Chapter 2: Ch. 2 – Conservation

Her body hurt. Bones somehow sore, muscles ached, throat parched.

She opened her eyes to a night sky once more. Where was she again? It was all hazy. Keeping her eyes open was difficult but the images came back.

An inky indigo patch was up there in the sky, hidden by trees that felt safe enough to extend over the solitary glen full of compost. That’s what the bleached white sticks and coarse scraps were. Of course, the strange plant needed something to supplement its diet, covered by other tall boughs that…

Was the forest trying to kill this thing? This wonderful, beautiful flower which only wished to thrive and share its bounty?

The realization made her shiver. Janet sat up, crossing her legs. She wasn’t dry, still covered in the faintly blue ichor of her partner. Her flower. Her lover? No, too far. There was a dynamic between them developing, but there was time enough for that later.

A good feeling coursed up and down her spine. Warm feeling. Nice feeling. A reward perhaps. A chill in the back of her mind that perhaps she had made a deal with the devil.

Running her fingers over her stomach, then lower. Faint little bumps that pressed against stretched skin where she carried six little seeds. Her other hand went to her throat, remembering the one that went down her gullet at the end of the night. Well, session, assuming she hadn’t slept through the next day. It would be inconvenient if that were the case.

Between the one ranger that she sometimes knew checked the fence and of course needing to be back in the office, she had obligations. Absence would be noted, her appearance questioned, her plans arrested in development before they even began.

Yet now she could face the coming challenges with confidence. There was something she could share and make everything better.

A vibrant azure glow emanated from behind her. Janet half-expected the exotic flower to grab her again, bring her to the edge of ecstasy and push her over it once more.

Sadly, it looked wilted. Faint. Alive but drained. Dormant was the word that stuck out.

But then where was it coming from?

Reaching forward to get up, she looked up and down her arms.

Standing slowly, looking down the veins in her legs, examining each finger and then running them down her front, the answer became clear.

It was her.

Janet was now the bioluminescent cerulean that would look at home in the deep dark sea where other sirens that lured prey to an untimely end dwelt. Well, not all of her. Her skin was still the same fair white, spattered with the sap and cum from earlier, but underneath was different. The only change that was readily visible were the blood vessels that used to be in stark contrast to the rest of her, not even looking varicose.

In fact, what few little stretch marks she had from her ‘freshman fifteen’ weight gains were gone. Slimmer in some places, a bit more developed in others.

It dawned on her that she could see in the dark. The faintest bit of moonlight along with her own muted disposition seemed like a dim bar with a thin layer of smoke. She should really go see someone. Maybe a bar. Bring them home. Share her gift wi-

“No.”

Janet whirled around and ran her finger along the not-Spider flower. Her nail carved a thin sheet as it dragged upwards with a strength not her own.

“You. You are my partner in this. You said you would help me thrive,” she hissed vehemently. “This is my desire and my plan. Something shortsighted like picking some random byst-“

She cried out in pain. Something in her nasal cavity hurt. Pricked. Like thorns.

Putting her hands to the sides of her head, a razor-thin creeping stem began making its way outwards. Its burrs and spikes gradually pulled and pulled until a little blue flower unfurled itself towards her eye. So many little fronds just like its progenitor, so many tiny points…

“St-stop, stop it,” she whispered, teeth gritted against the pain. “Y-you d-d-didn’t let me fin-finish!”

She stomped her foot on the ground, breaking a skull before grasping the large stem of the flower. It rumbled, vine-like tentacles vibrating just underneath her feet.

The air between stilled. Her determination steeled against whatever Faustian devil plant she had contracted with.

A warm, soft feeling started to fill her stomach. Not low enough to be worried about her cargo, high enough that something was happening beyond what should be natural. Her stomach?

She squeezed, splinters starting to dig into her palm from the plan, dark violet heartwood blood beginning to bead at the surface.

“You will do as I say. For the beginning,” she growled.

Too tired of being bossed around, not having any authority to implement cost- and life-saving systems at work, a cursed personal life, passed up for promotions, no, this was not going to be more of the same.

Fighting through the pain as well as the euphoria trying to impale her from within, Janet pulled upward.

Pop.

Snap.

Criiiick.

The pleasure disappeared. The miniature blue flower and its needles wilted and retreated back within her skull somewhere. The vibrations underneath her ceased. She noticed her veins had become an electric sky blue with all this exertion. Color faded quickly, sensing the hostile resistance from her capricious benefactor abating.

“Now. Like I said. Partners,” she murmured, kneeling next to the plant. With a long drag of her tongue, the real essence of the not-Spider coated her lips as she suckled. Bitter, like too much dark chocolate and black coffee. “You help me. I show you the world. When I’m done, we see where we stand. Are we in agreement?”

