Seedling

SEEDLING

I had been working my way into the brush for two hours, breaking a new trail. I was following a game track; sometimes there was just a slightly-worn area on a tree trunk, or a place where the tree limbs had been stripped bare by herbivores, but it was always there if you knew where to look. Some places were so thick with heavy branches that it was impossible to push through; my machete cured that with a few quick strokes. I'd emptied one of my canteens already; getting into the lowlands meant that the sun was blocked, but the humidity in these damp bottoms was stifling. My shirt was soaked to the skin, and I was glad I'd left my underwear at home; an old bit of tunnel-rat lore. Wearing the stuff just meant that the crotchrot set in that much faster.
I pushed past a tree-trunk that I couldn't have circled with both arms, and suddenly the trail was gone. It didn't veer off, it didn't widen out into a den, didn't cross a stream; just gone. Whatever had come this way had stopped and gone back in a hurry. I cursed silently, too out of breath to do anything but pant heavily; the last hundred meters had been a vicious bind of blackberry canes and wisteria. Have to turn back now...
...no, maybe this was new growth. It probably picks up again on the other side of these bushes, I thought. I decided that I'd feel awfully silly, explaining to my coworkers that I went on a four-mile off-trail hike, then turned around and came back. A few quick slashes at the bushes, and they parted like a dancer's fans. Sometimes you got that; the plants grew and twisted around themselves, and then when they tried to change direction they built up a lot of tension.
It was different, but I didn't find that out until it was too late.
On the other side of the bushes was a small clearing; very strange indeed, I thought, because this should have been visible from the other side. And there certainly wasn't any reason for the game trail to drop off before coming in here. I started to wonder if maybe there wasn't something about the clearing...no poison ivy, no mushrooms or ant mounds. No reason not to go in and check it out. Besides, I was getting thirsty; it looked like a good place to open my next canteen and have lunch. I carefully pushed my way past the split I'd cut in the viny barrier, and walked towards the tree in the center of the clearing.
I heard a faint rustling as I stepped closer. The wind must be picking up, but I'd be unlikely to feel it here at ground level. It was nice to hear some noise, though, because ever since I got into that damn blackberry the forest had gone completely silent. I gratefully sat down; god, listen to my knees creak. Not as young as I used to be...I popped the cap off the canteen and swigged from it as I unwrapped the sandwich I'd made that morning. It would feel great to take my shoes off, but my feet would swell up and I'd never--
Whoa! I jumped forward, knocking the canteen to one side and my pack to another. Someone had touched my neck! I spun around, looking frantically for whoever it had been. There hadn't BEEN anyone there...and there still wasn't. Nobody in the clearing at all...I rubbed my neck, trying to figure out what had happened. I saw that there was a small vine, the bright green of very new growth, gently twisting back and forth about where my head had been. Maybe the wind had knocked it down? The rustling was still going.
Ah, dammit! The canteen had spilled half its contents on the ground, and I'd stamped the sandwich flat in my panicked rush. So much for lunch, it seemed. Ah well, this was getting too wierd anyway. The whole place was kind of creepy, now that I looked around.
I looked around again. The hole I'd come in by was gone. No, I was just on the other side of the tree! Right? I walked around, and again I saw a wall of solid green. I walked closer to it, and pushed against the barrier; it hardly budged under the pressure. It occurred to me that I didn't know what kind of vines these were; something slim and smooth, no leaves or rootlets. I really ought to go...
But I still had the machete, and maybe the curtain had sprung up again. For some reason it didn't occur to me that no plant I knew of would do that.
I walked back to the tree. I might as well polish off the canteen; no sense crying over spilled water. I grinned at the pun, and suddenly I was giggling like an idiot. I realized that I was light-headed. "Aw, not sunstroke!" I shouted. I'd been walking under canopy for the past hour; the incongruity of my statement was suddenly excruciatingly hilarious. I bent forward, grasping my stomach as I laughed. Suddenly a rush of dizziness came over me, and I tumbled to the ground. The mossy clearing floor was soft enough that I didn't hurt myself as I landed. I rolled over on my back, still hooting with laughter, kicking my arms and legs around. After a few minutes, I managed to get myself under control.
