The Plant Pt. 06 - Ambassador

"Do I have to take my clothes off?" she asked nervously.

"Only if you want to," April said. "But for this first contact, it isn't necessary. All I really need is your arm, which is already bare." Greta thought for a moment before deciding. She nodded her head and held out her arm.

April took her arm and guided it toward the seedling. As they watched, the seedling extended a tendril and wrapped it around Greta's arm. It was almost like watching something from an old science fiction movie. Greta gasped when the seedling made contact with her. She had never felt anything so soft, so sensuous in her life. She could sense the seedling's intellect in her mind and her eyes opened wide.

"You... are... so... lovely," she heard in her mind. Did this plant just flirt with me, she asked herself. "Yes... I... did," the seedling responded to her unvocalized question. "What... is... your... name?"

"I am called Greta," she answered in her mind.

"Greta," the seedling responded. "That... is... a... beautiful... name. Would you... please... stay with me... for a while?" To her amazement, Greta found herself strangely attracted to this seedling. She looked at the group, all of whom were curious as to what was going on.

"He wants me to... stay with him for a bit," she said. She looked at April. "Does he have a name?"

"Yes, but it's unpronounceable by humans," April said. "If you wish, you can give him whatever name suits you." Greta looked back at Marco.

"Is it alright if I stay here with him for a bit?" she asked.

"Of course," Marco said. "We'll complete the tour and catch up with you later."

"Just a couple words of advice," April said.

"What's that?" Greta asked.

"First, remember that these are sentient beings, with feelings and emotions every bit as strong as yours. Gingravik seedlings do not handle separation very well. And second. If you do stay here with him, it might be best to remove your clothing," she said. Greta nodded her head.

"Are you absolutely sure about this, Greta?" Philip asked. She looked at him and the others before responding.

"Yes, I am certain," she said. "Go ahead, I'll be just fine."

"We'll come back when we're finished," Marco said. Tsod smiled and nodded his head as the others moved on down the aisle. She turned back to the seedling, who seemed overjoyed that she remained with him.

"I suppose I should take my clothes off," she told the seedling. My God, I'm talking to a plant, she thought as the seedling removed its leafy tendril from her arm. It watched as she removed her clothes, folding them before setting them on the floor between the yellow lines.

Now completely naked, she stepped closer to the plant and took one of its twelve penises in her hand. She was surprised to feel how warm it was and even more surprised when it began to grow hard. She wondered what she should call him.

"Karl," she thought. "I think I'd like to call you Karl."

"Karl is a good name," she heard the seedling say in her mind.

She felt herself get wet and began stroking the penis slowly before taking it into her mouth. The seedling wrapped a tendril around her head and she felt his presence in her mind. I can't believe I'm actually doing this, she thought. But then again, she realized, she wasn't doing anything the caretakers weren't doing.

"That feels so... good," she heard in her mind. She continued sucking on the penis, taking the whole thing in her mouth. Then she saw another penis work its way between her legs. She spread her feet apart and let it enter her. Thankfully, she was still on her birth control pills, she thought to herself.

One of its dewy leaves brushed against one of her exposed nipples and she felt a jolt go through her body. At that point, all she wanted was to fuck this seedling without ever stopping. She felt the penis in her mouth ejaculate and she eagerly swallowed, amazed at how good he tasted.

At the same time, the penis between her legs continued to pump into her. She never felt so filled up in her life and let the seedling have his way with her. When that penis ejaculated inside her, she experienced her first orgasm and cried out. Another penis entered her and began the process all over again.

By the time Marco and the delegation returned, Greta had sampled all 12 of Karl's penises and his ejaculate was dripping down her legs. She never felt so sexually satisfied in her entire life. His tendrils were wrapped around her body and the two of them were too busy exchanging mental pillow talk to hear everyone return.

"Ahem," Marco said, bringing her back to reality. She turned her head and smiled as she looked at everyone.

"I think I'm beginning to understand the attraction to these Gingravik," she said. Marco looked at April.

"Do you think we can get her cleaned up a bit," he asked.

