3 comments/ 35022 views/ 1 favorites Symbiosis By: medjay It was about a ten o'clock when Cavanaugh came through the front door of the hostel, stomping his feet and brushing snow from his jacket. Snow! In Albuquerque, New Mexico of all places! He'd thumbed a ride in from a jovial enough real estate agent named Dave near Santa Fe. Twenty minutes later the snow was falling so hard Cav thought he was back in Chicago. Dave rode the brake of his 2001 Altima; slipping, sliding and cursing all the way to the front door of the Route 66 Hostel where he let Cav out. "Thanks for the ride." "No problem, youngster." Dave inched away from the curb and slowly drove into the night, off to his wife, kids, mistress or whatever occupied his life. Since thumbing from Chicago, Cav had met all types and, generally, the people were nice; a positive reminder of the good aspects of living in America. His favorite ride had come while he was still in Illinois. A couple of college girls on their way to Carbondale had picked him up at a gas station, giggling and flirting with him the whole time between Joliet and Urbana. Karen, the driver, had stared at him through the rearview, running her hand through her shoulder-length red hair while her friend Jen spent the majority of the time turned around in her seat, facing him and asking a lot of sexually charged questions, laughing loudly and slapping his knee every time he said anything even remotely funny. They'd invited him to come along to Carbondale with them and do some partying but he politely declined, promising to call them and visit if he was ever in the area again. He didn't doubt that hanging with Karen and Jen would have been rewarding but he'd done the college girl thing plenty of times and didn't want to get sidetracked so early in his trip. Cavanaugh wiped his boots on the mat in front of the hostel's door and made his way to the front desk. Behind it sat a man so old he looked like he might have witnessed the last stand at the Alamo. His head was buried in an old Robert Ludlum hardcover. Cav dropped his backpack on the floor and waited for the oldster to notice him. Several moments went by with no reaction from the man. Cav cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Sir?" "Yuh." Cav was a bit startled when only one of the oldster's eyes rolled to look at him. The other stayed glued to the book. "I'd like a room for the night." The old man shifted in his chair, bones creaking. "Lucky," he said, reaching for some kind of leather-bound ledger. "Storm. Lotta vacancies tonight." "Great." "Strange weather patterns. All year. Strange patterns." The old man ran his finger up and down the entries in the book, one eye on the page, the other seeming to stare at a spot just over Cav's shoulder. He realized the eye must be glass. Unnerved, he looked around. The hostel looked like it might have previously been some sort of large ranch style home. The walls actually seemed to be made from adobe, and all the doorways had high arches. The front room had been converted into a library with two broken down couches and a coffee table. On one of the couches was a sleeping man with a newspaper in his lap, feet propped up on one of the cushions. The entire place was decorated in a Native American motif that Cav found to be particularly cheesy since he himself was half Cherokee. The oldster picked up a pen. "Name." "Cavanaugh Butler." "Stayin' how long?" "Just one night." "On the run or chasin' somebody?" Cav thought this was a rather intrusive question, especially since he actually was on the run. On the run from debts, relationships, and a life that had made him miserable for the past few years. After losing his parents to a retirement village in Florida, getting fired from his job at a hot shot ad agency and getting dumped by his girlfriend, Cav had decided that Chicago had little left to offer him. Depressed and frustrated, Cav had bought a map of the United States, tacked it to the wall, closed his eyes and threw a dart at it. Two days later, he'd vacated his apartment and was on his way to southern California. "On the run, I guess you'd say. Running from the old life." The oldster nodded as if this was all the information he needed. "Startin' new is always good. Go somewhere nobody knows your name or your face. Good as long as you ain't got folks that'll miss ya." Cav snorted. "Not really. Unless you count a landlord looking for the last month's rent as 'missing' me." "Well it costs money to rent rooms here. I don't want to be 'missing' you come mornin'." Cav laughed then quieted down when he saw the stern look on the old man's face. "Got a couple of choices," he went on. "Large rooms. Eight beds each. Sixteen bucks a night. Got some smaller rooms though. Four beds each. Those go for twenty. Little cozier." Cav thought about it. An extra four dollars for less roommates. Less chances of having to sleep with a snorer. Hell, he could afford it. "Sounds great. I'll take it." Cav reached into his pocket, counted out twenty dollars and slapped it on the desktop. The old man took the money, wrote out a barely legible reciept, and handed Cav a key. "Room 2. Upstairs." "Thanks." Cav bent down to grab his bag. "Rules." The old man said this sharply and Cav looked up. The one glass eye continued to stare dully over his shoulder while the other fixed him with a severe gaze. "No drinking in the rooms or in the library, only in the kitchen. Dishes. You use 'em you wash 'em. Food with a name on it: don't touch. No name: free for all. Check out at noon." "Got it. Thanks." "Yup." Cav hurried through the library and up the stairs to get away from the creepy oldster with the wandering eye. He found his room and let himself in. Four bunks sat on opposite sides of a rather large room. All the beds were made and there were no signs of any other occupants and Cav wondered if he had the room to himself. He chose the bottom bunk closest to the window and sat down. The mattress felt like it had been stuffed with old beer bottles and doorknobs. It was covered by a natty orange blanket that smelled faintly of fabric softener. He placed his backpack at the foot of the bed and went down the hall to use the bathroom. He was dismayed to see that there was no shower, just an old, rust-stained claw-foot bathtub with no stopper. Oh well. . . He'd only be here for a night. He went back to the room, kicked off his boots, turned off the light and flopped down on the bed. A streetlight from outside shown through the thin, yellowing curtains at the window, casting a dim glow over the room. Cav listened to the howling wind and closed his eyes, not ever bothering to take his clothes off and get under the covers. He was exhausted from traveling and was thinking that maybe he should have taken Karen and Jen up on their offer to go partying in Carbondale. The way they'd been flirting with him he might have gotten good for a threesome. He hadn't had that kind of fun since his college days. He thought of Karen, with her long red hair and full lips; then Jen: shorter, chubbier, yet prettier. Slowly, his hand crept into his pants as his imagination conjured up a scenario that would have found them pulled over at a rest stop on I-57 with both girls in the back seat giving him head. Cav shifted on the uncomfortable mattress, thinking that maybe he should undo his belt and, after a moment, he dozed off completely. * * * * * Cavanaugh was startled awake by the feeling that someone was in the room watching him. At first he had no idea where he was at and looked around the dim room confusedly until it registered that he was at a hostel in Albuquerque. Then he looked over at the woman who was sitting by the window staring at him. The diffuse light from outside struck her in profile and showed that she was young and slim with long wavy hair. He couldn't make out her facial features. He realized that he still had his hand stuck down his pants like Al Bundy. Embarrassed, he pulled his hand away, glad he hadn't undone his belt and really started stroking his knot like earlier. He sat up on his elbows and squinted at the woman in the dim light. "Hello," he said, awkwardly. "Hello," she replied. "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm sorry." "No, no, it's okay." How long had he been asleep? How long had she been sitting there staring at him? He hadn't even heard her come in. "I. . . I'm not in your bed or anything am I? None of them seemed to be taken so I just picked one." "No, it's not my bed." "Oh. Okay." Now what? He wasn't in her bed so why was she just sitting there in the dark? "You must be tired from traveling. You didn't even take off your clothes." She spoke softly and had a trace of a foreign accent but damned if Cav could place it. "Yeah. It was a rough day. I started thumbing it from Oklahoma City this morning." "Hitchhiking is dangerous," she said, matter-of-factly. "I guess I like the thrill. What's you name?" Instead of answering, she looked out the window and Cav saw that her features were Arabic or perhaps Indian. She wore a dark knit sweater with several buttons undone and Cav found himself staring at the swells of her breasts. She wore no bra and Cav thought he saw what could be the beginning of an aureole but, then again, it could have been a shadow. Her denim dress was long and split up the middle revealing the thigh of her crossed leg almost up to the crotch. The toenails of her bare feet were painted red. "My sisters will be back soon." It took a moment for him to realize what she'd said. "Your sisters?" "We live here. This is our room." "Oh. Are you sure I'm not in someone's bed?" If this woman shared this room with her sisters on some sort of semi-permanent basis, why hadn't that weird old guy at the counter put him somewhere else? She turned to look at him again. "You're handsome. My sisters will like you." "Huh?" She shifted in her chair causing her sweater to pull tight against her breasts. Cav stared wide-eyed as the fabric seemed to slip away from her left breast only to be replaced by a cascade of her dark hair. He blinked and the sweater was back the way it