The Plant
by Misterebony
David wandered through the garden house, looking for something for his girlfriend. He wasn't sure what he should get, or what she would like. His last attempts had flopped, and he was trying desperately to win her over.
"Help you sir?" A lovely lady in oriental garb said. She looked like a priestess for the Buddah, and her face was a statue of non-expression.
"Yeah... I am kinda trying to find a flower for my girlfriend, and... well, I am not too good at it."
The woman nodded, walking with him. "Flowers are an extension of the person. Perhaps I can help you." She took his hand and walked with him. She did not say her name. She barely spoke at all as they approached a clearing in the garden room.
There were no people here, and there was only one single plant. It looked a little like a giant tulip crossed with a venus flytrap, and was red in color. All around its bottom, differnet flowers grew.
"What is THIS?" He said, a little frightened as they neared the plant, its bulb as big as he was.
"This is a special offer." She said, leading him to the bulb. "Smell the bulb."
He leaned in nervously as he did so, a sweet wonderful scent filling his nose. FOr some reason he had to smel it again. it gre more powerful, more fulfilling with each whiff, and he found himslf lost in pleasure, his whole body trembling in delight. His mind filled with warm, fuzzy thoughts, naughty sex thoughts, and wonderful dreams of every sort.
Just as the plant intended. The bulb's petals twisted to form a smile, turning to the priestess.
"He's looking for a gift for his lover, who he wants to win over. I don't often give you romantics, but this one is all yours Pookie." The bulb turned back to the customer, who was led forward by the scent. The petals parted, reveling a slimy, nectar filled tunnel, lined with thorns that could easily pass for teeth. With a smile on his face the customer started to climb in, so lost in ectasy he was.
Pookie, the plant, closed its petals around the snack, chewing on the customer. He never felt a thing as he was chewed up like a candy bar. For that was how the Amazonian Pleasure Pod worked: it used pheromones to draw in its prey, then it crunched them into absorbable peices using its thorns. Its red color came from feeding this way.
The body of the customer was still now, only the legs sticking out. The rest ha dbeen chewed apaprt and swallowed, and the legs followed soon after. The plant let out a burp as it finished its meal, eager for another.
It did not have a long wait, as a few minutes later a lovely lady came in, who was looking for her boyfriend. Well she was about to find him, Pookie thought, slowly blooming up a little violet.
"A violet?" The lady said. :Oh they are my favorite!"
The priestess chuckled. "Your lover picked it out just for you." She said. Indeed he probably did, after all his soul was in that flower.
"And what am I smelling? it is... so nice..." She said, her eyes fluttering, loving to the pod, the flower drooling nectar. Dinner was over.
It was time for dessert.
THE END?
by Misterebony
David wandered through the garden house, looking for something for his girlfriend. He wasn't sure what he should get, or what she would like. His last attempts had flopped, and he was trying desperately to win her over.
"Help you sir?" A lovely lady in oriental garb said. She looked like a priestess for the Buddah, and her face was a statue of non-expression.
"Yeah... I am kinda trying to find a flower for my girlfriend, and... well, I am not too good at it."
The woman nodded, walking with him. "Flowers are an extension of the person. Perhaps I can help you." She took his hand and walked with him. She did not say her name. She barely spoke at all as they approached a clearing in the garden room.
There were no people here, and there was only one single plant. It looked a little like a giant tulip crossed with a venus flytrap, and was red in color. All around its bottom, differnet flowers grew.
"What is THIS?" He said, a little frightened as they neared the plant, its bulb as big as he was.
"This is a special offer." She said, leading him to the bulb. "Smell the bulb."
He leaned in nervously as he did so, a sweet wonderful scent filling his nose. FOr some reason he had to smel it again. it gre more powerful, more fulfilling with each whiff, and he found himslf lost in pleasure, his whole body trembling in delight. His mind filled with warm, fuzzy thoughts, naughty sex thoughts, and wonderful dreams of every sort.
Just as the plant intended. The bulb's petals twisted to form a smile, turning to the priestess.
"He's looking for a gift for his lover, who he wants to win over. I don't often give you romantics, but this one is all yours Pookie." The bulb turned back to the customer, who was led forward by the scent. The petals parted, reveling a slimy, nectar filled tunnel, lined with thorns that could easily pass for teeth. With a smile on his face the customer started to climb in, so lost in ectasy he was.
Pookie, the plant, closed its petals around the snack, chewing on the customer. He never felt a thing as he was chewed up like a candy bar. For that was how the Amazonian Pleasure Pod worked: it used pheromones to draw in its prey, then it crunched them into absorbable peices using its thorns. Its red color came from feeding this way.
The body of the customer was still now, only the legs sticking out. The rest ha dbeen chewed apaprt and swallowed, and the legs followed soon after. The plant let out a burp as it finished its meal, eager for another.
It did not have a long wait, as a few minutes later a lovely lady came in, who was looking for her boyfriend. Well she was about to find him, Pookie thought, slowly blooming up a little violet.
"A violet?" The lady said. :Oh they are my favorite!"
The priestess chuckled. "Your lover picked it out just for you." She said. Indeed he probably did, after all his soul was in that flower.
"And what am I smelling? it is... so nice..." She said, her eyes fluttering, loving to the pod, the flower drooling nectar. Dinner was over.
It was time for dessert.
THE END?
The Plant
By MisterEbony -- Report
An older work, somewhat vore and somewhat tf, all unwillling. See what happens when someone tries to fidn the perfect gift for his girl... and gets scammed!
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