Message-ID: <17107eli$9811090816@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "charybda 9" Subject: "Hothouse" (mf, F?, scifi) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199811090841.AAA12642@f281.hotmail.com> Legal Notices: The following fictional story contains explicit sexual accounts, and is not intended for people under the age of 18, or anyone who would feel uncomfortable with such accounts. The text is copyright of the author. It may be re-posted on other newsgroups, but may not be distributed or republished in exchange for payment. "Hothouse" was inspired by the movie "Habitat," but is not intended to infringe on any copyrights associated with that movie, and the names of the characters have been changed. HOTHOUSE by Charybda "Do you wanna go skinny dippin'?" Mike hadn't known Robin long. His parents had moved into this small New Mexico town a few weeks ago. How they hoped to maintain a low profile, Mike had no idea. He had a pretty normal relationship with his parents, although there was nothing typical about this family. Mike's mother, Charissa, was a microbiologist; his father, Jack, a geneticist. Both were brilliant, and both were dedicated to populating the barren land with genetically engineered plants that could survive the massive amounts of ultraviolet radiation now pouring through the ozone hole over North America. Genetically engineered plants had been strictly controlled since the treaty of 2004, but a dedicated group of "greenies" wanted to bring about a radical solution--they wanted to introduce aggressive, totally new types of plants that would survive the radiation. The "establishment," however, wanted variants of standard crops and trees. What the greenies proposed was nothing short of an induced, accelerated evolution, pitting man against a nature of his own making. As far as they were concerned, the human species had no more right to survive than any other species on the planet. May the best bag of genes win. This attitude did not sit well with the "powers that be." The greenies were working, not just on introducing the odd gene or two, but on producing chimeras--mixtures of photosynthetic plants and sentient animals. Such an unholy mixture was heresy for the "establishment." Mike had heard all those arguments before. Watching his parents dedicate their lives to a radical cause left him with mixed feelings. Living on society's fringes was not his first preference, but still, he loved his parents. As Jack set up the basement lab, Mike and his mother went out to get some supplies. The shopping list raised some eyebrows at the local garden shop, but people were doing all sorts of creative horticulture these days. A couple of weeks later, something very bizarre happened. "Bizarre" is hardly the word, but Jack had become his experiment. There had been an accident in the lab. Between electrical shorting, chemicals, mutagenic organisms, and who knows what, Jack had transformed into the first of these sentient plants that the greenies had been trying to make for so long. It was "Jekyl and Hyde" meets "The Victory Garden." Charissa was devestated. As far as she was concerned, Jack may as well be dead. From Mike's point of view, it seemed just typical. He didn't know whether to be mad or sad. In any case, it was at that first visit to the garden shop that Mike met Robin. She was a senior, like him, and she appreciated his outlook on life; it made a change from the provincial, small- town mentality of the other boys. Somehow, their Friday-night football prowess, and their Saturday-night drinking excesses, failed to impress her. Robin's relationship with her parents was normal, or dysfunctional, however way you look at it. She had always tried to please them. She got A's all the way through school, but it was never enough. Her dad, especially, would blow his top and ridicule her if she didn't meet his expectations. This night was the last straw. Her dad forbade her from going out with "that weirdo, Mike." She ran up to her room, grabbed her every-ready overnight bag, and did the obvious thing: went to see Mike. She was in the mood for releasing some of that penned up rebellion. "So, how about it?" She looked confidently at Mike. He didn't really know what to say. They had kissed, hugged, held hands, but no more than that. She seemed like a smart, head-on-her-shoulders kind of girl. But skinny dipping? That made Mike kind of nervous. He didn't make a habit of exhibitionism. But it was dark (night being the only time you could go outside anyway), and this was an offer he felt he couldn't refuse. "You have a place in mind?," he ventured. "Sure. I'll drive." They drove up the mountains for 10-12 miles. Robin knew-hoped- that there wouldn't be anyone else out there on a Tuesday night. She was right. They walked along a trail, and arrived at a waterfall surrounded by smooth rocks. It was a favorite watering hole in the old summers. "C'mon." Robin stripped off her sandals, jeans, cotton blouse, and bra--everything except her panties. "So not quite skinny dipping," Mike noted with much relief. As she dove into the dark waters, he stripped off, leaving his own boxers on, and followed her in. "Isn't this great?," she screamed gleefully. She ducked under the surface, emerging right in front of Mike. "Well?" "Yeah, it's been a long time since I've been swimming." Robin moved closer, put her arms around his neck, and planted a long, sensuous kiss. Mike put his arms around her body, and held her close. There had a been a couple of girls before, but fleeting, rushed, sex, not languorous love making. He felt her small breasts and hard nipples press against his chest. Mike backed against a rock for support. They kept on kissing, gently nibbling, and licking each others face, neck, shoulders, and exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. "I'm getting cold," Robin announced finally. "Me