Then I felt myself touched again, this time on the wrist. I burst out laughing again, at the surprise, and then I felt more feather-light contacts on my ankles. It felt good. Gentle caresses, like sweet breezes. My mind swirled, and I couldn't think straight. It felt good...
The stroking motions suddenly began to move up my legs more quickly. All at once the mists burned away from my mind, and I sat up straight. Or I tried to sit up straight; the tendrils wrapped around my wrist meant that I could only raise my shoulder from the ground. I bent my head forward and saw that my legs were entirely shrouded in green vines, the same bright green as the one by the tree. The one, I realized now, that had touched the back of my neck.
I tried to pull free; the vines wrapped around my wrist came up from the ground with difficulty, and I saw that they had grown a few inches into the ground in addition to wrapping themselves around me. I couldn't free my legs! I struggled to reach my free arm around to the machete sheath. I freed the blade just as another vine made a grab for the hand. I felt vines wrapping around my biceps, tickling in my armpit. My God, the things could move fast!
I had the machete now. In my panic, I started to flail wildly; vines split and shrank back from the blows. I'd better be careful--all I needed to was to gash my leg. Whatever was going on, I knew I wouldn't want to stay around to watch it happen. Vines parted, split; one went writhing away like a broken-backed snake, both ends severed.
One caught my free hand.
I shrieked and tried to pull away. The vine flipped through the air as I flailed my arm in wild terror, but I couldn't break free. Suddenly the vine curved neatly around my hand and into my palm; I wasn't strong enough to hold my fist closed. Slowly, reluctantly, the vine forced my hand apart with its own volume; the machete dropped from my fingers and sank into the dirt. I screamed.
"help! HELP, oh Christ PLEASE!" It was no use, but I was beyond logic at that point. Nobody was within ten miles to hear my cry; I'd gone off-road some distance just to get to this spot. This damned spot! This place where I was going to be eaten by something that I'd walked into. I had a nightmarish vision of a venus flytrap folding over me, acid fluids rushing in and melting my body to mush as I wailed...
Tendrils were working their way under my shorts. What the hell? More and more wormed their way in, as the network restraining my upper body interlaced and wove and tightened. Even my struggles, now, only made the organic cage give slightly; my sobbing breaths came fast. My sweat lubricated the vines, but all that let me do was slide around slightly. The pain in my waist and legs grew as the vines expanded; I cried out, then screamed.
At last my shorts gave way with a POP as a seam burst. The vines writhed, almost triumphantly to my terrified gaze, as they wormed their way around my sex. Their touch was the worst obscenity I could imagine, and I could do nothing but moan, sickened, as they touched...probed...stroked...
I heard a heavy slithering noise from the direction of the tree. I couldn't turn my head enough to see...I frantically rolled my eyes, trying to spot what was coming for me. A rescuer? Someone who had followed me...
All at once I felt an odd sense of euphoria. This was the most awful thing I had ever known...but suddenly it didn't seem so bad. Indeed, the vines' grip was now pleasantly firm, instead of viciously tight. I opened my mouth to cry out, but my groan was not entirely fearful. The tickling explorations of the vines against my lower body were growing more intimate and less rapacious. I giggled as one wormed its way into my navel. All at once, I realized that my sex had grown, becoming heavy and pendulous. I wondered whether the vines would notice...and at the thought there was such a rush of pleasure that my head spun. I ceased my struggles and relaxed, submitting to my captors' ministrations.
They seemed most interested in my anus, probing and squrming as I groaned with passion. Occasionally I had stimulated myself back there, but this was a more experienced contact than I'd ever known. My hips began to rock against the vegetable restraint, my sex thudding back and forth as a counterpoint to the caresses.
The slithering from the tree was closer, now. I managed to force my head to the side, enough to see what was approaching. It was another vine...bigger than the others. Much bigger. It advanced ponderously, as snake-like as the rest; but where those were quick-darting adders, this was a python. A hunter. It knew what it wanted, and it knew that in good time it would have it. And all at once, I knew that what it wanted was me; that the reason for its smaller fellows' activities was to entrap me, and to keep me from fleeing while it made its approach.
Fear exploded in my mind again as I felt my legs being moved. The mass of smaller vines had grown so great that I could hardly see my legs anymore; and yet, ironically, my cock was still untouched. It flopped onto my belly as my legs were lifted. Oh, God...oh GOD! What was going to HAPPEN?