"Of course," April said before walking away.

"So, this is your idea of diplomacy?" Marco asked.

"You wanted me to learn all I could, so that's what I've been doing," Greta said.

"And what did you learn?" Marco asked.

"For starters, these Gingravik are truly amazing," she said as April returned. Greta cleaned herself as best she could, then dressed, realizing for the first time that she felt no shame or embarrassment at being naked in front of her colleagues. She turned back to Karl and saw he was trembling.

"He's afraid you're going to leave him," April said. Greta looked at Karl then turned back to April.

"I'll be staying here for some time," she said. "Would it be possible for him to stay with me?" She saw Karl perk up.

"I believe we can arrange that," April said.

"Of course we can arrange that," Tsod said. "I'll make sure you have the details, Dr. Johnson," he added, addressing Alan.

"I'll personally see to it," Alan said. Karl shook his leaves in excitement. Greta held out an arm and Karl wrapped a tendril around it.

"I'll see you again real soon, liebchen," she thought.

"Wunderbar! I can't wait, my queen," he responded, surprising her with the use of the German term. He let go of her arm and she gave one of his penises a kiss before turning back to Marco.

"Please understand, Greta, these are highly intelligent sentient beings with their own desires and emotions," April said. "They're not pets you can get rid of when they no longer suit you."

"I understand," Greta said. April nodded her head.

"I certainly hope so," she said. Greta turned to Marco, who did not look pleased at all.

"You and I need to talk before we leave you here," he said.

"Of course," Greta said. They loaded back on the bus and headed for the airport. When they got there, Marco pulled her from the others as the orderlies loaded the luggage onto the aircraft.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, Marco," she said. "I don't know what came over me. I just felt an instant attraction to Karl."

"Karl? Is that the name you've given this... seedling?"

"Yes," she said. "It is." He looked at her for a few moments before speaking.

"Remember, Greta, you're on assignment here. You work for me. You have a job to do. This isn't some kind of a sex vacation. You understand me?"

"Yes, Marco, I understand. Very clearly," she said.

"I hope so," he said. "I want you to learn everything you possibly can. I especially want you to find out who is bankrolling all of this and what the end game really is."

"You don't trust them, do you?" she asked.

"I learned a long time ago that if you want to know someone's true motives... follow the money. This is no exception."

"Are you going to have those pills analyzed?" she asked.

"I'll try," he said. "But you know how things can get bogged down in the bureaucracy at the WHO."

"I know," she said.

"Alright. I'll get your orders cut and I expect regular reports from you. Understand?"

"I understand, Marco. Thank you for this," she said.

"Good luck," he said, giving her a fatherly hug.

"And you as well," she said. They walked to the plane where Greta said her farewells. Tsod joined them as the other delegates boarded, waving to a man standing behind a cart.

"Feel free to use this aircraft to transport Ms. Schultz's things, Marco," he said. Hearing that, Greta pulled out her apartment key and handed it to Marco.

"Thank you, Tsod," he said, taking Greta's key. "I look forward to speaking with you again, soon."

"As do I, Marco," Tsod said. "Oh, before I forget. Please, accept these as a gift from the people of New South Marsookia," he added. Uncovering the cart, he presented Marco with a case of greenberry wine and 11 packs of small G-3 cigars.

"Thank you, Tsod," Marco said. "This really wasn't necessary, but we appreciate the gesture."

"It is our pleasure," Tsod said, instructing the orderly to pack the gifts on the aircraft.

Marco boarded the aircraft and Greta joined Tsod on the transport. They watched the aircraft take off and headed back to Tsod's compound.

...

Saturday, November 27, 2021

Greta sat in front of her computer in her new apartment overlooking the Pacific Ocean on the north shore of New South Marsookia. She reflected on the events of the previous week -- her first full week since Marco and the delegation returned to New York.

She spent the first night at Tsod's compound as the apartment was being prepared for her. The next day, Tsod brought her to the high-rise that sat on a cliff overlooking the ocean. He handed her two sets of keys -- one for the apartment and another for a brand new electric vehicle sitting in her private garage. The first thing she noticed upon entering the apartment was the breathtaking view outside the giant picture window.

