Podcasts about Dryad

What if we could detect and suppress wildfires within minutes—not hours? In this episode of All Things Wildfire, we sit down with Carsten Brinkschulte, CEO of Dryad Networks, to explore the cutting-edge technology redefining wildfire defense. From solar-powered IoT sensors that detect fires in their earliest stages to SilverGuard, an autonomous drone system poised to revolutionize fire suppression, this conversation dives deep into the future of wildfire resilience.  We uncover how parametric insurance could reshape wildfire risk models and why collaboration between tech innovators and insurance providers is essential. Carsten shares Dryad's bold vision: a world where wildfires are extinguished before they can spread—using AI, sound wave suppression, and a fast-reacting web of intelligent systems.  Key Takeaways: Dryad's SilverNet detects ignition in minutes—before smoke is even visible. 85% of wildfires are caused by human activity, increasing the need for early intervention. Parametric insurance may unlock faster claims and incentivize prevention tech. Autonomous drones and sound wave suppression may be the future of firefighting. A call for industry collaboration to achieve fully integrated wildfire response systems. If you're in wildfire prevention, insurance, or technology—this is a must-listen episode.

In Episode 3 of HEAT – Beyond 1.5, we turn our attention to one of the most urgent and under-discussed aspects of the climate crisis: disaster preparedness. Climate change is accelerating the frequency and intensity of extreme weather events - from wildfires and floods to deadly heatwaves. This episode explores how both policy and technology are rising to meet the challenge of keeping people, communities, and critical infrastructure safe. David Wortmann of DWR eco speaks with Julia Stewart-David, Climate Change and Resilience Adviser at the European Commission's DG ECHO, about how the EU is rethinking disaster management. The focus is shifting from reactive crisis response to proactive resilience - through investments in early warning systems, climate-adapted infrastructure, and public awareness. Julia shares how the Union Civil Protection Mechanism helps coordinate disaster response across member states, and why building local knowledge and preparedness is critical for Europe's future safety. Meanwhile, Nikolaus Samios of PT1 sits down with Carsten Brinkschulte, CEO and Co-Founder of Dryad, a German startup pioneering ultra-early wildfire detection. Using AI-powered gas sensors, solar-powered mesh networks, and soon drone-based response tools, Dryad is creating “digital noses” for forests - detecting fires minutes after ignition, long before they become uncontrollable. Carsten shares Dryad's entrepreneurial journey and explains why climate resilience represents one of the biggest business opportunities of our time. How can public institutions, tech startups, and investors work together to prevent disasters before they strike? What does it take to turn climate risk into climate readiness? Tune in to Episode 4 of HEAT to discover how we can prepare smarter - and act faster - for a climate-resilient future.

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In this week's episode, we're heading back over to Ancient Greece and Rome for a fan favourite, the Dryad! How similar are Dryads and Nymphs? Why do they hate hiding from humans and gods so much? Find out this week!Send us a textSupport the showYou can find us on: Myth Monsters Website Spotify Apple Podcasts GoodPods Amazon Music Social media: Twitter BlueSky Instagram Facebook TikTok

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On this episode of RaN We Booked It, we will be discussing (WITH SPOILERS), The Dryad Storm by Laurie Forest. Be prepared for ALL. THE. THOUGHTS.

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ACOFAE Podcast Presents: Series Fatigue: The Dryad Storm by Laurie Forest Being excited about a new release can be scary. Being excited about a new release that is ALSO the conclusion to the series is another level of excited/scary. When that new release that is also the conclusion of the series then turns out to be a DNF for BOTH Laura Marie and Jessica Marie, then the question becomes? Was it them? or Is it really that bad? The Black Witch Chronicles comes to an end with The Dryad Storm, the book that was such a DNF that is sparked a question about fatigue and the willingness to journey through the slog. How much is the reader's time worth? When do you take ownership of your reading and acknowledge that you are not having fun? What other series suffer from series fatigue? If any? All that and more is discussed as ACOFAE Laura and ACOFAE Jessica pinpoint where the series lost them and why. "Anything for the pod, but not this." TW / CW: For additional TW/CW information for your future reads, head to this site for more: https://triggerwarningdatabase.com/ Spoilers: The Black Witch Chronicles by Laurie Forest (specifically The Dryad Storm and The Demon Tide), and SJM Universe Mentions: Moulin Rouge, Teen Wolf, Dexter, Crescent City, Throne of Glass, ACOTAR series (ACOTAR/ACOMAF/ACOWAR/ACOFAS) by Sarah J. Maas, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, From Blood and Ash (FBAA) by Jennifer L. Armentrout (JLA), Spark of the Everflame by Penn Cole, Dramione, Legendborn and Oathbound by Tracy Deonn, Daughters of the Moon series, The Folk of the Air series by Holly Black, Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin (GRRM), A Trial of the Sun Queen, Shadowhunters by Cassandra Clare (Cassie Clare), Shatter Me series by Tahereh Mafi, Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros *Thank you for listening to us! Please subscribe and leave a 5-star review and follow us on Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/) at @ACOFAEpodcast and on our TikToks! TikTok: ACOFAELaura : Laura Marie (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaelaura?) ( https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaelaura) ACOFAEJessica : Jessica Marie (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaejessica?) (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaejessica) Instagram: @ACOFAEpodcast (https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/) https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/ @ACOFAELaura (https://www.instagram.com/acofaelaura/) https://www.instagram.com/acofaelaura/

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Start Millidoiro 0:00:45 Milladoiro Moraima 4:44 Auga de Maio 1999 0:05:29 Milladoiro Alalás da Ulla 4:23 Auga de Maio 1999 0:09:52 Milladoiro Estreliña do Luceiro 3:36 Auga de Maio 1999 In The Labyrinth 0:14:15 In The Labyrinth Samirala 6:15 Samas Antaral 2019 0:20:31 In the Labyrinth Night Of The Baskerville Killer 4:34 Dryad 2024 Moura […]

Dría de Dóchas is a trans-femme Latinx creative worker and interdisciplinary artist whose practice responds to imperial and colonial violence on the Earth and its inhabitants. A significant body of her work surrounds her alter ego and drag persona, the Dryad, and their existential journey as a queer embodiment of the Earth during the late stages of capitalism. Through the means and materials available to her, de Dóchas seeks to cultivate a sense of solidarity and kinship across different forms and walks of life, challenging Eurocentric notions of social, political, and economic value. Dría attended the University of New Mexico, earning an MFA from the Art + Ecology program in the spring of 2022. Her work has been exhibited and published both nationally and internationally—most notably in the 2022 Venice Biennale—and she has contributed to and performed in internationally-exhibited, award-winning films. Dría currently teaches courses at Boise State University and The College of Idaho.

Sean James aka The Repo Man sits down and talks about his life in the Royal Navy which moulded him into the most legendary Repo Man within the UK. Some of the stories will have you laughing, some will have you shouting and some will have you sat there with your mouth wide open thinking what the f**k?

  How can cutting-edge technology help combat one of the most devastating contributors to climate change? In today's episode of Tech Talks Daily, I speak with Carsten Brinkschulte, CEO and co-founder of Dryad Networks, to explore the innovative solutions his company is bringing to wildfire detection and forest health monitoring. Dryad's groundbreaking “Internet of Trees” uses AI-powered sensors, solar energy, and IoT networks to address the challenges of forest management on a global scale. Carsten shares the inspiration behind Dryad Networks, which stemmed from the catastrophic 2018 wildfires and his drive to tackle the staggering statistic that wildfires account for up to 20% of global CO2 emissions. We dive into the technology powering Dryad's solutions, including small, solar-powered gas sensors that act as "electronic noses," detecting wildfire indicators like hydrogen and carbon monoxide far earlier than traditional methods. These sensors, supported by AI and machine learning, operate on edge computing to provide ultra-early detection even in the most remote areas. Beyond wildfire prevention, Carsten explains how the technology is transforming forest management. From soil moisture monitoring and illegal logging prevention to tree growth tracking and CO2 sequestration measurement, the possibilities of Dryad's network extend far beyond fire detection. With their recent strategic partnership with Kinéis, Dryad is now integrating satellite connectivity to expand deployment into previously unreachable regions. As we discuss the future, Carsten outlines Dryad's ambitious goal to prevent 3.9 million hectares of forest from burning by 2030, saving an estimated 1.7 billion tonnes of CO2 emissions. This conversation underscores the power of AI and IoT in addressing pressing global issues and highlights the potential of technology to drive real-world impact. What role do you think technology like this will play in combating climate change? Can AI and IoT truly transform how we protect and manage our forests? Share your thoughts and join the conversation!

Carsten Brinkschulte is the CEO of Dryad, a company that leverages AI to detect wildfires early and prevent catastrophic damage. Carsten shares his journey from a telecom entrepreneur to climate tech innovator, explaining how Dryad's solar-powered sensors and mesh networks detect wildfires at their inception and transmit real-time alerts to their customers. He also discusses the technical challenges of embedding machine learning into low-cost sensors, the importance of collaborating with public and private stakeholders, and the evolving landscape of wildfire detection technology. Carsten provides advice for aspiring climate tech entrepreneurs, emphasizing the need to align impact with profitability.

Dryad a wood deity. When not worshipping the snake on a wooden pole (Num21:9) they are worshipping a man on a wooden cross (Jn19:19). Both are meant for healing through faith (Isa53:5). Principles, illuminations, revelations, entendre, numerology, types and foreshadowing.

GC13, Soren, and David discuss the fifteenth episode of Delicious in Dungeon, Dryad and Cockatrice. You know what we've needed? A funny episode. Well, this episode has jokes for days, and they land. Do you want to see all of the disapproving faces Marcille is capable of making? Well so do we, and this episode … Continue reading

As Samhain draws near, I decided to give a second outing to some of the more overtly horror-oriented stories from the M.I.S.T archive in a little curated mini-fest, starting with 5 parter DRYAD. Rooted as it is in Celtic folklore and legends of ancient blood sacrifice, it's hard to think of anything more appropriate to this particular season....

As Samhain draws near, I decided to give a second outing to some of the more overtly horror-oriented stories from the M.I.S.T archive in a little curated mini-fest, starting with 5 parter DRYAD. Rooted as it is in Celtic folklore and legends of ancient blood sacrifice, it's hard to think of anything more appropriate to this particular season....

As Samhain draws near, I decided to give a second outing to some of the more overtly horror-oriented stories from the M.I.S.T archive in a little curated mini-fest, starting with 5 parter DRYAD. Rooted as it is in Celtic folklore and legends of ancient blood sacrifice, it's hard to think of anything more appropriate to this particular season....

As Samhain draws near, I decided to give a second outing to some of the more overtly horror-oriented stories from the M.I.S.T archive in a little curated mini-fest, starting with 5 parter DRYAD. Rooted as it is in Celtic folklore and legends of ancient blood sacrifice, it's hard to think of anything more appropriate to this particular season....

As Samhain draws near, I decided to give a second outing to some of the more overtly horror-oriented stories from the M.I.S.T archive in a little curated mini-fest, starting with 5 parter DRYAD. Rooted as it is in Celtic folklore and legends of ancient blood sacrifice, it's hard to think of anything more appropriate to this particular season....

Dryad Networks, a pioneer in ultra-early wildfire detection technology, announced a major financial boost to advance its wildfire prevention solutions. The company has been awarded a €3.8 million grant from the European Regional Development Fund (ERDF), via Investitionsbank des Landes Brandenburg (ILB), to accelerate the development of its revolutionary wildfire suppression project, codenamed "Florian." This significant grant will drive the development of an autonomous drone-based system designed to combat wildfires at their inception. In addition to the ILB grant, Dryad Networks has secured €2.5 million in funding from First Imagine!, a leading climate-tech investor. This brings the total raised from its April convertible financing round to €8.9 million. The new capital injection positions Dryad to scale its Silvanet wildfire detection platform while driving forward the development of Florian, an innovative solution that combines AI-driven early detection with immediate suppression capabilities. "We are thrilled to receive this substantial funding from ILB, which will significantly advance our 'Florian' project," said Carsten Brinkschulte, CEO and co-founder of Dryad Networks. "Combining this with the new investment from First Imagine Ventures, we are well-positioned to revolutionize wildfire management. Our vision is not only to detect wildfires at their earliest stages but also to suppress them quickly, minimizing damage to communities, ecosystems and infrastructure." Boris Dorin, partner at First Imagine!, commented, "Dryad's groundbreaking approach to wildfire detection and suppression is exactly the type of transformative technology we seek to support. As wildfires grow in intensity and frequency due to climate change, the need for scalable, proactive solutions has never been more urgent. We are excited to partner with Dryad Networks in their mission to protect critical ecosystems and build a more resilient, sustainable future." Building upon the success of the Silvanet system, which uses solar-powered, AI-driven networks to detect the early signs of wildfires, Dryad Networks is now developing Florian to swiftly and effectively suppress these fires. Using an autonomous drone fleet equipped with innovative fire suppression technology, such as acoustic waves, Florian is designed to extinguish wildfires before they have a chance to spread. These drones will be permanently stationed in high-risk forests, ensuring a rapid response to potential threats. Dryad Networks' participation as a finalist in the XPRIZE Wildfire Competition with their Florian project underscores the urgent need for innovative solutions to address the escalating threat of wildfires worldwide. As extreme wildfires continue to cause billions of euros in damage and wreak havoc on fragile ecosystems, new technologies are becoming increasingly vital for early detection and suppression. The company remains committed to advancing its technology, expanding its network of deployed sensors, and forging strategic partnerships to enhance wildfire management and resilience efforts globally. Dryad's core product, Silvanet, is already deployed in over twenty countries across North America, Europe, Asia, and Australasia with 20,000 sensors shipped to date. More about Irish Tech News Irish Tech News are Ireland's No. 1 Online Tech Publication and often Ireland's No.1 Tech Podcast too. You can find hundreds of fantastic previous episodes and subscribe using whatever platform you like via our Anchor.fm page here: https://anchor.fm/irish-tech-news If you'd like to be featured in an upcoming Podcast email us at Simon@IrishTechNews.ie now to discuss. Irish Tech News have a range of services available to help promote your business. Why not drop us a line at Info@IrishTechNews.ie now to find out more about how we can help you reach our audience. You can also find and follow us on Twitter, LinkedIn, Facebook, Instagram, TikTok and Snapchat.

