Ghon

Ghon remembered how he got here. The flight ended, and the ship's bio capsule with a loud slap flopped onto the grassy ground. Ghon ate most of the cosmic body in space, taking away the squirrels necessary for the movement of the flying object. The ship was once grown around it: a huge living machine with a lively anti-gravity engine and a brain (which Ghon played the role of) inside. The Ghon engine was the last to use when it gave the ship enough acceleration to enter the atmosphere of this blue-green planet. The flesh of the ship remaining at this point, obeying the orders of Ghona, opened up and turned into wings, which allowed him to plan to the ground, scaring away local fauna.

By the standards of this planet, it was not large: it barely reached the size of a small mammal, which here was called a cat. However, the potential hidden in it more than compensated for a small increase in the absence of weapons and armor.

Ghon was a scout - a creature capable of adapting to the conditions of the surrounding world. He could control living organisms — all he needed was to get in touch with their nervous system. And Ghon could change himself, although for this he needed a protein to build cells and a set of necessary genes, like blueprints. Finally, Ghon was masculine, which means he could produce offspring. However, then it was too early to think about it.

At that time, he was only a sort of big slug, which could slowly crawl along the ground and absorb the immobile protein. However, the flesh remaining from the ship was an excellent supply of food for the first time. And then he had to come up with something.

And now it's been two months since Ghon hid in an abandoned garden and studied the world in which he fell. The most developed living creatures here called themselves humans. They had some kind of civilization: they knew how to build primitive houses of concrete and metal, produced some ancient electronics, united into states with a primitive electoral system, divided into castes according to wealth and right of birth, of course, fought among themselves. The plot of land on which he was now belonged to a small Aboriginal family consisting of an adult female of about forty, a young female of twenty, and a male still a couple of years younger. The eldest female was in charge, her children submitted to her.

Of course, on this fenced plot of land, people did not live alone. There also lived a couple of dozen individuals of various representatives of mammals, which people called cats, dogs, cows, sheep, pigs. There were also birds, insects, amphibians, reptiles. Some of them obeyed people, and some lived their lives, not communicating with people.

Ghon has already managed to understand that on this planet, higher beings have two sexes: male and female. And the breeding instinct for them is one of the key. No less important, at least, than the instinct of self-preservation. So, if he wanted to continue his research to the full, the breeding instinct of the local fauna would allow him to increase his capabilities.

Once Ghon even witnessed how people multiply. The younger female later in the evening brought a third-party male to her site. They, sneaking, apparently hiding from the older female, climbed into the barn. Through a crack in the wall Ghon saw everything that was happening there.

Marie

Marie was already twenty. Yes, almost twenty-one! And mom kept an eye on her, guarded like the pupil of an eye.Fortunately, two years ago she went to college in another state and, finally, gained at least some independence. There, she lost her virginity and illusions about the fact that independence will give her more free time. Yes, there she could get out of the house at any time, but so much responsibility on her one had never yet been brought down. Nearly flying out in the first year, she appreciated all the pleasures of life with her mother, and for the second time she was traveling with joy and languor in her chest.

By the way, very good breast of the third size. Yes, and Marie's ass was very even nothing. Blonde, straw-colored hair, blue eyes, pretty face, dimples ... And two months without a dick inside. Whoever wants to drive such a vacation crazy!

However, now they were coming to an end, and Marie did not want to go back to college without boasting to her friends her amorous adventures. And with them was sparse: some farms around, between farms - miles and miles. And nice guys are too few. No wonder neighbor boy Steve caught her attention with his awkward courtship. She practically did not even think, and almost herself dragged him to the stable until her mother (Marie knew for sure) watches another silly series.

Steve might not have been smart and smart, but he knew exactly what he wanted. As soon as they entered the stable, he pressed it against the wall and put his hand under her skirt. His fingers began to pull at her clit, and then penetrated between the already wet lower lips. She sighed loudly and began hurriedly to unbutton his pants. Their lips clasped in a passionate kiss, she threw one leg over his hip so that he would feel better, and he violently tore off her shirt. Finally, he knocked her to a sheaf of hay in a corner, fell from above and entered it.

The girl screamed and squeezed her mouth with her hand. He began to move quickly and impatiently. Marie groaned with pleasure, clutching one hand to her mouth and the other to his back. He crushed her breasts, moved his member in her, and finally, suddenly dramatically pulled him out and finished abundantly on her stomach. Breathing noisily, he fell beside her to the sheaf. She had some strange feeling of incompleteness.

The guy who deprived her of her virginity in college was much quicker. Sex was longer, and there was more pleasure. Steve upset her, of course, but on the other hand, she would not be a blue stocking among girlfriends. She will boast something, at least.