too." Mike pulled himself up the rock, and headed for his clothes. They had no towels, and so had to rely on the warm night air to dry them off. But then he looked over to see a truly astounding sight. Robin had swum around to the beach, and was walking out of the water. The bright moon shone on her wet, perfect, white skin. Robin was tall, with long, slender legs and arms, a narrow hip and waist, long neck, and firm, round breasts bobbing only slightly as she walked toward him. Mike thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She came up and kissed him again. Mike sank down to the rocks, and gently pulled Robin down to him. He started to kiss her on her chest, her breasts, but then Robin pushed him away, breathing heavily. "No, Mike, not here. I don't want to do it out here. It's kind of spooky plus...well...I've never done this before, and I want it to be special." "Sure. Where do you want to go?" "Can't we go back to your place? Your parents are so liberal, so understanding." Mike didn't know quite what to say. Ever since his dad had changed, plants had started to fill the house, and his mother was seemed so out of it nowadays. But he knew he'd have to explain the situation at some point. "OK, let's go." Mike drove back this time. Robin cuddled up to him on the truck's bench seat, and listened to him in disbelief as he explained his family's situation. "Come on in." His mother was nowhere to be seen. She was somewhere around, probably upstairs. He had nothing to fear or hide from her. Robin stepped in to what was now, literally, the living room. She looked around in wonder at the roots, vines, flowers, epiphytes, trunks, and leaves that covered the inside of the house. "This is amazing!" They continued to make their way through the house. "This used to be the den," Mike pointed out. "Here, have one of these." Mike broke off a fungus from the side of a tree. "Is it safe?," Robin asked. "Oh sure, everything is edible in this house." She chewed on the mushroom. It had an earthy, nutty taste. "Now here's something that'll give you buzz." Mike bent down and tore some small green leaves from a small plant. He put some in his mouth. "Here." He offered the rest to Robin. She put a couple of leaves in her mouth. It had no taste to speak of, but she began to feel lightheaded. "Wow, this stuff is like a drug." She began to feel a buzz, and a sense of euphoria. "Here's a good place." Mike sat down on a thick pad of moss, and took off his jeans. He propped himself up on his elbow and invited her to join him. "Come." He patted the ground next to him. "Come join me." She lay down beside him. The moss felt luxurious. It was like laying on a carpet of soft grass. Mike looked down at her, then began kissing her, gently at first, and then passionately. At the same time, he undid her blouse, and both of them stopped for a minute to pull their shirts off. "Roll around, like this." Mike laid down and rubbed himself against the moss, first on his back, and then his front. He smiled and felt his member get extraordinarily hard. He knew that Robin couldn't help noticing the huge lump in his boxers. "Go on," he said. "you too." "OK," she smiled back, "what the heck." She rubbed herself over the moss. When she stopped, she realized that she felt incredibly turned on as well. Sure, the midnight skinny dipping, intense foreplay, whatever that plant was, and lying here half-naked with a boy she really liked helped a lot. But after rubbing in the moss, all of a sudden her nipples were standing taut from her breasts, and she felt a distinct tingling and lubrication between her legs. Both of them were now perched on their knees facing each other. Mike sidled up to Robin, and resumed where he left off at the swimming hole. He took a nipple in his mouth, sucked on it, licked across and around it, and then moved to other one. Robin lay down, and grabbed his hair, and pulled him against her. She couldn't believe the sensations she was feeling. Mike moved down to her stomach, and then to her thighs, kissing all over the soft flesh. He reached up and grabbed the elastic band on her panties. He could see that she was thoroughly wet. He pulled them gently. She shifted her weight so that he could get them off. Now he moved back up her thighs, to her mound covered with a sparse patch of blonde curls. He pushed on her thighs gently. Robin got the message, and spread her legs. Mike lay between, and moved his tongue over he clit. She responded with a groan, and a movement of her hips. He kept licking with his firm tongue, and cautiously inserted one finger, and then two. Within a few minutes she was bucking against his tongue, moaning as if in pain. And then she moaned loudly. "Please," she said softly, "I want you. Now." Mike pulled down his boxers. His penis stuck out straight in front of him, and harder than he'd ever felt before. Some pre-cum juice dribbled off the end. He leaned over her, supporting himself with one arm while the other hand guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He pushed in a short way, and then out, to lubricate, and then pushed a little further. He felt some resistance, but pushed on when Robin showed no signs of discomfort. He adjusted is weight on to his elbows. She put her arms around him as he stroked in and out of her, varying the rhythm. She lifted up her legs so he could push in even further. Before long she started to moan again. By this time he was ready to cum himself. He held on as long as he could, but the overriding urge hit him like a hammer. Robin felt the spasms within her, and she felt herself going over the edge again. She clenched down on the wonderful, hard organ with her, and felt waves of pain mixed with pleasure wash over her. They lay that way for a while, and then slept, satiated. ------------------------------------------ Charissa and her husband looked on from behind