than willing to accept. 

Jessica was a pleasant surprise for Ariana. She had complete trust in the pregnant woman and was confidant in her knowledge and understanding of the goings on. Jessica had remained involved in politics and society long after Ariana's mother had died and was perceptive of some of the recent downturns in individual freedom. She also knew several women of like sentiment who had known Ariana's mother and a few who were looking from the background to Ariana to restore order. Ariana had a strong affinity for her now and she flirted openly with her; hands caressing her backside, dipping between thighs, momentary kisses in the long tunnels, and soft petting of her breasts. Jessica was obviously enjoying the attention and offered a surprise experience for Ariana. Ariana had an idea that it was not going to be a trip the archives for a history lesson and she would be right.

Jessica took her into the actual breeding wing of the colony and gently guided her down numerous corridors with a playful tug of a hand. Once they arrived at their destination, Ariana was led down a long set of stairs to a dark room. In a sudden flash of brilliance the lights in the room came to life and a strange looking chair appeared in the center of the room. The chair had joints and clips all over the place, which Jessica was happy to demonstrate the purpose of. She guided Ariana to the chair and seated her there. Then she began to manipulate a panel of controls until Ariana was laying flat on her back with her legs high in the air, spread widely. Jessica once again approached the prone woman and began to fasten some straps around the wrists and waists and a collar over the throat. Ariana was initially uneasy with the set up but as Jessica worked, she could tell the woman was incredibly aroused by the bondage. 

Once Ariana was secured to the chair and properly positioned, Jessica began to run her hands wherever she pleased. First she traced the smooth outline of Ariana's jaw and then she ran her hands through the long and writhing mass of vines atop her head. Once she had tired of this petting she moved her hands lower, tracing the firm underside of Ariana's breasts with a single finger and then following the curve upward to the gradually hardening thorns of her nipples. Ariana was excited by this foreplay. She had never been so vulnerable before and the sensational touch of Jessica's fingers was making her more than ready for any penetration. The hands continued their caresses, moving down her taut stomach to the already blossoming flower between her thighs. Only momentarily did they brush against the petals before they traced up each leg and then down again. Jessica stood by Ariana's side, one hand returning to her hair, and the other dipping downward until it came into contact with her dripping honey pot. Once again the talented two fingers poked inward, pressing up against the top of Ariana's tunnel. At first the motions within Ariana's twat were erratic- following no set rhythm or pace. Gradually as Ariana grew more and more aroused by the pregnant woman beside her, they found a steady thrusting pace and timing. The two fingers were plunging in and out of her fully blossomed pussy with perfect precision. The thumb overlaying her clit began to move in conjunction with the sliding thrusts of the other fingers.




For the Love of Botany: Future Ch. 02



With one hand still in Ariana's hair, Jessica lowered her head to the supple green tinged breast of her captive and began to suck on the erect thorn. Ariana thrust her chest upward into the lips of Jessica's mouth and pricked her tongue with the nipple. The result was immediate and Jessica's fervor increased accordingly. The nipples small chemical release heightened the sense of need in Jessica's thighs and she continued her finger fucking and nipple slurping for only a few more minutes. Once again she moved away from the naked bound form of the first of the Reborn and pressed a button on the same control panel as before. She adjusted the table to a lower height and tilted Ariana's head rest slightly further down. 

Ariana felt rather than heard the opening of a door someplace on the wall opposite her thighs. Something on wheels was being pushed forward into the room. She did not know what it was until Jessica released the collar on her neck that she saw that it was an unWoman! The sight of the hairy male unnerved her- she had never been in such close proximity with one and would never have had too. Because of her unique physiology she was not required to perform the Breeding cycle. She studied the strange make up of its body as one of the colony workers pushed the giant contraption it was bound to closer. 

The beast was hairy with a heavily muscled frame and no breasts. Ariana was impressed by the size of the creature's build and was surprised to see the length of flesh protruding from its groin. It was shorter than either the Givers' cock or the leonine's tail, but it was wide and fiercely erect. The beast was obviously straining against its restraints and made strange whooping and growling noises as his cock came closer and closer to the throbbing flower before him. Once the contraption was in position the worker left. 

Jessica explained how the contraption worked as she went about setting it up. The beasts, unWomen, were often violent if not restrained and so this device had been built to allow the Seeded to experience breeding in a more enjoyable manner without risking their lives or well being. The contraption clamped into the base of the chair, locking it a set distance from the pussy of the woman seated there. It allowed for a natural and full length stroke and the arms of the contraption allowed the unWoman to get proper thrust behind it. Before releasing the strap that held the abdomen of the unWoman's body back, Jessica affixed a small metal ring around the base of its cock and balls. This was to keep Ariana from receiving any unwanted fertilization. Then with a flick of her wrist the strap was released and the unWoman plunged instinctively forward. 

The cock was a perfect fit for Ariana's needy pussy and the feral man energetically thrust forward into the depths of her twat. Its growling increased as its muscular buttocks and thighs pulled in and out at a fast and aggressive pace. Ariana watched curious as the beasts face contorted and its breathing increased as it fucked over and over into her seeking a release that would not come. Ariana found that when combining a slight downward thrust of her hips with the oncoming thrust of the beasts cock, her clit would receive momentary, direct stimulation. Ariana dropped her head back and fucked downward on the cock, using what leverage the chair's ties would allow to press the dick deeper into her channel. The feeling was unique and sensational. There were thick veins running unpredictably around its lengths and the heat the penis filled her with was indescribable. Ariana writhed on the table as she felt the first of her orgasms hit her. A first set of petals fell to the floor and another quickly bloomed in its place as her desire continued unabated. The natural fit of their sexes contributed to the out of control lust she had for the cock. Over and over again she would raise herself from the seat of the chair and roll her cunt downward onto the thrusting cock, before collapsing back again. 

