The Predator Plant 2: Foot Fun

Part 2 of the commission from yesterday.  Hope you like!

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Justin stewed on the remains of the delicious bird.  Minikay’s body had taken days to digest, and every moment had been absolutely beautiful.  Now, the bird was nothing but a pile of goo in his plant stomach.

And he planned to give that bird a glorious rebirth.

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It took a while for Minikay to realize he wasn’t dead.

The green bird sat up, groaning.  What happened?  He remembered getting eaten by his strange plant—by Justin!  But he was back in his house now. . . how was that possible?

“Hey there.”

Minikay jumped at the voice, and turned in surprise.  It was Justin, his plant!  But it wasn’t exactly Justin, the plant was . . . different.

He was standing on two feet, for one thing.  He now had a body made out of blue vines, all intercoiled around each other for support.  His fingers and toes were strands of these vines, fashioned to create a more humanoid shape.  And on top of it all was that massive plant head: sharp teeth, purple lips, big head, large warts for eyes.

“Figured you could use an upgrade,” Justin said, smirking at Minikay.  “That bird body you were in was pretty boring—so I thought you could use a better one.  And it was a tasty treat for me, too~.”

“What do you mean?” the bird asked.  “My body is—AUGH!”

He looked down at himself, and jumped up in total surprise.  Justin was right; his body had changed.  Now, he too was made of vines wrapped around each other, only his were green and feathery, in contrast to Justin’s firm blue ones.  He felt his beak, and realized it was now made out of leaves—as was his bird feet, whose sharp claws had stayed intact, but whose surface (and probably interior) was leafy now.

“Like it?”

Justin’s voice brought Minikay back to reality, and he looked nervously up at the plant.  “You ate me!” the bird exclaimed.  “And you turned me into . . . this?!”

“Sounds about right,” the blue plant said, licking his lips.  “You were pretty tasty, if I do say so myself.  But hey, I did it so you could get a sweet new body—one that’s practically immortal.  Can’t say it’s not a great perk~!”

Minikay did have to agree that the “immortality” thing kinda sounded awesome, if not a bit terrifying.  “So,” he asked, turning to Justin, “what now?”

The plant smiled.

“Now,” Justin purred, tracing a hand down Minikay’s chest, “I’d love to have some fun with you, if you’re up for it.  It would give you a chance to try out that new body, too.  What do you say?”

That /did/ sound fun—and rather enticing.  “Sounds great,” the bird said.  “Let’s go up to my room.”

Minikay led Justin up the stairs and into the bedroom.  The leafy bird sat on the bed, and the plant did the same.

“So,” Minikay asked, “what do you want to—oh. . .”

Justin reached up and put his foot on the bird’s knee.  Minikay could feel every calloused inch of the vines, every prick of the leaves against his bare skin, and he liked it.

“I want to give you niiiice little massage, cutie,” the plant purred.  “Do you want that?”

Minikay quickly nodded, and Justin grinned.  “Then let’s get started.”

The plant traced his toes on Minikay’s knee first, going in steady circles.  The bird leaned back, letting out a content sigh at the sensation.  Then the plant moved down, running his foot down Minikay’s leg, letting the bird feel the nails of his plant feet, and the surface of the “skin”: leafy vines that were soft to the touch, but also held callouses from its time on earth, all of it running down Minikay in a delightful motion.

“Like that?” Justin murmured.

Minikay nodded.  “Oh . . . oh yes.”

“Then lie down, cutie.”

The bird immediately obeyed the order—he was so eager to see what would come next.  And Justin delivered.

Justin sat up on the bed, sitting near Minikay’s feet.  Then the plant lifted up his foot—for a moment Minikay saw it descending in slow motion, watched the soft vines come down from the air—and placed it right in the center of Minikay’s chest.

The bird breathed in and out with his mouth, felt the foot rise and fall as his belly rose and fell.  The sensation was incredible, that callous, soft foot planted firmly on his chest, making him unable to escape, even if he wanted to.  Not that he /did/ want to—Minikay was so wrapped up in seeing what would happen next, the thought never crossed his mind.

Justin rubbed his foot on Minikay’s chest: first in slow circles like before, letting the bird feel every part of the instrument that was planted on him.  Then Justin expanded his reach, running the foot up Minikay’s chest, to the bird’s collarbone, and retreating back, down his chest, to his leg, and stopping at the tip of the bird's foot.

“More?” Justin asked with a smirk.

“Please,” Minikay gasped.  “/Please/.”

Justin obeyed, running his foot back up to Minikay’s chest, tracing it around the bird’s sensitive skin.  “Turn on your back,” Justin ordered.  The bird did so at once, flipping over so that his head was facing the pillow—now he could no longer see what Justin was doing.  It was thrilling.

He felt the plant place his foot on the center of his back, putting the slightest bit of pressure there, showing who was in control of the situation.  Then the foot traced again, going all around his back, grazing his ass as it went down to his legs.  Minikay sighed happily as he felt it all.

All too soon, Justin stopped.  Minikay flipped back over and sat up, smiling.

“That was fun,” the bird said, slightly embarrassed.

“I agree,” Justin said.  The plant grinned.

“So, what do you want to do next?”