The Echidna Tale/Alraune Charlotte
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You went to the forest early in the morning, plants still wet with dew, planning to be done before the sun is at its highest. The spell you were going to use probably wouldn't work otherwise. You weren't sure; it was the first time using it, after all. Finding your way to the rose, you cast your spell on it, feeding it with your blood. It seems to absorb it hungrily, growing incredibly fast. When you're all ready, you started the stage two of your plan.
Covertly spreading information about a massive, budding rose, deep in the woods, you get the local people quite interested in this. Many of them go visit it to confirm the rumours, but with you restricting its blood lust, they declare it harmless. Eventually, the word about this reaches the ears of the woman you were after. As expected, she demands to see it with her own eyes.
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Charlotte was pleased. Her requests to see the sight were initially denied: they said it'd be too dangerous, that she'd risk being snatched away by brigands. It sounded very stupid to her: the woods weren't that far away, and she could simply get her father's men to escort her. Eventually, however, her father gave up, allowing her to leave. With two of her father's best men with her, she set out towards the forest.
Her good mood turned sour quickly. She wasn't stupid enough to wear high heels in the woodlands, but it seemed that the rest of her clothing wasn't appropriate either. Her long, pink dress kept getting in the way even as she followed the forest path, but after she had to actually leave it? Then the trouble started. Her dress frequently getting stuck in roots and branches, her glove tearing a bit and her socks getting wet after stepping in a puddle finally pushed her over the edge.
"The rose bud better be the most beautiful thing in the world!" she fumed, cursing at his father's men. They were getting annoyed as well, but did their best not to show it on their faces.
Finally, they arrived to the scene. Charlotte gasped: it was even larger than the stories had made it seem. It was massive rose, its bud big enough to house a person. Laughing out of amazement and wonder, she approached it, almost touching the large bud. "If it's like this now, I'd truly like to see it fully grown...". The men were surprised as well, following behind the woman and keeping their eyes open for any possible ambushes.
An ambush did happen, but not from a direction anyone was expecting. Two thorny vines burst out from right under the two men, strongly wrapping around their legs before they even had a chance to see that anything was going on. They tried to get themselves free in panic, but spears weren't the perfect tools for that: too afraid to hit their own legs, they managed to cause no real damage to the vines. Charlotte turned around when she heard them shout out, and screamed in terror as several more vines appeared, piercing the skins of the men as they wrapped around their arms and torsos. They were overpowered fast, and yelled out of pain and horror as they were dragged underground without having any real chance to resist.
Charlotte burst into tears, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, something touched her back. Turning back in fear, she realized the bud had moved towards her, its strong, small roots working as hundreds of pairs of legs.
Her escape instinct now working, Charlotte attempted to run away. The flower was a monster, and she wasn't going to let herself to be eaten by it. Her escape was cut short: a long, thorned vine, this time seemingly extending from inside the bud itself dexterously wrapped itself around Charlotte's legs, tripping her. She tried to crawl away, crying in pain as the sharp thorns pierced her white skin, but the vine was stronger by far. It slowly dragged the woman towards the bud as she desperately struggled to break free from the grip. But the more she tried to struggle, the more the thorns bit into her skin. Looking behind her, eyes blurred with tears, she saw a small opening in the bud, just large enough for her to fit through. When she was dragged inside, it opened, leaving her in a total darkness.
The bud was far from empty. From under her extended hundreds of soft, slimy tendrils, slithering around like snakes. Charlotte felt disgusted and horrified, but the torn around her legs seemed to retract and disappear into the bottom of the flower. She tried to crawl towards the walls, tried to find the opening she had come in from, but before she had any real chance to start looking for it, something happened. The tendrils under her extended, taking a firm grip of her waist. She screamed again as she was pulled towards the center, and before she knew what was going on, she found herself stuck in the bottom from the waist down. She couldn't move her lower body at all: it was pulled inside the plant matter as easily as if it was pudding, but when she tried to break free, it was as if she was stuck inside a rock.
She desperately banged the floor with her fists, but it didn't seem to help. No more than a few seconds passed, and she already had a new cause of distress: she felt her entire lower body being wrapped around by the vines, pierced by small, sharp thorns. She let out a cry of pain. Soon, something that felt like one of the tendrils around her slowly entered her vagina. She felt pleasure mixing with her pain and shame as it stimulated her, surprisingly gently. It moved up and down softly, and she started to feel weird. She wasn't merely sexually aroused by the tendril; it was as if some sort of a drug had been released into her body. Her mind was starting to feel blurrier now, the pain from the thorns seemingly disappeared. She let out a few involuntary moans as the tendril kept softly pumping away, and she hated herself for it.
It lasted for a while. The flower seemed to thrust gently into her, not bringing her to an orgasm but keeping her body in a constant state of sexual tension. After she had almost surrendered to the sensation, something happened. Something seemed to be growing inside her body, as if the flower was working its way inside of her. Microscopic vines started growing inside of her bloodstream, absorbing her blood and growing thicker, eventually filling the veins completely. Small things, slithering in her lower body, slowly moving upwards. It wasn't a painful sensation, but it was a horrifying one. She screamed and cried again, trying to break free, but tendril inside her vagina was ready for this. It started thrusting up harder, releasing larger amounts of the drug that had already coated her vaginal walls. Soon she was in a mindless ecstasy, feeling pure pleasure not only from the repeated orgasms granted to her by the tendril, but also by the vines that had already grown up to her chest.
As Charlotte moaned, the vines inside of her kept working their way upwards. The vines were spreading themselves through her breasts, growing into her heart and upwards into her arms and neck, but she only felt pleasure. The vines in her lower regions were still working: branching around, changing things, turning pink flesh into green plant matter. Finally, they reached her brain, burying themselves inside of it. Charlotte's mind went blank and the thrusting stopped. Slowly, gently the plant merged the woman's mind with its own. During the process, she kept physically changing. The rest of her flesh was turned into plant matter, her eyes and hair took a strongly green hue. Her blood was completely sucked dry, replaced with the plant's own fluids. Smaller roses started growing on her body, originating from the maze of vines inside of her. The bud flooded itself with mild acid, designed to dissolve anything not made from vegetative matter. All foreign elements were slowly burned away, Charlotte stripped naked.
After her mind had been completely merged, she woke up. Her roots gently tasting the blood of the two soldiers buried near her, she opened her eyes and yawned. She felt extremely tired, for some reason. As her mind processed the flood of information around her, she realized why: she wasn't absorbing any sunlight. Slowly, gracefully she opened the bud she was in, the rose's petals extending around her with herself as the center. Basking in the sunlight and absorbing blood very, very gently, she realized she was the happiest she'd ever been. There was plenty of sunlight, plenty of prey and all the time in the world to do what she wanted.
