Rose Garden

by TittySparkles

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Roseluck, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance
Length: 5708

Roseluck visits a tentacle plant in the Everfree and has sex with it.

A few years ago, Roseluck discovered an odd injured plant in the Everfree forest. Being a mare who nurtures plants and helps them grow, she started to take care of it. Several years later, she makes constant visits to the plant living in the forest. Both love the company of each other and they have a unique friendship that no one could possibly understand. She feeds the plant, the plant gets her off, and they both love each other in return. It's quite the bargain and quite the friendship they have.

Pre-read by: RainbowBob, Skeeter the Lurker, and Shadowflash

Edited by: Pearple Prose, SolidFire, and Mikemeiers

Props to Kaidan for the extra hand as well!

Cover art courtesy of Shadowflash

Published 2013-11-05 14:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-05 14:20:06 UTC

Chapter 1

Roseluck walked the brown beaten path, slowly and surely following it into the Everfree forest. Open fields on either side quickly became thick, lush forestry. Roseluck stopped at the entrance, staring into the dark abyss that seemed to loom over her, almost like it was ready to swallow her whole. Though it was a fearful sight, Roseluck steadied herself and smiled before looking over her shoulder. Resting across her back, held in place by a strong rope, was a large ten pound bag of specially enhanced fertilizer. Roseluck cautiously entered the thick bushes of the forest, making sure to stick to her current path until she had to go off and explore.

She shook her head in a futile attempt to dislodge the lingering scent of a special repellent, she wore it on her for protection. While no creatures would attack her, the scent of the repellent was near the same level as a trash heap roasting in the boiling hot sun all day. That – combined with the rather earthy scent of the fertilizer on her back – made her eyes watery and her nose very irritated.

She eventually chose to ignore it, instead letting her eyes take in the untamed wilds and wilderness surrounding her. Though it was only midday, the trees above her were so thick, only slight strips of sunlight could break through, lighting the dusty path just enough for her to see where she was going. The deeper she went in, the thicker and curvier the trees became, and the more the branches seemed to curl outward almost like they were trying to snatch her very being and pull her in. Roseluck stayed calm, her eyes looking for the small checkpoint she made herself. After untold minutes of wandering, Roseluck halted in her tracks and smiled in relief as she saw the flag fluttering gently. She would be safe now, thanks to a very special friend hiding deeper within.

“Oooh, seems you wanted to greet me,” Roseluck said quickly, noticing slender green tentacles wrapped around the base of the flag.

Hearing her voice, the tentacles moved and the tips turned to look towards her. She watched it slither and wiggle in the air, happy to see she was on schedule with her visit. Creeping along the ground, one slimy appendage moved towards the small mare until it came to a stop at her hooves.

“Did you miss me?” she asked as she bent over and rubbed her hoof over the tip. “I know I missed you too.”

The plant responded, giving off a rather wet squeak as it started to wrap around her hoof and move upward. Roseluck smiled and enjoyed the slimy feeling of it hugging her leg, looking to grab the bag of fertilizer from her back. The vine wasted no time and untied the rope holding the bag in place before it wrapped around it and lifted in the air.

“I’m being generous and giving you a bigger bag now,” Roseluck replied as the vine pulled the bag away and turned its attention back to her. “I hope you’ll let me spend more time with you in return.”

Another wet squeak came from the vine before it slithered back into the bushes, beckoning her to follow closely. Trotting up to the path both her and the plant made, Roseluck peeked in and saw the lush vegetation switch from trees and bushes to similar green vines, making it look like a lost part of a jungle.

“Hmm, seems you’re growing rather quickly as well,” Roseluck noted, remembering that when she first found the mysterious plant, it was but only a small bushel. “Maybe giving you a bigger bag isn’t such a good idea.”

Roseluck felt like she was descending into the very heart of a great being. All around her the vines seem to move and whisper to her, pulsating with life. Occasionally, a little tendril would move and beckon her to continue on. ‘Come hither, come play with me,’ she could imagine it saying. The way the plants moved reminded her of a child, eager to enjoy the company of a friend. Looking behind her as she trotted, the vines blocked the exit, keeping any unwanted followers from coming in. It would be only her and her slithery friend, basking in each other’s company for an untold amount of time.

