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- >Your guides keep you close as you're brought through the streets. All around you, large black orbs watch you from beneath brows of brilliant orange.
- >"Iss here, human." The greenguard hisses as you approach the base of an extremely large tree. "Tribe'sss greenfinger talk to you."
- >With a nod, you step in, the guards neglecting to follow. Either confidence in their leaders combat abilities, or more guards ahead.
- >Either way, with a moment alone you take one more chance to check your equipment.
- >Translator working perfectly, as are scanners. Importantly, your cloning neural link is functioning, so you won't loose memories, a rare but valuable luxery for a pioneer.
- "Hopefully, it won't come to that." you mutter to yourself. "Cloning is an existential hell."
- >Trudging up the stairs, you take note of the large number of marigolds growing from the walls, which naturally adorn the bodies of most residents.
- >Amidst them sit many small pieces of mismatched tech, hairlike tendrils growing through them.
- >The so called ability of the greenfingers, their chieftans, that gives them their uncanny ability to reverse engineer things otherwise beyond their ken.
- >Most of it however, seems very old. That's part of why you chose this tribe. They lacked space travel of their own, their relative isolation giving them a more distinct culture from most tribes.
- >And more usefully, they would be easier to tempt with less technology.
- >As you reach the top, a final guard, large and woody, snarls as you pass, but does nothing to stop you.
- >The door opens to a spacious dome of leaves, well lit by gentle sunlight.
- >Amidst the out of place bits, bobbles and bookcases sits a refined looking floran at a simple desk.
- >She looks up at you with large, ebony eyes, her flat and rigid face unreadable at your approach.
- >Throwing caution to the wind, you simply take a seat in the opposite seat and address your host.
- "Greetings, floran. I'm told that you're the greenfinger of this tribe?"
- >She stares you down in uncomfortable silence for the better part of a minute before moving to speak.
- >"Yesss. I am the greenfinger, Maltana. Take good care of my tribe. What brings a human to my jungle?"
- "Study." You begin, allowing the word to linger in the air.
- "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Anon Y. Mous, a field researcher, a pioneer if you will, who travels to collect knowledge for my people."
- >"And what doesss human book man want with florans tribe?"
- "I guess your tribe is just very interesting." you tell her, trying to flatter.
- >Opening your pack, you pull an old, blank hard drive from your pack and slide it across the desk.
- >While severely outdated, it's superior to any other data storage your scans indicate they've managed to scavenge.
- "A gift. There's more later, if you help."
- >She examines the object for several minutes, probing it with thread-like roots.
- >"Floran likes gift. What doesss human want me to do, maybe?"
- "Just tell your people I'm a friend, and I'll be staying in your village for a little while."
- >With a nod, the plant woman quickly scurries out to the balcony. Surprised at her enthusiastic promptness, you follow.
- >Using a crude, vine tangled talking piece, she quickly calls her tribes attention.
- >"Tribekin, lissten!"
- >A small sea of beady black eyes fall on you.
- >"This is Anon Mouse, human ssscience man. He is friend, want to tell florans sstory. Be nice and no sstabbing him."
- >As quickly as she began her speech, she ends it, simply walking away. Seems she values her brevity.
- >"Tribe should resisst urge to eat meat man now. Have a nice day, and behave."
- "Thank you." You say, offering your hand, much to her confusion.
- "You're supposed to grab my hand and shake it. It's a human way of sealing a deal."
- >The botanical girls eyes widen slightly as her face expressed near unreadable traces of some emotion.
- >She readily follows your instruction, taking your hand with both of hers and shaking you rapidly with all her might, nearly sending you toppling onto the floor.
- >As her excitement fades, she gives you a small wave as you leave.
- >Popping out a notepad, you scratch down a few quick notes before heading into the town.
- >To your surprise, the hungry stares of the locals quickly shift to curiosity with their greenfingers blessing.
- >The locals, many of which had never actually seen a human, perhaps not even a non-floran sapient, constantly bombard you with questions.
