Chapter 1: Ch. 1 – Fallowed Ground

Walking through national parks and other types of preserves was one of her favorite pastimes. Even better was hopping the fences and avoiding the lazy foresters as she penetrated into the once more hidden places of the world. The Amazon was touted as the unexplored frontier that could hold wondrous secrets.

Yet, what if an unassuming young lady like Janet Tellurn was the one who found something in their proverbial backyard?

A fair-skinned woman with flowing brown locks currently in a simple braid, stone blue eyes, pleasant enough on the eyes that a few men made a pass over her modest chest and toned rear. Natural tan for her outdoor excursions worked in Jan’s favor, though as of late mainly to replace all the time she spent in front of a computer screen.

Sadly, dreams of scientific discovery so far were but a personal distraction from her agonizingly boring office nine-to-five.

Firing off emails and handling petty workspace drama as a junior human resources rep was steady work. It beat the challenges of working a corner or losing a few pounds and limbering up to pole dance. Well, more than a few. There was always an excuse to keep her bound to a chair, at work or when forced under her salaried position to work at home.

She tried to forget about that for now. Today was her day.

Focus on the trail, watch how manmade paths began blending into the greenery.

Middle-of-the-week day off for mental health, especially to get away from her boss. The bitch had been going through company records again with a fine-toothed comb. From the snippets of gossip Janet heard from the higher-ups, some Chief something or other was pissing and moaning about his bonus being cut from this business quarter. Again.

Breathe in the crisp green air, that sweet scent.

Now, normally this was fine. Some creative accounting, some promotions withheld, some benefits retired.

Janet stepped on a branch, snapping the dead wood like she wanted someone’s neck.

No, not this time. People were being silently encouraged to quit. Assholes protected by their buddy-buddies chatted at the water cooler while the real people doing work were bent over their desks to finish projects, pick up the slack. There was some titanic deficit needing to be corrected so people without protection were bearing the brunt of it.

She stopped, eyes closed as a wonderful smell was carried over the breeze between the trees. It warmed her more than the noon day sun at her back.

This time was different. Jan’s boss was hiding in the HR department and sending her little lackey out with the executioner’s axe to tell people they were being let go on the tiniest of technicalities. She knew all the sides of the story and hated it. Hated being the servant pruning the twisted garden, lest she also be snipped.

Where was that fragrance coming from? Over there?

Her feet dragged along the grass, stomping on top of small ferns and crunching leaf litter.

A thought occurred to her.

A dream.

A wish.

A desire.

If only she could free that garden and… and…

Thrive?

Janet opened her eyes.

This wasn’t part of her normal forbidden hike.

Turning around, there was barely any light at all. There were deep parts of the forest, yes, but she stayed to the outskirts where sunlight could easily be watched. Never went too far, too deep. Where was the light from above the canopy of deciduous trees and conifers?

What was she doing last? Something about a garden. Her ice queen bitch boss. That CEO or CIO or whoever he was wanting an extra zero at the expense of her coworkers. Being forced to be a tool to cut others down.

Ah, that’s right. But something had happened since then to here.

A scent. A sweet, decadent scent. Her legs hurt. Her shins were bruised, feet tired, tiny scratches across her skin. Her brain was putting pieces together but it seemed so difficult to get that one gestalt moment and form a coherent realization. It was like one of those boring all-hands meetings no one paid attention to, slideshow with only one image in focus at a time, but the body kept busy to look interested while completely checked out.

The sun was down. That’s why there was darkness. Few stray rays of moonlight punching through overhead.

She began shaking, lip trembling. Water beaded at the corner of her eyes. She had no idea where she was.

But, there was something strange. Something glowing. Something large. Something blooming a few yards away from her in a clearing all on its own that other plants gave a wide berth to. Petals glowing a fluorescent blue almost pulsed in the darkness, veins gradually illuminating the silhouette of a giant flower. Not one that she had seen before, let alone one that glowed in the dark without some sort of mad science.

Janet thought she was observing from a safe distance. Yet, there was a spurt of pollen from the middle of the flower. It looked like a plume of fireflies, gently dispersing across the quiet glen.

That sweet, intoxicating smell found its way into her nostrils. Honey and ginger, sickly sweet.

