V(e)iny Transformation
#2 of Island Adventures
Her previous encounter has changed Jane, but definitely for the better.
Not much narrative, mostly hot smut. This is a sequel, FYI. Enjoy :)
Jane had originally been worried about being discovered trying to get back into the compound, but to her surprise she made it to her room and then the showers without running into anyone. Now she was worried about making it back to the plant as soon as possible. She had missed some work the day before and she was still tired from her encounter. As a result, even by the end of the day she still had a mountain of work to get done. "At least everyone thinks I was just having fun with one of the other interns," she thought as she lay down that night.
Each bedroom was small, with barely enough room for two cots and a shared dresser and closet. Originally, she had thought the cots would be uncomfortable, but these were wider than military cots and the soft, thin material was much cooler than a full mattress. Something everyone was grateful for given the tropical climate. Even with the cots, most everyone slept in just their underwear without a sheet, and she suspected many of the more familiar roommates slept nude. Her roommate was Rachel, a small greyhound. At first she had been shy, but as time passed they began to open up to each other. Jane had soon realized that Rachel's intelligence was not the only thing they shared. They had spent long nights retelling their most lurid encounters, and Jane had been surprised to discover that Rachel was kinkier than her. They were not against having some fun together, but they had been too busy and tired to actually do anything but talk briefly before sleep set in. And tonight Jane was so tired she felt her eyes begin to close before her head even hit the pillow.
Rachel thought back over the past two weeks as she stepped out of the deliciously cold shower and began to dry her short fur. Like everyone else she had been kept busy and hadn't had much free time to relax. In fact she hadn't had any time at all, she was smart but couldn't seem to finish her work nearly as quickly as the others and so was often stuck working later. This wouldn't have been an issue normally, after all she did enjoy what she was doing, it was just that after swapping stories with Jane most nights, the tension in her loins had continued to grow, and unlike Jane she had yet to experience release. Her body tensed as she toweled between her legs, and she almost began rubbing herself then and there. But with some reluctance she put the towel on its rack, as she imagined how much better some real fun would feel after this long wait.
She hurried back to the room, hoping Jane was still awake. She hadn't seen her much today, but she didn't think she could wait till tomorrow to satisfy her need. Imagining what they might do, she felt her moisture begin soak her panties, and walked even faster. She burst through the door and her excitement turned to disappointment as she saw Jane lying spread on the bed, snoring gently. Conflict raged between her mind and body as each tried to fulfill her desires. Still racked by indecision, she gently closed the door, and stepped into the small room. Taking short steps she quickly walked to her cot. She moved as if she was going to sit down, but stopped. Muscles stood out as it seemed the tension would snap her in half, then she relaxed. A predatory gleam twinkled in her eye as she slowly turned towards the oblivious Jane.
Moving to the foot of the bed, she leaned forward to lay down between Jane's spread legs. Despite being shorter than Jane, she was a bit better endowed and her breasts cushioned her as she leaned towards Jane's crotch. The smell of arousal grew even stronger as she realized Jane's panties were just as wet as her own. Quickly undoing them, she the panties to the side as she moved in for the kill. Her wide tongue lapped powerfully up the length of Jane's pussy. The taste of her sweet nectar was like electricity. With one hand she reached up to caress the supple skin of her belly, while the other sought her own cunny. Giving a few more wet licks, Rachel moved her hand lower to gently brush against Jane's bud. The snoring stopped and Rachel froze, her other hand still gently massaging her own dripping lips. After a moment she heard the snoring resume and she brushed Jane's clit again. This time there was no reaction and so she began to gently knead the clit between her thumb and finger. Panting heavily by now, she straightened her tongue, before thrusting it between Jane's lips as she penetrated her own pussy with her middle finger. She moaned loudly, but not loudly enough to cover Jane's moan as she squirmed underneath her face.