Jessica had been extraordinarily aroused by the fucking of the green Seeded and the unWoman. She once again lowered Ariana's head rest and then positioned herself over the young woman's lips, remembering the pleasure they had brought her hours before. Ariana was more than eager to oblige and was lost to the realm of sanity. She was in that singular of places where all creatures lose contact with the concept of reality and can only focus on the sensual cues which drive them into the throes of passion. Her lips fastened on the pregnant pussy of the woman standing over her and she licked and slurped and hummed and fucked at the opening with her tongue. 

Ariana could feel the growing warmth in the depths of her belly of an oncoming orgasm and she increased the insatiable thrust of her thighs upon the tormented rod slamming in and out of her. When the orgasm hit her, she screamed into the pussy which was flooding her mouth with fluids. Jessica nearly collapsed atop Ariana's head as she too exploded into her orgasm. Ariana's hair was running up and down over her inner thighs, and some tendrils had even drifted over her cheeks and into the cleft that separated them. Within moments, Jessica was once again experiencing the duplicitous pleasure of anal stimulation and the thrusting tongue in her pussy. The thriving mass of the two women and the chained man created a symphony of sounds- muffled groans, pants of desire, animalistic growls, slapping flash, slurping juices. 

Ariana was nearing a third orgasm as she continued the grinding on the rock hard length of flesh between her thighs. She fought against the restraints around her leg as she sought to surrender to the natural impulse to lace her legs around the backside of the thrusting man. Jessica's weight bore heavily down on her mouth as she pressed her pussy onto the strong muscle exploring her tunnel. Jessica clutched at Ariana's breasts as she came in an effort to support her swollen belly, without crushing the woman eating her out. At the first signs of new fluid and the muscular spasms of orgasm, Ariana's tongue and viney hair tendrils went wild. They offered no respite from the shuddering bliss of release and sent her flying into consecutive explosions. 

The angry beast continued its frustrated thrusting into her twat for several minutes before it collapsed loosely against its bonds. Ariana experienced an orgasm there, as she was allowed to experience the intimate heat of a human cock pulsing within her. Jessica slipped off of her seat on Ariana's face and nearly collapsed against the rear wall. 

The unWoman was whimpering as it tried to reconvene its thrusting into the bright flower of the strange woman's twat. Ariana decided that it deserved some release after that performance and told Jessica so. Jessica managed to focus on the controls long enough to reposition the chair into a semi-seated position, tilted slightly forward into the bound beast's crotch. She slowly unhooked the metal ring around the base of his cock and dropped it on the floor, before joining it there.

Free from the cock ring, the beast howled in delight as it thrust forward into Ariana's waiting mouth. Ariana stared up the heaving chest of the beast to its hairy chin and jaw. The beast stared back down at her, its brown eyes glowing with desire. There was no gentility in its fucking of her mouth and Ariana expected none. Hungrily she slurped on the cock, inviting it deep into the orifice. Her tongue dragged along the spasming underside of the creature's dick before sliding back forward. The heavy, full balls of the creature slammed into her chin as it plunged into the heated depths of the green woman's mouth. Ariana bobbed her head in an opposing rhythm to the fucking of the man, taking the length of cock deep into her throat. She fought her throats reflexive gagging with marginal success. The beast man seemed to enjoy this tightening of muscle and managed to time the peak of its thrust to reach maximum depth in her mouth. Ariana understood that the creatures were not entirely without intelligence, but this awareness surprised her. 

The rapid fire thrusting of the long cock in her mouth and throat would continue for a few more seconds, before a salty burst of fluid would hit the back of her throat. Ariana continued her bobbing and sucking, drinking the repeated shots of cum as it poured out of the man's dick. It howled and let out joyful cries of completion as the green woman fucked him with her mouth. The release was extra sweet because of its long delay. Finally, as its cock began to soften between her lips, the beast pulled free and slouched against the heavy wood framing of the contraption which cradled it. 

Jessica rose from her spot on the floor, leaving a dark mark of her pussy's fluids in the dust and strapped the beast's waist back to the framing. She teetered back to the control panel and pressed the button again. In seconds, the worker who had carted the thing in, pushed it back out. 

Ariana remained seated, the ground beneath her covered in her fluids and petals, as she licked the last remnants of the ropy semen from her lips. She looked around for Jessica, who had not reappeared from her place behind her on the control panel. It took the onrushing sound of feet coming down the stairs, for Ariana to realize she was in trouble. A squad of the city guards had arrived and were carrying the imperial plume. 

Ariana went limp in the chair. She had been captured.



For the Love of Botany: Future Ch. 03



Author's Note: To all of the readers of this series, please be aware that there will be a slight shift in the usual sexual endeavors of our heroines. In the interest of creativity and uniqueness, there will be the introduction of torture for sexual gratification. 

This story is the intellectual property of its author. Please do not repost without written permission. 

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Apparently the women who had been selected to guard and restrain Ariana held her in no reverence. The days following her capture in the Breeding Colony had been rough on her. Little care went into ensuring that she was given basic necessities and she quickly found herself growing more and more disgusted with the state she was in. To add salt to the wound she was still grieving over the betrayal which Jessica had perpetrated upon her and the memory of her mother. She promised herself revenge upon the woman. But that would come later. At the moment there was a great sense of uncertainty for the first of the Reborn. She was unsure as to what would become of her. 

The Inquisitor watched over her captive. Under the new government, the green woman sitting in the small cell was the primary enemy of the state. And now the Inquisitor had the opportunity to cement her career and standing. If she could break the famed Ariana she would be well rewarded. The Imperial appointee had no idea whether or not she was guilty of the crimes accused, nor did she care. Her success in the interrogation was her chance and she was not about to let it pass by.

