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THE HOTHOUSE HORROR

The new life form was a strange plant with an exotic scent--and a
sinister method of spreading its seed.

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The Vampire's Seduction

(F, FM, nc)
By: Punchinello
punchinello@pulperotica.com


Titan Base 1, 2053

Inside the main dome of Titan Base 1, down its long main corridor and
through the double doors that lay at the end was the Pacific Room, the
largest of the base's conference rooms. Space being at a premium on
the base, the room was reserved for only the most important of
meetings. But this was a very important meeting indeed: the
announcement of the discovery of a new form of plant life.

Doctor Sylvia Holdt rubbed her forehead gently while the others
chatted and caught a whiff of an unusual scent. She sniffed at her
wrist and found the strange odor, probably a tiny amount of plant oils
that had got on her in spite of the protective suit she wore when
working with the new species.

Doctor Holdt sipped her tea modestly while the other scientists across
the broad table chattered among themselves the implications of the new
discovery. The whole scientific community would soon be abuzz with the
news, just as these representatives were now. They wanted more
pictures, extensive video, genetic samples--and, of course, they
wanted to see the thing with their own eyes.

Doctor Holdt sniffed her wrist again, attracted to the unusual scent
in an indefinable way. She found herself slightly uncomfortable and
squirmed in her chair.

Across the room sat the man who had actually brought the discovery
into the base from the surface of Titan: Lieutenant Commander Peter
Macintyre. He sat leaning against the low cabinet that ran the length
of the room, coldly observing the commotion. He had a calm, quiet,
almost motionless manner, as if he were a predatory cat eyeing its
potential prey. The only thing about him that moved were his eyes:
cool blue, darting from one scientist to another as they spoke.

As dark-haired, doe-eyed doctor watched the handsome man, she slipped
her hand under the table to scratch an itch on her thigh, high on the
inside, and continued rubbing gently, moving inward toward her womanly
center. She found herself strangely anxious and unable to sit still.
She looked away from Macintyre and around the room, but it was no
help. She tried to look casual as she pressed her hand into her
crotch, massaging herself gently, squeezing her legs together to make
the sensations more intense. This was what she needed; suddenly, she
wanted desperately to be alone.

But the sensuous scientist was jolted out of her reverie by another
question. "Doctor?" asked the Russian scientist, the only other woman
in the room, "Do you have a name for it?"

Doctor Holdt smiled bashfully--and beautifully. She and her assistant
Dennis had indeed named the historic species. "Yes," she replied, "but
I hadn't planned to make it official until my assistant and I could
publish the complete written report."

"Well, don't keep us in suspense, doctor," demanded the grizzled
Commander Polczic, clearly not in suspense at all.

She replied, "Xenofloris Titanus."

"Ahh, 'Alien Blossom of Titan,'" the English scientist translated.
"How fitting."

"I might have thought you would have named it after yourself, doctor,"
remarked the French scientist, who had been flirting with the shapely
Doctor Holdt all day. "It is fairly customary to name a new species
after its discoverer."

Before Doctor Holdt could speak, the lieutenant commander spoke up.
"Actually, I'm its discoverer," LC Macintyre reminded them coolly.

"So you are, I suppose," sniffed the Frenchman.



"Doctor Holdt, are you busy this evening?" came a voice from behind
her as she left the Pacific Room. It was Macintyre. The woman cringed
inwardly. "There's an aspect of this I'd like to discuss with you," he
said.

Doctor Holdt stopped to face him. She had to crane her neck to look up
at him. "I appreciate the continued interest, commander; but as I see
it, your work is done. You brought Xenofloris Titanis off the surface
and into the lab. Now it's the scientists' turn."

The remaining scientists brushed past them, flushed with professional
euphoria and expectations of a viewing on the following day. Doctor
Holdt began walking away, toward the elevators.

"As I said; there's another aspect to this," Macintyre began, "a
security aspect."

"Everything has a security aspect to you people," she said over her
shoulder.

Macintyre ignored the insult. "My men--" He waited until they reached
the elevators, to avoid being overheard. As they did, the elevator
announced its arrival; they both stepped in. Doctor Holdt pressed the
button for the top floor, where her hothouse laboratory had access to
the meager sunlight offered by the Titanian sky.

Safe in the elevator, alone, Macintyre continued, "My men reported
some...unusual reactions to coming into contact with the lifeform."

The beautiful scientist look over her glasses at the soldier. "Your
men should not have come into contact with the lifeform without
clean-suits," the doctor chided. "If you're looking for a security
violation, I think you've found it." Doctor Holdt stepped out of the
elevator and marched down the corridor toward the hothouse lab.