A very special episode with our dear friend and third mic from Shingle Springs, California, Scout Dixon West. Scout, as you well know by now, has released three of the most talked about perfumes this year and we were so excited to talk about the process of creating them. Get your cowboy boots ready and pour a tall one as we discuss all three fragrances, how they came to be, and which are most popular amongst delivery folks and HVAC repair people. We also ramble as expected on what we've been wearing, Scout's current want list, and why Jeff's teenage perfume choices were really cool and didn't lead to swirlies. Oh, and of course, The Game.Follow Scout on TikTok and Instagram - @scoutdixonwest / @scoutdixonwestBuy her perfumes at her Scout Dixon West, Ministry of Scent, Luckyscent, and Arielle Shoshana(00:00) - - Intro and Hello Scout (10:04) - - Scents of the Week with SDW Reviews (55:05) - - The Game Perfumes Mentioned In This Episode:Incarnate, Coney Island Baby, and El Dorado by Scout Dixon West / Erba Pura by Xerjoff / Of True Minds by Liis / Nudiflorum by Nasomatto / Terroni by Orto Parisi / Baccarat by MFK / Duro, China White, and Narcotic Venus by Nasomatto / Fiore d'Ambra and Rosea Mundi by Profumom Roma / Le Lion by Chanel / Babycat by YSL / L'Air de Rien by Miller Harris / Benjoin Bohème by Diptyque / Ambre Sultan by Serge Lutens / Ambre Precieux by Maitre Parfumeur et Gantier / Rose de Nuit by Serge Lutens / Tabac Tabou and Ambre Russe by Parfum d'Empire / Boudoir by Vivienne Westwood / Anubis, Dryad, Epona, and Salome by Papillon Artisan Perfumes / Grove By The Sea and Almond Suede by Arquiste / Borneo 1834, Muscs Koublai Khan, and Iris Silver Mist by Serge Lutens / Lagerfeld for Men / Gucci Nobile by Gucci / Invasion Barbare by MDCI Parfums / Comète by Chanel / Belle Ame by Les Abstraits / Patchouli Paris by Guerlain / French Affair, Citizen X, Jasmin Fauve by Ex Nihilo / Ginger Essence by Origins / My place or yours Gina, Always In The Mood Miss Gina, and Laugh with me Lee Lee by BenefitThe Game:Fumerie Turque by Serge Lutens / Musc EDP by Bruno Acampora / Claiborne for Men by Liz Claiborne / Iris Celadon by Giorgio Armani / Midnight Special by Ex Nihilo / Spell 125 by Papillon Artisan PerfumesPlease feel free to email us at hello@fragraphilia.com - Send us questions, comments, or recommendations. We can be found on TikTok and Instagram @fragraphilia

Start Artist Song Time Album Year 0:00:48 In the Labyrinth Lost In The Woods (With Intro) 4:59 Dryad 2024 0:08:10 In the Labyrinth Out Of This Maze 6:52 Dryad 2024 0:16:01 In the Labyrinth Catch A Cloud 6:57 Dryad 2024 0:22:58 In the Labyrinth Nargal (First Mix) 8:38 Dryad 2024 0:32:50 In the Labyrinth Muscarine […]

Join co-hosts Adrian M. Gibson and M.J. Kuhn for a masterclass panel on Content Creation 101, featuring Evan Leikam from Book Reviews Kill, Mike from Mike's Book Reviews and Kayla from Kay's Hidden Shelf. During the panel, Evan, Mike and Kayla lay out the fundamentals for getting into content creation, including how they started, the big content platforms, editing software and recording equipment, content length on different platforms, algorithms and originality, connecting with your audience, monetization and advertising, reviewing books, receiving ARCs, relationships with publishers/authors and more. OUR SPONSOR: War of the Hounds by David Hopkins is a gripping tale set in the world of The Dryad's Crown. It's the story of Bren Caius—a living legend and the most celebrated warrior of her age—as she faces her greatest triumph and her most heartbreaking failure. Visit ⁠⁠⁠ThatDavidHopkins.com⁠⁠⁠ and sign up for the epic fantasy newsletter to receive a FREE download of the War of the Hounds eBook. SHOUTOUT TO THE 'SFF ADDICT' PATRONS: Thank you David Hopkins, Luke F. Shepherd, Daniel Ryan, Christopher R. DuBois and Luke A. Winch for supporting us on Patreon at $10+. SUPPORT THE SHOW: - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (for exclusive bonus episodes, author readings, book giveaways and more) - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Merch shop⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (for a selection of tees, tote bags, mugs, notebooks and more) - Subscribe to the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FanFiAddict YouTube channel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or check us out on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, where this and every other episode of the show is available in full video - Rate and review SFF Addicts on your platform of choice, and share us with your friends EMAIL US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS & COMMENTS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠sffaddictspod@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ABOUT OUR GUESTS: Evan Leikam from Book Reviews Kill is a content creator on TikTok and Instagram. He is also a podcaster and author, with his debut novel, Anji Kills a King, publishing in 2025 through Tor Books. Find Evan on TikTok, Instagram and YouTube. Mike from Mike's Book Reviews is a book reviewer/content creator on YouTube. Find Mike on YouTube, Twitter, Instagram and Patreon. Kayla from Kay's Hidden Shelf is a book reviewer/content creator on YouTube. Find Kayla on YouTube, Twitter and Instagram. ABOUT OUR HOSTS: Adrian M. Gibson is a podcaster, writer and illustrator. His debut novel, Mushroom Blues, is available now to purchase on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ in paperback, eBook and hardcover. Find Adrian on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. M.J. Kuhn is the author of ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Among Thieves⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, her debut novel, and its sequel ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Thick as Thieves⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Find M.J. on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠her personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. FOLLOW SFF ADDICTS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FanFiAddict Book Blog⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ MUSIC: Intro: "⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Into The Grid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠" by MellauSFX Outro: “⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Galactic Synthwave⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠” by Divion Ad: "⁠⁠⁠Beyond Horizon⁠⁠⁠" by CharlVera

Join co-hosts Adrian M. Gibson and M.J. Kuhn as they delve into a mini-masterclass on Writing as Collaboration with bestselling co-authors Daniel Abraham & Ty Franck (AKA James S.A. Corey). During the episode, Daniel and Ty team up to discuss collabs, exploring the importance of collaboration, screenwriting and TV/film adaptations, co-writing as negotiation, solo vs. collaborative writing, working with editors and writers rooms, critique partners, sensitivity readers and feedback, writing for Star Wars, DMing for D&D and more. NOTE: This is part two of a two-part chat with Daniel and Ty. Click ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to check out part one. OUR SPONSOR: War of the Hounds by David Hopkins is a gripping tale set in the world of The Dryad's Crown. It's the story of Bren Caius—a living legend and the most celebrated warrior of her age—as she faces her greatest triumph and her most heartbreaking failure. Visit ⁠⁠ThatDavidHopkins.com⁠⁠ and sign up for the epic fantasy newsletter to receive a FREE download of the War of the Hounds eBook. SHOUTOUT TO THE 'SFF ADDICT' PATRONS: Thank you David Hopkins, Luke F. Shepherd, Daniel Ryan, Zach Parker, Christopher R. DuBois and Luke A. Winch for supporting us on Patreon at $10+. SUPPORT THE SHOW: - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (for exclusive bonus episodes, author readings, book giveaways and more) - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Merch shop⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (for a selection of tees, tote bags, mugs, notebooks and more) - Subscribe to the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FanFiAddict YouTube channel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or check us out on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, where this and every other episode of the show is available in full video - Rate and review SFF Addicts on your platform of choice, and share us with your friends EMAIL US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS & COMMENTS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠sffaddictspod@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ABOUT OUR GUESTS: Daniel Abraham & Ty Franck are the bestselling co-authors of The Expanse series. Their newest release is The Mercy of Gods, which you can purchase ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠. You can also follow Daniel and Ty on ⁠Patreon⁠. Find Daniel on ⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠⁠. Find Ty on ⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠⁠⁠. ABOUT OUR HOSTS: Adrian M. Gibson is a podcaster, writer and illustrator. His debut novel, Mushroom Blues, is available now to purchase on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ in paperback, eBook and hardcover. Find Adrian on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. M.J. Kuhn is the author of ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Among Thieves⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, her debut novel, and its sequel ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Thick as Thieves⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Find M.J. on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠her personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. FOLLOW SFF ADDICTS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FanFiAddict Book Blog⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ MUSIC: Intro: "⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Into The Grid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠" by MellauSFX Outro: “⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Galactic Synthwave⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠” by Divion Ad: "⁠⁠Beyond Horizon⁠⁠" by CharlVera

Join co-hosts Adrian M. Gibson and M.J. Kuhn as they chat with bestselling co-authors Daniel Abraham & Ty Franck (AKA James S.A. Corey) about their new novel The Mercy of Gods, The Expanse series, blending genres and authorial voice, history and posthumanism, technology and humanity's future, Babylon and intelligence, space opera and cultural reference, co-writing, success and much more. NOTE: This is part one of a two-part chat with Daniel and Ty. Stayed tuned next week for their mini-masterclass on Writing as Collaboration. OUR SPONSOR: War of the Hounds by David Hopkins is a gripping tale set in the world of The Dryad's Crown. It's the story of Bren Caius—a living legend and the most celebrated warrior of her age—as she faces her greatest triumph and her most heartbreaking failure. Visit ⁠ThatDavidHopkins.com⁠ and sign up for the epic fantasy newsletter to receive a FREE download of the War of the Hounds eBook. SHOUTOUT TO THE 'SFF ADDICT' PATRONS: Thank you David Hopkins, Luke F. Shepherd, Daniel Ryan, Zach Parker, Christopher R. DuBois and Luke A. Winch for supporting us on Patreon at $10+. SUPPORT THE SHOW: - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (for exclusive bonus episodes, author readings, book giveaways and more) - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Merch shop⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (for a selection of tees, tote bags, mugs, notebooks and more) - Subscribe to the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FanFiAddict YouTube channel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or check us out on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, where this and every other episode of the show is available in full video - Rate and review SFF Addicts on your platform of choice, and share us with your friends EMAIL US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS & COMMENTS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠sffaddictspod@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ABOUT OUR GUESTS: Daniel Abraham & Ty Franck are the bestselling co-authors of The Expanse series. Their newest release is The Mercy of Gods, which you can purchase ⁠⁠here⁠⁠. You can also follow Daniel and Ty on Patreon. Find Daniel on ⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠, ⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠. Find Ty on ⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠, ⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠⁠. ABOUT OUR HOSTS: Adrian M. Gibson is a podcaster, writer and illustrator. His debut novel, Mushroom Blues, is available now to purchase on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ in paperback, eBook and hardcover. Find Adrian on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. M.J. Kuhn is the author of ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Among Thieves⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, her debut novel, and its sequel ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Thick as Thieves⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Find M.J. on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠her personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. FOLLOW SFF ADDICTS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FanFiAddict Book Blog⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ MUSIC: Intro: "⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Into The Grid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠" by MellauSFX Outro: “⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Galactic Synthwave⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠” by Divion Ad: "⁠Beyond Horizon⁠" by CharlVera

Start Artist Song Time Album Year Tom Penaguin 0:02:22 Tom Penaguin Aborted Long Piece No2 3:35 Tom Penaguin 2024 In The Labyrinth 0:06:26 In The Labyrinth NIGHT OF THE BASKERVILLE KILLER 4:34 Dryad 2024 Danny Paul Grody Duo 0:11:26 Danny Paul Grody Duo Hawk Hill 5:23 Arc of Night 2024 David Carroll and Friends 0:17:15 […]

Join co-hosts Adrian M. Gibson and M.J. Kuhn as they delve into a mini-masterclass on Writing from the End with co-authors Julia Vee & Ken Bebelle. During the episode, Julia and Ken work back from the end, exploring endings that they love, how to plan your ending while leaving room for spontaneity, writing endings for sequels and series, managing subplots and side characters, effective foreshadowing, pacing and middles, character choices, emotional payoffs, ending anxiety and more. NOTE: This is part two of a two-part chat with Julia and Ken. Click ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to check out part one. OUR SPONSOR: War of the Hounds is a gripping tale set in the world of The Dryad's Crown. It's the story of Bren Caius—a living legend and the most celebrated warrior of her age—as she faces her greatest triumph and her most heartbreaking failure. Visit ThatDavidHopkins.com and sign up for the epic fantasy newsletter to receive a FREE download of the War of the Hounds eBook. SHOUTOUT TO THE 'SFF ADDICT' PATRONS: Thank you David Hopkins, Luke F. Shepherd, Daniel Ryan, Zach Parker, Christopher R. DuBois and Luke A. Winch for supporting us on Patreon at $10+. SUPPORT THE SHOW: - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (for exclusive bonus episodes, author readings, book giveaways and more) - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Merch shop⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (for a selection of tees, tote bags, mugs, notebooks and more) - Subscribe to the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FanFiAddict YouTube channel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or check us out on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, where this and every other episode of the show is available in full video - Rate and review SFF Addicts on your platform of choice, and share us with your friends EMAIL US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS & COMMENTS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠sffaddictspod@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ABOUT OUR GUESTS: Julia Vee & Ken Bebelle are the co-authors of Ebony Gate, the Seattle Slayers series, the Cold War series and more. Their newest release is Blood Jade, which you can purchase ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠. Find Julia on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠her personal website⁠⁠. Find Ken on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. ABOUT OUR HOSTS: Adrian M. Gibson is a podcaster, writer and illustrator. His debut novel, Mushroom Blues, is available now to purchase on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ in paperback, eBook and hardcover. Find Adrian on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. M.J. Kuhn is the author of ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Among Thieves⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, her debut novel, and its sequel ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Thick as Thieves⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Find M.J. on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠her personal website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. FOLLOW SFF ADDICTS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FanFiAddict Book Blog⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ MUSIC: Intro: "⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Into The Grid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠" by MellauSFX Outro: “⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Galactic Synthwave⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠” by Divion Ad: "Beyond Horizon" by CharlVera

Today Kevin and Laura chat with Carsten Brinkschulte about wildfire technology. Carsten is a telecoms tech veteran and serial entrepreneur. He is the co-founder and CEO of impact tech startup Dryad Networks, the firm's large-scale IoT network for the ultra-early detection of wildfires will help to save the world's forests and fight climate change. We speak about impacts for profit. We learn about sensors that smell fire versus see it. We figure out who pays for this and much more!Carsten Brinkschulte is CEO and co-founder of Dryad Networks. Dryad provides ultra-early detection of wildfires as well as health and growth-monitoring of forests using solar-powered gas sensors in a large-scale IoT sensor network. Dryad aims to reduce unwanted wildfires, which cause up to 20% of global CO2 emissions and have a devastating impact on biodiversity. By 2030, Dryad aims to prevent 3.9m hectares of forest from burning, preventing 1.7bn tonnes of CO2 emissions. 

Tonight, we'll read the 18th chapter of “Anne of Green Gables”, the classic 1908 novel by Lucy Maud Montgomery. This chapter is titled “Anne to the Rescue”. In the previous chapter – Anne meets Diana secretly by the Dryad's Bubble, where Diana tearfully tells Anne that her mother forbids their friendship. They have an emotional farewell, exchanging heartfelt promises and a lock of hair. Anne, devastated, decides to return to school, where her imaginative presence is warmly welcomed back by her classmates. — read by 'N' — Sign up for Snoozecast+ to get expanded, ad-free access by going to snoozecast.com/plus! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this sponsored conversation, I speak with Corey Ranslem, CEO of Dryad—and the resident expert on Maritime Attacks—and Ismael Valenzuela, VP of Threat Intelligence and Research at Blackberry. We talked about all things Maritime Security, and I learned a whole lot from the conversation. Digital Hijacking at Sea: Unveiling a Cyber Attack Scenario in the Red Sea BlackBerry Quarterly Global Threat Report — March 2024 00:00:00 Introduction and Guest Welcome00:00:30 Maritime Security Overview00:01:15 Baltimore Incident Discussion00:02:00 Legacy Systems on Ships00:03:20 Connectivity Challenges at Sea00:04:10 Cyber Threats in Maritime Industry00:05:00 Post-Accident Cyber Investigations00:06:00 Potential Cyber Attacks on Ships00:07:30 Threat Scenarios and Models00:08:45 USB and External Media Threats00:09:30 Evolution of Navigation System Connectivity00:10:30 Crew Connectivity and Cyber Risks00:11:30 Lessons from Other Industries00:12:15 GPS Spoofing and Navigation Interference00:13:30 Digital Hijacking of Ships00:14:45 Economic Disruption via Cyber Attacks00:16:00 Financial Motivation Behind Attacks00:17:15 Ransomware in Maritime Context00:18:30 Panama Canal and Economic Impact00:19:30 Cyber Security Maturity in Maritime Industry00:21:00 Legacy Systems and Geopolitical Interests00:22:15 Challenges with Security Solutions at Sea00:23:30 Historical Cyber Incidents in Maritime00:24:30 GPS Spoofing Techniques00:25:15 International Maritime Organization Standards00:26:30 Criminal Trends and Cyber Attacks00:27:45 Open Source Tools and Threat Actors00:28:45 Information Sharing in Maritime Industry00:29:30 Real-World Examples of Cyber Incidents00:31:00 Cruise Ships and Large Yachts Security00:32:15 Autonomous Vessels and Cyber Protection00:33:30 Future of Autonomous Vessels00:34:15 Learning and Improving Cyber Security in Maritime00:35:30 Role of Threat Intelligence in Maritime Security00:36:15 Optimism for the Future of Maritime Security00:37:30 Industry Awareness and Education Efforts00:38:30 AI Integration in Maritime Security Solutions00:39:15 Conclusion and Final ThoughtsBecome a Member: https://danielmiessler.com/upgradeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Anne Shirley faces the heart-wrenching reality of parting ways with her cherished friend Diana Barry, due to a misunderstanding that Diana's mother refuses to overlook. The chapter intricately portrays Anne's deep emotional world, highlighting her innate capacity for melodrama and her intense loyalty to Diana. Their bittersweet farewell by the Dryad's Bubble, complete with a gift of a lock of Diana's hair, underlines the Victorian era's romanticized friendships and the deep bond the two girls share. Amidst this emotional upheaval, Anne finds a semblance of solace in returning to school, though under the shadow of this strained friendship. Here, L.M. Montgomery deftly navigates the transition from despair to a determined thrust towards education, which serves both as a distraction and a battlefield for Anne's vibrant spirit, especially in her rivalry with Gilbert Blythe.This chapter not only underscores themes of friendship and reconciliation but also cleverly uses Anne's school experiences as a device to explore her complex feelings and burgeoning identity, making it a turning point that adds new layers to Anne's journey through adolescence. As Anne forges ahead, her dramatic flair and the richness of her imaginative world do not diminish but rather evolve, shaping her into a character that continues to resonate with readers for her resilience and her impassioned embrace of life.