The more she walked, the tighter the space seemed to get. The vines got so close they were brushing against her body, teasing her and getting her excited for what was to come. Though the gesture was something that caught her by surprise, she found that the more they touched and teased, the more aroused she grew. It showed as well; her tail flicking back and forth, the scent of arousal reaching out to the vines around her. They could sense it and a constant drone of excited squeals greeted her ears.

“So eager to see me today,” Roseluck spoke out, staring deadpan at the vines in front of her. “Yet are you eager enough to carry me from here?”

The plants stopped molesting her and quickly retracted back to the dead trees and logs they rested upon. Looking around, Roseluck prepared for her friend to greet her with a ride. The sound of branches cracking perked her ears up as she looked to her left and saw a large tentacle with the width of a tree slither up to her side. Roseluck smiled as the plant moved under her chin and lifted her up from under her belly. A soft chuckle of approval left the mare and the tip of it pressed against her rear and slithered gently, before it started to pull itself back into the forest.

Roseluck rested her head on the plant, sighing with content as it twisted left and right, up and down, through the forest until it came to a clearing, holding a swamp. Happy to feel the sun beating back down on her fur, Roseluck looked around as frogs hopped about and bugs flew from log to log seeking a spot to rest. Looking down, Roseluck noticed she was no longer getting a ride over any walkable areas, the ground underneath nothing but brown swamp water. While the scenery put her off, she knew her friend needed to live in a well-watered area or it would wither away and die completely. Finally the plant came to a stop and Roseluck’s eyes were greeted by a large, closed, pink flower, resting in the exact middle of the swamp.

“My, my, my,” Roseluck said with a smile, her eyes glimmering with love at the natural beauty before her. “You really are growing nicely.”

A small tentacle jutted up from the water, the exact same one from the flag. Though the fertilizer was gone, Roseluck looked down and saw the ripped bag floating in the water.

“Tsk, tsk. You couldn’t even wait for me to get here could you?” Roseluck said quietly, her tone matching that of a disconcerting mother.

The plant drooped down, mimicking the attentions of a scolded child before it moved close to her body and rested partly around her neck, almost like it wanted to hug her and ask for forgiveness.

“You know I can’t stay mad at you,” she replied, bringing her hoof up to stroke it. “But I expect you to make me a very happy mare.”

With her words spoken, the large pink flower started to open its petals up, exposing the inside of it to the world around. Resting in the middle was a large brown bud that emitted a soothing scent and relaxed the mare before the large vine started to move her closer to it. Inspecting the plant, Roseluck always felt like she was being put on a throne. The way the flower opened up made it appear like so, knowing its feeder deserved to be treated as royalty for all the hard work she put into helping it grow. Once she was close enough, Roseluck hopped off the vine and landed on the bud, the flower giving slightly at the bottom, causing the water to ripple underneath. Once on, Roseluck ran her hoof down the velvety insides of the flower, enjoying the unique sensation she got from it.

“Hard to believe you were once nothing but a small bush,” Roseluck said softly, remembering the first day she meet the plant so many years ago. “A little molesting plant that cried to me like an abandoned child.”

The sound of water parting greeted her ears and four small tentacles appeared before her.

“Though you’re getting big, you still whine to me for attention, don’t you?” she cooed as they moved closer to her. “You know I’ll keep loving you as long as you get me off.”

Two of the four vines slowly wrapped around her hind legs and pulled outward, gently giving her the signal to spread them. Roseluck relaxed and did so and watched the other two slither between her legs before brushing against her growing arousal.

“Aww, you’re not going to let me suck off a vine?” Roseluck whined softly as she stroked the flower bud.

The two vines stopped in their tracks and turned to each other briefly before one went back into the water. Alone, the vine moved close to Roseluck’s face, dangling in front of her muzzle. Her eyes glowered a bit and her neck craned forward before she gave the waiting appendage a soft nuzzle. The vine had an off smell, considering it was just in the swamp water, but Roseluck was so used to the scent she ignored it. Bringing her hooves up, she rested them against the vine and gave it a quick lick, treating it with the same care and precision a mare would to a penis. While she focused on that, the vines around her legs eased up on their grip and slid off, eagerly waiting for when she instructed them to come back. The feeling of not being touched by the vines gave Roseluck a very empty feeling, but sensing her sadness the vine brushed her cheek, giving her a slight tickling sensation.

“It’s okay. I want to play with you before you play with me,” Roseluck said as she closed her eyes and placed her lips around the very tip of it.

