Bee and Flower 2

Emma hunched forward, frowning, her entire face pinched into a mask of distraught concentration. She squirmed in place, wings occasionally buzzing frantically, abdomen rising and falling in unconscious jabbing motions in reaction to occasional bouts of frustration.

“No… nonono… how… son of a…”

On a screen, two little vaguely man-like characters expertly tossed a third over a railing. The action was immediately followed by a ‘ding ding ding’ and a voice saying “Red team wins!”

Emma bit her lip, and side-eyed Yvette who was smiling smugly, resting off to the side. The alraune had a game controller in her hands, with another gripped in a tangle of her vines. Upon her victory, she immediately stretched up, arms raised high, her mouth open in an exaggerated but silent cheer.

Emma sighed, and put down her own two controllers, one held in each pair of hands, before massaging her temples ruefully, “I don’t think I am very good at playing one character in this game, let alone two at the same time.”

“Oh c’moooooon,” Yvette whined, leaning over to stare pleadingly into Emma’s eyes, “you’re getting better, you just need more practice.”

The two monster girls were sitting in Yvette's poorly lit living room. Emma looked around again, and casually eyeing the multitude of big, earth filled pots scattered about the room, each of them with Yvettes roots trailing out.

Yvette was apparemtly a hard core gamer, but her vegetative nature had lead to the problem of her actually needing to be rooted in earth as much as possible. After several other attempts to solve the problem, apparently Yvette just stored a lot of planters inside to root herself in as she played her games. 

But, as could be expected, rooting and uprooting herself lead to massive amounts of loose dirt just laying on the hardwood floor. Emma stared at the mess in mild discomfort, feeling an urge to sweep it up, but that was the least of the issue.

Yvette was apparently a slob. The house was a disorganized mess, the sink was full of dishes, and dust and mud coated everything. The trash can was piled high with packages of junk food, various knick knacks and tchotkes littered every surface, and Yvette’s idea of clothing storage seemed to be wherever there was an open space of floor or an unoccupied place a shirt could hang.

Shirt, very specifically. Apparently Yvette did not own any other form of clothes. Just t-shirts with various nerdy designs, not a hint of anything else.

Emma eyed the plant girl. The fact that there was no bras or underwear was especially notable. Apparently Yvette wore all clothes only reluctantly, and shortly after the two went inside, she proclaimed she was ‘too hot’, and proceeded to toss her shirt into a random corner with impressive disregard.

Not that Yvette had anything to be ashamed of, Emma reminded herself. A lot of the new species were very comfortable with nudity, and they were both women after all. But nevertheless, Emma couldn’t help but feel distracted. Smelling nectar was tempting enough even before she could literally see where it was coming from.

Emma shifted in her seat, a plush ottoman, and once again noted the other source of her discomfort as she did. Manspreading had nothing on what an alraune did. Apparently when they weren’t actively manipulating their vines, said vines would slowly spread out across the area, creeping across the room and especially up anything in it. Every so often Emma could feel them, probing at her chitinous feet, attempting to wriggle up her leg. Over time they had climbed her seat, and were now gently teasing the edges of her thighs, her bottom, and even occasionally trying to squirm up Emma’s bobbing abdomen.

It was somewhat worrying that a part of Emma didn’t want to dissuade the floral encroachment. Yvette has noticed what she was subconsciously doing once already, and had pulled herself back. But as the demands of the game focused Yvette’s conscious attention, again the sprawl that was Yvette continued its advances.

Emma reasoned she could sit further away from Yvette to get her personal space back. However, at the same time, she also found herself wondering how much more tangled she could get if she allowed herself to sit even closer to the flower girl. To become even more immersed within Yvettes intruding vegetation, allowing it full access to each and every inch of her trembling, naked body…

“Fucking cock biting asshole munchers, they have to be cheating!” Yvette suddenly shrieked in rage, snapping Emma out of her fantasies.

Emma, jolted out of her extremely private musings, suddenly noticed what was actually going on in the game she had been playing on autopilot. Sometime during the evening, and Emma wasn’t quite sure when, she and Yvette had started playing teams against random folk on the internet. Emma found herself surprised to notice one of her characters still alive, being chased around the game’s arena. 

“Uh oh,” Emma groaned, now actively engaging in her digital cowardice.

Yvette, her face alight with predatory delight, began to creep closer to Emma while spastically calling out advice, “Ok, down the stairs! Quick, turn and hit that guy!”