Happy to hear that her credit card would still work, she jumped in her car and explored the local community, which she found to be quite modern, and very well-laid out. She also noticed that a number of the people she saw walking about were either naked or nearly so. It was almost like living in a nudist colony, except all of these people were fit, trim and attractive.

She also noticed several women were accompanied by male Gingravik, their erect penises swaying in the breeze. After she returned with enough provisions to last her a while, she thought about her encounter with Karl and found herself getting excited.

Throwing caution to the wind, she ripped her clothes off, walked onto her balcony, sat down and masturbated herself to orgasm, not caring if anyone could see her. She decided to remain naked for the rest of the day and brought herself to another orgasm that night as she lay in bed.

The next day, there was a knock on the door. She answered it to see April, Queen Tere and Lord Bernard. Next to April was a somewhat smaller Gingravik male in a wheeled cart of his own. April held a pot that contained Karl.

"Please, come in," Greta said, surprised that the Queen and her consort would take the time to visit her. She was also somewhat surprised to see that both April and the Queen were completely naked. She didn't have a problem with public nudity, but still wasn't quite so used to it being so brazen or readily accepted.

They entered her apartment and April sat Karl down on the coffee table. He trembled with excitement as she approached and he eagerly wrapped his tendrils around her when she got to him.

"I'm glad to see you decided to stay with us," the Queen said with a smile.

"So am I," Greta said. "Who is this?" she asked, pointing at the Gingravik next to April.

"This is my mate, Jake," April said. "Jake, meet Greta. She's going to be here with us for a while." Jake shook his leaves as April translated. "Jake says he's happy to meet you," she said.

"Greta, I want you to know that if there's anything you need -- anything at all -- please let me know," the Queen said. "And welcome to New South Marsookia."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Greta said.

"You're welcome. I will let you and April get to know each other now," she said. "I'm sure the two of you have a lot to talk about. Bernie and I have much work to do. I'll be in touch." With that, she and Bernie left the apartment.

"She seems to be quite personable," Greta said.

"She is," April said.

"Excuse my manners. Is there anything I can get for you? Tea? Coffee?"

"Yes, tea sounds wonderful," April said. "Thank you." Greta made them each a cup of tea and sat down on the couch.

"I know this is your first day here, but I thought you might like to know a few things about Karl," April said.

"Yes, please, tell me everything you can," Greta said.

"Well, there's a lot to say and it will take a bit of time," April said. "This should help you somewhat," she said, handing Greta a notebook. Three hours later, Greta's mind was reeling at the volume of information April had given her. Not only had she learned how to tend to Karl, but she learned a lot about how to use what Karl provided.

Sitting the book down, she looked at Karl and considered him carefully. Yes, there would be work involved, but as April said, the side-benefits more than made up for it, and she would never have to worry about Karl running around on her the way her fiance had done. And he would never leave the toilet seat up. She chuckled at that. She put Karl's pot on a table next to her and looked at him.

"Welcome home, Karl," she said.

"It's good to be home, my queen," he said in her mind, wrapping a tendril around her head. "I've missed you so much."

The movers came the next day with her things from New York. She directed them as they brought up boxes and the rest of her furnishings from her old apartment. They handed her a sealed envelope -- a message from Marco.

"Everything has been taken care of here," he wrote. "I'll make sure they get your security deposit into your account so you won't have to deal with that. We all miss you here in New York and look forward to seeing you again. I hope you and Karl are doing well. All my best, Marco."

Greta settled into a new daily routine. Every morning, she tended to Karl, carefully removing the dew that collected on his leaves and making sure he was properly fed and watered. Each day, she monitored his pot the way April said.

After breakfast, she would turn on her television so Karl would not feel alone, kissed him and assured him she would be back. She spent most of her time exploring the island to see what she could learn and spoke with as many people as she could. She was truly interested to learn first-hand as much as she could about the place and the people who live here.

