Author: Sailbad
Title: Adventures in Horticulture   
Part: 1 of 1
Summary: Girl meets plant for cross-pollination(?). Emily house-sits 
for her botanist neighbor and gets seduced by an enormous flowering 
plant in the professor's greenhouse.
Keywords: mastrb, beast, non-anthro, mc 


Adventures in Horticulture
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

It was not too much to ask, a simple chore, really.  Her neighbor, 
Prof. Masterson, a kind elderly woman who had always been a good 
friend, had asked Emily to tend to her house while she was away at a 
botanical exposition.  The professor had fallen all over Emily with 
praise but there really was no reason.  Emily was happy to do it and 
the chores involved were quite simple.  She was asked to collect the 
mail and water the plants inside the house and the adjoining arboretum.  
It could hardly take more than 20 minutes and Emily had always been 
fond of the old lady, she was more than happy to oblige when she was 
asked.

The instructions were to water the plants only and to not dwell in the 
greenhouse too long.  She had even reemphasized that last point just 
before she left for the airport.  “Just water the plants in the 
arboretum and leave as quickly as possible, dear,” the professor had 
told her.  “I’ll explain it all to you some day, but for now, remaining 
too long in there might prove... disruptive to your constitution.”

Emily had no idea exactly what that implied but she was sure it was 
only some precaution about allergies or skin rashes and paid no more 
mind to it.  She saw it as a mere detour from her daily routine, 
something she could polish off quickly when she got home from work.

Emily was a single, professional woman in her late 30s.  Physically fit 
with an attractive figure, she was a brunette, more attractive than 
most, but she kept her looks concealed behind thick glasses and a 
toned-down wardrobe.  She had no qualms about men in her life and in 
fact had always enjoyed a vigorous sex life.  But, being a bit of a 
book-worm, she simply enjoyed being alone and had consequently devoted 
her life more to her career than to romantic pursuits.  

The people in the cul-de-sac enjoyed her as a respectable and 
dependable neighbor who kept her property neat and attractive and 
caused no disturbances or detractions.  She was the perfect go-to 
person for house sitting or monitoring and she was called upon often 
for this kind of favor.  It made her proud to be so respected.  

It was Saturday afternoon and in spite of Prof. Masterson’s concise 
warnings, Emily had her heart set on curling up with a good book in the 
warm sunlight of that arboretum.  She had noticed a chaise lounge-chair 
right by the door into the house so she knew it could not be dangerous 
in there.  She would finish up the chores, roll the lounge chair into 
the sunlight and enjoy her book all afternoon.  

As she unlocked the front door and entered her neighbor’s house she 
could hardly wait to finish up the work and settle down for her 
relaxing read.  She set down the book she was reading, a thoroughly 
smutty romance novel, on the kitchen counter and then filled the water 
can at the sink.  She attacked all the plants upstairs first and then 
worked her way through the ground floor.  There were a wide variety of 
exotic plants which Emily figured was probably typical for a plant 
biology professor.  She tried to remember all the specific instructions 
she was given for each plant and was careful not to make a mess but she 
was anxious to get this out of the way and get into her book.  She 
finished faster than usual and returned the can to the sink.

That taken care of, Emily collected her book from the counter and made 
her way through the study to tend to the plants in the greenhouse.  
Opening the sliding door she stepped into the humid warmth and felt it 
close around her before she shut the door into the house.  She closed 
her eyes and tilted back her head to enjoy the sun on her face.  She 
inhaled the fresh earthy scents of the ferns, vines and trees about her 
and knew this would be the perfect place to curl up with a good book 
and heal her senses with full effects of nature.

First, she had to tend to her chores.  She set her book on the lounge 
chair and picked up the water can from where she left it by the door.  
Emily put the can under the water under the spigot and turned it on 
while her eyes scanned the enclosed garden and took note of the circuit 
she needed to take to finish this job.  She was anxious to finish and 
filled the can to the top so she could get all the watering done in one 
trip.  The can was heavy so she applied it to the big trees first to 
get the bulk of the load emptied fast.  Next came the vines around the 
edges and last but not least, the big, odd-looking plant in the sunny 
corner of the room.  She got close to the center stalk and dumped the 
can to flow around the plant’s base the way the professor had shown 
her.  She emptied the can and then stood back to look at the thing in 
its whole.  