had been, as if it had all been a trick of the light. "What is your name?" "Cav. . . Cavanaugh." "My sister's will like you, Cavanaugh. One probably more than the other but in the end it will be the same." "In the end of what?" Cav was thoroughly confused now and felt strangely intoxicated as if he'd been drinking wine or smoking herb. And he noticed a very faint smell in the air. After a few seconds he realized it was the scent he associated with sex. His dick had become rock hard and was bulging in his pants. He made no attempt to hide it from the woman. She blinked at him several times before asking, "You would like to meet my sisters, yes?" "Yeah," he said, stupidly. Her eyes fell to the tent he was pitching in his pants and he thought he saw her bite her lip but, once again, he wasn't sure. Fuck this. He got up and started to cross the room to turn on the light. His eyes were playing tricks on him and this woman was starting to wig him out. He flipped the switch once. Twice. Nothing. "Is something wrong?" "Goddamned light's not working," he muttered. He reached for the door handle intending to step into the hallway and get some fresh air when he felt her moving behind him. He turned and there she was, not three feet away from him. Jesus! He hadn't even heard her walk across the room! He shrank back against the door like an actor in a suspense movie. The woman was tall. Almost as tall as him. He still couldn't get a clear look at her features but his original idea that she was Arabic still seemed correct. Her eyes were dark, almost black, her skin dusky. Her left hand reached for the bulge in his pants, pausing just centimeters from making contact. She exhaled softly. Her breath smelled like cinnamon. Her hand hovered in front of his crotch, moving as if it were caressing but not touching. Cav reached to take hold of her shoulders but she skirted away and was across the room in an instant. Cav started to follow, suddenly overcome with desire for this strange woman and barely able to think. Underneath the foggy cloud that had descended on his brain, Cav's rational mind screamed at him that something very wrong was happening to him right now. "What's . . . going on?" he croaked. "You want me," she said, flatly. "What . . .?" "You want me, Cavanaugh." "Yes," he replied, though she hadn't phrased it as a question. "Tell me." "I . . . want you." She began to take off her sweater. "You want to touch me." She ran her hands over her moderately sized breasts. Her nipples were hard. Cav continued to move slowly towards the woman but was suddenly overcome by a wave of dizziness, lost his balance and fell to the floor. A small part of him continued to insist that nothing good was going to come of this; that he should get up and run like hell, forget his bag and shoes and just get as far away as possible. Instead, he reached up to the woman with a trembling hand, determined to feel her skin against his. She stared down at him with a vacant look and moved away before his fingers found her leg. "I am sorry, Cavanaugh. You may not." Defeated, Cav curled onto his side and let his hand fall to the floor, his knuckles rapping painfully on the hardwood. He was panting now and his boxers were soaked with precum. The dizziness returned and in a few seconds Cav lost consciousness, the last thing he saw being the woman returning to her seat by the window, her sweater back on as if she'd never shed it. * * * * * The first thing Cav noticed when he came to was a spring from one of the room's broken-down mattresses jabbing him uncomfortably in the back. The second thing was that he was naked and someone was rubbing a hand up and down his left thigh. The bizarre events of the evening came rushing back to him and he opened his eyes groggily, fully expecting to see the strange Arab-looking woman standing over him. Instead, he saw a strikingly beautiful black woman who was also naked except for a hand-crafted beaded necklace. One hand caressed his thigh while the other played in her thick wavy hair. "He's pretty," she said. "And I like his dick. Not too big, not too small." Cav jerked as she ran her hand across his testicles and over his shaft. "You should have fun with this one. I believe he has a lot of passion." Cav recognized the voice of the Arab woman. She seemed to still be sitting by the window. "He looks like he could be a movie star. Or a rock musician." The black woman lightly brushed her fingers over Cav's chest sending shivers through his body. His dick oozed a couple of drops of clear liquid. "You like the bad boys don't you, Ifa?" This voice was new. Deeper, and with a more sardonic edge. Cav couldn't see her but it sounded like she was sitting on one of the other beds. "More than the types you enjoy, Alexia." Ifa said. "And Kanta only likes the dreamers. Both of you miss out on the fun stuff." She scratched at Cav's beard stubble, then put her index finger into his mouth. Cav sucked on her finger gently until she pulled it out and placed it in her own mouth, tasting his spit. She then took the same finger and put it between her legs. Cav just stared. He no longer felt alarmed by what was happening. He was now overcome with a feeling of raw sexual hunger quite different from the desire he had for the Arab woman: Kanta he assumed her name was. The delirious confusion he'd suffered earlier was gone, replaced by a crystal clear feeling that he wanted, no, NEEDED to fuck this woman named Ifa. All other thoughts had been brushed from his mind. Ifa took her finger from between her legs and put it back in Cav's mouth. He sucked it hard, tasting and swallowing the thin juice from her pussy. She took her finger away when he began to bite. Cav reached to touch her but she batted his hand away. "Be still," she said. Cav heard bedsprings squeak as the third woman stood up and stepped into view. She was taller than Ifa by more than a foot. Long blonde hair hung almost to her waist and she wore a sheer black robe, open at the front revealing her ample breasts. Through the fabric of the robe Cav saw an intricate pattern of tribal tattoos running up her right arm, over her shoulder, across her breasts and down her left leg. The thing that struck him the most, though, were her eyes; blue, cold and cheerless. She gazed down at him with the detached interest of a scientist looking at a specimen about to be dissected. Without a word, the woman grabbed Cav's dick and squeezed it. Her long, blood-red painted fingernails had been filed down to sharp points and she pressed them into Cav's shaft painfully. He gasped and sat up, trying to pry her hand away. She loosened the pressure a bit but did not let go. Another large droplet of precum had oozed out and sat glistening on the head of his dick. "He's leaking, Ifa," Alexia said. "Better get it before it runs off." Ifa bent forward and licked off the drop of fluid, swirling it around in her mouth for a second before swallowing it. Alexia released him and stepped back, leaving four indentations in his shaft. She'd stopped just before breaking the skin. The sharp pain had served to clear Cav's mind for the moment and he managed to find his voice and say, "What's goin' on? Who the hell are you?" Ifa placed her hand on his chest again and pushed him back down. "Wait . . ." Cav made a feeble attempt to resist but the lust had risen up in him again and, once more he found himself unable to focus on anything but Ifa. Heat seemed to radiate from her palm and flood his whole body. "Don't worry, Cavanaugh," she breathed as she began to mount him. "You'll enjoy this." "But . . ." She silenced him by placing her mouth on his and sucking on his tongue. He ran his hands up and down her back, feeling the muscles as they flexed and undulated. Even though she seemed to be laying still, her body was in constant motion and Cav didn't even notice she was sliding her pussy onto his cock until the head was already in. She worked herself down until he was planted firmly inside her then sat up, her hands holding his shoulders tightly. She began to ride his dick, slowly. Cav gasped as she contracted her muscles tightly around him. It felt as if a small fist were inside her pussy squeezing and milking his dick. He'd met of couple of females who could clench their vaginal muscles but never with this much skill, this much control. He reached up to grab her breasts and she caught his hands, smoothly placing them back by his sides. "I want to touch you," he said, weakly. She ignored him and continued her gyrations. He realized vaguely that Kanta had sat down on the foot of the bed and Alexia was still hovering over them. Ifa put her hands on his abdomen and began to fuck him with even more vigor. She'd started sweating and was biting her bottom lip. Her butt cheeks clapped together loudly every time she brought her pussy down on him. He looked over at Alexia and saw that she had produced a small velvet bag with a drawstring on top. She undid the string and opened the top of the bag, revealing something that glinted silver in the low light. Cav tried to make out what was in the bag but became distracted by Alexia's tattoos, which seemed to be moving; writhing up and down her arm and leg. They didn't look like tribal tattoos anymore, more like hundreds of tiny snakes. What the hell . . .? She shifted and, suddenly, Cav couldn't tell if he'd seen what he thought he had or not. "Uhhhh!" Ifa groaned and started rolling her hips in a circular motion. Cav could feel her juices flowing over his scrotum. His pubic hair was soaked. Jesus, this was the best sex he'd ever had and she'd been on top the whole time, a position Cav usually didn't care for. Symbiosis He looked down at the foot of the bed and saw that Kanta had taken her sweater off again. The sight almost made him forget about Ifa. Kanta's breasts were perfect. Her skin was perfect. Even though he was up to his balls in Ifa's pussy, he had a maddening desire to just touch Kanta, to feel her skin and breath on him, to run his hands through her hair. He reached out to her but she didn't move and Cav was struck with an faint feeling of