To Spread the Seed
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				Title: <strong>To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackSwan317</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 15:19:46</strong>
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				It had been a very long day for Amber at the point that she sat down on a large rock at the edge of the river to soak her tired feet. When she joined S.M.A.K.tW (Scientific Minds Against Killing the Wild), she new they planned on being proactive in their protests, but she never expected to trapse 20 miles from the nearest town that vaguely counted as civilization just to march back and forth in front of some bull dozers to stop them from knocking down some ancient, sacred tree grove. <br><br>The natives people that worshipped this grove had "mysteriously" died of a bactiria in the water, right down to the last man woman and child, over a year ago. With the native tribe no longer in the way, a major oil company from the north had made plans to bulldoze their sacred grove. The grove was rumored to have healing powers, but what had interested amber enough to make her join the cause and come down here had been the promise of several new varieties of plants never before cataloged that allegedly grew only within this particular grove.<br><br>As a grad student in her final year of study for her masters degree in botany, the chance to tag along to the grove sounded like the oppertunity for the thesis of the century. Now that she was here, she was to tired from marching and waving protest signs to even attempt to go searching for any of them, at least, she was at first.<br><br>She'd been sitting with her feet in the cool water (which she had since been asured was safe to swin and bath in as the bactiria was no longer present) for a few moments, fanning herself with herball cap when she spotted an odd pale green vine, with a deep orange, white and yellow blotches mottled over it's surface. Curiously, Amber stood and waded across the river, which wasn't even deep enough to dampen the rolled up denim short shorts at the top of her long, thin legs. Even if she were to slip and fall in, Amber doubted very much that she'd care. It was easily 105, and the humidity was so bad that her flimsy SMAKtW t-shirt clung to her skin, the black sprts bra clearly showing through it's damp yellow material.<br><br>Amber climbed up out of the water and studied the single, thick vine, which ran all the way down and into the water. It was easily as thick as her arm, and seemed to run off into the jungle without any origin plant nearbye it. As she was climbing the bank, she slipped and lost her footing. Without thinking, she extended her hand and grabbed the vine to steady herself. It's velvety texture shocked her, as did how resilliant it was for how soft and maliable it seemed to be. When she reached the top, an intoxicatingly exotic and flowery smell wafted up from a deep revene sinking down in the other side of the bank, which appeared to be where the vine was coming from. <br><br>The steep incline down ended in a sudden drop down a cliff face. If she wanted to continue further, she'd need climbing gear. Excitment to find the origin of the vine had washed away the exhaustion, so, with renewed determination, Amber marched back to the camp to retrieve her climbing stuff. One of the other girls who'd been on her flight down from Tampa was still in the camp, while the rest had presumably headed back to continue their protest.<br><br>"Hey!" Amber called to the girl as she pulled her long auburn hair up into a high pony tail, and pulled her pack with her hiking supplies on over her thing frame, and cuckled the front straps together just below her perky 28b bra. She'd always been a thin framed girl, despite her rather tall height of 5'8". "I found this really intriguing specimine heading down into the ravine on the other side of the river. I'm gonna go check it out. You wanna come?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 21:47:08</strong>
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				Cassandra sat there, in the middle of the godforsaken jungle, poring over the notes she had made thus far on the trip. Being an investigative journalist, she had to make sure to take complete enough notes that shed be able to piece together her memories from the trip, but also had to keep up appearances with her undercover role, as she wasnt really a member of the group per se, but managed to bribe some lab rat to give her their credentials so she could make the trip with the group under the guise of scientific research.<br><br>With her thick horned rimmed glasses and carefully chosen instruments in tow, noone had challenged her yet, tho shed not had time tk use the sat phone she had brought along to call her editor yet. Oh well, even Eco geeks would have to sleep sometime, and shed sneak off and call him then. <br><br>She didn't really want to speak with him anyway, this assignment had been a lame duck so far as far as news went. Tho this group was suspected of Eco terrorism, shed seen no sign of it so far at all. In fact, they were the most peaceful such protests she had seen for some time.<br><br>The only reason she hadn't chartered a flight back to the states yet was the dead villagers, which some in the group suspected had been intentionally given a disease through their water supply. But even proving that seemed impossible. When the girl that shed kept an eye on since the flight called out to her, announcing a posible discovery of a new plant species...she tried to keep her excitment to herself as she hopped up, waving. <br><br>'Of course, ill be right there!' She called out as she took a moment to stand, wipe her long black hair from her damp neck and gather back up her belongings. This, this could actually give her something to hand her editor! Wonderful!
