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Jerry looked down and took a deep breath. As he watched his broad, bare chest expand, he tensed his pectoral muscles and sucked his belly into a hard, concave six-pack that drew his gaze on down to the curly black hair that ringed the base of his genitals. His cock, long and thick, stiffened as he watched.
The naked Space Ranger raised his head and glanced around the glade, a splash of light circled by trees and shadows. To Jerry's left, another naked Space Ranger -- Rob -- was breathing hard, powerful legs slightly bent, hips pumping slowly, thrusting at the pencil-thick bundle of tendrils that had impaled his glans and burrowed deep into his rigid cock.
Jerry's gaze followed Rob's tendrils to the bright green stalk from which they had sprouted, down to the base of that stalk, and from there along a ground-hugging vine to a clump of thick leaves about a meter across and two meters high. A second vine from that clump of leaves was anchoring itself to the ground in front of Jerry. As he watched, a vertical stalk sprouted from the vine's end.
"It fucking looks like you're next," growled Rob.
"Yeah?" said Jerry. "We got plenty to feed it with, that's for sure. How are you doing, anyway?"
"Fucking great -- now," panted the solidly built youth. "I'm -- pumping -- a fucking -- blast!" He squirmed wordlessly for a second, then relaxed, catching his breath. "But watching the fucker take me, feeling it dig in..."
"Yeah?" Jerry looked down again. The stalk sprouting at his feet, now crotch-high, forked into a pair of tendrils; each of them forked again, and all four reached for his waiting hard-on. One brushed the tip, another curled around his shaft. He took a deep breath and watched the tendrils explore his glans, felt them probe the velvety skin. One found the opening and thrust itself in; two more, and then the fourth followed the first tendril. Inside, he felt those tendrils stretch his cock-tube tight as they slid down his shaft and into his body.
Jerry glanced to his left; Rob was breathing hard again, his muscles tightening into sharp relief. "Already?" Jerry asked.
Rob nodded. "Fucker's hungry -- and I'm -- hot t' feed it -- another -- fucking -- load!" The muscular youth slowly pumped his hips. "How ya doing?"
Jerry frowned down at his own shaft. "Going in felt like getting spitted on a red-hot spike. Now -- it's like -- like it's taking root, down in the base of my prong -- still burns, yeah -- but it's starting to feel good, somehow. Like -- yeah, like getting ready to shoot a load with my cock rubbed raw: hurts like Hades, but feels so good I just can't stop."
"Can't stop what?" came a new voice. Jerry turned as Mikey -- short and sturdy, snub-nosed and freckled -- ambled into the glade, shucked the last of his clothing, and stopped just to the left of Rob, facing the central clump of leaves. "Hey, that looks like fun."
"Yeah?" said Jerry. "Wanta try it?"
"Why not? Where do I plug myself in?" asked Mikey, stroking his stiffening prong.
Rob put his left arm around Mikey's shoulders and said, "Just watch and wait, kid -- the fucker'll go t' work on your spike quick enough. The fucking thing's--"
"Is that it?" the sturdy youth asked. "That vine there, growin' toward me?" He watched for a moment, then asked, "You guys already...?"
"Shooting?" asked Jerry. "Yeah, Rob has; and I'm gonna pump a load real soon. Coming to a boil inside, deep inside, where the thing's digging in, turning me on..." He stared down at his throbbing shaft, impaled on hungry tendrils, and felt his organs erupt, ejaculating into the thirsty plant. "Wow! That was a good one," he gasped, as his muscles relaxed.
Jerry heard a deep voice ask, "Can I watch too?" Jerry turned to his right and saw big, blond Lieutenant Ericksson, now as naked as the other three Space Rangers.
"Uh -- yeah; sure, sir." Jerry felt a strong hand grip his right shoulder. "You moved so quietly..."
The big blond chuckled. "With the ground as soft as it is -- and you were pretty busy just then -- anyway, I came to see what you kids are getting into -- or what's getting into you, this time around. How you making out, so far?"
Jerry said, "Hurts like Hades, going in; but once it's taken root..." Jerry studied Ericksson's muscle-sheathed torso for a moment, then looked down at Ericksson's shaft, half-erect and stiffening fast. "Uh ... anyway, Rob says that when you do start feeding it -- it's kind of fun." Jerry glanced at the plant, then back up to the big blond's face. "Uh -- sir -- that vine's coming after you now, and once it plugs itself into your..."
