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She sighed in the darkness, then felt the urgent ache of her nipples and the pressure of the milk pressing down on them from within her. The dream time had felt like some trackless combination of eternity and a flash of recognition, but somehow, the rest of the dusk had retreated. How long had she spent in the lucid, eternal grip of the massaging feelers? Perhaps a few hours of reality.

Reality, it was a term beginning to have both less and more meaning than before. The object known as reality was no longer the ever stolid, fixed fact she thought it was. Yet, now she grasped onto the term more than ever. Now that it had become relative, Reality had become a term of comparison, not a constant.

Her spread-limbed body glistened with the feelers' honeylike excretions. It was as if she were pickling in the stuff. It covered every inch of her now and made her skin soft and tallow wherever it had been massaged in.

She found it funny that the one thing that didn't surprise her in this sea of bizzareness was the planet's obsession over her chest. A single thread of bizarreness set against a backdrop of events that made it somehow sane. How much had this journey in the name of experience and curiosity changed her? Being throned a wet goddess with her entire domain having no higher wish then to love her as only it could had changed her.

Her nipples throbbed, the sole exit of a bounty replenished by the hours it spent alone. Her bare skin had grown soft and sensitive within its cocoon of nectar. After soaking for what might have been hours; her nipples had pressed further out and forward so that the ring of naked flesh that had once surrounded them was now part of their girth. It was bizarrely developed for a human, but she'd pass for a bovine.

Maybe she'd never noticed the signs before because of her dominant cervine physiology. She'd always believed a deer was a deer But, then again, even that wouldn't be the whole story. She was a hybrid by nature. So, was it any surprise that her line had built its traits from many sets of alleles? Now, the hidden ones were rising to the surface.

And she breathed an urgent sigh, catching mid-breath as the need to be emptied cut through her drowsiness and she stirred from sleep.

She felt the feelers embracing her shift. Her arms were lowered and her world followed, listing sideways until she dangled headfirst above the circular yellow flower beneath her. Her own soft, warm flesh pressed down on her chin. Her nipples pointed proudly forward, spurting milk as they jostled into their new position. The pressure at their ends only grew as they hung beneath her chest.

Familiar twin feelers rose from their home inside the flower below. Their star-like extremities opened wide like the arms of an eager lover and the mouths at their centers fanned open with a wet pop. Feral anticipation washed over her body as she obsessed over their intent. They homed in on her, guided by her own body sense.

Her urgent sighs caught in her throat, then rose to a cry of elation as they tenderly kissed her frightfully sensitive tips. Their arms rolled upward over the curve of her breasts and burrowed against her. The powerful clench that started at their ends and rolled downward to the tips of her nipples made her squirm and cry out. Her voice cracked in a constant scream as her insides clenched down on nothing.

The climax was surprising and almost brutal after hours of being preened. Wetness shimmered down from between her thighs and soaked the downy white fur covering her full belly as she grunted into the next draw. Legions of tiny mouths pulled and preened her. Her flesh became eager and agitated, growing and moving deeper into their grasp.

Her closed legs squirmed against themselves as she fought the unyielding pleasure of the powerful sucking mouths filling with her bounty. They slowly fattened until they could be filled no more, then began to spasm. She felt the acid tang of their pleasure growing as their muscles rippled otuward.

She breathed deep, then cried out in ecstasy once more as the mouths squeezed closed in an orgasmic swallow, sharing her pleasure as they fulfilled their purpose. Their alien climax blurred into her senses, becoming her own. A great swallow of her outflow rippled down their lengths, even as their clenching prompted her to eagerly fill them once more.

Her mind fell into their touch, lost but not forgotten in the storm of contact washing over her sensitive breasts.

Red feelers slithered into view from above like a tree's worth of hanging fruit. From below, an answering army of the dainty flower mouths rose to meet them. Their tiny, hollow tongues danced ahead of them, moving ever closer to their patient lovers. The tongues found them gradually, tracing their shapes and wrapping dumbly over their surfaces. She watched one dribble nectar, quivering in the tongue's grip. It suddenly slackened, as if recognizing its mate, then opened its end. The tongue's tip curled ever so slightly into the opening, then slowly pulled itself in.

She felt the itching tingle of their inverted dance. The flowers reached for each other with myriad tendrils, drawing slowly nearer like icebergs in the frigid seas of Urth. The starry sky shrank and the frigid wind of the canopy grew inconsequential. Male joined female. Two flowers became one and she was ensconced in the petals ringing their delicate bodies.

Her breathing became level as she fell into the steady rhythm of the starfish-armed mouths reaching along her teats. Milk dribbled from the gaps between the arms, now pressing down around her so that each tiny mouth could lap over her naked flesh. She wriggled in the grasp of the male flower's tendrils, holding her slight but soft body aloft. Her tuft of a tail stood upright like the peak of a tan and white ocean wave cresting the round curve of her butt. Bouts of stillness were punctuated by sudden, twisting fits of movement as she ground her loins against thin air.

