Rebecca had to hand it to Umbrella, they grew good herb. Even after a few hours and two orgasms, she was still feeling its effects. She wanted more than anything to reach out and touch Jill's shoulder as they went single-file through a dark, narrow passageway, but thought it best to keep her hands to herself. Jill had called her cute earlier, but she knew from hard experience that good herb and tough times made people say all kinds of things.

The passage ended at an elevator box sized for one person. They looked at each other with unease before squeezing in, and not just from fear of being trapped in such a small space. Neither could take a full breath without their chests touching. Rebecca felt Jill's hand brush her hip when she reached for the down button. She kept her eyes on the hollow between Jill's neck and shoulder, not knowing what to do with her entire body as they descended.

The elevator opened into another long, narrow passageway. Eager to be out of the cramped spaced, both women left at once, accidentally pressing themselves against each other. When they were clear, they walked side-by-side as far apart as the narrow hall would let them, towards the steel door on the far end. Rebecca let Jill go ahead and took out the dead researcher's notebook. It was hard to tell if her head was clearing or not. The notes made more sense, but what they implied was completely insane.

"Well?" said Jill, stopping at the door. "What are we in for?"

"Uh, well," Rebecca said, flipping through the rearmost pages. "There's a formula in her for some kind of herbicide, but this compound would work better on an animal, and then there's..."

Jill suddenly went through the door, seemingly satisfied that there was nothing moving around on the other side. She was right. The door was a side entrance to a botany lab and greenhouse. A dozen human-sized glass cylinders were set up throughout the room, holding what looked like vines and clumps of moss inside some clear, yellow fluid. Rebecca didn't like how some vines looked more like elongated limbs tipped with humanoid fingers, nor did she care much for how the mossy clumps had formed into man-like silhouettes.

What truly worried her, though, was that the entire room was covered in vegetation, from vibrant green roots and vines, to brown, thorny branches. Flowers poked out from desk drawers and cabinets, moss coated furniture and expensive pieces of lab equipment. It as as if the plants had all escaped their enclosures and were slowly fleeing the lab itself.

"Looks like the gardener was on vacation," quipped Jill as bright her flashlight went over the dark corners of the lab. "I don't see a way out."

"There," said Rebecca, pointing to a dense cluster of vines. "Under all that."

Any thoughts they had of simply pulling the vines away from the door vanished when they got close and saw the thorns. The razor wire topping the walls at Raccoon City Penitentiary had nothing on them, and if Rebecca wasn't mistaken, the fine, scale-like hairs they sported meant touching them at all, even with some tool, wasn't a good idea. Jill noticed as much, too, and kept her distance.

"The notes said something about an herbicide?" said Jill.

"Y-yeah," said Rebecca, taking the notebook out again, trying to shake the urge to go running back to the elevator. "I think we need to use that machine over there. See if you can get it turned on. I'll look for the stuff I think we'll need."

Reading the notes, Rebecca got the impression that whoever had written them had predicted the botany lab would come to this and that getting through would require an herbicide be dispersed through the sprinkler system. It read more like a hack than a safety feature, which made Rebecca even more nervous, but she couldn't see any other options.

She found the chemicals she needed behind a curtain of leafy vines. She didn't like how the leaves shivered when she pushed them aside, but her attention was soon pulled towards a few lose pieces of yellow paper tucked between the herbicide containers. It was a note, written in the same hand as the ones she'd been reading. Rebecca's mouth went dry as her eyes darted over the lines, her mind digesting not just what they said but how they said it.

"Jill," she said, not too loudly, for some of the blossoms might function like an animal's ears. "We should leave. Like, now."

"What? Why?"

Rebecca meant to explain while on her way out, but her feet had become tangled in the vines on the floor and she tripped. She heard Jill cursing, caught the same way.

"The plant is a monster! We've got to get out of here!" Rebecca cried as the vines on the floor moved, slithering over her body, wrapping around her limbs. They pulled her arms and legs in different directions, crawled under her clothes. They behaved more like the tentacles of an octopus than the vines of a plant. She writhed and strained against them on the floor but could only scream as they tore off her clothes.

The vines had Jill, too, spreading her limbs and enveloping her so she couldn't move. More vines came down from the ceiling, like snakes descending to the forest floor. They lifted Rebecca and Jill off the ground, hung them so that they faced each other.

"What the hell is this!?" Jill shouted as thick, leafless vines came down from the ceiling, moving with a deliberation not seen in the others.

Rebecca watched in horror as the tip of a thick vine floated in front of her face. She could have told Jill what the plant was, what it was about to do to them, but didn't think she'd be doing her comrade any favors. There was no turning back when the vine wound around her neck, its tip feeling its way up to her mouth. It forced its way past her lips. She bit down, found it as unyielding as hard rubber.

She saw Jill had clenched her jaw tight, that was until the vine around her throat tightened. When she instinctively gulped for air, the vine darted past her lips. Rebecca then felt something passing through the vine in her mouth as it pushed its was to the very back of her throat, making her gag. Whatever it was, it passed straight into her esophagus and into her stomach.