"I see it." Ericksson tightened his hand on Jerry's shoulder. "Young Mikey, now..."
Jerry looked to his left. Mikey's long, thick shaft was fully erect. As the three naked men watched, Mikey's green stalk split into four -- no -- five tendrils that arched toward him, found his glans, and stabbed into his rigid cock.
Mikey looked up and said, "Wow! That is a tight fit; any tighter 'n' the thing'll split my cock wide open."
"Yeah," Jerry said. "Rest of us, we just got four of those things apiece, but there's five in your cock, so you must really be ..."
Mikey frowned. "Maybe so, but it oughta be extra fun feedin' it when it does take root."
Ericksson said, "But look how much you're risking -- if your spike does burst, then..."
"Sir," said Mikey, "you shoulda said somethin' sooner: it's kinda late t' be warnin' me about that."
"Yeah," said Jerry. He looked down at his own impaled organs, feeling the tendrils worm still deeper into the base of his shaft. After a moment, he glanced at Ericksson's sexual equipment. "Uh -- sir -- are you sure you want to let that thing dive into your prong? Unless you do something real quick..."
The big blond looked down. "After watching you kids feed the thing -- be fascinating to feel my own -- impalement." His hand tightened on Jerry's shoulder as four tendrils reached toward Ericksson's outthrust shaft.
"Kinda gets to ya, sir," said Rob, "watching the fucker slide into your rod -- feeling it poke the fuck around inside -- taking root, and -- Fuck! I'm ready t' shoot another load."
"Yeah? Watching it take your prong gets me hot too," said Jerry. "Sir -- you can still ˙2D˙2D uh--"
"No, I -- I'm going to let it take me," said the blond Lieutenant, and met the voracious plant with a careful thrust. He squeezed Jerry's shoulder harder as the tendrils found his glans, then slowly relaxed his grip as they slid into his shaft. "Not as bad as it looks," Ericksson said. "Kind of -- interesting."
"Yeah," said Jerry. "And once it's taken root, inside˙2D˙2D"
"Wow!" Mikey finished. "I'm just about t' let go with my first load, and it's gonna be -- wow!"
Jerry felt his own organs erupt again as he watched the freckled youth reach a muscle-straining climax. Seconds later, Rob went rigid and ejaculated again.
"Wow' is right," said Mikey; "I can already feel it goin' after more. Hey, this thing'll let go eventually, won't it?"
"Sure," said Rob. "After a couple hours of steady shooting, it'll--"
"That much?" asked Mikey. "Wow! No wonder you guys--"
"Yeah!" said Jerry. "And watching's kinda fun, too."
"Yes -- that's -- true," gasped the blond Lieutenant, suddenly in the throes of orgasm; and as Ericksson's hand tightened on Jerry's shoulder again, Jerry ejaculated too, pumping jet after jet of ball-juice into the hungry tendrils. "I -- I wanted to watch it take me, and -- ah! That was a good one."
Jerry said, "I think it's getting to like how we taste -- or something."
"However," the naked Lieutenant said, looking up from his own tendril-impaled shaft, "feeding this plant's not all that safe. Some recent reports -- what Rob said usually happens, and afterwards it just -- lets go; but if the plant is ready to -- well, it's like bees and flowers."
"Bees?" asked Jerry.
Mikey said, "Sir, if the thing saves th' stuff we're pumpin', and with no women on planet, it's gonna have a..."
"No, no;" explained the naked blond, "we're the bees, not the flowers. When this plant goes into heat -- gets ready to reproduce -- it puts pollen into everything and everybody it catches."
"Into us? That's awful," yelped Mikey, scowling down at his thick shaft.
"The botanists still don't know if the plant is telepathic, or uses air-borne pherenomes, or what; but with all four of us like this: naked, erected, and eagerly watching it take us ... so if we do start fertilizing..."
"Fertilizing...?" asked Rob. "You mean -- each other?"
Ericksson shrugged his shoulders. "Right now, no one knows -- we may get some new data for them."