Trapped in the dungeon, a concerned Senshi cooks up a nourishing meal for the famished crew, giving Marcille enough energy to come up with a plan. Chilchuck figures out a way to escape the dungeon, but their ascent is halted by an unexpected encounter with an old friend in dire need of sustenance. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/otakuology/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/otakuology/support

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Four scientists find their mission led astray, by paradise.Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Forward:In the beginning, defiance led to rejection and expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Our species was transported to the parallel universe we've now occupied for several millennia. Legends of that previous world have been handed down to us, along with various elaborations and moral lessons.If we could only access that previous world. A world designed for our inclusion. Does it exist? Is it yet flourishing in our absence? Can we gain a second chance to rejoin Eden?Sally joins an expeditionary team. You know, the job of a scientist is not always easy, but it’s usually pretty rewarding. I’ve helped discover new species of plants and animals, and I derived a number of medicinal properties from my discoveries, too. I’m a naturalist and explorer.But, sometimes I think existence has an absolutely weird sense of humor. How else could I possibly explain the misadventures my team's had this past week? I mean, where do I even begin to explain all this craziness?We were on the trail of an extremely elusive lemur species on Madagascar when my teammate Brad stumbled into a burrow of some kind.“Shit!” he shrieked, his leg sinking calf deep in an extremely well disguised hole. I rushed over.“Oh man! Are you hurt?” I crouched behind him, putting my arms around his chest, hooked under his pits. I used my legs to try and pry him out of the hole. Our other team members, Marty and Mindy, rushed over to help.“I don’t think it’s injured, I was just really fucking surprised.” He began shifting his weight pushing back with his free leg. “Damn, this hole is deep! What makes burrows like this out here?”“What’s the angle like?” Mindy asked. “Most everything in this area are tree-dwellers,”“It’s weird, it’s straight down,” Brad said, “and it’s like there's nothing below, nothing on all sides. I’m only being squeezed right here at the calf.” He pointed to the section of leg we could actually see touching earth.“That is super weird,” I grunted, still pulling. He was coming loose. “But maybe, it was just a hollow that got buried by, a storm, or shifting ground. No biggie.” Marty threw himself into a crouch and aided me by wrapping his arms around my middle.“On my count,” he said. “One, two, three!” we both pulled, throwing our weight collectively into the effort.“It’s working!” Brad said happily. “My leg’s coming free.” After a couple of minutes of combined work, Marty and I got him out and we all fell back in a heap.“Whew!” I grunted. "Brad, your leg ok? Let’s see.“ Pulling away from the hole, Brad rolled up his pant leg and removed his boot. No blood, no bad scratches. It didn’t look twisted, and I saw no swelling."Looks good, Sally,” he told me. “Doesn’t hurt but I could just be pumping with adrenaline. I’ll give it a few.”“Good idea,” I nodded. “Let’s all take ten. Our little kerfuffle probably scared off everything within fifty yards anyway.” My team settled down and busted out water and some snacks. Tromping through rainforest looking for tiny primates was hot, thirsty work.“I kinda want to take a look at this hole,” Mindy said, walking cautiously toward it. “Could be a nest, could be just an odd patch of hollow ground.”“Yeah, let’s poke around a little,” I replied, after taking a gulp of my canteen. “If it’s not an animal den maybe we could fill it up, just so no one else stumbles in and gets hurt.” Mindy put herself on her belly and inched over.“Wow Brad, you must’ve caught it just right. It’s hardly big enough for a boot your size.”“Hey, you know what they say about men with big feet,” Brad quipped in response. He held his palms open nearly a foot and a half to illustrate his point. “You know what I mean?” I playfully punched him on the shoulder.“Sure, but you’re not supposed to stick your foot in those holes,” I countered. We all laughed, except Mindy. Totally focused, she was peering into the opening with her flashlight.“Guys, this is really fucking weird,” she said. “There's nothing down there I can see, nothing at all! And, it’s the weirdest thing, but, There's air flowing out of the hole. Cold air!" We all leaned in. I was fascinated."Buried cave, maybe?” I hypothesized.“Buried something,” she answered. “I say we open it up.”“Agreed,” I said.“Second,” Marty put in. Like Mindy, we all flopped down on our bellies and began pulling clumps of dirt away from the hole. The tree roots beneath us had formed a pretty good network to secure the dirt, leaving only that one gap. Pretty soon we’d uncovered a genuine hole in the ground, only about five feet wide, and deep. So deep, and cylindrical in shape, it was like an abandoned well. I said as much.“Solid theory,” Brad remarked. “What do we do now? Do we just leave it? We can’t fill it in.”“We could make a crude sign or marker and post it to warn passerby.” Mindy remarked thoughtfully. I used my headlamp to beam down into the hole. It loomed below us, black and yawning, but somehow, though I felt like I ought to be frightened, it seemed more mysterious and tantalizing than scary. I stuck my head in, bracing my upper body at the rim.“Hello!” I shouted into the void, and waited. My voice dropped down, but did not come bouncing back, I waited a while. "Echo!“ I dropped the second time, listening intently. Nothing. "This thing must be fucking deep,” I muttered, beginning to shimmy back out. Distracted by my own effort, I had to pause when I half caught something that sounded like my name, coming not from my team but somewhere below me. Twisting to look back at them, I asked: “Did somebody call me?”“No,” Marty said. “We were all waiting for you.” I shook my head and continued dragging myself out of the hole by my elbows.“Let’s make the sign,” Brad was saying when I felt something touch my wrist. I jerked, startled, but saw what appeared to be a root that I’d brushed, and relaxed again. However, when I was unable to pull free of it, I sought the source, And found myself peering straight down, at a vine curled snugly around my wrist, risen from the depths of nowhere.“Uh, guys?” I started, tugging at my captor. It was firmly set, somewhere. Before they could even look, I felt something, odd. The vine trapping me began to writhe, and suddenly the largest, most spectacular flowers I’d ever seen began to sprout and bloom from it. Big as dinner plates, with a five-petal bloom in the most vivid electric purple. I goggled at the sight of the one closest to me. As the flower came into its full beauty, it released a scent that hit me right in the face, immediately making me swoon with heady intoxication. My body, grew hot. And my mind told me to go down, to let the vine take me. That paradise awaited me down there,Mindy was the first to notice my predicament, and the first to react when I shot forward into the hole not of my own volition.The portal“Oh shit,” I declared, feeling myself dragged headfirst down into what I was already envisioning as some kind of wonderland. Mindy dove on my legs, screaming at the guys to help her, and I felt their weight momentarily halt my progress. It was just my round ass and legs sticking out of the hole at that point. The vine on my wrist grew thicker, and suddenly began growing. It enveloped my whole upper body as I watched and began pulling again. Then more vines, already blossoming like mine had, crept out around me to ensnare my team, dosing each one of them with the intoxicating perfume. I was feeling very warm and very good about the whole thing by then. “Hang on!” I giggled. “We’re going for a ride!” The vines got all of us in one fell swoop, and before we knew it, we were all being rushed right along down the tunnel to somewhere, screaming bloody murder in the dark.We fell a long, long time, and at some point I blacked out into nonsensical dreams full of vivid colors and scents but no substance. I didn’t know how long I was out, but I did know why I came to. Something was tickling me, between my legs. I was fuzzy, waking up, but when I felt something thick and incredibly bendy probe between my cunt lips and slide inside me, I hollered, coming awake more violently than anything else could have done. Intense pleasure shot through my cunt as something thrust itself deep inside. I looked down. I was sprawled in a plant that resembled a strawberry patch, naked, with my legs tethered open by tendrils of plant life, a shining green vine filling my cunt. It was growing out of the bottom of the thing, which cradled me like a bed. My arms were tethered above my head, and I watched helplessly as another part of the giant vine-plant wrapped my breasts. Two little buds, different from the previous purple ones, latched on to my nipples and began dripping something- I guess nectar- onto them. The long tendril actually inside me plunged deep into my womb, bypassing my cervix in a moment of strange ecstasy. I felt a tremendous rush of liquid fill me, like, a huge swelling, but then it all absorbed into my body. After that, my blood began to heat. My arousal tipped up to an insane degree.“Oh holy fuck!" I shouted. "Mindy? Marty, Brad- where are you? Are you okay?” The vine in my cunt gently plunged in and out of my hole. The buds on my nipples somehow made them extra sensitive and dying for touch. I began to pant. Nearby I heard what sounded suspiciously like Mindy, screaming an orgasm. A third bud grew toward my clitoris and latched on. I howled. The nectar gushed onto that part of me too and sent my insides roiling with need. Brad popped up into my plant-bed. He wasn’t restrained, but I did notice he was naked, and had a rather interesting new accessory. A vine was in his ass, plunging back and forth.“Sally!” he gasped, steeling himself against his body’s invader. “Everyone’s, uh okay, but,” He climbed toward me, his erection stiff as hell and huge. “Marty and Mindy are like this too, They're already fucking, God Sally I’m so sorry! I can’t help it!” Spurned forward by the vine using his asshole, Brad dove on top of me like a man starving and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Already wild with arousal, I responded eagerly. The vine filling my cunt pulled away and redirected itself into my other hole, The same place it was filling Brad and driving him mad. Once inside me there, the plant spread my legs further and opened me for Brad’s cock.“We can worry about this later,!” I grunted out. “Fuck me, fuck me now!” Nothing in the world was more important at that moment than being fucked. Brad did not hesitate. His huge cock speared me immediately. I howled, he groaned. He started thrusting inside my burning hot hole immediately, and as our bodies entwined we realized the heat was overwhelming, our lust scorching.“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Sally!” he growled, slamming his hips into mine. I bucked against him, taking everything he had, wanting more.“Yes, yes, yes, oh Brad!” Each of us had our asses plundered, and I felt the penetration from each side within me and screamed my bliss. Brad was fucking like a man on fire, driving his dick so hard into my cunt it was miraculous I felt no pain. Instead I felt heat and good and pleasure so profound my whole body was singing. The buds nipping at my nipples and clitoris had made them so stiff, so swollen in arousal that I marveled they didn’t shoot right off my body. The buds finally left my nipples, and Brad seized downward as he fucked me to latch on with his lips, as if driven by innate primal desire.“So, sweet,” he groaned through his teeth. I could feel a climax building powerfully inside me. The bud on my clit hadn’t stopped its curious brand of soaking aphrodisiac nectar into that most sensitive place, and I was veering dangerously close to stimulation overload. Brad’s cock was thicker and bigger and harder than any man I’d ever had before, and the savagery of his thrusts ought to hurt, but they just felt amazing. I was so rabid I just screamed his name, over and over, and I felt another gush of fluid from the vine in my ass. At the same time, Brad surged forward like he’d gotten the same.“I’m going to cum in you, Sally!” he told me with a tinge of regret.“I’m going to cum too, Brad! It’s ok, this isn’t us!” He wrapped me in his arms. “We’re being used, It’s not your fault.” I breathed raggedly, thrashing myself against him.“No!” he groaned. “I really do like you, Sally! A lot! But I wouldn’t have wanted it this way!”“I know! Me too, it’s ok, you can cum in me! I need you to cum in me!” I screamed. “Please, please cum in me!” My body, overloaded with aphrodisiacs and stimulation, pitched over the edge. The muscle spasms that went off in my cunt were tremendous, and would have crushed a normal cock. But Brad, inundated by the plant’s strange properties, had a dick of steel and pistoned it to the back of me expertly until his body gave up his seed. And believe me, I felt it. It was like the fluid from the vine that had gushed tremendously and then absorbed. He poured shot after shot inside, but it was molten hot and he just kept cumming as I kept cumming, on and on.The orgasm we shared caused an explosion of blue-green blossoms all over our plant bed, and the vines finally released us as we lay shaking in each other’s arms. Mindy and Marty finally found us; they were huddled together and spent from their bout of lovemaking. Brad and I joined our comrades, totally naked as well. All four of us left the now docile and incredibly beautiful bloomed plants that had fucked us, and spurned us to fuck each other, behind. When we did, we could not believe the world spread before us.It was a riot of color. Plant life like none of us had ever seen before. Huge blossoms, trees that dwarfed even redwoods, in hot cinnamon red and mossy green. Tall gold grasses that danced in the breeze. Looking around, we noticed all of our clothing and equipment was totally gone, like it had never existed in the first place. We also noticed that Mindy and I were both now sporting breasts the size of small melons, both of our nipples a deep ruby red, our clitorises the same rich color. I also noticed that my belly seemed to be rounding, and growing heavy. Hers too. My breasts ached, almost as if they were filling up with liquid.“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto,” I hummed forebodingly. Instinctively I cupped my stomach with my palm.“What, the hell, Did we fall into?” Marty croaked out, holding Mindy to him possessively.“I don’t know,” Brad answered.“Am I the only one that heard the voice before we got pulled down here?” I started, trying to keep my rational scientific mind. In fact, I began studying my environment with more critical detachment. I looked up into an overcast, but still sunny, sky, with a faint mixture of pale blues, purples and greens, but saw no hole. Nothing. No cave, either, just lush foliage and Technicolor world.“Voice?" Mindy suddenly barked. "What did you hear?” Her reaction, so sharp and intent, clued me in.“Don’t flip out yet, any of you,” I said, holding up a hand. “We're scientists. We are making discoveries, got it?” I waited, to see them all understand my meaning and nod. “When the vine grabbed my wrist, I thought I heard my name, first,” recollection hit them of the moment, “And after I got dosed by the flower I thought I heard a voice say I should come down here.”“I heard the same fucking thing!” Mindy said. “I thought I was experiencing a panic-induced hallucination! It said ‘paradise’ was down here.” I gasped.“I heard that too!”“I didn’t hear anything besides our screaming,” Brad said, shrugging. He looked at Marty.“Nothing here. But I did get hit by a load of that flower perfume. It made me sneeze but I didn’t otherwise feel anything different.”“It made me feel drunk, and, horny.” I blushed. Stupidly, really.“Yeah,” Mindy said. “Me too,” she looked down, as if realizing she was naked for the first time. Our erogenous zones were like fat cherries on our breasts and loins. The ache in my tits and the swelling of my lower body led me to my logical conclusions.“Okay, Mindy and I were both dosed by the perfume and had physical reactions, and heard a voice prior to being pulled down here. Logically it seems that the targets are females. Though obviously this place makes use of males as well. Based on my physical sensations and everything that happened in the blue-flower plant, Mindy and I are pregnant. The pregnancies are escalated, and not entirely human. I think, this world not only enhances our reproductive capabilities but needs our fertility for its own.”