The vine swayed gently, doing it’s best to stay in one spot as she started to swirl her tongue further down it. She could feel it pulsating and it would occasionally let out a small squeak as she brushed the tip of her teeth against it.

“Mhm, still worried I’ll bite you even after all these years?” Roseluck asked as she pulled away, only to quickly move her lips to the side of its length and kiss it.

The vine squeaked and slowly slithered upward, letting Roseluck’s tongue touch parts of it that would never be able to enter her mouth. The pungent stench grew a bit, but Roseluck felt herself getting warmer and more wet. At the corner of her eyes, she saw the ripped bag catching onto a dead log and getting stuck. Smiling, she knew why she was getting an increased arousal, almost putting her body in an estrous cycle. The fertilizer in question was the answer and her adding a special ingredient to it made the sex so much better. A natural aphrodisiac used on ponies who looked to have fun more often. All it took was a spoonful in each bag she fed her friend and in just a few weeks time, the ingredient became a natural part of the plant itself. As she continued to tease and lick the vine, her lips tingled as the plant’s slimy skin emitted the drug. The more it slithered about, the more she wanted to feel it wrap around her body.

“I know you’re waiting for permission to hug me,” Roseluck spoke, her attention not leaving the vine in front of her. “You can.”

Quickly and surely, the tentacles came back into view and started to slither closer to her. The same two slowly wrapped back around her legs and slowly spread them, while a third one hovered in front of her growing wetness. Roseluck didn’t see it, her mind too occupied with the feeling of pulsating vines around her legs, and ignored it until it moved forward and brushed ever so slightly against her slit.

“Aww, you that eager today?” Roseluck cooed as she turned her attention downward. The plant answered with another brush against her slit, causing her to moan softly. Leaning back, Roseluck rested her head against the bud and smirked as she brought a free hoof down and moved it in front of the tentacle. The vine looked up and saw her gesturing the answer of ‘no, not yet’ to it and quickly started to squeak in response.

“Only if you be nice and gentle,” she added as she slowly stroked the edge of her hoof against it before moving part of her pussy to the side, letting the tentacle stare into her.

Another squeak came from it before she felt the vines tighten around her legs, keeping them in place. Once ready, the plant decided to treat her generosity with a little foreplay of its own. The vine near her face moved down as well and though she pouted, she was curious and eager to see what they had in store for her. After a few long seconds of hearing the two vines squeak at each other, one slowly moved towards her slit, while the second moved further down, aiming for her butt hole. Both touched their designated targets in unison, causing Roseluck to moan from the touch. Both vines mimicked the actions of a tongue and slowly rubbed against her.

“Mhmmm,” was all the mare said in response as her hips bucked forward, her nethers tingling as the implanted drug started to really kick in.

She gritted her teeth in pleasure and held back a chuckle as the slimy vine tickled her butt. The vines kept a slow and steady pace, knowing that she preferred it like that, but they knew after the initial penetration of a vine, she would turn over the role of power to them. They would rub, provoke, heat her body up the way she always wanted, and the plant itself was always trying new things in order to build their friendship. It would add tentacles each day, wondering if she would approve of the extra appendages to play with her. It would even try to be more ‘rough’ with its movements from time to time. Sometimes she would say yes, sometimes she would say no; all of it always depended on how well she got treated. It learned over time, like a filly learning to fly and continuing to improve until they had it down to an art form.

A smaller vine jutted out of the water. Unlike the other ones that matched the width of a proper vine, this one was small, small enough to travel in with the bigger vines, giving Roseluck that much extra satisfaction. When it wasn’t inside of her, it tended to her winking clit, and with that thought in mind, that’s where it rested itself.

“Ahh!” Roseluck gasped as she felt the smaller vine moved gently up and down her clit, almost like it was a stallion’s nose nuzzling her love button with affection.

Usually she would tell it to stay off her clit, but as her body vibrated and quivered for the attention she gave the little vine a nod of approval. She took a deep breath, relaxing her body as the tip of it pressed hard against her clit, most likely looking to hear her moan with approval. The vine didn’t get it and tried a new tactic; from its pressed position, it swirled around the edges several times over. This time the plant was greeted by a low, audible moan and it quickly repeated the process.