This was enough to snap Rachel out of her daze of lust. Horrified she pulled back, one finger still pressed between her lips. She felt her inner muscles clenching around her digit, even as the rest of her body was held still by indecision. With another moan, she slowly pulled her finger out as she stood up. The feeling of shame at having done something without Jane's express permission warred with another feeling of naughtiness and lust that encouraged her to continue. Moving back to her bed, she laid down slowly, and closed her eyes. The throbbing of her vent at first kept her from sleeping, but even though it did not cease, fatigue eventually caught up with her and she settled into an uneasy sleep.
Time passed, both girls slept uneasily, and despite their open window the smell of their lust filled the room like a dense fog.
Jane was having the most exciting dream. She was lying in her bed and a huge stallion was crouched between her legs. As his tongue flicked out to taste her, she could see his massive erection throbbing between his legs. She was forced to look away as her back arched, the stallion's tongue had pressed slightly between her lips. It was hot and muscular, slimy and hard and it was driving her mad. She squirmed and twisted in his strong grip at the feelings it was starting all through her wet snatch. Then, without warning, his tongue flicked upwards and violently tweaked her clit. With a sharp gasp her eyes flew open, she laid still for a moment as her brain tried to process what had happened. Why had she woken up? She waited a moment more, slowly realizing the stud had been only a dream, when something twitched deep inside her lower belly. She froze at the unexpected sensation, eyes moving down towards her spread legs.
After a second she began to relax, then she felt a gentle pressure against her inner barrier. To her horror, she realized that the pressure was coming from inside her womb. Now the pressure began to increase, and despite her barrier's efforts she felt something begin to worm past. Now she could feel the thin tip of the incredibly strong vine as it began to wriggle past her barrier. A terrified scream turned to a loud moan as the tentacle forced its way forward and rubbed the full length of her G-spot. More and more of the tentacle was forcing its way from her womb, and now it was massaging her insides aggressively as it squirmed forwards, forcing its way towards her outer lips. She moaned again, despite her fear, she felt her hands move down to rub her outer lips. Now her arousal was leaking copiously from her slit and running down to soak her cot. She gasped, as she felt the vine thrust forward again, and this time the tip poked out between her outer lips.
She hesitated for a moment, as the tentacle swayed back and forth, only a half inch was sticking out past her lips, but she could feel more coiling within her. Reaching tentatively toward the tentacle, it leaned away from her hand, before snapping back to touch her thumb. It was as though lightning shot from her lower belly, through her vent, up her arm, to her brain, and then down her spine, back to her lower belly again. She blinked, something was very different. She struggled to place this new sensation, and then, the tentacle within her twitched again and she gasped. Now she could feel the tentacle, not just the feeling of it pressed against her inner walls, or now slowly rubbing her outer lips. No, she could feel the feeling of her inner walls tightening around it, around her. That was it, she could feel as if the tentacle was part of her. She shivered as it coiled then pushed out farther. Now it was six inches long, widening from the fine tip to a two-inch base, it was both hard and soft. It glistened with her fluids in the faint light from outside as it waved slowly back and forth. She reached out, the grabbed tightly around the base. It felt amazing, without hesitation she stroked up its length. Her other hand moved to rub her sensitive bud, pushed out by the tentacle protruding from her lips. The pleasure was unimaginable, better than anything she had ever experienced even with the plant yesterday.
She began to climax, the feeling of her inner walls clamping around her new member served to shoot her far over the edge. Her vision went white, and she stuffed her one hand in her mouth, the other frantically rubbing her member. Even as her back arched, she felt the tentacle begin to twitch and throb in her hand. Moaning and screaming around her hand, she felt the completely alien sensation of liquid shooting from her loins and up and out over her hand. After what felt like several minutes she began to calm slightly, although the tentacle had ceased to squirt it was still rock hard and was now closer to 8 inches. Bringing her hand to her face she tentatively licked at the sticky coating. She could taste her own fluids as well as the sticky plant semen familiar from the day before. However there was also another faint flavor that she didn't recognize. Sitting up on one elbow she reached down and scooped some more fluids puddled around her obscenely stretched lips and still throbbing member. Licking them off her finger, she shivered as the tentacle twitched slightly. Still, that third flavor continued to baffle her pleasure addled brain. Then as she sat fully upright she sniffed the air, she could smell that third taste. Turning slightly the smell got stronger and her eyes fell on Rachel, still sleeping on her side facing towards her. Her brain moved slowly, but as she noticed that Rachel was not wearing any panties, she noticed her own panties lying on the floor.