Ariana stared up as four well-armed guards entered her cell. She pressed herself up against the corner of her cell and moved into a crouched position. Each of the guards carried a four foot long stick with a noose around the end. Ariana was disgusted to think that they thought they could corral her like the unWomen. The bravest and senior of the guards shuffled forward, her pole reaching warily for Ariana's head. The bright violet eyes of the captive glowed as the noose inched closer and closer. Just before the guard thought she would be able to peacefully take the captive there was a sudden burst of movement. Ariana moved faster than the Seeded could responded. Using the wall as leverage, she planted her feet against it and leapt into the air. Her fist grabbed the pole as she vaulted over the first of the guards. The pole came smacking back into the woman's face, a sickening pop wrenched from her nose. 

As soon as Ariana's feet touched the ground she swung the now free pole in a harsh arc that connected with the midsection of the guard beside her. A loud whoosh of air flew from the woman's mouth as she doubled over. By now the other two guards had jumped to action, knowing their careers and lives depended upon their ability to restrain the raging half-breed woman before them. The one closest to Ariana was a bit too slow, and she was rewarded with the tight noose cinching around her neck and cutting off her oxygen. Ariana's immeasurable strength swung the woman's stumbling body towards the fourth and final guard. The fourth guard was desperate and thought nothing of the other imbeciles now incapacitated by the Reborn. Her own pole hammered into the head of the captured guard, dropping her like a sack of rocks to the floor. Ariana's pole was wrenched from her hand as the guard hit the floor. She had not expected the fourth guard to take a shot at the other just to get to her. Now she was weaponless and backed into a corner. Of course that was how this had all started and she was up against only one Imperial guard. Her eyes would glance to the door when the golden glow of the torches outside flickered. The guard noticed the momentary dimming and also looked towards the door.

A small woman, probably weighing less than one hundred pounds, stood framed in the torchlight. Her neck was decorated with the purple stone collar of an Inquisitor. The collar seemed ill fitted for the woman, it draped down her chest and nearly hid her small breasts. In a society of perfectly curved beauties, this woman was an abnormality and she had worked hard her entire life to get to the station she now held. She had done so by being ruthless and deceptive and committed wholeheartedly to the task at hand. Now she had come to regain control of the situation which she hoped to use to jump another level of power. In her right hand she carried the preferred tool of the inquisitors- a long three lashed whip. In the other she carried a burning hot poker that glowed a devilish orange. 

Ariana understood the significance of the woman's collar and of her height. This woman had to be good at what she did or she would not be here. The fourth guard, feeling the authority and power of the Inquisitor at her back, darted back towards Ariana, hoping to subdue her while she was distracted. Ariana easily shed the stabbing thrust of the pole and pivoted gracefully on one heel. As the guard's post hammered into the wall, Ariana's foot connected solidly with her temple and her eyes went dim. Now Ariana was alone with the Inquisitor. 

The short thin woman stepped over the closest body and into the cell. Now she and Ariana were engaged in a struggle that carried the weight of their respective futures. Ariana tried to strike first, but was amazed by the speed with which the whip responded. A long trio of welts tore up her inner thigh and drove her back. At each mark's center a small portion of her green skin was torn open. Ariana quickly regained her composure and was determined to strike once more, not stopping until she had reached the woman who sought to keep her at bay. Her next lunge was as fast as the first and just as determined. But before she could reach the Inquisitor her other thigh was sliced and six long bloody marks snaked down her shoulders to her breasts. She thought she had broken the range of the whip but found the burning brand rolling up her side, leaving a sizzling dark green mark that emitted intense pain. 

Her attack was slowed just enough to allow the back of the Inquisitor's hand to connect solidly with her jaw. Ariana found herself spun back into the cell, her head pulling the rest of her body around. As she stumbled and tried to catch herself from falling the whip flashed again and again and again. Nine more welts stretched from her shoulders down to her buttocks, marring their smooth green surface with the dark raised welts that quickly began to bleed. Ariana tripped over one of the stirring guards and landed on her knees. The whip licked out over her neck and back again and again, forcing her to land on all fours. The prod of the brand against her inner thigh, painfully close to her vagina, flattened her. Ariana found herself unable to rise as a noose slipped around her neck and cinched shut, a foot planted firmly on her lower back. 

"Stupid bitch. We will be discussing your attitude of arrogance later. As you can see, I have no respect for you or your supposed uniqueness. Try something like that again and I will see you fed to the unWomen."

Two new guards entered the room, their muscular bodies quickly securing Ariana's legs and arms behind her back. A rope was tied tightly around her whipping vines and she was unceremoniously drug from the room. The Inquisitor found herself surprisingly aroused by the opportunity to force a confession from the first of the Reborn. And if she failed, she would at least get to see her publicly humiliated then executed. 

Ariana found herself once more strapped spread eagled to a large X shaped construction of wood. She was hung vertically, her wrists, neck, and ankles all secured to the cross. Her wounds were still fresh and were not healing as quickly as normal. Too much time had passed without her having the opportunity to go to root and her ability to regenerate was severely impeded. Her back burned painfully as it was bound to the rough wooden surface. 

The Inquisitor entered not long after the prisoner was secured to the cross board. She enjoyed torture immensely and had found herself enjoying the recent political unrest. So many dissidents, so little time. But Ariana, first of the Reborn, was going to be a treat. She sat in the heavy throne-like chair which had been brought down here for her to sit in when she grew tired of the abuse and turned instead to mental games.

"Ariana, do you know why you are here?" There was no response.

