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When you had found the thing, you had no idea it would lead to such a gruesome turn of events. Five months ago, it had merely been a small sprout, a simple plant in a simple pot. Pretty pink and white flowery leaves, a green fly trap like pod adorning it’s center. Perched on your bedroom table in front of a window to get sunlight. The thing seemed to be moody, though. Wilting at random; you believed maybe it wasn’t getting the right treatment. But a small change in soil or positioning and the plant would end up back to stable condition within the hour. No growth though. Not a new leaf. No buds for flowers. Nothing.
You had tried everything possible. Truth be told, you weren’t a flowery type of person despite working in a floral shop (you were mainly there for secretary work.) The research you did to help care for this odd little pod barely made sense to you. But if your books told you to try something, you would. To the point where you sang to the damn thing; despite how silly it made you feel. It all culminated to one evening alone. Your job had worn you out, running you ragged with paperwork and phone calls. By the time you arrived home, you hadn’t even noticed the plant moving. Seemingly following your movements as you crossed your bedroom and kicked off your heels.
You hadn’t meant to do it, but of course your clumsy self could never be careful enough. While you took out your hairpins and clips, setting them aside, you had reached into your side table drawer to retrieve a comb when a stray needle pricked your finger. Perhaps you shouldn’t have stored your pincushion in the drawer. Or maybe you could’ve taken better care to put all the needles back in place after stitching something up. Whatever it was, you bled. A small drop merely on the tip of your finger. But still, it was enough.
As you stood with a groan, glaring at your own hands in frustration and annoyance, the sound of suckling hit your ears. It sounded like it was in your room, which was weird enough. But upon a quick sweep of the area, you took note of your plant. Sitting in the window almost reaching for you. Smacking it’s lips? Stepping closer only made it reach out more, it’s stem stretching like a neck as it stuck out some sort of pink and flowery appendage. A tongue?
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
When you first learned of the plants taste of human blood, it was odd and perhaps some part of you believed this wasn’t real. But as time passed, it got bigger. And bigger. More than you were able to accommodate in your small room. So, you decided it was time to introduce the monster of a vegetable to your boss. Perhaps he could find space for it? After all, maybe contributing to the shop with a new plant would get you a raise or some kind of promotion. Possibly bring in more money?
You had to Get someone’s help to carry in the plant, begrudgingly asking a coworker to help bring it in and set it in the corner. It wasn’t tall, but it sure was heavy. Weighing in at a heft forty five pounds when you finally introduced it into your work life. The fact you had to feed it blood should’ve prevented this; should have kept you from keeping the pod all together. But for some reason it got to this size off of you. Off of your blood. And something about that made you want to see how far it would go. Your boss had ecstatically welcomed it into the shop and your coworkers had been just as intrigued as any customer that entered. So what was the harm..?
That was all over the course of five months. Now you sat alone, staring at paperwork at the main counter of the shop. The curtains were drawn, the doors were locked. Everyone else had left. Everyone who wasn’t already served up on a platter to your plant anyway. It’s leaves rustled, a telltale sign that it was either going to pretend to wither, or talk. One way or another, this creature was wanting your attention. You signed your name on the bottom line of your paper, pulling a hand through your hair as you glanced over to the monumental beast in the corner of the room. It’s pod nearly touching the ceiling of your ten foot tall shop. The vines that covered the floor shifted here and there as one slithered atop the counter and tapped twice to make sure you were focused on the plant. Entirely on the plant.
“Twoey, don’t do this. Not tonight.” You huffed out your words, blinking tiredly at the creature as it tilted its leafy head down to stare at you. It didn’t need to have eyes for you to feel it’s gaze. “I just fed you two days ago..can’t you hold on a little longer..?” The whole ordeal wasn’t exactly safe; killing people would eventually catch up to you. Especially if it was frequent. The killing wasn’t entirely an issue for you. Some sick twisted part of you felt relief ending the lives of people who wronged you. But it was still draining. Mentally taxing.
“C’mon, you can’t be gettin’ cold feet now.” The plant grumbled out, it’s pod leaning forward as the large leaves adorning the base of its stem seemed to almost wave at you to keep your attention. “I’m starvin’ baby; don’t make me beg.” You stood from your chair, setting your pen down and stepping around the counter to be in front of the vines of your beastly fly trap. “I don’t even have anyone in mind right now..just give me a couple more days. I’ll make sure it’s a good meal.” You hoped it would take your offer. The last thing you needed was this monster snatching up a random customer; or possibly you.
It hummed, seeming to think it over as it’s vines shifted and gently ran up and down your calf. “I guess..” you let out a breath of relief, “but I’ll be needin’ somethin’ to tide me off till then.” The words hung in the air, the pod grinning as its vines delicately traced up to your knees. You bit your inner cheek. Not sure what the hell that meant. The possibilities that flooded your mind weren’t exactly healthy thoughts. You shook your head, glancing down at the vines before stepping away to grab a chair and a pair of pruning sheers. “Fine.”