“If it needs both males and females to help it propagate, why didn’t it try and lure us too?” asked Marty.“Maybe because it knows that the males will follow their females, especially if they seem to be in danger. Breeding females are an important resource.” Mindy added on, suddenly holding her belly. “You wouldn’t have let us disappear down that hole without trying something.”“No, we wouldn’t have.” Brad said. “Alright, the million-dollar question now is what do we do?”“Well, I can’t see where we came in here from, can any of you?” They all looked, and once each of them had surveyed the landscape to their satisfaction, they shook their heads.“Fuck,” Marty said.“I postulate that we have discovered a pocket dimension or a passage through space-time, friends,” I said. “Which means that if we get back, We're going to have more money than God.” I grinned, trying to break the tension and get a laugh. It worked, and my team cracked up.“Oh my God,” Mindy started, wiping away a few tears from laughing so hard. “We’ll be the most famous fucking science team that has ever been.”“We went searching for monkeys and ended up proving parallel universes exist,” Brad continued. “Or at least that Narnia might really be in a closet somewhere.”“Wardrobe,” I corrected. Brad laughed.“Oh forgive me, Sir Reads-a-lot.”“Alright seriously though,” Marty said, once the mood had relaxed. “If Mindy and Sally really are pregnant, we’ve got to deal with that.”“Yeah, and we’ve gotta survive,” I said.“We need to find shelter and resources,” Mindy added.“Precisely. Alright team, we can do this.” I put my hand palm down in front of them. “Pile on.” They added their hands to the stack. “What happened back there we can talk about. We’ll talk about how we want to move forward, with these potential babies, and this world. Right now, we focus on food, water, shelter, warmth. Let’s spread out and begin observing.” Everyone nodded.“I’m going to scout the area for potential camping ground or natural shelter,” Marty said. “I’ll also take note of building resources. I think we should remain as close as we can here just because our passage back is likely accessible here.”“Agreed,” Brad chimed. “I’m going to search for fresh water resources and examine these flowers. I want to see if the other plants demonstrate any more signs of sentience.”“I’m going to start looking for edible plants and signs of animal life,” Mindy said. “There could be berries, fruits, roots. We’re going to need as much nutrition as possible if we’re out here a while.” I nodded.“I’m going to see if those grasses can be harvested and woven.” I said, eyeing the long gold strands. “Clothing and blankets for exposure and warmth, baskets, hammocks maybe, hats, water skins- I might be able to make anything we need to survive.”Then, I did something corny, harkening back to our undergrad college biology club days. Our competitive chant seemed the thing to do. All of us nodded, pumped our hands together and raised them with a shout of “For Science!” all together.After we split apart to our chosen tasks, I headed right for the golden grasses. They were silky but strong, like the husk on fresh corn, without the little fibers on the inside. As I ran my fingers up the stalks, moving forward, I felt and saw them bend to accommodate my body. They allowed me to pass without me having to bend or cut them. Well, there was at least some evidence of the world’s sentience. Perhaps cognizance had evolved in the plants of this world, and not the animal life. As I wandered through the stalks, they caressed my body like tiny hands, and I began to notice how direct the touches were. I stopped walking. Immediately the grasses all around me wrapped my body all over and began stroking every one of my curves. I moaned aloud as the tendrils rubbed my incredibly sensitive nipples and wrapped my breasts. They began to squeeze the heft of each tit and tug on my nipples, almost like they were milking me. I felt stalks wind up my legs and find my labia’s cleft. I was already gushing juice from my slit, and they dove into it- four, five, six stalks writhing inside me all at once, squirming and pleasuring my g-spot and my tender cervix. My nipples started gushing clear, sweet-smelling liquid like rain all over the stalks. I cried out in delight as I was rubbed on my clit too, the grasses keeping me pleasured so that I kept producing nectar for them to soak up. As they did, they ripened before my eyes, turning from bright gold to bronze, and they shook off the outer coat, leaving behind a silky strip I could harvest for raw materials. The plants milked me and fucked me to multiple orgasms, shedding piles of their golden husks and turning rich bronze, getting taller and thicker. Soon a whole little patch of bronze was all around me, and I was both thirsty and exhausted, my arms full of weaving material.Not too far off, Mindy was wandering in a brushier part of the landscape, searching for root plants and berries, or fruit-bearing trees. She was getting hungry and thirsty, her belly becoming more of a burden. Sally had to be right. They were pregnant with something. Mindy’s nose detected a sweet aroma and she followed it. A cluster of trees, small, lemon-yellow in bark and emerald green in foliage, were growing just upwind. Their branches were low enough to reach, and she saw a number of fist-sized fruits growing there. Only one way to know if they were edible. She examined the colors of the fruits, and looked for evidence of fallen ones. It seemed as though they started green, like the leaves, and soon turned an orange yellow to indicate ripeness. For starters, Mindy picked up a recently fallen ripened fruit and sniffed it, touched it. It emanated a tangy-sweet aroma and was about the feel and size of a peach. Her Mouth watering, she bit into the fruit.An explosion of delectable flavors coated her tongue. Tangy, tart and sweet, with firm, smooth flesh and thick juice, the fruit was absolutely delicious, and calmed her belly immediately. She felt refreshed and strengthened by it as well, and devoured the whole piece down to the stone inside. Mindy began loading her arms full and took the fruit with her back to the central area. Along the way she felt her cunt getting warm. Just like when the plant had ensnared and injected her before, she was becoming incredibly horny. Mindy found me as I stumbled out of the grasses, arms full of plant material and panting hard.Give her fruit, a voice whispered. Then go into the grasses. The voice startled Mindy but she knew there was nothing to fear, somehow.“Eat this, Sally,” she said, bending to offer me one of the fruits. Parched, I grabbed it and took a bite. It immediately refreshed me, and I moaned at the flavor. It was incredible. “It wants me to go in there. What’ll happen?”“Well for me, like ten orgasms. I helped ripen it somehow, and it shed these stalks.” I pointed. “Our breast juice helps it.” Mindy shrugged, and stepped into the grasses. They took my friend down the road to pleasure, and as soon as I began feeling the effects of the fruit, I understood why. The grasses reached out and dragged me back in. Our screams of pleasure began rising in harmony.Oblivious to the women, Brad was bent over several flowers in the field, absorbed by the wondrous nature of them, their colors, complex perfumes and variegated shapes. He was looking for a fresh water resource, like a stream or a pond, but what he was discovering was even more astounding. Some of the flowers held a reserve of water or nectar inside bulbous lower chambers. But how could he access it without damaging the plant? Carefully, he probed the opening with his fingers. It was large enough to slip something like a straw in there, if he could make one. But as he examined, he brushed the flower’s stamen, releasing some pollen, which he breathed in. The flower then gave up the entire cup-like lower petal, thick as a cabbage leaf and full of liquid, right into his hand. The pollen had a curious effect on him. Immediately his cock thickened and surged rigidly erect.Go to the grasses and pollinate your female again, a voice out of his mind told him. The environment here will see to all your needs. Go. Compelled and horny, Brad took the petal-cup with him and sprinted back to where the girls were being pleasured and harvested by the golden grasses.Marty’s quest through the tall trees and forest-like area had proven rich with sticks and limbs, foliage, mud, and other such raw building materials. He was busily gathering them into a pile when he came upon a tangle of small green plants growing at the base of one of the cinnamon red giant trees. They resembled basil and gave off an herbal scent. Curious, Marty leaned down and plucked a leaf. He brought it to his nose, and it smelled pleasant, minty and fragrant. Deciding it was better to try and document any possible edible greenery, he popped the leaf in his mouth and chewed. It was like spiced mint, enjoyable and unusual. Chewing, Marty went to return to his work, but was quickly blindsided by a ferocious erection.Go to the grasses, the voice told him too. Go pollinate your female.Confused, all four of us were soon converged. The men found us bound by bronze and gold grasses, our tits being milked and our cunts kept in a state of perpetual orgasm. We’d each eaten three of the stone fruits Mindy had found, and our bodies were producing insane amounts of nectar from our breasts. The planet’s voice became audible to all of us in that moment.“Drink of their nectar and seed them,” the voice said, directing the men. The grasses began looping their engorged and enormous cocks. The men were pulled forward, compelled by sexual desire so fierce it could not be denied, like we were. Brad’s lips fell to one of my breasts first, and he began suckling. My cunt and Mindy’s were held open by the grasses. Marty descended on Mindy. I would have thought the grasses filling me and wrapping Brad’s cock would recede when we joined, but they didn’t. Instead I was filled with the mass of flesh and plant, my cunt so full I couldn’t move. I stretched easily to accommodate the girth of everything inside me, and it felt so good I couldn’t do much more than yelp as I received it. The grasses bound Brad at the base of his cock and squeezed, trapping blood in his erection, making him fiercely hard, prolonging his orgasm. They also wrapped his balls and added stimulation there. Finally we both felt the tendrils fill our asses.“Oh fuck!” he cried, jolting inside me.“Ah!” I screamed. Brad started thrusting, but it was half him and half the plants, spurring him deep. Mindy and Marty were right next to us, undergoing the same. She and I grasped each other's fingers together as we each got fucked and filled.Once the orgasms started, they never stopped. My body kept cumming, over and over again on Brad’s dick as he grunted and desperately sought orgasm in my overheated cunt. Adding more aphrodisiac juices to each of us as our bodies were used, the plants finally allowed the men to come, and Brad filled me with I think, a literal gallon of cum. As he did, both my tits and belly swelled even larger, and now we were very obviously pregnant. I ached, and my belly was full and round in my arms. The sight of us like that, Did something to the guys. Without speaking, both of them broke away, as if possessed, and ran off. The grasses moved Mindy and me toward each other, and though they had released the men, we were still trapped, and still being pleasured. We squealed in one another’s arms. We even pressed our lips together as we were both used, our tits and bellies rubbing on each other, and we made out fiercely. Mindy and I were lost in a haze of pure lust.Brad and Marty, meanwhile, had run on instinct back to the flower patch and taken more of the pollen that triggered the voice for Brad. They each took pollen on their tongues and felt their pricks swell again. The flowers gave up their nectar cups and they drank. It refreshed both their parched throats and readied them to return.When they did, they found us tangling our tongues and stroking each other’s tits, our legs still splayed open for them. The boys each grabbed another fruit and came toward us. Marty took me this time, and Brad took Mindy. They plunged their cocks inside without asking, without a word, and began fucking us hard. Pulling our mouths apart, Mindy and I moaned. Each man bent down to make us eat the fruit they bore, even as they rode us so hard I was afraid they’d hurt our babies. But it felt so good I forgot to worry. It was just an oblivion of pleasure and I fell into it.I lost count of how many times the men fucked us, switching between pussies and impregnating us bigger and bigger with every load of cum.“You’re going to give birth soon,” Brad said, as he helplessly fucked the absolutely hell out of my cunt. “We’re going to be giving you sperm until you both give birth!”“The voice keeps telling us, to pollinate,” Marty choked. Every load had made my tits and belly bigger. I felt the child in my womb now, and I heard it. It was made of my and Brad’s human genetics, and enhanced by the sentience of the plants. It would be a new evolution of humanity.“Not long now!” I panted. “Not long,” Brad fucked another load of molten cum into my cunt, and I shrieked as another orgasm tore through me. As it did, my womb opened up, Brad’s cock slipped out of me, and my child fell into my birth canal. The birth itself wasn’t horribly painful, as the whole escapade had prepared my cunt to stretch much wider than before, but it did feel weird. My baby’s head, followed by the rest of her, slid into my vaginal canal, and the remnants of my orgasmic contractions pushed her out of my hole. “Oh fuck!” I cried. Mindy next to me screamed as she too felt life coming out of her body. Brad was right between my legs to catch our daughter as she was born.“Oh my God!” he cried. Our child was attached to me inside, not by an umbilical cord, but a vine, and though human in shape and features, her hair was leafy and her skin had the sheen of silvery bark. “It’s a girl,” he said, wiping startled tears off his face.“We have a boy!” shouted Marty.“Oh my God,” I said, gasping, “we’ve given birth to a new race.”“Thank you,” said the voice. “We’ve been waiting for a species like yours to help us evolve. Now we can begin the Dryad race. Your sacrifices will not be unrewarded.” My body was sweaty, and I was exhausted, but I raised my beautiful new daughter to my swollen tits and she latched on to drink. The world compelled Brad and Marty to run off again for more of its special sustenance. We were left to expel the afterbirths of our children alone, at least until the voice spoke to us alone. “You will be used to birth our children many times, but your bodies will experience pleasure unlike any you could ever dream, and you will never want for anything. We thank you for your service.” Our babes suckled, cooing and growing at an alarming rate, and when our mates returned with more fruit and nectar we were soon seeded by them again. Brad and Marty’s enhanced cocks proved insatiable, and our cunts proved endlessly fertile. Mindy and I have already gestated and given birth at least once a day, and our eldest children already are like seven years old instead of seven days. They’ve already started making the world their own while we are giving them siblings. I don’t know how long we’ll be here, fucking and being pregnant with our dryad children, but it feels so incredible we may never want to leave.Brad’s cock was inside me even as I wrote this, cumming huge amounts and making my belly swell. I’ll be giving birth again soon, to my eighth child. While we’re busy making more, the plants around us show the kids their world and take care of them in the way I guess only sentient plant parents can. We, the humans, can’t stop fucking! The youngest babies drink my nectar while more babies are gestating in me, every day. I never ended up making any clothes. We’ve been too busy having sex since, we got here.Post script:The foliage of this place seems to retain dominion over our team, unlike Adam & Eve's dominion over that first ‘Garden of Eden'. Life in this world seems preoccupied with procreation and pleasure; less so on curiosity and learning. The vines did not tolerate non-compliance in this domain.Has mankind been here before? Is the transporting vine actually a ‘Tree of Life'?  Were we the first human-like race? Will the Dryads ever be transported back to our world? Will Dryads and humans live in harmony?Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente for Literotica

