Look for the third botanist

Swallowing your fear, you press forward through the alien brush. The moaning grows louder as you move closer. It's unmistakably a woman's voice, and it sounds like she's in pain. You reach another clearing, and there she is. Her blue uniform is in shreds on the ground beneath her, and her whole body is suspended half a meter off the ground half-bent over by thick thorny vines. Her breasts and belly are swollen beyond belief, and drops of milk trickle down from her engorged nipples. Pulsing green veins show through her pale skin all over her naked body.

"HHHNNNGGGGHHH!" she bares down as her body contracts. A trail of viscous green goo starts pouring out between her thighs. You quietly move around to get a better look, and then you wish you hadn't. Her pussy looks like it's about to tear itself apart. Slender vines snake their way out between her parting lower lips and wrap around her thighs. Her body contacts again, and she lets out a blood-curdling scream as a thick starchy mass pushes its way out of her. The thin vines around her thighs contract, pulling on the mass to help it make its way out. It's easily three times the size of a normal human baby, but it's wrapped in leaves and vines. Inch by inch, it squeezes out of her impossibly stretched vagina until finally it lands on the ground in a pool of wet sticky goo. Exhausted, her chest heaves and her eyes close as her whole body relaxes and goes limp.

You feel as if you're rooted to the spot as you stare at the tangled mass of plant matter the last surviving botanist just gave birth to. The vines push outward and the leaves unfurl, revealing what looks like a child in the middle. No, not a child, a small woman with fully formed if undersized adult features with green skin and grass-like hair. Slowly, she uncurls from the fetal position and rubs her eyes. She blinks, looks around, and stands to her feet with the grace of a wood nymph of Earth's mythology. She looks at you and tilts her head quizzically. Then she looks over at the **** botanist. Two vines sprout from the ground between the botanist and the newborn plant woman. One vine slips into the botanist's mouth. The plant woman takes the other vine and places it in her mouth. Suddenly, the botanist's eyes shoot open wide. She panics and tries to struggle, but the vines around her arms and legs constrict tighter, holding her firmly in place. The vine in her mouth expands and contracts. You see bulge after bulge run down the length of the vine and up the other vine into the plant woman's mouth. The botanist's struggle grows weaker as her flesh seems to pull inward. Her skin wrinkles and her muscles atrophy. At the same time, the plant woman seems to grow bigger and more voluptuous. The botanist's body stops struggling entirely and her eyes sink back into her skull. There's no doubt in your mind she's dead.

The plant woman, now human-sized, takes the vine out of her mouth and looks over at the skin-covered skeleton that used to be the botanist. "Thank you, Mother," she says in a wispy voice. "I understand now." She looks over to you and smiles. You're absolutely petrified. Slowly, she walks towards you. Her hips sway gently as she moves. Her skin, if you can call it that, is covered in leaf and petal patterns in several shades of green swirling and blending together with little flecks and splashes of other colors to accent her womanly curves. Her prominent tits stand out like rosebuds against her green flesh, and tucked neatly between her thighs you can see the colorful petals of those now familiar pussy flowers. Her face looks much like the botanist, but she never looked at you in the way this plant woman is looking at you now. She looks... curious? Excited? Hungry? You're not quite sure, but her gaze is definitely having an affect on you that's not only keeping you from running away in terror but making you want to stay.

"You are called Doe, are you not?" she asks in her wispy, willowy voice.

"Uh, y-yes. Um, you can call me John," you stammer nervously, wishing you had paid more attention during your first contact training.

"John," she says slowly as if learning a new word. "You can call me Daphne."

"Daphne?" you ask, wondering where she got that name.

"It's the name my mother wanted to give her first daughter if she ever had children," she answers. You suppress a shudder at the casual way she called the woman who just died horribly in front of you her mother.

"How? How could you know that?" you ask with a hint of incredulity.

"I drank her essence. I absorbed her knowledge. She gave me her vitality so I could grow. It was her final gift to me, her daughter. That is the cycle of life."

"Cycle of life...okay, sure, but did you really have to kill her?"

She looks genuinely confused. "I don't understand. Kill? Me? No. Life simply flows from one part of the cycle to the next. Her life flowed into me so that I could flourish. You must understand this. I will show you."

Before you could object, she moves swiftly towards you and leans in. Her lips press against yours, and her sweet floral fragrance fills your nostrils. You can taste delicious nectar on your tongue. A warmth seems to flow from her body into yours making you feel immediately at ease. Her lips linger on yours for a few more moments before she breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes. In that moment, she's the most beautiful woman in the universe to you.

"Please, will you come and... flourish... with me, John?"