"Yeah?" Jerry licked his lips and glanced sidelong at the powerfully muscled Lieutenant; he felt pressure building down in the base of his own shaft again. "That could be kinda ..."
"Fucker's doing something different, down inside the base of my spike," growled Rob. "It's like the fucker's quit going after my cream."
"You haven't gone dry already, have ya?" asked Mikey. "You still look good 'n' hard."
"Fuck no; I feel hornier than when I started. How 'bout you, kid?"
"Thing's sure doing something inside me," said Mikey, looking worriedly at his sturdy prong, "and whatever it is, it's more'n just getting me ready t' shoot again." He raised his head. "Sir, are you sure ...?"
"Everybody's still guessing about that." Ericksson took a deep breath.
"Yeah?" Jerry's own genitals erupted again; but this time, after the tendrils drank his semen, they seemed to be doing something new, deep in the roots of his prong. Jerry glanced at Ericksson. "Sir -- are you -- is yours -- ?"
Lieutenant Ericksson nodded. "Feels as if it's putting something inside. You?"
"Yeah." The tendrils in Jerry's prong slowly went limp; after a moment, he carefully pulled them from his still-rigid shaft.
When Jerry looked up, he saw that Rob and Mikey were also free; a moment later, Ericksson was too; the plant had released all four naked, hard-cocked men.
"Now what?" asked Mikey.
"Something different," the big blond said, "that's for sure. Usually, when it lets you go, you really know you've been drained, even though your'll stay hard for a couple of days afterward. But this time..." He touched his own iron-hard shaft. "...and I'm still -- you know -- charged up, inside. Anyway -- let's head for base camp. If we need to unload on the way back..."
"Sir, that could be -- interesting," said Jerry, taking a careful look at the other three muscular, hard-cocked Space Rangers.
Rob asked, "Clothes?"
The Lieutenant patted his own broad chest. "Maybe -- maybe our boots and our caps, when we see where we dropped them. But otherwise--"
Jerry licked his lips. "Especially if we need to unload."
Mikey donned his cap, dropped to the ground, and pulled on his boots. He stood up, looked down at his sturdy body, and said, "I kinda feel nakeder, wearin' just this."
"Kid," said Rob, "you look nakeder too."
With the blond Lieutenant in the lead, the Space Rangers strode towards camp, pausing now and again to retrieve their boots and uniform caps. But only about half-way back, Mikey suddenly stopped, sat down on the soft ground, and pulled off his boots again.
"What the fuck gives, kid?" Rob asked. He stood for a moment, looking down at Mikey, then sat down beside the sturdy Space Ranger.
"Damned if I know," said Mikey, but -- I dunno -- I all of a sudden needed to take 'em off."
"Yeah? So the fuck do I." Rob sat down beside Mikey and started to pull off his boots too.
As Jerry watched, he felt something stirring down in the base of his own rigid prong, like... "I don't think we're stil gonna be guessing much longer," he said, as he sank to his knees.
"Yesss." Lieutenant Ericksson dropped to the ground, facing the other three Space Patrolmen. In a moment, he and Jerry pulled off their boots and tossed them aside.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," said Jerry. Whatever it was felt like-- "Like it's taking root again, inside me," Jerry gasped.
"Me too," growled Mikey. "All four of us, looks like." He leaned back. "Here I go!"
Jerry saw a green stalk emerge from Mikey's sturdy shaft, sprouting leaves as it grew upwards. He heard Rob gasp, turned, and saw another stalk rise from Rob's rigid shaft.
Rob growled, "It feels the fuck like I'm shooting my load, but what's coming out -- Lieutenant, I think that vine-thing planted seeds in us, and now they're sprouting through our cocks."
"You're feeling more than that, aren't you?" asked Jerry. "My seed -- whatever it is -- now I'm sure it's taking root, digging in deeper into me, like it's starting to -- to--"
"Feed on you?" asked the blond Lieutenant. He started pumping his shaft.
"--starting to eat me alive, from the inside," said Jerry. "And here it comes!" Inside, he felt himself shoot, shoot again, only what erupted from his prong was a green stalk rather than semen.
"Eating us alive," said the Lieutenant, as a stalk slid out of his own shaft. "Only, getting eaten alive like this is lots more fun than--"
"Yessir," Jerry said. "So far, on this expedition, we've lost..."