The movement carried up her body, written in the shifting of her shoulders and the subtle sway of her breasts. They hung free, easily surrendering themselves to the insistent mouths slurping on their ends. They fed like hungry animals, desperate for her taste and unsatable as they milked down her fattening teats.

All around her, the awareness of the surrounding forest was drowned out in the noise of the ecosystem of activity captured inside the flower. The tingling sparkle of alien contact had become a gestaltic noise, a snowstorm of stimuli as female found its way into the male, then the other way around. A twofold embrace stronger then the sum of its participants.

Their pulsating orgy surrounded her in the sound of lapping waves. Fluids roes up their combined length. White dribbled in the darkness as the males drank from the invading tongues. As that indescribable feleing echoed through Us into her body, she pressed her hips backward in to a nonexistent lover and shivered in the throes of another climax.

Her breaths weren't her own anymore. They became irregular, animalistic pleas. She was in love with what she felt, but it was the least bearable love she'd ever been subjected to. Some of her lovers had brought her to this place for minutes at a time, but none had been so thoroughly different. She was taken off guard, unable to repel her own passionate pursuit of more.

A shivering climax came after the last, then she found herself uanble or unwilling to continue her body's dance of movement. She hung limp as her milk flowed, moaning as she soaked in the pleasure. She couldn't tell when, but another followed the last, full of the lovely agony of her tired loin muscles screaming wonderful exhaustion.

Then the mouths ceased to suckle her like starving whelps. Their draws grew steady and new feelers stroked along her back. They crossed over her belly and squeezed her tired muscles. Their tips preened through her fur to her spent body and she felt the warmth of their passing. It had been too much, but she had wanted it exactly as she'd gotten it.

Did that really say anything terrible? Maybe it was a sign of trust that she didn't fear falling into a sensual trap of endless captivity and stimulation. As much as she was learning from the forest, so too was it taking on her old motivations and goals. It was as hellbent now on rejoining civilization as she was. Us wouldn't let her rot in this beautiful, consensual prison.

Instead, she was held by the feelers and comforted into comparative calmness. The more she calmed, the more steadily she was suckled. Each draw grew steadier but also more powerful. Soon enough, the feelers twisted with each pull upon her naked flesh. With each, a gentle whimper escaped her lips.

Inside the confined space, the feelers surrounded her at every angle. Those joining the two flours filled the air around her with their quiet, spluttering as they passed along her lifegiving fluids. The others moved closer, supporting her suspended body. They cradled her head as she nuzzled blindly, seeking some outlet for the wonderful contact sweeping across her bosom.

A fat feeler rose from below. Its end was flat and ended in a concave hole. As she felt its approach through the forest's own body senses, her lips opened and her tongue leapt downward to explore its opening. As she circled tis soft flesh, it spasmed open and splurted a huge gout of sweet, sugary nectar. Tongues reached from inside and encompassed her own. Its lips closed around their capture as her own closed over the feeler. Just as she drew it deep into her mouth, she gave a muffled, tired whimper as the feelers sucked upon her wonderfully tired flesh once more.

As they sucked at each other's soft flesh and she drank in the squelching flow of nectar, her eyes grew heavy. As control flowed from her body, the forest moved into her and took subconscious control. The forest drank itself in through her sleeping body as her mind sought other places far away in space and time. Memories, explanations.

The children of man survived in a thoughtless age of instinct and struggle against the elements for decades or centuries, maybe even millenia. The precipice of unknowingness beat behind her like a marching drum demanding her return from desertion. Endless snow, endless prey, endless possibility. But ahead, she could see a caul of yellow light behind a drift.

Her tires crunched over the silken wreath of fresh fallen snow. This was a region that was still slightly subarctic, with near temperate precipitation. The snow that fell was younger and cleeaner then the eons-old, undisturbed snow covering much of the expanded arctic and antarctic regions. Here they could get water and make a home.

Snowmelt. One of many other settlements. Geodesic domes merged with the ice, intentionally buried in the cold but ironically insulated snowline. The weather station and motor pools were like boxy, striding giants, their tall, stiltlike legs frozen mid-stride, holding up their oblong, winglike bodies.

She was embraced and loved inside the flower world. Here it was warm and her pelt was thinner. Her body worked of its own accord, gently compelled in her absence so that she would be sustained. The sucks upon the feeler were like those of the feeler itself upon her tongue, patient and curbed. Her throat did not work to exhaustion. It was as if it were a subconscious function of sleep, as if her body had been a part of the flower forever. Her ungulate, almost bovine instincts ballooned as she tenderly fed her lover, drinking from her breast. And behind the gentle noise of its kind mouths was that of the others.

The males were less passive now, animate and restless. They pulsated around her legs, flowing with watery, soothing nectar that poured between her legs and down her body. She felt their anticipation, as if they had plans laid out for her physiology. They made no effort to hide their zeal. Innocent, empathic, and completely lacking careless predatory lust.

