At first Princess wanted to tell her parents, but then she realized she didn't think her parents were home. Mother had been driven off by the chauffeur to do some personal study on the natural way of doing things and might not be home until very late. [It certainly was nice of the chauffeur not to demand overtime, tho she did wonder about his remark that much of it was undertime anyway.]
And Father had left with the police. Something about his use of flower therapy to empty hospitals being too successful. The sick had not just got up and walked out, they had run, as had 5 people confined to wheelchairs and 3 stiffs from the morgue. The bail bondsman of course was on speed dial, but Father might be gone for some time. No, she had to check herself.
Besides, she was really curious about what was in there.
Stepping inside, Princess found she had been right. The reporter had not left. She was right here in the lab, not having sex, several different ways, with a large mutated rose bush. Beauty knew about that one. Father had bragged about how he had ended the danger by making the thorns much bigger and thicker. Fairy godmother had loved it, but warned that Princess could still get a prick from it.
Father had added tentacles to the thorns so the plant could serve as a guard too, being able to grab any intruder. This may not have worked out well. At least Father had been very mad that time he left the lab with his clothes all torn after he said he was going to test it.
As the reporter wiggled madly, Princess had a thought. Could the reporter be having sex with the plant? She looked closer. The cage lock had been opened from the outside, using a key that was 20' away while the tentacles didn't seem to be more than 10'. Then the door had been opened in a way a plant could not manage. The reporter's clothing was carefully piled up outside the cage... Ah, that reminded her. That lab assistant she had seen arguing with Father had been holding her folded clothing in her arms when she had been insisting she had not been having sex with the plant, that she had been raped. So obviously the reporter was being raped too and this was not sex.
[Since rape was not sex, Princess deemed it one of the easier ways not to have sex. She could just say no to the boy and then they could have a lot of fun.]
Princess considered getting closer to the reporter, who looked very attractive. Maybe she could pick up some pointers on how not to have sex. Or maybe the plant had some free tentacles. It was using a whole lot on the reporter [In fact, it could be argued that the naked reporter was fully clothed, in tentacles.], but... However Princess then noticed the lab assistant[s], or the lack of them rather. She wasn't sure how many there were at the moment. The number did change fairly often. But one or more of them should be here, and maybe she should find out what had happened to her/them. The reporter certainly was not going anywhere... except over the top. [How was it possible for her to scream with joy when she had a mouthful of tentacles?] Or maybe take advantage of their absence to explore some more of the lab... There were several other experiments Father had mentioned...
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