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 07:29:45</strong>
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				(It's really hard to find any pictures to display a rapey plant monster, so here's something (http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=1362486))<br><br>The rainforest that stretched the majority of the Yucatan Peninsula in present-day Mexico was the site of the SMAKtW protest, and the particular spot they had chosen to protest was quite remote, even in terms of a rainforest. The local peoples who had once lived here, very aboriginal and tribal in nature, spoke of a grove of sacred trees, which the Mexicans called El Agujero Oculto. El Agujero Oculto was worshiped by the native tribesmen, but even then, they were instructed to never walk among those trees and plants, because "The gods lived there". With the local tribals dead, there was nobody left to warn the protesters about El Agujero Oculto, which was unequivocally taboo to the tribe. The tales went that the men who wandered there never returned, and most of the women, though some of them would later return, maddened to speechlessness and swollen with child. That was where the legend ended; Nobody knew what happened to these women, and that absence of knowing made the tale that much more farfetched to the more civilized folk who had heard about it. And these two women who had stumbled upon the uniquely colored vine were completely unaware of what they were getting themselves into.<br><br>The colorful, speckled vine that Amber had come across was one of many tentacles that had spread outwards to seek groundwater to feed the plants there. Not only was it a conduit to absorb water, but it was also highly sensitive. As soon as Amber had grabbed onto it to catch her balance, the flora knew that humans once again disturbed El Agujero Oculto, something that so rarely happened nowadays. The plants, which predated humanity, waited for the intruders to visit, as they had done every time they saw the exotically colored vine. They had always waited, and they would continue to do so now.<br><br>Whenever Amber and Cassandra reached the bottom of the rocky ravine, they would find themselves once more on level ground, surrounded by many of the same trees they had seen on top the ravine, but also some unique ones that they had never seen before. There were hundreds of them at the bottom of the ravine. Some of them were short and squat, with unopened pods, some were tall, like trees, with strange, upwardly curved branches all along the bark, the branches an inch or so in diameter but only a foot or two long in length, rounded off at the edge, strangely... Phallic. There were many more mid-sized plants, bright and flowering in exotic greens and blues, but their main highlight was the mass of tangled vines that protruded in every imaginable direction. They were the same strong, velvety vines that Amber had come across, and there must have been thousands of those vines strewn in every direction, coming from hundreds of the same plant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackSwan317</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 09:48:57</strong>
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				"Oh awesome! I was hoping wouldn't have to climb down there on my own. Knowing my luck I'd break my leg and get stuck down there forever or something." Amber laughed and motioned the other girl to follow her. "We gotta cross the river up here, but it's really calm water and only a little more than knee high at it's deepest."<br><br>When they approached the river, she stopped and picked up her hiking boots and socks, which she'd accidentally left behind in her excitement, and carried them across the water. She sat down on the far side right beside the plant and pulled them back on.<br><br>"This is that vine I mentioned. Look at all the colors on it! I've never seen anything like it." she nodded her head in it's direction as she re-laced her boots, then stood up, not caring how muddy she'd gotten on the bank. "It goes up over this band and down a rock face into a canyon of some sort, but it shouldn't be to hard to rappel down it. Then we can just follow the vine from there, see where it takes us."<br><br>She lead the way, using the soft vine to steady herself as she climbed up the muddy bank. A large, ancient looking tree made for a perfect anchor for the line she'd brought along, and it wasn't long before she had slipped into the straps of the climbing harness and snapped the hook onto the rappelling anchor. The rock face was only around 3 stories high, so it took her less than 10 minutes to make it to the bottom, as she'd been climbing and spelunking since high school.