Serah was in a good mood despite being on day guard shift at Genkysou’s newly planted Gourdplant farm on the outskirts of the village. The sun was high, and sweat dripped from her brow She passed the time by musing over the stupid sluts being digested alive by the carnivorous plants today. Each one was a criminal by the laws of her village. She didn’t know what they had done to deserve their place in their fleshy acid sacks, but she did know that they wouldn’t be doing it ever again. Their sacrifices would ensure that the rest of the village would remain well fed.

The face of a nearby girl caught her attention. Every now and then on duty, she spied someone she knew getting digested in a plant. The girl’s red dyed hair looked very familiar. Serah studied the contorted face carefully. Bulging tongue and eyes rolled back in pain, it was hard to recognise… but she was sure it was her neighbor’s daughter from down the hall in the City Guard barracks.. what was her name again. Victoria? Veronica? Vicky? Serah couldn’t remember, not that it really mattered. She’d seemed like such a good girl the few times Serah had run into her on the way to guard duty; always helping her mother with her errands. Now she was squirming and mewling pathetically as the plant softened her skin and flesh to the consistency of runny toffee. It just went to show that you never could tell who were delinquents, unintelligent bums, spinsters, perverts or slackers by appearance alone. And there was the mother in the pod beside her, squealing like a pig too. She wondered what crime they had committed to end up here.

Serah planted her spear firmly in the ground, using it to steady her pose. It was hard to maintain the correct posture in the oppressive summer heat. All she had to do was get through the rest of the afternoon shift, and then she could knock off when the evening rotation relieved her of duty. Then she could head on over to the Screaming Virgin Tavern where she could put away a few Gourdplant meads, and work on trying to find a harem to join. Her own mother had been on her case about settling down and breeding ever since Serah had failed the interviews she’d set up with her friend’s husband. The city guard fumed remembering the unfairness of it all. It wasn’t her fault that men didn't appreciate titties as small as hers.

Serah glanced down at her small breasts self consciously. Why couldn’t she have real breasts instead of these underdeveloped mosquito bites? She desperately wanted to get mounted and bred by a handsome stud as soon as she could. It was after all, every decent girl’s obligation to society to birth as many children as possible. Those that shirked that responsibility ended up as snuff slaves.. Some even ended up here as plant food. Serah wasn’t keen on the idea of joining the masses of dishonored bitches getting painfully converted into plant shit. These itty bitty breasts of hers couldn’t attract any men at all - they all wanted decent sized boobs so their children could get a proper meal.

There was a gurgling noise, and the redhead spasmed weakly inside the green pod. Serah patted the young woman on the head with something approaching fondness or cruelty. The nutrients being extracted from her worthless big tittied body would make for a bountiful harvest for sure. A couple more days of getting bathed in, and pumped full of acid would be ahead of her before she finally expired.

Serah returned to her duty, scanning the farm for food thieves. If she managed to catch one, she’d get bonus pay, and the thief would get chucked into the nearest available Gourdplant. But there was no activity to be seen. Serah yawned.. she’d stayed up too late again masturbating to fantasies of being fucked for once in her short life. What she wouldn’t give to be lounging on soft cushions in the harem quarter right now, being railed from behind by a stiff cock by a man who could ignore her pathetically small titties. She let the pleasant thought distract herself from the boring mundanity of guard work and grow into a daydream.

In a corner covered in vines, where the contractors hadn’t paid much attention to the positioning of the fencing logs, there was a dark four legged figure slinking through a gap in the fenceline. Up through the bushes, stalked a fearsome Suckercougar. Its slitted golden eyes already locked onto its next meal. It emerged silently from the bushes behind Serah. The poor horny guardswoman was so enraptured by her own imagination, that she never even saw it coming until she felt the paws bite into her skin. Serah was too busy enjoying a hedonistic sex-fantasy where she was being impregnated by a homely male in front of a row of all her enemies who had been converted into snuff slaves, and were being executed for her viewing pleasure.
She was rudely awakened from her dopiness by the pouncing Suckercougar.

Her training kicked in and she spun around like lightning, trying to fight it off with her spear… but as talented as she was with the spear, it was already too late, strong feline muscles batted away her feeble attempts to defend herself.
Serah was just prey now.

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