fatigue. Ifa raised up a bit and got her feet under her in a squatting position. "Fuck me." Cav obeyed and began to thrust up inside her. Each time he withdrew Ifa tightened her pussy muscles, massaging the head of his dick until he wanted to scream. He reached for her clit and Ifa allowed him to touch it. He circled it with his thumb and she threw her head back. "Ahhhh!" Her juice was milky white now and running down his shaft. The smell of her sex and sweat was thick in the room. "On top . . .!" Cav gasped, trying to flip her over so he could really get to it. "No." Ifa let him sit up and wrap his arms around her waist but that was it. She continued to ride him. He found her mouth and kissed her again. She cradled his face in her hands and pushed his head down so he could suck on her tits. Her movements became faster until she was bucking on top of him. "Enough of that, Ifa," Alexia said, suddenly. "Lay him back down." Ifa pushed Cav back onto the bed and he looked up at Alexia. She'd taken something out of the velvet pouch and he saw with alarm that it was a needle, thick and about four inches long. "Wait a minute . . .!" He tried to move away but Ifa kept shifting her weight, not allowing him leverage. She grabbed both his wrists and pinned them over his head, holding him down as Alexia took the needle and jabbed it into his left nipple. He yelped and began to jerk back and forth. Before he knew it, Alexia had placed a second needle into his other nipple. "Shit! What the hell?!" The pain was intense and Cav tried to pull his hands away from Ifa's grip so he could snatch the needles from his skin. As he struggled, Ifa continued to slide up and down his cock, all the time saying, "Shhhhh . . . . It'll be okay. Shhhhh." As she fucked him Cav began to feel his fear and anxiety fade away. Once again, that tiny voice in the back of his mind yelled at him to get the fuck out of there. To overpower these women and run like hell before it was too late. But that voice had become dim. It was as if he'd been drugged ever since he'd woken up to find the first woman in the room. Cav relaxed as the last of his willpower drained away. The pleasure of the sex and the pain in his nipples confused his senses and he was unable to focus clearly on either. And, he still felt strongly that he wanted to touch and lay with Kanta, who still sat at the foot of the bed with a serene look on her face. Alexia pulled several more needles from the bag, sticking them into his chest and shoulders. There was no blood. Cav's breath quickened as his orgasm began to build. "Yes . . ." Ifa breathed. "Give it to me." Ifa lifted up off his dick took it in her hand, putting the head in her mouth. She sucked on his dick and took it deep into her throat, tickling his balls with the tip of her tongue. Cav groaned and began to come. Ifa swallowed and milked his dick until there was nothing left. Cav exhaled and lay on the bunk, spent. Ifa purred and rested her head on his thigh, lightly kissing the head of his softening dick. "He's a good one," she said, smiling. "He should last for a long time." "Yes." Alexia stood over him, her expression still cold but now hungry. Her tattoos appeared to be moving again. Cav tried to shift on the bed but he had no energy. The points where the needles had been inserted throbbed hotly but he couldn't lift his arm to remove them. All he could manage was a weak, croaking, "What . . .?" "You will be staying here with us now," Kanta said. Her sweater was back on again. "Can't . . ." Ifa continued to kiss him and he stopped trying to talk. "It is an honor that you've been chosen," Kanta said. "Many don't satisfy all three of us. My sisters are easier to please but what I need is different, as you can tell." Cav looked at her again and was once more struck with a deep sense of longing. "Stop it, Kanta," Ifa said. "You've taken enough from him tonight. It's Alexia's turn." Kanta held his gaze for a few seconds more then looked away. Alexia walked across the room and came back with another, bigger velvet bag. Ifa looked up at her and said, "Try to save his face for a little while. He's the prettiest one to come through here in years." "Just a little while." Alexia reached into the bag and withdrew another needle. This one had a hook on one end of it and a circular slot on the other. Alexia looked down at him, her eyes icy, showing not a hint of Ifa's passion or Kanta's wistfulness. She raised her latest instrument and moved toward him. "Time to begin," she said. Cav closed his eyes and waited. The pain started soon after. * * * * * Cav no longer had any concept of time; day or night. He didn't know how long he'd been here. His existence had become a swirl of sensations. At some point they'd moved him into the basement where three cots sat in a row. On the cot next to him lay an older man who stared up at the ceiling catatonically at all times. The other was empty. Every once in a while Ifa or Alexia would bring him food and water. Kanta would sit with him but she would never touch him. She spent a lot of time with the man on the other cot. On a regular schedule the feeding would happen. "Feeding" was the word the women used. Ifa would mount him and ride his dick, always taking him in her mouth and swallowing when he came. He never lost his urge for the sex and it was always as good as the first time. Then, Alexia would go to work on him, always using different instruments of torture. Sometimes the pain was minimal, other times excruciating. When she finished, her eyes always seemed a little less cold. Occasionally, Kanta would pull a chair up to the cot and talk to him. The conversations were vague and he usually forgot them after she was gone. He never stopped wanting to be with Kanta, to just touch her. She never let him. "Thank you," she would say. "Thank you for the gifts you've given us." The feeling of being drugged never left him and the though of trying to escape didn't cross his mind. At one point, he asked Kanta what they were. "Think of us as whatever you want," she'd said. "Parasites," he suggested, slowly. She smiled. "No, not quite. Plus, that's a nasty sounding word. I don't like it. One day you will understand and appreciate. At the end it will all be clear." Kanta stood up and left. The man on the cot next to him followed her with his eyes until she was gone. Cav closed his eyes and thought about the end. * * * * * A warm spring breeze followed Derek Thomas through the door of the Route 66 Hostel. He hefted his rucksack and stepped to the desk. Behind it was an old man reading a Tom Clancy hardcover. "I'd like a room, please." The old man looked up, stick a bookmark in his novel and opened the leather-bound ledger on his desk. "Name." "Derek Thomas." "Stayin' how long?" "Just one night." "On the run or chasin' somebody?" Derek paused and smiled. "On the run, I guess . . . ." * * * * * Thank you for reading. I tried to do something a little different with this one. If you like it please feel free to check out my other stories. Don't forget to vote and send feedback to let me know what worked for you and what didn't. All the past comments have very insightful. Thanks! "Derek Thomas." "Stayin' how long?" "Just one night." "On the run or chasin' somebody?" Derek paused and smiled. "On the run, I guess . . . ." * * * * * Thank you for reading. I tried to do something a little different with this one. If you like it please feel free to check out my other stories. Don't forget to vote and send feedback to let me know what worked for you and what didn't. All the past comments have very insightful. Thanks! Symbiosis As he read his novel by the flickering warmth of the dying firelight, I gazed at him longingly. A most likely candidate for my attentions was he, aged from a multitude of unique experiences into the reclusive hulk of what once was. Beset by memories, and beyond the ability to procreate, he would soon cross over into my world of timeless freedom that he had barely glimpsed in dreams but dismissed as childlike fantasy. Yet deep within his loins, the seeds of life still churned with unfulfilled release beneath the lifeless organ of their deliverance. As my hunger grew, I wondered if he was one of the now numerous males that had their life delivering cords surgically mutilated in a barbaric attempt to prevent reproduction. Good seed was becoming more difficult to find and harder still to feed on. My first memories were of the life that was brutally torn from me within a few short months of its creation along with the womb in which it rested. It was deemed my life should be committed to pleasuring the Inn's clientele rather than breeding to repay my Father's gambling indebtedness. The remainder of my short life was spent mostly on my back hosting a multitude of various unwashed genitals in my now mangled recesses. They would pound me, flood me, and collapse atop me with spent passions and empty wallets. Somehow, despite the revulsion, I found pleasure in giving pleasure, and learned to focus on my client's deepest unmet desires to quickly fulfill their needs and encourage their return. On one particular August evening, I was introduced and seduced by a most charming traveler whose real nature became apparent once I disrobed and exposed my charms to his lustful eyes. Years of anger and frustration, undoubtedly tainted by ale, emerged and I was pummeled into oblivion with nary a chance to defend myself. Hence I entered the twilight realm in which I dwell. At first the misty and formless environment was frightening. A Sister from untold eons suddenly appeared through the whispering mists, gently consoling and comforting me, enlightening me to the wonders of my new found home before disappearing from whence she came. Now unhindered, I travel at whim and will, roaming through this lonely yet passionate world while taking the priceless seed from unsuspecting hosts to fill my hunger. A parasite, I move through the amazing world of men's erotic fantasies, enchanting them while drawing the life giving seed only from the most prolific; watching their life slip away as my own is