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"RAY THRUST!" Colette shouts, throwing her chakram with precision at the Witch.
With a loud shriek, the witch falls to the ground, the last of her band of hired to fall in defeat. The Desians had been offering rewards for the Chosen's group, and plenty of mercenary bands consisting of humans and the occasional half-elf had been wandering the countryside searching for them. Despite not wanting to harm anyone, her goal to regenerate the world is supposed to save all the people, letting herself fall into harm and sacrafising everyone just isn't an option. So, our heroes fight on, despite the loss of life cause by their hands.
"Man... these guys are nothing compared to that assassin we fought earlier." Genis states to the group, trying to make up for his lack of courage.
"You said it Genis! But man.... how many people have the Desians hired to come after us? That's a lot of people." Lloyd questions in a common occurence of overlooking the obvious.
"The Desians probably didn't have to. They have Human Ranches all over the place, it is likely that the Desians have put up wanted posters in other towns like the one we saw in Triet." Kratos states gruffly in his typical matter-of-fact way.
"Yes. It is sad how many people our tempted by the offer of reward, even if it costs the world it's salvation." Raine declares sadly, having more experience with the weakness of peoples hearts than the younger members of the group.
Yea..." Colette and Lloyd agree in unison, feeling bad for having to defeat others in spite of their hearts weakness."
"We should keep moving, we still have a ways to go before we are are out, and the Ossa Trail can be perilous at night." Kratos announces, getting the group moving forward again.
They continue up the Ossa Trail quickly but quietly, still filled with sadness and tension at the tragic cycle of things. Despite their journey to save the world, there are still thoughs that would rather make profit than worry about the future of things. This trail of thought keeps them occupied and moving until they come to the top of height of the trail, the rest of the way downhill from here. Moving carefully, they begin their descent, avoiding the wandering monsters that inhabit the path. It isn't until about halfway down that they encounter another group of mercenaries.
"Hey, isn't that the wanted criminal, Lloyd Irving?" The Thief shouts to his commrades, an archer and a soldier.
"Yeah... it is him. That's the one those Desians are paying a heap for." The Archer exclaims, drawing his bow.
"Oh no... not again." Lloyd sighs, rolling his eyes even as he reaches for his swords.
"Get him!" The Soldier shouts, and the mercenaries rush towards the group.
"Here they come everyone!" Colette shouts, already holding her Chakrams as they rush to meet their opponents.
The mercenaries fight fiercely, despite the fact that they are outnumbered. The soldier and thief clash blades with Kratos and Lloyd, while Genis stays back to cast spells. Back just a bit toward the ledge is the archer, bow already aimed at Lloyd. Seeing this, Colette rushes in, hoping to stop him from getting of a clean shot.
"Stop!" She shouts, flying towards him on her translucent wings, causing the arrow to just barely miss hitting Lloyds shoulder.
Desite his failure, Colette keeps charging, and not having enough time to pull out another arrow before she reaches him, he let's out a weak kick at her knee, causing her to stumble back a bit, towards the edge. Using this opporitunity, he takes out another arrow, getting it ready to fire as Colette tries to regain her footing.
"Watch out Colette!" Raine shouts from the sidelines, seeing the archer prepare another bow.
It's to late though, and the archer has a clear shot, and Colette raises her head in time to see the arrow coming at her. As her klumsy luck would have it, she steps back and nearly falls back, causing the arrow to just barely miss hitting her in the chest. However, her balance is thrown off by the presence of her recently recieved wings, and she keeps on atummbling back, right to edge of the cliff.
"Colette, behind you, look out." Lloyd shouts as he gives the thief a Sonic Thrust that puts him out of commision.
"Chosen, no.... !" Kratos yells as he tries to rush to her aid in time.
There isn't enough time however, and with a scream of panic, she stumbles over the cliff, falling face up towards the surface below. As luck would have it, she falls right through a small gash in the rocks, and makes a cushioned landing on some flowers growing within the mine. Hazily rolling around, Colette tries to assess what just happened.
"Ohh... my head! Uhhh.... where am I?" She questions, shakily getting to her feel.
"Lloyd? Genis? Raine?" She shouts, looking around for the rest of her companions.
Suddenly, a girlish giggle is heard coming from behind her.
"Whaa... whose there?" She asks while turning around to see whose there.
"Oooh... pretty angel!" The giggly voice says in appraisal of the girl that fell into her den.
Standing just a hair shorter than Colette is a girl dressed all and green with a pale skin tone. Looking closer, the girl isn't just dressed in green but actually has green growing out of her, her hair consisting of leaves and a cute, pink flower poking out of the center of her head.
"Who... what are you?" Colette questions nervously, then looking around to partake her surroundings, "And where am I?"
The Mandragora just stares at her for a moment, her finger in her mouth and standing in a cute little pose, not understanding what she was just asked. Suddenly, an idea occurs to her as she examines the young girl standing before her.
"Angel..... food." She says playfully, taking a step forward.
"What... food... me? I'm not food!" Coleete states, stepping a bit back.
