Nope, Not Doing It

"I don't care if you can convince Thompson to show up at my quarters naked and do a fan dance. I'm not going to stick my dick in that flower."

Sandy frowns in disappointment. "Okay, fine. I was just trying to have a little fun with you, John. You're such a spoil-sport."

"Hey, I've learned my lesson since the last time I had my dick out around you. Nurse Chapel had to apply dermal patches."

That just makes her laugh. She's really starting to annoy you now.

"It's not funny!" you snap. "It really..."

"AAAHHH!"

You hear the female botanist scream in the distance.

Instinctively, you start running towards the direction of the scream, phaser drawn and ready. Sandy does the same, following close behind you.

When you reach the trio of botanists, you can see the female botanist tugging frantically at a vine that has wrapped itself around her leg. One of the male botanists is trying to help by tugging at the vine wrapped around her other leg. The other one is studying his tricorder with a panicked expression on his face.

"Don't worry, Flora," says the one tugging at the vine that continues to snake its way up her leg. "We'll get you out of this."

"Seriously? A botanist named Flora?" you hear Sandy mutter behind you. Coincidentally, you were thinking the same thing.

"Hold still." you command as you aim your phaser at the base of the vines.

"No, Wait!" shouts the Blueshirt with the tricorder. "Their root systems are interconnected. I think it's a colony lifeform. If you shoot those vines, the whole field might react."

Despite her best efforts, Fora can't seem to get the fine to budge from her leg as it slithers up under her panties. Thorns sprout along the side of the vine and cut through the fabric, leaving the slashed panties to hang loosely from one thigh. The thorny vine crawls up to her waist and lifts up the miniskirt of her blue uniform, exposing her bald pussy and supple ass. The other vine doubles over the male botanist's hands and wraps itself around his wrists, holding him in place as two more vines spring up from the ground under his feet.

"Gaahhh! I'm stuck!" yells the bent-over Blueshirt as he struggles in vain to get free.

"DO SOMETHING!" screams Flora at the top of her lungs.

The one with the tricorder just stands there frozen in fear, his eyes wide open as he watches his colleagues fight a losing battle against the constricting plants. His mouth opens as if to say something, but no words are coming out. Looking down at his feet, you see why. Running along his boot is a slender stalk that disappears into the cuff of his uniform trousers. You can see a lump making its way up his leg, gradually growing larger as it moves. Hastily tossing away the tricorder, he frantically unfastens his trousers and pulls them down to see the bud at the tip of the stalk reach up to his crotch and blossom into a pussy flower. Drops of nectar run down its petals and onto his briefs. To his astonishment, the fabric begins to melt away and expose his cock. Looking back at the other two botanists, you see that flowers have sprung up around them as well. Two dick blossoms have poised themselves in front of and behind Flora's newly exposed flesh while the vines crawling up the legs of the unfortunate man trying to help her have shredded his trousers and underwear. A pussy flower opens up directly underneath his crotch while a dick blossom angles itself menacingly towards his rear.

"We gotta get out of here." Sandy says flatly as you move to stand back to back with her. The whole field seems to be maliciously creeping in on your position. As your fight-or-flight response kicks in, you're torn between your duty to protect your fellow crewmen and your sense of self-preservation.