Out of the Turning came the new creatures- the tigrans, and the leonines, and the canine. These new beasts were different then their predecessors and were more dangerous in some ways. The tigrans and the leonines both are capable of inseminating and fertilizing one of the Seeded. The tigrans, a strange mutation of man and tiger and insect, are the most lethal. Their phallus is heavily barbed and will rip our sensitive passage to shreds during mating. It is not a painful death at first, because of the heavy endorphins released with its sting. It is not until the eggs began to feed of your womb and then your organs that the pain begins. Death is prolonged and always fatal. There is no way to purge the eggs from the system. If one of the Seeded is found carrying the signs of tigran breeding, we execute and burn the carrier. Leonines are also a strange breed of ape, lion, and insect- in this case scorpion. Leonines are also capable of breeding with us and procreating in that manner. The semen of the leonine includes a strange chemical which, upon entry to the bloodstream encourages feral behavior. Women who have been subdued and bred repeatedly often become fully feral and animalistic. They will enthusiastically mate with their leonine male and hunt and even kill their Seeded friends. The canine are the most natural of the new mutants. They are just as the dogs of old- just giants. The average canine is the size of a mule. They are trainable as pack animals and as guards. The trainer duty is dangerous because one bite is often fatal. In recent times we have seen several cults associated with the worship of canines. Some of the Seeded keep trained canine as sex toys. They are an enjoyable and animated partner, although difficult and expensive to care for.
Some of you no doubt are wondering about me. After the second rebellion, my mother had been taken up and carried in the bud of her Giver as many of you and your mothers were. Once the air was clean, she was not immediately released- which was unique. Nine months after the air was renewed she was Reborn. She was pregnant with me, my father the Giver who had protected us for so many years. He went to root upon our Rebirth and she went into labor. The midwife who delivered me proclaimed me a Messiah or Savior for our civilization. I was an unknown then. My "royal" bloodline and the uniqueness of my birth made me an object of fear and worship. For those of you who will read this in the future I will include a brief description of my appearance. My skin is a soft green like the leaves of the Givers. My eyes are solid violet, no pupil or iris. My hair is hundreds of smaller tentacles, such as those of our Givers. I have complete control over each individual strand and am quite adept in their usage. Perhaps the most unique aspects of my appearance are my pussy and my nipples. When aroused, both undergo drastic changes, different from those of a human Seeded. My nipples look like normal ones at first glance when un-aroused. But after stimulation they rise up and harden. Their texture and appearance changed to that of a woody thorn. I have been told by my lovers that a prick of the thorn increases sensitivity and arousal tenfold. My pussy, as I said, also changes. At first it appears, again, as a normal woman's. Upon stimulation it begins to bloom and spread as a flower. Each of the petals is sensitive. Once stimulation has ended the petals will fall to the ground and my pussy will look normal again. I have self-experimented and found that I can produce dozens of blooms within a day. There seems to be no limitation to this function. As a normal woman orgasms, I bloom. The sensations seem similar except for the appearance and increased surface area of my pussy when it has reached full bloom.
The young woman had grown tired. Despite the obvious superiority of her physique the last few weeks had been trying. She had gone from being a sacred object of adoration to thousands of women, to being a traitor and a mutant. She had challenged the new society which had sprung up in the wreckage of the Second Rebellion. Before the uprising, her family had headed a benevolent utopia of sorts. Now she was alone in the wastes, prey for the mutants of which she had just written and for those who needed her dead. Ariana rolled up the writings and stored them safely away in her woven knapsack. Then she went to root. To the Seeded (the women who had been chosen by their plant mates and born new fruit from the mating) going to Root meant death. For Ariana, it was literal. As she slept her toes furrowed into the ground and drew nutrients from the soil, replenishing her energy. It was her most vulnerable period. If her enemies were to come upon her quietly they could finish her before she had the opportunity to pull her feet free from the ground. This night would be a peaceful one- the last for a while. Ariana would be tossed between the rampant demands of nature and the manipulative actions of civilization.
Ariana awoke to the sense of a disruption in the jungle near her. Since she had been born, she had, had intimate knowledge of the organisms that drew their life from the soil as she did. They were her kin, half-brothers and sisters in a way. The threat was not imminent, but it was close enough for her to wake with a start and immediately get in motion. It took her around a minute to fully break from the soil. She could move sooner if necessary, but she risked injury to do so. The vines atop her head went about gathering her belongings while her roots retracted into toes. She was patient; understanding that panicking could mean death. The moment her toes were fully retreated, she broke into a sprint. Ariana's running displayed a second sense within the jungle. Everything had its place and she knew them. If any other human had been around they would have been both aroused and awed by her beauty. The long viney hair trailed behind her as she raced. Her full breasts bounced happily atop her chest and with each full extension of her leg a burst of a pink fleshy region between her smooth thighs was revealed.
The creature on her tail appreciated these assets, but it did not understand why. It had no understanding of the comparison of beauty; it simply understood pleasure and need. At the moment it was more focused on need and was willing to sacrifice anything to get what it wanted. The creature was a leonine, of which she had just offered a brief discussion. It had caught her scent early that morning and had been slowly drawing nearer to her resting site. Her scent had been strong there, an odd blend of the jungle around it and the distinctive smell of a human female. Before he had been able to reach her she had darted into the jungle a fair distance ahead of her. But he was fast and big and young and had easily covered the distance between them. In full stride, this young male leonine measured fourteen feet in length. It resembled a large lion in silhouette. Up close there were some distinctive differences. The leonine had a thin exoskeleton running from the tip of its nose down to the end of its hindquarters. Its underside and legs were the same tawny hair of a normal lion. The legs and forearms of the leonine resembled those of a muscular ape, albeit slightly more proportional. But the most unique feature of this mutant creature was its tail. It was hard to trace the whipping motion of the tail of the leonine as it raced after its prey, but when still it strongly resembled the tail of the scorpion, minus the poisonous dart at the tip. The first of the Seeded who had encountered this new creature were caught off guard by the tail's uses and abilities. Now it was the most feared aspect of the leonine's anatomy. It was also a highly prized symbol of bravery and weapon skill to those who had successfully killed its owner. Ariana had never encountered these creatures except in royal processions and on wall mountings. Her first meeting would be today.
Ariana by now knew that she was not going to win the out and out race and that her only chance of survival would be to take advantage of the brutal single-mindedness of the creature. She allowed herself to slow, consciously fighting the instinct within her to run faster. Ariana's second sense was not flawless and she tried to turn to meet her attacker a moment too late. The leonine was already mid-pounce and just as her body twisted towards it; it made contact with her shoulders. The sharp clawed hands of the leonine dug into the soft green skin on the outside of her shoulders. The heavy weight of the animal's body sent her backwards until her flight was stopped by a sturdy tree trunk. Ariana was in a bad way. The leonine preferred its prey back up, much easier to inseminate, but it was not necessary. The moment it had a stable footing on the ground its tail came whipping back between its rear legs, with a particularly soft pink target in mind. This was the leonine's surprise- the tail had become both a weapon and its means of breeding. Ariana, managed to regain some control of her body, just seconds before the first thrust landed. She clamped her legs together and pivoted her lower body up and to the side. The tail kicked up the moist soil and dead leaves where her pussy had just been. Immediately, the tail retreated and recocked, aiming again. Its next attack was foiled in the same way. Ariana knew that she needed to find a way out soon. Her shoulders were bleeding a dark green sap where they were pinned beneath the claws of the leonine. At the moment the leonine was not trying to kill her, but if she did not solve her problem soon, she would risk inviting it to.