She wasn't really upset that Rachel had apparently decided to have some fun with her, had she not run into the plant she probably would have been awake to play. Still the realization helped fuel a rather depraved idea that had begun forming in the back of her mind. She looked down to realize she was still absentmindedly rubbing the tentacle, the pleasure now coming in gentle waves. As she stood up she smiled sweetly before stepping over to Rachel's cot. With a gentle push on her shoulder she rolled Rachel onto her back before kneeling over her chest. She felt Rachel's large breasts brush against her legs, as she leaned forward. With one hand on the wall to steady herself, she reached out to caress Rachel's muzzle. Then, shivering with anticipation, she slowly pulled Rachel's muzzle open and pushed forward, the tentacle brushed her chin sending a jolt of pleasure through Jane before flicking upwards and sliding in. Jane let go of the tentacle, which seemed to know exactly what to do, and putting both hands on the wall in front of her before slowly thrusting forward. She had worried about the greyhound's sharp teeth, but against the vine they simply added to the pleasure. Starting slow, she began to pump faster, the tentacle flexing back and forth providing intense and constantly changing stimulation. Rachel shifted beneath her, and hummed around her member. Gently opening and closing her mouth and flicking her tongue before swallowing around the tentacle. Jane sped up, pressing the whole length in. This was an entirely new experience for Jane. Now she knew why guys liked oral so much. Soon she could feel a still unfamiliar tightening in her lower belly, then her member began to throb. She continued thrusting as she felt something shoot up the length of the vine and spew from the tip. Her head pulled back as she moaned and thrust into her friend's mouth, filling it with her fluids. Pulling out, she sprayed over Rachel's breasts and face. Eventually she finished, squatting on her friend's chest, covered in sticky fluids. Looking down she realized that Rachel was looking up at her.
Rachel had slept poorly, repeatedly entering increasingly raunchy dreams, before being woken by her discomfort and falling asleep soon after due to her exhaustion. In her dream she was in the middle of giving head to a massive dragon, when something in her mouth pulled her awake. Her eyes opened to see a strange green thing pressed between her lips, looking up she was startled to see Jane. Hunched over her, eyes closed, grunting as she thrust again into her mouth. The thing felt similar to a cock, but it moved slightly, wrestling with her tongue. It tasted of Jane and herself, looking up she admired Jane's bouncing breasts as she began to speed up her thrusts. She was enjoying the sensation so much, but her pussy had begun to throb even worse than before. She reached a hand down to pleasure herself, but she wished it was the tentacle instead. After a bit, she felt the vine begin to pulse and tense. She sucked gently, and she felt something rush through the vine before spewing into her mouth. It wasn't seed, this was something different. It tasted slightly sweet, but it left a warmth behind where it touched. As it flowed down her throat, she felt the warmth spreading through her whole body. Then Jane pulled out and began to squirt all over her face and breasts. The warmth spread even faster, and she began to moan softly, rubbing herself faster but feeling desperate for that thing to fill her. Looking up she met Jane's gaze.
"I'm so sorry," Jane started to say. "No. Don't be. Keep going." Rachel replied looking up at her. Jane was startled, of all the reaction she had not expected that one. She moved back, allowing Rachel to sit up. The liquid running down her face and chest. "That was amazing, but I need filled. I need it so bad," Rachel moaned as she hugged Jane. Rubbing Jane's fluids over their bodies. Jane felt the warmth now too, spreading through her body, setting fire to her blood. They had both begun to pant, but stopped as the suddenly kissed passionately. Rachel felt the vine teasing her entrance and she moaned into the kiss. Breaking apart, Rachel quickly spun around onto hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at Jane, pleading with her. Jane hesitated for a moment, before desire took hold and she moved forward. Grabbing Rachel's tail, she rubbed her sticky hand over her pussy. Encouraged by Rachel's moan, she scooped more of her fluids off her member and began rubbing them into Rachel's snatch. Rachel could feel the warmth intensifying in her, "please," she moaned. Now more than happy to oblige Jane moved forward, allowing the vine tip to brush over Rachel's mound before tickling her clit. Rachel moaned again, collapsing onto her chest, one hand massaging her tits while the other began to rub her clit. Feeling she had waited long enough, Jane pressed the tip into Rachel's dripping vent. She felt the slick wetness engulf her tip before thrusting forward violently.
