Watching her struggling sister disappear into the distance frightened Wendy. She was worried that she might never see her again. “SARAAA!!!” she bellowed at the top of her lungs. She twisted her body as best she could in a desperate effort to see where she was taken, but she lost sight of her.
“Please bring her back” Wendy begged, not even realizing the silliness of talking to a flower. She’d noticed that many of these huge flowers had strange color combinations. It had a gold eye and a purple bloom. Wendy didn’t much understand ---What was it? Oh, yeah ‘bootny’--- What she did understand, especially after she went from training bra to 36DD in a year and a half, was sex. Now maybe they were about to get eaten, but she didn’t think so.
Goldeneye was one of the oldest Chlorophyllians, hundreds of seasons old. The thing it did not understand was the youngest generation. They had become strangely curious about the creatures that were brought down to Chlorophyllia to be used as pollinators. Goldeneye’s own fourth generation descendant was one of the first, insisting it was mere scientific study. Now, a mere two generations later, the ancient one watched with loathing as one of its own bedmates spent way too much time fiddling with the other new arrival. Pollination was a simple thing, like breathing. And a waste of time, mostly.
“Err…hi there” said Wendy, when the huge eye locked on her. “Look, I’m really fragile. I don’t quite know what you want, but please be gentle with me” She didn’t know where that came from. But somehow the eye seemed to be intelligent. The leaves moved her around under the giant eye’s gaze obviously looking for something. Since she was completely naked, Wendy couldn’t imagine it trying to steal anything.
Goldeneye had never seen one like this creature. It was confusing with multiple entry points. Given the way it walked, Goldeneye knew which end was the top and which was the bottom. Several leaves scratched the bloom unknowingly as the Chlorophyllian tried to puzzle out what to do. Three holes, near the bottom, all seemed to lead to the same place.
“What are you doing?” Wendy asked fearfully. She felt somewhat comfortable being cradled in the leaves that held her, but now another one wrapped tightly around her shin and the others dropped her. Terror filled her! All she could do was scream!! “YEEEAHHHHH!!! OOOOFFFF!!!” But her leg was firmly held. Fear turned to fury when she didn’t fall “YOU FUCKING MONSTER!! She yelled “IF YOU WERE NORMAL SIZED I COULD STEP ON YOU!!!” She hung there helplessly. Her arms flailed around uselessly. She stopped yelling and squeaked in shock when a leaf invaded her belly button.
Goldeneye probed the hole in the front of the tiny creature. Its motions were that of something in pain. Goldeneye withdrew the exploring leaf. There was a strange red substance on the tip, just a small drop, but enough to analyze. The Chlorophyllian concluded that was the wrong hole for pollinating. And by connection, the other holes were, too. Time to try something else.
Being stabbed by that leaf hurt, but the pain faded quickly. Wendy’s bleeding was also brief. Again, the giant flower changed its grip. This time several leaves wrapped around her. Wendy found it very confining. Worse than being in a straight jacket. She was upright and her body was surrounded from ankles to neck. Her arms were pinned to her sides. Her struggles were completely useless. “LEMME GO YOU STUPID DAISY!!” she screamed. She yelled it again, even louder.
Goldeneye noted the struggles with interest ‘Should result in at least one excellent offspring’ it decided. Goldeneye decided, after close inspection that it must be the hole making all the odd movements that must be the pollination site. An additional leaf cupped the creature’s head and tilted it back.
“Stop! NO!” Wendy protested as the leaves tightened their grip. Her squirming combined with the firmer grip, brought the busty youngster’s nipples into contact with veins on the leaves. Despite her situation, Wendy couldn’t help enjoying it. With each twist, the sensitive tips of her breasts were flicked or pushed on. What had started as futile attempts to free herself had become a way of pleasuring herself. What do I have to lose? she figured “Too…bad…there…nothing …in my…pussy” she grunted. Wendy stopped when her head was suddenly forced back.
Careful to push the pollinator into buds, Goldeneye pressed its bloom onto Wendy. After a minute or so one bud reached its goal and began pumping.
Wendy was stunned by the sudden approach of the flower’s huge bloom. She crashed into it face-first, or was it the other way around. Completely immobilized, Wendy could only suffer. Screaming was her big mistake. Her face passed over bulb, which sprung open and seized her head. A tube entered and went deep into her throat. She never tasted a thing, but Wendy felt something being pumped through the tube and directly into her. By the time it stopped, she felt like she did after overeating. She just sagged.
Goldeneye studied the results, briefly, then quickly bent its stem to the ground. The leaves sprung open and released the little thing. Then, finished with its task, Goldeneye stood straight and tall and went back to its musical project.
“Ack..Ack” Wendy gagged, as soon as she hit the ground. She was on her hands and knees trying to expel whatever had been pumped into her, but nothing came up. Standing, she spun around and charged the huge plant. She kicked it and punched it furiously. Her attacks were ignored, that was the worst thing of all. After being toyed with and used, the teen was simply discarded and ignored. Plus, she had no idea what had been pumped into her. More than ever, it felt like she’d just given a blow job. She kicked the stem again. But, again, there was no response. Finally, she just yelled for her sister “SARRRRAAAAA!!!!!!”
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