You could feel it watching your every move. The sound of leaves shifting and vines moving were the only thing you heard as you placed the chair down where you had stood a few feet away from the plant. You sat, crossing your legs and sucking in a breath through your teeth before swiping the blade across your palm. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to immediately draw blood. Watching as it pooled and dripped off your hand to the floor. You shakily exhaled and dropped the sheers to the floor before merely holding out your palm, staring at Twoey intently.
No words had to be spoken and you couldn’t tell what emotions, if any, stirred within this fly trap, but it seemed cautious as it’s stem bent and it’s pod lowered to your extended palm. Vines running up the back of your chair to rest on your shoulders. It didn’t bite down and take your hand off. It didn’t lunge and swallow you whole like it did your boss. It merely stilled for a moment. It’s lips parting for its thick wet tongue to loll out and press into your hand. It dwarfed your palm. In fact it would’ve been easier to simply stick your hand in its mouth and let it suck like a baby. However the mental image of this pod carefully lapping at your wound while it’s vines rubbed circles into your shoulders made your nerves light up like sparklers.
It was indecent and unhealthy. Unsafe. Unethical. However the sweet aroma of its flowering vines and slick tongue all made your core throb. You had to bite your lip, stifling a sound from escaping your throat as the beast ate. You sat there for a good two minutes before the feeling of slick between your legs snapped you out of your thoughts. “Okay! Okay that’s enough.” You had to focus to not trip on your words, using your free hand to gently push the pod away; which it actually allowed you to do. The vines on your shoulder didn’t move though. You stared at your palm, gulping down your anxiety and lust as you pushed yourself to your feet and headed to the desk to retrieve the gauze you kept on standby.
Not a word from your plant. Not a sound. It wasn’t obviously unhappy with you. Nor was it demanding more even though you knew for a fact it needed much more to sustain itself properly. “I need to head home for the night..I have to-“
“You don’t have to lie.”
You stumbled in place, nearly dropping the gauze after wrapping your palm. “Excuse me?” The tone of its voice wasn’t one of frustration or upset. It seemed amused. Why, you weren’t entirely sure. The plant reeled back, patting the chair with a vine as it used its large rear leaves to block the windows, despite the fact the blinds were drawn. “I can smell it. You know that, right?”
“Smell..smell it?” You choked almost, face beat red as you mentally scolded yourself. You should’ve had better damn control of the horny thoughts in your head. Should have know it would somehow smell how damn wet you were. Maybe it wasn’t talking about that? Maybe it was something else?? You hoped it just meant the blood. “Sit.” It wasn’t a question it was a demand. One that your dumbass listened to as you plopped back into the chair and tightly crossed your legs once more. Muscles tense and knuckles white as you clutched your skirt.
The plant draped a vine over your lap, curled gently at the hem of your skirt and giving an experimental tug. It’s pod leaning back down to you so you wouldn’t have to crane your neck as much to look at it. “The smell comes back when you’re bringin’ me food. I thought it was the meals. Now, I know it’s you.” You whined as it’s lips curled into a smirk. Those dangerous teeth on full view and the sickly sweet scent of its mouth hitting you in the face. “I want to know what it is.” You stammered, unable to think through a sentence properly as your skirt slid up your legs. A growl ripping through the plant as it’s vines pushed up your thighs and snagged the waistband of your pantyhose.
It took a split second of arguing with yourself before you pushed against it’s vines. Not putting up much of a fight but at least trying. “You’re just smelling the blood from my hand. Now stop it you weed.” You hoped it would buy your excuse. But another part of you.. wanted it to keep going. Which it did. Ignoring your lie and merely pulling the stockings down your legs to where they crossed. “Twoey!” You snapped half heartedly, trying to tug the garment back up.
The creature didn’t budge, holding the stockings there before it’s pod dipped down and it’s lips pressed into the crease of your lap. You could hear it sniff you, even though it didn’t need to breathe, nor did it have nostrils. Your body heating up at the feeling of this massive monster filling your lap and pinning you to the chair. Your hands let go of the stockings as you delicately pushed on the pod. Wanting to at least keep it from shoving your head too far back. When it finally pulled back and your hands slipped from it, those teeth were in your face. A cheeky smile plastered across its non existent face. “I’m still hungry..”
The fear that shot through you mingled with your arousal. A gasp leaping out of you as vines wrapped tightly around your legs and torso, hoisting you into the air. It easily pushed your skirt up to your waist, licking its lips as a vine snapped your panties against your hip. “Look at you..served up so nicely for me.” You began to hyperventilate. Chest heaving in panicked breaths as you struggled against the grip on your body. This was how you would die. Fed to the monster you grew and all while you let your horny mind run wild. Hopefully it would be quick..painless.
