<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>The moment the thick red sap touched her sensitive nub, her fate was sealed. It spread a warmth into her most sensitive spot that told her that more chemicals were at play. The short term effects were a tingling sensation, which quickly gave way to throbbing. Chloe's body was reacting fast, betraying her even as her mind recoiled in horror at what she was doing to herself. As she began rubbing her clit, the mechanical motion unlocked the fluid's true potential. She could feel its effect taking hold, but she never could have suspected that rubbing it into her flesh would permanently alter her body. That is, unless she had paid closer attention to the different kinds of harvesters during her initiation class. The consequences of that would make themselves known later. For now, Chloe had bigger problems.<br/><br/>As she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm, her pussy clenched on the harvester's shaft, making her painfully aware that it was<i>throbbing</i>. It was not gaining sexual pleasure from her tight hole, but it had evolved this response to push her further, mimicking the throb of a human penis and perfectly sending the same wordless signals the female body would pick up on. The harvester was responding too. As Chloe got closer and closer to pushing herself over the edge, it tensed its muscles and tightened its grip around her thigh. When she finally reached the point of no return, a flap opened on its back. With her in her most vulnerable and weakest state, the harvester felt safe revealing its most fragile part. A softball sized white-yellow orb emerged from below the thick fibrous scales, glowing softly as it collected Chloe's orgasmic energy. Chloe served up one delicious meal as her hips bucked, her pussy convulsed, and her mind was washed away with overwhelming pleasure, but it knew it could get so much more energy from her!<br/><br/>Her pussy was at its most sensitive in the wake of the orgasm. At this point, the thick shaft began to retract, giving Chloe a glimmer of hope. But as it reached the point where only the bulbous tip remained between her lower lips, it slammed its full length back into her, only to retract again. The chemical warfare was just the precursor. Allowing, or rather forcing, her to do the hard part of becoming aroused. Now that her sopping pussy was warmed up and her engine was revving, whether she wanted it to be or not, it was willing to begin thrusting hard into her. After all, this was when it would profit the most for expending the energy. It was vicious efficiency. Playing her body like an instrument, living up to its name as it harvested her for orgasms. As it cruelly demanded a second orgasm in hardly any time at all, a second identical harvester creeped up silently from behind, attracted by the pheromones and the delicious orgasmic energy she was transmitting in 360 degrees.