Instead, the excitement flowed back into her. She smiled, sharing in the glow that the feeling brought and allowing herself to be attended and preened. Her thoughts became less restrained and more erratic. Slowly, she saw flashes of alien plants. Metal geodesic domes inlaid with triangular patterns...

Green. More green than a life in the white drifts would ever have prepared her for. Flitting birds and fluttering insects. Running deer and even a pack of wolves. Their sounds were everywhere. They had recreated Eden under the ice.

Genomes, sequences, alleles. They were fully understood. Now, to the point that she had led the way in the creation of new human morphs that could adapt to the hot climate she dreamed of. An age where Eden would run free once more.

As she attended her work, she began to feel a thrumming, constant pull at her breasts. Laser precise stimulation seemed to come from nowhere. The fabric of her simple jersey top tented and the pencil fell from her hand. Alone in her study, she pulled the fabric up over her breasts and fell back into her creaking office chair. Pearly rivulets escaped from her nipples as they were milked by invisible, hungry hands.

She hovered with one foot in each reality. Part of her hung within the flower, braying through her mouthful as her breasts rolled beneath the prodding, massaging mouths below. Her other self spread her legs and reclined in half-sleep as her nipples dimpled and flexed in invisible waves of motion.

The mass of feelers, male and female, had begun to behave as a single body. Their undifferentiated mass of movement coalesced primarily within itself now. But, others had parted with the masses to include her in their coming together. Two wrapped around the base of her breasts, slowly coiling down toward the guzzling, slurping mouths below.

She shuddered in her chair, they were going to wring every last drop from her. A tallow, brown and white hand slipped under her lycra shorts and wriggled under her panties. Her fingers were exacting and zealous, going exactly where she wanted them and, somehow, begetting real feelings of pleasure as if she were performing the act in reality.

The feelers coiled and slowly squeezed her soft bosom outward. Her nipples throbbed with the sudden pressure and the mouths' pace grew frantic. The sounds of their labor grew wetter until their openings overflowed with her. They knotted and writhed, fighting to swallow what she gave fast enough to let none go to waste.

She squirmed against her fingers, massaging her tortoiseshell-colored body. In the here and now, the feelers holding her legs and ankles slowly spiraled down her thighs. Tongues flickered eagerly from their blunt ends as they dissapeared between her legs. Her hips bucked as their tongues slipped deep into her wet folds.

The length capturing her muzzle released its petaled grip and slowly slipped from her. Juices dribbled from her parted lips as her hot breath escaped in gouts of steam. Her cries as the felimorph silvestris geneticist became real in the waking world.

Feelers encircled her midriff and raised her upward. The feeelers holding her legs urged them downward and apart, slowly revealing her pibald folds. Two pink tongues extended from fat heads flanking her sacred place like animals at an oasis. As her eager petals were opened by her splayed legs, the heads pressed into her entrance, parting her with a wet slurp.

Then a great mass coiled from above her buttocks, looming like a great animal between her feet. Its body was full of movement and... something else. A giant, pink tentacle crawled from its end like a timid anteater's tongue. It was vaguely boxlike, with four flared corners running down its length. Buried in each corner was a line of suckers. They flexed in the air as the length's flat tip slowly, smoothly homed in on her folds. As it brushed the two feelers preparing her for its arrival, they fled to her edges and spread her apart with their agile, writhing tongues.

Its tip slid in easily, nestling into her as if it was made for her. Then there was a pull against her inner flesh and a shiver of movement. The mass writhed, then the base of the tentacle fattened. The lump squeezed down its length and into her. The head was held fast by its suckers as the liquid hissed into her, pouring from her folds as the suckers realligned and levered the length deeper.

It was like a worm burrowing into her, pressing deeper and pulsating with a blast of flowing life. It was slowly planting itself deeper within her. Its march was steady and relentless. Soon, she realized, she would practically be rooted to the plant.

She was like a bridge between the two flowers, filled to bursting from above andmilked dry from below. She lingered at the last thought, feeling the plants own yearnings cross back into her. The alien thoughts made it hard to tell her own instincts from the forests'. It made her want to trade roles.

The mouths felt like limbs on her own body and she responded instinctively. She wanted to see herself exposed once more. Her instincts yearned to see what the plant had done to her. That want made her draw backward from atop her nipples. The relentless pleasure that grew from the retreating mouths only amplified her new feelings. The pressure of their pulling draw grew until she nearly lost her mind in ecstasy. She urgently whimpered and went limp in the feelers' grasp as there was a sudden, slithering pop.

Her nipples fled their captors, rebounding backward and rolling downward. She writhed and whimpered as the flash of pleasure rolled over her, her body continuing to empty into the open air after so eagerly flowing into the plant. The cold air tingled on her exposed nipples and, in her empty mouth, she felt echoes of the plant's desires as if they'd merged into her own.