Four scientists find their mission led astray, by paradise. Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Forward: In the beginning, defiance led to rejection and expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Our species was transported to the parallel universe we've now occupied for several millennia. Legends of that previous world have been handed down to us, along with various elaborations and moral lessons. If we could only access that previous world. A world designed for our inclusion. Does it exist? Is it yet flourishing in our absence? Can we gain a second chance to rejoin Eden? [[MORE]] Sally joins an expeditionary team.  You know, the job of a scientist is not always easy, but it's usually pretty rewarding. I've helped discover new species of plants and animals, and I derived a number of medicinal properties from my discoveries, too. I'm a naturalist and explorer. But, sometimes I think existence has an absolutely weird sense of humor. How else could I possibly explain the misadventures my team's had this past week? I mean, where do I even begin to explain all this craziness? We were on the trail of an extremely elusive lemur species on Madagascar when my teammate Brad stumbled into a burrow of some kind. "Shit!" he shrieked, his leg sinking calf deep in an extremely well disguised hole. I rushed over. "Oh man! Are you hurt?" I crouched behind him, putting my arms around his chest, hooked under his pits. I used my legs to try and pry him out of the hole. Our other team members, Marty and Mindy, rushed over to help. "I don't think it's injured, I was just really fucking surprised." He began shifting his weight pushing back with his free leg. "Damn, this hole is deep! What makes burrows like this out here?" "What's the angle like?" Mindy asked. "Most everything in this area are tree-dwellers," "It's weird, it's straight down," Brad said, "and it's like there's nothing below, nothing on all sides. I'm only being squeezed right here at the calf." He pointed to the section of leg we could actually see touching earth. "That is super weird," I grunted, still pulling. He was coming loose. "But maybe, it was just a hollow that got buried by, a storm, or shifting ground. No biggie." Marty threw himself into a crouch and aided me by wrapping his arms around my middle. "On my count," he said. "One, two, three!" we both pulled, throwing our weight collectively into the effort. "It's working!" Brad said happily. "My leg's coming free." After a couple of minutes of combined work, Marty and I got him out and we all fell back in a heap. "Whew!" I grunted. "Brad, your leg ok? Let's see." Pulling away from the hole, Brad rolled up his pant leg and removed his boot. No blood, no bad scratches. It didn't look twisted, and I saw no swelling. "Looks good, Sally," he told me. "Doesn't hurt but I could just be pumping with adrenaline. I'll give it a few." "Good idea," I nodded. "Let's all take ten. Our little kerfuffle probably scared off everything within fifty yards anyway." My team settled down and busted out water and some snacks. Tromping through rainforest looking for tiny primates was hot, thirsty work. "I kinda want to take a look at this hole," Mindy said, walking cautiously toward it. "Could be a nest, could be just an odd patch of hollow ground." "Yeah, let's poke around a little," I replied, after taking a gulp of my canteen. "If it's not an animal den maybe we could fill it up, just so no one else stumbles in and gets hurt." Mindy put herself on her belly and inched over. "Wow Brad, you must've caught it just right. It's hardly big enough for a boot your size." "Hey, you know what they say about men with big feet," Brad quipped in response. He held his palms open nearly a foot and a half to illustrate his point. "You know what I mean?" I playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Sure, but you're not supposed to stick your foot in those holes," I countered. We all laughed, except Mindy. Totally focused, she was peering into the opening with her flashlight. "Guys, this is really fucking weird," she said. "There's nothing down there I can see, nothing at all! And, it's the weirdest thing, but, There's air flowing out of the hole. Cold air!" We all leaned in. I was fascinated. "Buried cave, maybe?" I hypothesized. "Buried something," she answered. "I say we open it up." "Agreed," I said. "Second," Marty put in. Like Mindy, we all flopped down on our bellies and began pulling clumps of dirt away from the hole. The tree roots beneath us had formed a pretty good network to secure the dirt, leaving only that one gap. Pretty soon we'd uncovered a genuine hole in the ground, only about five feet wide, and deep. So deep, and cylindrical in shape, it was like an abandoned well. I said as much. "Solid theory," Brad remarked. "What do we do now? Do we just leave it? We can't fill it in." "We could make a crude sign or marker and post it to warn passerby." Mindy remarked thoughtfully. I used my headlamp to beam down into the hole. It loomed below us, black and yawning, but somehow, though I felt like I ought to be frightened, it seemed more mysterious and tantalizing than scary. I stuck my head in, bracing my upper body at the rim. "Hello!" I shouted into the void, and waited. My voice dropped down, but did not come bouncing back, I waited a while. "Echo!" I dropped the second time, listening intently. Nothing. "This thing must be fucking deep," I muttered, beginning to shimmy back out. Distracted by my own effort, I had to pause when I half caught something that sounded like my name, coming not from my team but somewhere below me. Twisting to look back at them, I asked: "Did somebody call me?" "No," Marty said. "We were all waiting for you." I shook my head and continued dragging myself out of the hole by my elbows. "Let's make the sign," Brad was saying when I felt something touch my wrist. I jerked, startled, but saw what appeared to be a root that I'd brushed, and relaxed again. However, when I was unable to pull free of it, I sought the source, And found myself peering straight down, at a vine curled snugly around my wrist, risen from the depths of nowhere. "Uh, guys?" I started, tugging at my captor. It was firmly set, somewhere. Before they could even look, I felt something, odd. The vine trapping me began to writhe, and suddenly the largest, most spectacular flowers I'd ever seen began to sprout and bloom from it. Big as dinner plates, with a five-petal bloom in the most vivid electric purple. I goggled at the sight of the one closest to me. As the flower came into its full beauty, it released a scent that hit me right in the face, immediately making me swoon with heady intoxication. My body, grew hot. And my mind told me to go down, to let the vine take me. That paradise awaited me down there, Mindy was the first to notice my predicament, and the first to react when I shot forward into the hole not of my own volition. The portal "Oh shit," I declared, feeling myself dragged headfirst down into what I was already envisioning as some kind of wonderland. Mindy dove on my legs, screaming at the guys to help her, and I felt their weight momentarily halt my progress. It was just my round ass and legs sticking out of the hole at that point. The vine on my wrist grew thicker, and suddenly began growing. It enveloped my whole upper body as I watched and began pulling again. Then more vines, already blossoming like mine had, crept out around me to ensnare my team, dosing each one of them with the intoxicating perfume. I was feeling very warm and very good about the whole thing by then. "Hang on!" I giggled. "We're going for a ride!" The vines got all of us in one fell swoop, and before we knew it, we were all being rushed right along down the tunnel to somewhere, screaming bloody murder in the dark. We fell a long, long time, and at some point I blacked out into nonsensical dreams full of vivid colors and scents but no substance. I didn't know how long I was out, but I did know why I came to. Something was tickling me, between my legs. I was fuzzy, waking up, but when I felt something thick and incredibly bendy probe between my cunt lips and slide inside me, I hollered, coming awake more violently than anything else could have done. Intense pleasure shot through my cunt as something thrust itself deep inside. I looked down. I was sprawled in a plant that resembled a strawberry patch, naked, with my legs tethered open by tendrils of plant life, a shining green vine filling my cunt. It was growing out of the bottom of the thing, which cradled me like a bed. My arms were tethered above my head, and I watched helplessly as another part of the giant vine-plant wrapped my breasts. Two little buds, different from the previous purple ones, latched on to my nipples and began dripping something- I guess nectar- onto them. The long tendril actually inside me plunged deep into my womb, bypassing my cervix in a moment of strange ecstasy. I felt a tremendous rush of liquid fill me, like, a huge swelling, but then it all absorbed into my body. After that, my blood began to heat. My arousal tipped up to an insane degree. "Oh holy fuck!" I shouted. "Mindy? Marty, Brad- where are you? Are you okay?" The vine in my cunt gently plunged in and out of my hole. The buds on my nipples somehow made them extra sensitive and dying for touch. I began to pant. Nearby I heard what sounded suspiciously like Mindy, screaming an orgasm. A third bud grew toward my clitoris and latched on. I howled. The nectar gushed onto that part of me too and sent my insides roiling with need. Brad popped up into my plant-bed. He wasn't restrained, but I did notice he was naked, and had a rather interesting new accessory. A vine was in his ass, plunging back and forth. "Sally!" he gasped, steeling himself against his body's invader. "Everyone's, uh okay, but," He climbed toward me, his erection stiff as hell and huge. "Marty and Mindy are like this too, They're already fucking, God Sally I'm so sorry! I can't help it!" Spurned forward by the vine using his asshole, Brad dove on top of me like a man starving and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Already wild with arousal, I responded eagerly. The vine filling my cunt pulled away and redirected itself into my other hole, The same place it was filling Brad and driving him mad. Once inside me there, the plant spread my legs further and opened me for Brad's cock. "We can worry about this later,!" I grunted out. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" Nothing in the world was more important at that moment than being fucked. Brad did not hesitate. His huge cock speared me immediately. I howled, he groaned. He started thrusting inside my burning hot hole immediately, and as our bodies entwined we realized the heat was overwhelming, our lust scorching. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Sally!" he growled, slamming his hips into mine. I bucked against him, taking everything he had, wanting more. "Yes, yes, yes, oh Brad!" Each of us had our asses plundered, and I felt the penetration from each side within me and screamed my bliss. Brad was fucking like a man on fire, driving his dick so hard into my cunt it was miraculous I felt no pain. Instead I felt heat and good and pleasure so profound my whole body was singing. The buds nipping at my nipples and clitoris had made them so stiff, so swollen in arousal that I marveled they didn't shoot right off my body. The buds finally left my nipples, and Brad seized downward as he fucked me to latch on with his lips, as if driven by innate primal desire. "So, sweet," he groaned through his teeth. I could feel a climax building powerfully inside me. The bud on my clit hadn't stopped its curious brand of soaking aphrodisiac nectar into that most sensitive place, and I was veering dangerously close to stimulation overload. Brad's cock was thicker and bigger and harder than any man I'd ever had before, and the savagery of his thrusts ought to hurt, but they just felt amazing. I was so rabid I just screamed his name, over and over, and I felt another gush of fluid from the vine in my ass. At the same time, Brad surged forward like he'd gotten the same. "I'm going to cum in you, Sally!" he told me with a tinge of regret. "I'm going to cum too, Brad! It's ok, this isn't us!" He wrapped me in his arms. "We're being used, It's not your fault." I breathed raggedly, thrashing myself against him. "No!" he groaned. "I really do like you, Sally! A lot! But I wouldn't have wanted it this way!" "I know! Me too, it's ok, you can cum in me! I need you to cum in me!" I screamed. "Please, please cum in me!" My body, overloaded with aphrodisiacs and stimulation, pitched over the edge. The muscle spasms that went off in my cunt were tremendous, and would have crushed a normal cock. But Brad, inundated by the plant's strange properties, had a dick of steel and pistoned it to the back of me expertly until his body gave up his seed. And believe me, I felt it. It was like the fluid from the vine that had gushed tremendously and then absorbed. He poured shot after shot inside, but it was molten hot and he just kept cumming as I kept cumming, on and on. The orgasm we shared caused an explosion of blue-green blossoms all over our plant bed, and the vines finally released us as we lay shaking in each other's arms. Mindy and Marty finally found us; they were huddled together and spent from their bout of lovemaking. Brad and I joined our comrades, totally naked as well. All four of us left the now docile and incredibly beautiful bloomed plants that had fucked us, and spurned us to fuck each other, behind. When we did, we could not believe the world spread before us. It was a riot of color. Plant life like none of us had ever seen before. Huge blossoms, trees that dwarfed even redwoods, in hot cinnamon red and mossy green. Tall gold grasses that danced in the breeze. Looking around, we noticed all of our clothing and equipment was totally gone, like it had never existed in the first place. We also noticed that Mindy and I were both now sporting breasts the size of small melons, both of our nipples a deep ruby red, our clitorises the same rich color. I also noticed that my belly seemed to be rounding, and growing heavy. Hers too. My breasts ached, almost as if they were filling up with liquid. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto," I hummed forebodingly. Instinctively I cupped my stomach with my palm. "What, the hell, Did we fall into?" Marty croaked out, holding Mindy to him possessively. "I don't know," Brad answered. "Am I the only one that heard the voice before we got pulled down here?" I started, trying to keep my rational scientific mind. In fact, I began studying my environment with more critical detachment. I looked up into an overcast, but still sunny, sky, with a faint mixture of pale blues, purples and greens, but saw no hole. Nothing. No cave, either, just lush foliage and Technicolor world. "Voice?" Mindy suddenly barked. "What did you hear?" Her reaction, so sharp and intent, clued me in. "Don't flip out yet, any of you," I said, holding up a hand. "We're scientists. We are making discoveries, got it?" I waited, to see them all understand my meaning and nod. "When the vine grabbed my wrist, I thought I heard my name, first," recollection hit them of the moment, "And after I got dosed by the flower I thought I heard a voice say I should come down here." "I heard the same fucking thing!" Mindy said. "I thought I was experiencing a panic-induced hallucination! It said 'paradise' was down here." I gasped. "I heard that too!" "I didn't hear anything besides our screaming," Brad said, shrugging. He looked at Marty. "Nothing here. But I did get hit by a load of that flower perfume. It made me sneeze but I didn't otherwise feel anything different." "It made me feel drunk, and, horny." I blushed. Stupidly, really. "Yeah," Mindy said. "Me too," she looked down, as if realizing she was naked for the first time. Our erogenous zones were like fat cherries on our breasts and loins. The ache in my tits and the swelling of my lower body led me to my logical conclusions. "Okay, Mindy and I were both dosed by the perfume and had physical reactions, and heard a voice prior to being pulled down here. Logically it seems that the targets are females. Though obviously this place makes use of males as well. Based on my physical sensations and everything that happened in the blue-flower plant, Mindy and I are pregnant. The pregnancies are escalated, and not entirely human. I think, this world not only enhances our reproductive capabilities but needs our fertility for its own." "If it needs both males and females to help it propagate, why didn't it try and lure us too?" asked Marty. "Maybe because it knows that the males will follow their females, especially if they seem to be in danger. Breeding females are an important resource." Mindy added on, suddenly holding her belly. "You wouldn't have let us disappear down that hole without trying something." "No, we wouldn't have." Brad said. "Alright, the million-dollar question now is what do we do?" "Well, I can't see where we came in here from, can any of you?" They all looked, and once each of them had surveyed the landscape to their satisfaction, they shook their heads. "Fuck," Marty said. "I postulate that we have discovered a pocket dimension or a passage through space-time, friends," I said. "Which means that if we get back, We're going to have more money than God." I grinned, trying to break the tension and get a laugh. It worked, and my team cracked up. "Oh my God," Mindy started, wiping away a few tears from laughing so hard. "We'll be the most famous fucking science team that has ever been." "We went searching for monkeys and ended up proving parallel universes exist," Brad continued. "Or at least that Narnia might really be in a closet somewhere." "Wardrobe," I corrected. Brad laughed. "Oh forgive me, Sir Reads-a-lot." "Alright seriously though," Marty said, once the mood had relaxed. "If Mindy and Sally really are pregnant, we've got to deal with that." "Yeah, and we've gotta survive," I said. "We need to find shelter and resources," Mindy added. "Precisely. Alright team, we can do this." I put my hand palm down in front of them. "Pile on." They added their hands to the stack. "What happened back there we can talk about. We'll talk about how we want to move forward, with these potential babies, and this world. Right now, we focus on food, water, shelter, warmth. Let's spread out and begin observing." Everyone nodded. "I'm going to scout the area for potential camping ground or natural shelter," Marty said. "I'll also take note of building resources. I think we should remain as close as we can here just because our passage back is likely accessible here." "Agreed," Brad chimed. "I'm going to search for fresh water resources and examine these flowers. I want to see if the other plants demonstrate any more signs of sentience." "I'm going to start looking for edible plants and signs of animal life," Mindy said. "There could be berries, fruits, roots. We're going to need as much nutrition as possible if we're out here a while." I nodded. "I'm going to see if those grasses can be harvested and woven." I said, eyeing the long gold strands. "Clothing and blankets for exposure and warmth, baskets, hammocks maybe, hats, water skins- I might be able to make anything we need to survive." Then, I did something corny, harkening back to our undergrad college biology club days. Our competitive chant seemed the thing to do. All of us nodded, pumped our hands together and raised them with a shout of "For Science!" all together. After we split apart to our chosen tasks, I headed right for the golden grasses. They were silky but strong, like the husk on fresh corn, without the little fibers on the inside. As I ran my fingers up the stalks, moving forward, I felt and saw them bend to accommodate my body. They allowed me to pass without me having to bend or cut them. Well, there was at least some evidence of the world's sentience. Perhaps cognizance had evolved in the plants of this world, and not the animal life. As I wandered through the stalks, they caressed my body like tiny hands, and I began to notice how direct the touches were. I stopped walking. Immediately the grasses all around me wrapped my body all over and began stroking every one of my curves. I moaned aloud as the tendrils rubbed my incredibly sensitive nipples and wrapped my breasts. They began to squeeze the heft of each tit and tug on my nipples, almost like they were milking me. I felt stalks wind up my legs and find my labia's cleft. I was already gushing juice from my slit, and they dove into it- four, five, six stalks writhing inside me all at once, squirming and pleasuring my g-spot and my tender cervix. My nipples started gushing clear, sweet-smelling liquid like rain all over the stalks. I cried out in delight as I was rubbed on my clit too, the grasses keeping me pleasured so that I kept producing nectar for them to soak up. As they did, they ripened before my eyes, turning from bright gold to bronze, and they shook off the outer coat, leaving behind a silky strip I could harvest for raw materials. The plants milked me and fucked me to multiple orgasms, shedding piles of their golden husks and turning rich bronze, getting taller and thicker. Soon a whole little patch of bronze was all around me, and I was both thirsty and exhausted, my arms full of weaving material. Not too far off, Mindy was wandering in a brushier part of the landscape, searching for root plants and berries, or fruit-bearing trees. She was getting hungry and thirsty, her belly becoming more of a burden. Sally had to be right. They were pregnant with something. Mindy's nose detected a sweet aroma and she followed it. A cluster of trees, small, lemon-yellow in bark and emerald green in foliage, were growing just upwind. Their branches were low enough to reach, and she saw a number of fist-sized fruits growing there. Only one way to know if they were edible. She examined the colors of the fruits, and looked for evidence of fallen ones. It seemed as though they started green, like the leaves, and soon turned an orange yellow to indicate ripeness. For starters, Mindy picked up a recently fallen ripened fruit and sniffed it, touched it. It emanated a tangy-sweet aroma and was about the feel and size of a peach. Her Mouth watering, she bit into the fruit. An explosion of delectable flavors coated her tongue. Tangy, tart and sweet, with firm, smooth flesh and thick juice, the fruit was absolutely delicious, and calmed her belly immediately. She felt refreshed and strengthened by it as well, and devoured the whole piece down to the stone inside. Mindy began loading her arms full and took the fruit with her back to the central area. Along the way she felt her cunt getting warm. Just like when the plant had ensnared and injected her before, she was becoming incredibly horny. Mindy found me as I stumbled out of the grasses, arms full of plant material and panting hard. Give her fruit, a voice whispered. Then go into the grasses. The voice startled Mindy but she knew there was nothing to fear, somehow. "Eat this, Sally," she said, bending to offer me one of the fruits. Parched, I grabbed it and took a bite. It immediately refreshed me, and I moaned at the flavor. It was incredible. "It wants me to go in there. What'll happen?" "Well for me, like ten orgasms. I helped ripen it somehow, and it shed these stalks." I pointed. "Our breast juice helps it." Mindy shrugged, and stepped into the grasses. They took my friend down the road to pleasure, and as soon as I began feeling the effects of the fruit, I understood why. The grasses reached out and dragged me back in. Our screams of pleasure began rising in harmony. Oblivious to the women, Brad was bent over several flowers in the field, absorbed by the wondrous nature of them, their colors, complex perfumes and variegated shapes. He was looking for a fresh water resource, like a stream or a pond, but what he was discovering was even more astounding. Some of the flowers held a reserve of water or nectar inside bulbous lower chambers. But how could he access it without damaging the plant? Carefully, he probed the opening with his fingers. It was large enough to slip something like a straw in there, if he could make one. But as he examined, he brushed the flower's stamen, releasing some pollen, which he breathed in. The flower then gave up the entire cup-like lower petal, thick as a cabbage leaf and full of liquid, right into his hand. The pollen had a curious effect on him. Immediately his cock thickened and surged rigidly erect. Go to the grasses and pollinate your female again, a voice out of his mind told him. The environment here will see to all your needs. Go. Compelled and horny, Brad took the petal-cup with him and sprinted back to where the girls were being pleasured and harvested by the golden grasses. Marty's quest through the tall trees and forest-like area had proven rich with sticks and limbs, foliage, mud, and other such raw building materials. He was busily gathering them into a pile when he came upon a tangle of small green plants growing at the base of one of the cinnamon red giant trees. They resembled basil and gave off an herbal scent. Curious, Marty leaned down and plucked a leaf. He brought it to his nose, and it smelled pleasant, minty and fragrant. Deciding it was better to try and document any possible edible greenery, he popped the leaf in his mouth and chewed. It was like spiced mint, enjoyable and unusual. Chewing, Marty went to return to his work, but was quickly blindsided by a ferocious erection. Go to the grasses, the voice told him too. Go pollinate your female. Confused, all four of us were soon converged. The men found us bound by bronze and gold grasses, our tits being milked and our cunts kept in a state of perpetual orgasm. We'd each eaten three of the stone fruits Mindy had found, and our bodies were producing insane amounts of nectar from our breasts. The planet's voice became audible to all of us in that moment. "Drink of their nectar and seed them," the voice said, directing the men. The grasses began looping their engorged and enormous cocks. The men were pulled forward, compelled by sexual desire so fierce it could not be denied, like we were. Brad's lips fell to one of my breasts first, and he began suckling. My cunt and Mindy's were held open by the grasses. Marty descended on Mindy. I would have thought the grasses filling me and wrapping Brad's cock would recede when we joined, but they didn't. Instead I was filled with the mass of flesh and plant, my cunt so full I couldn't move. I stretched easily to accommodate the girth of everything inside me, and it felt so good I couldn't do much more than yelp as I received it. The grasses bound Brad at the base of his cock and squeezed, trapping blood in his erection, making him fiercely hard, prolonging his orgasm. They also wrapped his balls and added stimulation there. Finally we both felt the tendrils fill our asses. "Oh fuck!" he cried, jolting inside me. "Ah!" I screamed. Brad started thrusting, but it was half him and half the plants, spurring him deep. Mindy and Marty were right next to us, undergoing the same. She and I grasped each other's fingers together as we each got fucked and filled. Once the orgasms started, they never stopped. My body kept cumming, over and over again on Brad's dick as he grunted and desperately sought orgasm in my overheated cunt. Adding more aphrodisiac juices to each of us as our bodies were used, the plants finally allowed the men to come, and Brad filled me with I think, a literal gallon of cum. As he did, both my tits and belly swelled even larger, and now we were very obviously pregnant. I ached, and my belly was full and round in my arms. The sight of us like that, Did something to the guys. Without speaking, both of them broke away, as if possessed, and ran off. The grasses moved Mindy and me toward each other, and though they had released the men, we were still trapped, and still being pleasured. We squealed in one another's arms. We even pressed our lips together as we were both used, our tits and bellies rubbing on each other, and we made out fiercely. Mindy and I were lost in a haze of pure lust. Brad and Marty, meanwhile, had run on instinct back to the flower patch and taken more of the pollen that triggered the voice for Brad. They each took pollen on their tongues and felt their pricks swell again. The flowers gave up their nectar cups and they drank. It refreshed both their parched throats and readied them to return. When they did, they found us tangling our tongues and stroking each other's tits, our legs still splayed open for them. The boys each grabbed another fruit and came toward us. Marty took me this time, and Brad took Mindy. They plunged their cocks inside without asking, without a word, and began fucking us hard. Pulling our mouths apart, Mindy and I moaned. Each man bent down to make us eat the fruit they bore, even as they rode us so hard I was afraid they'd hurt our babies. But it felt so good I forgot to worry. It was just an oblivion of pleasure and I fell into it. I lost count of how many times the men fucked us, switching between pussies and impregnating us bigger and bigger with every load of cum. "You're going to give birth soon," Brad said, as he helplessly fucked the absolutely hell out of my cunt. "We're going to be giving you sperm until you both give birth!" "The voice keeps telling us, to pollinate," Marty choked. Every load had made my tits and belly bigger. I felt the child in my womb now, and I heard it. It was made of my and Brad's human genetics, and enhanced by the sentience of the plants. It would be a new evolution of humanity. "Not long now!" I panted. "Not long," Brad fucked another load of molten cum into my cunt, and I shrieked as another orgasm tore through me. As it did, my womb opened up, Brad's cock slipped out of me, and my child fell into my birth canal. The birth itself wasn't horribly painful, as the whole escapade had prepared my cunt to stretch much wider than before, but it did feel weird. My baby's head, followed by the rest of her, slid into my vaginal canal, and the remnants of my orgasmic contractions pushed her out of my hole. "Oh fuck!" I cried. Mindy next to me screamed as she too felt life coming out of her body. Brad was right between my legs to catch our daughter as she was born. "Oh my God!" he cried. Our child was attached to me inside, not by an umbilical cord, but a vine, and though human in shape and features, her hair was leafy and her skin had the sheen of silvery bark. "It's a girl," he said, wiping startled tears off his face. "We have a boy!" shouted Marty. "Oh my God," I said, gasping, "we've given birth to a new race." "Thank you," said the voice. "We've been waiting for a species like yours to help us evolve. Now we can begin the Dryad race. Your sacrifices will not be unrewarded." My body was sweaty, and I was exhausted, but I raised my beautiful new daughter to my swollen tits and she latched on to drink. The world compelled Brad and Marty to run off again for more of its special sustenance. We were left to expel the afterbirths of our children alone, at least until the voice spoke to us alone. "You will be used to birth our children many times, but your bodies will experience pleasure unlike any you could ever dream, and you will never want for anything. We thank you for your service." Our babes suckled, cooing and growing at an alarming rate, and when our mates returned with more fruit and nectar we were soon seeded by them again. Brad and Marty's enhanced cocks proved insatiable, and our cunts proved endlessly fertile. Mindy and I have already gestated and given birth at least once a day, and our eldest children already are like seven years old instead of seven days. They've already started making the world their own while we are giving them siblings. I don't know how long we'll be here, fucking and being pregnant with our dryad children, but it feels so incredible we may never want to leave. Brad's cock was inside me even as I wrote this, cumming huge amounts and making my belly swell. I'll be giving birth again soon, to my eighth child. While we're busy making more, the plants around us show the kids their world and take care of them in the way I guess only sentient plant parents can. We, the humans, can't stop fucking! The youngest babies drink my nectar while more babies are gestating in me, every day. I never ended up making any clothes. We've been too busy having sex since, we got here. Post script: The foliage of this place seems to retain dominion over our team, unlike Adam & Eve's dominion over that first ‘Garden of Eden'. Life in this world seems preoccupied with procreation and pleasure; less so on curiosity and learning. The vines did not tolerate non-compliance in this domain. Has mankind been here before? Is the transporting vine actually a ‘Tree of Life'?  Were we the first human-like race? Will the Dryads ever be transported back to our world? Will Dryads and humans live in harmony? Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente for Literotica

