; ; Our ship! Phosphor! Apollo! Where are my friends? We were a crew of ; three. I remembered scanning this planet for mineral content and life ; forms. The orgone meter indicated an unusually high level of life ; force, yet as we made three orbital passes we saw no sign of feral or ; civilized animal life, only the vegetation, and so we nicknamed this ; planet, Flora. Apollo had calculated one solar year for this planet to ; be the equivalent of 225 earth years. Atmospheric analysis revealed ; the oxygen content to be higher than Earth’s atmosphere. It also ; showed trace gases that could pose a risk of narcosis if exposure was ; longer than twelve hours. The respirators would extend our time ; outside of the ship if necessary.
; ; We had been in transit for two years so we were all anxious to get out ; and explore this little paradise. We chose to land at a spot on the ; planet that coincided with the vernal equinox. None of us wanted to ; use the respirators because they eliminated our sense of smell, but to ; allow a good margin of safety, we would limit our first outing to just ; one hour.
; ; As we emerged from the ship we were greeted by cool refreshing air ; that was perfumed with a strong scent reminiscent of cloves. Not far ; from the ship, we saw large daisy like flowers, each one three meters ; in diameter with short thick stems that supported them one meter above ; the ground. The flower petals were a deep pink color, the stems were ; pale translucent white, and the small leaves totally lacked ; chlorophyll. The flowers seemed to attract me to them. The beauty of ; the day brought an inner song that bubbled up into involuntary ; laughter. I noticed nectar lying in the base of each ; petal. Cautiously, I brought a drop to my tongue. The taste was like ; fresh pear juice with just a hint of bitterness at the end. I waited a ; few minutes to see if a burning sensation or off-flavor ; developed. There were no adverse reactions so I swallowed a mouthful ; and relished the fruitiness. A few moments later, a dizzying rush ran ; through my head, the daylight grew brighter and the colors around me ; seemed more vivid. Sweat broke out on my brow and suddenly I was much ; too hot. Desperate to cool down, I unzipped my jump suit and let it ; fall to the ground. A spinning sensation and sense of fatigue washed ; over me. I had to lie down, and to avoid the rocky ground, I crawled ; up onto the flower. The blissful anesthesia drew my eyes shut and a ; sense of harmony with this garden world filled me.
; ; I looked to the ship again and now noticed the reflection in the ; window. I could not comprehend what I saw. It appeared to be a large ; flower with a woman in the center. That flower must be behind me I ; thought, and as I attempted to turn my head I realized that I could ; not remember ever having moved my body. I struggled to turn my head ; slightly and as I did the woman in the reflection also moved. I raised ; a stiff arm and the reflection followed. I looked down and saw the ; pink petals radiating out from below my feet but my feet did not quite ; reach the surface of the flower. I forced my body forward and could ; not believe what I saw. I was the flower! Or should I say, I was ; impaled on a thick stem projecting from the center of the flower. My ; hands ran to my vagina. I felt the stiff, fleshy shaft where it ; entered my body. stretching my lips almost to the breaking point. I ; returned to the reflection for more answers. I was very pale and my ; once short-cropped blonde hair was now waist length. I actually ; appeared to be ten years younger than I remembered, my breasts were ; smaller and my waist was thin. I felt no fear, only curiosity and as ; my mind reached for comprehension, I slowly drifted back into a ; stupor.
; ; The rising sun brought me back to consciousness. The warmth increasing ; my energy but the desire and hunger had increased to the point of ; desperation. I then noticed the twelve anthers surrounding me. Each ; anther was head height and about as thick as my wrist. They were ; glistening and slightly bulbous on the end. A gentle breeze brought a ; musky scent to my nostrils. I reached for the nearest anther, which ; was sticky and also felt surprisingly muscular in my hand. My hunger ; coaxed me to venture a taste. I brought it to my mouth and touched it ; with the tip of my tongue. The salty flavor was satisfying and only ; increased my appetite. I licked the sticky fluid from the head of the ; anther and discovered a pencil-sized hole in the tip. I let my tongue ; playfully rim the opening and then stretching my mouth to the limit, I ; engulfed the phallic end and let it rest there. Under my hand where I ; was grasping the anther, I felt the first of a small rhythmic ; contraction. A new flavor came to my tongue, like a raw mushroom, but ; with just a hint of cloves. I began sucking trying to find more of the ; nectar. My thoughts faded and an instinctual desire commanded me to ; continue. Jets of the creamy fluid began to fill my mouth. I milked ; the anther with my hands to keep my newfound feast coming. The ; contractions increased, stronger and quicker, the liquid manna feed my ; insatiable desire for more. The pain in my pubis was replaced by a ; tingle like the beginning of an orgasm. Locked for an hour in this ; primal passion, I finally felt the anther lose turgor and the ; ejaculations subside as I licked the last drop from the hole. One by ; one, I embraced the pollination each anther offered.
