The Predator Plant

Commission!  I've always wanted to do plant vore, so I'm glad I was commissioned with the opportunity. ^u^ Enjoy!

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The venus flytrap was hungry, and it had no interest in eating insects.

It had begun to grow only a few days ago.  Minikay, a green bird gardener, had been walking through the woods when he found the strange plant: a tiny, blue, egg-like pod, with purple stripes all around it, and the beginnings of a stem just peeking out.

He just /had/ to study it!  So, the plant enthusiast took a pot and shovel from his bag (of course he had those in there) and took the plant home.  He put it separate from its flowers, in case the roots would end up crossing over, and watered it every day.

It didn’t take long for the plant to start growing.  After watering it for only a few days, the stem sprouted out of the pot, and revealed a flytrap-shaped mouth, whose fangs cut Minikay’s fingers when he touched them.  The blue striped pod was bent back as the stem began to extend, showcasing the flytrap in all of its glory, like a stage for the strange creature.

The more Minikay watered the plant, the more it grew.  Soon it went from an inch, to a few inches, to half a foot, to a foot!  Minikay watched in wonder as the creature got bigger and bigger, and every day he was excited to go outside and see its progress.  Eventually, he decided to give it a name—Minikay named all of his plants, you see.  For this one, he decided to give it the name “Justin”.  It seemed fitting, somehow.

Finally, it was done.  Minikay stepped outside, and saw the plant more glorious than ever before.  It was seven feet tall now.  The bird took a few steps backward in the garden, and stared at the flytrap in all of its glory.

Justin was beautiful.  The pod it had started life in had extended, then flattened on the ground, creating a base for the large creature.  Its stem was sturdy, strong, and blue, with six tentacle-like leaves, which had surprising strength for a plant.  And finally, there was the plant’s glorious mouth: an enormous bud with sharp green “teeth” sticking out of the purple “lips”, all framed by a slouched blue head covered in warts and bumps.  Minikay assumed they were some kind of adaptation that helped the plant survive in the wild.

It looked full-grown now.  At least, that’s what Minikay’s gardening instincts were telling him.  The green bird was proud that he’d brought Justin this far, and he let out a happy sigh.  Then he turned to his other flowers, and began watering them.

That’s when Justin opened his eyes.

Two of the bumps on his head slid back, and revealed two green pupils.  He used them to stare at the gardener as he watered the other plants, oblivious to the new development in the flytrap.  Justin had wanted, at first, to resist when the gardener had removed him from the woods—but he wasn’t strong enough, or big enough.  But that turned out to be a good thing, because the more he felt the gardener’s presence—watering him, talking to him, caring for him—the hungrier he got.  And now that he was old enough, he was going to eat.

Minikay was finishing watering the flowers when he heard a rustling sound.  He turned to Justin, and saw the plant moving it leaves—on its own!  “Amazing!” the bird muttered, walking up to the flytrap.  “What are you doing there, buddy?  What do you need?  Maybe--”

He was interrupted as the plant opened it strange eyes—that made Minikay yelp in surprise.  While he was startled, Justin reached out with his leafy limbs and grabbed the bird, wrapping them tightly around the gardener.

“Justin, what are you doing?!” Minikay yelped, simultaneously terrified and awed.  He looked up at the plant—and found himself staring right into its massive maw.  It was glowing blue on the inside—the bird could swear he’d never seen that before!--and dripping with what looked like saliva.  But a plant couldn’t have saliva!  How was this--

/Chomp./

The plant bit down on Minikay’s body—the green bird screamed and squeezed his eyes shut, preparing to have teeth cut his flesh.  But nothing happened, and he opened his eyes.  What he couldn’t see was that the sharp teeth were extended upward, and actively avoid his body (Justin had a better fate in mind for the gardener).  What he /could/ see was the glowing, drooly insides of the plant’s mouth, smelling dank and cave-like, with what could only be a tongue licking his face and chest.  

Minikay struggled in the plant’s grasp, trying to escape, but Justin held tight.  “HELP!” the green bird screamed.  “HE’S EATING ME!  HE’S--”

/CHOMP./

The plant swallowed Minikay, and his face and shoulders were crammed into the tight, lit-up insides of the throat.  The stem stretched outward to fit the massive morsel, and a large bulge formed on the outside of the plant.  Minikay tried to scream, but his mouth was pressed against the glowing blue insides; he couldn’t say a word.  He thrashed around, trying to kick himself out of the plant, but that only succeeded in getting him deeper inside—his chest and hips were now gripped by the throat, great!  There was no escaping this.

/CHOMP!/

And then, the final swallow: Justin let the scaley feet of his prey slip inside his mouth, and he gulped then down.  Now all of Minikay was traveling down the tight throat, and the bird couldn’t even struggle now.

He emptied into a large, glowing chamber: he recognized the texture of the pod, but it wasn’t this big before!  It must have grown underground—by watering the plant, Minikay had only enhanced the plant’s digestive system.  And this stomach was just as tight as the throat, a cramped space where the bird was forced to curl up.  He couldn’t even struggle, and the bird was forced to wait to what would come next.

Justin licked his lips.  The gardener would provide a few day’s worth of sustenance—and give enough energy to grow his legs.

Who would he eat next?