While that little vine worked up top, the other two never ceased their movements. They kept teasing, licking, pulling away for brief seconds before returning to the same spot. They never increased nor decreased the motions they used and they were rewarded with the subtle bucking of her hips. Satisfied, the vines started to press harder into each hole, yet not enough to penetrate deeply. Instead they would wiggle in slightly and feel around the tight crevices, almost like they were venturing into a cavern for the first time. When they entered, Roseluck trembled and moaned, her pussy desperately trying to clench and keep its visitor from leaving while her ass seemed to resist. While the vine in her pussy went deeper, the one at her ass simply poked and prodded at the entrance. As weird as it felt for her, Roseluck loved the sensation from it, her mind begging to be penetrated.

The vines worked on, slowly getting her to the comfortable level that they both craved. Occasionally the little vine would slither into the air and look at the mare’s face. Slowly and surely a deep red blush started to appear, telling the vine that it was the proper time. Quickly the vines pleasuring her pulled away. Roseluck laid on her back and stared upward with a content smile on her face. There was always the brief pause, before she felt the vines holding her legs grabbing a bit tighter around her.

“Ahh, it is that time already?” Roseluck spoke softly as she looked between her legs and saw one single vine ready to go in very deep. “I wish to lay on my stomach first.”

The vine at her nethers pulled away and the vines around her legs slowly unraveled. Quickly wrapping around her midsection, they started to turn her over, but stopped just before they placed her back down. Stuck floating in mid-air, Roseluck wondered what the vines were doing until one brushed against her neck, squeaking softly while mimicking a hug.

“Oh? You want to keep holding me?” Roseluck asked, knowing very well the plant loved to hold her.

The vine responded by wrapping back around her midsection whilst forcing her front hooves down and tying them to her sides. Once they were firmly bound, the vines moved her body back down and let it rest against the flower. Though it was a bit uncomfortable, Roseluck was going to give her friend the benefit of the doubt. It was always about her and what she wanted, never asking what the plant wanted from her.

“I feel like such a horrible pony, always telling you what to do. How about today you have fun and enjoy me?”

The flower shook and the sound of hundreds of vines from under water squealing filled her ears. The squeals were followed by the sounds of water splashing and three more regular sized vines appeared behind her while another one came up from behind the flower and wiggled in front of her face. Roseluck looked behind her briefly, feeling two vines brush against her slit, while one brushed against her ass. While two seemed too much for her small frame, Roseluck knew the plant wouldn’t hurt her. Despite this, there was still that lingering sense of doubt that troubled her mind a little. Sensing her doubt, the vine in front of her face squeaked and tickled her chin, doing its best to get her to look forward.

“Don’t worry, dearie. I trust that you won't hurt me,” Roseluck cooed as she brought her hoof up and rubbed the vine.

It squeaked in response before it tickled her lips, asking for them to be opened. Roseluck did so and her friend quickly inserted itself inside. It moved quickly to the back of her throat before pulling back slightly, mimicking the movements of a blowjob. It knew how deep it could go, and just the right speed that would make it feel effortless yet rather comfortable at the same time. Even knowing its limits, the vine knew it could go deep, considering ponies didn’t have a gag reflex, and with it having a smaller width than a normal penis, it wouldn’t irritate her throat as much. While the vine worked, the being that controlled it started to release a special pheromone that would relax and put the mare into a state of nirvana as it worked. It would counteract the aphrodisiac, calming her body down but not fully depleting the arousal sensation. She would feel horny yet so relaxed. Like an afterglow, yet the one that continued to please her was a lover that didn’t want to break the embrace.

As she started to relax more, the vines at her backside started to slither into her holes and thrusted deep inside. One stayed behind and watched, wanting to make sure it was safe to push itself inside when her body was ready. The vine watched its brethren move; one would go deep, pull back, and the other would go deep. It was a constant switch and it was mainly for preventing her from feeling so stuffed that it was going to hurt.

Roseluck’s eyes fluttered constantly; she could feel all the vines going deeper and deeper into her body. It was much better than what any stallion could provide. Ponies had limits to their flexibility, while the plant had virtually none. No matter how many vines were tending to her, more could easily show up and increase the fun in so many ways. Knowing it was free to do so, the being brought up two more vines, to add a hint of roughness to the fun.

Roseluck felt both of them rest against her ass cheeks, wondering what her friend had in store for her. For a brief second they pulled away, before a resounding slap echoed and a surprised moan escaped her throat. The vine in her throat pulled out, wanting to make sure it was something she didn’t want. Roseluck stared forward and panted, but smiled at the vine before speaking.