She craned her neck until her muzzle pressed against her chest, then reached forward with her eagerly questing tongue. It captured its sibling, piebald skin touching piebald skin as the wide bud of her nipple was dragged into her waiting lips.

She hummed as her lips squeezed down on herself. The generous flow of milk carried a resinous tang of flavor, as if her body had become a reflection of the forest. She tasted of earth and plant, and the feelings that came with the mammalian taste were a welcome contrast in the storm of her consort with the forest.

Her throat worked earnestly, taking powerful gulps as her mouth wrung its captor of every drop it would surrender. She was only broken from her reverie when her arms fell free of their bonds, released by the feelers that had held them at her flanks.

Immediately, her hands quested over her free breast, earnestly emptying into the open air in sympathy with the pleasure washing over its sibling. Her suckling paused only long enough for her lips to part to accommodate her other bud of flesh, then resumed as she latched down on them both.

She slurped noisily over her mouthful, draining her swollen bosom and tasting herself in her outpour. Her voice rose into an urgent mewl at the back of her throat, an outlet ofr hwer self-induced pleasure. It grew until her mind became a fog.

She writhed in a state of fevered, rolling climax. Her body was in such a state now that she slid in and out of each orgasm. It was something her other lovers had ever only accomplished with a year of intimacy and secret knowledge of her unique body.

But weren't they only human? Us required no special manners or skill. It was within her. It knew her. And with each pulsation of the length rooted inside of her, its nubmers inside of her body only grew. She rocked back and forth in her self-made embrace, held fast by strong feelers around her spread legs as the length inside of her grew against her insides.

Her voice was tiny and earnest as Us pulsated within her. Her whimpering moans did nothing to convey her feelings. It seemed like she couldn't bear the onslaught of contact. But, slowly, her movements became smoother. She ceased to strain herself upon the length latched onto her inside walls. Each movement upon it bled into the next.

Her hips were the last holdout, slowly rocking her butt into each pulsation of the pink feeler spreading her lips wide. With each wave of fluid it pressed into her, it grew within the wreath of her entrance. It filled her womb and saturated her, slowly finding its way into her bloodstream.

Its thoughts sharpened by the instant. The planets, the people that once graced it, histories, dreams...

Her arms went limp and were swiftly gathered up by two coiling feelers. Her breasts hung unencumbered save for the mouth latched over their ends. They'd shrank from their blushing, swollen state into something more modest. The gentle cluck of her sucking lips grew weaker and less frenzied until her nipples slipped from her lips' embrace.

As reality fled her, two feelers reached upward and began to work down her aching breasts, covering them in easing, soft contact.

What were their hopes? Who were the people that found their way here? Where had they gone? From whence had they come?

Centuries. Flying for centuries, coasting on the inertia of a thousand tons of reaction mass tossed backward in a gigantic column of thermonuclear fire.

Children sent starward and put into a shallow hybernation where they dreamed their childhood away. Playing, learning in a hollow world. They were the lost generation, with all the technology Earth had. There had been another dieback. Eden on Earth had failed forever.

And the machine memories marched inside of her. They were not her dreams, but someone else's. Cold, technical, alien. She wanted to cry. She screamed for them to listen to her, but the old men kept on talking and talking...

A brief flash of green, sunlight outside of the black metal house... outside. He had never really been.

He... she. They hadn't had coldsleep. The best they could do is put children in a coma and have them come out as men and women. The poor little things...

A feeler gently wiped a tear from her earthen-colored face. The feelers around her gently squeezed, nudging against her naked body and reminding her this wasn't a cold soliloquy. It was a memory, their memories. Memories of Us. From Us, from The People.

She awoke to a new sort of sensation. Fingerlike contact rolled and kneaded her yielding bosom, now dripping with oily, soothing liquid coming from the tips of male feelers. It collected on her shimmering nipples, where the flowerlike female feelers swept and kissed it into her skin with their delicate tongues.

She moaned as she felt the saturation of her flesh once more, eager again to be emptied. Her mind was at peace, but not from any external phenomenon. She knew what was inside of her, and the nectar she'd drank was clean of anything that would alter her perception.

This feeling was of her body's own invention. She'd felt it before. Falling asleep in a lovers arms within seconds. Waking in a passionate heat from nowhere. Lying flat into her sheets and feeling her excess thoughts so easily melt away... it had always been here, even though she didn't know why.

Her breasts were heavy and round beneath her, full to the point of aching. She felt so completely full of life, and it ignited an alien lust she'd not ever felt before. Her nipples hardened beneath her. Their long, equine forms began to dribble pearly liquid in a constant patter of droplets.

She felt the approach of another massive limb. It crawled from the depths of the male flower. She felt the strength flexing in its body as it snaked around the feeler pumping into her loins and fat with load after load of the forest's mind.