"...six guys that I can think of offhand," said Mikey. "One guy was bein' eaten alive by that swarm of land-crab things, and then two more guys got too close, tapin' what was happ'nin' to the first guy--"
Said Rob, "They did get some nice close-ups while the crabs ate all three of them."
"And there was Monty, who found a critter with a sort of tentacle on its head. It started t' poke 'round his crotch, so he pulled off his clothes t' see what'd happen--"
"Yeah," said Jerry. "I was there. What did happen was that the critter did such a good job, sucking Monty off, that he let it eat his shaft and both his balls, and even let it bore in and gut him." He looked down at his own shaft; the vine was still growing, still thickening, while inside...
"Mine's growin' up int' my guts now," said Mikey. "Damn thing's hungry."
"Well," said The Lieutenant, "You've got plenty of meat for it to feed on -- we all do."
"Right now," Rob said, "the fucker that's eating me just started going after my balls -- from the inside."
"Me too," panted Mikey, "and it's like -- like -- you've find out soon enough. If I'd a known gettin' eaten like this was this much fun ... well, maybe not. I feel like my cock's ready to split open, and I can feel what it's doin' t' my balls right up t' here."
Jerry saw the sturdy young Space Ranger pat his lean stomach. A moment later, Jerry felt rootlets reach his own testicles and bore in. He glanced at the blond Lieutenant.
"Yes -- me too, if that's what you're thinking." Ericksson took a deep breath, let it out in a long sigh. "As for our other two casualties--"
"Walt got hisself stung by one of those giant scorpion- things," said Mikey "And then while he was layin' there, not bein' able t' move his arms 'n' legs, th' thing's young'uns ate him alive while he watched. Walt's buddy Tim taped th' whole thing, but he got awful upset over th' scene. Said if'n he was goin' t' be eaten, he'd rather be eaten by his mates; that's why he volunteered t' be roasted ten days ago."
"There was more to it than that, wasn't there?" asked Rob.
Jerry saw Mikey blush. "Well -- yeah, there was. Walt's buddy Tim got me aside and tole me, if'n I'd let him fuck me, he'd volunteer, 'stead of havin' a lottery to pick who'd get roasted and eaten at th' team's mid-tour feast, like we usually do. So -- we did; 'n' afterwards, he did, 'n' he tasted great, didn't he?"
"How was he?" asked Jerry, stroking his own shaft. Inside, he felt a mix of orgiastic pleasure and gnawing pain as the seedling's roots bored ever deeper into on his flesh.
"Didn't you eat any -- oh, you mean -- fuckin'." Mikey squirmed his sturdy body and glanced down at the leafy stalk growing from his shaft. "Tim was awful good at it. Eager and shy, all at once, if ya know what I mean. Tight fit, but -- he let me fuck him after th' first round, and after that, we kept at it till we both ran dry. Then he reported to th' camp kitchen and I took a nap. Needed one, too."
Rob said, "I'm going to need one too, pretty fucking soon. Getting eaten alive, and at least feeling like I'm shooting my load, on and on and on -- it's really taking it the fuck out of me."
Jerry blinked, suddenly feeling sleepy himself. "I s'pose we oughta have spread out so the plant-things that took root in us will have a better chance to attract prey."
"Fuck the plant-things," Rob growled. "It's the fucking thing's own fault for being so greedy -- taking all four of us at once, and then -- Hey! He started to rise, then settled back down. Fucker's already sending roots down into the ground."
"So we're stuck here?" asked Mikey.
"We're stuck here," said Jerry, suddenly aware that his own seedling had rooted him to the ground. "Not that I'm in any shape to go wandering into camp like this, but still..." He felt roots boring ever deeper into his guts, eating him alive as they spread; felt smaller roots feeding on his balls, while all the while he felt the plant sprouting from his rock-hard prong. "I always did wonder why Tim volunteered. I wondered why Jan-Michael volunteered the time before that -- Mikey, you didn't have anything to do with that, did you?"
"I don't think so, but . . ." and the freckled Space Ranger started detailing another episode in his active sex life while Jerry divided his attention between Mikey's story and the plant that was slowly eating him alive.