She blinked.

Then she was almost reaching out to the curious plant that was about half her height. How? Looking behind, wasn’t she just at the edge of the clearing? Those were her footprints, almost dragging through the ground choked with strange sticks and leaf litter. Odd angles. White like ivory.

Actually, able to see it more, the flower was beautiful. Running her fingers along the many frond-like petals, it resembled a spider mum. A very large spider mum, a very large weeping mouth in its center. Mouth? Almost like it was salivating the blue pollen, eager to catch something, much like a spider.

She had wandered into this spider’s garden, the first thing to keep it company in so, so long.

“But spiders eat their guests,” she whispered, eyes glazed over as she listened to the siren’s call. Licked her lips furtively, eyeing the fading color of old pollen smeared across the center of the flower.

No, the… Spider. A weird name for a flower, a plant, something that dug roots in the ground to feast and reveled in the sun to drink. It seemed fitting.

While the Spider’s garden was indeed a kind of web, it had noticed that the guest who neared so close had a problem. All but cried out for a savior from this challenge. She was having her own garden violated and emptied, poor souls.

“I don’t want to do it anymore,” Janet whispered, nodding. “I want to keep them and grow. The others can burn.”

Strong words.

Janet looked at the pollen again. Somehow it got on her fingers, somehow it leapt onto her tongue. Somehow the honey overpowered ginger, tasting both succulent as well as pleasantly burning out her sinuses. Warmth began traveling up and down her veins as she stared down at the bioluminescent stain on her hand.

Words.

“Wh-what?” she exclaimed, jumping back from the flower. Mind returning. Fear fast approaching. Animal terror at the dark and the unknown.

Strong.

Little mists of pollen spewed from the center of the flower, the Spider’s not-mouth.

Strong. Words.

 

Her body quivered, a hunger awakening in her core. The center of the flower opened, a rod extending with inner petals revealing a thick stamen positively oozing with the fiery cerulean. Tendrils split off of the main rod, smaller, easy to slip into small orifices.

Thrive.

Janet looked down in horror as the Spider pulsated, vine-like tentacles creeping from underground. Her eyes watered once more, features twisted in shock as she felt them wrap around her feet. Two more flickered through the night as she turned, trying to run from the alien flower’s reach. She was pulled forward onto her knees, scraping against the leaf litter.

No, not leaves. Not sticks. Not stones.

Bones. Hides.

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Thrive.

Struggling, Janet could not avoid staring at the almost hypnotic bioluminescence, ocean blue with strands of turquoise running down veins of chlorophyl.

Change.

The woman opened her mouth to scream, silenced immediately by the stamen thrusting down her throat.

It was rapture. Honey, ginger, everything sweet and savory, started flowing down her gullet and pooling over her face in globs. The petals approached as it went further, threatening to wrap around her head. Thin bright yellow tendrils waved in front of her eyes before dancing across her skin. They slithered up her nose and into her ears.

Change.

It hurt. Her gag reflex was suppressed and she didn’t care, the nectar was free-flowing into her. It hurt. The tentacles around her hands relaxed, arms relaxed and spasming as she gave herself to the Spider. It hurt. Strands and fibers pierced inside her nostrils and ears, burrowing deep within. It hurt.

It hurt, it hurt, it-…

Janet came, hard, warmth bubbling over as she coughed around the plant’s stamen while it retreated with a loud slurp. Pollen, slime, whatever it was flowed over her face, spurted into her hair, dribbled down her shoulders and front. Breathing was harder but she knew if she moved then it would start hurting again. It tickled now. Pleasant. Warm. So, so warm.

Seed.

“I… I need it. I need a seed?” she whispered to the Spider, cocking her head. “But my garden. My office. Why do I need a seed to grow it when they are there?”

Thrive.

Janet almost felt like roots were digging into her sinuses, behind her eyes, entrenching themselves. Logically, it shouldn’t work. Couldn’t. Neither should she feel anything under the skull, deep within where just her inner voice was. Interior monologue was just meant for herself. Yet, now it seemed she had an audience. Another voice.

And now it was telling her to thrive.

She shivered. Feeling returned to her fingers and to her legs. She should run.