<br><br>"Ok! Lines free. I'll wait down here for you." She called up to Cassandra as she slipped out of the harness. As she tucked it back into her pack, she began digging for her waterproof digital camera. If she found the source of these vines, she'd definitely need pictures. "Hey I'm gonna get some pics of some of the stuff down here. There are some orchid's growing in the corner that I've only even seen in books! This place is like a dream! Yell for me if you run into any trouble with the line on your way down."<br><br>Amber proceeded to wander about the bottom of the small ravine, snapping pictures of flowers and leaves, exposed root systems and the way some of the rocks seemed to have been eroded by the plants in a very peculiar way. She began to notice something strange though. Down here in the bottom, she didn't see a single insect or bird. Nothing stirred the plant life down here accept herself and her climbing partner. She was contemplating the reason for this when she noticed a few more vines running up the rock face in other places. All of them seemed to continue further down the canyon in the same direction. In the distance she thought she saw massive blotches of bright colors midst the trees, and, what could possibly either a tree wrapped completely int he vines, or a tree made of the same stalk as the vine. The girl nearly shivered in excitement at the possibilities of what could lie ahead in that grove.<br><br>"Hey hurry up would ya?" she said playfully as she studied the plants. "I think I see something up ahead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 08:04:49</strong>
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				"Well, i'm sure you'll do better on the way down than I will!" Cassandra offered the other woman one of her million dollar smiles, as her father used to call them when she was younger. She had shoved her notes away as quickly as possible, without looking suspicious -- immediately regretting it. The sound of her notes being smashed up within her bag brought on a cringe that she could barely hide. She did though, mainly because the other woman seemed positively transfixed by the ravine below. Which, as Cassandra would find out in a few minutes, she should be. <br><br>"Yeah, i've never seen anything like it!" She exclaimed, for once on this trip, being completely honest with one of her fellow travelers. "Yeah, if it's really unique, maybe we'll have something to tell the world, stop those dozers for good!" Maybe she was laying it on a little thick, but it was true enough. Far too many places in the United States alone had been protected by some rare species of frog or weed for her tastes, but people that belonged to organizations like SMAKtW ate that sort of shit up. If nothing else, it would certainly keep the other woman highly motivated to look on their own, so she could make as much use of whatever they found as she could before it impacted their presence here...<br><br>She watched the other woman rappel down the sheer face, biting her lip the entire time in angst. If something happened on her way down...there wasn't much Cassandra could do...So, she just hoped that nothing did happen. Of course, the other woman made it down like a pro, sure handed and nimble as a spider monkey. Of course, it helped that the other woman had a modicum of grace and was rather thin to boot. Cassandra tried to push those jealous thoughts aside...it wasn't the other woman's fault how she was born, or how Cassandra wasn't. <br><br>When it became her turn, her heart immediately fluttered a bit. Her stomach may have done flip flops while she watched the other woman on her way down, but it seemed to jump up into her throat and then fall cleanly from her - or at least that's how it felt once it became obvious that it was her turn next, and that she could quit worrying about her better for the time being. <br><br>As she went about fixing herself up to the harness, she lost track of what the other woman was saying for the most part. From all the way down there, it was hard to hear her as it was. When she turned around and wasn't looking at her any more, she couldn't hear any details, only that the other woman was actually talking. She made her way down quickly, but in a jarring fashion. She swung about too much, and a couple of times she lost a modicum of the control she had on the way down, sliding down a bit more than she should've, and landing harder than she had wanted to. Amazingly enough, she ended up at the bottom of the ravine unscathed...though she was pretty sure she came dangerously close to peeing herself several times on the way down. <br><br>By the time she had struggled down though, the other woman was walking about - snapping pictures already. "What is it you see?" Cassandra asked in genuine curiosity. "You're right, this is the most unique ecosystem i've ever seen." Wow, she definitely pulled that one out of her ass. Though, that was true enough. "Be careful though, don't get too close to any of the plants. If we've never seen it before, it could certainly be poisonous!" She caught up to the other girl, and placed her hand gently on the other woman's arm, as if to hold her back - but without any of the intent or physicality behind actually doing so. "How do you think we should proceed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackSwan317</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 09:21:27</strong>