Four scientists find their mission led astray, by paradise.Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Forward:In the beginning, defiance led to rejection and expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Our species was transported to the parallel universe we've now occupied for several millennia. Legends of that previous world have been handed down to us, along with various elaborations and moral lessons.If we could only access that previous world. A world designed for our inclusion. Does it exist? Is it yet flourishing in our absence? Can we gain a second chance to rejoin Eden?Sally joins an expeditionary team. You know, the job of a scientist is not always easy, but it’s usually pretty rewarding. I’ve helped discover new species of plants and animals, and I derived a number of medicinal properties from my discoveries, too. I’m a naturalist and explorer.But, sometimes I think existence has an absolutely weird sense of humor. How else could I possibly explain the misadventures my team's had this past week? I mean, where do I even begin to explain all this craziness?We were on the trail of an extremely elusive lemur species on Madagascar when my teammate Brad stumbled into a burrow of some kind.“Shit!” he shrieked, his leg sinking calf deep in an extremely well disguised hole. I rushed over.“Oh man! Are you hurt?” I crouched behind him, putting my arms around his chest, hooked under his pits. I used my legs to try and pry him out of the hole. Our other team members, Marty and Mindy, rushed over to help.“I don’t think it’s injured, I was just really fucking surprised.” He began shifting his weight pushing back with his free leg. “Damn, this hole is deep! What makes burrows like this out here?”“What’s the angle like?” Mindy asked. “Most everything in this area are tree-dwellers,”“It’s weird, it’s straight down,” Brad said, “and it’s like there's nothing below, nothing on all sides. I’m only being squeezed right here at the calf.” He pointed to the section of leg we could actually see touching earth.“That is super weird,” I grunted, still pulling. He was coming loose. “But maybe, it was just a hollow that got buried by, a storm, or shifting ground. No biggie.” Marty threw himself into a crouch and aided me by wrapping his arms around my middle.“On my count,” he said. “One, two, three!” we both pulled, throwing our weight collectively into the effort.“It’s working!” Brad said happily. “My leg’s coming free.” After a couple of minutes of combined work, Marty and I got him out and we all fell back in a heap.“Whew!” I grunted. "Brad, your leg ok? Let’s see.“ Pulling away from the hole, Brad rolled up his pant leg and removed his boot. No blood, no bad scratches. It didn’t look twisted, and I saw no swelling."Looks good, Sally,” he told me. “Doesn’t hurt but I could just be pumping with adrenaline. I’ll give it a few.”“Good idea,” I nodded. “Let’s all take ten. Our little kerfuffle probably scared off everything within fifty yards anyway.” My team settled down and busted out water and some snacks. Tromping through rainforest looking for tiny primates was hot, thirsty work.“I kinda want to take a look at this hole,” Mindy said, walking cautiously toward it. “Could be a nest, could be just an odd patch of hollow ground.”“Yeah, let’s poke around a little,” I replied, after taking a gulp of my canteen. “If it’s not an animal den maybe we could fill it up, just so no one else stumbles in and gets hurt.” Mindy put herself on her belly and inched over.“Wow Brad, you must’ve caught it just right. It’s hardly big enough for a boot your size.”“Hey, you know what they say about men with big feet,” Brad quipped in response. He held his palms open nearly a foot and a half to illustrate his point. “You know what I mean?” I playfully punched him on the shoulder.“Sure, but you’re not supposed to stick your foot in those holes,” I countered. We all laughed, except Mindy. Totally focused, she was peering into the opening with her flashlight.“Guys, this is really fucking weird,” she said. “There's nothing down there I can see, nothing at all! And, it’s the weirdest thing, but, There's air flowing out of the hole. Cold air!" We all leaned in. I was fascinated."Buried cave, maybe?” I hypothesized.“Buried something,” she answered. “I say we open it up.”“Agreed,” I said.“Second,” Marty put in. Like Mindy, we all flopped down on our bellies and began pulling clumps of dirt away from the hole. The tree roots beneath us had formed a pretty good network to secure the dirt, leaving only that one gap. Pretty soon we’d uncovered a genuine hole in the ground, only about five feet wide, and deep. So deep, and cylindrical in shape, it was like an abandoned well. I said as much.“Solid theory,” Brad remarked. “What do we do now? Do we just leave it? We can’t fill it in.”“We could make a crude sign or marker and post it to warn passerby.” Mindy remarked thoughtfully. I used my headlamp to beam down into the hole. It loomed below us, black and yawning, but somehow, though I felt like I ought to be frightened, it seemed more mysterious and tantalizing than scary. I stuck my head in, bracing my upper body at the rim.“Hello!” I shouted into the void, and waited. My voice dropped down, but did not come bouncing back, I waited a while. "Echo!“ I dropped the second time, listening intently. Nothing. "This thing must be fucking deep,” I muttered, beginning to shimmy back out. Distracted by my own effort, I had to pause when I half caught something that sounded like my name, coming not from my team but somewhere below me. Twisting to look back at them, I asked: “Did somebody call me?”“No,” Marty said. “We were all waiting for you.” I shook my head and continued dragging myself out of the hole by my elbows.“Let’s make the sign,” Brad was saying when I felt something touch my wrist. I jerked, startled, but saw what appeared to be a root that I’d brushed, and relaxed again. However, when I was unable to pull free of it, I sought the source, And found myself peering straight down, at a vine curled snugly around my wrist, risen from the depths of nowhere.“Uh, guys?” I started, tugging at my captor. It was firmly set, somewhere. Before they could even look, I felt something, odd. The vine trapping me began to writhe, and suddenly the largest, most spectacular flowers I’d ever seen began to sprout and bloom from it. Big as dinner plates, with a five-petal bloom in the most vivid electric purple. I goggled at the sight of the one closest to me. As the flower came into its full beauty, it released a scent that hit me right in the face, immediately making me swoon with heady intoxication. My body, grew hot. And my mind told me to go down, to let the vine take me. That paradise awaited me down there,Mindy was the first to notice my predicament, and the first to react when I shot forward into the hole not of my own volition.The portal“Oh shit,” I declared, feeling myself dragged headfirst down into what I was already envisioning as some kind of wonderland. Mindy dove on my legs, screaming at the guys to help her, and I felt their weight momentarily halt my progress. It was just my round ass and legs sticking out of the hole at that point. The vine on my wrist grew thicker, and suddenly began growing. It enveloped my whole upper body as I watched and began pulling again. Then more vines, already blossoming like mine had, crept out around me to ensnare my team, dosing each one of them with the intoxicating perfume. I was feeling very warm and very good about the whole thing by then. “Hang on!” I giggled. “We’re going for a ride!” The vines got all of us in one fell swoop, and before we knew it, we were all being rushed right along down the tunnel to somewhere, screaming bloody murder in the dark.We fell a long, long time, and at some point I blacked out into nonsensical dreams full of vivid colors and scents but no substance. I didn’t know how long I was out, but I did know why I came to. Something was tickling me, between my legs. I was fuzzy, waking up, but when I felt something thick and incredibly bendy probe between my cunt lips and slide inside me, I hollered, coming awake more violently than anything else could have done. Intense pleasure shot through my cunt as something thrust itself deep inside. I looked down. I was sprawled in a plant that resembled a strawberry patch, naked, with my legs tethered open by tendrils of plant life, a shining green vine filling my cunt. It was growing out of the bottom of the thing, which cradled me like a bed. My arms were tethered above my head, and I watched helplessly as another part of the giant vine-plant wrapped my breasts. Two little buds, different from the previous purple ones, latched on to my nipples and began dripping something- I guess nectar- onto them. The long tendril actually inside me plunged deep into my womb, bypassing my cervix in a moment of strange ecstasy. I felt a tremendous rush of liquid fill me, like, a huge swelling, but then it all absorbed into my body. After that, my blood began to heat. My arousal tipped up to an insane degree.“Oh holy fuck!" I shouted. "Mindy? Marty, Brad- where are you? Are you okay?” The vine in my cunt gently plunged in and out of my hole. The buds on my nipples somehow made them extra sensitive and dying for touch. I began to pant. Nearby I heard what sounded suspiciously like Mindy, screaming an orgasm. A third bud grew toward my clitoris and latched on. I howled. The nectar gushed onto that part of me too and sent my insides roiling with need. Brad popped up into my plant-bed. He wasn’t restrained, but I did notice he was naked, and had a rather interesting new accessory. A vine was in his ass, plunging back and forth.“Sally!” he gasped, steeling himself against his body’s invader. “Everyone’s, uh okay, but,” He climbed toward me, his erection stiff as hell and huge. “Marty and Mindy are like this too, They're already fucking, God Sally I’m so sorry! I can’t help it!” Spurned forward by the vine using his asshole, Brad dove on top of me like a man starving and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Already wild with arousal, I responded eagerly. The vine filling my cunt pulled away and redirected itself into my other hole, The same place it was filling Brad and driving him mad. Once inside me there, the plant spread my legs further and opened me for Brad’s cock.“We can worry about this later,!” I grunted out. “Fuck me, fuck me now!” Nothing in the world was more important at that moment than being fucked. Brad did not hesitate. His huge cock speared me immediately. I howled, he groaned. He started thrusting inside my burning hot hole immediately, and as our bodies entwined we realized the heat was overwhelming, our lust scorching.“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Sally!” he growled, slamming his hips into mine. I bucked against him, taking everything he had, wanting more.“Yes, yes, yes, oh Brad!” Each of us had our asses plundered, and I felt the penetration from each side within me and screamed my bliss. Brad was fucking like a man on fire, driving his dick so hard into my cunt it was miraculous I felt no pain. Instead I felt heat and good and pleasure so profound my whole body was singing. The buds nipping at my nipples and clitoris had made them so stiff, so swollen in arousal that I marveled they didn’t shoot right off my body. The buds finally left my nipples, and Brad seized downward as he fucked me to latch on with his lips, as if driven by innate primal desire.“So, sweet,” he groaned through his teeth. I could feel a climax building powerfully inside me. The bud on my clit hadn’t stopped its curious brand of soaking aphrodisiac nectar into that most sensitive place, and I was veering dangerously close to stimulation overload. Brad’s cock was thicker and bigger and harder than any man I’d ever had before, and the savagery of his thrusts ought to hurt, but they just felt amazing. I was so rabid I just screamed his name, over and over, and I felt another gush of fluid from the vine in my ass. At the same time, Brad surged forward like he’d gotten the same.“I’m going to cum in you, Sally!” he told me with a tinge of regret.“I’m going to cum too, Brad! It’s ok, this isn’t us!” He wrapped me in his arms. “We’re being used, It’s not your fault.” I breathed raggedly, thrashing myself against him.“No!” he groaned. “I really do like you, Sally! A lot! But I wouldn’t have wanted it this way!”“I know! Me too, it’s ok, you can cum in me! I need you to cum in me!” I screamed. “Please, please cum in me!” My body, overloaded with aphrodisiacs and stimulation, pitched over the edge. The muscle spasms that went off in my cunt were tremendous, and would have crushed a normal cock. But Brad, inundated by the plant’s strange properties, had a dick of steel and pistoned it to the back of me expertly until his body gave up his seed. And believe me, I felt it. It was like the fluid from the vine that had gushed tremendously and then absorbed. He poured shot after shot inside, but it was molten hot and he just kept cumming as I kept cumming, on and on.The orgasm we shared caused an explosion of blue-green blossoms all over our plant bed, and the vines finally released us as we lay shaking in each other’s arms. Mindy and Marty finally found us; they were huddled together and spent from their bout of lovemaking. Brad and I joined our comrades, totally naked as well. All four of us left the now docile and incredibly beautiful bloomed plants that had fucked us, and spurned us to fuck each other, behind. When we did, we could not believe the world spread before us.It was a riot of color. Plant life like none of us had ever seen before. Huge blossoms, trees that dwarfed even redwoods, in hot cinnamon red and mossy green. Tall gold grasses that danced in the breeze. Looking around, we noticed all of our clothing and equipment was totally gone, like it had never existed in the first place. We also noticed that Mindy and I were both now sporting breasts the size of small melons, both of our nipples a deep ruby red, our clitorises the same rich color. I also noticed that my belly seemed to be rounding, and growing heavy. Hers too. My breasts ached, almost as if they were filling up with liquid.“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto,” I hummed forebodingly. Instinctively I cupped my stomach with my palm.“What, the hell, Did we fall into?” Marty croaked out, holding Mindy to him possessively.“I don’t know,” Brad answered.“Am I the only one that heard the voice before we got pulled down here?” I started, trying to keep my rational scientific mind. In fact, I began studying my environment with more critical detachment. I looked up into an overcast, but still sunny, sky, with a faint mixture of pale blues, purples and greens, but saw no hole. Nothing. No cave, either, just lush foliage and Technicolor world.“Voice?" Mindy suddenly barked. "What did you hear?” Her reaction, so sharp and intent, clued me in.“Don’t flip out yet, any of you,” I said, holding up a hand. “We're scientists. We are making discoveries, got it?” I waited, to see them all understand my meaning and nod. “When the vine grabbed my wrist, I thought I heard my name, first,” recollection hit them of the moment, “And after I got dosed by the flower I thought I heard a voice say I should come down here.”“I heard the same fucking thing!” Mindy said. “I thought I was experiencing a panic-induced hallucination! It said ‘paradise’ was down here.” I gasped.“I heard that too!”“I didn’t hear anything besides our screaming,” Brad said, shrugging. He looked at Marty.“Nothing here. But I did get hit by a load of that flower perfume. It made me sneeze but I didn’t otherwise feel anything different.”“It made me feel drunk, and, horny.” I blushed. Stupidly, really.“Yeah,” Mindy said. “Me too,” she looked down, as if realizing she was naked for the first time. Our erogenous zones were like fat cherries on our breasts and loins. The ache in my tits and the swelling of my lower body led me to my logical conclusions.“Okay, Mindy and I were both dosed by the perfume and had physical reactions, and heard a voice prior to being pulled down here. Logically it seems that the targets are females. Though obviously this place makes use of males as well. Based on my physical sensations and everything that happened in the blue-flower plant, Mindy and I are pregnant. The pregnancies are escalated, and not entirely human. I think, this world not only enhances our reproductive capabilities but needs our fertility for its own.”