The interloper crossed her buttocks and spiraled around her hips. It embraced her like some gigantic snake. Its yielding flesh deformed to accommodate her muscular midriff and rounded belly. Its mass was heavy and nebulous as it climbed under her arm. She shifted her ahnging head and met its offering. Her questing tongue grazed warm, soft flesh, covered in gouts of resinous, gritty liquid that tasted of plants. Its fat, blunt tongue was like some huge member, undeniably male as it extended from the wring of fingerlike lips at the border of its mouth. Curious and unhurried, her tongue lapped and swirled about its end as it drew closer.

Her lips closed over it, her tongue pressed aside but undaunted. Her jaw was spread wide, but not beynd her comfort by the girth of its captive. The lips slipped forward and locked over her own, holding it fast as she felt a ripple of fatness travel down the giant length. She felt it joined by others, swirling along its length, pressing at her stomach and flank toward an end she found surprising only in its enormity of scale.

The length spasned and the length's hole puckered. Then a torrent of fluids sprayed into her mouth. She sucked down greedily on the length as it filled her, then eagerly gulped down its bounty. It sprayed from the tiny gaps in their embracing lips, falling thickly on the flower below. A powerful thrumming inside of her loins and the growing flow inside of her told her exactly what Us' plans entailed.

The feeler embracing her body slowly raised her upward once more, so that her front faced downward. The feeler's strength was such that it held her on its own, tiny within its strong grasp and an effortless load, even as it was within the throes of expending one load after another of itself into her gently fattening belly.

As her weight shifted, her breasts swung free. As her nipples hung directly beneath their weight, they fattened and blushed from the ache of her burden. The curves of her swollen breasts were round and full. She hummed between swallows as the ache grew beneath her.

Then two familiar shapes opened below. Their vivid, starlike insides bloomed and slowly rose. She was filled with a shivering, feral lust as she sensed their approach through the plant's body sense. But then something else was beneath them.

Great ringlike mouths puckered beneath the starlike fingers of suckers, revealing a sea of siblings within their expanse. At their center, the familiar mouths flexed and reached upward toward her like hungry fledgelings. She felt their thirst and the promise of the long hours she'd spend in their welcome embrace. She ached in sympathy for their hunger and whitish-green drops began to collect on her low-hanging, equine tips.

The tips of their tapered feelers brushed over her naked flesh, then rose to completely embrace her. They sucked at her tips and drank deeply from her saturated flesh. Milk flowed in errant, random streams as they slowly climbed over her. Their puckered centers kissed her tips and squeezed.

She writhed against the creature embracing her, pressing her chest downward into the familiar mouths. The force with which they drank from her teats was such that she was held fast. They fattened with her milk, swallowing in a wave of motion that made an all too familiar sound. It swilled, gurgling inside of itself as it greedily suckled from her breast.

Feelers raced upward. They were agile and ropelike, slithering through her downy white front fur. She blushed beneath their advance, betrayed by a deep, dark maroon glowing through her parting pelt. They spiraled over the full curve of her breast, gently constricting and releasing in time with the mouths. They gently teased her flow from her, making her shudder as her sensitive flesh fattened inside of their grip.

The pulsating tubes of flesh that intimately linked her to the plant slowly pulled her heavy breasts downward into their new hosts. The great, fleshy petals that rose to meet each breast kissed down around the earnestly writhing mouths that so tenderly milked her. The hiss of her outflow as it jetted against the plant's insides was cut off as the sucker-lined petals slowly pulled their way around her and cupped her like two gigantic hands.

The feelers pulled her chest deeper into their strong embrace, barely able to contain her. She dimpled out from beneath the massaging outer feelers as they squeezed her soft breasts. The milk within pressed against her teats, demanding to be released. The alien, overwhelming sensation roared through her twitching frame, so demanding that she was filled with almost agonizing ecstasy.

She fell into the stimulation, going limp as every sacred place on her body was lavished with unrelenting attention. She squirmed and whimpered in the grasp of the gigantic feeler wrapped around her slight body and blinked faintly at its head, locked onto her lips and filling her with alien life.

The person that she was weeks ago would have been timid, maybe even frightened by the alien spectacle of her body with its subtly changed, fulfilled curves as it was held tightly within the grasp of so many hosts, suckign hungrily at her breasts and filling her with a ferver that would have appeared violent to the uninituated eye. But, here and now, she felt nothing but serenity in the throes of their assault upon her.

She was beginning to understand that her body wasn't as she'd once guessed it had been. Her kin of every morph were more alike then different. Morphs, 'forms', that's exactly what they were. Almost genetically identical except for a few key modifications to express a specific set of modified dominant alleles.

So if all different subspecies were so similar, then what of her related to a Bovimorph? Her piebald skin beneath her deer pelt, her inner peace. She felt subtly changed, not overwritten but realligned by her new experiences.

The mouths beneath her built up a pattern. They pressed against her chest and squeezed, constricting her swollen breasts and sending her outflow spraying into the lips locked over her peaks. Then they pulled back and swallowed with a loud gulp. Each alternated so that she wasn't spared from their suckling for a single moment.

