Peashooter
Moving doesn’t sound so bad when you want to start a new life. The problem is, when a zombie apocalypse breaks out across the world, it doesn’t exactly seem like the best time for a change of scenery. It was an absolute miracle to find out that some weird guy had created and distributed mutant plants capable of fighting off the undead. Too bad that, in his desire for peace, this creator had gone to live in a place so distant and secluded that the original seeds never made it out there.
Luckily for him, his new neighbor sold him a “cheaper and improved” version of the miraculous plants. He didn’t hesitate for a second and planted his very first seed.
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He was confused. Although it somewhat resembled the ones he had seen on television, it had more than obvious changes. It was a light green plant with a round head from which a circular, cannon-shaped mouth protruded, alongside round black eyes. It had a small leaf on the back of its head that simulated a sprout or hair; but what should have been a slender stem ended up being a... highly voluptuous figure.
—... Why does it have breasts?
It had a pair of cheerful, round breasts on its stem, full enough to jiggle every time it moved, and right above the ground where it was planted, it possessed a prominent backside, along with leaves that seemed to simulate hands and rather feminine features.
The two of them just stared at each other in silence. It didn’t take him long to go and complain to the neighbor who had sold him those seeds, but in the end, the argument led nowhere. If the woman was right, then they were “better” than the normal ones, so he preferred to let the results speak for themselves.
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A few days passed, and the plant was actually quite efficient at eliminating the few zombies that managed to make it into his yard. He continued to take care of his only plant and ended up growing quite fond of her; she seemed to return the feeling, judging by the happy purrs she let out.
—You really are an expert, little friend,— he said as he watered her, after clearing the yard following another long day against the zombies.—Brrrr...
Although he didn’t fully understand what she was saying, her company was quite pleasant. Even for a plant, she was very friendly and diligent; it was simply hard for him not to like her, no matter how awkward it could be at times to be around her. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just that her strange feminine characteristics accidentally caught his attention: her completely exposed breasts bounced with every shot, and he could swear she shook her juicy backside on purpose every time he looked at her.
Part of him knew it. At first, it was just minor flirting, but it seemed that every moment spent with her only increased the creature’s intentions. He knew he shouldn’t—she was just a plant, no matter how stimulating she looked—but the lack of contact with other humans since the neighborhood emptied out had led him to have certain thoughts.
He tried to step away to avoid the subject, but felt small leaves grabbing his pants. He turned around and looked at her. He wasn’t sure, but he could swear she was giving him a coquettish look while rubbing her soft breasts against his legs. Through the fabric, he could feel the firmness of his new friend. It was quite stimulating, and the plant knew it, as her fixed gaze on his crotch completely gave her away.
Her leaves slid smoothly until they reached the zipper of his pants. Delicately, she unzipped it and began to pull them down. He felt a bit embarrassed, but his member was already fully erect at her gentle touches. The plant seemed to smile as she opened her cannon wider.
It was the first time he had looked at it up close, and the inside actually closely resembled a human mouth. At this point, he didn’t even know what to think anymore; he just let himself go. The long cannon completely engulfed his member; it felt quite wet and slippery inside. She began to suck in a slow, rhythmic manner. The “muscles” of her cannon squeezed against him, milking him. It was his first experience with anything like this, and he couldn’t hold out for long; after a few more movements, he ended up cumming right inside his friend’s mouth.
She swallowed with joy and shot him another playful look before returning to her job of guarding the garden. The guy went back into his house with a strange feeling in his heart. It had simply been a very bizarre day.
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He hoped that as the days went by things would calm down, but the exact opposite happened. After their first time, the Peashooter had become much bolder. Every time they saw each other, one way or another, it ended in a milking session. On one hand, it felt weird doing it with a plant; on the other, he was far too grateful for her diligence in protecting him and for her company to want to deny her.
After a long day of defeating zombies, he began to water her from stem to head. He had noticed something a bit strange while doing so. It would be foolish not to notice: the plant had grown. Not only was she taller, but she was also, so to speak, plumper. Her breasts and backside had increased by a size or two, and even her stem had thickened. He wasn’t sure why and decided not to dwell on it; watching her gelatinous cheeks jiggle was simply too hypnotic a sight.
It was just a passing thought, but he had harbored a doubt for a while now. While she was distracted, he slid his hands toward her buttocks and parted them slightly.
—Burrrr~!
He let go immediately upon hearing what he believed was a moan, but he had already confirmed what he wanted to know. The question was: why would a plant have a vagina? It was small and green, but it was clearly one. Though at this point, nothing should surprise him anymore.
As for the pea plant, after the initial surprise, she directed a heated look at him. Something about that action had made her more eager. The boy watched as she began to move her thick hips in a clear provocation, and at this stage, he didn’t even hesitate.
He knelt down, pulled out his semi-erect member, and began to rub it between her pair of cheeks, while using his hands to test the texture of her breasts, kneading them. The plant could only moan as she was now the one receiving the pleasure. He kept rubbing against her until he felt she was ready. He positioned his member at the entrance of her now-wet vagina and pushed it in carefully.
It was a very different sensation from her mouth; it was much tighter. The feeling of being squeezed excited him to new levels. He increased the pace of his hips while noticing a bulge forming at the plant’s root with the passage of his member. How did that even work? It was an absolute mystery.
They spent a good while like that until both reached their climax, spilling their fluids onto the grass. From the sheer excitement, a few pea projectiles involuntarily dropped from the Peashooter’s mouth. The boy noticed this and an idea struck him: he took some of the peas and, before withdrawing completely from her “womb,” he pushed one of the projectiles inside her entrance.
—Brrrrrrrrrr~—What’s wrong? Do you want more?~ —he said, only to insert another one, and another after that.
Her stem bulged, simulating a belly with her own peas back inside her. They looked at each other; he had already accepted it. To reaffirm their bond, they joined their “lips” in a passionate kiss while rubbing against one another. Their tongues intertwined and played inside their mouths, and her leafy hands held his human hands. Now they would be together.
Both continued to pleasuring each other until a voice made them stop dead in their tracks.
—Hey neighbor! How are those seeds I sold y—... Oh. I-I... uh... I’ll come back later,— his neighbor said, turning around and pretending she hadn’t seen a thing.
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Well, what a great start.