And yet, I knew. I understood, even before I felt the cool pressure against my buttocks, what the plant meant to do. And I knew, even more, that I couldn't stop it; I was too deep within its clutches to escape. I could only hope that it would not be--
AH, JESUS! NAAAAAGH! It was...it was more than I could STAND! I felt my anus forced open, my hips seeming to creak as the giant vine shoved itself into me. God, NO, it was going DEEPER! My tongue shot out of my mouth, drool flowing thickly down my cheeks as I bleated in agony. No...no, God, please let me pass out! PLEASE!
A spreading numbness suddenly suffused my guts. The pain quickly subsided; I could still feel the monster forcing its way into me, but it might as well have been happening to another person. Anesthetic? Why? If this thing were planning to eat me from within, why would it want me to...nevermind. While the sheer physical pain was gone, the deeper intellectual terror remained. I felt my mind reel as the plant's drug reached it, but I still had enough will left to squeeze my bowels, frantically trying to expel the questing tentacle in the only way I could. It wasn't working...I could feel myself filling, bulging, as it worked its way further into me.
butyouwantittohappen
What? NO! No, I can't possibly want this...this disgusting, this foul--
beautifulthing
No! No, where were these thoughts coming from? There's no way this could be me.
itisyouitiiswhatyouwant
Im...impossible...
nonotimpossibleitiswhatyouwantitfeelsgood
...does it feel good? It...I feel it in me...
feelsgoodFEELSGOOD
Yes...It feels good. It feels...so good!
yesnowyouwantittogodeeper
I felt my bowels relax, almost before I willed it. At once the thick root seemed to double its length; my head thrust back against its captors as a stuttering moan broke from my mouth. My body was beginning to surge, forward and backward; I realized that the sheer force of the vine was moving me, as the numbness had spread through my hips and legs now. I imagined the vine forcing in so deeply...SO deeply...touching my brain, reaching my true sex, and...I noticed my phallus, bouncing free of any restraint. It was longer and darker than I'd ever known it. At once, I wanted to touch it more than anything in the world.
youwillserveme
Yes! YES, anything, just...just give me. Give me!
idonotgiveyouthatigiveyouTHIS
The throbbing pressure against my hips grew more rapid, more insistent. I felt a heavier bulge moving through my distended anus, working its way up through me.
youwillserve
Yes.
youwilltakethisfromme
YES.
youwillTAKEthisfromme
I could feel myself swelling further as the gravidity moved into me. I could not even begin to estimate how thoroughly the vine had penetrated my body. Was I truly even an independent creature, anymore?
youaremine
Oh, yes...yes, so wonderful. So lovely, to be a part of another...to be, to be what?
appendage
Yes...no mind, no will. Thoughts dissolving in a sea of pleasure...
itwillcomesoonbutyoumustWANTIT
Oh Jesus God YES I WANT THIS TO HAPPEN!
The vines around me suddenly clutched tighter, holding me perfectly still. My sex was quivering with a life of its own. The heaviness inside me grew...GREW...
Despite the vines' grasp my body bucked as I felt the tentacle spew its heaviness into me, filling me wonderfully. My own cock spurt its feeble response onto the mossy ground. A blinding blue flash obliterated all thought.

I awoke lying on my side. My torn shorts were nowhere to be seen; I was still wearing my hiking boots and my T-shirt. I couldn't move for a time; the profundity of my experience seemed more like a dream. Or a nightmare...I reached down to my ass and found it somewhat swollen, but the tenderness I'd expected wasn't present. Had anything really happened down there? I mean, obviously SOMETHING happened, but did that thing actually...?
I rolled to my side and looked at the quiescent tree. The forest had returned to the dead silence I'd heard while approaching. I thought about going to the tree and touching it...but somehow I felt that I should leave. Yes, I should go...Lord knew I'd have to come up with something to account for my time. By the sun's height I'd been lying in the clearing for three hours.
I left by the hole I'd cut to enter, now present again. I was beyond wondering about the mysteries of this area; with miles of hike back to the car ahead of me. And no pants.
