A/N: Leaning more into the non-humanoid side of monsters this time around~

Do enjoy~

The Haar

Chapter 5: Laffey and Carabiniere

On another part of the island, New Jersey's fleet was exploring the swamp.

Which, frankly, was about as pleasant at it sounded.

Featuring thick low-hanging trees, countless dangling vines, numerous flying insects and sodden patches of land between dirty-brown water that hid whatever monstrosities lurked beneath, it was an unsettling place. That wasn't even mentioning the rancid smell that plagued the air, and it was only thanks to the innate immunity most Ship-Girls possessed that any airborne pathogens didn't affect them. Yet, anyway.

Laffey shambled behind the main bulk of the fleet, bringing up the rear – which was just a convenient excuse to walk slower. It hadn't been a problem at first but as time went on she gradually lagged behind the rest of the task force, catching up every now and again at the prodding of some of her peers. Even in the swampy biome, even as horrid smells tickled her nose, Laffey's dopey expression didn't waver even slightly; still looking sleepy despite the unseen dangers lingering around them.

Something that one of her companions couldn't help but note. ''I can't believe you're so at ease, Signora Laffey...''

''Mn... it's fine, if you ignore the smell.'' Laffey looked down at her shoes trudged through the wet, boggy ground. ''...and the bog.''

''Yes, it's quite the pain.'' Carabiniere murmured as she carefully took each step, lest she lose a shoe. ''Please hurry up though, at this rate we'll be left behind by the group and I don't wish to see what will happen then.''

''It'll be fine.'' Laffey yawned.

Carabiniere sighed at that but trudged through the bog faster. ''Just please follow me.''

Laffey hummed an agreement, following behind the blonde Sardinian; the latter moving faster than the former as they crossed the patch of land ahead of them. Eventually the ground depressed into a sort of shallow but wide river, earning a disgusted look from Carabiniere and a frown from Laffey as both were forced to trudge through the shallow water – rising up to their ankles with musky, uncomfortably thick bog water, and though the walk lasted only a few seconds it left them shuddering by the time they got out, not least because a good amount of the bog-water was in their shoes.

So distracted by the sensation Carabiniere didn't even realise she was walking ahead of Laffey; the spongy ground depressing lightly under each step as she chased after the increasingly-distant task force ahead of them, their figures muddled by the ambient haze in the air and the countless vines, trees and bushes getting in the way, forcing Carabiniere to constantly keep an eye on them to orient herself.

Laffey, on the other hand, spotted something else. Passing by a thick swamp tree her eyes landed upon a blossoming pink flower that protruded from near the gnarled roots of the tree. It was a beautiful thing, featuring five diamond-shaped petals total and with a yellow patterned interior, all leading in towards the eye-like centre; the lilac-shaded pollen twitching as she neared it.

''...pretty...'' Laffey mumbled, poking one of the petals.

The flower shuddered as if in response, giving Laffey pause – before with a sudden flinch it puffed out a thin lilac mist. She leaned back but her nose itched all the same, irritated by the pollen it projected, and as she sniffed and rubbed at her nose the sensation only got worse. A numb, pins-and-needles sensation spread up her nose and up her head further until it felt like she had a headache, her vision growing dim, then losing all colour.

And then with a soft, wet squelch Laffey passed out, falling onto her back and with the boggy ground cushioning her fall.

Several seconds passed, the distant voices of Ship-Girls mixing in with the sounds of the swamp; chittering insects, buzzing creatures flying about... and the soft hiss of bog being displaced at the root of the tree. The pink flower slowly shifted, tilting slightly as two thin vines climbed out of the dirt by Laffey's feet, touching her shins and slithering their way up to her inner-thighs. The sleeping girl didn't so much as twitch, completely out of it even as one slimy vine went between her legs, pushing itself against her panties, rubbing along her slit.

The other tendril came in then, rubbing along her inner groin – switching between the soft fabric of her pink-white panties and her creamy, warm flesh, before finally it figured out to curl underneath her panties. Seeing success the other tendril joined its twin, both pulling her underwear to one side and exposing Laffey's puffy pussy to the creature. Its tendrils slithered along her smooth folds several times, curiously exploring her sex before slithering between, pushing and prodding about almost experimentally.