The embrace of death didn’t envelope you, but the feeling of a wet appendage running up your leg sure did. Warm and slick. It caused a shudder to rack through you as a deep growl emanated from the plant. “You were hidin’ this from me all along.” It’s vines ripped your panties down, cold air hitting your core like a freight train as it inspected you. “I wonder how you taste.” You whined, feeling your legs get spread to a burning extent as the pod pushed itself between them, the feeling of its cool surface eventually firmly pressed against the back of your thighs as they rested almost on top of it.
Your body jolted when it’s tongue lapped against your cunt. Covering you entirely and squishing against your spread legs as it licked a thick stripe. Humming deeply at the taste. You moaned out, thoughts running wild with possibilities. Why was this so good? Twoey was a giant fucking plant. It wasn’t supposed to even be sentient, but for all you knew this could’ve been all an elaborate dream. Yeah. A dream. If it was a dream then why worry about death? Why worry about anything? You wanted to believe this was some hardcore wet dream but it all felt so real as the plant tasted your pussy.
It hadn’t restrained your arms. Maybe it didn’t see a reason? You were grateful for that as you reached out and simply rested a hand atop the plant. The surface thrumming with energy. It seemed to respond to the touch though and growled against you, nuzzling deeper and dipping the tip of its tongue inside for a taste. Exploring you as best it could. The vibrations shot through you, electrifying your nerves as the pleasure built in your gut. Twisting and tightening at the plants actions. “Oh..oh- god damn..” your words stuttered as a vine ran up your shoulder blades and wrapped around your neck. The hold was gentle, which surprised you. It shouldn’t be gentle. This thing should not be gentle with you. Not if this would end in your demise.
“Oh g-god!” It felt unreal. The slick wet tongue against you. The sweet aroma only got stronger as you got closer to your end. You doubted it knew what you meant but it wasn’t stopping so you hoped it got the idea. It’s tongue stilled, simply adding pressure to your cunt as it’s grip against your hips lessened. It let you loose and you took full advantage, grinding down against the flowery tongue and moaning like a slut all the while. Your hands stayed in their place against its pod, hips moving roughly as you chased that high. A loud string of panting moans falling from you as you tipped your head back an gasped out its name. The one you had given it anyway. The knot in your stomach snapped finally, pussy gushing against the plants mouth as it grumbled in approval. The sound purely music to your ears as your mind fogged on cloud nine.
It seemed like Twoey was more patient than you previously thought, it’s tongue stayed against your body as you rode out the orgasm. Maybe it was just wanting to give you one last mercy. You snapped back to reality when it finally moved. Your aching legs being delicately held up by vines and hand dropping from its pod as the beast lapped at you slowly. Slurping up the sweet nectar dripping from you. Your heart rate skyrocketed again, eyes wide when the realization hit you. This wasn’t a dream. You couldn’t lie to yourself. And now? Fuck, you had no clue what would happen. “T..Twoey…”
The plant hummed in thought, licking its lips clean of any remnants of your essence as it pulled you upright to look at it. That grin still plastered in place. “I knew you’d taste sweet.” You sharply inhaled, eyes wide and face red as you gently pressed into the vines at your waist. Finally gaining the courage to speak up and make your thoughts known. “P-Put me down or eat me, you overgrown vegetable.” Followed by a soft “please.”
It found amusement in your words, lowering you to the ground delicately and going as far as to fix your skirt for you. “You don’t really have to leave tonight, do ya doll?” It cooed, pressing its pod down to be almost eye level with you. It all seemed unreal. Why did it care? It just tongue fucked you and now it wants to keep you here overnight? For what. Cuddles?? You sighed, shaking your head as you steadied yourself on wobbly legs. “I need to get home.. but tomorrows Saturday and we’re closed. I’ll need to come in to check on everything else in here and restock the display window.” You tilted your head, pressing your non bandaged hand against its pod and cracking a small smile.
“I suppose that’s fine.” It huffed out, vines scooting you closer as they snaked around the small of your back so your body pressed into its form. “You owe me dinner.” You snickered, rubbing against its surface and listening to the leaves of it rustle in response. “Was all this to get food faster?” You knew it was the answer but a part of you was fine with that. Being bribed with sex to murder someone. Totally fine. No big deal. The plant nodded too, that cheeky smile ever present as it seemed to look at you closely. “Absolutely.”
You managed to step away from Twoey, pushing yourself past the vines despite the plants insistence that you stay. You gathered your things and fixed your skirt one more time. Making sure it wasn’t noticeable to everyone in the real world that you just got your shit rocked by an oversized cabbage. You flashed a small smile at the plant over your shoulder, pulling your purse up and cracking the door open. “Goodnight Twoey.”
With that, you left, hearing the creature behind you give a small “night doll” before the door clicked shut and you made your way home on unsteady legs. Hoping silently to yourself that this wasn’t a one time thing.