Upon her return, she would make dinner, update her notes and spend the evening being ravished by Karl's 12 cocks. She was surprised to find that Karl was more than just a living sex-toy. Underneath all those leaves, branches and virile penises was an intellect the likes of which she had never encountered outside of college.

After consulting her notes, she opened a new Word document and wrote her first report to Marco, then sent it to him by email.

...

Sitting at the computer in his home office, Marco saw the email from Greta and opened the attached Word document.

"Marco," she wrote after the usual bureaucratic openings. "Here is my first report, based on my initial observations on New South Marsookia.

"I have spent my first week getting settled in and exploring the island, while engaging with as many of the local population as possible. My first impression is that this is a fully self-contained, vibrant and robust economy.

"Everyone here seems to have a designated job and performs it to the best of their ability. There does not appear to be any unemployment, homelessness or poverty -- at least none that I have observed.

"At the same time, I have not encountered any reports of crime, drug usage or any of the other problems that seem to plague so many developed nations. In fact, one could walk completely naked in the middle of the night without ever once being accosted. I know this because I have done it myself.

"While New South Marsookia has a fully-functioning and very well-equipped hospital with a highly-trained staff, the population seems to be the healthiest I have ever encountered anywhere in my travels. Everyone I have personally encountered seems to be physically fit, emotionally stable and yes, happy.

"I have not had sufficient time to fully explore the island's system of education, but what I have seen so far has been impressive. I will delve into this deeper as time permits.

"As for what you and I discussed prior to your departure -- I have seen nothing to suggest this is being financially backed by any single individual. However, there is a bank here on NSM -- the 1^st IGC Bank of New South Marsookia. I do not yet know where the funds came from to start this venture. Perhaps Alena and Johann, with their contacts and expertise in international banking, would be better equipped to find that out.

"In closing, let me say this has so far been the most interesting post I have ever had. I will continue my efforts and report back to you in a week, unless something happens that requires immediate attention.

"Best regards, Greta Schultz."

Marco closed out the document and made a note to get Alena and Johann on this IGC bank business. He knew that Greta wouldn't have much to report since she had only been there a week, and he knew she liked to learn as much as possible about the locals before delving deeper into her assignment. That was just the way she liked to operate, and he didn't mind.

He did find it interesting that she admitted to walking the streets naked in the dead of night. Franklin would have a cow over that, he thought with a smile. Opening a desk drawer, he pulled out an unopened bottle of greenberry wine and looked at it.

At first, he had resisted taking a drink of it, remembering how it affected his delegation. But today was special. It was his wedding anniversary. Perhaps, he thought, tonight would be a good night to open it up and celebrate it with the love of his life. He smiled as he considered the possibilities.

"Thanks, Tsod," he said to no one in particular.

...

6:00 pm, Friday, December 3, 2021

Greta sat next to Tsod and Tamsin in the Queen's Media Chamber, having been personally invited by Theresa to attend the announcement. Word had gotten out over the local news network and everyone was excited at the news.

She looked and saw the large desk with two of the green, gray and black banners behind it. Media cameras were set up in the back of the room and streamed the event live on GBN Earth's website. Greta had emailed the URL of the site to Marco so he could watch.

The room filled up quickly and was buzzing with excitement. A man in a dark suit came forward and instructed everyone to stand for the Queen Mother. They all stood in silence and Theresa walked to the desk -- completely naked, of course. She sat down and smiled at the audience, which was their cue to sit. Greta looked and saw Bernie off to one side in his motorized cart, watching his mate with pride.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," Theresa began, looking directly into one of the cameras in front of her. "Thank you for taking time to join me this evening. As you know, I'm not one for long flowery speeches, so I'll come straight to the point.

"I am here to officially announce the formation of the Gingravik Prefecture of Earth. What that means is that we are now a sovereign entity. Our work will continue, but from this moment forward, it will be done independent of any authority or government on Earth save our own.

"All of you who joined me in this transition know who we answer to, and what we pledge our allegiance to. I want to thank each and every one of you for your hard work, your dedication and your loyalty. You have earned my everlasting gratitude. And my undying love.