Not every group of college kids has the luxury to hop on an illegal supersonic jet to spend Spring Break in an Alpine cabin. Fortunately, we were friends with Elyssa, and her dad was an evil scientist. Her dad didn’t exactly approve the trip, but Elyssa knew how to fast-talk his henchmen. Dr. Sykora didn’t make it easy for Elyssa to defy him, but he often seemed a little bit proud whenever she did.

Six of us went on the trip: two couples, and two singles. The old couple, Miles and Karen, had been dating for years and were unofficially engaged. Elyssa and Chris were the new couple, still in that fuck-at-the-drop-of-a-hat phase. The singles were Wally and me, Gretchen. I was hoping that by the end of the vacation, there would be three couples and no singles.

I was cute: Strawberry blond with an athletic body and jolting blue eyes. And I was smart and engaging; people liked me. But I was Elyssa’s best friend, and in her shadow, everybody looked bland. She was just so perfect in every way. I knew that getting Wally’s attention would be an uphill battle, but I was so tired of not having someone that I felt resolved.

For the first two days, we all skied hard. Karen and Miles were experts, and they pushed us. Elyssa had no trouble keeping up, despite never having skied before, but the rest of us needed a day to relax. We talked plans over breakfast: Karen and Miles wanted to head back out on the slopes; Elyssa and Chris decided to spend the day in bed - as if they hadn’t already fucked a million times since we got there. I waited to hear what Wally had planned before I committed to anything.

“It’s a pity that it’s so cold out there,” Wally said. “I’d really like to catch some rays.” It was a sunny and windless Spring morning, but still way too cold for bare skin.

“It might be comfortable in the garden,” Elyssa suggested. “It’s all outdoors, but there are heaters running to keep the plants happy. I guess they’re weird hybrids that need a carefully controlled environment.”

“That could work, thanks,” Wally said. “If you need me I’ll be getting a tan.”

“That sounds good,” I chimed in. “I’ll join you!”

I changed into the bikini that I had brought for the hot tub, and then joined Wally in the garden. The garden was huge with all kinds of strange and beautiful plants in it. The best spot for warmth and sun was on a wood deck between two giant clay pots, each home to a variety of strange stalks, vines, and leaves. I lay on my back, on a towel, hoping that my nipples would show through my top and catch Wally’s attention.

Neither of us said anything for a while, but that was okay - you can’t force these things. Then, despite how big the house was, we heard the unmistakable sounds of Chris and Elyssa doing it. “Damn, she’s a screamer!” Wally commented.

“Mmm-hmm,” I said, hoping he would take the hint and drop the subject.

The moaning went on. “What do you think they’re doing up there?” Wally asked. “Do you think he’s doing her in the ass? God what I wouldn’t give to fuck her in the ass.” Between the moaning and the sex-talk, my nipples were definitely stiff by that point, not that Wally noticed. He just kept staring off toward the bedroom window and repositioning himself to try to hide his boner.

“Well, you don’t get to, because she’s got a boyfriend,” I chastised. “And there are other girls, you know.” In my mind, I added, “Take the hint and climb on top of me, asshole!”

“Not like her,” the oblivious jerk said. “I mean, god, can’t you just imagine bending her over the edge of the bed, sliding up behind her, dipping your cock into her pool of wetness, and then slamming it into her butthole to make her squeal?”

I gave him an outraged look, but he wouldn’t face me. “You know I’m a girl, right? I don’t have a cock.” Despite my ire, I could feel the warm tingling of blood flow in my groin. Like it or not, I was aroused.

“I know,” Wally said awkwardly, “but you can imagine it, right? Haven’t you ever thought about doing it with Elyssa? I mean, they say every woman is a little bit bi; and when it comes to Elyssa that little bit probably goes a long way, right? Do you think she’d do it with you if you asked?”

“Shut up!” I said with obvious anger. Wally looked back at me like a kicked dog who didn’t know what he’d done wrong. I turned face-down and unhooked my top so that I wouldn’t have tan lines on my back. A moment before, perhaps, I would have hoped that Wally would pick up on this as flirtation, but by now I had given up. I lay there in silence with my eyes closed.

The truth was, I had had plenty of sexual fantasies about Elyssa over the years. Most of the time I jilled off thinking about guys, but every once in a while, it was the thought of Elyssa kneeling between my legs, sticking her tongue up into me that got me off. Wally’s suggestion was a novel one, though. I let my mind roam free, picturing myself standing behind Elyssa, hands on her hips, punching her asshole with a cock of my own. Wetness squished around between my legs, but I figured that the fabric of my bathing suit would hide it well enough.

I ignored the first tickle on my left arm, thinking it must be a bug or something. When more tickles came, I tried to brush them away with my other hand, keeping my eyes closed and allowing my mind to keep floating. Immediately I felt the same tickles on my right arm, and I was held. I opened my eyes to numerous thin vines, wrapping themselves around both of my arms. They were small and delicate, covered with tiny leaves and tiny clingy fingers. I’m sure they weren’t strong individually, but there were lots of them. Before I could think, my legs were entangled, too; and more vines were coming to reinforce their hold. I tried to break free, but I couldn’t.

“Wally!” I said sharply. He didn’t answer. Craning my head around, I saw that Wally was asleep, and also covered with vines. “WALLY!” I yelled.

Wally woke up and realized our situation, but he didn’t panic. “This is weird,” he said.

“Can you get free?” I asked.

“No. Did Elyssa’s dad make these things?”

I screamed as loudly as I could. If we could hear Elyssa and Chris having sex, surely they could hear my shouts, I reasoned. But they didn’t come. Maybe they had gone to the sauna, or the shower. Meanwhile, the vines were pulling me closer to the giant pot. I ended up on my side, resting uncomfortably on my arm, and baring my naked chest to Wally. I was embarrassed; I had wanted Wally to see me naked, but not like this. “Hey! Nice tits, Gretchen!” He told me without a hint of worry.

That’s when the other vines came out. These ones were thicker - about three-fourths of an inch thick - and smooth, with rounded tips. Three or four of them started exploring my body, feeling their way around. I had seen enough hentai to have a pretty good idea what they were looking for. Similar vines were rubbing around Wally’s body, but he just looked amused. “Better watch out, Gretch - I think those things are lonely.” Sure enough, the vines slowly zeroed in on my groin. At the same time, the grabber vines pulled me up against the pot, suspending me - still sideways - and pulled my legs apart. The penetrator vines seemed stumped by my bikini bottom for the time being.

“Mother fucker!” I said. “Did Dr. Sykora really create a god damned rape plant? Why would he do that?” Wally just laughed.

The thick vines exploring Wally were slower and dumber, somehow. They kept roaming all over him, without much sense of purpose. I guessed that they were somehow programmed to seek out vaginas, and so Wally’s body confused them. Whenever they ran across his swim trunks, though, I saw them emit a milky white liquid. It quickly became clear that that liquid was corrosive: holes were appearing in his trunks wherever they touched.

“Oh crap! Acid!” I said.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt,” Wally reassured me. None the less, I screamed again. My throat was quite sore when I realized that my bikini bottom, too, had dissolved and fallen away. With my legs held apart by my plant assailant, Wally had an excellent view of my cunt. As least I was well-groomed, I thought: Elyssa and I had gotten Brazilian waxes right before the trip.