She figured it had to be some kind of tropical plant because of its 
lush foliage; some deep jungle because she had never seen anything like 
it.  It had big, broad leaves in a thick clump around its base.  
Arrayed within this clump were five 6-inch long buds with purple petals 
closed tight around them.  The most dominating feature of the plant was 
a long pinkish-purple stalk that grew up out of its center that was 
about 2 to 3 inches thick and rose to about 6 feet tall.  At the top of 
the stalk was a huge pink bulb about the size of a large cantaloupe 
with thick, shiny, pink petals.  

Emily imagined the thing to be absolutely beautiful when in bloom and 
made a mental note to ask Dr. Masterson to show her the blossom when it 
was time.  She knelt down to look more closely at the five tightly 
wrapped buds around the base.  Examining them, they appeared to be 
wrapped too tightly to be anywhere near blossoming.  She was about to 
stand up when she heard a slight crackle and pop.  She heard more and 
then she noticed the leaves opening up around the stamens.  She thought 
it must be the afternoon sunlight and she watched all five of them 
spread apart to reveal bright, deep-purple flowers with 6-inch, dark 
yellow, cone-shaped anthers sticking out of the centers.  It was a 
stunning display and she stood up to take in the entire scene.  She 
inhaled deeply and it was then that she notices the enticingly sweet 
aroma of the blossoms.

She looked up to see if the big bloom was opening, but no, it seemed to 
be waiting for some other event.  She stroked the stalk and found it 
sturdy and strong.  She lightly touched the big bulb and felt its 
softness.  The petals encompassing the bud were voluptuous and full 
with a kind of tough, leathery feel.  Emily wondered what intricately 
beautiful and large blossom such a bud concealed.  Her hand played down 
the stalk and stroked its length to test its sturdiness and texture.  
She would have to ask Dr. Masterson about the nature of this odd plant 
and its unique configuration.

At last, her job was done, time to relax and get into her book.  
Returning the water can to its place by the spigot, she scooped up the 
book and dragged the lush lounge chair over to the sunny spot beside 
the big, pretty plant, plopped down, kicked off her sandals, and 
started to read.  It felt cozy enough to take a nap on and she thought 
she just might but she was eager to continue into her story where she 
had left off.

She quickly lost herself in the imaginative distraction.  As the story 
evolved Emily relaxed in the warm rays of the sun.  She felt a 
weariness she did not know she had slowly melting from her.  This being 
one of her usual tawdry romance novels, it was not too long before 
Emily tripped upon an elaborate love scene.  She relished these lurid 
trips into explicit lust, specifically crafted to tease a woman’s 
libido into her conscious mind.  As she read along, this one promised 
to be exquisitely sensuous and, subconsciously unaware, she raised her 
hand to her mouth and began tracing the outlines of her lips.

Further she read and her mind sank into the lavishly detailed encounter 
of the two characters in her book.  Her fingers strayed, lightly 
stroking her cheek and then caressing the lobe of her ear.  It fueled 
her intense passion, her flesh hungered for stimulation to match that 
being fed her mind.  The wanton fingers slowly drug across her neck and 
lightly lingered on her throat before plunging downward to the opened 
collar of her blouse; threatening and teasing her cleavage.  Her flame 
burned hotter and with no overt awareness on her part, Emily’s finger 
tips began following the laced edge of her bra.  Up and down they 
surreptitiously crept.  Her pulse climbed precipitously and her chest 
heaved with each breath.  The fingers boldly crept lower until finding 
the nipple of her breast.  The nipple was hard beneath the fabric of 
her brazier and tip of her middle finger began circling it round and 
round.

Emily stopped her reading and lifted her head from her book.  Her 
trashy romance novels always got her worked up but this time she was 
feeling especially horny.  She bit her lip and looked anxiously out 
through the glass walls of the greenhouse; suddenly nervous that some 
one might have witnessed her fondling herself.  About her, Dr. 
Masterson’s garden was peaceful and serene.  None of the surrounding 
houses were tall enough to look down into the greenhouse from and the 
high hedge protruding above the cedar fence encircling the yard was far 
too dense to see through.  Emily could not be seen in here.  She took a 
deep breath, sniffing in that wonderful smell of the big purple 
flowers, and stretched in the warm sunlight.  It began to feel stuffy 
to her and she was getting a little overheated.  She was feeling just 
so wicked and erotically charged.  