"The fact of the matter is--"

"Thank you for escorting me to my lab, commander," Doctor Holdt said
flatly, pressing her ID badge to the scanner. "I'll keep you informed
of any security issues I uncover."

Macintyre bit his tongue and turned away as Doctor Holdt entered the
lab.

He was barely fifteen feet away before she screamed.

Macintyre raced back as the door re-opened. The hothouse lab was a
shambles--a table overturned, glass everywhere, instruments scattered
on the floor. "Xenofloris Titanus," she said quietly. "It
has...grown."

Macintyre and Doctor Holdt gazed across the near end of the ruined
laboratory. There, they saw the alien plant had burst its container
and grown to enormous size: the leafy base six feet across, its
supporting stem so thick and trunk-like that it had fallen on its side
and now sported a great bulge in the middle. It had stretched its
roots across the steel plate flooring and into the soft loam of the
hothouse's open plant area.

"It's overgrown other plants in its path," Macintyre said, advancing
warily. "Absorbed them."

"Incredible," Doctor Holdt observed, also creeping closer to the
monster plant.

Macintyre picked up a notebook and read an entry. "'The subject's
seedlings have flourished. It's displaying blossoms similar to the
plants it has absorbed. It appears to have incorporated their genetic
material into its own!'" Macintyre looked up. "How is that possible?"
he asked.

"Is isn't, commander--not among life as we know it." She took the
notebook. "The final entry: 'The aroma is strange--somehow alluring.
It seems to require contact with human skin to take on this effect,
perhaps by some combination of the plant's essential oils and the
hormones--'"

"What about them?"

"That's all. It just...stops."

Macintyre suddenly had a sick feeling and began looking all around.
"Doctor Holdt?" he said to the entranced scientist. "Where is your
assistant?"

She looked around, even daring move around Xenofloris, looking for
Dennis. Slowly, both of them returned to focus on the monstrous plant
with the suspicious bulge in its misshapen trunk. Then, to both of
them, the plant took on the semblance of a gigantic constrictor snake,
lazing in the jungle shade after gorging on a wild pig, swallowed
whole.

"Oh my GOD!" the woman gasped.

"Stay calm," Macintyre ordered. "Don't get carried away. There has to
be an explanation. Maybe your assistant left the lab; maybe he ran
away to report this."

"Dennis!" Holdt called. "Dennis are you here?" Her voice echoed off
the glass roof and metal walls far in the distance, but only faintly.
The hothouse beyond the lab was a thick growth of Earth plants of all
sorts, allowed to grow wild and lush, an almost impenetrable mass in
places. "He must have left the lab. He would have reported it if he
had seen the thing...moving."

"This is a big place. Let's look for him in here," Macintyre said,
turning the doctor around bodily and putting his arm around her
shoulders. "I'll radio for security to search his quarters and other
likely places." He ushered her toward the hothouse jungle, but she
went slowly, numbly.



Macintyre radioed for any reports of unusual activity in the hothouse
lab. Nothing had been reported. They searched down the hothouse's
long, haphazard rows of lush green plants, so overgrown that it really
was like a jungle. They tried to radio Dennis directly, but without
luck. Macintyre sent security to Dennis's quarters and to the common
areas nearby where he might be found. As they turned back, Macintyre
ordered security to go to the infirmary to inquire about injured and
unconscious patients brought in that day.

While Macintyre finished the call--no Dennis; no unidentified
patients--Doctor Holdt returned to the hothouse lab.

The plant had blossomed.

A sickening stench of rotting flesh wafted from the huge, blood red
bloom. A trail of blood and slime led away.

"Oh my dear God," she murmured, slowly comprehending the horror before
her. She wandered off, looking for Dennis, fearing he had been trapped
by the giant plant, hoping had since escaped. She followed the trail
toward the wall of windows.

When she found the creature released from the belly of the monstrous
plant, Doctor Holdt found it basking in the sun at the window.

It twisted this way and that, clearly a thing that was not--or at
least no longer--the man she knew as her assistant. It was naked,
slimy with blood and other fluids, and mottled green and red in color.
Its limbs were sinewy and branch-like, its fingers wiry tendrils. Its
face was an unruly mass of vegetative matter, with tiny black eyeballs
and a gaping, gasping mouth. The creature turned to her, revealing its
horror fully, and moved toward her, shambling and reaching. She
screamed in terror.

"Doctor Holdt! Doctor Holdt?!" It was Macintyre calling for her from
the lab, unable to tell which way she went.