Then the right tendril found the hole and pushed in. Laffey shifted faintly but didn't wake, not even close, and without hesitation the plant's second tendril entered her as well. The hot, fleshy interior it found pleased it, its tentacles pushing about and exploring the depths of her pussy at a steady, patient pace, unintentionally causing Laffey pleasure as the tendrils stroked her inner walls. Though not particularly thick they teased her insides all the same, especially when one tendril pulled out and slithered over her clit, pushing and rubbing the little nub and making her twitch reflexively.

After a second the plant reacted; the flower twitching... before extraditing itself from the tree and crawling towards her, revealing the underside of the flower to be little more than a rounded stump as it crawled.

Well, 'crawl' was something of an overstatement. It was more fitting to say it dragged itself across the slimy, boggy ground, several small vines helping yank it towards Laffey. Had she been conscious, even remotely so, it was likely she could escape it even at a crawling pace. However unconscious as she was the Destroyer was helpless to resist the pink flower as it pulled itself between her legs.

Four tendrils extended out then, pushing inside of her pussy and spreading her open as much as it could – before it pushed itself inside of her too. Her womanhood offered resistance, unable to stretch that much to accommodate the flower, prompting the aforementioned plant to curl its petals inwards until it was more reminiscent of a bud. That allowed it to drag itself inside her narrow pussy, using its tendrils to wriggle itself in deeper and deeper until it was nuzzled up against her cervix.

However the plant was learning, and as its tendrils stroked her walls it noticed the slight, almost miniscule twitches of her muscles, giving it an idea.

Slithering a single tentacle out the plant pulled her panties back into position, sheltering it from the outside world, before moving its tentacle up to her clit and rubbing it. Its caresses were gentle and dainty but pleasured her body all the same, stronger twitches echoing through her muscles as she slept, reacting to the stimulation it received. The rest of its tendrils meanwhile explored her moist interior freely, slithering along her walls and rubbing spots that her own fingers could never hope to reach.

Spasms twitched through her more frequently, her insides pressing down on the plant but doing little harm to it. If anything it just taught it more, giving it the haphazard knowledge of where to push or rub to get the most reaction out of her body, toying with her loins to make sure it brought her closer and closer to her limit-

-until eventually a sharp spasm shocked through Laffey as she came.

At the same moment her cervix relaxed the tiniest bit, enabling the plant to push its tendrils inside and widen her cervix, forcing itself through. What would normally be quite painful for Laffey was entirely unfelt in her unconscious state, giving the plant no resistance as it squirmed its way into her womb and let her cervix dilate closed behind it, allowing it to settle deep within her and begin to nest within her.

And much like a parasite, the plant would ensure its host did not notice it for as long as possible.

X-x-X

Carabiniere was starting to panic.

Okay, she was already panicking but now she was really starting to panic. She'd taken a wrong turn somewhere and lost sight of the group, but when she made to go back she realised she'd left Laffey behind as well, further fuelling her panic. Thus she'd spent the last minute fruitlessly retracing her steps; searching for either the group, a sign of the original path she'd been on or Laffey herself, hoping to find someone more experienced and confident than her to handle the situation.

It didn't help that the swamp looked the same no matter where she looked. Same brown water, same lumps of ground that barely constituted as such, same thick trees with low-hanging canopies – the only thing making it distinct was the occasional patch or reeds or more unique plant-life, but even they didn't help much normally, let alone when she was currently panicking.

'S-Should I just pick a direction and go that way? Should I try and get someone's attention by shooting in the air? Or would that draw monsters to me? Wait, no, I need to find Laffey first! But what if the monsters already got her, oh no...!'

Wrapped up in her frantic thoughts Carabiniere mistook a bit of water as bog, stepping forth – and with a scream plunged down into the thick, humid bog water.

It was a small mercy that she closed her eyes and mouth before she went under, but the feeling of the thick liquid around her almost made her sick. With haste the Destroyer kicked and flailed her legs swimming straight up towards the surface – until mercifully she broke through it, gasping in a much-needed breath and staring only at the canopy overhead, pointedly not looking at the disgusting swamp-water that she was currently floating in.

However any such fears of smelling bad were replaced as she felt something curl around her ankle. Carabiniere's eyes widened – and a short scream fled her lips before she was dragged back down under. She closed her eyes on reflex and struggled mightily, kicking her legs frantically, but she failed to remove the tendril's grip from around her ankle, dragging her down towards the bottom of the swamp. A sucking sensation drew her in and Carabiniere panicked as she felt multiple more tentacles encircle her, pinning her arms to her sides and dragging her down into a tube of some kind, before the top sucked closed.

