Erotic Horror X is for Xylem

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too Stacy. Whatever we are going to do, we better do it in a hurry, because I fear we really are running out of time. But at the same time, we're going to have to find a way to feed it, other than using you all the time. If we don't, it's going to use you all up, and I think we both know that," he told her worriedly.

It took every thing they had to move it onto one of the large flats they used for moving bulk items. Rolling the creature into the back area at least got it out of the way for simple walk-in customers. But its hunger was growing insatiably. For the moment, all they could do was feed it until they could come up with some way to destroy the thing.

"Good morning Mrs. Stevens!" Danny stated as a long time customer of his came into the store. "What can we do for you this morning?" he asked.

"I'm looking for some petunias," she smiled. "I have the entire south-side of the garden area that I want to fill with them."

Danny shot Stacy a knowing look. They'd been waiting for the perfect opportunity all morning. The creature had already expressed it was growing impatient, hungry. Stacy had stayed out of the back area entirely at Danny's suggestion, but they couldn't afford to wait much longer.

"I'll be right with you!" he told her. "Stacy? Can I see you for a moment please?"

He met her near the back door. "Keep an eye on things up here," he told her conspiratorially. "I doubt it will take too long, the things really hungry," he added unnecessarily. "Just make sure no one comes back here."

"You sure this is going to work?" she asked nervously.

"I hope so," was all he could say. "As long as she doesn't remember anything, it should!"

Danny walked back to where Mrs. Stevens was patiently waiting. "Mrs. Stevens? I think we have plenty of petunias for you to choose from. If you'd like to follow me into the back?"

He led her to the door, opening then holding it for her as she entered. "This way," he said leading her down one of the long isles his eyes locked on to the 'thing' now as he turned pointing towards several tables filled with multicolored flats of petunias.

"Perfect!" the woman said smiling.

"I'll get you a cart so we can put whatever you wish to purchase on it for carry out," Danny suggested. He'd positioned Mrs. Stevens perfectly. And as expected, the creature suddenly reached out grabbing her, enfolding the woman within its leafy wings. There was but a brief momentary look of surprise, but then it was gone. Her face now serene, relaxed. Danny watched as the creature slowly, methodically began undressing its dinner.

In doing so, Danny also realized this was not going to be a 'fast-food' type of meal. They had let the creature go too long, it was going to take its time and savor the delicacy that it had been given. Danny had no choice but to stand there and watch. Whenever the creature was done, he would need to help redress and reposition her when she woke, then hope and pray that she wouldn't freak out by her momentary lapse in awareness.

It had picked the woman up like a rag-doll. Its feathered leaves working independent, yet coordinated with one another as it peeled her like a banana, dropping away her clothing faster than one might imagine. As each item fell to the floor, Danny scrambled picking her clothing up, setting it off to the side in preparation for redressing her when the thing was finally done feeding off her.

"Feeding," Danny mused as he now watched in revulsion as the creature lifted her slightly higher. For the first time, Danny saw what appeared to be a dark green sheath suddenly emerge from somewhere within the tangle of folded feathery leafs. He watched in abject fascination, as the creature seemed to 'skin' itself, much like pulling back on the foreskin of a penis, the sudden appearance of a white tipped bark-like prick emerging. Danny nearly turned his head away, so repulsed by this, but watched anyway as the creature slowly slid it's Xylem-like prick inside her, and began fucking her with it. "Not feeding, fucking," Danny thought to himself. They weren't feeding it. They were sacrificing to it so that it could simply fuck and thus temporarily satisfy it's obvious carnal needs.

"Hmm, fuck me!" Danny heard for the first time. The chills now coursing up and down his spine. The creature had somehow made the connection, changing what it had been calling it, to what it really and actually was. And worse, Danny could almost feel as well as hear the mirth in its words as he heard them over and over again.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Danny spun, hearing the sound of the double doors opening behind him. Stacy had heard it too, unable to keep her curiosity at bay. Danny tossed her an angry look. She stepped out, allowing the doors to close behind her once again.