renewed. Time fosters wisdom, and I've learned the more mature seed, though less plentiful, is far more fulfilling. And too, I've seen the ravages of stress, disease, and contraception reduce this once abundant fertile field into a weed infested wasteland of tainted seed and lost dreams – humanity on the verge of inhumanity saved only by the virtuous and hopeful few. Even now, as I flow through the frail walls fueled by my almost incapacitating hunger, I ponder the chances of humanities survival, much like those before me have done. He lies under a thin cover that takes the chill from the cool autumn air with an unshaven smile compressing the wrinkles of his sleeping brow. Pausing briefly to marvel at his features, I gently withdraw the knitted material to expose the plaid boxers tightly entwined around his upper thighs. With deftness cultivated by a century of experience, I gently freed the wrinkled material from his aging skin and pulled them free without stirring him from his slumber; now tainted by the erotic fantasy I was weaving in his thoughts. Knowing his manhood would be hard pressed to engorge fully for penetration, I sucked the flaccid flesh into my mouth, savoring the firmness growing beneath the soft silky flesh that could only be found on a human male. My delicate fingers found the crinkled flesh cradling his two life giving orbs and as my experienced gaze followed, I spied the unmistakable scar of a vasectomy. He had no life to offer me this night, so I gently replaced the blanket and made haste towards the street and a far more fulfilling host. He stood magnificently just beyond the front door, in a dark overcoat with his hands on his hips and an uncanny grin that revealed two gleaming incisors. He was the first member of the undead I'd ever encountered. Different yet similar to the predominant species, he hungered as I. Somehow I knew he could sedate my need and I could sedate his. I knelt down before him and carefully revealed his beautiful organ of reproduction wordlessly as he chuckled with anticipation. He closed his eyes and his cool unearthly fingers buried themselves in my black flowing hair as I set about freeing his essence from the two large orbs where they waited. My tongue worked fervently abound his engorged crown as my lips caressed the sweet throbbing flesh of his desire. His passion erupted swiftly into my throat; a burning essence unlike any I had taken before. His beastly moans echoed down the lane as his hips thrust forcefully. I drank until my belly was full yet his stature and virility remained unaffected as streams of his essence continued to cascade down my burning throat. Finally sedated, I rose to his sinister grin and trembled within as he gently tilted my head and buried his fangs into the tender and exposed flesh of my neck. There was a quick pinch and searing warmth that cascaded throughout my veins as he drank from me unrelentingly. As I looked towards the heavens, I saw the stars began to twinkle, dim, and finally disappear. I awoke in his arms sometime later, warm and wondering. His gentle smile refreshed my memory yet I felt no fear. His cool fingers stroked my face; a gently kiss on my forehead reassured me, and kept me from flight. We could hear each other without words and learned that we had indeed helped one another symbiotically. His seed would give me new life, and my blood would renew his. When I hungered, my newly formed teeth could quickly pierce the wrinkled skin to access the vast reserves of life-giving seed my unwitting donor carried, while my blood would allow this dark and handsome creature the opportunity to meld the minds of his future victims with dreams of passion and desire. I would need to avoid the light, but experience, as would he, immortality on a previously unknown level. We parted with a loving kiss and as I rubbed my tongue over my newest assets, I gave him a parting fantasy that would last throughout eternity. Symbiosis My story starts off during a camping trip, deep in the woods, well outside of what most people would call civilization, which suited me just fine. I was lucky enough that I had an abundance of cash but nothing on which I needed to spend it on. I was one of the few that managed to make a killing in the stock market instead of losing everything during the time before the dot-com bust. Because of this, I could waste quite a lot of money on whatever I wanted. Now, this doesn't mean I was a rich snob, or anything even remotely similar. In fact I still didn't often waste money on expensive junk that didn't do anything worthwhile. Most of my expenses went into hobbies and other things that ended up giving a satisfying pay off in the end in some way or another. My most common hobby was hiking and exploring forests that most people would never look twice at. This, combined with a love of photography, allowed me to return at least part of my costs by selling photographs of scenes of beauty in nature most people would never see otherwise. Now, aside from hiking, camping, and various forms of adventuring in the wilderness, I also had a love of gardening. It wasn't necessarily growth of flowers and vegetables/fruit, it was for the most part collecting strange and interesting plants that were hard to find or rare. This meant that I usually carried around some equipment that would allow me to retrieve new plants on my journeys across the country. That is how I found the vine. To this day I have no idea what the vine might do on its own in the wild, but I eventually found a use for it, or perhaps it is better to say it found a use for me. I discovered it when hiking through a small part of a dense patch of forest on the western slopes of the Rocky Mountains. I was walking along a nearly impassable area when I suddenly stumbled into a small clearing. It was surrounded by tall, ancient trees, and in the very center was the fire-blackened stump of what must have been a massive tree in its day. This wasn't so odd, as many parts of forests this old had locations where a tree had at one time been struck by lightning, but where the forest hadn't yet had time to recover the area the old tree had dominated. What drew me into it, aside from it being an excellent area to camp for the night, was a peculiar vine growing upon the stump. At first observation, it was just colorful, having very dark leaves almost the color of aqua, and having the rest of the growth a vibrant, almost neon green. It did not appear to have any flower growth, but it might not have been its primary growth season yet, though it was late summer and quite warm. It was of a species I had never seen before, and I decided right then that I had to make sure to bring home a cutting of it so I could see what it might turn out like. ----- I struck camp early the next morning, eager to explore a bit more before returning home. Before I left, I made sure to cut a sample of the vine to place in a small sample jar that contained a nutrient mixture designed to help the cutting start new roots and grow safely during its transportation. Unfortunately, or perhaps not, I accidentally cut myself slightly when I got my sample, and the pain caused me not to notice that when my blood contacted the piece of vine I cut that the stem and undersides of the leaves glowed slightly for a brief moment. Lucky for me I was near the other end of my hiking circuit, so it didn't take me more than a couple of hours to reach my truck. After that, it was only half a day to reach my home, which wasn't terribly far from where I'd been hiking. ----- Now, as you already know, I had plenty of money, so I was able to build a house in the style that I wanted. First off, it was on a very large chunk of land, maybe a hundred acres, mostly of forest, with a nice small stream crossing very close to my house. This lent itself to naturally irrigating whatever I chose to grow, which was convenient. The house itself wasn't special, just a large single story itself parked on a single acre of lawn. It was simple but very comfortable. I had my garden to the back and a nice set of fruit trees to either side, with simple unornamented lawn to the front. When I arrived, I put away my gear, and went into my indoor growth room. This I'd had build with the purpose in mind of my hobby. It had a glass roof with an efficient irrigation system hung from it that also conveniently doubled as a fire extinguishing system if the need arose. It had a powerful but fine tuned heating and cooling system, and was hermetically sealed so I could get things of all types growing in the quickest and most effective way possible. I took out my sample jar and was amazed that the vine had not only fared well, but had grown very well. It had started out only about an inch long, but had grown to the entire length of the specimen jar, which was half a foot long, and was even pressing against the lid in an effort to grow more. It had certainly grown its roots out well too, which had completely filled the bottom two inches where the nutrient mixture had been. It didn't take me long to fit it into a large pot of soil, set the temperature to a level similar to what I'd found it in, and set the irrigation system to periodically water it. ----- I had intended to spend the next couple of weeks relaxing, doing little but watching the vine grow. Instead, I spent the time keeping an eye on the vine's growth. The vine grew at an astonishing rate, gaining a half a foot in just the first day. It grew to around two feet on the second day, and then it didn't gain any height at all on the next 2 days. I was a bit puzzled, but decided that even though it had more vertical room to grow, it might want a larger area for its root system before it gained any more height. That day, before I went to bed, I replanted it in a foot high planter box situated beneath my window. When I woke up the next day, having slept in till near noon because I didn't have any plans for the day, I decided to check in on the vine. When I looked out the window, I was amazed at its growth, which had increased by another half a foot in just half the day. I kept an eye on