They moaned in unison, Rachel rubbing herself even faster as Jane played with her own breasts. Jane began to thrust, in and out, in and out. Despite the roughness of the initial penetration she had slowed to a gentle thrust, forcing the entire length into Rachel's tight snatch before slowly pulling it out. Rachel began to moan faster as her oversensitive pussy was gently stimulated. After a few more thrusts, she began to moan and clench, she had not climaxed in a while and so this one lasted for a long time. The whole-time Jane continued her slow, methodical pounding.
Jane eventually felt Rachel stop pulsating and she decided it was time to pick up the pace. She began to thrust faster and harder, now her own stimulation was increasing as she could feel her own walls clenched around the vine in addition to Rachel's tight hole. Then she felt the vine ripple and flex, she slowed for a moment before realizing that it had seemed to grow ridges along its length. She decided to keep going, and as she increased the pace she could feel the new heights of pleasure. It was amazing, she wanted to keep going forever, and at least for now it seemed the vine was keeping her from reaching climax. Under her Rachel was being rocked by the rapid thrusts, and even began to push back. Jane felt the vine begin to slide forward, increasing its length. She moaned as her already stretched vent was forced even wider. Then a sharp prick of pressure. She looked down her clit was pushed out absurdly, and had brushed against Rachel. Leaning forward she pressed her own soft breasts against Rachel's back, before reaching around to grab her breasts. They both moaned, and after a moment Jane began to thrust with renewed vigor, every penetration now stimulating her clit. Then another sensation, she felt as her thin tip squished against Rachel's inner barrier. She hesitated, but then Rachel thrust back against her, and she resumed pounding her tight snatch. Now instead of long thrusts, Jane began to jackhammer into her prey. Feeling the tentacle slowly inching forward, gradually weakening the barrier standing in the way of its destination. Rachel was moaning non-stop now, and Jane adjusted to get more leverage as Rachel's barrier tried to resist her advance.
After an eternity, Jane felt something give way, and with a long low moan she finally pushed all the way in. Under her Rachel screamed, and Jane reflexively pinched her nipples which turned the scream into a strangled gasp of pleasure. She felt Rachel's pussy clamp down around her member and thrust as far as she could. She felt her tip bulge as it formed into a plug blocking the entrance to Rachel's womb and then she felt a tightening deep within her own loins. She began to moan, and weakly thrust as much as she could with her tip locked inside Rachel's womb. By this point, Rachel had been orgasming for several minutes straight, and alternated between rapid moans and heavy panting. At long last, Rachel felt a feeling of satisfaction as the first rope of cum blazed against her inner sanctuary. The heat was amazing, and the pressure began to build as the tiny thrusts continued. As Jane continued to squirt deep into her friend, her pussy finally reached its climax, rippling along the intruder wedging it open from the inside. The stimulation from having her own pussy clamping around her member was too much for Jane, and she collapsed on top of her friend as she continued to fill her womb.
After a while the squirts slowed, and then stopped. Rachel felt as though she would burst at the slightest touch, and the end of the vine had remained resolutely bulbous. After giving a weak tug, Jane gave up, and the rolled onto their sides, spooning in a warm embrace. Though they were both exhausted Jane couldn't resist giving Rachel's clit a final tweak. Rachel writhed and the pull brought equal parts pain and pleasure. Having finally sated both their lusts they lay together, each enjoying the remnants of the amazing pleasure they had just experienced. Without realizing it, their eyes began to close and they drifted off to sleep. Rachel's belly bulging with Jane's seed.
I hope you enjoyed this story, it will definitely continue at some point, but it might be a longer wait than last time what with school and work, etc. Feedback is always welcome, thanks for reading, bye.