“If it needs both males and females to help it propagate, why didn’t it try and lure us too?” asked Marty.“Maybe because it knows that the males will follow their females, especially if they seem to be in danger. Breeding females are an important resource.” Mindy added on, suddenly holding her belly. “You wouldn’t have let us disappear down that hole without trying something.”“No, we wouldn’t have.” Brad said. “Alright, the million-dollar question now is what do we do?”“Well, I can’t see where we came in here from, can any of you?” They all looked, and once each of them had surveyed the landscape to their satisfaction, they shook their heads.“Fuck,” Marty said.“I postulate that we have discovered a pocket dimension or a passage through space-time, friends,” I said. “Which means that if we get back, We're going to have more money than God.” I grinned, trying to break the tension and get a laugh. It worked, and my team cracked up.“Oh my God,” Mindy started, wiping away a few tears from laughing so hard. “We’ll be the most famous fucking science team that has ever been.”“We went searching for monkeys and ended up proving parallel universes exist,” Brad continued. “Or at least that Narnia might really be in a closet somewhere.”“Wardrobe,” I corrected. Brad laughed.“Oh forgive me, Sir Reads-a-lot.”“Alright seriously though,” Marty said, once the mood had relaxed. “If Mindy and Sally really are pregnant, we’ve got to deal with that.”“Yeah, and we’ve gotta survive,” I said.“We need to find shelter and resources,” Mindy added.“Precisely. Alright team, we can do this.” I put my hand palm down in front of them. “Pile on.” They added their hands to the stack. “What happened back there we can talk about. We’ll talk about how we want to move forward, with these potential babies, and this world. Right now, we focus on food, water, shelter, warmth. Let’s spread out and begin observing.” Everyone nodded.“I’m going to scout the area for potential camping ground or natural shelter,” Marty said. “I’ll also take note of building resources. I think we should remain as close as we can here just because our passage back is likely accessible here.”“Agreed,” Brad chimed. “I’m going to search for fresh water resources and examine these flowers. I want to see if the other plants demonstrate any more signs of sentience.”“I’m going to start looking for edible plants and signs of animal life,” Mindy said. “There could be berries, fruits, roots. We’re going to need as much nutrition as possible if we’re out here a while.” I nodded.“I’m going to see if those grasses can be harvested and woven.” I said, eyeing the long gold strands. “Clothing and blankets for exposure and warmth, baskets, hammocks maybe, hats, water skins- I might be able to make anything we need to survive.”Then, I did something corny, harkening back to our undergrad college biology club days. Our competitive chant seemed the thing to do. All of us nodded, pumped our hands together and raised them with a shout of “For Science!” all together.After we split apart to our chosen tasks, I headed right for the golden grasses. They were silky but strong, like the husk on fresh corn, without the little fibers on the inside. As I ran my fingers up the stalks, moving forward, I felt and saw them bend to accommodate my body. They allowed me to pass without me having to bend or cut them. Well, there was at least some evidence of the world’s sentience. Perhaps cognizance had evolved in the plants of this world, and not the animal life. As I wandered through the stalks, they caressed my body like tiny hands, and I began to notice how direct the touches were. I stopped walking. Immediately the grasses all around me wrapped my body all over and began stroking every one of my curves. I moaned aloud as the tendrils rubbed my incredibly sensitive nipples and wrapped my breasts. They began to squeeze the heft of each tit and tug on my nipples, almost like they were milking me. I felt stalks wind up my legs and find my labia’s cleft. I was already gushing juice from my slit, and they dove into it- four, five, six stalks writhing inside me all at once, squirming and pleasuring my g-spot and my tender cervix. My nipples started gushing clear, sweet-smelling liquid like rain all over the stalks. I cried out in delight as I was rubbed on my clit too, the grasses keeping me pleasured so that I kept producing nectar for them to soak up. As they did, they ripened before my eyes, turning from bright gold to bronze, and they shook off the outer coat, leaving behind a silky strip I could harvest for raw materials. The plants milked me and fucked me to multiple orgasms, shedding piles of their golden husks and turning rich bronze, getting taller and thicker. Soon a whole little patch of bronze was all around me, and I was both thirsty and exhausted, my arms full of weaving material.Not too far off, Mindy was wandering in a brushier part of the landscape, searching for root plants and berries, or fruit-bearing trees. She was getting hungry and thirsty, her belly becoming more of a burden. Sally had to be right. They were pregnant with something. Mindy’s nose detected a sweet aroma and she followed it. A cluster of trees, small, lemon-yellow in bark and emerald green in foliage, were growing just upwind. Their branches were low enough to reach, and she saw a number of fist-sized fruits growing there. Only one way to know if they were edible. She examined the colors of the fruits, and looked for evidence of fallen ones. It seemed as though they started green, like the leaves, and soon turned an orange yellow to indicate ripeness. For starters, Mindy picked up a recently fallen ripened fruit and sniffed it, touched it. It emanated a tangy-sweet aroma and was about the feel and size of a peach. Her Mouth watering, she bit into the fruit.An explosion of delectable flavors coated her tongue. Tangy, tart and sweet, with firm, smooth flesh and thick juice, the fruit was absolutely delicious, and calmed her belly immediately. She felt refreshed and strengthened by it as well, and devoured the whole piece down to the stone inside. Mindy began loading her arms full and took the fruit with her back to the central area. Along the way she felt her cunt getting warm. Just like when the plant had ensnared and injected her before, she was becoming incredibly horny. Mindy found me as I stumbled out of the grasses, arms full of plant material and panting hard.Give her fruit, a voice whispered. Then go into the grasses. The voice startled Mindy but she knew there was nothing to fear, somehow.“Eat this, Sally,” she said, bending to offer me one of the fruits. Parched, I grabbed it and took a bite. It immediately refreshed me, and I moaned at the flavor. It was incredible. “It wants me to go in there. What’ll happen?”“Well for me, like ten orgasms. I helped ripen it somehow, and it shed these stalks.” I pointed. “Our breast juice helps it.” Mindy shrugged, and stepped into the grasses. They took my friend down the road to pleasure, and as soon as I began feeling the effects of the fruit, I understood why. The grasses reached out and dragged me back in. Our screams of pleasure began rising in harmony.Oblivious to the women, Brad was bent over several flowers in the field, absorbed by the wondrous nature of them, their colors, complex perfumes and variegated shapes. He was looking for a fresh water resource, like a stream or a pond, but what he was discovering was even more astounding. Some of the flowers held a reserve of water or nectar inside bulbous lower chambers. But how could he access it without damaging the plant? Carefully, he probed the opening with his fingers. It was large enough to slip something like a straw in there, if he could make one. But as he examined, he brushed the flower’s stamen, releasing some pollen, which he breathed in. The flower then gave up the entire cup-like lower petal, thick as a cabbage leaf and full of liquid, right into his hand. The pollen had a curious effect on him. Immediately his cock thickened and surged rigidly erect.Go to the grasses and pollinate your female again, a voice out of his mind told him. The environment here will see to all your needs. Go. Compelled and horny, Brad took the petal-cup with him and sprinted back to where the girls were being pleasured and harvested by the golden grasses.Marty’s quest through the tall trees and forest-like area had proven rich with sticks and limbs, foliage, mud, and other such raw building materials. He was busily gathering them into a pile when he came upon a tangle of small green plants growing at the base of one of the cinnamon red giant trees. They resembled basil and gave off an herbal scent. Curious, Marty leaned down and plucked a leaf. He brought it to his nose, and it smelled pleasant, minty and fragrant. Deciding it was better to try and document any possible edible greenery, he popped the leaf in his mouth and chewed. It was like spiced mint, enjoyable and unusual. Chewing, Marty went to return to his work, but was quickly blindsided by a ferocious erection.Go to the grasses, the voice told him too. Go pollinate your female.Confused, all four of us were soon converged. The men found us bound by bronze and gold grasses, our tits being milked and our cunts kept in a state of perpetual orgasm. We’d each eaten three of the stone fruits Mindy had found, and our bodies were producing insane amounts of nectar from our breasts. The planet’s voice became audible to all of us in that moment.“Drink of their nectar and seed them,” the voice said, directing the men. The grasses began looping their engorged and enormous cocks. The men were pulled forward, compelled by sexual desire so fierce it could not be denied, like we were. Brad’s lips fell to one of my breasts first, and he began suckling. My cunt and Mindy’s were held open by the grasses. Marty descended on Mindy. I would have thought the grasses filling me and wrapping Brad’s cock would recede when we joined, but they didn’t. Instead I was filled with the mass of flesh and plant, my cunt so full I couldn’t move. I stretched easily to accommodate the girth of everything inside me, and it felt so good I couldn’t do much more than yelp as I received it. The grasses bound Brad at the base of his cock and squeezed, trapping blood in his erection, making him fiercely hard, prolonging his orgasm. They also wrapped his balls and added stimulation there. Finally we both felt the tendrils fill our asses.“Oh fuck!” he cried, jolting inside me.“Ah!” I screamed. Brad started thrusting, but it was half him and half the plants, spurring him deep. Mindy and Marty were right next to us, undergoing the same. She and I grasped each other's fingers together as we each got fucked and filled.Once the orgasms started, they never stopped. My body kept cumming, over and over again on Brad’s dick as he grunted and desperately sought orgasm in my overheated cunt. Adding more aphrodisiac juices to each of us as our bodies were used, the plants finally allowed the men to come, and Brad filled me with I think, a literal gallon of cum. As he did, both my tits and belly swelled even larger, and now we were very obviously pregnant. I ached, and my belly was full and round in my arms. The sight of us like that, Did something to the guys. Without speaking, both of them broke away, as if possessed, and ran off. The grasses moved Mindy and me toward each other, and though they had released the men, we were still trapped, and still being pleasured. We squealed in one another’s arms. We even pressed our lips together as we were both used, our tits and bellies rubbing on each other, and we made out fiercely. Mindy and I were lost in a haze of pure lust.Brad and Marty, meanwhile, had run on instinct back to the flower patch and taken more of the pollen that triggered the voice for Brad. They each took pollen on their tongues and felt their pricks swell again. The flowers gave up their nectar cups and they drank. It refreshed both their parched throats and readied them to return.When they did, they found us tangling our tongues and stroking each other’s tits, our legs still splayed open for them. The boys each grabbed another fruit and came toward us. Marty took me this time, and Brad took Mindy. They plunged their cocks inside without asking, without a word, and began fucking us hard. Pulling our mouths apart, Mindy and I moaned. Each man bent down to make us eat the fruit they bore, even as they rode us so hard I was afraid they’d hurt our babies. But it felt so good I forgot to worry. It was just an oblivion of pleasure and I fell into it.I lost count of how many times the men fucked us, switching between pussies and impregnating us bigger and bigger with every load of cum.“You’re going to give birth soon,” Brad said, as he helplessly fucked the absolutely hell out of my cunt. “We’re going to be giving you sperm until you both give birth!”“The voice keeps telling us, to pollinate,” Marty choked. Every load had made my tits and belly bigger. I felt the child in my womb now, and I heard it. It was made of my and Brad’s human genetics, and enhanced by the sentience of the plants. It would be a new evolution of humanity.“Not long now!” I panted. “Not long,” Brad fucked another load of molten cum into my cunt, and I shrieked as another orgasm tore through me. As it did, my womb opened up, Brad’s cock slipped out of me, and my child fell into my birth canal. The birth itself wasn’t horribly painful, as the whole escapade had prepared my cunt to stretch much wider than before, but it did feel weird. My baby’s head, followed by the rest of her, slid into my vaginal canal, and the remnants of my orgasmic contractions pushed her out of my hole. “Oh fuck!” I cried. Mindy next to me screamed as she too felt life coming out of her body. Brad was right between my legs to catch our daughter as she was born.“Oh my God!” he cried. Our child was attached to me inside, not by an umbilical cord, but a vine, and though human in shape and features, her hair was leafy and her skin had the sheen of silvery bark. “It’s a girl,” he said, wiping startled tears off his face.“We have a boy!” shouted Marty.“Oh my God,” I said, gasping, “we’ve given birth to a new race.”“Thank you,” said the voice. “We’ve been waiting for a species like yours to help us evolve. Now we can begin the Dryad race. Your sacrifices will not be unrewarded.” My body was sweaty, and I was exhausted, but I raised my beautiful new daughter to my swollen tits and she latched on to drink. The world compelled Brad and Marty to run off again for more of its special sustenance. We were left to expel the afterbirths of our children alone, at least until the voice spoke to us alone. “You will be used to birth our children many times, but your bodies will experience pleasure unlike any you could ever dream, and you will never want for anything. We thank you for your service.” Our babes suckled, cooing and growing at an alarming rate, and when our mates returned with more fruit and nectar we were soon seeded by them again. Brad and Marty’s enhanced cocks proved insatiable, and our cunts proved endlessly fertile. Mindy and I have already gestated and given birth at least once a day, and our eldest children already are like seven years old instead of seven days. They’ve already started making the world their own while we are giving them siblings. I don’t know how long we’ll be here, fucking and being pregnant with our dryad children, but it feels so incredible we may never want to leave.Brad’s cock was inside me even as I wrote this, cumming huge amounts and making my belly swell. I’ll be giving birth again soon, to my eighth child. While we’re busy making more, the plants around us show the kids their world and take care of them in the way I guess only sentient plant parents can. We, the humans, can’t stop fucking! The youngest babies drink my nectar while more babies are gestating in me, every day. I never ended up making any clothes. We’ve been too busy having sex since, we got here.Post script:The foliage of this place seems to retain dominion over our team, unlike Adam & Eve's dominion over that first ‘Garden of Eden'. Life in this world seems preoccupied with procreation and pleasure; less so on curiosity and learning. The vines did not tolerate non-compliance in this domain.Has mankind been here before? Is the transporting vine actually a ‘Tree of Life'?  Were we the first human-like race? Will the Dryads ever be transported back to our world? Will Dryads and humans live in harmony?Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente for Literotica

