Chapter 9: Ch. 9 Bloom

Drip.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

A tiny splash on her forehead woke her up. It was dark. Her neck hurt. Cheek hurt. Why?

Drip.

Right, she was knocked out. Had tried to escape. Didn’t end well. Did she really want to now? That odd smell was so alluring, even if it was coming from the monster that had brought her here.

Here was dark. Here shouldn’t have water either. They were in the stairwell maintenance room behind the restrooms. The only moisture would be coming from a ruptured pipe or something. That didn’t bode well if that was the case, plus she couldn’t doubt it was possible with how that creature so easily tossed her around and seemed to dash at the speed of a whip cracking.

Drip, drip, drop. Three little spatters atop her forehead.

Danielle looked up.

It was a weird looking flower, curt lime green petals open wide. Several fronds with yellowish pistils. Water beaded over the latter, flowing up from roots that seemed embedded within the pipes.

Tick, crick, crack. A hissing noise, something splashing on the floor for a moment next to her. It stopped with a sloppy gurgle and rasp of rubber over metal, small scratches scrabbling to find purchase.

She needed to leave.

Twisting in place, the flower vibrated and shook off its dew. The tang of citrus and sour wine in the air made Danielle dizzy, feeling the tainted war scatter across her head and shoulders. It burned pleasantly. She was hot. Needed to twist further, get out of these clothes, wash herself in… in…

Trying to slap herself, the flower lurched in the same direction, roots barely budging from where they were embedded in the concrete wall and water pipes. Dani’s top was held fast, arms spread to the sides. At least she could somewhat move her legs.

Her pantyhose was ripped, skin exposed. Dragging her legs under her too fast discovered the dozens of burns and cuts from her manhandling earlier, which could have been days ago for all she knew. This was the first time she’d ever been rag-dolled at the whim of an assaulter and then knocked out. All that was on her mind was surviving, escaping, getting help.

Dani stood up.

And slipped. Landed heavily. Soft, springy, definitely not hardwood or concrete. Then what?

A toilet flushed. Purple light radiated from a pipe across the way from Danielle. Morbid curiosity followed the runner as it went across the room, illuminating everything ever so slightly. It seemed to disappear for a second.

Came back.

Grew bigger.

Swelled.

Thrummed as the bladder membrane sloshed, bathing the room in a violet light. Almost the electric neon that attracted bugs to a zapper.

The entire closet was covered in vines. Some with thorns that wrapped around pipes and wires, trying to integrate with them. Others smooth for structural support. All leading back to the flower above her, now filling properly with a deluge of glowing lavender.

“JANET HEL-!”

She wasn’t sure why she called out to her former assistant. No idea why she thought that there was maybe some degree of humanity to appeal to, a deal to forget about all of this and put it behind them. It wasn’t going to be possible to come back from this.

Waterboarded by the shower, a mouthful was swallowed down her gullet before Dani averted her face. Coughing and trying to sneeze out the painful yet comforting burn from her nose, she looked down to see that the water pooled on the floor. That wasn’t right. It should at least spread across, maybe out under the door, maybe someone would investigate!

Trying to stand again, all she succeeded in was raising her ass out of the Danielle-sized bowl she was trapped within. Her spirits sank, cold sweat beading but not enough to cut through the wonderful sensation coursing through her body. It was good, refreshing, taste of limeade and grape juice not quite blending correctly. It felt like it was missing something. Lacking body.

The consistency was wrong.

She needed a component. She felt empty without it.

No, wait, what was she saying?!

She needed to escape!

Pulling with one arm, Dani felt the adrenaline kick in. The overlapping leafy vines under her rocked with the effort to try and undo one of the restraints. One by one, anchoring spikes scraped out of their holes as her hand struggled.

They let go. Just enough for her to reach over and try yanking her other hand from its cuff. Freedom of movement was good, Dani would take whatever extra angle she could. Now she just needed to get them off her limbs and then sneak out of here! Come back with some weedkiller and a gardening crew!

The lights cut out. Only the faint glow from the water in her bath was left.

Danielle looked around. One foot shifted, making the partially purified water slosh around her ankles and cause them to experience that strange pleasure-pain of touching ice for too long.

Eyes darting, she met an all too familiar quietly blazing sapphire. The faint dimples at her temples and cheek, accented even by the faint fluorescence, made Dani shiver.

“Enjoy your wash? Good,” Janet cooed, closing the distance lazily. “Every clean drop of poison used to fill up a sink is going to come through here - through you.”

“What? What do you mean, me?” Dani whispered, any number of terrible images flashing through her mind. “I-I-It’s not like I’m a plumber that flips valves. Jan, come on, we can still make this right!”

“Oh, Dani, of course not. Something that mobile would never process as much as we need,” the hybrid sighed cryptically. “We’re going to help you blossom into a new role where you’ll be appreciated. You’ll contribute to the team.”

Dani’s eyes bulged as the indigo orb pulsated brightly inside of Janet’s womb.

“Best of all you only have to do the only thing you’ve ever been good at.”