Her statement isn't very convincing though, and the plant girl drops her hands to the floor, send a wave of spiked vines out to wrap around Colette's legs.
"What? No!" Colette cries as the thorned tentacles wrap around her legs and waist, preventing her from escape.
"Meal no gettie away" The Mandragora says bubblie as she begins walking towards Colette.
"Please... wait. I'm not food." Colette states panicedly as she struggles against the vines.
The Mandragora just keeps approaching, a small drip of her nectar sweet drool escaping from around her finger at her mouth. Reaching the still squirming heroine, the girl leans forward to take a sniff of Colette, the lets out her stick, wet tongue to lick over Colette's cheek.
"Angel.... yum! Taste... great!" She states in her simple minded, girlish way as she put's her hand over Colettes shoulders, preparing to swallower her.
"Noo... please... I'm not food!" Colette yells desparingly as she shakes her head to get away from the girl.
"Ahhh.... time to die........ gest!" The flower girl giggles, a parady pf her typical battle cry.
Opening her mouth impossibly wide, she pulls Colette towards her maw, yellow sappy drool dripping from all over her mouth.
"Noooo.....! This can't be happening! Please let me wake up from this nightmare." She pleads to no avail as the warm, sweet scent of the monsters honey like breath washes across her face.
The Mandragora pulls Colette into her mouth, her sticky saliva dripping across her prey's face and hair as her tongue makes contact with the Chosen's face. Controlling the vines, they help push the squirming girl deeper into her mouth, her golden hair topped head brushing against the back of the flower girls throat.
"Mmmmmm!" The creature moans in satisfaction at the taste, her tongue coating Colette's face with ooze as she slide across it and towards her gullet.
Now grasping at Colette's hips, the Mandragora pulls her deeper into her mouth, Colette's head curving down and beginning to descend down the throat. The strong, undulating muscles soak Colette's skin with saliva as it works her down further into the plant monster. With a strong swallow, Colette is send flowing quickly down the Mandragora's float, her hair now soaked with honey like spit and her shoulders pushing open her predator's jaws.
"Mmmmphmmmphmmm!" Colette trys to speak, but her words are muffled by the tight walls of the girls esophogus.
Another suck, and Colette is pulled up to her waist, the tendrils retreating to let their mistress finish her job. Coating Colette's clothes in more of her spittle, she takes another strong gulp, her undulating throat pushing the chosen's head passed the tight sphincter of the throat and into the warm, sap filled stomach. The smell is sweet here, Colette realizes, as she can't see what's around her, though she can assume from proffesor Raine's class on digestion avout the contents of this stomach. Colette gasps as she feels those lips engulf her butt, soaking her pants with the sticky sweet substance that the Mandragora producers.
For the Mandragora, Colette's taste is heavenly, and as she pushes the girl up to her knees into her mouth, she feels Colette start to curl up within her rapidly expanding tummy. Tilting her head up, the flower child lets gravity work with her throat muscles, and Colette is sucked the rest of the way into her mouth, soon sinking deep into the sappy stomach.
"Angel good..... I... sleepy!" The Mandragora says as she sits back against her bed of flowers, her hand rubbing her buldging stomach contently as she falls asleep to let her stomach take care of digesting the Chosen's body.
Colette just can't seem to move much as her body is quickly coated in the monsters sticky, sweet smelling digestive juices. The feeling against her skin is odd, sticky like honey but just a bit stingy like when you bite into an orange and the juice drips past your lip. Citrus, she realizes, must be the acid this plant uses to digest it's meals. She sighs lazily at the disappointment at being the next failed chosen, and says a prayer that the 8th chosen of mana will have a more succuessful journey. With that, she closes her eyes and lets the stomach get to work, her clothes already patchy with holes as the citric acids digest her away.
The process isn't long or very painful, and soon Colette is a sweet puddle of goo barely distinguishable from the surrounding acids. It isn't to much later when the Mandragora wakes up, pulling down her little panties and letting out a warm stream of nectarine flavored urine, her bowels pushing out a goo similar to melange gel, only slightly sweeter.
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Epilogue*********************************************************************************************

It isn't until nightfall that Lloyd and his companions make camp in the very same cave Colette fell into, depressed at not finding Colette.
"Oh, what could have happened to her?" Lloyd grumbles sadly, upset at being so utterly helpless at finding her.
The others just look down in sadness, while Noishe whimpers as he finds something of intrest.
"What is it, Noishe?" Lloyd asks, frusturated at the nosy 'dog' that keeps getting into trouble.
He finds the sweet pile of gel that Noishe is sniffing and dips his finger in it?
"What is this?" He asks curiously, sniffing the sweet smelling stuff before putting it in his mouth.
"Hey, this stuff is pretty good!" He exclaims to himself, picking up the rest of it to show the others.
"It's probably just melange gel, go ahead and have it." Kratos comments.
Lloyd does just that, eating the sweet gel and savoring it like a delicasy. He likes it so much, he licks it off his gloved hand. Although he doesn't understand why, for some reason, the taste reminds him of Colette.
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THE END
Written By Bradley Repko
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