Don't Fuck the Flowers

by Many-Eyed Hydra

Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Magic, Fiction, Horror, Paranormal, Caution, .

Desc: Horror Sex Story: Donald Finney is a soldier stationed in H-Space, a newly discovered dimension adjacent to our own. Ezquerra, a fellow soldier with a dubious reputation, shows him some unusual flora with flowers that look exactly like a woman's sex organs. Conincidence or deliberate? Finney is about to learn, in H-Space the flowers fuck you back...

"Have you ever fucked a fish?"

Ennis Ezquerra chose to drop that little gem, casual-like, around the campfire during mess.

"Ezquerra, what the fuck are you talking about?" Donald Finney asked.

The whole unit knew Ezquerra was a completely disgusting fucker with few, if any, redeeming social graces. Picture the greasiest excuse for a building super you could think of. You know, the kind of lardass that spends his days squatting in the basement of a part-firetrap, part-cockroach breeding factory in a white string vest covered in yellow food stains and fuck knows what else. You can see him now, right? Lank greasy hair combed over a bald spot. Flesh broiled pink like a slightly off lobster.

That would be Ennis Ezquerra's slightly more presentable brother.

To anyone looking at him, it would be a mystery why the military admitted such an obvious slob as Ezquerra, but that would be because they weren't looking hard enough. Beneath that pudgy flesh Ezquerra had muscle. Slabs and slabs of muscle. He was a quick fucker as well. Finney knew from their casual pigskin games you did not want to get hit by Ezquerra at full speed.

Ezquerra had played linebacker for his college. He might have gone all the way to the pro leagues if it hadn't been for that unfortunate incident with the college mascot.

'She looked all purty with her long silky hair, ' Ezquerra offered as explanation to anyone who asked.

Everyone knew Ezquerra was a dirty fucking bastard who'd fuck anything so long as it had a hole. Alive and female preferably, but Ezquerra wasn't exactly picky.

Any hole's a goal, as he was fond of saying.

"Okay, Ezquerra," Jack Richter said. "Just how in the fuck do you fuck a fish?"

Did they really want the answer to that question? Finney thought.

"Well you catch it fresh," Ezquerra started. He was currently holding his combat knife. "So it's still wriggling like crazy. You get your knife and you run it down its belly just like this. Then you slide the little whore right over your boner. I tell you it feels fucking incredible with the little bitch wriggling away like a bastard, her guts sliding all over your cock."

The squad was shocked into silence.

"How do you know it's a she?" Finney asked.

"Well I ain't exactly going to picture it as a he am I," Ezquerra said.

Phil Sutherland, the new boy, looked like he was about to throw up.

"Not hungry anymore?" Ezquerra said, eyeing up the other man's canteen. "I'll take that then, Sonny."

W.D. Kaufman shook his head. "Ezquerra, you are one muthafuckin' disgustin' individual."

And that was how Fish Fucker came to be called Fish Fucker.

"Zat your girlfriend back home?" Ezquerra asked.

Finney hadn't heard Ezquerra enter the tent. He was staring at a photo of him and Brooke Cartwright. They were standing against a railing with Niagara Falls in the background. He'd dug it out to get a little reminder of home.

"Yeah," Finney replied. It was the easy answer.

The reality was a little more complex.

He liked her. She was sweet. She had a hot body. But...

She was his first and only girlfriend. They'd been high school sweethearts. They'd been together nearly four years now. He hadn't planned for it to last that long. It was school. Practise. Now she was starting to talk the serious stuff--marriage, kids, mortgages, that kind of stuff. Stuff that scared the shit out of him.

He stared at the photo.

He didn't think he loved her.

"Miss her?" Ezquerra asked.

"Yeah," Finney said.

Again, it was the easy answer.

"Or do you miss the ... oomph?"

Ezquerra didn't really need to add the fist pump for Finney to understand what he meant.

"Fuck yeah," Finney replied.

Now that was a truthful answer. He'd been out here for a month now. His sock had developed a crust no amount of washing would ever shift.

"Found something that'll fix that," Ezquerra said, displaying heretofore unseen levels of crypticity.

Finney looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Ezquerra tapped his nose and led him out the back of the tent. Finney shook his head. He was probably going to regret this. He followed Ezquerra as he led him a short way out of the small camp, up a short incline and around a rocky bluff. There was vegetation here, if it could be called that. This wasn't Earth.

Yeah, that was the biggest complexity of all.