it during the day, and each time I checked it was taller still. At the end of the day, it had reached the bottom of my window. Over the next couple days, the vine continued its growth rate, gaining about a foot each day, until on the sixth day after I'd transplanted it the growth changed when it reached the trellis I'd attached for it above my window. At that point, it started spreading out to either side, and did so for another two days. At this point, I noticed that the vine had finally started budding. Hanging from tightly coiled tendrils above my window were flower buds the size of softballs. At this time the vine had started some kind of growth out of the ground in front of its stem at about the same time the flower buds had started showing up. It took almost a week from that point, but eventually it seemed to reach some kind of metamorphosis, and stopped growing. There were now about a dozen coiled tendrils with the flower buds hanging from above my window, and the growth at the base of the vine had gotten huge. It was at least three feet tall, and two feet wide. Unlike the rest of the vine, the growth was a bright pink, and was fairly soft to the touch, but was firm underneath. I checked it, and it was seamless, and firmly attached to the ground, so much so that I could not move it even a fraction of an inch. It was also strangely warm to the touch, though I figured it was just from the sun hitting it. The day after the vine stopped growing, I started having vivid, indescribably erotic dreams that I could never remember. I always woke up in the morning with a massive erection, even seeming slightly larger then usual, though I figured it was simply from not getting laid in recent times. This went on for two nights, and on the third I woke in the middle of the night I woke up. For some reason, a strong, incredible smell was filling the room, which reminded me strongly of the best kind of musk a woman that was very ready for sex would emit from her pussy. It was the exact smell that was best suited to drive a man to his knees and eat the woman out for as long as she wished. I was highly surprised to find such a smell permeating my room, and looked around for the source until I looked out my window. There, several of the flowers of the vine had opened and descended somewhat and where hanging right outside my open window. They were as wide as dinner plants and were white as snow, except in the middle where they were a dark pink color, and they had no feature other than a tiny hole in the middle. They were dripping nectar out of the hole that was giving off the powerful, intriguing scent. There was also pollen, invisible to me, floating upon the air. I reached out and pulled one to me, holding it near my face, and took a deep breath of the scent, even breathing so deeply as to accidentally get some of the nectar in my mouth. As soon as the nectar hit my tongue I tasted something that was better than I could have possibly expected it to be. It was much like the taste of a woman's pussy in the best sense, but it was also almost sweet like honey and was invigorating and deeply intoxicating. Moments after it hit my tongue I felt a wave of heat spreading out from my mouth to my body. First it hit my head, leaving me feeling a kind of drunken high, and then it spread to the rest of my body. As it spread, my skin felt tingly and alive, and when it hit my cock, what before was just massive arousal became a nearly nymphomaniac desire to masturbate. In fact, the urge was so strong I couldn't stop myself, so I had to run to the bathroom so I wouldn't accidentally cum all over my room. As soon as I got to the bathroom, the urge became physically impossible to resist and I immediately jacked off at lightning speed all over my tub. I came what seemed buckets of cum, over and over again, till I felt dizzy with the pleasure of it. When I finally finished, I felt drained, too tired to think properly, and staggered back to my room and collapsed onto my bed, immediately deeply asleep. Strangely, I managed to turn onto my back in my sleep, and kept stroking my cock, which hadn't gone soft at all; all the while the flowers stayed open at my window ----- When I finally woke, I thought I'd just had another strange erotic dream, until I peeled my hand off of my cock, which was still sticky with last night's events. In fact, my cock was still rock hard, though I'd cum a massive amount last night. Unlike how I felt after I'd cum, I was strangely invigorated, much like I'd been before I masturbated but after I'd tasted the nectar. I looked out the window for the flowers, but found the tendrils had coiled again and the flower buds had shut tight. Leaving my house and walking to the planter box to examine the vine, I found that unlike my earlier short term examination, I found that the vine was not the same as it had been the day before after all. Though the flower buds were in their earlier condition, the growth at the base of the vine had changed. It was still the same size, but the surface had changed into something else. At a bit below waist height, there was an indentation of three or four inches, and in the center of that was a hole a couple inches across. The hole was very slowly dripping a clear, viscous fluid, and it and the area directly surrounding it was a deep, almost blood red. Touching the fluid to my fingers, and bringing it to my nose, I found it to be unlike the nectar. It was not quite sweet smelling, but was rather almost tart, and made the blood vessels in my skin where it touched constrict slightly. Curious, I decided to taste it, and similar to the nectar it was highly invigorating. In fact, it made me highly aroused; enough that I decided to go inside and relieve myself. For some reason, though I was aroused enough that I really wanted to cum, I found myself unable to do so. I received pleasure, but I could not achieve orgasm. I figured it was because I was mentally tired of masturbating, and when night rolled around I decided to go into the nearby town and find a sexy lady to enjoy the company of. Luck was with me when I hit the bar; I was able to find a very beautiful brunette named Lily who was almost as eager as me to go at it. After I'd told her my name was Mike, we chatted for a while, but it didn't take long for us to move our activities to the privacy of her apartment. Almost as soon as we were in the door we were nearly ripping each other's clothes off, and we headed straight to her bedroom in between passionate bouts of kissing. Backing up to her bed, leading me the whole while, she laid herself upon the mattress and opened her legs to my hungry eyes. Fortunately, she was shaved below, as I was a gentleman and always ate a lady out to at least one orgasm before the main course, and I hated a hairy pussy. She was already very wet, and that only increased as I gently started kissing my way round her pussy. I nibbled gently on her labia before sucking her clit into my mouth. I sucked on it a bit before driving my tongue deeply in her for a few moments, then went back to sucking on her clit. This started to drive her wild, and she was building up to a nice looking climax. I helped push her over by suddenly driving a pair of crossed fingers into her, which caused her to clamp her legs tightly onto my face as she gushed all over me. After she calmed down a bit from her orgasm, and unclamped her legs from my face, she pulled me up her body and kissed me hard, even going so far as to lick her juices from my mouth. She then reached down to guide my rock hard cock into her wet, tight pussy. I teased her for a bit, only rubbing the head of my cock long her dripping wet slit, but soon enough I slid gently but firmly into her pussy, pushing my cock in until I was all the way in. It didn't take long before we'd gotten to a strong, slow rhythm, pulling most of the way out, and then slamming all the way in. We kept this up until she was approaching another orgasm, then I sped up so that all you could hear were the quick slap-slap-slap of our frenzied fuck, until she arched her back and screamed out another orgasm. At this point, I was wondering what was going on, since though I was feeling a great deal of pleasure, it was still not getting to orgasm. And the strangest thing was, the whole time I was fucking her, I kept having the image of the wet hole of the vine's growth pop into my head. I couldn't get it out of my mind, and it was making me feel nervous. To make things seem all right with my "date" we went at it for a third time and when she came I made it seem as if I did as well. When she asked about my stamina, and ability to hold off cumming for so long, I told her I'd trained my body to the point that I could hold it off until I wanted it. That taken care of, we fell asleep in her bed, my still hard cock lodged into her wet pussy from behind. ----- The next morning found us still connected by my always-hard cock, and we had a quickie before she dropped me off at the bar to pick my car up so she could go to work. She did make sure to give me her number, and made me promise that we'd hook up again, since she told me she hadn't had such a good fuck in a long time. Instead of going straight home, I decided to stop by a clinic and have myself checked out. I had my blood drawn and a CT-scan done just to be safe. After getting my blood-work back, I was told by the doctor that there was nothing he could do to relieve my frustration. Apparently, he said some mysterious plant compound was in my blood, and it was causing my erection to never subside. He said there was the remains of another chemical in my blood that was from a compound that had degraded, and what was left over was going to cause me to be unable to orgasm until it wore off or I received more of the original compound. He warned me to avoid it if possible, as it had unknown potential side effects that could be dangerous. He told me that I would just have to wait the several weeks for the secondary compound to wear away, and then I'd be able to orgasm again. He also told me that the first compound would also stay until the secondary compound wore off, as it was somehow maintaining it. He also told me that there was evidence of higher than normal brainwave activity, and there was some kind of third compound somehow affecting the part of my brain that controlled sleep. He said that if I got more of the compound, there was no way to tell how it would affect the way I think, and even more how I would dream. ----- After driving back home, I parked my car and dropped off my keys before going to the back and staring at the vine. It looked exactly as it had before, but I decided to follow the doctor's advice and stay away from it, or at least that was my plan. Though I was constantly horny and couldn't get my erection to go away, I still managed to relax throughout the day. I paid my bills, I watched TV, and I caught up on some chores that had fallen behind. When the day was over, I went to bed, this time making sure my windows were shut. That night, I was again plagued by the persistent, incredibly erotic dreams, though this time instead of sexy women each dream was somehow about the growth and its moist, warm hole. Halfway through the night, I woke up and looked around. I found that even though the windows were shut, the heady female arousal smell was still getting through. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the window to try to get more of the nectar that had made me orgasm so hard, even with the danger and knowledge that I wouldn't be able to orgasm when it wore off. Unfortunately, for some reason when I reached for the flower, it pulled away, the tendril it was attached to recoiling till it was out of reach. Frustrated, I reached for a different one, but to no avail. Each time I reached for one it pulled away from me. I left the flowers alone for a few minutes, and watched as they descended and opened up again. Rushing at them to try to grab one, I was amazed as they all pulled up far faster than I could grab. Crying out in dismay, I slammed the window shut and went back to sleep, though it was a while before I could manage to do so. ----- The next day, I went back to the vine to try to get at the flower, but when I stood up on a stool to reach for one, it uncoiled but upwards instead of downwards, pulling out of my reach. Next I tried a ladder, but each time I set it up a tendril without a flower would knock it over before I could begin climbing. Next, I climbed up from the other side of the house, but by the time I'd gotten there the tendrils had moved the flowers away from the house, and they would move away from my reach each time. I even tried to cut off one of the tendrils with a pair of sheers, but found that somehow the vine was even tougher than the steel tool was. This went on for several days, the plant arousing me with the scent of the nectar during my sleep, somehow giving me dreams of the growth until I woke up, and each time not allowing me to gain access to the nectar. Waking up on the fourth day of being sexually tormented by dreams of the growth and the teasing scent of the nectar, I'd finally decided that enough was enough. Walking back to the vine, I took off all of my clothes, and slowly inserted my rock hard cock deep into the hole in the growth. Immediately, with my cock surrounded by the hole's tight, hot warmth, being soaked with its strange lubrication, it became so hard it was almost painful, and engorged such that there was no way for me to pull it all the way out. As soon as I was all the way in, other tendrils of the vine wrapped around my wrists, ankles, and waist, chest, and even neck. It held me so that even if I was willing to risk the pain, there was no way I would be allowed to pull out. With no other choice, and with the pleasure so incredible anyway, I started pumping into the growth. It was so much tighter and hotter than any pussy I'd ever experienced, and not only was it wet enough to make my super engorged cock slide easily, it was massaging the length of it. Symbiosis After a few minutes of pounding into the hole, I noticed that the tendrils holding the flowers were descending. Instead of going to my face, however, they started rubbing the nectar all over my body, which made my pleasure soar, though I was still not getting very close to orgasm. Then, I noticed that out of the leaves at face level something else was coming out. It was a much thicker tendril, holding a flower bud the size of a basketball. As it neared my face, it opened up into a massive blood red flower. This flower was almost flowing with the nectar, but it was not the same as the others. In the middle of the flower was a stamen, the female organ of flowers. It was half an inch across and as it neared me it appeared to be much longer than the part of it that was shown in the flower. As it approached me, my fear was climbing; I felt another tendril touch at my asshole. It felt similar in size to what was in the middle of the giant flower, and it was dropping with some kind of lubricant that somehow was causing the muscles in my ass to loosen. It only had to press for a few seconds before the tip of the tendril was past my sphincter. The moment it was through, it shoved what felt like at least a foot into me. This made me gasp out in surprise, which allowed the stamen to shove its way down my throat, deep into my stomach, and immediately start shooting forth-huge amounts of some extremely thick fluid that felt thicker than molasses. The tendril in my ass started shooting forth something that felt similar, though it felt like it was shooting a lot more of it. All the while the flower wrapped around my head and literally was drowning me in nectar. Though I couldn't breath, when I accidentally got the nectar into my lungs, something amazing happened. Though it wasn't air, somehow it was giving me oxygen, easily enough to be fine, and the massive amount of the sexually charging compounds that went straight from my lungs into my blood made me lose control. I immediately started slamming hard into the growth, and I immediately started cumming so much harder than I ever had been before. And the best part was that once I started cumming, I didn't stop, it just kept increasing in intensity the longer it went on, so much so that all I could do is keep my cock pressed as deeply into the hole as it could go. The pleasure was so intense that I stopped caring that the vine was raping both my mouth and ass. This went on for a solid two hours, which meant I was in one continuous orgasm for two whole hours without stop. I know for sure I would have been drooling in the first few minutes if my mouth hadn't been filled with nectar, and I know the nectar was the only thing keeping me from blacking out. Eventually, the flower unclenched from my head, and withdrew the stamen from my stomach. The moment it was pulled all the way out of my mouth, the tendril pulled out of my ass, causing me to gasp, then immediately cough up the nectar and take a deep breath. Even then, though I wasn't being filled with nectar, I had so much in me already that I continued to orgasm for another half hour. Then the hole in the growth suddenly opened up, and the vines holding me let me go, so that I staggered back from the vine. My mind was completely disordered and mostly black, enough so that the only coherent thought I could assemble was only barely enough to get me to barely make it to my bed, where I collapsed (though backwards, since I will still massively erect), where I fell straight asleep. ----- When I finally woke up, I looked at my clock and was amazed to find I'd slept nearly 20 hours, and though my erection was still huge, and actually bigger than when I'd stuffed it into the hole, I was feeling great. I tried to make myself breakfast, but I found I wasn't hungry in the slightest, and only wanted water. I was still incredibly aroused, but I was satisfied enough by the two and a half hour orgasm! I did nothing except lay down and doze, and did that till it was evening, and then I went back to sleep. ----- I woke the next day, not noticing that the flowers hadn't tormented me during my sleep, but found I was feeling odd. My erection was still as hard as ever, but I found that most of my body was sore, and felt almost like when you experience growing pains as a child. It was most pronounced in my hips and nipples for some reason, but I figured that it was from being held by the vine and the massive sexual session. Again, I couldn't make myself want to eat anything, but I did drink plenty more water. Though I wasn't hungry, I did feel drained, and my arousal was even more pronounced than before. I was even feeling a kind of headache, kind of like when you are hung over, or perhaps like you are in withdrawal. I figured it was mostly from all the weird chemicals messing with my chemistry, but I was kind of alarmed about not wanting to eat anything. For some reason, I felt reluctant to drive to town to speak to the doctor. I did decide to call my "date" from the earlier night though, as I thought I wanted company. It turned out she had the day off, and after I'd promised to make her dinner if she came over, our next date was sealed. Later in the evening, she arrived, clad in a sexy black evening gown, and we kissed lightly before I showed her to a nicely set dinner table. We each enjoyed a fine dish of ravioli and wine, and though I ate, it didn't settle completely well. Afterwards, we danced a bit to get into the mood, and then I led her to my room, where she dropped her dress to show she was wearing nothing underneath, which definitely got my attention. After laying her down, I ate her out to another delicious orgasm. It didn't take long for us to get our rhythm going again, and I fucked her to another couple of orgasms, though again I couldn't cum. We fell asleep with her still impaled on my ever-hard cock. ----- The next morning, after a quickie, she said goodbye, but hoped that we'd do it again, and parted from me with a quick kiss on the lips. This being the third night since I'd fucked the hole in the growth, I was feeling incredibly horny again, and I felt I really had to have an orgasm soon