Janet Tellurn looked over what had become of her. Her throat was slightly raw, her chest smeared over with subdued cobalt pollen, her shirt soaked in it. Holding her hand up in the air, she saw her veins slowly turning the same turquoise as the Spider’s. The same was true for her legs.

Rubbing her thighs together, her core tightened again. Desiring. A fire needing slaked once more.

She fell backwards, spreading her legs. Boots dragged through the compost of dead animals and other plants which had tried to get near this deadly thing. It would only take a moment to try kicking up and sprinting somewhere, anywhere but here.

Thriiiiive.

But she had one last thing to experience. She burned with feverish lust. As much as she wanted to be taken roughly, clothes ripped apart, lose control over the situation and forget her life for a few moments, it wouldn’t do any good when she returned to her car. There was time enough for that.

Her back skidded along the dirt coated in liquid pollen. She began slipping her jean shorts off, then her panties. There was only one place to hide a seed properly.

The Spider shifted and vibrated. Jan saw little spheres traveling up the main stem and collecting at the base of the hidden stamen.

To let a seed grow properly.

Vine tentacles almost as tenderly as a lover looped around her limbs, keeping her spread. Her fingers stroked the rubbery material.

To let it-

The stamen revealed itself again, dripping warm blue lubricant along her belly and down her lower lips. It burned so, so good. She had to be restrained to rub it further into her skin, into her gates to accept this gift. The Spider loomed over her, though the rod that had gone down her throat earlier seemed to have seams around its tip.

“Thrive.”

Rearing back, the large flower began pushing into her.

Larger than any man she had been with, the pain from its size thankfully dulled from the pollen goo and… something else. Something changed. At least it took its time, letting her adjust, even if every thrust rocked her ass off the ground before pulling back. The vines holding her down were necessary as she curled her nails into the things with a strength that dug deep, drawing sticky sap.

All of the spider mum fronds tickled over her body with each dig into her. They moved in unison to caress her, velvet tips sending her into sensory overload. It almost distracted her from the sudden ribbed sensation that passed her cunt lips. Gradually. Slowly.

The stamen felt resistance. Somewhere deep Janet had never been touched. Fear returned again. Looking down, she could almost see the deforming of her skin. It was so large, splitting her open, as orbs started inexorably moving down out of the flower’s mouth.

The battering ram assaulted her until one final stroke caused her to scream. Agony, pleasure, rapture. The tip split apart, unfurling and hooking inside her womb, trying to pry open the entrance ever so slightly.

She almost recovered from the tide of joy.

The first seed made a soft schlick as it tried to enter her pussy. Again, a schlick, louder, with more luminescent turquoise cum dripping atop her to help it get through. Once more and-

Pop. Janet’s stone blue eyes widened as far as they could as the sphere traveled up and against her sacred gates. Then the second. The third. The fourth. They halted.

“N-no, wait, they can’t… They can’t go thr-through,” she moaned. Not in pain. Not in concern, even if her words ran counter to what her subconscious knew.

The Spider thrummed. Liquid sloshed up and through the stem, about to crash into the column of intruders.

Janet licked her lips.

The hydraulic jet of liquid painted her womb, opening her cervix further to wrap around the first seed. She welcomed the gift.

Then the second.

The third.

The fourth.

The fifth.

The sixth.

Janet’s mind was nearly broken. One last thing before they could truly thrive.

The seventh was reserved for her. The last seed for the first one.

Retreating from between her legs, the Spider struck forward and wrapped around her face. She nearly suffocated in the loving embrace, feeling gulp after gulp of nectar and pollen plunge deep into her gullet. Her belly distended ever so slightly.

Shaking, petals covering her cum-spattered face, a huge seed kissed her lips from within the stamen. Her jaw nearly popped as it passed through her teeth, swallowing the orb whole with a pleasant stretch of her throat before it deposited itself within her.

She fell backwards into a pool of their mixed juices, overwhelmingly consisting of the gleaming azure sap and nectar.

The last thought Janet had was of a wonderful shade of blue filling her vision. She caressed her belly, wondering at what kind of life she was now responsible for. How they would-

”Thrive.”

And then sleep took her under a sliver of moonlight illuminating the Spider’s garden and its wonderful catch.

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