Monica loved her little plants more than anything in the whole wide world. They owed the entirety of their existence and prosperity to her unending love. Therefore, you felt, it was only fitting that it was time for Monica's garden to love her back. To feed and take care of her just like she had done for so very long.
It began with a near-silent shuffling as a clump of vines. They emerged from just beneath the tomato patch and steadily slithered their way across the open grass. Monica was positioned about 3 yards away, carefully tending to a lettuce patch. She was bent fully forward with her round butt hanging defiantly in the air. She was meticulously pulling at a new patch of weeds that had infested the struggling plants.
Even invested in the maintenance of her prize, Monica was too distracted to notice as the vines split from each other and positioned themselves tactically around her exposed body. They were all around her; streching from the tips of her toes to directly beneath the shadow of her hanging bosom. Monica was surrounded, and at this point, doomed. There was no way she could possible have escaped her fate.
The vines suddenly sprang to live, entangling the cougar in an unbreakable web of plant matter. From chest to toe she was effortlessly wrapped. It had happened so quickly that Monica didn't even think to react; all she could do was stare dumbfound as her restricted body tumbled to the dirt. Not wasting any time, the vines began to retreat, pulling their target back towards the tomato patch.
After a moment, Monica finally regained her composure. She let off a death rattle, fearing for her safety. She couldn't tell what exactly was going on, but she knew it couldn't be good. She didn't recognize the vines that held her nor did she even know of any type of vine that would act in some way.
Sadly for her, you weren't going to let her escape so easy. With your magical guidance, and additional two vines spawned from the brush. They were about as thick as her wrist and, in reaction to her screams, made a bee-line for her gaping mouth. They forced their way down her throat silencing her pleas. Bound and silent, she could do nothing to stop what was to come.
Darkness overwhelmed Monica as she was tugged into the underbrush. She was pulled deep within, a prisoner of the plants she had loved for some many years. She was now at their mercy, but what did they do?
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.17 seconds at 8:11pm on Nov 25, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