Without waiting for so much as a caress or other sign, she stepped away to shuck goo and slime off her person. Feeling the curve of her bosom and the insides of her thighs created a tempting warm tingle, though she did not have the time to dilly-dally before it was morning. Thankfully her clothes and shoes were in one piece, along with her panties, and no part of her was obscenely malformed.

Just her little clutch of seeds, the faintest of baby bumps. Yet… had they gotten bigger?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle gust of blue pollen against her back. It wreathed around her like fire, setting all her nerves alight with the temptation of the forbidden fruit once more.

“Good. I wish you hadn’t done that. I need to get clean. But, I’ll grant you that for scratching you up,” Janet sighed, leering at the exotic plant. It pulsed turquoise before settling into an almost imperceptible violet, hiding in the shadow of its glen.

She knew it was dark, yet she saw the forest litter and all the other life that bent to the wind’s decree so clearly.

With that said, her feet began walking. Her conscious mind didn’t know the way, but some other part was helping. That other audience member in her interior monologue, whispering criticism for better or worse. Whispering it was here to help and she should not antagonize it. Whispering it would let her hold the reins…

For now.

Either way, it seemed the forest itself shrunk away from her passing in fear. The faint azure light from her body rolling and pulsing, casting little shadows, gradually fading. All that was left glowing in the near-dawn was the strange blue pollen that first drew her to this fascinating discovery in the proverbial backyard.

It was no Amazon, but at least she got a good time out of it.

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Janet Tellurn had been doing calculations in her head the whole walk back. Her interior monologue listener had been trying to keep up with the scale of things she was contemplating. There was even some sense of an apology for its earlier behavior. Its comprehension beyond the forest was severely lacking. Its time as a seedling was spent in the days when beasts were plenty, but fire was deadly.

It could not comprehend buildings made of stone-not-stone which soared to kiss the clouds, filled with people and animals, yet could avoid the touch of creeping vines and thick roots splitting the foundations.

The exchange solidified that this must be one of those sci-fi situations where she was carrying a passenger. Whether it was a separate offshoot of her benefactor or directly linked to the plant she spent the night with, that wasn’t important at the time.

Right now, she needed to find out how they would thrive.

She almost rounded a tree trunk before headlights cut through the air. Flattening against the bark, a jeep was making its way along the muddy trail

Right to her red crossover SUV. Not very well-hidden to begin with, just hiding behind a bush.

A woman stepped out. Janet could make out her features even before the heavy-duty flashlight clicked on.

Ah, right. This bitch.

She looked like ex-military with the bear-like physique and dirty blonde hair stuck in a bun at the base of her skull. Bronzed skin from working outdoors, more than a few patches of sunburn, button nose and firm jaw. Uniform all prim and proper, so was her way of doing her duty. Also dressed modestly, nothing to flaunt her assets – if she had any besides probably being able to rip apart a log barehanded.

Jan couldn’t technically be mad at this woman. The forest ranger did her job well and was pleasant enough the first two times you broke the rules. However, this was going to be about their tenth run-in. Judging by the deep sigh that could almost be heard from where she was hiding, maybe tonight was the night where enough was enough.

The wind shifted.

Breeze licking at Jan’s cheek, she bit her lip trying to find a way out of this situation. There wasn’t going to be an easy way. If it was one of the males, she could probably sweet talk her way out of the situation. It was surprising how some of the fellas just wanted someone to talk to or could empathize with the whole get-back-to-nature coping mechanism, never had to knee one in the balls or otherwise pay back favors aside from breaking promises to not come here again.

Wrinkling her nose, that weird feeling in the pit of her stomach came again. It wasn’t like feeling full, yet also not to the degree of pleasure like when she had been speared between the legs and cumming her brains out. Even thinking about that was starting to tickle her fancy, but she shook off the sensation. This was a serious obstacle.

Jan didn’t want to involve someone not directly threatening her garden, the place she wanted to make thrive, but on the other hand she couldn’t be inconvenienced with a citation that led here.

The rattling of the chain link fence broke her reverie. Peeking out, the secret entrance was peeled back. Ranger Rachel or whoever was looking at a trail of some sort.

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Jan had to duck behind the tree again, kneeling, before the bright LED painted a silhouette of the trunk against the rest of the forest. Damn these boots. Wonderful for hiking but also for leaving trails.

Eyes closing, she pushed down panic. Breathing slowed. Something tickled her throat and brushed her tongue. She could hear each boot fall get closer and closer. Trying to swallow quietly, her throat was dry one moment and yet silky smooth the next. Parched, needing a drink, but thirst being satisfied in reverse?

The Ranger’s steps were even closer, but they seemed to lose rhythm. Slowing. Quiet breaths of air turned ragged from her direction.