She decided to take off her blouse, the notion just popped into her 
head.  She stood up and swayed from the dizzying rush in her head.  She 
looked about the garden again and then started unbuttoning her blouse.  
It felt odd to expose herself to the raw sunlight and even more so to 
be doing it in somebody else’s home but the notion just seemed to fit 
in with her erotic mood.  After she tossed her blouse of the chair she 
continued to strip off her bra.  She arched back and lifted her nude 
breasts to the sun and felt the delicious warmth on her skin.  She 
cupped her fair-sized boobies in her hands and gently squeezed them.  
The sensation only drove her sensuous mood higher and she knew her 
pants would have to come off too.

She was feeling carefree and dangerously depraved but nothing would 
stop her now.  She unhitched her pants and dug her thumbs under the 
waistband of her panties and pushed both garments down her legs in one 
swift motion.  She stepped out of them, took a wide stance in the 
bright sunlight and let her hands wander over her body like an 
impassioned lover.

This behavior was so unlike her and she was a little shocked at her own 
actions but it all felt so delicious and delightful.  She stretched 
again, shook her short brown hair loose and then settled back down in 
the lounge chair to get back into that book.  She sat cross-legged on 
the chair with the book on her lap.  The action continued hot and heavy 
as she read.  Her hands began to roam once again over her skin.  One 
hand cupped her tit and she lightly brushed her thumb back and forth 
over her nipple.  The other hand crept to her crotch.  

Quite subconsciously, her fingers encroached on the dense hair at the 
border of her pussy.  Teasingly, her hand approached her moist slit, 
looking for the little button that drove her wild.  Her finger had 
parted the wet folds and was lightly stroking her lubricating juices up 
over her clit.  Round and round Emily worked her little bud and her 
nipple as she read.  She was climbing close to orgasm when she caught 
herself well in to her self-pleasuring and realized it was not even an 
especially erotic part of the story.  She was too close to interrupt 
herself now, though.  She pushed the book off her lap, laid back in the 
chair and went to work in an all out dash for orgasm.  As one hand 
continued to busily twitch her clitoris from side to side, two fingers 
of her other hand sank deep into her cunt and began churning her hungry 
depths.

Emily could not believe how worked up she was getting and could tell 
that the quick pace of her passion was leading her to an epic climax.  
She doubled her speed and intensity as both of her hands began stroking 
and plunging on her pussy in a frantic race for relief.  She dug her 
heals into the chair cushion and began to rock her hips in an opposing 
rhythm to her busy hands.  She worked as if she were under the body of 
an impassioned lover driving to fuck her brains out.  She grunted and 
moaned wantonly, letting herself go to the moment, she felt wild and 
free.  Her nipples were hardened to dense nubs that sent thrills 
throughout her body as they jiggled on her heaving chest.  A chill 
titillated her flesh and she was covered goose bumps and at the same 
time a heavy blush of sweat.  She wanted this so much and it was coming 
so big and so fast.  In an all out fury to lapse her joy she heaved her 
hips violently into the air as her finger dug and pinched against her 
inflamed cunt.

She drew in a big breath and then it hit her.  She screamed in triumph 
as an enormous orgasm seized her.  The wave of ecstatic delight and 
release burst through her like a bolt of lightening.  Every muscle in 
her tender body clenched as pleasure touched upon her in a magnitude 
she had seldom known.  She shook and twitched in the throes of joy that 
she thought would nearly drive her insane.  She rode it well and tried 
to make it endure.  The onslaught slowly passed and she released her 
straining muscles, threw her arms to her sides and let her body drop 
limply onto the lounge chair. 

Devastated by the bliss, she lay stunned and let her blood spread 
slowly back out to her exhausted limbs.  As her mind started to 
recover, she tried to piece together what had provoked that sudden and 
incredibly out-of-proportion lust-frenzy.  She lazily turned her head 
to the side, toward the odd plant, and inhaled deeply to enjoy its 
sweet aroma.