- >Mostly about what you are, where you're from, and what it's like the be made of flesh. You do your best to remain patient, and instill the idea that you're a person, just as they are.
- >Many of the youths and more tactless adults also make a habit of poking you, rubbing you, and pulling your hair, more out of curiosity than anything.
- >It's readily apparent that they're unused to touching flesh that isn't dead or dying.
- >Despite everything, you enjoy what seems to be genuine friendliness.
- >Many offer you food, raw or simply cooked meats, of which you eat until bursting, so as not to offend.
- >Others express a desire to teach you to hunt, which you intend to do to further your place in the tribe.
- >A few of the younger floran even declare you their new best friend.
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- >The next couple of weeks are much of the same, you answer questions, begin asking as many, and move some essentials into a tiny shack that the locals quickly built for you.
- >You also attempt to ingratiate yourself with the tribe by participating in practice and training events, as well as acting as a tutor to those who seek it.
- >Today, you've decided to talk to Kaas, a floran woman who has been especially forthcoming, about sexuality.
- >A loud, unrestrained pounding on the door pulls you from your stupor.
- >"Floran here now, sssilly human let her in!"
- >The moment you unlock the door, Kaas, in a display of typical floran enthusiasm, throws it roughly open, very nearly missing you.
- >"Kaas sssay hello, friend. Here and ready to help!"
- >Calmly closing and relocking the door.
- "Thank you, Kaas. I assume you understood why I summoned you here today?"
- >She lets out a cheery, high pitched hissing sound you've come to know as a florans giggle.
- >"Sssilly book man wantss Kaas to be one of his mates. Floran conssider."
- >Surprise hits you like a brick, but you try to beat down your outward surprise.
- "Well... Let's.. see how things might work between our species first." you tell her, trying to avoid the ties of a yes, or the potential offense of a rejection.
- >"Okay, what should floran do firsst?"
- "Just take a seat, please."
- >With a small dejected sigh, she sits on a stool in the center of the room.
- >Despite the claims of floran asexuality, you've long since dispelled that notion. Now you intend to get the truth of the matter.
- >Your test subject being attracted to you could very well be an unexpected advantage, prompting more candid replies.
- "First, simply explain to me how your tribe handles mating."
- >Kaas just looks at you confused.
- "As in, how do you decide who mates with who, how does your species actually mate, and who's responsible for the young."
- >You already knew this tribe had family units, making them a bit unusual for florans, but you wanted specifics.
- >"Ah! Girl ssimply find man and ask to be mate. Strong mates bessst, make strong sssaplings. Help if girl sstrong too, provide for tribe."
- >"Ssstrong man can take many mates, leads them in huntss. Needss to take charge. Sssaplings stay with father and fatherss mates until firsst blosssom, or find own matesss."
- >You raise an eyebrow slightly.
- "Your young can find mates?"
- >"If sstrong enough tribekin will accept. Mossst floran not ssstrong enough to hunt large prey before firsst blosssoming."
- "I see. And how does your species actually breed?"
- >"Male sssimply pollinatess." she says, gesturing at her crotch. "Girl makesss seed, plantss it until pod of little floran growsss."
- "Very interesting." you mutter to yourself, scribbling on your notepad. "Alright. If you would, please stand and remove your clothes."
- >A bright, if toothy and intimidating grin dances across her face as she hops to her feet, readily dropping her skimpy furs to the ground.
- >Looking her down, you note her anatomy. Light gray-green skin, covered in places by darker, overlapping leaves and small patches of bark.
- >An especially broad leaf drapes her shoulders, covering her upper back and breasts.
- >In place of a simple slit, you notice instead a patch where the flesh splits into three directions, small, orange petals jutting from the otherwise flush surface.
- >"Don't be ssscared, ask touch, learn." she interrupts. "Kaas know there more than ssstrong. Smart good too. Mate with Kaas!"
- >Gulping, you resolve. It would make future work with her easier. And you can't deny, Kaas is cute, in an odd way. The begging helps.
- "In a moment." you say, shifting to hide your growing erection. "But just to be sure. There's nothing sharp inside your parts, correct?"
