Jagat

I was in a very strange mood when I wrote this story, it’s not my usual fare at all. This particular chapter contains non-consensual situations and strange alien vines. I’m not sure if I’ll add more to this. Like I said, I was in a strange mood when I wrote it. If I do continue it, there will likely be strange, unrealistically sensual bloody birth scenes and such in the future.
Also, this story is unbeta’d.

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“Just take a walk until it finds you,” they had told her. “And when it finds you, and decides you are prepared, it will plant the seed for a new world.”

She was incredibly lucky, she knew. She had, after all, been chosen as a candidate at a very young age. And even then, very few were actually elected to carry out such a purpose. Still, the instructions were a little vague. Juno shrugged her shoulders and started walking.

Jagat, the mother world, was a truly beautiful place. It was, after all, the world where other worlds were made and transported to new destinations. It was a little flat, but full of life, and very green.

At least it was warm. Since Jagat was a holy place, Juno had been left unclothed. It seemed a bit unceremonious, in her opinion. However, she had wisely left the opinion unvoiced. The elders didn’t like to be questioned, after all. And if she didn’t carry out her holy duty, however vague, they would probably have left her to clean the temples for another year.

Juno started to take another step forward, but found her way impeded by a mass of vines. Strange. She didn’t remember seeing them before. She grabbed a handful of the thinner ropes to move them aside and was surprised to find herself yanked back. She looked at her wrist and found that the vines she had grabbed had wrapped themselves around her wrist. Juno yanked, yanked again, but was unable to free herself. It was like trying to rend a boulder from a hill with only two hands. The vines pulled her, dragged her, and she was soon in the middle of a clearing, whose ground was covered in vines.

She tried to catch her breath, tried to think She hadn’t been warned of this. Then she noticed the vines were moving, as if they were a breathing mass, and a few thin tendrils had sprung from the ground between her feet and were working their way up. They lifted themselves straight up and stood suspended, a few inches above her knees. They were very very close to... Oh goddess. Juno clamped her knees together, but it was no use. The thin vines moved behind her legs until they were just barely touching the place, that place and then they were just as surely inside.

The feeling was strange. It was almost like very small, thin fingers were feeling around, testing for something. Juno shuddered, panted, her long, dark hair sticking to her back and arms as she tried to understand. She had never been touched there by another. She had, in the past, only touched herself there to clean herself. And never, never, - her eyes widened, feeling the small vines creep up - never had she been touched this deeply.

The small vines withdrew, and she gasped in relief. That had been very, very strange. But her relief was short-lived. She felt the small vines move to encircle her ankles and knees. And a larger one, the circumference of two fingers slithered its way up her leg. More vines came from above, encircling her arms to her elbows and holding her hands above her head. She grasped at them, needing to hold onto something.

The big one didn’t even hesitate. It found her opening and moved forward, slowly and surely. This was a different entry. It was smooth, and felt fuller than she anticipated. It also hurt a bit, as if it were chafing her insides. She sucked in a shaking breath and parted her legs to steady herself. The vines let her, but stayed secure around her legs, only letting her do what they allowed.

The thing inside of her twisted, withdrew, and plunged in deeper, twisting again. A tingling warmth filled her body, and a small moan escaped her lips. The motion repeated: twist, withdraw, reenter, deeper again. Twist, withdraw, reenter. Then it wasn’t exiting her body anymore, but still moving back and forth. The entry was smoother now, though it didn’t occur to her to wonder why. Little gasps and cries left her mouth, and she tightened her grip on the vines holding her aloft. This felt fine. In fact, it felt really good.

Something else was tapping her entrance. She looked down. A new vine had wound its way around the one inside of her. It seemed to be the same size, and was in such a position that it touched her entrance every time the other one plunged in. It wound up again, so that it instead faced the front of her body, and in the next plunge up it touched a spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. She moaned long and loud, but the sensation was short-lived. The vine crept a little higher, and in the next upward motion it breached past the thin lips of her entrance.

Juno stopped breathing. It was uncomfortable, not what she expected. The feeling took the edge off of the pleasure, just a bit. It didn’t withdraw when the other one pulled back either, but continued to wind its way up. She bit her lip, too full and unable to do anything about it. It continued to wind its way around the thing that was moving inside of her, and she struggled, arched to get away, and was unable to do anything. The ropy tendrils on her arms held her aloft, and more of the smaller vines wound their way up her legs, higher, until they had reached her upper thighs. The grip they held on her body was firm and uncompromising, and no longer allowed her to move of her own free will. She was held, arms over her head, legs spread, panting and clawing and whimpering and unable to do anything about the fullness she wanted to escape.

The second vine climbed higher around the first, coiled tighter, until it had met the height of the one that had been moving within her, and they were entering her as one. A shuddering breath escaped her, a gasp. It was still too full, almost pain but not quite. And there was pleasure there, still, leaving her confused and aching and both trying to arch away and arch closer to the things that were touching her as nothing else ever had.

After a while, her body seemed to adjust. The almost-pain was still there, but the pleasure was higher. A warm wetness was dripping down her thighs, and the muscles in her back and abdomen were drawn tight with tension. She tried to widen her stance, to help relieve the feeling of fullness, and to her surprise the vines let her. She spread her legs further, and the almost-pain subsided a bit. She yanked again on the thin ropes holding her arms aloft, and they lowered her a few inches. She bent her knees and spread her legs further, and everything felt a whole lot better. From this angle the two vines inside of her brushed against that little spot on the outside that made stars appear behind her eyes. They suddenly began to move faster, harder, and she bit her lip to contain the screech that tried to escape her lips. Her muscled tightened further, as if reaching for something, and she started to move her hips slightly to match the rhythm.

More small vines crept from the ground. They wound their way up her legs until they were completely encased. She stilled, unable to move again. Her breathing was hard, from the rough pleasure. Juno looked down and saw a pink-tinged liquid dripping down her thighs. Funny, nothing hurt.

Then she noticed, there was something near her feet, something round and oblong. There seemed to be knot in one of the vines inside of her. It was the size of a closed fist, and it was traveling upwards. When it got closer, she realized it wasn’t a knot. It looked more like something was inside of the vine, traveling upwards from the inside. It was heading straight for... oh god.

“And when it finds you, and decides you are prepared, it will plant the seed for a new world.”

The knot had reached just the right height that it was bumping against her opening on every upward thrust. She was gasping and sobbing and moaning and hoping, oh god, oh goddess, let it not be what she thought. But the thin vines around her legs were traveling up a bit further, until the small tendrils reached her opening and grabbed the thin lips, holding her a bit wider. And the hard up-and-down pounding inside of her continued, and she was full and wet and all her muscles were drawn taught, and she was on the verge of something, something.

Then the knot plunged inside of her and she screamed. It hurt. Her insides burned, and she was sure that something had to have been ripped open but she was also too close to that something she’d been reaching for and, even through the pain, the whole world suddenly went white from indescribable pleasure. She was arching and howling and shuddering and whimpering and unable to do anything about any of it.

Slowly, the feeling ebbed. She was still panting harshly, her body shuddering a bit, and her knees felt watery and her wrists were numb. The vines around her legs went slack and slithered away, the ones inside of withdrew, leaving her strangely empty, though it still felt as if something were inside. Then, the vines holding her arms loosened, and she fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Then, everything went black.
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Subject: MS67, Juno
Retrieval: Successful
Alive: Y
Insemination: Successful
Set course: Y
Destination: Unplanted Black Mass, Sector 47445
Will arrive in 7m, 12d, 14h