Dozens of tendrils large and small sparkled into blues and purples, shifting underneath the skin. A noise, a terrible wet and squishing noise accompanied the sharp gasp and giggle from the hybrid queen. Even more energetic from before, her knees quavered as longer tentacles wrapped around them and the others scrabbled for purchase.

Eyelids fluttering, Danielle with manic abandon tried tearing herself from the wall. All it succeeded in doing was to awaken the showering lime-and-grape flower above her, soaking through her clothes. Despite her terror, her cries were approaching the timbre of her captor’s bliss.

“Ngghhh! Ah! Oh, Dani,” Jan moaned, losing control of her legs. Vines from the room began roaming over the Queen, teasing her, lavishing her with praise, groping her breasts to release squirting streams of azure nectar that painted the floor and filled the air with a heady aroma.

The seed plopped to the floor, bouncing slightly. Its seed cracked, revealing new neon lime roots that began crawling toward Dani.

“Just sit, relax, let it happen,” Janet suggested while glowing lazuli sap flowed over her lips, strands of her own milk coating her fingers as she tasted its purity. “It’ll come easy to you.”

She was exhausted, leaning against the wall, but her will to see this through overpowered her body’s desire to rest. Her seed also hadn’t been as thoughtful as before, fingers idly finding something slick to play with.

Dani saw the alien-looking ball hoist itself over into the tiny pool of water. The rest of its shell popped off, revealing a brilliant orb of furled leaves with violet veins coursing. They grew brighter and brighter, the water absorbed and feeding its growth.

Should she even bother screaming? Maybe keeping her legs crossed and mouth closed. Yes, that’s it! Resist to the bitter end!

Tears streamed down her face.

It was still going to be an end, and yet a-

“New beginning, Danielle.”

Any shock was replaced with a new bout of crying. The seed’s creeping vines wrapped around her ankles. She half-expected them to force them apart, but a new level to this fresh hell was when it didn’t bother. Her feet were bound together. The creature was pulling itself up her body and sheathing her legs into a weave of fibers.

“No, no, no! Jan, please, if there’s any shred of humanity in there-!” Dani pleaded once more. The rest of the seed scuttled along on its other tendrils, fat with purified water and intent on claiming its host.

“I’m pretty sure a lack of th-, nhn, that is a job requirement,” Janet headily sighed, side-eyed glance through her voyeurism. “Or did you forget what you’ve made me do for the past three months?”

Lip quivering, the sound of slimy rustling drew Dani’s attention downward. Her crotch was still exposed but she was snugly wrapped in gentle bioluminescence. Small pitter-patters of terrible rain caused color to flare here and there.

The indigo core exposed itself, iridescent blue slime drooling from the last protection it had. A thick undulating snake-like thing, squirming back and forth, searching for the carbon dioxide spewing from its host.

Janet wailed, the plant-like creature vibrating as it started anchoring on her chest. Thorns grew out of its small feelers. They sank into her skin, wrapped around her mounds to squeeze, twisted around her limbs just like any other ivy did around a taller tree.

Oh, but that aroma. A good vintage of dark red wine, aged to perfection. Citrus of lime or lemon, tinged with summer that promised sweet tea.

Maybe she did want to taste it. Maybe she did want to keep doing the job she used to do. Maybe being Janet’s little helper wouldn’t be so bad.

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The violet worm struck, embedding within her mouth. Viscous syrup coated lips and tongue, her mind set ablaze with warmth. She coughed and moaned, unable to rub her thighs together. Cool water spat by the flower above her and pooled in the valley they made, serving only to thicken her prison’s walls with rejuvenating aqua.

“Glkh, gluekh, hnggrk…”

Was it pumping something? Crawling further down her craw? Both?

Dani’s eyes glazed over, little stars appearing in her vision. Knobs passed through her lips as more of the thing entered her throat, sprouting tiny sprigs that dug into the soft flesh of her cheeks, scraping up the back of her throat and invading holes she never knew about. Then further.

Loud snap. She could breathe, coughing, the walls of her larynx catching on the sapling as it slid the rest of the way down into her stomach. Couldn’t close her mouth, it was being held open from the inside. Try as she might, it was just like chewing on leather.

The shell continued spreading its vines, enveloping her limbs, leaving patches of that smooth espresso skin – stark contrast against the dark green and purple plant life twisting around her. Vainly she struggled, only managing to contort painfully before getting pinned.

“Hrrhgh… Jhn.. Jaahgnn,” Danielle hoarsely wept, head bowing forward. Drool and… that taste… why was she letting it needlessly spill onto her squirming belly?

Wait. No. This was even more wrong. It was large. First trimester. Stretching. She couldn’t feel the pain that should be there.

Dani shuddered.

Eyes shot wide as her insides felt like they were being rearranged.

She wished she could pass out. Wasn’t someone supposed to faint with this much pain? How could this happen to her?

All her achievements, in flames because of one… little… drink… sounded so nice…

The blossom above her glowed an angelic shade of vibrant jade before a deluge of water fell from its maw, washing over Danielle. She couldn’t stop drinking what passed through her jaws. She didn’t want to stop.