"Well, since you won't tell me, I guess I will tell you. You are here for two reasons. The first is that the Givers have gone to root inexplicably. And the second is that people look to you instead of to the government to lead them and fix this wrong." Ariana still did not respond. "Now, you may say that you have no part in either situation. The problem is, that even if not by choice, you do. As the first of the Reborn you are unique to our people. And that is dangerous. And without the Givers, we have nothing to satisfy the populous and disguise the lack of freedom they have. That leaves us with you. We need a solution that enables us to make the Seeded believe that we are capable of fixing that problem. So we have chosen to sacrifice you to the demands of the people. But we need a confession- something to remind them that we are in no way culpable for this misfortune." 

The Inquisitor rose from her chair and paced to the bound form of the beautifully unique woman. Her fingers traced over the still oozing wounds on her thighs and stomach. A small buildup of Ariana's blood formed on her finger. She licked it off slowly, savoring the strange flavor it gave. She was going to enjoy this. Her hands explored the singular aspects of Ariana's body. She toyed with her nipples until they formed into the hardened thorns which she had heard so much about. The Inquisitor examined the vagina which was said to bloom when aroused. The pink folds gave way to her prying fingers as she explored it. She fingered it gently for a few moments, hoping to see the legendary blossom unfold for her. But she still received no response. Slightly frustrated that she could not elicit anything from Ariana, she turned instead to the wide array of instruments spread across a bench on the far wall of the room. After selecting her preferred methods she returned to Ariana's side. Her pussy was quite wet and she was quite aroused as she anticipated hearing the young woman's cries. 

The Inquisitor took a moment to pull up her large chair to Ariana's side. Some of the methodologies she employed were quite strenuous so she would keep it handy in case she needed a break.

Ariana squirmed beneath the chafing straps that held her down on the unfinished surface of the X. She had the very distinct impression that to the Inquisitor, her pain would be sexually exciting. She set her jaw and braced for the coming assaults. She would not have to wait long. 

The Inquisitor loved burning things and she had decided to start with a branding tool, smaller then the one she had used as a weapon earlier, but just as hot. The surface of the metal glowed red just inches from her finger tips and she became aware that she was chewing on her bottom lip as the possibilities these sessions presented developed into fantasies. 

Ariana watched as the glowing orange tip inched towards her belly button. She saw the sickening grin on the Inquisitor's face as it slowly descended upon the small recess.

The Inquisitor had no intention of interrogating the woman bound before her just yet. Her focus was on her own needs and on the pain she could inflict. Her spare hand was sliding beneath the underside of her small breasts, her forefinger just barely twitching upon her nipple. Then the glowing tip pressed against skin and a small hissing noise emanated throughout the enclosure. 

She watched as her victim's muscles went rigid as the pressure increased and the burning sensation spread over all of her nerves. Then she lifted the brand from the Reborn's stomach. The relief it offered was only brief, and the brand descended again, slightly higher on the stomach this time.

The same hissing sound came from the tip of the brand, as the skin blistered beneath it. Again it raised and lowered, still slightly higher. The Inquisitor was quite wet by now, watching the sudden tensing of muscles as she forced the captive to endure exquisite pain. The biggest draw for the torturer was the similarity she saw in the first moments of extreme pain and pleasure. The same breathing, the same muscle spasms, the same cries. Only the end result was different. But not for her. 

She continued her application of the brand all the way up to Ariana's collarbone. There were small two inch by two inch burns forming a trail to where the brand rested. The Inquisitor slipped her spare hand from her breasts and into the cleft between her thighs as she prepared for the next branding. Rather than lift the brand from the shuddering sweaty bound body, she trailed it up the steep rounding of Ariana's breasts and circled the sensitive nipples.

Ariana was nearing tears. She had to fight to keep from crying out and giving in to the Inquisitor's whim. Each brand press was just long enough to inflict maximum pain, but just short enough that it did not allow that spot to go numb. Now she had a line of throbbing spots trailing up to her neck. And with the unrelenting swirl of the brand on her breasts she was subjected to intense agony. The sensitive globes normally were reacting to the pleasing caress of the Givers or of a partner. But now they were reacting to the sadistic caress of the brand. 

Her ability to resist crying out gave way when the brand slipped over her nipple, searing its erect tip and causing Ariana to try and writhe away. The Inquisitor let out an excited whimper as she heard the restrained squeal of her victim. Content with the one breast she repeated the same motions on the other breast. The pain was obviously the same, but Ariana had steeled herself anew and no cry came from her as the brand flicked across her nipple.

Slightly disappointed, the Inquisitor returned the brand to the arm which extended it into the fire. She would return to it later, but for now there were other things to try. As she reached for her next tool she examined the dark green burns that patterned the lithe body squirming before her. She considered herself an amateur tattooist and worked to create ritual patterns in the pain she inflicted. The job was definitely half finished, but there would be time later to complete it. 

Her next selection was a handful of six inch long needles. Both ends were sharpened perfectly and the slight shine of them just begged for blood. The Inquisitor had to pause for a second to regain her composure. She had not found herself this excited over torturing someone in a long time. Her delicate small hands steadily reached out, a needle in one, while the other pulled one of Ariana's nipples away from her fleshy breast. 

A small malicious smirk crossed her face as she watched Ariana stare down at the impending penetration of the needle. Oh, how she savored that first moment of surrealism as the needle pushed through pliant flesh. Ariana's head rocked back once more as the long needle slid with little resistance through the base of her nipple. The long metallic rod threaded through her body and burned her chest with a pulsing ache. She found her muscles beginning to twitch involuntarily as her various wounds accumulated. 

The Inquisitor was far to excited to continue as she had. She expertly adjusted the table to a slightly less severe angle and lowered it closer to the floor. Satisfied she climbed atop her victim's body, her thighs straddling the Reborn's hips. Her needy pussy began to lightly grind over the taut stomach muscles upon which it rested. 