The woman backed away, then ran toward the lab, gasping and sobbing,
lashing out for a weapon, scrambling for a hiding place.

The creature pursued her as she ran for the laboratory proper. It
caught her with scratching appendages and tore at her clothes. She
shuffled out of her lab coat as it pawed at her, making a hideous
gurgling in its throat, stinking that strange odor, but it dropped the
coat and tore at her dress, ripping the back. She twisted away and ran
further, screaming--but had lost her bearings and ran back into the
virtual jungle of plants in the hothouse.

The Doctor's dress was in tatters, hanging off her shapely body like a
rag, revealing her plain brassiere and panties. Her breasts her small
and conical, jutting out from her chest. Her panties were loose and
frilly, belying her feminine side--one she never imagined would be
revealed in the hothouse. She stumbled in the thick undergrowth and
fell, and so crawled through the loose mulch and soil and leaves for
cover. Her body was on fire with strange, unbidden feelings. She had
gotten close to the creature--much too close--and the scent of it was
a concentrated formula of the scent she had smelled on her wrist
earlier and which Dennis had described in his notes. It was a powerful
lure.

No--It was a human pheromone: an aphrodisiac.

A sense of dread filled Doctor Holdt suddenly. How could this be? How
could this alien plant mix its chemicals with those of her assistant
and produce a sexual attractant? And for what purpose? For mating? The
thought repelled her, horrified her.

"Doctor Holdt! Doctor Holdt?!" echoed Macintyre's call. But he was
further away this time, and the woman knew that to call out to him
would only bring the plant creature.

The unnatural creature pursued her through the foliage, finding her
again at last and quickly cornering her. She screamed uncontrollably,
desperate for Macintyre--her only hope. But her head clouded with
doubt, with strange sensations. The sickly-sweet aroma of the monster
caught her senses.

Now, the panicked woman saw, the creature displayed a bulging groin, a
cyst which opened, revealing a fantastic blossom. And at the center of
that blossom was a large, stiff stamen. The alien plant creature meant
to mate with her! To impregnate her to further evolve its horrible
species! She screamed in utter horror and revulsion.

Then the cloud settled on her mind as the young woman was overcome by
the scent. It wafted through her, inside her. It was strong, musky,
sweet, and yet somehow delicate--and intensely erotic. It filled her
with an intense sexual urge, an animal desire to mate. It overwhelmed
her completely, and her knees buckled as she fainted. She only vaguely
felt herself pulling at her brassiere, exposing her breasts, pushing
at her panties, revealing the dark blonde mound the monster sought.

The plant creature pinned its powerless victim down and tore away the
remaining rags of clothing in the way, scratching her skin, drawing
thin lines of blood on her thighs. She lay back, helpless in its grasp
and in the grasp of its scent. The creature prepared to penetrate her
womanhood. Weakly, unwillingly and repulsed but somehow compelled, she
spread her shapely legs.

Just then, gunshots rang out. Bits of plant matter and blood sprayed
up. The creature spasmed in pain. It was Macintyre, shooting the
monster with his service blaster. The creature leaped up and rushed
away, wounded. Doctor Holdt rose from her lust-soaked haze and ducked
into the vegetation to hide again.

"Doctor!" the soldier cried, astonished that she would flee from him
also.

Macintyre went after her, but she was ashamed of her nakedness and
behavior. "Find it! Kill it! But stay away from me!" she cried.

"Are you hurt?" Macintyre asked. "Where are you? Come here," he
hissed.

Doctor Holdt pushed back the vegetation a little. "Here," she
whispered. "Don't come too close. I'm naked."

"My God!" Macintyre exclaimed. "Was it trying to ravish you?"

"Yes! It must have some kind of mating instinct. It's odor is a human
pheromone--a sexual chemical, like a natural perfume, but much more
powerful." She remained hidden in shadow as they discussed the
creature's origin and wonder how badly it was injured.

Then there was a rustling in the undergrowth. "It's coming," Holdt
squeaked in terror. Macintyre leaped into the bushes and found himself
side by side with the nude form of Doctor Holdt. She huddled close to
him despite her undignified state of undress; even her stockings were
torn nearly off, and she had lost both shoes--she was almost
completely nude.

Then the creature passed by them where they hid, close enough that the
two both caught the scent of its bizarre blossom. Holdt raised his
blaster, but found his head clouded, his arms heavy. Indeed, Doctor
Holdt's arms where around him, weighing down his own, embracing him
shamelessly. "My God, it's incredible," Macintyre breathed.