or I'd go crazy. I was still feeling drained, but I decided that the fuck would very likely energize me very well indeed. Leaving my clothes in my room, I went back to the vine and approached the hole. Without preamble, I stuffed my cock deeply into the hole, which felt tighter, hotter, and wetter than before if possible, and felt my cock swell again. The vines very quickly restrained me again, but this time I struggled less, and watched as the massive flower approached my face, opening up and the stamen pointing at my mouth. Moments later, I felt the tendril push against my asshole again, but this time I unclenched the muscles myself, and felt it slide in, this time feeling kind of good, though I couldn't understand why it would. Again as soon as it was all the way in, the stamen shoved its way deep into my stomach, and the flower wrapped completely around my head, filling my mouth and lungs with nectar. As soon as my lungs were filled, the stamen and the tendril in my ass started shooting their load into me, and I started fucking the hole in earnest. Shortly after I started my orgasm began again, and this time it was even stronger than last time. It only took a few seconds for my mind to become mostly blank, and all I could think of was fucking this incredible hole. This time I didn't even think about the stamen in my mouth or the tendril in my ass, I couldn't think of anything else but the pleasure. My continuous orgasm went on this time for a solid three hours before the stamen and tendril were finished with me, and my orgasm lasted an hour after they pulled out. This time, like last time, all I could do was stagger to my bed and pass out on my back. ----- When I finally woke up, I looked at my clock, and though it wasn't as bad as last time, I had certainly slept a lot longer than usual, since I went to bed shortly after noon and it was now eight in the morning. This time, when I stood up, I knew for sure something was wrong. Though my body wasn't as sore as it had been last time, it was definitely out of whack. I could tell for sure that my hips were slightly wider, and my nipples were much larger, and even being pushed out by two small mounds, and I was pretty sure my ass was a bit fuller than it'd ever been. Feeling really worried, I decided to go check myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. When I arrived, I knew my worst fears were realized. Slowly, but surely, I was being feminized more each time after I'd slept after fucking the vine. I didn't know why, and really I couldn't care less, I was worried. Suddenly, I decided to check, and sure enough, my cock was still there, still huge and erect as it had been for over a week now. Strangely, though my balls felt heavier than usual, they were also being held tighter against my body than was usual, and I felt a somewhat unusual pressure underneath my lower abdomen, that couldn't be a good sign. I decided right away to get help, but as I reached for the phone, something clouded my mind, and I couldn't remember why I wanted the phone. Once I backed away, and started walking another direction, suddenly thinking I was thirsty, I remembered what I had been doing. Stopping, and feeling nervous, I decided to drive instead of calling, and like with the phone, as soon as I got close to my keys, I suddenly decided I needed a hot shower to make me feel better. I even got as far as turning the water on before I realized what I'd been doing. Worried, but not having anything better to do since I clearly was somehow being stopped from contacting the outside, I decided that a shower couldn't hurt, and I may as well clean up, since I hadn't bathed in days. Stepping into the warm water, I felt quite a bit better fairly quickly as the hot water cascaded over my body. It felt weird though, since my nipples were definitely more sensitive than they'd ever been, and so was my ass, which I found was bigger as I'd feared. Moreover, I also found that the water was washing all my body hair away, which I now noticed had been falling out ever since I'd woken up. Soaping my body, I found even more changes, that by themselves weren't large, but as a whole were a cause for concern. First off, though I wasn't really any weaker, I could tell that a great deal of my muscles had changed. They were of the leaner, less defined variety found more commonly on a swimmer, and often the muscles sought by women looking to keep a toned, sleek physique. I also found that my tummy was far slimmer than it'd ever been, and my nice legs were lean and strong. Cupping my small breasts, and tweaking the nipples, I thought how nice it'll be when they get much larger, and I hoped that my ass would get fuller still, to go with my sexy widening hips. I also started shampooing my longer hair, which was lightening from my normal black to a light auburn; finally changing towards the sexy blond color I'd always wanted. Feeling my balls and my sack, I though how nice it'd be when they were gone and hopefully this annoying cock would go as well so I could get a nice pair of tight pants to go with my ripening figure, or maybe a skirt! Catching myself, I was horrified at these thoughts that were coursing through my head, and I was able to stop them, but why were they there, and how did they get there? I was even more worried at the thoughts than the physical change, which I thought I could deal with if my mind stayed my own. Climbing out of the shower, and quickly drying off, I put on my boxers, which I found itchier than usual, and pulled on my jeans, which were alarmingly tight at the butt and hips, but were loose at the waist. Pulling on my tee shirt, and noting my nipples poking out, I moved to the living room to watch some TV, hoping something I normally liked would help me keep my mind normal, and hopefully this persistent headache would go away Surfing through the channels, somehow I skipped over my favorite history channel shows and other shows featuring machinery and explosions, I found myself watching a fashion show. Seeing the sexy models walking down the catwalk wearing the season's stylish new clothing, I was jealous at how well the models filled out their outfits. Checking out a redhead's ass, I thought that mine will surely be nicer, and that though that brunette's face was very sexy, I figured I could top her easily. Watching a blond walk out dressed like a walking advertisement for hot, wet sex, I found myself thinking of making love to the vine again, which would certainly make me feel so very good. I found myself reaching for the door handle when I came to, and realized what I'd been thinking again. I quickly ran to the bathroom, popped a couple of sleeping pills, and went straight to bed, quickly falling into a drug-induced dreamless sleep. ----- Waking up the next morning, I found that my head was hurting so very bad, and when I went to the bathroom to take an aspirin, I found that the thought of the pills made me ill. I decided to go to the kitchen, and maybe if I could eat something I'd feel better, but the thought of food made me feel worse. All I could do was drink water, and even that didn't sit well. Every time I let my mind drift even for a second I found myself longing for the vine, and I had to stop myself several times from opening the door. After a few tries, I found myself at about ten AM at the door, and as much as I tried, I couldn't physically stop myself from opening the door, and walking to the vine, stripping the whole time. I tried to stop, but I found myself slowly inserting my cock deep into the hole again, and feeling the wonderful sensation, I stopped resisting. I reasoned that something that feels this good just can't be bad, there just wasn't any way it could be. I saw the vines restraining me again, and I took this to mean why resist, I can't stop it, so I may as well enjoy it. When I saw the massive flower approaching me, instead of fearing it, I found myself craving it. And when I felt the tendril touch my asshole, instead of clenching it, I moaned as I unclenched my muscles. As the stamen touched my lips, instead of fighting, I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around it, welcoming it home. Even before my mouth was filled with nectar and my head wrapped, I was already slamming my hips into the growth, savoring the sensations from my cock, ass, and mouth as my lungs filled with nectar, and my orgasm began even before I felt the stamen and tendril sending their sweet loads deep into my welcoming body. This time, my orgasm started almost immediately, and I almost screamed my pleasure, and probably would have if my lungs hadn't been filled with the sweet nectar. My orgasm lasted for almost five hours before the stamen and tendril pulled out, and I let out a soft mewl of disapproval as I felt them leave my body. I continued pumping into the hole as my orgasm continued for almost two hours, until I was finally finished. This time, when I pulled out, I bent over and kissed the growth, which pulsated strangely when my lips touched it. I walked serenely back to my bed and laid down, falling asleep with a satisfied smile upon my lips. ----- I woke up the next morning feeling wonderful, and couldn't understand the strange thought that something was wrong and that I should feel worried. I figured it wasn't important, and cupped my nearly softball-sized breasts lovingly, teasing the sensitive nipples until they stood at attention. I trailed my lazy fingers down my sleek, toned tummy until they rested upon my massive erection. This brought me back to myself, and I cursed in frustrated anger and disappointment. I knew even more had changed, so I resignedly went to the bathroom to look myself over in the mirror. I now looked almost completely different from myself, so much so that I had to look very hard to find any hints of my former life. For one, my breasts were an obvious sign, as I'd never had any as a guy, and now they were larger than I could hold in my hands, even larger than when I'd woken up, now they were a bit larger than the average softball, maybe even up to cantaloupe size. My tummy was deliciously