Marie tore off a leaf of some grass, wiped her stomach and quickly got dressed. She then throws the grass into the compost pile, so as not to arouse suspicion in mom. And Steve needs to be kicked out. She doesn't need him here anymore.

Ghon

His current form of Ghon did not allow him to collect DNA and even get enough protein for growth. He could not catch up with any living creature with the exception of such slow-moving insects like snails. Therefore, he collected pollen from flowers as a gene material and fed on scraps, snails, and other protein crap that he managed to find. The only thing that he managed to get serious about was the smell.

Ghon in two months learned to produce a huge amount of odors: to scare away dogs and cats, to attract snails and bees (they brought him pollen, but they could not catch the bee from him yet), to disguise from predators. Smells became his weapon and protection, as he had no others. Only by the end of his two-month stay on this planet did he manage to catch a half-dead spider, study its poison and develop a stunning toxin based on it. But to apply it, Ghon had to touch the victim, and the victims did not stand still, waiting for reprisals.

Today, he realized that there was a chance to use these weapons to gain advantage. The children of that adult female sat down with big bags on some kind of bus and left. Apparently, for a long time, judging by the way mother said goodbye to them. And this meant that of intelligent beings, it remains alone on this farm. Such a chance was not to take advantage.

Ghon began urgent work. He threw all the accumulated protein and DNA supply to change its shape.From his hole under a twisted barn, he crawled under an old oak tree growing nearby so that the adult female would notice it. In one night, he changed his body. Instead of an incomprehensible lump of gray mucus, it has now become a three-finger-thick stalk with a thickening in the shape of a bud on the end. Its roots firmly grasped the ground, the leaves took some space around. Bud emitted a sweet smell, which, of course, attracted flies, wasps, bumblebees and other insects. When the local sun lit up the farm, Ghon was already completely transformed and was waiting for his victim.

Elizabeth

The vacations were over, and Liz took the kids to college. Unfortunately, she could not go with them - after all, someone had to look after the farm. Marie (Liz called her that in French style, although her husband insisted on the name “Mary”) had been studying for the third year, and her son, Mike, had just entered this year. She was genuinely happy for them, but the prospect of being alone was not at all pleased. However, what to do, children need to learn. No wonder she stuck in like a damned to give them at least some education!

However, now she was walking, sad, along the path to her house, and she thought how could she not go mad from loneliness. Of course, there are neighbors around, and sometimes friends visit, but it's still not that. All the same, I want people around, even if only a son with a daughter.

Attention Liz attracted something red under a huge old oak, stretching branches over the meadow even when Liz with her ex-husband came here for the first time. She came closer and saw a strange plant: almost a foot tall, a stem an inch thick and a bright red bud on the end. However, the bud has not yet opened. Large fleshy leaves covered the ground around a good one and a half feet. Something very strange for these places.

Elizabeth went to the flower and crouched. He emitted some strange smell: sweet, enveloping, alluring. The woman again lost in thoughts about her loneliness. But if she hadn’t driven Jack away, she couldn’t be alone. Yes, her ex-husband was not an ideal man. But, he loved her! He constantly gave her flowers! They always smelled like that! He knew how to pick up gifts. Yes, he finished in a minute, but when he made her kuni - it was divine! His language lifted her to the very height of pleasure ... She still flowed at the mere recollection of this. And his hands? They were good at everything: from housework to touching her breasts. And when his fingers entered her, she howled with pleasure ...

Liz closed her eyes, and her hand slipped to where no man had been for several years. She was here alone, there was no one to be shy, so she sat on her knees in front of this strange flower and began to fiercely caress herself. First, in a whisper, and then she spoke louder and louder, and then she screamed out some sort of incoherence, and finally, she was covered with a hot wave of orgasm.

She never received such pleasure from masturbation. Although, in recent times, it has often relieved so much the tension. But, now there was something special. As if Jack had returned and touched his clitoris with his tongue ... Oh, how great it would be! But, unfortunately, she doesn’t even know where her ex-husband, now driven out by her overly gentle nature, is.

“So there you are, scarlet flower,” Elizabeth muttered to herself, not even realizing how right she was, accusing the flower of her beautiful finale. - But, you smell very tasty. Let me take you home. Though I will enjoy the smell, since there are no people around.

Elizabeth got up and left, and then returned with a wheelbarrow and a shovel. She dug up a strange plant, laid it on a wheelbarrow with a pile of earth, and then, at home, in her bedroom, planted it in a huge tub and poured water on it. And then, pacified, went to bed to wake up in the morning cheerful, fresh and full of strength.