A second, then the water around her slowly drained. Confusion filled her and only when the water was under her shoulders did Carabiniere dare to open her eyes, startled to find herself in a tube-like plant, the opaque, green-tinted flesh of the plant all around her in a bud sort of shape, with the top of it closed. Only the barest amount of illuminated came from the plant floor, and when she looked down she flinched at the sight of a pinkish seedbed, numerous tiny tentacles tickling her boots fruitlessly.

However the larger tentacles extended from near the corners of the plant, where the membrane-like walls connected with the seedbed – and as she watched several more tentacles rose up towards her.

''H-Hey!'' She tried to kick only to find that the tiny tentacles were startlingly strong, holding her boots down. ''Let go!''

No answer came from the plant naturally and even as Carabiniere struggled she failed to free herself, her panic only rising as one tentacle went between her legs – and then up her skirt. Her heart skipped a beat and a soft, breathless sort of gasp escaped her as the ball-like tip pushed against her panty-clad pussy, her white underwear the only thing between her virgin womanhood and the plant. But why was it prodding her there? Did it know what it was doing, or had it mistaken her as something else?

Once more Carabiniere received no answers, and all the Destroyer could do was whimper as she felt the tentacle – the sticky, slimy tentacle – push itself against her clothed pussy lips, slipping and sliding along the smooth fabric of her underwear and gradually making it damp. For a brief moment Carabiniere hoped that her underwear would be enough to deter the organism, her legs squirming slightly as she tried to free them from her boots.

Alas, it was that same squirming that made the tentacle shift to the right, pushing against her inner-thigh and discovering a way past her underwear – and Carabiniere squeaked as it curled around her panties, finally pushing itself against her smooth pussy.

''N-Nn! No, stop it!'' The Sardinian Destroyer struggled more, trying fruitlessly to wrest her arms free from the tendrils binding her. She was almost tempted to summon her rigging, but she didn't know what would happen if she did that underwater. Would it be instant death? Or would it just not work? She'd never tried, and she was too scared to try and find out.

However as the smooth ball-like tip of the tentacle found her pussy and nuzzled along her slit Carabiniere could only tense and brace, sucking in a breath – and then cried it back out as the tentacles pushed itself inside of her. It felt weirdly spongy as it pushed its way in, her insides clamping around the tendril but failing to truly grip it as it wriggled about inside her pussy – progressively pushing itself deeper like a worm burrowing. The comparison certainly didn't help her rising panic and the blonde Destroyer desperately tried to get it out, even managing to jerk her knees together and trap it... but her stomach sank as it just kept pushing in, sliding between her knees easily. Until another two tentacles wound themselves around her knees, forcing them apart.

'I'm... being defiled by a plant...' The thought brought Carabiniere great shame, her eyes screwing shut as she whimpered. ''Please, just stop...''

Again the plant offered no response, its single spongy tentacle pushing itself deeper into her pussy... before pulling partway out. Before her hope could build it speared itself back in, thrusting now as it entered her womanhood repeatedly, and it was only as the plant did so that Carabiniere realised it didn't hurt. Not really anyway; there was a faint ache in her groin, but no great stabbing pain like she'd expected. Was it because the tentacle was so spongy? Or that it just didn't hurt that much? More questions she would never get the answer to as they were wiped from her mind; a shock of slight, tentative pleasure arcing up her stomach.

''Guh...!'' Her face twisted. ''I-I refuse, to feel good from this- a-ahn~!''

She was lying to herself, but she continued to do so stubbornly even as the slimy tendril pumped up between her smooth nether lips and pushed against the gates of her womb. Each impact was light and made a wet squishy sound as the tentacle smacked itself against her innermost parts, easily moving inside of her and unheeding of how tightly her inner walls tried to grip the elusive tendril. As if to fix that problem though a second tentacle tickled its way up her inner-thigh and pushed itself against her entrance, making her eyes bulge-

-and a scream of surprise fled Carabiniere's lips as it too pushed inside her formerly-virgin pussy, squeezing in alongside the first tentacle. The tendrils coiled around one another in a spiral as they continued eagerly thrusting into her pussy, her walls becoming wet from the stimulation even as she herself kept struggling, kept resisting – ashamed that her body was reacting even if it was just on an instinctive level.