Almost instantly, a wave of intense pleasure surged through her.  To 
her absolute dismay, Emily was cumming again.  As quickly and every bit 
as intense as the climax she just had, her body was lost in the effects 
of an entirely new jolt of physical joy.  Her muscles clenched and she 
drew herself into a ball as the orgasm ripped through her.  Her vision 
went dark and she rolled onto her side.  She let herself go again and 
was soon giggling from the rewarding delight.  

As this second climax finished its course, Emily slid over the side of 
the chair and onto her hands and knees on the tile floor.  Never one to 
look a gift horse in the mouth, Emily was none-the-less enough of a 
pragmatist to wonder how two of the most intense orgasms of her life 
had struck her so suddenly, and the second one with no stimulation to 
prompt it at all.  She shook her head to clear away some of the fog.

As the last of her tremors subsided and she gradually regained full 
control of her body she pieced together in her mind how this 
masturbatory session was different than all her others.  It was neither 
her book nor her mood, it had to be her environment and in particular 
something in it that had changed just recently.  She lifted her head 
and saw before her the wide open blossoms around the base of that big, 
odd, tropical plant and her inquisitive mind reasoned it had to be some 
narcotic effect of those big yellow anthers protruding up so daring 
from the center of those blossoms.  She had to test her theory.  She 
took off her glasses and laid them on the chair and then crawled from 
the hard tiles up on to the lush moss bed that surrounded the 
tantalizing plant.  

Her inviting round hips swayed and her ample tits swung beneath her as 
her soft form approached the curious plant.  She could feel the effects 
her two mighty orgasms had on her; her inner thighs were wet with the 
slick dew weeping from her overcharged cunt; her skin was on fire with 
amplified awareness; her nipples ached with the hardness of arousal.  
When she had crawled up to the thick foliage at the base of the plant 
she sank to her elbows and in a very unscientific manner, tested her 
assumption with a much too forward approach and inhaled the heady 
fragrance of the blooms at point-blank range.

All too quickly Emily confirmed her hypothesis with devastating effect.  
Her previous orgasms were completely eclipsed by an onslaught of 
physical pleasure she thought might be the death of her.  An intense 
climax tore through her and in an instant robbed her of her body’s 
control.  The kind of stimulation she usually felt with only her 
clitoris was magnified and felt throughout her entire being.  Waves of 
pure ecstasy emanating from her pussy spread out ward and washed her in 
absolute bliss.  The inside of her cunt clutched at its emptiness and 
the churning muscles within filled her with a want for penetration like 
she had never known.  She gasped for her next breath and with it came 
another quaking spasm of climax.  Emily was lost in it all like some 
cocaine/LSD trip she could not shrug off.  She longed to thrust her 
fingers into her voided pussy and fill her need but to her dismay her 
arms would not respond.  She was bound in place, not at all against her 
will, with her face buried in the intoxicating foliage, and her body 
wracked with almost unendurable delight.

Unnoticed by Emily, the big plant was going through some changes of its 
own.  As Emily had approached the base of the plant, the large bulb at 
the top of the long stalk had slowly opened.  Three thick rubbery 
petals had spread apart to reveal a long slender pistil at their 
center. It was a vivid pink, about 8 inches in length, an inch and a 
half in diameter, with 3 fat stigma at its tip.  As the petals 
separated the pistil at the center began to twist and undulate around 
in the air, bending and reaching as though searching for something near 
the bloom.

If she had kept enough of her senses, Emily would have witnessed the 
stalk bend to one side and then it too began twisting round and round 
as if groping for something it sensed nearby.  She did not see the 
stalk bend lower nor did she notice that it had stopped waving around 
in a circles to stoop over her back.  She did feel the cool, wet 
droplets of thick goo that drooled from the spread petals and fell upon 
her back, but she was too lost in her ceaseless rapture to pay them any 
mind.  Regardless of her stupor, the odd plant’s stalk was now crouched 
over her upturned butt in what might have startled her as a very 
sinister if not suggestive position.

