Feeding the Flytrap
 
 Incomplete, Work-in-Progress
 
 Five girls decide to feed a bit of themselves to a Venus Flytrap for a group project. This is probably a poor decision.
 
 Q-Knife, Soft Amputation, Clitorectomy, Partial Vore, Plant Vore
 
 "So, what do you girls think we should do for our experiment?"
 
 All five of the other girls in Jessica's lab group just looked at her blankly, as if she were speaking a foreign language, possibly Martian.
 
 "Oh, come on.." the girl sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I've already agreed to be the one to write up the report. I can't do everything for you!"
 
 "Why, oh, why did I have to be assigned to the group made up of all the dumbest, ditzy-est bimbos in my class?" Jessica thought to herself, as the other girls looked around at each other, clearly stumped, then back to Jessica once again.
 
 "Okay, that's a little unfair.." she continued thinking, as she shook her head at her groupmates, disappointed. "They're not really THAT dumb. They just have absolutely no interest in research, or any sort of science at all. Damn general education requirements!"
 
 "Look, it's not our fault we got stuck with a stupid subject." Amber suddenly protested, pouting a little. "I mean, just look at what the next group over got assigned. They get to do daisies!"
 
 "Well, it was just random chance.." Jessica began, before the normally bubbly, but now rather put-out, willowy blonde cheerleader cut her off.
 
 "Daisies! They get to do their report on pretty flowers, while we're stuck with.." Amber continued, her tone disgusted, as she pointed accusingly at the small potted plant sitting on the table between them all. "..that THING."
 
 All the girls looked down at the plant that was to be the subject of their research report. On first sight, it appeared to be an unassuming, and rather bland, non-flowering houseplant. Closer inspection, however, revealed that it was actually..
 
 "Look, Venus Flytraps are actually pretty intesting." Jessica said, rallying in defense of their randomly assigned subject. "I mean, it's actually carnivorous! It eats bugs! How cool is that?"
 
 "Nothing that eats BUGS.." Amber stated firmly, with a small, contemptuous curl of her full, glitter-glossed lips. "..is anything close to cool. Or particularly interesting."
 
 The other girls all nodded in agreement, much to Jessica's frustration.
 
 "Well, it doesn't matter whether you think it's an interesting plant or not, because we still have to do our report on it." she replied, heatedly. "So, one of you better think up a topic about it for us to research, or we're all going to fail the assignment!"
 
 Amber sighed heavily, then leaned forward and propped her chin up on her hand and elbow, and regarded the flytrap unhappily. The other girls joined her. Their pretty, perplexed frowns as they looked at the stoic little plant would have been amusing to Jessica, if her own grade hadn't also been on the line.
 
 "Look, it doesn't have to be anything spectacular.." Jessica said, after a few minutes of head scratching and fidgeting had passed. "We just need SOMETHING to research about our plant. Anything!"
 
 Bridget, the quiet one, shifted a little in her chair, before she raised her eyes from the plant and, hesitantly, opened her mouth to speak.
 
 "Ah.. This may seem a little silly, I guess.." she began, her face flushing a little in embarrassment. "But, I always kind of wondered something about these plants.."
 
 "Yes?" Jessica prompted, hopefully.
 
 "Well.. if you, like, stuck your fingertip into one of the little.. little mouths, and left it there for awhile.." the girl continued. "..do you think it would.. uh.. actually be able to eat or.. um.. digest it?"
 
 The girls all looked at Bridget for a moment, then Amber snorted in amused derision.
 
 "Gross." she said, simply.
 
 "Hey, that's not a bad question." Jessica defended, even as Bridget's flush grew a little more crimson. "And we have to research SOMETHING. Do you have a better idea?"
 
 Amber merely sighed again, then crossed her arms and turned her head away from the group. She seemed to be looking, rather longingly, at the pot of daisies sitting on the next table over.
 
 "But, how would we even research a question like that?" Stacy, another cheerleader, and easily the smallest member of the group, asked. "I mean, it isn't like we have the time to leave our pinkies inside the thing for a week or so to test it out. We do have other classes, after all."
 
 "And cheer practice." Laura interjected. "We have to be able to test something for our report, right? How could we test Bridget's idea?"
 
 "Well.." Jessica mused, stroking a finger across her chin in thought. "I think we probably can manage an experiment of some sort, if you girls were willing to take a little risk."
 
 "What? How?"
 
 "I think I remember seeing an old Q-knife in the supply closet." Jessica explained. "We could use that to detach something small and unimportant from each of you girls. Something you wouldn't miss for a few days, like a pinky finger tip. Then, we could drop them into each of the flytrap's.. um.. mouths, and see if it can digest them."
 
 The girls all glanced around at each other again, looking uneasy at the idea.
 