; ; My eyes again returned to the reflection, I could see that my stomach ; was engorged. My breasts had become swollen and were leaking milk in ; white trails down the front of my body. My long legs were wrapped ; loosely around the shaft that impaled my vagina and held me up on ; display for the entire world to see. With one hand I reached for my ; clitoris and rubbed it lightly. My other hand ran up the front of my ; body across my erect nipples bringing my own milk to my lips. I ; clamped my legs around the shaft and rocked my hips, riding the head ; of the shaft. I trembled as the first wave of orgasm rose from my ; core, my cries of pleasure filled the evening air, and somewhere in ; the final shudders, I remembered my own name…Clytie. With the ; coming night, I again fell into a contented sleep.
; ; I awoke with the dawn, dew lightly clinging to me. The petals had ; fallen away and I hung suspended on the shaft with bloated stomach and ; legs hanging uselessly. The rising sun seemed to feed the fist-like ; shaft and I noticed it expanding. It felt as if a sphere had formed in ; my vagina, ensuring that I was locked tightly with it. The shaft began ; to contract lengthwise, pulling me downward toward the sphincter from ; which it emerged. Slowly and relentlessly, I was pulled into the ; fleshy, elastic opening. I held my legs tightly against the shaft and ; pointed my toes to streamline my entrance. Warm and moist, the fleshy ; walls wrapped my legs tightly as I was dragged by my womb into the ; vise-like orifice. I held my arms along my sides and placed my hands ; over my pubis. I was sweating profusely under the mid-day sun as my ; hips and distended stomach began to stretch the muscular ; sphincter. Relentlessly, the downward pull continued until the ; sphincter was torn to permit my passage. Blood- red sap flowed from ; the wound. Once my stomach had passed the tightest ring, I was pulled ; in quickly and the sphincter clamped tightly around my chest. I ; screamed in fear as the air was pushed from my lungs. A clear fluid ; now leaking from around the opening mixed with the bloody sap and ; pooled around my neck. The setting sun was my last vision as my head ; was pulled into the uterus. My lungs cried out for air as the ; sphincter closed tightly above my head. I had the desperation of a ; drowning woman and in my final act, I gave up the struggle and deeply ; inhaled the amniotic fluid that I was submerge in. Without a voice, I ; coughed and choked until the instinct to breathe was forgotten, and my ; body learned that the watery fluid now filling my lungs would support ; my respiration. I was deprived of sight, scent, and sound, only the ; subtle taste of cloves and the liquid warmth of the enveloping uterus ; remained. A feeling of deja vu swept over me. I had been born in ; reverse, and had now returned to the womb to carry the ; seed. Exhausted, unconsciousness came without notice.