Ariana was amazed by the amount of pleasure that her torturer gleaned from the activity. She could clearly make out the spread of fluids over the Inquisitor's crotch and now her own. The thought was momentary as the tip of another needle pressed through her other nipple. The dragging sensation of the length was excruciating as her captor sought to center it in the tautly pulled nub. By now small spots of green blood were oozing from the open wounds atop her nipples. Ariana dreaded the knowledge that the woman atop her had forgotten her responsibility to interrogate and was focused single-mindedly on her own lust. 

The Inquisitor had indeed become focused only on herself. The opportunity of a lifetime was arousing enough, but to have such a unique specimen upon which she could practice her sadistic art: that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Now with her finger's delicately pressing a long needle through the famous thorny nipples of Ariana, her pussy could only think of inflicting more pain and more pleasure. The Inquisitor's hips were now bucking quickly over Ariana's abdomen and crotch. Her own naked pink lips smeared a juicy path of fluid over the covered territory. As her rocking pace increased, the Inquisitor grabbed onto the needles and leaned back, gradually increasing the weight pulling on them. Centimeter by centimeter the nipples pulled dangerously away from the flesh beneath them as the Inquisitor rode. 

Ariana was finding herself reaching a limit of her pain threshold. She was certain that within another millimeter the needles would tear free from her chest and she would be left with bloody stubs instead of her unique nipples. Much to her relief, the Inquisitor reached the first of her orgasms of the day and collapsed forward, her head resting on. The bound arms and shoulder of her captive. Ariana could feel the wetness now trapped between their bodies as it chilled in the small cell. The Inquisitor propped herself back up again and slid off.

In a perky and innocent sounding voice she commented, "Now wasn't that nice."

Ariana resisted the urge to curse and swear at the woman who had already been responsible for so much of her suffering. She sensed that something new was coming when she found additional straps being applied around her waist and the beam upon which it rested. She was unable to see what the long rod the Inquisitor held in her hand as she re-approached. Ariana tried squirming away once more, before being reminded that her straps were secure and she would only be allowed to leave when the Inquisitor was finished.

Whatever the long rod was it apparently had been crafted for some specific purpose that Ariana was soon to discover. The Inquisitor fitted the rod into a hole on the back side of the beam and began to press it forward. It soon met the tightly clenched ass cheeks of the bound woman atop it. The Inquisitor attempted to ram it home with just raw physical strength, but Ariana refused to relax and managed to keep the thick piece of wood from penetrating her asshole. She could feel the rough wooden surface as it prodded into her cheeks, leaving slivers and a bruise or two. Her momentary victory would end when the Inquisitor produced a heavy hammer with which to finish the job. 

The loud pounding noise signaled the end of Ariana's resistance. The rod was large and rudely crafted for just this task. Within moments the wide splintered head was pressing against her anus and Ariana found herself crying out into the echoing emptiness of the cell as it broke through her muscled anal ring and rammed deeper into her tight back door. Inch after excruciating inch penetrated into her hole, leaving a trail of broken skin and torn flesh. It would only stop when over six inches of the wooden peg were filling her. Ariana continued to cry out as her nerves throbbed at the forced invasion of the hole. 

The Inquisitor stood to the side, her hands lightly stroking various areas of her own body as she watched the young woman attempt to escape the intrusion that so thoroughly filled her. She watched, delighted, as Ariana would try to lift her backside off of the rod, only to find the distance too far to escape and have to collapse back onto it. There was no relief from the pain and soon her eyes had filled with tears. The insatiable Inquisitor slid between her writhing legs and began to finger her pussy, first with one digit and then with another.




For the Love of Botany: Future Ch. 03



Ariana's pussy began to lubricate itself as it found itself unable to resist the constant thrust of the Inquisitor's fingers. The famed bloom never showed, but plenty of fluids filled the nether regions of the captive. The Inquisitor pumped her fingers in rhythm to the thrusts of her other hand between her own thighs. This was the moment that she enjoyed the most: when she could savor the pleasure of another's pain and hopefully help them to realize just how delicious it really was. 

There would be no moans of pleasure from Ariana as her cries softened to whimpers. The pain in her backside was still primary in her thoughts and the thrusting fingers were just another unpleasant reminder of her status within the world. Her body collapsed and her mind surrendered to the dark embraces of unconsciousness.

She would awake hours later in a small cell. Her whole body burned and ached and it took her several minutes to take count of the many injuries that had been inflicted upon her. There were some that had not been there prior to her black out and evidenced a more impassioned anger on the Inquisitor's part as she had realized that she had failed to do anything except get off. Ariana would realize with a start that the ground she sat on was raw soil- not stone. This new information brought the first semblance of joy that she experienced since her capture. Her body quickly rooted itself to the ground and the embrace of the quietness inside her exhausted mind filled her.

Ariana dreamed of happier times when she was a child. She remembered playing alone in the forests outside the city, sleeping amongst her trees and wildlife. The gentle whisper of the brook, the soft rustle of the breeze, the small crunching of her feet upon the fallen leaves all came rushing back to her as her body absorbed up the essence and nutrients of the earth. Those would be the last moments of peace upon the earth for Ariana. The next day she would be killed.

Of course, the first of the Reborn had no knowledge of this. She would awake feeling more refreshed and pain free then she had the day before. A small crack of a window would allow some sunshine and fresh air that would lift her spirits. When the guards came for her, she did not resist, finding a strange satisfaction and peace overcoming her. The women who bound her and prepared her for her final journey nervously tied Ariana to a large pole and carried her prone from the room. They were glad that she did not resist; knowing the last guards who had failed in capturing her had been burned alive and left to be buried by the wind. 