"Shit!" Danny thought, turning back towards the creature as it extended poor Mrs. Stevens out even further away from itself, now slamming her onto it's thick extended shaft with abandon, all the while its words being spoken over and over again.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The thing held her, caressing her, using her everywhere at once. It was bad enough watching all that, but the expression on the poor woman's face was one of pure unbridled ecstasy. There was no mistaking it, though she might not be aware consciously of what was occurring, her body certainly was. The thing played with her enormous breasts. Danny stood, sickeningly mesmerized by it, watching as it's leafy, feathery like fingers toyed with the tips of her nipples, brushing them, teasing them.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" it now simply said, repeating itself over and over again. But worse, Mrs. Stevens was herself moaning, crying out in pleasure now, adding her own eerie little words to the bizarre coupling now taking place. "Fuck!'

"Me!" she said

"Fuck!'

"Me!"

"Fuck!"

"Me!"

As big as the creature's phallus was, Danny couldn't help but wonder if it would cause the poor woman damage. Later, much, much later, once she was back home, would she not wonder at the tenderness?" Danny considered. This really was getting out of hand. If they didn't come up with a solution, and soon...somebody eventually would begin to wonder and start asking questions.

"Fuck!"

"Me!" she was giggling happily, the creature thrusting in and out of her now with a rapidity that caused it's leafy-bushy form to shimmer, shaking almost violently. And then it climaxed!

The shrill of its release drove Danny down to the floor on his knees. He could almost hear the things cry of ecstasy as it reverberated inside his mind, echoing like thunder, though the high-pitched shrill of pleasure emanating from it more like a wail, until Danny realized that was in fact Mrs. Steven's crying out in her own orgasmic bliss.

Danny barely managed to catch her before she toppled to the ground. The creature now spent, once again silent unmoving. Hurriedly he called out for Stacy, and then began dressing her as rapidly as it was possible for him to do. Stacy joined him moments later.

They had gotten her dressed, Danny having also loaded the cart with several flats, hoping he'd not over done it. He now stood holding her, feeling her slowly beginning to come around. Timing was everything. As her legs took on strength, he waited until the last possible moment before stepping away. She swayed momentarily, and then seemed to come into herself.

"Is there anything else we can do for you today Mrs. Stevens?" Danny asked cheerfully.

She looked at him curiously for a moment, her face showing a brief expression of bewilderment. She glanced down at the cart full of flowers. "Ah no, no...that should be it," she stammered slightly, then looked back towards him and smiled. "Sorry," she added. "I seem to have spaced off there for a second. Must be the heat!" she offered.

"Yes, it is going to be a rather hot one today," Danny agreed. "I wouldn't recommend you trying to plant these until much later this evening, or even preferably tomorrow morning. As long as you keep them wet, they should be ok."

"Thank you," she said then followed Danny out to the front where she paid for her purchases.

Their days were becoming nightmares, over and over, the same routine. Selecting someone, then ushering them out back under the pretense of showing them selections. The sudden attack, the mind-numbing altering capture by the sentient being, then the diatribe of the creature as it took its pleasure from its victims.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

And there had been one too many close calls. As in the case of Ms. Brown, who turned out to be a Mr. Brown. Obviously something that had been kept as a well-guarded secret in this quiet, tiny little community. Upon realizing this, Danny wondered briefly if the creature would become violent, angry at this unusual discovery. But to his shock and horror however, if anything, the creature seemed to enjoy this sudden unexpected diversity.

Danny stood motionless, paralyzed as the thing buggered Mr. Brown from behind. Worse, watching, as the creature seemed to enjoy stroking the poor man's prick, watching as Mr. Brown eventually climaxed simultaneously with the now big bushy tree. Danny saw the poor man's spunk fall upon several of the creature's lower limbs. Amazingly, within seconds, all that sperm had been absorbed into its leaves.

When Danny and Stacy returned later, where those droplets of semen had approximately landed, the leaves were now even greener, healthier looking.

"Water...me!" It had now added to its repertoire "Water me!"

