Xenoanthrobotany [starbound] [dendrophilia]

>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.