Emily reveled in her organic sex trip as the thick arm of the strange 
plant arched over her back and the big, three-petal flower was poised 
directly over her soft round ass.  Lower the flower dropped, the pistil 
reached down to her, its three stout stigma undulated and rubbed 
against each other as if tasting the air for a yearned target.  Thick 
drops of slippery excretions oozed from the pistil on to her butt and 
ran down over her crotch.  She did not even flinch when the petals 
first touched her ass-cheeks.  However, when the hovering plant bulb 
encountered her flesh it moved much more quickly.

The three broad, thick petals opened widely and then the whole 
grotesquely huge flower dropped onto Emily’s upturned butt.  A copious 
flow of thick, slippery sap oozed out from the petals and the long pink 
pistil at their junction.  The coating flowed over her, up her back, 
around her hips and down her legs.  The goo flooded over her crotch and 
drenched her pussy hair into a glaze of slime.  She was almost 
completely oblivious to it but powerless to do anything about it 
anyway.  It was, in her mind, simply a soothing warmth.  

The petals took on life of their own.  They groped over her skin, 
feeling her contours and exploring her position.  Two of the big, 
probing flap felt their way around the soft globes of her ass while the 
third extended itself behind her tender upper thighs.  

The long pistil became even more active.  Under the protective tent of 
the surrounding petals it slithered and probed over her butt.  Lead by 
the three fat stigma at its tip, it searched over her skin until 
finding the cleft of her ass.  It gently groped the tight groove, 
extended itself, ever reaching for something it sensed further down.  

With the advance of the pistil toward Emily’s sex, the broad petal over 
the back of her thighs pressed its way between them and gently forced 
her knees apart.  Gaining access, it wrapped itself over her pussy and 
up beyond her waist.  The other two petals accommodated the advance by 
releasing her hips and reacquiring a firm clasp around her ass cheeks.  

With her entire crotch in the plant’s embrace, the pistil was in 
position to engage her.  More of its slippery sap was applied within 
its almost water-tight clench around her muff.  She was aware of only a 
sleight clumsy fumbling around her soggy, imprisoned gash but once the 
relentlessly groping fingers of the stigma had found the opening to her 
snug crevice there was no doubt in Emily’s mind she was being entered 
and her heart thrilled at the promise.  The pistil penetrated her 
slowly, but steadily.  Its firm but pliant phallus moved into her, 
following her contours and expanding outward to contact every untouched 
pore of her cunt.  Her yearning to be filled was at last satisfied and 
her fluttering cooze finally had something to clench against.      

Pushing in all the way to the back of her canal, the busy fingers at 
the tip began feeling around in the cramped limits of Emily’s pussy.  
They finally settled around the rounded bulge of her uterus.  They 
spread out until the membrane between them formed a cup centered under 
her cervix.

She was quite delirious with the constant pleasure of her fragrance 
induced orgasms, but with the sturdy stem of plant pressed firmly up 
her quim and the snug embrace around her butt Emily might have thought 
her rapture to be complete.  That was when the petals wrapped around 
her mounted a steady pull and release action that sent the entire 
encounter to a new level.  As the petals pulled inward, they drove the 
pistil into her.  As they released the pistil drew back out slightly 
with a light suck on her uterus.  She was getting a nice rhythmical 
humping motion to go along with her penetration and with that she lost 
all control.  With her face buried among the lush leaves she began 
moaning her delight every bit like a woman being passionately ravaged.

On and on the big flower pumped and sucked at Emily’s pussy, fueling in 
her the psychedelic mind trip of extreme pleasure.  The huge petals 
gripped her fiercely and the pool of gooey sap sloshed around her 
crotch as the pistil impelled into her.  Her moans of delight gradually 
got weaker until they were merely a fickle coo and whimper.  With her 
body surrendered, Emily’s mind drifted deeper into an opiate delirium 
of sexual delights until at last she reached her absolute limit of 
endurance and lapsed into unconsciousness.  Her legs and arms crumpled 
beneath her and she dropped onto her haunches; her head pulled free of 
the stamen’s perfume; the big flower still worked at on her captured 
sex. 