toned and sleek, leading to my ample hips, and tight, supple ass, so very heart shaped, so very kissable and sexy. My legs were long, lean perfection that seemed to go on forever down to my sexy, petite feet. I had slender, graceful hands, and a perfect, slim neck. My face was like what supermodels dream of, with full kissable lips, perfect cheekbones, and sexy bright blue eyes, beneath a mane of thick, full, platinum blond hair. My only complain was the large, persistently erect cock above where my pussy seemed to be forming. At least my balls seemed to have disappeared, or at least are now drawn all the way into my body where they are out of sight. Blinking, I remembered that all that is a bad thing. Damn it, I am almost one hundred percent woman, all that is left is my cock above where my balls used to be, where it looks as if a mound is forming, which my instincts tell me is what is supposed to be there, but which I know is not me thinking. Damn it, my head is starting to hurt again, and as far as I know there is only one thing that will cure it, and that is what will finish me off, or at least change me enough that I'll stop being me at all. Looking around, I realize that I'm standing in front of the vine again, nude as has been usual. Sighing in resignation, I walk forward and stuff my cock into that hot, tight, wet heaven, and feel it swell up wonderfully. I feel the vines tenderly hold me, not restraining me any more since there is no place I'd rather be than making love with my sweet vine. I see my favorite flower approach my face, opening up to show me the tasty stamen approaching my eager lips, which are pursed is anticipation. I feel the wonderful tendril gently filling my sexy ass, slowly pushing inch after wonderful inch in, until there is at least a food of hard, thick heaven up my ass. I lean forward and take the stamen in my mouth sucking it slightly, opening up my throat and encouraging it to slip deeply into me. I feel those wonderful, nectar laden petals surrounding my face, filling me with the life and pleasure giving ambrosia, letting it give me the air I need, the sweet, sweet juice that makes life worthwhile. Even before I start thrusting, I start having the orgasm my body has been craving, and I fell so very wonderful as the stamen and tendril start giving me what my body needs to finish becoming who I was meant to be. I start pumping vigorously, feeling heaven surrounding my cock, pulling it into where it is meant to be. My wonderful orgasm keeps going for a time stopping six hours of bliss, but then something happens I wasn't expecting. I feel a thick, hard, bulbous headed tendril push gently against my dripping wet pussy, feel it moving up and down my hungry slit. I feel it gently push in, the head parting my nether lips in a way that I've been wanting for longer than I can remember. I feel the thick, iron hard shaft push in, inch after heavenly inch, until there is a full foot of the most wonderful thing in the world in me. Suddenly, it starts sending in load after load of a thick, warm fluid that fills me with happiness beyond words. My pleasure increases to a level beyond heaven, as I feel the shaft in my pussy become thicker, and start pushing deeper, at the same time as pressure waves start coming out of my cock. I feel the shaft push its way deep into my womb, where it starts to push out something big, that feels warm and wonderful, I feel it somehow bonding with my womb. As it finally finishes depositing its load, I feel a blinding flash of pleasure from my cock as the stamen, and both tendrils recede from me, leaving me feeling somehow empty. I stagger back, only then realizing what has happened, my cock, the last trace of my former maleness, is finally gone, leaving only my sexy dripping pussy. Walking away from the vine with a satisfied feeling coming from every part of my body, I finally manage to stumble to my bed, were for the first time in weeks, I fall down on my front, and fall deeply asleep. Symbiosis ----- Waking up from a stirring in my womb, I open my eyes and look between my full, heavy breasts to see my clitoris swelling outward slightly. Wondering what is happening, I reach out and rub it slightly, feeling a strange pleasure that is somehow similar to something I can't remember and somehow completely different from anything I've ever felt before. Before I can examine it thoroughly, I feel a summons from the vine, and I know that I need to see what it needs from me, and I hope that it will feed me again. Arriving at the vine, I find that the growth, that has been there for a long time, unchanged, has finally become something else. Instead of the tall mound with a hole in it, I now find it to be kind of a cross between a saddle and a chair. The growth has increased in width away from the stem of the vine, but become narrower to the sides. Its top is now at four feet on the side away from the stem, and at three feet wide. As it goes down, it forms a saddle like seat that is fairly narrow, and goes up on the stem side again to a height of three feet. It now has two holes in the saddle section, and one in the side towards the stem. It also has three large holes on the high section towards the stem. And lastly, though the tendrils with the flowers appear to be gone, the whole growth has what appears to be the outside of a flower bud around it, mostly buried. Knowing what is expected of me, I gently lower myself onto the saddle section, and feel wonderful, thick tendrils enter me gently, arousing me with their nectar coating. I look down when I feel my clit twitch at the stimulation, and then I see it do something I wasn't expecting. I see that from within my body what I thought to be my clit is actually a massive, thick cock, though unlike anything I've ever seen. The shaft is thicker than mine ever was, at least two inches, and the almost neon green of the vine's stems. The head is the almost aqua color of the leaves, and it is almost half an inch thicker than the shaft. My strange cock is immediately sucked into the hole waiting in front of it, and I feel my pleasure increase even further. From the two large holes on the outside, small tendrils quickly pull out and latch onto my nipples, and start sucking and pinching them in the most wonderful way. Soon after they are latched onto, much larger tendrils come out of the big holes, tipped with the massive flower, out of which the smaller tendrils came. The flowers open up and surround my breasts, applying the most wonderful sucking and massaging sensation to both of them, simultaneously. Looking at the middle hole, I'm not disappointed to see another massive flower tendril approach my face, opening up to show me the massive flower and its tasty stamen I've been waiting for. Opening my mouth, and moaning slightly, I greedily suck it down as the flower covers my head. I now feel rather than see the gigantic flower bud closing over the whole growth, and I can feel it filling with nectar. As my entire body is covered with nectar, from head to toe, the tendrils in my ass and pussy start moving in and out, filling me with their wonderful loads, while the front section of the growth sucks my new, sensitive green cock. The stamen in my mouth does likewise, while my breasts are being given the heavenly treatment, which causes me to start my first female orgasm. The bliss is unimaginable, on an order of magnitude greater than my old male orgasms. I can't begin to describe the wonder that my body was assaulted with. The orgasm goes on, and on, for hours, through the night, to the next day, to the next night, until time loses all meaning to me. ----- Many, many hours later, I feel the tendrils releasing the various parts of my body as the gigantic flower bud lowers and absorbs the nectar within it. I stand up, somehow not tired, not sore, just wonderfully energized and satisfied. I feel so very wonderful, as if there is nothing in the world that can go wrong. I wonder why the vine released me, when I hear the doorbell. I assume that is what got the vine to release me, to find out what is bothering us, and perhaps do something about it. Not bothering to get dressed, still dripping with nectar and with my new green cock pointing the way until halfway there I retract it without a thought, I open the door. Standing there is Lily, who is greatly shocked to find a dripping wet woman of unimaginable beauty. As she opens her mouth to speak, looking angry and shocked, I grab her and pull her in for a kiss. As my nectar covered mouth makes contact with her, and my tongue pushes a health dollop into her mouth, the anger, shock, and even any coherent thought leaves her, as she gives into the kiss, and starts kissing back hungrily. I gently lead her to my bedroom, helping her remove her silly clothes along the way. Pushing her gently back onto the bed, now in her sexy nudity, I make my thick, green cock sprout from the top of my sexy pussy. Seeing her eyes widen, and seeing that she is about to change her mind, I gently but firmly stuff my cock deep into her pussy. As she gasps in pleasure, I capture her lips with mine, and proceed to fuck her deeply and thoroughly. Every thrust into her wet, receptive pussy, I shoot a load deep into her womb. After every load, I see her eyes glazing over more and more, losing her control. Picking her up, while still fucking her vigorously, I walk out the door to the vine. Knowing what will happen, the saddle had changed a bit, spreading out so that she could have pleasure as well. ----- Sitting down, and feeling the tendril enter me, as I see it enter her, I tell her to be ready for heaven. She gasps as it enters her, and starts pumping load after load into her, from the sides come the tendrils with the massive flowers, which quickly cover and start making love to our breasts. After those, the ones with the tasty stamen come, and I greedily suck one down as another gently inserts itself into her. As I feel the gigantic blossom covering us both, and I plan on how best to spread the vine, I know that it is only a matter of time, until everyone joins us in heaven...