A Night in the Darkness

III. Nature's Way
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He gazed at the monitor, the sunglasses over his eyes portraying his face as one of ultimate disinterest. Chris had slain a hunter. The Alpha team marksman was slumped against a wall, panting and staring in disbelief at the reptilian monstrosity. Wesker hadn’t expected the hunters to be defeated. Perhaps he had underestimated Chris.

He turned to the one of the other monitors, frowning at what he saw. Jill was still alive, and with her was a Bravo team member, the young one. Bravo was supposed to be out of the way by now.

Things were not going quite as Albert Wesker had planned. His frown intensified. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was things not going the way he had planned.

It was only a minor setback, though. Jill and her friend were quickly approaching Sarton’s failed botanical experiment, and Chris would eventually find Aiken, where the Yawn would be waiting. Wesker relaxed in his chair, his leather clad hands in steeple formation as he intently observed the monitors.

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They stared, wide eyed at the plant as its stalk crumpled to the ground, acrid smoke wafting from the tip of Jill’s Beretta. It wasn’t the first that she had shot down, but it was still difficult to wrap the mind around. These strange plants were sentient, and very aggressive.

They were in some kind of annex to the mansion, not quite in the main building anymore. The strange plants were only getting more frequent, slithering out of the floorboards and cracks in the wall. Rebecca was starting to worry. Perhaps they shouldn’t be in here.

The two of them stepped over the plant, continuing down the hallway. There was a large door at the end of it. As Jill and Rebecca approached the door, splashing came to Rebecca’s ears. She looked down at her feet. Their was standing water on the floor, getting deeper as they approached the doorway.

“Jill…” The Alpha member turned to look at the younger girl. “Maybe we shouldn’t… I mean, what are we even doing here?”

“You have any better ideas?” Jill said, not bothering to look back at Rebecca. “We’ve got to find some way out of here.” Rebecca grudgingly nodded, saying nothing. The two of them reached the door, Jill grasping the handle with one hand, holding her pistol ready with the other. The large, dark bruise on her neck testified that she wasn’t going to be taken by surprise again.

She shoved the door open, sweeping the room under her aim, Rebecca standing behind her. Their eyes widened as they saw it.

The room was spacious, a foyer of some sort, with two large staircases on the immediate left and right of the doorway. In the center of the room was an overflowing pool of water, what used to be a fountain, Rebecca assumed. There were large, green tendrils in the water, trailing up towards the ceiling. The two women followed the tentacles upwards and saw it.

It was a giant plant. A giant green, mossy bulb hanging from the ceiling. Moving vines grew off of it in all directions, some of them dipping into the water below, some of them lashing about in the air.

They’re sensing the air, Rebecca realized. She remembered reading something about this in her botany class, back when she had still been studying to be a chemist. The vines were collecting sensory input from the air. Smelling, or tasting, or something like that. Did it realize that they were there?

Protruding from the bottom of the green base of the plant, was a large red flower, looking like a horridly disfigured rose. It’s petals pulsed rhythmically, as if it were breathing. Rebecca shuddered. How could something like this exist? She had seen the labs after getting off the train, seen what these mysterious scientists had created. It seemed there was no end to their monstrosities.

“Rebecca…” Jill whispered. Rebecca looked over to Jill and her heart stopped. The S.T.A.R.S. agent had her gun trained on Rebecca, her eyes wide. Rebecca looked down and caught a scream halfway in her throat.

There were vines all around her, probing the air around her body. They were porous, and Rebecca could see the cavities flexing disgustingly, sensing, searching for her.

“S-s-shoot them,” Rebecca stuttered quietly. She turned her head over to Jill and saw that the vines had surrounded her, as well. The more experienced woman had her combat knife in hand, making Rebecca feel stupid. A knife would be infinitely more useful in this situation.

She slowly reached towards her left shoulder, where her knife was sheathed. As she moved her hand closer, however, the tendrils lashed into action. One of them lashed around her wrist, stopping her hand. She darted out with her other arm, only to have it arrested in the same fashion. The vines were moving swiftly now. Two more wrapped around Rebecca’s midsection, lifting her off her feet and slamming her painfully against the door they had come through.

She turned her head to Jill. She was struggling against the vines, slashing madly and expertly with her knife, barely avoiding total immobility. She jumped backwards, keeping as much distance as she could with the tentacles.

Rebecca’s mind spun. She was pinned. She had to think her way out of this. She looked to the plant again, seeing the disgusting, throbbing bulb, the pulsing, red, flowering nucleus.

That has to be it, Rebecca thought. She looked over to Jill, who was still fighting off a horde of tendrils.

