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Vines. Lots of Vines. And one measly lamp-post. Vines wrapped around the lamp-post. It malformed into a body. The lamp-post opened to a jaw-like form. Sharp and pointed. Brambly. What a cute thing.
The flower didn’t even think much of its little thing. It was a perfect host. But there was one thing that the lotus had in mind.
Could it feel? Could it feel what those humans could feel? In every way? It felt silly, but it genuinely pondered. Since gaining the ability to possess things, it always wondered; could the things it possess feel?
Well, maybe the lotus could figure it out.
When it was sure no one was there, it took hold of a lamp-post. It made the Bramble. The Bramble was sharp and prickly, not that it mattered to the lotus. It was large. It could control everything (Except those weird stone statues…), and it was ginormous. It could do anything.. Including what it wanted to do to its own host.
Carefully, it crafted its vines into a soft but still hand. Like the hand of God. There were a few spikes on it, but not much to the point of hurting. Not like its host would be hurt anyway, but it was sure to count. (man i cant believe its getting to PLANT ON PLANT SEX)
From there it motioned a command; Come here. Despite the Bramble essentially being a host, it could still think like its own person. From there, it started walking. Toward its host, toward the lotus.
Oh, how small the wrapped lamp-post looked compared to the giant lotus. It was cute. Adorable even. Just how it should be. A host and its body. It was cute. (i am so sorry wife gc)
The Bramble took its hand in the lotus. It was guided. It was being shapen, for it knew what the lotus wanted to do. It went into the vines, sitting down. It was.. Weirdly uncomfortable, but it did have sharp thorns, so..
Then, it was gently pushed on its ‘back’. It was laying down. It obeyed everything it was assumed to know.
Another hand was crafted, a bit smaller, but still large. It had a lot less spikes than the one it was laying on. The lotus felt… odd. Almost.. Embarrassed, in a way? It never felt anything, let alone embarrassment. Why was it even doing this?
Well, not that it mattered now. It had an experiment to conduct, and it was going to do it with swiftness.
With the free hand it conjured up, it brushed lightly against the vines of the Bramble. It made a movement akin to a shudder. So it could feel things physically. Interesting. It brushed lightly against the flower on its chest, which warranted an even harder shudder and what could be described as a shriek. Now that was even more interesting.
It then tugged at the vines of the body, and that warranted a scream so loud the Mandrakes would probably die themselves. One would say that it would be equivalent to a scream of pleasure, if it were right.
The Lotus could feel everything it was doing to its body on itself as well. With each brush, its vines would shake. It felt.. Good, in a way.
Then, it tried something else. It made the hand go downwards, still on the vines. It shuddered way more harder when it traveled down to the area where the crotch would be, legs cramping up a tiny bit. Then, it went down, down into the would-be pelvic region, sliding the fingers delicately.
The Bramble sounded like it was gasping for air. It felt like it was in heaven from feeling this, and the feeling was punctuated when two fingers slid into where one of the holes would be. Really, it felt like bliss for the Bramble. It screamed, sounding like moaning, the light in the lamp flickering as the vine-fingers thrusted, first slowly, then speeding up.
It was so much, too much, for the both of them. Heavenly, as humans would call it. Like rain, falling into a pond. The Bramble looked so cute under its mercy. Like the silly humans who would wander into the hedge maze.
Suddenly, the lotus convulsed. Its vines shook, petals falling like rain. The Bramble shuddered, too. It was like they had both come down from a high. It felt too good. The Bramble laid there, not moving, like it was passed out.
The Lotus thought it looked cute.