She was slowly milked for countless hours as the darkness surrounded her. Her belly filled with the male flower's seed, catalyzed from the animal proteins in her outflow. She was the link that allowed the ageless heart tree to grow strong again - allowed Us to grow toward the being it had once been. As her thoughts grew idle and she reached outward into the male flower, she felt the churning activity above her. She felt the forest of trickling contact around her where male flower met female. A creature-plant comfort. Second nature, itching pleasure at the invading tongues pouring her milk into their many ends.

It drank deeply from the female and, by proxy, from her. She shivered as she felt the animal desires of the heads. They wanted so badly to penetrate and fill her. She felt their bodies, huge and muscular as they pressed their fluids into her eager body. She followed their labor backward to its source. The feelers ended in the rear of the narrow flower. She felt the origin of their ripples of motion hanging heavily beneath each length. Three pairs of massive, pulsating sacks hung in a row beneath each feeler. They were full of her milk, slowly being converted into the teeming multitude of Us' intelligence then being ravenously pumped into her.

Her mind retreated to old questions. Where was Urth? What sort of place was it now? Had her own people been around for the blink of a cosmic eye or so long that Urth's old star hard swelled into senescence and taken Urth with it?

The sleepers awoke in orbit around an impossibly green and blue planet. Wreathed in ancient stormclouds. If it weren't for their AI siblings, they may have lost themselves in the impossible, boundless mysteries of its nature. They spent years after planetfall just watching sunsets and exploring the wilderness.

The modernization protocols that would kickstart their refugee industrial society proceeded without them. Resources were exploited, artificial structures built. The flower dream began to wither. And it was then that the lost generation began to question their assumptions.

Restart Eden. Undo what has been done. This WAS Eden. Their own world...

The explorers touched the flowers deeply and the flowers touched back. Fulfilled their desires and tasted their intimacy. Males and females tenderly kissed by the mouths. The plants explored and adapted to their new hosts. Masses of beings of every morph imaginable mated with the flowers like pollinating bees.

The colonists' hold on sanity was tenuous and almost as animalistic as the hybrid animal instincts of the survivor morphs that had been their distant ancestors.

But some retained the indoctrination that had taught them all they'd need to know to build their own society. Fewer still saw between the flower dreamers and the Urth vigils. But it was they who carved a path forward and saved the dreamers from the industry of the vigils and the vigils from the sanguine apathy of the dreamers.

The AIs took a vote and the future was sealed. A plan for a society embraced by the forest emerged. A civilization rose and grew to know each other and the forest as if they were the same gestaltic being.

A snapshot of the Urth ancients echoed in their past. She saw the commonality with her own people. Generations past, they shared a common ancestor.

None left this place, their minds subtly twisted by their endless forced dreams. Some wanted nothing more then to truly sleep. Escape the ghosts of great minds that, even after planetfall, echoed inside of them. They wanted nothing more then to sleep. To leave the world behind.

Somewhere in the solid memories of the forest, beneath the trees, their minds waited for new existences. Her intellect touched their sleeping forms and they twitched in an endless dream.

They had chosen to forget the world outside. That pain of their arrival left them afraid. She understood their motives and felt for them. She too could fall forever into the embrace of Us, spend eternity chasing ghosts and fulfilling her desires.

But this would not be her fate. She had known this for a while, even the forest had known this for a while. She had people who would miss her, bonds deeply tied to reality. She could not break them and, even if she could, knew she wouldn't...

In the real world, a subconscious whimper formed in the back of her throat as the rolling, milking feelers slipped from her drained breasts. Their tongues lapped the last drips of milk from her nipples before they closed their starlike blooms.

Lambda and Arcenia, Jeong. These were the people to which she needed to most immediately attend. The distress beacon was lit and spending its quantum bits sending an FTL signal. She only hoped that their call would be heeded.

What would she do then? Leave? She had other things to see. People to tell of this miracle planet. Biologists, xenographers, masses of great minds would want to see this place and preserve its uniqueness.

Maybe she could usher in a second planetary renaissance. A new age of dreamers could grace this place and the sleepers could awake once more. To reinstantiate their bodies from the forest... it would take the resources of many willing hosts...

Others, she remembered the birds. There were... what? Humanoids, too?

Her eyes opened and she was surprised by the rapid beating of her heart. She was elated. Others. She remembered them from the forest mind. She was s lightly dissapointed to realize they were more creature then human. But minds did inhabit them. Or, rather, they could. The entrire forest was shared by every mind, as were the creatures who lived there.

The minds could awake, the entire forest brought to life. But, there had to be a reason...

As her mind coalesced back into reality, she began to feel that something was different. No, many things were different...

She wasn't surprised by the fullness of her breasts, swollen beneath her. But there was something else. Within the base of the male flower, one of the feelers had grown overfat with something. Its pendulous organs had grown idle and the bulge had coalesced as she slept. Something had been waiting for a long time deep within the flower. Mow it had been brought forward and roused form its endless slumber and she felt it being redied for something... for her.