- >"Floranss insidess can't sstab, no. Sssilly man ask ssilly question."
- >Taking her encouragement to heart, you lean forward, and begin carefully spreading her sex, to her delight.
- >You watch in amazement as the trio of flaps unfurls into a beautiful flower, glistening with moisture like morning dew, the scent of marigold and need wafting strongly from it.
- >Carefully opening it further, you see inside to a pit of gently shifting mango-like flesh.
- "It looks so delicate, Naas. I'm worried I might hurt you."
- >"Tougher than it looksss. Don't be afraid to be rough."
- >Silently, you unhand her, the now aroused patch keeping its petals spread of their own volition.
- >Moving up, you begin cupping her breasts.
- >Full and firm, beneath a skin that reminds you of fruit rind, thicker than that found on most of the rest of the body.
- >Her nipples, however, are almost spongy or fungal in consistency, the area around them dotted with tiny pinpricks of scar tissue.
- "So what purpose do these serve for your species?"
- >"Feed young with special ssaps when not enough meat. Ssstore water when not enough rain." She says blankly, clearly getting frustrated at your seeming refusal to reciprocate her advances.
- >You decide to wrap this up quickly.
- "Just a couple more questions, Naas. When do they develop, how often do they produce sap, and why do they have scars?"
- >"Firssst blossoming, whenever ssqueezed, young floran often not watch teeth."
- >A mischievous thought crosses your mind, and you meet the gaze of her solid black eyes.
- "Whenever squeezed?" you repeat more than ask, throwing her off a bit.
- >Before she can respond, you giver her hefty melons a firm squeeze at the top, drawing a hissing gasp from the floran, as well as thick globules of milky-yellow fluid.
- >Roughly pulling your hands down, the liquid flows out in gooey streams, collecting in your hands as you reach the tips.
- >Bringing the liquid gold to your lips, you sample the flavor. Extremely sweet, with a mix of citrus and coconut, trailed by a savoriness likely added by the floran diet.
- >Wordlessly, you take the flower girl by the arm, and pull her roughly to your bed.
- >Arousal melts your professionalism as you look down at your "prey".
- >Freeing yourself of your pants, you waste no time with foreplay, quickly lining yourself to the florans showy petals.
- >Pushing forward, you gasp slightly at the sensation. The soft, silky parts gently tickling against your skin as you slide your way through.
- >Deeper inside, hot, sticky warmth greets your lengths, squelching in anticipation.
- >Taking Kaas' smile as affirmation, you grab the busty botanical beauty by her hips and begin. First with slow, rhythmic thrusts, but quickly growing.
- >Kaas' breathing starts to quicken, her mouth hanging open, almost snakelike in its wideness, her many needle like teeth glinting in the dim light.
- >The display, normally rather disquieting, encourages you with the thrill of playing with danger, the odd duo of sensations her flower provides washing away your doubts.
- >"MORE! SSSSEED KAAS MORE!" she hisses as you gain speed.
- >Her legs wrap roughly around your midsection as her petals bristle against your shaft and balls, her depths clenching against your head, sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine.
- >Far from finished, you fall upon Kaas' prone form, your strokes now long and hard, probing her quivering depths with all you've got.
- >As her long, slimy tongue lolls languidly outside her snakeish jaws, you decide to take what's yours.
- >Hefting one of her engorged melons up, you latch roughly on, and begin to suck.
- >The thick juice begins to flow in almost gooey streams, filling your mouth with such an unbelievable sweetness that it's amazing it isn't sickly so.
- >You drink deep of the wonderful nectar as you continue to mercilessly rut the now helpless house plant.
- >After several minutes, you can't hold out any further.
- >You can feel your balls tighten as they churn, unleashing every reserve of seed into the fertile field they find themselves in, hoping desperately they will take root.
- >Content that you've sufficiently reinforced the common belief that humans will fuck anything, and fuck it well, you finish your new favorite drink, and slide yourself from within her.
- >Watching as the triangular folds slide back into place, you throw a blanket across the comatose plant, and begin seeking your notepad.
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