Danny reached for the hose; not fully understanding the sentient's intent.

"No! You! Water...me!" It spoke.

"Ah Danny?" Stacy spoke actually trying to hold back a smile. "I think it wants you to jerk off on it!"

"No fucking way!"

"Way!" Stacy assured him.

Danny stood looking towards the creature with an incredulous expression on his face. "I'm not sure that I can Stacy. I mean the idea of actually doing that."

"Oh, so it's ok if the damn thing stands there and fondles me, but its not ok if you simply jerk off all over it?" she asked.

She had a point there.

"And one more thing," she added. "This thing never IS ever...going to fuck me either! I don't care how many women, or men...we have to lure back in here. This thing is never touching me again! I can't even stand the thought of it slipping its, its...big woody prick or whatever the hell you call it, into me! Even the thought of that makes me sick!"

"Then don't think of it in those terms," Danny suggested. "Think in biological terms, call it a Xylem," he suggested. "That's how I have to think of it myself."

"That would make it easier," she agreed. "But it's still waiting for you to 'water' it," she reminded him, as it now did as well.

"Water...me!"

"Shit!" Danny said unzipping his pants.

"Maybe if I helped?" Stacy asked.

"Well, that would make it easier," Danny sighed in relief as Stacy began working him up enough to water the plant.

After closing that night, they had driven the five miles to a nearby park. After several semi-dangerous 'tests', they had finally determined there really was a limitation in its abilities. At least here they could talk freely, safely.

"It's getting worse each and every day," Stacy concurred after they'd been chatting for a while. "At some point, something's going to go wrong, or someone's going to remember something."

"I know," Danny responded. "But so far I haven't been able to come up with anything. And worse, you know as well as I do, the minute either one of us even thinks in terms of harming it, it defends itself with that ability to pervade your thoughts, that shrill sound that's dropped me to my knees more than once!"

"What are we going to do?" Stacy said asking the obvious. But it was a rhetorical question anyway.

"I don't know Stacy, all we can do is wait. Wait for whatever opportunity presents itself, no matter what it might be, then act on it. That's about all we can do. Because whatever we do, we can't plan it because it will know about it even before we act on anything!"

"So in the meantime, we keep feeding it women to fuck, and you keep masturbating on it whenever it asks for it," she stated simply.

"Yeah, sort of gives me the creeps just thinking about that too!" he admitted. "Though you jerking me off does help quite a bit," he added.

"Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"Make love to me."

"Here?" He said looking about. They were alone.

"Yeah, here. Right now!" she said already beginning to remove her clothing. Danny kissed her, his excitement building as he spread out his clothing for her to lie on, then entered her softly, tenderly.

Back at the shop, the creature stood happily jerking itself off. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" it repeated excitedly to itself. The crystal clear image of Danny making love to Stacy on the lawn at the park very much on its mind while it did.

Two days later it had been Stacy's turn to open the shop. As she still did, she had come in even earlier than that in order to give each of the new budding roses a nipple kiss. Something she had continued doing, though grateful that all were located in the front of the flower shop, and not in the back where the sound of the creature could even now be heard as it propelled itself slowly up and down the isle on it's make-shift rolling legs.

Danny had actually slept in. He and Stacy had shared a long exhausting, but pleasurable night of lovemaking at her place. It was the sound of her scream that woke him. Startled, Danny jumped from his bed wearing nothing more than his under-shorts, sprinting down the stairs where he saw Stacy standing there.

"What's wrong?" he called out worriedly. Stacy turned looking up towards him as he made his way down the rest of the stairs.

"It scared me!" she stated more calmly now. Having arrived by her side, Danny could see why. The thing had propelled itself through the swinging double doors where it now sat, half in and half out of the two rooms.

"What?" Danny actually found himself asking it. "What is it you want now?"

With a 'thump' a small dirt clod landed on the floor just beside the creatures rolling cart. Danny stood motionless looking at it, then slowly approached nervously picking up the clay-like looking substance. He almost dropped it again. Along one side sat a mossy green patch of newly formed fungus.