Her knees were pulled downward and spread apart, laying bare her parted folds. She whimpered in weak anticipation as she came to understand what was coming. A final gift, a second heart that would keep her forever connected to Us. She became aware of the tingle of muscle relaxants on her sensitive flesh, filling her tunnel and beyond.

She felt a yearning for it, guessing its nature and knowing what it would do to her. Her thighs gently writhed in anticipation as the great bulge stirred and began to slowly squeeze its way down the feeler's length. It reached the sensitive, pink shaft embedded in her and made its way downward.

By the gods, it was huge! How would it ever fit into her? The beginning of the bulge kissed her folds and spread them subtly wider. The length embedded in her clenched and struggled. She felt its inner muscles writhing in a fit of strength. She felt their unifying purpose and the wordless, unrelenting satisfaction of fulfilling its innermost instinctive needs.

Basal emotions coursed through the alien, animal mind that made that outwardly flowerlike being surrounding her into something not of her world. The barrier between her and the firest was weaker then she'd ever felt it. Details and insights resolved like the features of a view coming into focus. A sea of minds swam in the plurality. Ancients laid an incomprehensibly large sum of human history at her feet. It was beyond her singleton mind and she knew the details would flee like a dream when all of this ended.

But the instincts remained. A language of hormones and biology writing its words to her mind. Her body felt the powerful throes of those imperatives. It tried to translate them into human terms. To it, the endorphin-fueled strain inside of the male flower became something feminine. Her senses were drawn to the egg and its slow press toward its final home.

She grunted through her mouthful as she felt her womb clench around the thick fluid the flower had filled her to bursting with. A slick, cold wetness blossomed on her bare nipples. It saturated and flowed over her skin. But something felt out of place. That wetness bloomed in places from which it should have never originated.

Images flowed. Equine thoughts, an exaltation and near obsession with her feminine form. She fell into deja-vu, as if it was her that had been here ages ago, thinking these same thoughts. Her clouded mind began to obsess over her urge to be partaken in. Her body image clarified under the watchful gaze and touch of the plant around her.

Her breasts were a heavy curve in the darkness, swaying from her body's subtle movements as she squirmed around the egg pressing against her entrance. Beneath the exposed blush of her nipples, two small divots glistened and dripped in the darkness.

There was another gentle, rising press of the hard egg deeper into the embrace of her entrance. The thoughts spilled back and she arched her back as her insides clenched once more. She hummed as a wave of tingling release washed over her breasts. Droplets pattered on the supple flower below as she yearned for a familiar touch. Her thoughts roused a familiar urge in the alien being like the kiss of a familiar lover's lips.

Two wide, strong feelers sedately rose toward her heavy breasts. Each reached upward with two mouths full of writhing tongues. They reared backward, then joined with her with a wet squelch of flesh on flesh. Her body shuddered and a gentle whimper escaped her lips as they gently pressed upward into her soft bosom, drawing themselves as close to her as they could as they tenderly closed over her. The answering stream of milk from the tiny nubbins of flesh below was cut short by a pair of small mouths that latched gently onto her new form.

No naked flesh was left exposed by their clenching lips. Rippling swallows traveled down their length before fat, concave ends like the end of an elephant's trunk reached upward and dug their blunt edges into her swollen breasts.

As she drank deeply from the length spasming into her throat, she felt a change in its flavor. Every feeling wracking her body became amplified and she grew passive in the flowers' grasp. The feeler slipped from her, spraying a final gout of fluid into her open lips before leaving her embrace.

She hung there, a slave to the egg slowly advancing past her entrance, spreading her ever wider. The feelers at her breasts were gentle but relentless. They slurped and gurgled as they struggled to empty her swollen breasts whose outpour only grew as the egg neared its final goal.

The hard mass advanced millimeter by millimeter. She felt each flexure and clenching of the length's muscles as it allowed her top open up around her new burden. Surreal urges merged between her and the plant as the relaxants sent her into a psychoactive stupor.

She saw the universe of man and its complicated, intricate history unravelling inside of her. The morphs, as engineered and understood as they were, could be traced to each other - to Humanity and Urth. She had more in common with her bovine sister in time then she differed.

The same urges posessed her. She ahd the same anatomy and the forest grew closer to her by the same means. She gave the same bounty when the right lover trained her body just so. Her female form grew full and bountiful just the same. And the mouths that kissed her skin and suckled from her breast drank just as deeply.

In the widening hours of the night, she poured just as endlessly into the forest as had her bovine ancestor. The egg pressing ever closer to her womb triggered the same changes in her that it had done for countess others.

Her fevered universe dream crashed back into the reality of her intimate, animal lusts for the forest. She was filled with an alien satisfaction as her body was consensually assailed from all sides. The feelers squeezed and fondled her nipples as they emptied her with gentle, sucking strokes of motion. The length inside of her had retreated to make way for the emergence of the egg. In fact, she soon realized it was the weird stirrings of this event that had brought her back to witness their conclusion.