The seed shell cracked open one last time. She saw its tip rattle, bearing a familiar head. Like a mushroom. Her mouth was full, gargling gasps of air and water. Where could it g-

Rising sharply, it curved downward in a scorpion’s strike between her lower lips. It was not gentle, it was not nice. The water did not help, neither did what little sap mixed in with it.

Wormed between her wrapped together legs and her crotch, the tentacle rammed into her again and again. Sharp yelps of pain, groans, trying to move her legs did nothing to abate her torture as the vines loosened just enough to pull them apart within the sheath of fibers. What made it worse was the various spikes and thistles burrowed into her body shaking with each thrust.

Danielle gave up.

All her resistance ceased, slumping into her restraints. Her breasts were slick with coppery scented beads mingling with the purified water, scratches down her chest from where the needles lost their grip. Something rumbled inside her belly, it still hadn’t stopped moving since the thing plopped its way in there. Nothing good took root from Janet’s rotten orchard. Not that it mattered.

If only she had some ambrosia, the blueberry and honey. Maybe the lime and grapevine bouquet. Some of that to dull the pain. Turn this into another experience altogether. So cold, abused, alone. Nothing left here but malice. Maybe this was hell.

Then she felt like she was being squeezed to death by a boa constrictor. Each of her limbs shook, her body twisted, air choked out of her lungs wordlessly.

Warmth. Deposited inside her. She shuddered, clinging onto the feeling with eyes closed shut, trying to still her body. If she didn’t resist, it wouldn’t hurt her, would stop hurting her!

Calm again.

She saw the light even before her eyes saw what happened.

It came in her.

The tentacle had sprayed her womb with something. Leaking out of her, the excess mingled with the faint violet water to make a dim orange. It burned oh so lovely against her bare skin! She tried sinking further down into the teacup bowl the plants were forming around her, bringing up the edges. Just like a bath! She needed to be covered in this!

The cock-like vine started digging into her again.

Just before the woman formerly known as Dani could express her joy, the words caught in her throat. Tickled. Something was coming up.

“Hegk!”

It wasn’t like she could stop it.

“Hrrglk!”

Some animal reactions couldn’t be unlearned.

“Jaahhgn-, Glrkhkhhhkhhh-!”

A beautiful stem rose out of her mouth, reaching towards the flower attached to the building’s water supply for the floor. Its bud had yet to bloom, but that could be changed soon. There were so many different things it could feast on, cleanse, create the right building blocks to thrive.

Its host just had to stay where she was, orgasming into a strung out mess of shot nerves and choked giggles.

“Still, there’s the matter of no hole going to waste,” Janet sighed. She had slumped against the wall, her own juices splattered across it and the floor around her during the revenge… no, judgment of her boss. “I can’t get Ian over here to do some due diligence…”

She waved her hand over the growing structure of leaves and its roots burrowing into the hard concrete. A section parted, enough so that Jan could lean over and peek at the display again.

There the former head of HR was. Playing flowerbed, her mouth useful for once, getting covered in bioluminescent pollen with every rock of her hips into the sapling’s tentacle.

No extra seeds.

None like Janet’s.

None like the Queen’s.

Yet…

What about more of those tiny ones?

And another sperm donor, just for this building.

A flicker of movement and Janet found herself overlooking the sleeping city, inside her former boss’s office. Clad in her regular office wear, disguise intact and her heels back in place, Janet dialed a number and noticed she was still covered in her post-bliss.

”This’d better be good, I have three cold ones in front of me.”

“Oh, well, if you want to pass up the opportunity to fuck my boss, then I’ll leave you to it,” Janet whimsically retorted, running her fingers down what would normally be the inside of her pants. No, more like fibrous material that mimicked the texture. It was soaked on the inside.

”…”

“See, Rob, turns out Dani got a little tipsy and admitted to me that she’s always had a thing for you. Why she had to tell you something important on Monday,” she went on, wiping gradually less vibrant girlcum across her arms. Blueberry and honey. Faint. “I said you told me to come and help and she wanted to pay you back.”

”You’re not yanking my chain, are you?” he responded. There were sounds of bottles knocking over and shoes hitting linoleum.

“Rob, I’m a fucking HR bunny who kills people for a living, why the hell would I lie to you about something I’ve fired people over?”

”Point taken. Well, uh, uhm, you guys on the floor?”

“Yeah, but you might want to take the elevator to the second or third below us. She’s…”

Janet looked over to the stairwell. A burst of movement and she looked into it, surveying the maintenance room. No water flowing underneath, no extra lights from within. The gentle presence in her mind that it was becoming the first grove in the concrete jungle, ready to accept its next occupant.

“Kinda passed out. Take the stairs from there. I’ll make sure your badge gets you in and wipe the record.”

”This is surreal. I’m not tripping on something or having an aneurysm, right?”

“No. Don’t wait up, not gonna sleep here overnight. I’m not, at least,” Janet sighed absently.

”What?” Rob scoffed. ”You not joining in the fun?”

She paused. A Queen did need consorts, plural.

“See you soon, Robert.”

Click.

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