“Oh? I didn’t say stop, did I?” she asked as she opened her mouth again and gave her ass a quick wiggle.

The vine squeaked and reentered her throat, the others starting to grow faster inside of her. The two vines at her rear continued to slap against her firm ass, each one making her moan into the tentacle that tended to her throat. Finally the vine watching from behind knew it was a good time to join in, waiting for its partner to pull out. Both entered her pussy, stretching it as widely as it could go.

Oh wow that feels good… Roseluck’s body shuddered as she felt a rather sweet sensation touch the back of her throat. She wanted to moan loudly at her friend, showing just how much she loved what was happening to her. Though she was bound and somewhat helpless, she loved the feeling of being held in place while her molester had its way with her. It kept going, not stopping even as her walls started to clench tightly around both vines inside of her pussy. Her orgasm was riding up quickly and the vines only seemed to go faster inside of her. Finally it hit her and she almost chomped down on the vine in her mouth to ease her moan. The vines made no attempt to slow down for her and she made no attempt to stop them. It was the first orgasm of many to come, she knew. Her body would continue to be rocked, her vision and mind would start to cloud up, and she would lay there and take it all.

The sweet sensation that was in her throat was building up more and more. The liquid almost reminding her of a stallion’s precum. She wondered which end would give out first, but her mind went blank for a minute as she felt one vine leave her pussy while the other spun in a quick circular motion. That time she could barely stop herself from biting down, feeling the rough end of her teeth digging a bit, the vine pulled itself out of her mouth and stared at her face.

“Oh gosh, please do that again!” Roseluck begged as the spinning stopped and the tentacle got ready to resume its natural plowing.

The vine squeaked wildly, shouting its commands out to its partner below. The vine did as asked and Roseluck’s mouth hung agape while her eyes stared straight forward in awe. The feeling was intense, almost like a penis shaped drill was set on the highest possible speed. The tentacle that was still working her ass decided to try the same motion of drilling, and a loud, depraved moan erupted from Roseluck. They only continued to please her, the vines started to push in and pull out even as they drilled. There was a hint of pain, but thanks to their slimy and smooth edges, the pleasure subdued the pain and only made it greater for her.

The vine in front of her face watched her eyes nearly glaze over from the intensity; her tongue hanging effortlessly out of her mouth. Though it loved to see her face, sending the images to the being that controlled it, it wanted to get off. The sweet sticky sensation that was starting to secrete from its tip was the equivalent of a penis dripping precum. Unlike stallion spunk where it was all salty and off tasting, the semen the vines produced was super sweet, nearly matching the flavor of a green apple. Moving back down to her agape mouth, the vine slid back in, letting the taste dance across her tastebuds before it resumed its face fucking motion.

Roseluck’s mind could barely produce coherent thoughts, the drilling sensation at both her holes, the slapping motion of the vines on her cheeks, and even the rubbing motion of two tentacles caressing her teats that managed to slip in undetected at one point, flooded her thoughts. Her ears could pick up excited squeals coming from the vine in her throat and she mentality prepared for a money shot.

It came quickly, the vine tightened up and froze on the spot, the first stream of greenish white viscous spunk came from the tip. She felt it hit the back of her throat before the vine pulled out and caked the rest of it on her face. She closed her eyes, a large amount of the semen landing on her cheek, mane, and even a strand on her eye. She didn’t mind the mess, considering her friend would drop her off at a rushing river nearby in the denser parts of the forest. She would clean up, and the plant would take her back to the checkpoint she first got picked up at. She would go home, come back in a few days with another bag, and the cycle would repeat for her.

Wonder why it never leaves it in my mouth when it cums… The question plagued her mind as she swallowed back the initial burst and found the contents rather tasty. The only thing that seemed to happen was it made her more tired and woozy, almost like a mare drinking too much until she fell into a buzz.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a second orgasm within her body. With the tentacle done with her throat, she was able to let her moans be heard more clearly. Though her throat was sore from the pleasure it got, she was still able to convey her feelings. The vines kept their pace and after a few more minutes of pleasure they gave her another orgasm and a few minutes after that they started to please her enough for a third. By the time the third one started to build, the vines started to squeal as well. All the while Roseluck kept her head down and enjoyed the feeling of her backside getting more numb with each long and deep thrust from the vines along with the constant slapping as well.

