Call for Emergency Beam Out

"You're right, but shouldn't we try to save the Blueshirts' asses too?" you ask.

"UUNNNGGHH" Flora and the bent-over botanist next to her cry out in unison as they're both anally penetrated at the same instant by dick blossoms. This pushes Flora forward onto the other dick blossom nuzzling her pussy so it can also slip inside her as the man is **** down onto the pussy flower which envelops his cock.

"WHOOOAAHHH" the third botanist exclaims as the pussy flower that snaked up his trousers buries his cock deep inside its pool of nectar.

"It's too late for their asses, but hopefully we can still save ours," Sandy replies. "You call the ship. I'll hold off any vines that come our way."

You fumble with your communicator for a few seconds before you finally flip it open (The Captain always made that look so easy). "Doe to Enterprise. Come in Enterprise!"

You struggle to hear the response over the moans and screams of the three botanists being ravaged before your eyes. "Spock here. What seems to be the issue, Crewman?"

"We need an emergency beam-out! The plants are **** the botanists!" you yell urgently into the communicator. Several seconds pass before you hear any response while you watch in horror as Flora's belly swells and yellow pollen-cum flows down her legs while the two male botanists relentlessly hump their pussy flowers. All three of them wear expressions of mindless bliss with their eyes rolled back so only the whites are exposed.

"Fascinating." is all you hear from the communicator.

"If its so fucking fascinating, then maybe he should beam us up and bring his Vulcan ass down here himself to take a look!" Sandy yells in frustration as she rotates the dial on her phaser and fires at a knot of encroaching vines. The plants writhe under the onslaught of her directed energy beam, but they are only scorched.

"That was the maximum setting. It should've vaporized these plants!" she shouts to you. The vines lash out towards the two of you with malicious intent.

"Oh shit! Run!"

She doesn't have to tell you twice as you both sprint away from the racing foliage. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you desperately try to avoid the same fate that befell the Blueshirts. Right on your heels, Sandy trips and tries to scramble to her feet, but one of the vines wraps around her heel. Desperately, her hand reaches for you as you turn around to help free her. You pull her up to her feet, but the vine continues to hold firmly. A menacing dick blossom sprouts up from the ground and shoots towards her. Backing away from the flower, she presses her ass firmly against you and clenches her thighs together in an effort to prevent entry. The dick blossom makes it within mere inches of her when you feel the tingle of a transporter beam.

You collapse on the cool hard transporter pad with Sandy in your arms. She sees the dick blossom nuzzled against her crotch and bats it away. Without its stalk, it lands lifelessly half a meter away and begins to shrivel. She climbs to her feet and bends over to inspect the dying flower.

"Phfffffth" She sticks out her tongue and blows a raspberry at the remains of the flower.

Splat!

A thick wad of sticky yellow pollen-cum shoots out and splatters all over Sandy's face as the flower shrivels up into a ball.