; ; My reawakening came slowly. I existed as a solitary point of ; conscientiousness without any events as a time reference. The silence ; embraced me and I embraced the silence. My personal history had been ; forgotten. My awareness became focused as a large rootlet, without ; mercy, painfully snaked its way into the depths of my bowels seeking ; out the nutrients found there. A second rootlet forced its way into my ; urethra and lock itself into my bladder to absorb the nitrates that ; would be created. The walls of the uterus snugly grasped my waist and ; hips as the shaft in my vagina now began to stir. Slowly, the head of ; the shaft was almost withdrawn and then pistoned back into my ; vagina. Again and again, the shaft relentlessly ravaged my cunt. As ; the first ripple of orgasm ran through my body, I saw the faintest ; color of blue light before my eyes. The intensity of the rhythmic ; fisting seemed to melt the center of my body and I had only one ; thought, “Yes, Fuck Me!” My toes curled as a strong orgasmic ; contraction started in the soles of my feet. My cunt contracted ; tightly around the shaft and my entire body tensed as a massive orgasm ; quickly ran though me. I arched my back and pulled my lips wide, ; trying to take the swollen phallus to my core. Wave after wave of ; pleasure pulsed through me in cadence with the pounding of my ; cunt. The uterine walls supporting me began contracting in unison with ; my waves of pleasure. We writhed together in a circular orgasm. When ; perfect oscillation was achieved, I felt a rush of cold energy ; gathering above me, pouring through my head, down through my body into ; the shaft. The shaft became my pathway, my umbilical cord to the ; consciousness of the universe. My liquid chrysalis was now bathed in ; the glow of psychic blue light. As my consciousness expanded, I felt ; myself soaring through the universe, incorporeal. I floated on an ; orgasmic wave as the song of the universe filled my ears, love flowing ; though my body. Time had no beginning or end; I was everywhere; I ; understood all; and I now understood Her, my lover and my source of ; life energy.
; ; Her name is Orobanchaceae Eternalis. She was conceived with the ; beginning of the universe. She needed me, as I now needed her. Through ; my sentient mind, Her cosmic consciousness could manifest a ; reproductive energy stream into the present. I had been incorporated ; into her fabric to form a perfect sexual symbiotic union. She is the ; body that maintains my existence and I am her ovary, the germ of life, ; and the miracle in the heart of every seed. Now our seed was ripe.
; ; The feeling of motion from my head to my vagina slowed and then ; stopped. I felt a wave of nausea pass over me. For an eerie moment, I ; felt as if I was falling through the eye of a hurricane, surrounded by ; a high voltage field. The energy flow reversed and now the shaft ; shuddered and heated my core as the pending storm brewed. I felt the ; static electricity quickly saturate every cell of my being. My body ; was frozen, catatonic, as the center of my mind was electrified. The ; orgasmic lightening bolt blasted upward through the core of my being, ; streaming white-hot from my forehead. Eternalis’s mycelium-like ; body strained in a birth contraction as most of her body mass ; converted to pure orgone energy. I screamed without sound as my own ; body shrank, giving up mass, our genomes blending into one stream of ; pure orgasmic life force.
; ; Simultaneously, on a distant primordial planet in the midst of a ; thunderstorm, a white-hot lightening strike pierced the clouds and ; dissipated its energy into the soil. For a split-second, a ball of ; plasma hovered over the burnt soil. In that timeless moment of nuclear ; heat, a magnetic hand molded a void in the fabric of space and the ; liquid electricity of the plasma condensed into the void. The heat ; instantly dissipated as the space / matter equilibrium ; reestablished. An oval-shaped seed was lying on the ground, ; Orobanchaceae Humanus. Their precious offspring had been conceived, a ; new hybrid, ready to colonize this young planet. The thunderclap ; reverberated loudly and celebrated the arrival of this new species.
; ; The brilliant blue glow of Clytie’s world faded quickly to a black, ; cold, quiet, sarcophagus. Spent and exhausted to the core, she fell ; into a coma-like dormancy.
; ; As Clytie hibernated within Eternalis through the long winter nights, ; the uterine wall grew thin as her body fed upon the last remaining ; nutrients in the amniotic fluid. The rootlet in her anus and urethra ; withered, as they too were consumed. The uterine wall now slowly ; segmented itself and the shaft, in time with an ancient cycle, began ; to push upward. In the darkest hours just before dawn, a flower ; emerged, pink petals folded gently around the pistol waiting for the ; morning sun.
; ; My eyes protested as they opened to the brightness of an early spring ; morning. Recognition of my surroundings came slowly. It was as if I ; had been asleep for a long time, and now, I was reaching for the ; remnants of a dream-half remembered. I felt a gnawing hunger and a ; painful desire that seemed to emanate from just above my pubis. As I ; gazed out from my elevated position, I saw a spacecraft fully engulfed ; in lush vegetation. The eternal cycle had come full circle and a new ; season had begun. ; ;