''Nn! Hn!'' She bit her tongue until it bled, refusing to let a moan out – unwilling to admit it felt good to have the twin spiralling tentacles thrust into her nether regions, stretching her insides apart.

However whether she liked it or not was irrelevant to the tentacle. Instead even as Carabiniere futilely struggled the two rounded tips of the tentacles opened up like buds, flowering out as they kept thrusting in-and-out of her, the constant motions forcing her to a pleasure-filled peak – and then the moment Carabiniere climaxed, screaming, the two tentacles darted forth and buried themselves in through her cervix; unleashing a thick, viscous fluid carrying hundreds of tiny slimy eggs that nestled into her womb gladly, their sticky nature letting them stick to her birth canal with ease.

Carabiniere for her part spasmed at the feeling; eyes wide and mouth open as she felt the cool stickiness shoot into her innermost parts, sending jolts and spasms up her spine that mixed with the unwanted pleasure of her orgasm – her mind a cluttered, jumbled disarray of emotions and enabling her to let out only a choked whimper, tears coming to her eyes as she bowed her head. Pump after pump of the unknown fluid filled her, and as she looked down she could almost see the bulges travelling up the tendril's lengths, depositing its seed into her almost meticulously.

''N-No...!'' The blonde gasped out, shuddering in disgust. ''You can't...''

The Tuber plant however offered no response, continuing to deposit its seed inside of her womb for another full minute until finally its slimy tendrils slowly pulled themselves out of her deflowered pussy. Carabiniere whimpered at the sensation, her insides tingling as the tentacles eventually pulled themselves out, but the shame remained. Shame that she had been violated, shame that she had orgasmed from it, and shame that the thing that implanted its seedlings into her.

Underneath Carabiniere the violating tentacles receded into the plant itself, leaving her bound and sniffling to herself – until with a wet hiss the top of the plant began to open. Panic flooded Carabiniere as thick swamp water began to pour down, hitting her head and pooling around her ankles as the plant started to fill up. She renewed her fruitless struggles, yelps and squawks escaping her as the lukewarm water hit her neck and went down her clothes. The terrifying realisation she would soon drown, however, transcended any such discomfort.

When the thick muck climbed up to her waist, however, the tendrils binding her in place suddenly loosened. Carabiniere didn't stop to think and immediately grabbed at the top of the plant, pushing herself up against the horrid torrent of swamp water and into the lake itself, hurriedly swimming up – until at last her head breached the surface.

''Haah!'' The Destroyer gulped in a much-needed breath but this time didn't float around – instead kicking her legs with desperate fervour and making a beeline for the shore.

She reached it within seconds, but it felt like so much longer – and despite the ground being disgustingly wet and boggy it was a welcome change to the stagnant brown water behind her, her hands practically dragging herself onto the ground and stumbling to her feet. Slimy water poured and oozed down her body as she did so but Carabiniere could hardly bring herself to care, her body wracked as uncomfortable aftershocks jolted through her groin; the slightest movement reminding her of what the plant had just done to her. It might not have been overly violent, but her insides still felt so abused and sore nonetheless.

''Mn...'' Wincing slightly Carabiniere hobbled along the boggy ground, mindfully watching for any drops into deep water. ''Ugh... what do I do now...?''

The Destroyer was about to collapse next to the nearest tree to catch her breath when she laid eyes on a pink-white blob over on the next patch of land – and her heart soared as she spotted Laffey, laying asleep on the ground. Any other time she might've been angry that the Destroyer had somehow fallen asleep in enemy territory, but right now she was happy just to see someone who wasn't a molesting plant; hurrying over to the unconscious girl with haste.

''Signora Laffey! Wake up, please!'' The blonde called out, crouching down next to the unconscious girl and giving her a light but quick tap on the cheek, the gentle back-hand doing little to wake Laffey. ''Please wake up, I do not wish to be alone out here!''

Still, silence continued. Carabiniere groaned. ''Mio Dio...''

With no other choice and unable to wake Laffey up, even when shaken vigorously, Carabiniere slung the unconscious girl over her back and carried her through the swamp, hoping to find the others before something found them.

Unaware of how the parasites within them slowly began to nestle in for the long term, waiting to be taken away from the swamp to propagate themselves further.

[END]

A/N: Egg-laying and parasites, how lewd~

See you next time in Chapter 6: Maillé Brézé and Le Mars~