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				It took Amber a few minutes of digging around in the outer pockets of the over stuffed pack, during which time she likely appeared to be ignoring the other woman. After a while she pulled a pair of green, disposable gloves out, then handed them to the other woman.<br><br>"Here, these are chemically resistant. Should keep your hands. Safe at least. I've had poison ivy and oak and everything you can possibly catch from poisonous plants so many times that they don't even really bug me anymore, so you take the gloves." She smiled enthusiatically at her companion. "There's something up ahead that looks like some massive flower blooms. Let's at least go check them out so I can get some pictures to take back, prove to the others that we need to be down here."<br><br>She really wasn't so much looking for the other girl to agree as she was telling her what she was doing, with or without her. This was to rare an oppertunity to miss. Quickly she began to move on through the ravine, taking great care not to disturb any of it's rare plant life. She was practically jogging along, untill suddenly, a stunning sigh made her freeze dead in her tracks.<br><br>"Hey... Cassandra... come take a look at this..." she stood smiling, nearly breathless as she stared out into a large grove of plants that were clearly the source of the odd vine she'd been chasing.
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 10:08:39</strong>
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				Cassandra waited patiently while the other woman dug around in her pack. She snapped the gloves the other woman handed her without objection, she knew the other woman knew more than she did - sooo...she accepted that much knowledge, still not wanting to stand out. But when the other woman began charging headlong into the valley, she knew that she hadn't understood a word of what she said. She thought Cass wanted to wuss out. Not go forward because of danger...Predictable. <br><br>She was right behind the other woman, practically tripping her way along...a couple of times falling nearly to the ground, only stopping her fall&nbsp; by grabbing ahold of one of the vines several times. It was amazingly strong, a fact which would have normally been immediately noted within her iron cage of a mind. But, as distracted as she was, she didn't notice it's lack of movement under her weight. Instead, she scrambled after her 'colleague' haphazardly, without regard for much else. <br><br>When the other girl stopped so quickly, she barely didn't tumble out of the way and keep her feet right beside her. Instead, she ended up a couple of feet in front her, looking back awkwardly. She knew what the other girl didn't which was that she had no idea what the other girl was seeing. She cast a glance forward in a halfhearted attempt at maintaining her guise as a scientist before leaning forward to place her hands on her thighs, trying to get her rather ample 34c chest to quit heaving so quickly. "Uh..." A few more heaves. "...uh, no. I don't see what you see." A bit fewer heaves..."What is it?" Her look was a bit confused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 06:05:12</strong>
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				The plants were alive, but they showed little outward motion or awareness to the two female intruders in the grove. Female, the plants knew, because they could smell their pheramones in the air, hormonal scents that not even a human nose could detect, or at least not realize. The women were not even in heat, yet, but the pollen floating through the air would slowly begin to change that. Long ago, before it was taboo, La Agujero Oculto was popular by tribal women who were young and curious about their sexuality. They knew that they would become aroused by lingering in the grove for too long, though they didn't know why. They assumed it was blessed by the gods, which was part of the legend behind La Agujero Oculto, but it was nature, not an otherworldly being, manipulating those women's bodies.<br><br>That same process was occurring in Cassandra and Amber, though it was covert and very slow acting.<br><br>The tentacle vines on the ground slowly writhed as the women stepped over them, and a few of them reached up to slither against the women's ankles. They were very slow, and not threatening, and could perhaps be conceived as a reaction to their stepping feet, but the tentacles were very much moving on their own volition.<br><br>They waited to act, waiting for the women to get closer to the heart of the grove.