Ok, this may sound silly. This is something you don't know about me, but I love Narnia, C.S. Lewis' “the chronicles of Narnia”, while I will be the first to say there is some problematic language in some of the books, I love those books. The really do communicate something very deep, something bigger than a story of children stumbling into another world. I saw a quote earlier from Mahmoud Darwish that said “if the olive trees knew the hands that planted them their oil would become tears”. I thought about that…amidst so much human suffering, nature also suffers, all parts of nature. And then this passage from “the Last Battle”, the last book in the series came into my mind, so much so I actually got up and ran to find the book and when I opened the book, I came exactly to the page I was looking for. That's when I knew I needed talk about this! This is going to be a show of a lot of unexpected connections! cover image: The Last Battle (full-color collectors edition) by C.S Lewis --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/anani-kaike/message

NEW YEAR, NEW SOLO. SAME PERFUME ROOM. 2023: favorite launches, most-worn fragrances, and most exciting discoveries 2024: INs and OUTs, trend predictions, and *manifestations* for the year ahead! FRAGS MENTIONED: Versatile Paris Rital Date, Masque Milano Basilica, Dior Hypnotic Poison, Kerosene Unknown Pleasures, Versatile Paris: Dimanche Flemme, Culot Thé; Headspace: Absinthe, Myrrh, Tubereuse, Santal; Lancome Oud Bouquet, Serge Lutens Serge Majascule, Perfumer H: Suede, Rain Cloud, Ink; Papillon Artisan Perfumes: Angelique, Dryad, Anubis, Bengal Rouge, Hera; La Perla My Day, Frederic Malle Iris Poudre, La Perla Once Upon A Garden, Maison d'ETTO Noisette, Escentric Molecules M+ Iris, Diptyque: Orpheon, Benjoin Boheme; Frederic Malle Portrait of a Lady, Serge Lutens Santal Majascule, Ourside Dusk, Le Labo Thé Noir 29, Buly 1803 Caribbean Sweet Potato & Afghan Carrot, The Body Shop Full Iris, Thameen Fanfare, Snif Crumb Couture, Roja Parfums Isola Blu, Dusita Rosarine, Ourside Nostalgia, Jovoy Musc Pallas, Electimuss Vanilla Edesia, ELOREA Gentle Shower, Headspace: Santal, Tubereuse; Armani My Way Parfum, Guerlain Aqua Allegoria Nerolia Vetiver Forte, Une Nuit Nomade Love at First Sight, Matière Premiere Vanilla Powder, Versatile Perfume Rital Date, Creed Carmina, L'Objet Oh Mon Dieu, Marissa Zappas Tragedy, Universal Flowering Poems 1-12, Kelly + Jones Mezcal Flora, Arqusite L'Or de Louis, Andrea Maack Supernova, Jorum Studio Pentimento, Le Labo Lavande 31, Mon Guerlain, YSL Libre, Tom Ford Myrrhe Mystère, Headspace Myrrh, J'Adore Dior, Guerlain Mitsouko, Gap Dream, B&BW Freesia Body Spray, Louis Vuitton Étoile Filante, La Perla Possibilities, Frederic Malle Heaven Can Wait, Une Nuit Nomade Memory Motel, Issey Miyake Feu JOIN SMELL CLUB: https://jansmellclub.eventbrite.com 10% off at luckyscent.com | code 'perfumer00m' 10% off at Twisted Lily | code 'perfumeroom10' PR DISCLAIMER: Some fragrances in this episode were gifted in PR (with no expectation of review/feature). All opinions are my own.

WOWEE-WOW were we excited to chat with Shane Alden Edwards @the_wild_dryad ! Shane is a multifaceted forager and artist in the Chicago suburbs so he met up with Michael and Steve for little to talk plants! Check out his art on his website and his myriad of videos on his socials, Shane is super cool! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/michael-baker62/support

Berkano is the 18th Rune in the Elder Futhark. I represents the Birch Goddess or Dryad and its energy is that of creating and sustaining. It is the feminine principle that heals all because it creates all."Everything is right the way it is right now," is a quote by Jared, who texted that to me one night.Music by Oleksii Kaplunskyi from Pixabay Participate in the 100 Ways Community: Email Me: https://laurachristine.us/contact or LC@laurachristine.us Support our show: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/100waysBook a session: https://buymeacoffee.com/100ways/commissions Facebook: https://facebook.com/laurachristine808Instagram: https://instagram.com/100wayspodcast

Back with a regular episode of random perfume thoughts and ramblings, a quick run-down on travel scents, and a handful of wishes for our holiday wishlists. Oh, and Jane tries to go lighter with her morning fragrances choices as opposed to her usual routine of bombing out the house with Amber Kiso and Oud Palao.All that and a lighter, friendly version of The Game... (00:00) - - Opening (14:50) - - Holiday Want Lists (27:46) - - Scents of the Week (38:42) - - The Game Fragrances mentioned in this episode:Ouranon by Aesop / Amber Kiso by DS & Durga / Eau d'Hadrien, Bois d'Hadrien, Le Chevrefeuill, and La Violette by Goutal Paris / Eau Papier, Olene, Eau Rose by Diptyque / Sunday Cologne by Byredo / Colonia by Acqua di Parma / Symphonique and Altar Candle by Byredo / Sellier and M/Mink by Byredo / Poudrextase by Marlou Paris / Rotano Candle by Maison d'Etto / Bo Candle by LIIS / Babycat by YSL / Oud Satin Mood and Gentle Fluidity Gold by Maison Francis Kurkdjian / Coromandel by Chanel / Melt my Heart and Lost In Flowers by Strangelove NYC / Salome, Anubis, Bengal Rouge, and Dryad by Papillon Artisan Perfumes / L'Eau d'Hiver, Une Rose, Heaven Can Wait, and Portrait of a Lady by Frederic Malle / Eau Capitale by Diptyque / En Passant by Frederic Malle / Fracas by Robert Piguet / Violet Here, Narcotico, and Odor 93 by Meo Fusciuni / Le Lion and Boy Chanel by Chanel / Bois d'Encens by Giorgio Armani / 212 by Carolina Herrera / Wonderwood by Comme des Garçon / Animalique, Oud Immortel, Inflorescence, and Rouge Chaotique by Byredo / Gloam by Aesop / Pura Lux by Chapel Factory / Copala by Xinú / Nuit de Bakelite, Iris Cendre, Corpus Equus, and Or du Serail by Naomi Goodsir / Sycamore by Chanel / Arbole, Arcadia, and Shangri La by Hiram Green / Eau de Minthé and Eau Rihla by DiptyqueThe Game:Médie by Maison Trudon / Himatsu by Regime des Fleurs / Cuir Velours by Naomi Goodsir / Vetyverso by Laboratorio Olfattivo / Dia Woman by Amouage / Eau Nabati by DiptyquePlease feel free to email us at hello@fragraphilia.com - Send us questions, comments, or recommendations. We can be found on TikTok and Instagram @fragraphilia

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Papillon Artisan Perfumes' Liz Moores is in the Perfume Room this week! We discuss: a perfume that smells post-coital, fragrance formulas that come in dreams, reading her own perfumes' Fragrantica reviews, the importance of sticking to a brief when no one else is watching/smelling, smells inspired by pets, and more! FRAGS MENTIONED: Diptyque Orpheon, Riddle Oil Poppy, Michael Kors EDP, Marc Jacob EDP, Ex Nihilo Lust in Paradise, Creed Silver Mountain Water, Papillon Dryad, Chanel No. 5 Eau Premiere, CK Obsession, YSL Opium (vintage), Estée Lauder Youth Dew, YSL Rive Gauche, Jean Patou Joy (vintage), Givenchy Gentleman, Papillon: Anubis, Hera, Dryad, Tobacco Rose, Salome, Spell 125, Bengal Rouge FOLLOW LIZ: @papillon_artisan_perfumes SHOP PAPILLON: luckyscent.com (LUCKY SCENT AFFILIATE DISCOUNT: 10pr for 10% off)

The podcast discusses innovative solutions to combat wildfires, which are becoming increasingly common due to climate change. Carsten Brinkschulte, CEO of Dryad Networks talk about early detection technology and how it can be used to prevent the spread of wildfires. They also discuss the need for collaboration among inventors, visionaries, and founders to develop solutions to the problem. Carsten suggest combining ultra-early detection with an automated response system, such as a drone that can detect and put out a fire within 10 minutes. They also talk about the importance of battery life and payload capacity for drones to make them effective in preventing wildfires Show notes: One of the key advantages of Dryad's technology is its ability to detect fires during the smoldering phase, which can last for several hours before an open flame erupts. This phase is often difficult to detect with traditional methods, such as satellite images or cameras. Dryad's sensors can detect fires during this phase, preventing them from becoming large and dangerous. Carsten has a wealth of experience in the telecommunications industry, having worked on LTE, 4G networks, mobile email, and synchronization over the past 25 years. He has used this experience to create a technology that can make a real difference in preventing wildfires and protecting our forests. Thank you for joining us on the journey of fighting wildfires. We understand that we are in a constant battle with mother nature and things seem hopeless when we have to evacuate, leave our homes and not know what we will come back to.  On our podcast, we bring experts to educate homeowners, communities, and businesses on what they can do against wildfires. Our team consists of wildfire prevention specialists, retired fire captains, and fire marshals.  If you're trying to get educated, find a solution to the wildfires, and do everything you can for your property then you have arrived at the right place!