As Yvette approached, Emma could smell the scent of her nectar growing stronger. The girl pulled in behind Emma’s left shoulder, her petals close enough to flutter at the edge of Emma’s hips, and brush against her abdomen. Emma felt Yvette lean in, the softness of Yvette’s bosom gently pressing against Emma's exposed wings. Yvette’s breath tickling the back of Emma’s neck.

“Ok. C’mon… that way… around the corner… ok, yeah, smack him again…” Yvette continued to whisper excitedly. 

Emma let her lower pair of hands drop, and rest against the silken vines twisting across her lap.

“Oh my god, yes yes yes,” Yvette pressed harder into Emma’s back, grabbing Emma’s shoulders excitedly as she did, “you’re doing it, just… one… more…”

Emma bit her lip, and straightened out her back just a little, pushing back against Yvette's body as she did, while simultaneously causing her own chest to press tight against the confines of her shirt and bra enough to send a tingle down her spine. Emma gasped just a little, and became aware of a distinct wetness beginning to suffuse her nethers. Even as he upper arms kept up their efforts on the controller, Emma could feel her idle lower hands fill with an urgent energy to do something, anything, to help relieve a mounting need throbbing in so many places upon her body…

Yvette suddenly pulled away, blooming like a firework as both hands, and all vines, swept upwards to the ceiling, “Sweet zombie jesus, you did it Emma!” 

Emma blinked, confused and feeling distinctly unsatisfied. Vaguely she realized Yvette was cheering like a Spanish announcer during the winning soccer goal, and the tv screen was actively showing her and Yvette’s team gaining the match winning point.

“I knew you had it in you Emma,” Yvette crowed.

Emma felt her wings buzz as she glanced about, a tiny bit bewildered, “Beginners luck I guess?”

“We should put that to the test,” Yvette grinned maniacally.

Emma glanced about her surroundings, a little unnerved at how disoriented she had become. Confused, and with mixed feelings about… well, everything, Emma glanced at her phone looking for an excuse to…

Shit.

“It’s twelve thirty already?” Emma exclaimed in despair.

Yvette looked like she saw a truck run over her ice cream, seeming to almost wilt a bit in disappointment, “Oh, I guess you have to work in the morning?”

“I have to be up at six,” Emms groaned, hastily rushing to the door, her wings already spreading with her anxious need to fly off, “Sorry. I have to go.”

“Well… don’t be a stranger,” Yvette said with an odd grin, as she crept to the door to see Emma out, “stop by anytime!”

Emma nodded, trying to seem cheerful through the panic flooding her, “Oh, I definitely will. Thanks for the games Yvette!’

With that, Emma darted off into the night at speed in the general direction of her apartment, with one brief pause to peer back to see Yvette watching her from the window.

Thoughts of the evening chased Emma all the way home however. Meeting Yvette, the yard, the house, the smell. That enticing smell that, even as Emma entered her apartment through her balcony door, seemed to follow her.

Except… maybe the smell wasn’t all in Emma’s head. As she stripped down for bed, she noticed a spot of something wet, and vaguely sticky, on the back of her pants. 

And it smelled absolutely delicious.

***

Emma did not, in fact, wake up in time to go to work. She did manage to call in sick, citing insomnia, and having worked hard to maintain a good reputation at work her boss didn’t give her a hard time about it.

However, even after several hours of sleep after that, she did wake up feeling rough in several ways, including a soreness in a notable part of her anatomy, a headache from dehydration, and the most literal case of cotton mouth she had ever had due to the fact she woke up still sucking on her pants.

The various plants about her apartment were definitely judging her that morning. Actually, chances are a few other the neighbors were as well, even though Emma had additional help keeping her nocturnal activities muffled.

The light of day only made her shame worse. She eyed her room, the twisted bed sheets soaked in sweat, the mangled pillows. Her favorite personal massager was lying cracked on the floor, and one of her corner bed posts had broken off her bed. An impressively clean bottle of liquid honey was lying on her bed stand, and there were dents in the wall at about the same height as the top of her headboard.

Emma didn’t know how to feel about the situation. When it was revealed that many new species were possessed of “passionate urges” Emma had assumed she just lucked out to become a more dignified, demure race. She had been happy to think of herself as a more family friendly species: a cute fluffy bumble bee that was just a few cup sizes away from being a lovable Disney character.

Then again, if fantasizing about… things… had been that intense, well. Emma wasn’t about to argue with a good time.