"Feed it!"

"Shit!" Danny exclaimed out loud. "Not another one!"

"FEED IT!" The creature repeated almost angrily this time, the soft buzz of its angry shrill only then forming inside Danny's mind.

"Ok, ok!" he answered, appeasing it momentarily. "What is it you want us to do?"

The image that came to Danny's mind as well as Stacy's was repulsive in nature. He spun looking towards her. "No fucking way!" she stated simply. In seconds, Danny was down on his knees in shear blinding agony. Unaffected for reasons unknown to her, Stacy stood watching Danny as he rolled on the floor writhing in agony.

"Fuck! All right! All right!" she relented. "Leave him alone, please don't hurt him any more, I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Mercifully, Danny felt the torturous shrill suddenly soften, not quite going away, remaining in the back recess of his mind like a warning buzz. "Don't do it Stacy!" he moaned, still feeling the after affects of his torment.

"I don't have a choice," Stacy said softly, then dropped to her knees in front of where the creature sat waiting for her. Seconds later, his hard stiff leafy shaft appeared from somewhere within the depths of its thick foliage, the white tip suddenly appearing, lengthening.

"Feed it!" they both heard once again.

Though she felt as though she were about to gag, throwing up, Stacy began sucking the stock-like wooden stick. As she did, she felt a quivering sense of pleasure through its appendage that again repulsed her, though she continued. Danny could only lie there on the floor, still not fully recovered yet as he saw her giving what they both now referred to it as, 'The cunt-fucking beast' a blowjob.

Moments later, it again quivered, then shook in ecstasy as it poured it's fluid into her waiting mouth.

"Feed it! Feed it! Feed it!" the creature repeated.

Twice nearly vomiting, Stacy scrambled over towards the clump that now sat on one of the tables. Opening her mouth, she allowed the dark thick sap-like fluid to pour from her mouth over the clump upon the table. She continued to spit until she was sure she had every ounce of fluid out of her mouth, even then grabbing the hose she'd been using to water the plants with, using that to rinse with until she could no longer sense or feel any residue.

"Are you ok?" Danny asked her.

"Yes, you?"

"I'm sorry," came his only response. "Was it bad?"

"Not really, no," she admitted. "Tasted a lot like maple syrup," she confessed though still wiping at her mouth with her tee shirt even though she'd fully revealed her breasts in doing so.

"Great, now I'll never be able to eat pancakes again," Danny stated, trying to make light of the moment.

"You and me both," she told him a bit more seriously.

But they both knew without saying it, now there were two.

The following day, Danny had stood by watching poor Mrs. Stevens as she knelt on the floor in front of the creature sucking it off. In a sick-twisted way, he had stood in awe of what he was seeing, disbelief, yet a sick pleasure at watching, his own prick becoming aroused, so much so that he had finally had to turn away until the beast was finished. Leading her towards the small clump still sitting on the table, Mrs. Stevens deposited the thick golden sap over the small lump until Danny was sure she'd spit most if not all of it out. He had then stood, dabbing at the inside of her mouth with a paper towel, the whole time poor Mrs. Stevens standing there glassy-eyed, zombie-like while he did.

"God, I just hope she doesn't ever remember doing this!" he thought silently to himself. Minutes later, he was escorting her out front where she kept licking her lips curiously.

"Funny," she had actually said. "I had eggs benedict this morning for breakfast, but I have this aftertaste like having had pancakes with maple syrup instead!"

Danny merely smiled, saying good-bye and thankfully watched her leave. "I'll be in the back," he told Stacy. "Now it wants me to water it too."

"You want me to help?" she asked knowing how much Danny hated doing this.

"No, I'll manage," he told her. "Just keep an eye on things up here, hopefully it won't take too long."