Janet opened her eyes and slowly pursed her lips.

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Exhale.

Icy tufts of blue pollen wafted out of her mouth.

Tiny little embers carried on the wind, drifting straight toward the what at first seemed to be the steps of doom.

Janet heard a sigh. No, a quiet moan. Feet dragged and shuffled closer to where she sat behind the tree. A deep breath around the other side. Flashlight dropped on the ground with a soft clink against rock, light snuffed into the underbrush.

Was she doing this?

Her heart beat so slowly.

Did she need to do this?

A pang within her abdomen, wetness forming below.

Would she enjoy this?

Janet cleared her throat, feeling something burble up. Coughed. Stifled it. Coughed again.

Hand over her mouth, it was coated in blue pollen.

No, sap. Deep cerulean.

More dribbled out between her lips with a dry heave.

More sap. Fluorescent azure with a tinge of turquoise.

She wasn’t sure what to make of it. On some base instinct, she knew what to do with it, but it felt like that step from the fine red line of no return. Once she did this, no one was safe if they got in the way.

With a faint smirk, she felt the sweet nectar pool at the corners of her mouth. Opening her lips just enough to let rivulets drip down her chin, she stood. She could feel her womb shift as the orbs almost seemed to jostle themselves into position.

Rounding the trunk to face the Ranger, Janet put her hands on her hips. Wavering between glassy-eyed stupor and terrible fear, this must have been what it was like earlier. Distracted from a task, getting closer to a wonderful scent, realizing lost time.

“You. You’re not-,” the Ranger croaked, looking Janet up and down, “-not supposed to be here. Oh, god, my head. Di-did you use drugs or something here? Fe-fel-, that’s a felony.”

“Not in the conventional sense. I did find something interesting though,” Janet replied, wiping her hand on her shirt. Blue pollen smeared across her breast, barely illuminating the shape of it. “Can I leave?”

“No! You c-!” she cried out, strangling the desperation. The need to taste the source of whatever sweet, decadent scent was strong. Hands clawed at her shirt, trying to fluff air without going for the buttons. “No, not yet. I need to… see your registration, the car. This isn’t, isn’t a trailhead. You… Oh god, where is that smell coming from? It has to be drugs, you did this to me!”

There was almost a snarl of rage as the Ranger advanced on Jan. The mental fortitude surprised her, almost warranting retreat. Yet, getting just that one step dropped the Ranger to her knees as the lust-laced pheromones dug deeply into her brain. Each labored breath was turning to heady sighs as she turned to focus on the dangerous figure before her.

Janet merely stepped closer, sat, rubbed her shins together to try and distract herself from her sex becoming excited by what she suspected would come next.

“You smell it, don’t you? Something sweet, something indescribable?” Jan whispered in a sultry tone. She could feel herself salivating at the prospect of catching this woman in her own web. “What is it to you? What’s Ranger Jane’s favorite spice or candy?”

“Cinnamon. Apples,” she mumbled, reaching a hand out to her assailant, mind clouded again. “Please. I need to find it.”

Up close, the dirty blonde had beautiful jade eyes. Maybe they would soon get a shade of blue soon enough, or maybe just little wisp-like vines behind them. Either would be a wonderful blend.

“Please! Forget the ticket. Forget anything. Just give me a taste,” the woman panted, crawling another foot towards Jan.

“Only if you make me a promise,” the transformed office worker warned. “You will go into the woods and follow the other scent, the other nice smell. You’ll keep it safe. You’ll keep it company. You’ll keep it hidden. Do we have a deal?”

Nodding vigorously, the hungry Ranger almost lost all control. She was so ready to pounce and receive her due.

“What’s your name?” Jan replied. That weird pooling from within her mouth again. Sticky, vaguely honey and ginger syrup-like stuff began replacing her spit. It glowed the bioluminescent azure, dribbling down her mouth as she smiled.

“Monica. Monica Harrison,” the Ranger stated, flipping her hat off. A single flick would cut the hairband and release that beautiful hair, but then things would get messy. “I’m yours.”

“Good. You’re going to help us…”

In a flash, Janet knocked Monica over, straddling her legs and pinning hands over head with one of her own.

“Thrive.”

The real Monica had one last moment to look up in abject terror as Janet’s eyes seemed to flare with blue. There wasn’t any time to scream as their lips mashed together, tongues swirling around for dominance. There might have been a contest in any other setting. The woman had trained most her life to be a weapon for one season, then kept fit for this job. The curvy chick on top of her should have been no issue.

But that savory ambrosia flowing from her mouth was so good.

Any thoughts of biting or jockeying for a position to wrestle were dispelled as more and more welled up from Janet’s throat. Monica choked for a second, forgetting how to breathe, suckling on the muscle invading her mouth while trying to drink more of… it wasn’t spit. Honey? Sap?