 "Wouldn't.. wouldn't that be a bit dangerous?" Laura asked, as she eyed the carnivorous plant between them. "Do you think it could actually do it?"
 
 "Honestly, I really doubt it." Jessica replied, her tone matter-of-fact.
 
 "But, I don't know that for sure." she continued. "That's what the experiment is for, after all. To find out if it could."
 
 "This.. this is so dumb.." Amber said, shaking her head disbelivingly. "..and weird."
 
 "Have you got another idea, then?" piped up Chloe, who hadn't said anything yet.
 
 "..No." Amber admitted, grudgingly.
 
 "I have't been able to think of one either." Chloe admitted. "Bridget's the only one who has had an idea. I think we'd better go with it, or we're not going to have anything at all!"
 
 "Ugh, fine." Amber said, defeated.
 
 "Great, that's settled." Jessica "I'll go get that Q-knife. Be back in a moment."
 
 Jessica got up, then returned less than a minute later, holding an old, weathered looking knife carefully by the handle.
 
 "Jeez, that thing IS ancient." Stacy said, as she watched Jessica wipe a little dust off the implement. "Do you think it even works, still?"
 
 "Well, I suppose there's only one way to find out.." Jessica replied, as she raised the knife above her own wrist, as the other girls looked on, surprised.
 
 She then promptly grabbed Amber's arm with her free hand, and used her grip to hold the astonished girl's arm still as she brought the knife down firmly across her wrist.
 
 "Hey!" yelped Amber, as the blade passed effortlessly through both the flesh and bone of her arm.
 
 She jerked her arm out of Jessica's grasp, but too late. Her hand stayed where it was, even as her arm retracted.
 
 Amber's hand may have stayed were it was, but it did not remain immobile. The girl's detached hand clenched and flexed against the table top, exactly as it would have if it handn't just been cut off.
 
 The group, except for Amber, all burst out into giggles at the sight.
 
 "Oh, ha, ha, ha." Amber said, as she glared around at the rest of the group, clearly annoyed at their amusement at her expense.
 
 "Well, I guess it works!" Laura said, still snickering, as Amber grabbed her hand and held it back up to the stump of her wrist, reattaching the appendage after only a few moments of contact. "So, what should we detach to use in the experiment? A pinky finger tip?"
 
 "No way!" objected both Stacy and Amber.
 
 "I need all my fingertips!" Stacy said. "I've got a piano recital Wednesday evening."
 
 "Going around with a short finger would be way to obvious." Amber added. "It needs to be something no one else will notice."
 
 "Pinky toe, then?" asked Laura.
 
 "I go to ballet practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I need all my toes." Bridget said, echoing Stacy. "I also agree with Amber. Whatever it is needs to be not normally visible. It'd be really embarrassing to walk around for a week or two missing part of a finger, or an earlobe, or whatever."
 
 "Well, what have we all got that we wouldn't mind going without for a few days, and that isn't in an obvious location?" Laura asked, looking around at the other girls.
 
 "What about.." Chloe began, before trailing off. "..no, that's stupid."
 
 "What?" the rest of the group prompted, curiously.
 
 "Well.." the girl, drawing out her response and flushing slightly. "How about.. our clits?"
 
 The group was silent for a moment, as they all took in Chloe's suggestion, looking a bit shocked at the idea.
 
 "You're right." Amber said, dryly, after another moment. "That IS stupid."
 
 "Well, what else have we got?" Chloe asked, her tone reasonable even as her blush deepened.
 
 "You can give your little clitty to the plant, if you want, but I'm not letting mine anywhere near that thing." Amber stated, firmly. "I'd do a fingertip before I'd do that."
 
 "Well, whatever you decide, it all has to be the same thing." Jessica interjected. "Different body parts might not be as easy for the Flytrap to.. um.. digest. I can see a fingertip being much tougher, much more resiliant than an earlobe, or a clit, would be."
 
 "If they're not all the same part, the results would be invalid." she finished.
 
 "Well, if we're going for something that noone else is going to notice, then our clits actually are a good choice." Stacy said, wryly. "I mean, it isn't like most of the boys are likely to notice, are they?"
 
 "God, isn't that the truth." Laura responded, sighing heavily. "Lets take a vote, then. I vote we just do it. Like Jessica said, we have to do SOMETHING, so this may as well be it. Stacy?"
 
 "Yes."
 
 "Bridget?"
 
 "I can't think of anything else, so I suppose it has to be our clits."
 
 "Chloe? It was your idea, so I assume you want to do it, as well?" Laura asked.
 
 The girl just nodded, her flush creeping a little wider.
 
 "Amber?"
 
 "Urghh.. This is so dumb.." the girl groaned in reply, before relenting. "God, fine! Let's just get this stupid project started, so it can be over with that much sooner!"
 
 "Jessica?" Laura asked, looking to the last girl of the group.
 