The drilling sensation had long stopped, but the vines made up for it by going as deep as her body would allow. The squeals from the plants grew louder and louder and Roseluck waited patiently for them to finish. Unlike her mouth, the vines had no problem finishing off in her body. Her ass would get filled to the brim while her pussy got the pleasure of getting over filled thanks to the extra vine inside. The ones slapping her ass would shoot a load onto her back, though she would have looked like she just finished servicing countless clients in a brothel, she didn’t mind her whorish appearance. No one would judge her from her spot in the forest and the only being who actually cared would see it all. With that thought, she wondered when the being behind her pleasure would show up.

Roseluck felt the vines tense up for a second before they continued to thrust into her while they started to cum. All she could do was sigh with content as the warm liquid entered into her body. It was indeed warm, warmer than stallion semen, that much was certain. She felt like gallons of it were going inside of her.

“Oh my, you-your loads are getting bigger each time as well,” Roseluck moaned as endless amounts of plant seed seemed to flow into her body and then gush out.

The only reply she got was two hard slaps before they dangled in the air and shot out jizz in all directions. Some missed the mark completely and hit the water below, while the rest either hit her back, or the flower she was resting on. Finally, the ones inside of her pulled out, squealing weakly like they were so tired they were ready to die. The fun was over and the vines holding her body slowly unraveled and fell back into the water. Roseluck panted and slowly closed her legs, knowing very well she was going to stay in bed all day tomorrow in order to relax. She clenched her eyes as she brought a hoof up and wiped away the substance covering her face. Most of it came off in one fell swoop, but a stray piece of it hit her nose and she started to cough intensely. The plant heard her coughing and moved one of the tentacles back to her face in order to see if she was alright.

“Mhmm… I’m fine, just got a bit in my nose,” she replied in between a cough. “But I would love for you to come up as well. I want to see how much bigger your body is.”

The tentacle squealed and nodded before it shot back into the water. For a few brief seconds the only sounds that played out were the dying coughs from Roseluck before she heard the sound of water parting and splashing down. Looking up from her position, Roseluck smiled as a huge red round bulb appeared in front of her. Across its red head were white spots, each evenly placed from each other. Though the creature itself had no eyes, it had a large mouth and equally large teeth. The plant opened its mouth, a dull squeal coming from it as Roseluck inspected the piranha like teeth inside. Anyone who saw those teeth would cower up and fear for their lives. Though the plant had a tendency to snack upon any stupid fool or forest creature that ventured close, it could never bring itself to eat its only friend.

“Ahhh, look at how big you are,” Roseluck said quietly, noticing it was a few inches wider than the last time she visited. “My big boy is growing up so fast.”

The plant squealed and moved itself closer to her and Roseluck gave her giant friend a quick kiss on his head before nuzzling him. The plant responded as it opened its mouth and a tongue as big as her slid out and brushed the tip against her chin.

“I love you too,” she said before she rested her head back on the bud. “However I should clean up and head home before anyone starts to worry.”

The plant head moved away and tilted itself slightly before it squealed and shook its massive head no. Before Roseluck could ask, she noticed the petals of the flower flexing around her, beckoning that they wanted to close on her. She stared, puzzled on what her friend was asking her, until a new vine came out of the water and brushed against her body, pushing it on its side before it seemed to fall into a position where it was sleeping beside her. It took her a few more seconds to finally figure out what it wanted.

“No? You want me to stay with you and rest?” She said cautiously as she looked up at the bulb.

The plant nodded and the petals seemed to flex more and more until she was inside the closed flower. Though it was darker, light shone through the thin petals, making her coat shine with pink. The plant at her side wiggled and squeaked, doing its best to try and tell her to relax. The more she thought about it, the more the plant seemed to act like a lover, not wanting to lose the one it loved so quickly. It wanted her to stay, to cuddle with it, instead of always leaving right after. Though the idea of being inside the plant scared her, she knew she had nothing to fear.

“Okay, I’ll stay longer, regardless of being a cum stained mess,” she replied as she nuzzled the vine beside her. “A small nap would do nicely anyway.”

The bulb outside the flower let of an excited squeal before it descended back into the water to rest itself. She heard the water parting again, but couldn’t help but smile at its action.

“You’re so much like a child,” she chuckled as she closed her eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry, momma won’t leave her little boy alone for a while.”