Ariana's eyes remained close throughout the journey. She had some idea as to where she was being taken, but did not want to think about it. The bobbing motion of the pole between the two Amazon guards would have made her sick if she had tried opening them anyways. Bend after bend, she would be carried until she began to hear the noise that confirmed her suspicions.

At first it was just a dull throbbing echo. The noise could have just been a strong wind trapped in the corridors, but there were no openings for it to enter. Then there was the slight tremor of the walls, and as they neared their destination the volume jumped to a roar. She had been taken to the Ellipse, a giant structure crafted in the early years by Givers. It held the entire population of the city and still had room for their giant plant companions. Lately the Ellipse had been used for public executions. In days gone by it had been a place of sacred harmony. The annual festivals and celebrations were held in its dirt floor. The new government and regime had changed all that. Now it was a place of death and destruction.

Ariana would not have the benefit of a quick and merciful death. She was to be made a sacrifice and a spectacle. The guards shored up any easiness in their step and unified into a march as the light of the day hit them and the cries of the multitude echoed in their ears. When the prisoner's green skin became obvious beneath the bright light of the sun, an even louder roar went up. Much of the populous had bought into the explanation that she had been responsible for the Givers going to root. Now she would be punished for her crime, and hopefully the Givers would be freed. This possibility carried the voices of the people high into the error as their torturer was set in the center of the stadium. 

Ariana had a moment to feel sad- she was in no way responsible for the Givers' abandonment of the Seeded. She had been singled out by the people she had loved solely because she was unique. Now she was too be sacrificed for her difference and her death would be rejoiced in. The guards had buried her pole in a carved recess in the sand and so she was propped up, her naked green body for all to see. She wondered for a moment how she would be executed when she received something of an answer.

A single guard slipped from the passageway from which Ariana had been carried and hurriedly approached the bound prisoner. She pressed a flask to her lips and pinched her jaw with a strong hand to force it open. For the second time in her life, Ariana received a large dosage of the leonine chemical directly to her system. Ariana was surprised by the suddenness of her bodies reaction to the chemical as her flower bloomed, its bright violet petals a stark contrast to her pale green skin. The crowd roared at the swift arousal the chemical brought; they knew a show the likes of which they would never see again was about to be unleashed. Once the guard had completed her task she slid behind Ariana and cut the bindings which held her still. Then she sprinted hard for the wall. 

Ariana pondered chasing after her, wondering why the sudden decision to flee. Her answer came in the hulking form of dozens of unWomen. They swarmed from two holding pens recessed into the sides of the Ellipse wall. 

A group of them cut the guard's escape route off and she ran to the nearest wall, crying for help from the crowds gathered there. A single Seeded female stretched out her hand and the guard leapt to catch it, their finger tips and palms locking and for a brief second it seemed as if she would escape. The powerful brutes thought otherwise and with giant arms tore the guard and her would be rescuer into the Ellipse. All the entryways and exits to the floor were cut off and barred for fear of further losses.  

Ariana meanwhile had been cornered against another wall by another pack of the men. She could still see the guard who had induced the intense arousal into her system waving her knife in an attempt to fend off the impending doom she and the other civilian faced. Ariana had the long pole she had been bound to clasped between her hands and she was also using it to keep the unWomen from encroaching any closer. At the moment they were a good eight feet off of her and each forward movement brought a harsh blow to their heads or groin. Ariana hoped she would be able to fend them off long enough for the other unWomen to capture the two other Seeded occupying the Ellipse with her. The crowd was berserk by now, crying for the beasts to ravage their victims, even the innocent ones. 

One brave or perhaps overly incensed man charged the guard. The force of his body's momentum buried the knife deep in his chest but, still he drove forward. He would die, the Seeded clasped in his forearms, the knife caught in his ribs. With animalistic hoots and cries the other men closed in on their now defenseless prey and quickly organized to take what they want. Their actions were semi-restrained as they tore the women's arms from their bodies and drug them to the sandy ground. They had no intention of killing their prey before they got what they wanted. Their massive erections hinted at what that might be. 

The guard was thrown face first into the dirt and as she tried to scramble to her feet she found one such cock waiting before her gasping mouth. There wasn't a chance for her to react before it plunged home. No sooner had her eyes shot open at the sudden entrance of the wide shaft, then another cock powered deep into her tightly clenched pussy. Her weak vaginal muscles caved beneath the strong thrust and she found herself filled from both ends by the stinking penises of the uncivilized, single-minded beasts. Her eyes filled with tears as the animals began to thrust, their cocks working in a steady rhythm. 

The civilian who had failed in her rescue and now needed one herself backed against the wall. She was a young woman who had not yet been Seeded by a Giver. She was a virgin in the truest sense of the word. And now she faced losing that virginity to six angry men who were eager to take whatever they could get from her. She would not have long to wait. The hairy arms stretched once more for her, and stilled her kicking legs and flailing arms. She was drug to the ground, face up, and stretched on the floor for the unWomen's delighted eyes. Their rough soiled hands pawed at her pure naked flesh, exploring all the aspects of female anatomy which they had been forbidden to enjoy. Then a cock would fill each of the holes which were found readily available. 

The first man to penetrate her was a large black man, his cock bouncing before him as he slid between her thighs and growled down at her. She stared over the hands groping her chest to the giant dick which would soon find her pussy a welcoming treat. The civilian had the chance to wish that it would not happen like this before the cock plunged home. It torpedoed through the thin barrier of flesh before retreating slightly and driving deeper. 

Her vision was obstructed by the shadow of another man kneeling over her head and she found two strong hands tilting her head back at a steep angle until her mouth gasped for air. The cock which had been waiting for just such an opportunity slid into her waiting mouth. The moist saliva lubricated its passage through her mouth and into her throat. Soon a pace which matched that of the man between her thighs developed in her mouth. She tried to bite down, but found the cock was too thick to allow for any strong bites and its thrusting would force her jaw down each time anyway. 