 "Hey, it doesn't make any difference to me." Jessica replied. "You're the ones who're going to have to go without your clits, not me."
 
 "Hey!" Amber objected. "You have to do it too, don't you? That's not fair, if you don't!"
 
 "I.." Jessica replied, raising her chin and adopting a lofty tone. "..am the one writing the report up, remember? I'm already doing my part."
 
 "Besides.." she continued a moment later, looking back down at the plant. "There's only five flytraps open on the plant right now. There wouldn't be room for mine, anyway."
 
 "..Fine." Amber puffed out, after staring at the other girl for a few seconds.
 
 "We could trade, if you wanted." Jessica said, smirking slyly. "You could write up the report.."
 
 "No, no." Amber answered, hastily. "I'd rather you wrote it all up!"
 
 Jessica grinned. She had known that there was very little chance of the other girl taking her up on her offer. Amber and writing went together like tires and nails: one tended to deflate the other rather quickly.
 
 "Well, then. How should we do this?" Laura asked. "Should.. should we all go to the restrooms, and.. uh.. do it there?"
 
 "I don't think we need to do that." Jessica replied, easily. "It'll be quicker and easier if I just crawl under the table and nip off all your clits here."
 
 "I don't think anyone else will notice." she explained, at the worried looks she got from several of the girls. "Everyone else is pretty busy with their own projects, and it'll only take a few moments."
 
 "I suppose.." Stacy said, slowly, as she looked warily around the room. "Um, should we take our bottoms off, or..?"
 
 "Nah, just pull your skirts and panties down a little and spread your legs out some." Jessica said, as she pushed her chair back and began climbing under the table. "I shouldn't have any trouble."
 
 She took the old knife with her.
 
 Stacy, who was sitting at the oval table directly to the right of Jessica, was first.
 
 "Angle your hips out some more." Jessica whispered from beneath the table. "And pull your panties down a but further.. There, that's good. Hold still."
 
 Stacy squirmed a bit at the light touch of the other girl, and inhaled sharply when she felt slim, strange fingers part her bared sex and tug up the hood covering, and protecting, her sensitive little clit.
 
 "L-let me know when you're going to.. Eep!" Stacy started to say, before giving a squeak of surprise and jumping a little in her seat.
 
 "Got it." Jessica said. "Moving on to the next one."
 
 "Did it.. did it hurt, at all?" Bridget asked, sounding a little worried as she eyed Stacy.
 
 "N-no." Stacy replied, obviously a little distracted. "Not really. Just a small pinch. It totally feels strange now, though!"
 
 Laura, who was sitting on Stacy's right, managed not to squeak when Jessica detached her clit, but she still inhaled sharply and shivered.
 
 "Oh, you're right." she agreed. "I can still feel everything, even though it isn't connected anymore.. That's so weird."
 
 "Ah!" Bridget exclaimed, as her turn came, and her clit was excised. "Oh, it's kinda cold, isn't it?"
 
 "Well, clits are used to being nice and snuggly warm, I suppose." Laura said. "Now they're out on their own, so of course it feels a bit chilly.."
 
 "Amber, you're pierced?" asked Jessica, from under the table, as she moved on to the next girl.
 
 "Yeah. S-so what?" Amber said, blushing a bit, even as she felt warm fingertips tug on the bar piercing her most sentitive flesh. "Take it easy down there, please!"
 
 "Well, I've got to get all of it." came Jessica's muffled reply. "Quit squirming around, jeez.."
 
 "Wow, you've got a clit piercing, Amber?" Laura asked, her eyes wide. "Didn't that hurt?"
 
 "Like crazy." Amber replied, even as she winced a little as Jessica cut the appendage in question off. "But it was totally worth it, though. It took awhile to heal, but I'm way more sensitive now. It takes hardly anything to make me come. It's great."
 
 "You're up, Chloe." said Jessica, from under the table. "Last one."
 
 "Be.. Be sure to get all of mine, too." Chloe said, her face still curiously flushed, even as she wiggled a bit in her chair to pull down her skirt.
 
 "No panties?" Jessica asked, laughing a little. "Chloe, you naughty girl..!"
 
 Chloe didn't say anything, but let out a small, breathy sigh when she felt her clit come free from the rest of her womanhood.
 
 "There we go." Jessica said, after she had climbed out from under the table and sat herself down at the table again.
 
 She casually tipped over her cupped palm and dropped five little buds of pink flesh onto the surface of the table.
 
 "Five clits, ready to feed the Flytrap."
 
 Jessica - Group leader, brainy
 
 Amber - Cheerleader, tall, blonde, bimbo
 
 Bridget - Quiet
 
 Stacy - Cheerleader, short, perky
 
 Laura - reasonable
 
 Chloe - secretly excited by the idea