He'd told Brooke he'd been stationed out in the desert for manoeuvres. That was all he'd been allowed to tell her. It was partly correct. The part he'd neglected to mention was the desert didn't happen to be on Earth. The scientists called it H-Space. It was some kind of weird alternate dimension they'd busted a doorway into.

It sounded more exciting than it actually was. Once the initial wow! factor wore off it was the same old lugging heavy packs through rocks and dirt.

"Where we going, Ezquerra?" Finney asked as they picked their way up a steep hillside.

"Sumfink I found," Ezquerra said. "It's fucking awesome."

Ezquerra's definition of 'fucking awesome' included a wide variety of things, some of which were totally gross and disgusting. Finney followed him anyway.

The sky was a constant reminder they weren't on Earth. It was a roiling mass of purples and pinks, like bruised flesh. It always looked like it was on the verge of a storm, but Finney had never experienced one, or even seen rain.

The vegetation looked like clumps of grass and small shrubs, but it was red--like blood--instead of green. It also had a disconcerting habit of moving when not looked at directly.

The scientists said it was an optical illusion. One of the theories was H-Space had weird magnetic fields that screwed around with perception. They certainly screwed around with the equipment. Nothing electronic worked correctly out here. It was like being back in the nineteenth century--grunts and shovels. They were about a week's hard slog from the entrance camp and they had to rely on guys on bicycles to courier messages back and forth. Crazy.

They rounded a rocky corner and Finney suddenly found himself looking down on an idyllic oasis. Pretty, he thought. A small waterfall emerged from about halfway up the sheer rock face and cascaded down into a small pool. Lush vegetation sprouted around the water. Again, it wasn't like Earth vegetation. The leaves and stems were coloured in fleshy tones rather than verdant greens. The colours leant a strangely erotic feel to the plants. There was something oddly sensual and sinful in the way the branches twisted and tangled over each other.

"Will you look at these beauties," Ezquerra said.

He stood next to a large bush. Large flesh-coloured flowers emerged from the dense tangle of vegetation on thick red stems. The back of each flower was bulbous and pinkish-red in colour. The petals were fused together into a circular shape about the same diameter as a soccer ball.

Finney wondered why Ezquerra had taken an interest in them. He didn't exactly seem the horticulture type.

"Don't you think it looks just like a sweet little cunny," Ezquerra said, turning one of the flowers to face Finney.

Finney suspected a lot of things looked just like a 'sweet little cunny' to Ezquerra. Surprisingly, on this occasion he was inclined to agree with him.

The flower looked like a woman's groin. The opening at the centre of the flower was a purplish-pink vertical slit lined with fleshy-looking flanges--like labia. It lay at the heart of an inverted triangle that curved down and into a fold which looked like two thighs pressed tightly together. The resemblance was uncanny--like someone had cut out the crotch of a life-size nude centrefold and attached it to a stalk. There was even what looked like a patch of brown fluff above the opening, about where the pubic hair would be on a woman.

Fuck, he really needed to get laid if he was seeing flowers that looked like women's privates, he thought.

"You know what," Ezquerra whispered. "Feels like one too."

Then, before Finney had a chance to look away or even steel himself, Ezquerra dropped his pants.

Fuck. That was a sight Finney didn't want to see. It was like a gruesome car crash. Finney couldn't look away. Ezquerra stood there with his stubby little cock growing from his crotch like an angry red mushroom.

"Dude! What the fuck?" Finney said.

"Gonna fuck the flower, what do you think," Ezquerra replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He spotted Finney's disgusted expression.

"It's awesome, dude," he said. "It's like this is a magical sex toy plant or sumfink."

He grabbed one of the large flowers and steered it down to his crotch.

He noticed Finney was still staring at him. "No gawkers," he said. "It's a big bush. Go round the other side."

He turned his attentions back to the flower.

"Ooo, c'mere you slut."

Finney shook his head. He moved off. He really didn't want to see Ezquerra hump the plant. No amount of bleach would be strong enough to purge that image from his brain.

He walked around the other side of the large shrub. Ezquerra did have a point. The flowers did look a lot like sex toys.

Sex toys growing on trees. What a fucked up place H-Space was.

Finney ran a hand over one of the petals. Hey, that felt pretty good. Smooth--like soft skin--and warm too. He ran his hand over the curve of the flower and down under the inverted triangle. Weird. It really felt like he was caressing the private parts of a girl. It brought back memories of making out with Brooke, with his hand down in her panties.

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