“Jill!” Rebecca cried out. “Shoot the flower! Kill the flower, it’s the head!” Jill gave Rebecca a quick look and nodded. A mistake. Immediately afterwards, Jill was yanked off of her feet, a vine tied around her ankle. It pulled her towards the center of the room, where the plant was.

Rebecca cried out her name, but was cut short as she felt something strange. A warm sensation, in her wrists and ankles, around her middle. All places where the vines were touching her. A red flag went off in her head. She had read somewhere that some plants could release pheromones into the bloodstream. She was being drugged. Soon she would be paralyzed, and nothing would stop this thing from consuming her.

Another vine crept around Rebecca’s neck, not suffocating her but holding on securely. She could feel the gross movement of it’s porous surface as the warm sensation intensified around her throat.

Three more tendrils approached her, causing her to gasp when they found their destination. They slipped under the hem of her shirt. Rebecca cringed as she felt the tentacles slide up her chest and move over her breasts. The feeling was too much like fondling to be coincidence. The plant was touching her. The warm sensation of the pheromones permeated her chest, but Rebecca still wasn’t paralyzed. What were the chemicals doing to her?

One of the vines brushed over Rebecca’s nipple, and her back involuntarily arched against the wall as she let out a soft moan. Two of the vines continued their brushing and caressing motions, while the third moved across her midsection and lower back. She could feel every sensation intensely. The connection suddenly formed in her mind. This plant was molesting her. What if the pheromones it released weren’t meant to paralyze her, but to stimulate her?

She immediately began to struggle against the tentacles, but they tightened around her, the one on her neck in particular. As she relaxed her body, the tendrils did the same, allowing her to breathe once more. Rebecca was starting to understand how this was going to play out, much to her dismay.

The vines toyed with her breasts, each flick and squeeze sending an electric current up her spine. The third had ceased to play along her midriff and had pushed itself down the front of her jeans and panties, rubbing up and down her slit. She felt the warmth of the pheromones being released, and her sex responded excitedly. She was absolutely ashamed and disgusted with herself for feeling any physical pleasure, but was unable to do anything to stop it.

The tendril pushed itself into her with minimal effort, Rebecca’s will not enough to oppose her body’s eagerness. She moaned loudly as she felt it within her. Tears of humiliation were streaking her face, but her mind was whirling with physical rapture.

More vines found her body, caressing every inch of her body. One of them found her mouth and forced it’s way inside, emitting pheromones onto her tongue and throat, causing her to suck and lick thoughtlessly.

Another tendril slipped between her legs, while the first pulled out and crept towards her rear. Rebecca felt a dull pain as the tentacle slipped into her backside, but hardly cared. She moaned and sighed in a muffled voice as she teased at the vine in her mouth. She shook as the sensations of the tentacles all over her body sent her over the edge, nature having it’s way with her.

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Jill slashed violently at the vines that held her in the air. A few feet above her was the red nucleus of the plant, it’s petals spread to reveal a drooling, gnashing mouth full of teeth. Her arm was almost dead from the constant slicing, but she couldn’t stop for a moment. Whenever a vine touched her skin, she felt an odd, warm sensation, a pleasant one that made her want to stop struggling altogether.

She slashed at a vine holding her other arm, freeing it. She immediately reached to her side and drew her gun. She pointed it upwards, aiming it directly at the thing’s mouth. Another tendril clasped her wrist, but it hardly mattered at this point. Jill squeezed the trigger repeatedly, firing shot after shot until the gun clicked empty.

The mouth in the flower squealed horribly, it’s teeth grinding and chomping. The tendrils released her and dropped her into the knee deep water below. She looked up just in time to see the plant coming unattached from the ceiling. She got to her feet and jumped out of the way as the giant, mutated flora slammed to the ground behind her. The tentacles flipped around wildly for a moment longer, but fell still, one by one.

Jill holstered her gun and sheathed her knife, letting out a long sigh. She turned around to find Rebecca. The younger girl was slumped against the door, not moving as Jill approached. Her eyes were glazed and she was breathing shallowly, behavior that Jill found slightly alarming.

“Hey,” she snapped her fingers in front of Rebecca’s face. “Are you alright?” Rebecca nodded and made a small noise, still not moving her unfocused eyes. She grabbed the hand that Jill held out for her and the two of them continued up the stairs, leaving the twisted abomination of nature in the pooling water below.

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I've never done a Tentacle scene before, so I hope it turned out all right. I never understood why people seemed to enjoy them so much, but writing one, I think I might get it. Tell me what you think so far. Read, Rate, Review, and Enjoy!!!