The vine then moved back and forth, using her mouth for friction against its rubbery outer bark. The same was happening to Jill, the vine thrusting a little faster each time. The vine was passing something again, this time a liquid mass. Rebecca braced herself, felt the hot ooze hit the back of her throat, making her cough and gag. There was too much for her to swallow. It filled her mouth, came oozing out between her lips. It was warm, gooey, and intensely sweet. It was the plant's nectar. She felt the strange chemicals and mutant enzymes produced by the plant-animal hybrid's bizarre organs seeping into her body, making their way to her brain.

The sweet nectar tasted amazing; she knew it was bad for her, but gulped down as much as she could anyway. It didn't just taste good, it made her feel good. She wanted all the plant could give, but much of it dribbled from her mouth, dripped down between her breasts. The same was happening to Jill; the nectar, a light amber color, rolled down her chin in gooey beads, covering her front, making her skin glisten.

Another vine snaked up behind Jill, this one tipped with a massive, fleshy bud. The petals opened, revealing pink insides covered with tiny suckers. Rebecca knew one must be behind her as well and wasn't surprised when she felt the fleshy petals cover and cling to her buttocks and pelvis. The plants thick stamen pressed against her womanhood, sliding inside of her, sending a wave of ecstasy up her spine that washed down through her limbs.

Anchored by the grasping petals, the rigid stamen slid back and forth inside Rebecca, swelling up and stretching her in a way that made her ooze pure bliss. She couldn't help but indulge in low moans of pleasure, even as the vine in her mouth continued to gush sweet nectar down her throat.

The petals tightened their grip on her flesh, the stamen's thrusts came fast and hard. She felt something hot and oozing let loose inside of her; the stuff was like gasoline on a fire, sending her headlong into a dizzying orgasm.

She awoke on the floor, among the slime covered vines, her belly and womb both full of hot nectar. The pumping tendrils had drawn back, leaving her and Jill to lie on their backs, breathing heavy and content. Slowly, they turned towards each other. Jill looked as hungry as Rebecca felt. Not for anything like food, the nectar was quite filling, but for what they'd been thirsting for since she'd joined the RPD.

They crawled to each other on their hands and knees, their lips meeting over slithering vines. They licked the sticky nectar from each others faces, sucked it from each other's tongues. They were one with each other, one with the leafy vines and its sweet nectar. More vines tipped with swollen bulbs and hard stamens slithered out from the corners of the room, presenting themselves to the women. Stroking and sucking them produced more of the amber bliss, which they lewdly fed to each other.

"It's so good," Jill whispered.

"Yeah. They made it to be," said Rebecca, dimly remembering the note left in the chemical cabinet. Part of her knew what was happening was bad, but most of her couldn't care. In a haze of lust she lowered the stamen she'd been sucking between Jill's legs, touching her pussy with its slick head. Jill gasped, laid back and helped Rebecca guide the thick plant organ inside.

Rebecca remembered what Jill had done for her in the bedroom and repeated much of it with the plant stamen, adding a few of her own flourishes as Jill writhed on a bed of vines, the pleasure far more intense than she'd expected or could handle. Rebecca showed no mercy, no restraint, laughing as she sent Jill into an orgasmic rapture.

The vine where Rebecca held it bulged suddenly. She pulled it out and watched as thick ropes of amber goo shot all over Jill's naked stomach. She stroked the shaft of the stamen, shooting more ooze into Jill's bare chest. She wanted to lap it all up at once, but paced herself, starting by plunging into Jill's womanhood, drinking both her and the plant's honey before moving upward. She was sucking on Jill's right breast when she was suddenly rolled into her back.

"My turn," Jill said, sliding down Rebecca's body, taking up both stamen-tipped vines. Rebecca relaxed as best she could, but gasped and tightened as her pussy and pucker were both penetrated. Jill was patient and the plant seemed to like it slow. Rebecca had time to wonder when this would all end. According to the notes she remembered, the nectar had allowed some of the test subjects to live and remain conscious for as long as seven weeks, but that had been with a well-fed plant whose ability to reproduce had been removed.

As she came, she wondered, which one of them was the meal and which one was the mate.

XXX

Jill staggered out of the botany lab, warm amber nectar running down her legs. Rebecca wobbled behind her, also dripping nectar. They looked at each other with pleasant, tired expressions. Each had their flashlights, nothing more; they no longer needed their clothing or their weapons. What they had now was a gift and a mission to take it to the thing down stairs. It was an evil thing, a threat to the harmony and peace of the world, but the gift they had for it would render it safe. Jill didn't know how she knew this, nor did she care. Once this was done, they could return and drink more of the nectar, fill their stomachs and wombs and be alone together.

The passages they used were becoming wider, better lit. Instinctively, they knew where to go, though neither had any idea where they'd end up or what they'd find there. Jill knew they'd arrived when they came to a massive steel door, one built to keep God himself out. More likely, she realized, it had been built to keep the Devil in.