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				Post by: <strong>BlackSwan317</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 10:29:35</strong>
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				"These giant blossoms! Seriously these are incredible!" Amber walked back and excitedly looped her arm through her co-explorers. "Come on! Let's go further in. The ones in the middle are bigger than we are. I wanna get a picture of you standing beside one just so we can have it for comparison. Or hell, I'll stand by it and you can take the picture if you'd prefer. I'm not afraid to wrap my arms around it to prove it's not photoshoped or something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 05:49:57</strong>
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				Cassandra, not knowing quite how amazing this find was like her counterpart, wasn't quite as drawn in by that as she was. She saw the vines moving&nbsp; around all around them, and was slightly alarmed by it. But, she figured it must be okay if the other woman wasn't alarmed by it. It didn't even seem to cross her mind that the other woman could have missed such an obvious detail as that. So, wiping aside her concern, Cassandra allowed the other woman to lead her forward a bit, before deciding she should perhaps take the initiative - get the two of them out of here. <br><br>If she agreed to take a photograph for proof, she'd probably be able to convince the other woman to head back and get others...bring them back here, and convince them to use this plant to stop the destruction of this river valley. She'd be able to get out of this hell hole if she managed that, just maybe. Reaching out, she put her hand on the other woman, pushing her away a bit to get free so she could go pose for this photograph. <br><br>"Alright, ill go pose for a photo!" She did her best to appear excited, even offered that smile others seemed to so enjoy. Sprinting forward, she found one of the giant blossoms ahead, and hugged it, in that fake enthusiasm. "So I should hug it like this?" It killed Cassandra to act like an airhead, but...sometimes it's what's necessary...at least she told herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Spread the Seed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 00:42:02</strong>
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				When Cassandra leaned up against one of the trees that sprouted the many strong vines, the plants began their attack. They wrapped around her ankles and swept her feet right out from underneath her, allowing her to lay on the ground for just a moment before she was hiked up into the air by the strong appendages. Dozens more vines swept in around her, practically encompassing her whole body. They were more familiar with the simple cloths that the tribals that once lived near La Agujero Oculto wore, and were stymied, albeit momentarily, by the tight tanktop that Cassandra wore, and the bra underneath that. Unaware of the discomfort it may have caused her, the vines began to rip at the cloth, until all of her clothes were shredded and lying on the ground.<br><br>Amber was not immediately attacked, but as she backpedaled in terror, several vines came up to trip her. As she landed on her back, more vines wrapped around her ankles, waist and wrists, and began to drag her away from her companion, bringing her closer to one of the squat plant pods, which was beginning to bloom. The communicator trees, which were constantly releasing pollen into the air and controlled all of the vines of the grove, had communicated to the other plants that it was time, that they had acquired hosts for their seeds. The blossom of the pod featured one, thick phallus-like pistil, and several multi-colored petals that would be breathtaking if the pistil was not so menacing. It throbbed, nearly a foot long, ready to penetrate its host. as Amber was dragged towards the plant, her own clothes were shredded as well, the mighty tug of the powerful vines bruising her skin as her clothes were torn from her. With her head directly below the plant, the pistil began to probe her face, until it found the opening of her lips, and it tried to invade that hole.<br><br>Hanging upside down, Cassandra felt the blood rushing to her head, but then something else too, something she could not see from her disadvantaged angle. Tentacles were probing at her sex, as well as her anus, and they were smearing a thick, pungent lubricant around the entrance of those holes, preparing her to be penetrated. Besides the cries of the two beleaguered women, there were no other sounds that penetrated La Agujero Oculto at all. No insects, birds or other animals dared to try the grove when it was alive as it was now.
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