Lynx (hiatus)

You never knew why you weren't supposed to go into the greenhouse. Working at a flower shop you'd have thought that going into the greenhouse would've been a regular occurrence, but your boss had forbidden you from ever going in there. Only you. What did he have against you knowing about a major part of the business? Was it because he thought your 'delicate feminine constitution' couldn't handle the humidity? Preposterous.

Too bad you were the only person working today. Your boss had told you not to go into the greenhouse, only to take orders and sell what was in the shop, but after working all day you realized one of the orders for tomorrow morning needed a flower you were out of in the shop. And why bother following instructions when you could get your work done, go home for the night, and save some work for everyone?

You turned the lights on for the greenhouse, having seen too many horror movies to go into a dark room at night willingly. There didn't really seem to be anything special about this greenhouse. Humid as anything, but a standard greenhouse. The flower you needed shouldn't be hard to find, so you set to looking for it, making your way through until you spotted it.

When something brushed against your ankle you jumped and dropped the flowers you'd cut, but looking down you saw only leaves. It must just have been your mind playing tricks on you, being in a place you technically weren't supposed to be was freaking you out. Shaking your head, you bent to pick up the dropped flowers and something spanked your ass.

Okay, there was no way you were imagining that.

You squealed at the sting and stood back up. "What the fuck?" You mumbled and rubbed your backside. Looking around, you saw no one, had you bumped your butt against something? It was possible, the greenhouse was slightly cramped. Shaking your head again, you made your way toward the exit, determined to get out of this weird place.

As you were turned to leave you noticed a strange pink plant you couldn't identify protruding from the thick, lush, emerald green leaves. It was long, thick, and . . . throbbing?

Without thinking twice, you grabbed it. If there was a sick plant your boss would want to know right away. But when your hand wrapped around it you heard a distinct moan. Could it have been the pipes? No way, because when you moved your hand up the flora in question it leaked some sort of sticky liquid over your hand and you heard another moan.

Before you could snatch your hand away your wrists and ankles were bound by vines, holding you in place and pulling your legs apart. You opened your mouth to shout for help and it was immediately muffled by another vine. A being made themselves visible to you, green cuticle covering much of their body aside from the pine hued leaves curling out of the top of its head, the wide, jade green eyes, and pink . . . appendage you'd been squeezing.

"You finally came in here." The walking, moaning plant mumbled in your ear. You couldn't speak to voice anything to it thanks to the vine filling your mouth. "Now I get to keep you." It smiled, tiny little spots of pine green like freckles on its cheeks. "You'll fit lots." It touched your tummy. "It'll feel good, don't worry." It laughed cheerfully when it noticed your terrified expression. The vine in your mouth leaked down your throat and you had no choice but to swallow.

It made quick work of moving your shorts and panties out of the way, quickly rubbing its surprisingly warm fingers through your folds. You didn't feel scared anymore, if anything you were desperate for more, your pussy dripping over its fingers while it smiled at you again. The vine squirted into your throat again and this time you swallowed eagerly and began sucking hungrily, whining when it pulled away. "Please!" You mewled.

"See?" It laughed. "I told you it would feel good." The plant prodded your entrance with that pink appendage, slapping it against you a few times before shoving it into you while you moaned. It began thrusting quickly, its own moans nearly drowning out yours while its hips slapped into you.

After a little while it shuddered and you could feel something thick and squishy sliding into you from the appendage, then another and another and another. When the last thing slid into you it was enough for you to reach release, your body tensing and a string of swears spilling from your lips.

The plant placed its hand on your now more rounded tummy and smiled again, not bothering to pull out. "I can give you more if you want."