The unseeded woman tried to cry out as her pussy ached with the pounding it was receiving. It did its duty and lubricated her passageway, but the suddenness of the violation would not go away instantaneously. Her squirming hips drove the unWoman onward, as the motion elicited a delightful pressure on one side of his dick or another. The girl beneath him was tighter than the tasty morsels which he had been allowed in the breeding colony and he understood the value in being able to take as much as he wanted without being chained to some strange contraption. His howls of pleasure echoed above the crowd as he pounded his cock home, again and again. 

His victim was beginning to experience the first hints of pleasure emanating from within her body when the cock in her mouth found a deeper, tighter area to explore. The long shaft would slide down her throat and bury there before rocking backwards and forwards, never quite abandoning its post. Her air cut off, the unseeded struggled to breath and her first orgasm passed as almost an afterthought. The beast between her thighs would notice it and cry out once more as the sudden grip of her muscles beneath the head of his cock pushed him over the edge. 

The beast with his penis in her mouth would never notice the change in its partner. The gagging of her throat around his shaft was a sensation it loved and it only wanted more. So it would thrust deeper and harder, its cock never leaving her. Her airway was completely blocked by the dick and as her vision blurred and a numbing passed through her body, the civilian received a load of semen down her throat as a reward. The addition of the thick gooey liquid sealed off the airway entirely, and her last thought before blacking out was "Why me?"

The four beasts who had cornered the civilian would never notice the sudden lack of animation from their partner. They were too enraged over their mistreatment and only wanted to have the chance to stick their cocks deep into her. The first two beasts were viciously attacked by the waiting pair and a small fight broke out before they were subdued. Then the unconscious body of the woman, who had only tried to help, was violated again. 

The guard was fairing a little better. By now the pattern of the beasts' fucking had become regular and she found herself responding to the intensity of their passion. From the position she was in she was able to somewhat control the amount of cock that was in her mouth for a given period of time and so she would survive the unWomen's attentions. To the cheers of the crowd she found her hips gyrating on the long penetration and the heat emanating from it. Like many of the Seeded, she had lived a nearly abstained lifestyle since the abandonment of the Givers and, and she dearly needed the cock that she found in herself now. Her vagina had already acclimated to the stretching sensation the wide head brought and was working to lubricate itself fully. 

The guard had been through the breeding cycle only once and had enjoyed it greatly when given the opportunity. Now she found herself trapped between two of the men and their warm blooded cocks and the sensation was delightful. She worked to bring them off, eagerly eyeing the four other men clamoring for their opportunity to screw her. She tried tensing her pussy on the one dick while swallowing the other cock in her mouth. Her tongue was stuck against the underside of the broad penis, unable to move, but each thrust brought a salty reminder of what it contained. With her nose buried in the beast's pubic hair she moaned as loudly as possible. 

Her body would be hammered from one end into a cock then driven the opposite direction onto another. Her sensitive nipples and full breasts rubbed against the sandy floor of the Ellipse as she drooled from both ends on large penises. 

There was something erotically taboo about being taken by two freed men before all the chanting and cheering of her kind. She felt the familiar shudder of her orgasm coming as she reveled in the sensations the penises brought within her. Then it came washing over her and her controlled grind became a wild thrash. The beasts' seemed to love it and soon their white semen flooded the respective orifices that their cocks were buried in. 

She had never been allowed to taste the hot seed of man, but found it a delicious and addictive taste. Performing like some back street whore, she gulped down the fluids before thousands of screaming fans, and rhythmically pounded her body onto the rods filling her. With each writhing thrust her softer feminine curves would bounce momentarily- just given the opportunity to still before being hammered again. 

Ariana was still holding out against the large group of men who had gathered around her. By now the group which had been focused on the blacked out civilian had migrated towards her and the beasts were beginning to edge forward. Each step was met with a hard slap of the stick to sensitive regions, but the men in the rear were pushing the others forward. The Reborn was a little unnerved when suddenly they stopped and the men silently shifted away, forming a small walkway for another to approach through.

The one they deferred to was no ordinary example of the beasts. He was a giant white unWoman, his skin covered in a light blond hair, and massive muscles stacked over the human frame which supported it. There were a series of tattoos across his chest, warnings against approaching to close to him. He had shown too much intelligence for his captors' liking and was much to big to easily restrain. Three red circles with small crosses inside marked his forehead and caused Ariana to experience fear amidst the adrenaline which coursed through her green veins. Each symbolized the murder of a Seeded. 

Ariana could not believe that such a beast would not have been executed, but it soon became apparent that he had been saved for her. His penis was a full foot long and as thick as Ariana's forearm. Its size neared that of the leonine, but was obviously not as lithe and flexible as the creature's tail. It looked like a weapon, its angry red head wavering before him as he strode towards her. 

When he stepped within range of her, her stick flashed out, arcing quickly towards his head. She winced as she felt the wooden staff connect with flesh and when she reopened her eyes she saw that the stick had been blocked by a massive forearm. Before she could pull it back it was torn easily from her grip and tossed into the center of the Ellipse. With an intelligent and cruel grin the beast surged forward, one arm grabbing Ariana's shoulder and the other slipping underneath her chin and against her windpipe. 

The backward trip would end as Ariana's smaller frame slammed into the sandstone walls that separated the floor from the seats. She found herself lifted two feet off the ground, with the giant beast only inches away. It stared out at her, its blue eyes glowing into her violet ones. Then it slowly lowered her down the wall, her skin scraping raw against the abrasive surface. Ariana was confused until she felt her crotch come to a stop over the massive shaft of the monster's penis. With one hand around her throat, the other moved to her thigh. Using its strength, the unWoman began to press his victim farther down on its cock. 