Though he hadn't experienced that particular little nasty himself, he could almost taste maple syrup in his own mouth as well. Grabbing a coke from the machine, he walked into the back taking a big healthy swig from his drink, and then stumbled on the hose that he'd left carelessly laying on the floor in front of him. Reaching out with his free hand, he just managed to catch the edge of the table steadying himself, and keeping himself from falling. His coke unfortunately spilled, throwing out a streamer of fluid, which fell directly on the creature as it sat anxiously waiting for him to begin watering it with his semen.

The cry of pain that suddenly filled Danny's mind wasn't his own, but the creatures! For a millisecond, he stood in stunned surprise as the areas where the coke had accidentally sprayed suddenly blackened, a good several inches in every direction from the direct impact of that, the leafy-feathery portions turning a sickly brown color instantaneously. Danny placed his thumb over the opening of the coke bottle and began shaking it, releasing it seconds later, spraying the creature and simultaneously screaming out for Stacy.

She was there in the room within a heartbeat after he had. "What?"

"Coke! More coke!" he was screaming at her. "Hurry Stacy hurry!"

It was like dissecting the thing with a laser. Everywhere he or Stacy sprayed coke, great clumps of the creature fell, each blackening, then dissolving into complete and utter nothingness. They had gone back to the coke machine, making several trips until they had expended and used every single coke that the machine had even contained. There wasn't a single solitary trace of anything remaining, except for the small little meteorite that now sat solitarily all by itself in the middle of the now enormously looking cart which stood before them.

Danny poured the last half of the last remaining coke over the small tiny lump still sitting on the table. Both he and Stacy smiled as they watched it dissolve also into complete and utter nothingness.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Now we get rid of the rock," he told her. "Just in case!"

They had dug a deep hole around back of the shop, filling it with cement. Danny had also taken his fire-proof box that he'd kept all his important documents in, placing the small meteorite down inside a small plastic container, they then filled it up with coke, setting the entire contents of that down inside the box, pouring cement over that before locking and securing it. They then placed the box inside the still wet cement, pouring another two feet over the top of that, covering it with dirt, obliterating any sign that the now deeply buried box even existed.

"So how did all of this happen anyway?" Stacy wondered.

"I've actually been giving that a lot of thought," Danny told her. "I think it was the intense heat of the fire at my grandmother's place that really started it. Sort of like how forest fires are actually needed to begin new growth, start the process of rejuvenation? After that, whatever was either inside that rock, or on it...just needed a little moisture to really get things started. Then, after it had, like any small child beginning to learn, the creature through self-discovery and it's own methods of trial and error, began finding its way, learning speech, understanding, not to mention coming into the sense of it's own peculiar desires and pleasures. Not sure we'll ever fully understand what happened, but all we can do is try and take whatever necessary steps that we can to see that it never happens again!"

In time, Stacy and Danny married. Most everyone in town came to the wedding, including Ms. Brown, though Danny and his new bride referred to her privately as Mr. Brown, never telling anyone otherwise. Two weeks after the wedding, news came down that Mrs. Stevens had been killed in a traffic accident. She'd swerved her car in an attempt to avoid hitting a deer, crashing head-on into a tree. She'd been killed instantly.

"It was a nice funeral," Stacy had commented after they had both arrived home.

"Yes, it was. And I'm really going to miss her too. She was one of our best customers!" he added. She had also been the most 'used' customer too, but neither of them mentioned that. Just as neither of them ever again mentioned the creature or the events of the past that had for a while, dominated their every waking minute.

Danny stood fondly smiling at his young bride as she strolled through their shop, kissing each and every one of the new budding roses with the tips of her nipples.

Janet Stevens rowed her family canoe out as close to the middle of the small lake as was possible. "Well mom, here we are. Just as you asked." Janet removed the lid from the box containing her mother's ashes, dumping them into the lake. "Ewe!" she exclaimed suddenly looking inside. A small patch of greenish looking moss clung gingerly along one edge of it. Janet glanced quickly about, she was lone. She finished dumping the rest of the contents from the box into the water, and then tossed the box as far away from herself as she could.

"Bye mom!" she said one more time. "I'll miss you!"

And the lake rippled as though in answer to her.
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