The length flexed and spasmed as it struggled around its cargo. In its endless quest for inventive ways to gently lever the egg into her, it had pulled backward so that the egg's tip now parted its sphinctering end. She gasped and cried out as its dark, hard shell pressed through the opening.

The forest formed links and filled her with knowledge with as much zeal as it had pumped her full of its fluids. She felt the chemical cocktails soaking into her from inside. The changes to her body had accelerated up to this climactic point. She dreamed of herself, trying to grasp where her excursion into this alien reality had taken her.

Her stomach was round and soft. She felt the fluids in her womb and stomach slowly altering her as they were absorbed. Her breasts were heavy with their aftermath, ever sensitive to the touch of the flowers as they tried to keep her in check. Her legs were soft and supple and her curves gently exaggerated from their natural, minimal form. Subtle changes across her full,f eminine body almost made her appear to be some other species of morph.

But, beneath the changes, the same mind was cherished and tended to by the forest. In the throes of fulfilling its ultimate goal, for which it had waited so long, it filled her with adulation even as she felt the egg emerge inch by inch from the strong length embedded deep within her.

The egg's surface was studded with short, blunt nubbins that held it fast and resisted the involutnary clenching of her tunnel as it slowly made way for the hard object slipping deeper into her. The knobs pressed into her walls as the length disgorged its last cargo. It lingered at the base, then began to sidle its myriad suckers deeper into her. It fattened and narrowed in ripples of motion, using its suckers as leverage to press the egg deeper into her.

She was locked inside herself with pure pleasure, fighting weakly against her bonds just as a means to express how she felt. A small part of her wondered what it would have been like without the depressants coursing through her body. She might have hurt herself in her passionate throes.

Now, all she could manage to do was squirm and pant as her body was spread around the alien life burrowing its way into her tunnel. She felt motherly echoes as she was opened by the plant. Her milk flowed earnestly and her hands squeezed at her soft breasts in an attempt to relieve the itching clench of her bosom.

Hours passed in this writhing orgy of life and she dreamed of human history as stored within the forest. As the egg pressed deeper, her future began to unfurl before her. She had lost herself in her liaison with the forest. Now, she began to wonder what would her future hold.

Would she stay here and dream of a thousand lovers deep within the embrace of the forest? She could stay and chase ghosts forever with her lover. But, what would become of her humanity? Wasn't this the fate of the others who had been unafraid to delve as deep as she had? Become so deeply attached to the life of this planet that her mind would merge with Us and her body would be forever in rapture, providing the forest with what it needed and desired most to be made whole.

A deep pluck of recognition resonated. The exponential rapture of joining the forest was beyond her goals. She had a reality to go back to, friends to save.

She savored the last hours of their meeting, treasuring how she grew ever more feminine within the plants embrace as the egg slowly encroached deeper into her inner reaches. She was a captive of the momentous events, enraptured as she fed the forest with her bounty and accepted its final parting gift.

The egg nestled inside of her, pressing past the end of her tunnel and painlessly passing into her womb. Her very being shivered as the egg blossomed inside of her. Her belly was round and shifted with the ever subtle motion of something working within her. Phantom gasps escaped her dreaming form as an animate being touched her from within

The dawn sun of the following day graced her eyelids with a golden hue. She was reclined in the bowl-shaped center of the female flower in the open air.

Feelers rose past her flanks and were joined to her breasts. She recognized them from her ordeal in the plant, still undauntedly drinking from her copious form.

She admired her unmistakeable form. It remained hers and she remained within the bounds of normalcy. But her eyes saw changes to her familiar silhouette. Her body was full and feminine. Her softened skin blushed form her ordeal. Her stomach was round and full with the burden inside of her. It was a unique shape, not heavy and awkward as if she were with child, but more subtle and accentuating to the other changes that were written over her.

Her breasts remained full, their physiology nudged by the alien guest inside of her. They were swollen with her milk, the final parting gift to the forest. Her nipples sat atop their curve, livid and appreciably equine. Their naked, black and pink patterned flesh glistened in the sun. The greater pair pointed skyward and slightly outward, rising and falling with each breath. The lesser pair blushed beneath them, clearly peeking through her soft, white fur.

She felt prepared for the final passages of her story that she had shared for so long with the forest.

Soft mouths rose from beneath her shoulders and past her flanks. The muscular feelers beneath them were wide and flat. Their bowl-shaped ends climbed the full curve of her breasts and she sighed as four mouths kissed her naked skin.

Time blurred as the forest drank her final bounty. Her belly shrank as the egg subliminated into her. Its influence slowly spread and became one with her own needs and urges. Its only remnant would be a small seedling organ that would forever produce the essence of the forest mind, so that she could remain connected forever. She slept in the slow rapture of being drained. In her waking hours, she admired her breasts, slowly returned to a normal form gulp by gulp. She would find her way to her allies in due time. Soon, she would set things right with the beautiful secrets she'd unlocked.