The door opened by way of an digital control panel, and while Jill was a master of unlocking she deferred to Rebecca, who was better with electronics. There was a spring in the girl's step now, her mind seemed to be working quicker. Jill knew this because she felt it too, the plant's vigor coursing through her veins. They'd drain it dry when they were done here, then carry its seed into the wider world.

"Got it!" Rebecca said as the hydraulic locks on the massive door released. It slid open, revealing another laboratory, this one cold, gray, and sterile, and free of plant life. Jill didn't like the look of it, but saw right away what was truly hateful about it. On the far end, past rows of humming lab equipment stood a tall cylinder made from glass. It was filled with a clear, greenish fluid, a womb for a grub-white horror even that her nectar-infused brain recoiled from the seeing.

It had been a human male at one point. Standing nine feet high at least, its right arm ended in a deformed hand sporting long, blade-like claws. Its black eyes stared out at nothing over a grinning lipless mouth. In the middle of its chest was a bulging, red tumor. Grotesque as it all was, what drew Jill and Rebecca's glassy eyes was what hung between its legs.

The medic was the first to shake herself free of the pendulous member's spell. She went looking over the lab equipment, rifling through loose notebooks and folders. They would need to free the monster from its prison to give it their gift. Jill knew instinctively how that would be accomplished. They were both full of the wonderful nectar, it would seep into the creature as it fornicated with them. The only question was, how would they survive such a tryst? Despite its huge, prominent manhood, the thing didn't look like it had been with amorous intentions.

Shaking her head, Jill went around the lab, nosing through papers and printouts, hoping she'd find something that made sense to her. She was reading the logs from some test subject, someone named Lisa, when Rebecca cried out, "Got it! Jill, come here!"

Rebecca had found the creature's user manual. Umbrella had nicknamed it "Tyrant" and it looked like they'd planned to make more. As Jill had surmised, it had once been a man, but Umbrella's experiments had turned him into a bioweapon, one that would kill anyone in its sight once it was free. That was, unless some changes were made to the settings on its tank.

Gleefully, the medic adjusted some dials and switches on the control box for the monster's stasis tank. Jill watched in awe as its member swelled and stiffened, the fluid in the tank drained. Now empty, the glass casing slid downward into the base, leaving the behemoth to step off the platform. It was even more hideous outside the tank, but Jill and Rebecca only had eyes for its cock.

They approached it like two tourists walking up to a grizzly in a national park, awed into idiocy by horrible majesty and the promise of a profound experience at the price of their doom.

Jill and Rebecca's tongues met at the root of the Tyrant's shaft, playing together as they moved their way up. Their lips met further up at the head. They could feel the enormous brute it belonged to shuddering, hear a low rumbling from his insides. He erupted sooner than they'd expected, his white hot seed landing in ropes across their upturned faces.

They were licking the member clean, thinking about which one of them would take it inside her first. Both were eager to pass on their gift, even if it meant being broken and filled with monstrous seed. Jill was just about to do the heroic thing and offer herself up first when the door on the far end of the lab opened.

"Jill! Rebecca! Get down!"

It was Chris. He held a rocket launcher over his shoulder; there was a loud shrieking hiss as it was fired, a round streaking straight at the Tyrant's pulsing chest. The top half of the monster exploded, leaving the legs to wobble before toppling backward, its cock still at fill mast.

"Jill!" Chris shouted, dropping the launcher and running over to them. "Rebecca. Are you two alright? I thought for sure you... both were..."

Jill could tell that he'd realized she and Rebecca were completely nude fairly early on in his arrival but had chosen to be classy about it. He was only now noticing the ropes of cum drenching their sticky, naked bodies. "Thank god, you're alive," said Jill, remembering she was also high. "So many of the others... is Barry..."

"I'm here," said Barry, coming through the lab door. He was carrying something that looked like a garden sprayer and a syringe. "Had a bit of a weed problem to take care of. Are you two... uh..."

"We're fine," said Jill, rising to her feet. "The monster, it ambushed us... we were applying a pressure point we read about in one of these manuals to paralyze it."

"Oh, yeah, good, good thinking," said Chris, looking around at the lab equipment. "Uh, come on. We need to get out of here. The whole place is about to self destruct."

"Self destruct?" said Rebecca, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were beginning to clear. She looked at Jill with a strange mix of lust and fear.

"What happened to Wesker?" said Jill.

"Wesker betrayed us. He was in on it with Umbrella the whole time. There's no time to explain right now, we have to go."

She and Rebecca followed the men out of the lab and up through the mansion, out into a fenced in loading dock where they were greeted by the rumble of a helicopter. Vickers, he'd come back. They boarded the chopper before it even touched the ground, Chris shouted for Vickers to go now. They rose.

Jill had never heard such an explosion before in all her life. It shook the chopper, tripped an alarm, drew screams and cries from all of them, but Vickers kept them airborne.

When they were sure Chris and Barry weren't looking at them, Jill and Rebecca shared a glance, one that said they had no idea when the mind altering chemicals their brains had been steeped in would wear off, but once they did, if they did, Umbrella would be made to pay. Just because they grew good herb, Jill thought, didn't give them the right to escape justice.