some large leaves. "How wonderful!," she whispered. "Yes," Jack agreed, "she's beautiful." They watched the young couple sleeping in each other's arms. Charissa sighed deeply, and turned around to go back upstairs. "What's the matter?," Jack asked. "I'm just sad that we will never be lovers again." "That's not true," Jack countered. "We can still be lovers." "Lovers?" "Yes. Lovers." "But how?" "Let me show you." The iridescent lights that now were Jack swirled again, and moved slowly up the stairs. Jack started to explain. "Nature knows no bounds in its efforts to survive. Look at the orchid. Some are designed to mimic the sexual organs of the male. The insect comes along, and thinks it's mating, while the flower gets to pass on its pollen. Some fungi imitate the pheromones of insects, encouraging them to investigate, and pass on its spores." "So, what are you saying?" "Look." The plants had grown all around the upstairs sunroom, but plenty of light still came in. The floor was covered in leaves and mosses. But there, in one corner, was a giant, dark-red flower. Jack settled on the flower, and seemed to disappear within it. "Come, darling." Charissa moved over to the flower. The cloud emerged and enveloped her. She felt tingling and movement, and then it left her. She was now naked. Her shift lay on the ground at her feet, and she examined the flower. It had two huge, rounded petals facing each other, and a mound in the middle. "Sit in the middle, Charissa." Charissa gingerly lowered herself into the flower. "Lean back." She allowed herself to relax. The petal behind her gave a little. Vines from the trees above snaked down and encircled her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide and moving her back even more. Charissa panicked for a moment. "Jack, what are you doing?" "Relax. I only want you to enjoy this." Then two more vines came down. She could see them very clearly. On each end was a large, soft cup. They cups attached themselves to her nipples, and began to pulse back and forward. She could feel the suction on her breasts. At first it was a little painful, and then she began to feel pleasure. Jack formed a dense cloud, and concentrated on her lower sensuous zones. She felt a tingling sensation on her clitoris, and then movement in her vagina. Her own juices frothed with the green pigments of Jack's mass. The combination of the sucking on her breasts, and attentions down further, were starting to have an affect on her. Still, she was beginning to think something was missing, and then she gulped quickly. Out of the mound, in the center of the flower, emerged a long, red, phallus. It looked like an obscene vegetable, perfectly mimicking the human penis. The organ was broad--much fatter than she was used to with Jack, her only lover. The "penis" grew lengthwise, reaching inexorably toward her vulva, and penetrated her. Ever so slowly, the phallus pushed its way up her vagina. She threw her head back in ecstasy. The purpose of the vines now became apparent. They wrapped under her back and legs, cradling her in the petal. Ever so gently, the vines swung her with small back and forth movements. She gyrated her hips against the organ, which she noticed now was covered in a red, oily substance. Together with her own juices, and the plant's, it slid in and out easily, but firmly. She had never felt anything like this before. "Oh, Jack." "Yes, my darling?" "I...I love you." She struggled to form the words. "I love you too." She felt herself peaking. She bucked against the organ, but the vines kept her in place. Nothing else seemed to exist at this moment except the intense heat emanating from between her thighs. At that point she reached climax, but the motion became faster and shorter. More orgasms followed, and then the motion stopped, and she felt warm fluid pump into her body. Charissa lay spent in the petal. The vines retracted. After a while, the organ withdraw into the base of the flower. "You see, Charissa, we will never be apart." She had so many questions. "What about the fluid?" A thin, white fluid was seeping out of her. "That is my seed, Charissa. But it won't make you pregnant. Your body will absorb it so that wherever you go, I'll go. I can protect you and heal you. You'll see." "But did you feel any...pleasure, if that's the right word?" "Of course. I am this plant. The phallus is, literally, an extension of my own being. We can make love, just like this, any time." "Just like this?" "Yes." But the way she emphasized "just" led him to think she had something else in mind. "What do you mean?" "Can't I have some control over it?" "Sure. What do you want?" Charissa began to stroke the base from which the phallus appeared. It started to push out again. She waited it for it to come out to its full length, and then she slowly lowered herself on to the top couple of inches. She grabbed hold of its bottom half, and covered her hands in the red ooze. With one hand she tweaked her nipple; with her other hand she stroked her clit, although it was very hard to do that when she was stretched out so far. And then another smaller phallus emerged right next to it. "I can only fit one at a time, you know." "But you have more than one hole," Jack suggested. Charissa clicked. She carefully arranged the small phallus to enter her anus, and then she lowered herself, and moved up and down slowly. The sensations were amazing. She had never been filled so completely. It wasn't long before she orgasmed. Only once this time, and not so intensely as the first, but very satisfying in any case. Feeling just a little bit sore, she pulled herself off, and lay on the soft moss. Charissa dreamed of many more pleasures with her husband in this new form of life. And she dreamed that her son and his young lover would be the innocent Adam and Eve of Jack's Eden. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----