Plant tits....so tempting...but no! Answers first, sex later!

Calling forth every bit of willpower you have in yourself (and it takes quite a bit because you never turn down pleasure if it's being offered), you manage to place your hands on the petite plant girl's shoulders and push her away from you. The action draws a disappointed little moan to leave the girl as she turns to look up at you with puppy-dog eyes and pouty lips turned down into a unhappy moue. It's almost enough for you to let her go and let her go at you so she can get what she wants and stop looking so damn disappointed, but, again, you steel your will and manage to keep your wits about you as you fix your gaze determinedly on the plant girl.

"All right, hold on there now, sweetheart. What the hell is goin' on here? I mean, one minute you're a flower with a mouth beggin' for a cock an' now you're a full on plant girl callin' me master and still beggin' for my cock. Normally, that'd be on my top ten list of wet dreams come true, but I ain't one to believe that somethin' that's too good to be true can be true.", you say to the plant girl and then give a curt nod, "So do some explainin', yeah? What the fuckin' hell is happenin' here?"

The plant girl blinks in confusion as though she doesn't understand the question, but then her face brightens as she gives you a wide and bright smile. "Oh, master, you're silly! I was made for you so you know who I am! I'm your Chlorophyte!", she declares as though that should answer everything and seems ready to jump on you again but you hold her back once more.

"Made for me? Chlorophyte? Seriously, sweetheart, let's pretend that I've just sorta forgotten what all o' that means and you explain it to me slowly, yeah? Please. Be a good girl for me and do that, 'kay?", you ask of her and, perhaps because she does indeed want to be a good girl for you, she stands up straight and complies with your wishes as best as she can.

"I'm a Chlorophyte, Master, and I was made to be with you! My sisters and I were grown in a nursery and taught all we needed to know to properly serve our masters! I was the last of my sisters to be sent out to meet my master and I was afraid I would never get to you.", she said, looking somewhat morose at that thought, even her petals wilting slightly at the thought but only for a moment as her sunny disposition returns as she looks at you adoringly once more, "But then you opened up my box and fed me all that tasty protein! That's how Chlorophytes grow and live! It's also how we know who our masters are!"

She smiles almost shyly as she places a hand on her flat tummy and rubs it gently. "My belly is full of my master's tasty seed and now nothing else will do for me. Only master's taste will keep me strong and healthy! Only your seed will make me stay alive! I'm all yours, Master.", she said and then jumped at you once more, hugging you tight and nestling her cheek against your chest, "I love you, Master! I'm sooo glad I'm with you and now we can be together forever and ever!"

You don't stop her this time as she hugs you, but mostly because you're working through what she said. From what you can glean from her words, these Chlorophytes are probably genetically engineered beings meant to be pleasure slaves and servants for the rich and decadent sorts. You'd heard of that happening before, despite the fact that such bio-engineering is technically illegal. You hadn't thought you'd be transporting something like that, though, nor that you'd get yourself caught up in so much trouble over the whole thing.

And damned if this wasn't trouble because, if what she said was right, it seemed like, once she swallowed your cum, she might have imprinted. If what you can tell from her saying only your "seed" will keep her alive and that she was instantly in love with you is right, you just took possession of a bio-engineered being that you were supposed to deliver and was probably worth billions of credits. Billions of credits you damn well didn't have.

"...Well, fuck...", you mutter to yourself as the plant girl continues to nuzzle against you affectionately.

So you opened the cargo, effectively stole it for yourself and now ruined any chances of delivering your goods in one piece. So...now what? Did you keep going to the meeting place and try and explain things? It was a long shot, but maybe you could work things out without getting your brains blown out. Or, failing that, maybe you could change course and high-tail it for an out of the way planet somewhere to hide-out until things die down or you can figure out what to do.

Truth be told, the latter option was looking better than the former, the more you thought about it.