"Like a drunken stupor," the doctor murmured, pressing hot kisses on
his neck. "I can't stop myself. I must have you, commander."

Suddenly, a clawing appendage burst through the vegetation and
stretched at Macintyre's chest. The soldier swore and fumbled for the
blaster as the creature burst through the brush. It tore at him,
ripping through his shirt and carving scratches on his chest.
Macintyre leveled the blaster and squeezed off a shot, thrusting the
monster back half a meter. It howled in anguish and advanced again,
but the soldier blasted it again, twisting it half-around with the
powerful, point-blank firepower. The monster suddenly leaped off into
the jungle again.

A heartbeat later, Doctor Holdt had thrown her arms around Macintyre.
"It's gone! We're safe! Take me now, commander! I can't stand it!"

"You fierce little bitch," Macintyre muttered, smothering her mouth
with his own. Overcome with lust, still terrified for their lives,
Holdt and Macintyre hastily stripped off the soldier's tattered shirt,
pushed down his trousers, and fell together in a desperate embrace of
flesh against flesh.

"Fuck me, please," the woman begged, pulling Macintyre closer and
spreading her legs wide. "Please fill me up with your cock."

"Spread your pussy," Macintyre growled. "I'm gonna fuck you till you
scream."

"Oh God, yes!" Holdt groaned as his swollen and rigid dick met her wet
and waiting pussy. "I can't believe I'm doing this! Oh God! Make me
scream, Macintyre. Make me come screaming. Oh yes! Yes!"

Macintyre thrust hart into the petite woman's wet and waiting center.
She gasped and groped at him, pulling him into her. He pounded Holdt's
hot and juicy cunt again and again. The two groaned in lusty harmony,
pulling and grasping at one another's naked bodies, mouths meeting in
hungry, demanding kisses.

Macintyre rose to his knees in the black soil and leaf litter, raising
Doctor Holdt with him for better leverage against her pelvis. "Don't
stop!" Holdt cried. "Fuck! Fuck me harder! Oh! Oh!" Macintyre kissed
her again to quiet her ecstatic cries. He pounded her harder, faster,
with angry thrusts that satisfied his most animal desires. And at last
the two came in thunderous, shuddering orgasms together, his creamy
jism spewing into her hot hole even as he continued fucking her,
filling it, spilling out with lewd, wet noise as his cock slid in and
out.

"Ohhh! Yeah..." the petite doctor moaned as Macintyre finally withdrew
and collapsed beside her. "God, how wonderful--like nothing I've ever
known...."

"We're not out of danger," Macintyre reminded her. "That thing is
still out there somewhere." He wearily dragged himself up and found
his service blaster.

Macintyre pulled up his trousers and went into the jungle foliage to
search out the creature. He followed the route he had seen it shamble
off in when he'd shot it earlier and soon found tell-tale speckles of
its strange blood. Deeper into the hothouse undergrowth he went,
listening intently, wishing the security detail would show up.

Then, in a circular clearing designed as a sitting area, the soldier
saw it. The creature lay on a bench, bathed in the pale light of the
sun that filtered through the hothouse windows high above and down
through the leaves of the tree canopy. He could see it breathing,
nursing its wound, but even as he watched, it rose and stood upright,
turning its hideous mottled head toward him.

With a grunt and a lurch, the monster rushed him, a horror with
murderous intent. Macintyre leveled his blaster and fired again and
again, blasting away parts of its head and chest in an attempt to
destroy its most vital organs, assuming it was built more like a human
than a plant.

The creature finally fell, gasping and coughing, bleeding and oozing,
on the floor of the hothouse that had accidentally given it life.



Macintyre wandered toward the lab again, calling out for Doctor Holdt,
feeling foolish that he still called her by that name when they had
only just made violent love together. Doctor Holdt emerged from the
greenery, still nearly naked, bruised but not seriously hurt. She
covered him with kisses and whispers. She still smelled of the beast's
affecting aroma.

"That scent," he moaned, pressing into her soft hair, groping her bare
flesh. "It's still on your skin. It's incredible. It's driving me
crazy."

"I want you again," she breathed. "I do; I can't stop myself."

"The security team will be here any second," he said, kissing her neck
and cheek.

"Stay with me tonight, Commander," she pleaded desperately, caressing
his bare chest. "I'm so afraid--and so feverish. I've got to have more
of you. Please say you will."

"I will," he said quietly. "I want to hold you in my arms again and
make love to you properly. We can take all the time we want."

The naked woman slipped on a lab coat just as the security team
arrived. They were careful to demand the team put on hazardous
material suits before coming close to the doctor.


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