A large unknown ecosystem has appeared within the heart of America. It was a large forest that crept its way into human cities and towns, taking over. The president decreed that this must be dealt with.

Anon was one of the scientists who signed up to study the forest.

He was dropped off at one of the research facilities by helicopter. It was hastily put together, located deep within the forest, and it was being digested by it. Vines crept up on the gates, plants cracked and burrowed within the concrete of the building brought out their flowers to bloom. Vines wrap around the electric wires made to keep dangerous fauna out of the facility. The smell of ash lingers through the air. Since the invasive flora have to be burnt every week.

He was brought here because of some odd animal they have in the facility. Apparently, it wasn't caught, it just barged into the building and slept in it. Whatever it is, it made the growth of invasive concrete cracking flora and the activity of nearby dangerous exotic fauna intensely worse.

Because it was observed fucking with the growth of plants, making flowers bloom and fruit outside of its appropriate seasons, it was codenamed “Ceres” by the organization.

He was led by armed guards through white hallways with the buzz of LED lights. Getting sterilized at least three times, placing on a hazmat suit, and then getting sterilized three more times. None knew what Ceres was capable of, and if it attracted horrible viruses and bacteria that would make another global pandemic. It made a new ecosystem in its room no matter how much it was sterilized.

Then, alas, the room where Ceres decided to barge into. It was a scaled horse deer hybrid with a very thick green mane that had flowers growing out of it. Thick antlers on its head. The thing was large. It took a peaceful nap, lying down, it took about two thirds of the floor curled up.

“The thing is peaceful.” One of his higher ups said, “Do not attack anyone.”

“Then that makes the job easier.” Anon said, “I’ll just do a couple of scans of its blood.”

“Remember Doc, you are here to figure out how it does whatever it does, and get it out of this facility.” His superior turned on his back and walked back to where they came. “Managing this facility is expensive, and the contractors are interested in making it useful in the war in Afghanistan. Do your job well, doc.”

And he was gone.

Anon picked up his kit for sample collecting, and went inside the room with two other staff with those spears whose ends were tazers instead of pointy metal.

He could hear the creature breathe. The air is humid from its breath. The room had soil somehow. With grass and flowers and insects that crawl around and eat each other despite the light being an LED and not a burning hot ball of plasma millions of miles away. He got at arms length of the neck of the creature.

He gently let down his kit, and knelt down to grab his equipment. Opened it, got a syringe. It didn't attack anybody, but it’s response to pain was still unknown. He could roughly know that his fellow staff has their taser sticks pointed at them, but he doubts their effectiveness at keeping it doc-

A gust of breath hit Anon. Ceres was awake and looking at him. Yellow, Golden yellow eyes stared at him. Its pupils shifted shape from a circle to a slit to a heart to a horizontal line to any other shape that shouldn't be biologically possible. Before anybody in the room could react, It curled into itself and turned into a hard egg-cocoon like thing.

“What the fuck?” One of the staff said.

There was a knocking, a thud coming from the inside of the cocoon.

Anon quickly stood up, and fell onto his ass, then went up again as everyone slowly walked backwards towards the exit. All eyes were on the cocoon as the thuds got louder and louder and louder and then cracked.

They bolted towards the exit door.a Anon was halfway through– Something latched onto him. Something heavy and warm. He collapsed onto the ground, face first. Whatever it was that grabbed him, shifted him to have him face the ceiling.

It was a beautiful woman. Hair as green as the pastures of the great mountain ranges of Switzerland. There were daisies blooming on the ends of her hair. The same golden eyes looked back at him. Fully widened like a tiger watching prey. She was heavy, pinning him down by the shoulders with both her hands. Anon looked down to see that, she was fully naked. With well endowed breasts hanging down. It was an inappropriate time to develop a boner to say the least.

“Help!” Anon yelled. “Help me!”

Nobody responded. Those bastards ran out before him and left him to die here.

Her face leaned closer and bit the part of the hazmat that protected his face. Her hands shifted near his neck, and she pried it out with no success. Her mouth lost grip and the plastic cloth of the hazmat fell back onto its usual state. She growled as she tried again. Then failed again. At that point she shifted her position to kneel on Anon’s shoulders. Knees pinning him down. She had the bushiest crotch he had ever seen. Unkempt and as green as her hair.

With her two hands, she held the cloth of the hazmat, and with her teeth, she ripped it open. She tore the only thing protecting Anon’s face. With it laying bare, she rubbed her forehead against his.

She picked him up by the collar and dragged him to the far corner of the room. Anon kicked and screamed. He hit her on the hands and feet, and she still walked with no hindrances.

She dragged him just conveniently near the kit. He took one of the dropped syringes, and stabbed her deep. She still walked anyway.

At the farthest wall, where she stopped. Anon had the chance to at least stand on his two feet for a few seconds until Ceres forced him to lie down. She flopped down as well. He legs and arms wrapped down on him as her face nuzzled against his hair. It clamped down on him, not too tight that he couldn't breathe but tight enough to keep him immobilized.

Other than the tightness, she was warm. It took Anon back to the time when he was 6, where, like all children, cuddled with their moms. It reminded him of one time he was terrified of thunderstorms and nestled within his mother’s arms for warmth and comfort.

But now was not the time for that. He wiggled himself, trying to get his hands out of the vice grip of her legs. He got his left arm free, and immediately tried to get her arms off of him.

She growled and promptly put his arm back to where it was. She squeezed down even further.

He tried moving his legs to the point where he hoped she would be annoyed and let go, but she squeezed down more.

If he annoyed her, she might squeeze to the point where he can’t breathe. So Anon decided not to move anymore. The lack of activity made him focus on the warmth. The breath on his hair.

She began to purr. Like a cat. This was unnervingly soothing. It eliminated all thoughts of her strangling him and then eating him or any other method or reason of keeping him on a stranglehold other than to just simply cuddle him like how mom used to do.

She massaged his scalp. She used her tongue, similar to a cat's, to gently and quickly stroke his hair. The sandpaper like texture pressed delicately onto him, edging him further to comfort.

His eyes went heavy. It was a struggle to stay awake. When all his hair was nicely groomed, she pressed herself on the side of his face. Like a kiss. Her mouth near his ear, he could hear her soft moans. Like how people softly speak in their sleep.

Her voice struck a chord that all good lullabies struck. A constant beckoning to Dreamland. As such, Anon closed his eyes, and fell asleep.