She hacked up again, Jan breaking to let her have a breath. Flecks of cerulean stuck to their faces, the aggressive woman’s throat brimming with the fluorescent substance within and without.

Almost like a mother bird feeding her chick. To help her grow. To help them thrive.

Monica pulled Janet down by the collar of her soaked shirt and began kissing her in earnest. The two found a rhythm, only interrupted when a burble of sap passed between their lips.

Then the pangs below her belly started. Jan gasped sharply. The other was confused, immediately falling back on some sort of training, some set of skills she developed for some other purpose than the one she was being recruited for now. First aid, assessing the subject.

Jan squirmed, rolling onto her back off of the Ranger.

“The-, the seed. The seeds!” she cried out. Hands went down to her middle. Pain. Contractions? Something off. Pain.

Monica came back to the surface. She nearly drowned under the decadent pleasure promised by the not-Spider plant’s ambrosia. She had to stop this. If this continued, there’s no telling what could happen to the outside world. This woman was going to make everyone pod people or something! Monica didn’t even swing this way, not-!

Riiiip.

A boot knocked the Ranger upside the head, seeing stars. Then she felt herself pinned next to an even stronger smell of ginger and honey. Turquoise veins ran down the sides of Janet’s thighs before weaving themselves into the faded blue glow of her pussy. The shorts were torn clean in half and now Monica was in a headlock next to this freak’s opening full of-

Did she say seeds?

Far too many sci-fi horror flicks of alien babies and bad ends shuttered through her mind at once. She tried with all her might to resist being clamped down onto Janet’s snatch for god knows what purpose.

Yet, Janet tightened and released as she came.

For a few moments, escape seemed possible as her crossed legs let up for a moment.

Monica counted it a small blessing, pushing away with all her might, trying to dig in her hands and feet to scrabble back.

Then something crested between the mutated pussy lips in front of her face. It was an orb. Looked like a seed, actually, maybe the pit one would see in an overgrown cherry or the smooth shell of an avocado.

The similarity ended as the seed emanated a bright azure, pulsating. Small tendrils began scrabbling from the half still within Janet, causing her to orgasm again with the overstimulation.

The real Monica screamed for all she was worth as the thin roots shot forward, needle-sized hooks pulling her face closer. Janet’s legs did the rest, locking the woman’s mouth around her labia. Taking a breath helped ease the seed along its way, sucking in more juices leaking from the original host.

Monica felt her nose being invaded, one of her ears. The ovoid wrapped its miniscule tentacles around her tongue and anchored within her mouth to keep pulling itself in. Within moments it was swallow or choke. The need for air, need to release, need to taste that wonderful sap once more to make things all better finally won out.

Especially the prospect for more of the ambrosia. That’s what she was promised. That’s why she was going to be a good guardian.

Janet took heaving inhales once Monica stilled. The seed was still having problems going down so she quickly pulled the Ranger into her lap, aftershocks from the experience still reverberating down her spine.

She kissed her, but this time giving the weird saliva of hers for utility rather than subterfuge. The substance was thinned out, her mind willing her body to alter the makeup. What came out was more like slime, lubricant. Saturating the lips and seeing her work take, Jan then gently pushed the seed on its merry way.

“Fucking hell,” she sighed tiredly, collapsing forward to rest on the other woman’s chest. Still a heartbeat. The noise of the seed slowly being swallowed threatened to set her off. Again. “There’s got to be an easier way to do this.”

Looking around, there was definitely a little bit of a mess. Not nearly as bad as with the plant, so for once not having a tentacle kink and a dozen of the vine-like bastards spraying all over was a good thing. Especially this close to the fence, even if not often traveled.

Janet knew that Monica, Monica Harrison was going to eventually follow the siren scent to the benefactor of her little project. It was but a small task to get up and carry her a few dozen yards into the forest line, propped up against a trunk. The Ranger was resourceful and she had a new friend to meet, everything would take care of itself.

A passing breeze betwixt her nethers reminded Jan that her shorts and panties were now officially end of life. With but a thought, she felt like she rode said wind and sprinted to the fence before opening the secret cut links on the pole.

It was obvious she was a changed woman at this point. Her purpose was to bring others into the fold. She had retained some of her free will by force of personality, but that was a reckoning for sometime later down the road.

Two of seven seeds were planted. One in her, one in a caretaker fuckbuddy for the plant, five to go.

As she got into her car and began the hour drive home, Janet resolved to sleep in for a little today. Take a long shower. Choose clothes easier to work in. Wonder if men would have the same transformation take place. Get into work late.

Hopefully by then she’d come up with a plan to get her Ice Queen bitch of a boss next.

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