Ariana's eyes rolled back in her head as her blossom was penetrated inch by massive inch. She was still extremely aroused by the leonine's chemical extract and the expansion her pussy was forced to adapt. Her twat's pink center was already coated in her own juices and more were forced outward as the dick gobbled up any available space within her passageway. Once Ariana was eight inches down on the dick she began to squirm, its iron-hard shaft filling her to what she thought was her limit. 

The probing length of the shaft was delightful for the chemically stimulated prisoner. Her inner folds were pulled apart as the thick veins of the penis pushed and stretched her in a way she had not been since her encounter with the wild beast. Against the sturdy wall of the Ellipse she ground her body, already succumbing to desire and pleasure. She was given a moment to enjoy being filled to her brim before the beast would stretch her further.

Its powerful buttocks and hips clenched as they charged forward and up, burying more of the penis within her. Small starbursts of pain and pleasure exploded within her twat as the head forged deeper into her. For a moment the hand around her neck released its hold, and her body hung suspended on the cock. The two mighty hands found her thighs and the dick pounded forward again. Ariana's breasts heaved as her breathing deepened at the sensation of a cock spearheading into her pussy. Soon the beast had a strong tempo going and its cruel blue eyes softened as it gazed upon its plaything.

Ariana reveled in the remembrance of hot human penis inside of her. The new one was much larger than her last and its breadth touched every bit of her pussy's inner surfaces. The curved length soon slid easily in and out of the sopping tunnel, splitting the pink folds apart then retreating again. Ariana's hands drifted nervously to the beasts shoulders as she tried to satiate the burning desire within her. Her legs locked around his hips and soon she was drilling herself upon his meat. She could smell the scent of his feral treatment upon him as it mixed with her sex. Her tight passage cleaned and recoated the dirty prick with her cleaner juices, marking that dick as her own. 

The massive cock head would reach to the back of her pussy and press into her cervix with each drive of his hips. Instead of resisting the discomfort this presented, Ariana found herself wanting the cock buried as deeply within her body as possible. So her body worked on opposite timing as the unWoman; when they each collided back together deep within her, she would be filled entirely.




For the Love of Botany: Future Ch. 03



The crowd around the stadium was cheering wildly and many of the audience had fallen to masturbating to the erotic games played out before them. Ariana's breasts bounced upon her chest as she rode to the top of the foot long penis and then was slammed home again. The broad head of the penis would support her momentarily at the peak of the fuck and would disappear back into her wet depths seconds later. Ariana was more than participating fully now, her own body working to bring more cock into her body. When her first orgasm came she was ready for it and eagerly anticipating the waves of intense pleasure it brought. 

Still pinned against the wall, Ariana would find herself nearing a second orgasm when she was distracted by a wave of heavily armed guards backing from a long hallway to the opposite end of the stadium. A loud roar from the man whose penis so fully penetrated her brought her back to the sex she was a partner too. He had cum. His massive cock shot and reloaded and shot again, tons of semen filling Ariana's womb with fluid. Her stomach and pussy warmed as they filled with the creature's fertile juices. The beast never faltered in its thrusts and much of the semen would pour down her spread thighs. Ariana went with him as her womb became a hot container of seed and her pussy sought to absorb the thick white fluid. She rotated her pussy on the thick vein covered penis until she could move no more and her second orgasm exploded. The human and the Reborn collapsed together against the wall as their sexes drank as much of each other as possible. 

A terrifying cry echoed from where the armed squadron had just retreated. It was a singular noise that every woman and girl were taught to fear and even the unWomen turned in terror at its repeat. Ariana's violet eyes shone outward, tears forming, as they saw the creature which padded out of the hall. The guards pedaled backwards hurriedly, their weapons carried before them and their eyes never leaving the massive feline form. They ignored the growls of the men and the clamoring of the crowd. They only wanted to escape before the creature charged. They would manage to get out and behind the stone stockade just before the creature's puzzled walk became a full on charge. 

Ariana's terror would be redoubled as a second of the beasts entered the ring. The man who had just fucked her completely dropped her to the ground, a similar look of terror filling his face. 

Silence swept over the crowds as they watched at this most vicious of punishments. Only a truly evil individual could deserve so vicious a fate. 

The two tigrans took up a position in the center of the Ellipse, their large heads swaying from side to side as they evaluated those trapped with them. 

Ariana's partner would attempt to organize some sort of unified defense within the grunting and growling language of the unWomen. But it would last only a few seconds before the onslaught of two caged tigrans. 

Once all the men had been dispatched, the blood soaked beasts turned towards the three women trapped with them. The unconscious girl was ignored. Ariana and the guard attracted their attention first.

The sex crazed monsters would easily overcome their victim's efforts to resist the stabbing thrusts of their barbed penises. As always, the mating of the Seeded and the tigrans would end in death, following insemination. The creatures merely needed the woman's womb to store and harbor the eggs that were deposited deep within. 

Once the ring had fallen still, the Seeded would not attempt to recapture the creatures, instead they executed them from a distance. The Ellipse's ancient stage would be cleaned of all bodies save one: Ariana. Her lifeless form would be burned unceremoniously in the center of the ring and her ashes left to be scattered by the wind. 

The next few days would be ominously stormy. Severe winds and rains lashed the unsteady foundations of the civilization. Quietly and in darkened corners, the Seeded began to fear that perhaps they had been wrong about the first of the Reborn. A pervasive nervousness spread, like a disease amongst the oldest of the Seeded. Those who remembered the past, silently dreaded the future. 

Then three days before the end of the seasonal cycle something unheard of since old times happened. 

It was a foretelling of what was to come.