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The first thing Emily noticed was a chill.  She instinctively searched 
about her for the covers.  Failing to find any, her eyes blinked open 
as her mind tried to piece together what was wrong.  All she could make 
out was that it was dark and whatever was underneath her did not feel 
like her bed linen.  With a shriek she bolted upright when she realized 
she was lying nude on the mossy ground inside Prof. Masterson’s 
greenhouse.  She sprang to her feet and groped around herself looking 
for her glasses and something to cover up with.  Wild notions spun 
through her confused mind but nothing fit as to how she had lost her 
clothes or her consciousness.  Her fingers sporadically found scattered 
articles of clothing and some part of her memory told her to look for 
her glasses on the lounge chair.

She put them on and then climbed up weakly to sit in the chair.  Images 
were coming to her; recollections of sensations; bizarre notions began 
to trouble her.  At the base of all these thoughts the conclusion began 
to form that she had been in something sexual and it somehow involved 
that big, weird plant.  Oh, such scandalous shame!

Trembling and filled with a sudden embarrassment and panic she snatched 
up her clothes from the floor as if she had found herself sitting 
before a hundred shocked witnesses.  Clutching them tight to her 
nakedness she bolted to the sliding glass door, threw it open and 
hopped into the study.  She spun around and looked into the greenhouse 
gloom as the full realization of her afternoon exploits bloomed within 
her mind.

“Emily,” she voiced her dismay.  “You fucked a plant.”  She bit her lip 
as she stared out at the strange bulb-thing in the corner of the 
arboretum which appeared quite innocent-looking, like it had when she 
first saw it.  She scolded herself in her mind for her depravity, 
though, she had to admit it was not her fault; the professor’s plant 
had quite honestly seduced her.  Professor Masterson!  What would she 
say when she found out Emily had sexually abused her shrubbery!  No 
wonder she had been warned not to stay in there so long.  How 
embarrassing it would be for the professor to find her out.

Emily had to fix this.  She had to erase the evidence and make it look 
like nothing had happened.  Her hands trembled as she quickly pulled 
her clothes back on.  Her mind went over all the details she needed to 
check to disguise her shameful rut with the seductive flower.  She 
found that the more she thought about it the more details of what 
transpired became clear.  Memories of the intense pleasure and the 
erotic delights awoke in her.  She pushed those thoughts aside and 
steeled herself for the task at hand.  

She took a deep breath and forged back into the greenhouse.  She needed 
to work fast before she succumbed to the plant’s fumes again.  She 
tossed the book onto the lounger and then fell to her knees to comb the 
moss to where it did not look like someone had been lying on it.  She 
was astounded to see that the plant’s huge blossom and the stamens 
around its base had all closed themselves and were looking ironically 
non-sexual.  She quickly swept the tiles with her hands to erase any 
tell-tale prints and felt confident she had done a fair job.  Fair 
enough until she could check it over in the daylight.  She wheeled the 
chair back to its place by the door snatched back her book and slipped 
in through the door. 

That would have to do, she thought.  She stood at the door watching the 
plant.  She felt safe back inside, where she could think about the 
utterly stupefying joy she had felt with that incredible aromatic 
plant.  She doubted if she had ever experienced such erotic pleasure in 
her life.  Then questions began to form.  Was she an unwitting agent in 
the plant’s reproductive process?  Where did old Dr. Masterson get such 
a thing?  What was she doing with it in her home?  How did she know it 
was ‘disruptive to your constitution’?  Why did she keep a lounge chair 
in her greenhouse?  Maybe Emily did not have as much to be ashamed of 
as she thought.

Feeling a little braver, she ventured back into the arboretum and 
strolled slowly up to the odd plant in the corner.  She stood at its 
base just underneath the big bulb folded her arms and stared at it with 
a thoughtful frown.  She wondered what her life would be like if she 
had one of these.  For that matter, what would life be like if every 
woman had one of these?  She thought of the ridiculousness of being 
afraid of a horny plant.  She almost had to laugh at herself.  Emily 
raised a finger up to the big bulb in a scolding manner and said, 
“Naughty!”

The carbon dioxide she emitted must have triggered something in the 
plant again.  She heard a feint cracking sound and looked down to see 
one of the stamens at the base opening up.  She gasped and scrambled 
back to the safety of the door.  Pausing in thought, she stood in the 
doorway and looked back at her seducer.  A smile slowly spread across 
her face and she spoke in a somewhat sexy voice, “You be good ‘till I 
come back.”  She blew it a kiss and closed the door. 


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

  
AdvnHort