I was about a half-hour out when it happened. All at once, I felt my cock brushing against my thigh. I looked down, and it was just as long and hard as I'd remembered seeing when in the plant's clutches. All at once I was lying on the ground, masturbating furiously, the pleasure that the plant had cruelly denied me exploding in my groin. I was vaguely aware of my heels drumming on the ground, as they'd done in my teenage years when I'd discovered the joys of self-manipulation. I came violently, grunting as my jism shot out in a wild arc and splattered my legs and belly. I lay there, panting, feeling my sex gently limpen in my hand.
I masturbated twice more on the hike back to the car. The second time was almost like the first; a sudden rush of lust, a forceful pounding, orgasm. An observer might have wondered, from my expression and furious motion, whether I wasn't trying to rip the thing off. The third time was more gentle, though still driven by wild passion; a slow fire compared to the blowtorch intensity of the first two times. Still, if it hadn't been for those two times, I would have counted the third the most profound sexual experience I'd ever had. Although the tree...but I found my mind shying away from that. Already it seemed the figment of a dream. I'd lost my shorts back in those damn blackberries; the thorny canes had gotten so bound up in the fabric that I'd had to abandon them. God, what a silly story! My coworkers would never let me hear the end of it.
Back at the car, I covered myself with a blanket. Wouldn't do to give some truck driver a free show! I set off for home, a shower, and a meal; suddenly I realized that I was ravenously hungry. And then I realized that I needed to shit--badly.
Maybe I could find a gas station--no, this was more urgent than that. I almost spun out getting the car off the road, and then I dropped the blanket as I ran into the bushes. I had to find a place! I couldn't let people watch me crap...
All at once my knees gave out, and I crashed to the ground. What was happening to me? I couldn't move my legs...just barely enough to get myself turned over. I felt more pressure inside my bowels than I'd ever--no, I'd felt like this back when the vine--
Oh God. Oh, no, God, the vine! What HAD it done to me? It put something in...I'd assumed it was just some strange kind of sap, but what was going on now?
seedling
Wait, what? Where was...oh, not again...NO, not this--this violation...
youwillserve
But I didn't know...I didn't know what you MEANT!
youwillSERVE
My legs were completely numb. I frantically clawed at my hips, trying to do something. I didn't know what. All at once, my arms fell slack as well. I could only roll my head around, froth flying from my mouth as I gibbered in horror. Whatever was inside me was...pushing.
donotbeafraid
And just like that, I wasn't. Indeed, this felt good, in a strange way. Blissful...this wonderful pressure inside me, touching me more intimately than anyone else could, filling me with...joy...
itfeelsgoodyouwantittohappen
Just like before, my cock was standing straight up in the air like a spike. My vision blurred as the pressure in my guts grew even futher.
donotresist
Never.
itwillhappensoon
The pressure built, and I felt my buttocks forced apart from within. I couldn't imagine what was happening there. I had a vision of a rootlet forcing its way out...
donotthinkonlyfeel
The vision blurred, and scattered into a million colorful fragments. The fragments expanded, sweeping over me, filling my mind with color. It was the most beautiful thing I could imagine.
All at once, the pressure left me with a shocking sense of expulsion so great that only then I realized how much force there had been. The intensity of relief drove me to the brink; suddenly, I was coming, coming more hugely than I had even when the tree forced itself into me. As before, a violent blue energy filled my being, leaving me unconcious.

I returned home without another incident. As soon as I entered my apartment, I was insanely hungry--I would have eaten anything, without complaint or word of thanks. If my girlfriend's butchered corpse were set before me I would not have thought twice. I ate everything in the apartment, paused only to dress in the barest minimum of clothing, and set out for the closest restaurant. I returned home four hours later, the better for two full meals and an entire bottle of wine. Whatever had...happened...it had certainly taken its toll. Did the tree plant some kind of seed in me, something that sprouted inside? Ate my substance for a time, and then left me to enter the world on its own?
I have not had a satisfying sexual experience since my encounter. My girlfriend left me three weeks ago, claiming that I didn't seem to be interested. In a way, she's right. I do my work listlessly, hardly paying attention. My nights are spent in an alcoholic fog, dominated by thoughts of strange penetrations and obscene fulfillment. I have realized that all my life had been waiting for that moment, that instant of true fulfillment, as I became nothing but a vessel for another. For a greater being. Even writing this story down has brought my sex to greater height than it has been since that communion.
I want to carry a seedling again. And God help me, I want it to be SOON.