Story

It’s difficult to come up with ways of making good people do not-so-good things. Especially when it requires them to be out of character. With this in mind, I request that you do not judge anyone too harshly for what transpires in the following tale. And I also want to mention that, while these stories are usually going to be smut, I focus on the plot first and the sexy stuff second. I want to actually at least try to create something good, not just something hot, although I’m sure I’m not succeeding at that either.

Do you like plants? I do. Let’s have some good green fun.

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Arvin was a rational guy. He recognized the importance of good communication, and emphasized it on just about all of his interactions with anybody. It got to the point where nobody could even be mad at him when he messed up, because he explained himself so thoroughly and apologized so perfectly. But Arvin wasn’t sure about how to handle this situation.

He had a girlfriend - Mina. (I’m sure you’ve met her.) She was perfect in every way - funny, sweet, smart, she loved him and he loved her. Didn’t hurt that she was also smoking hot. Sometimes it seemed as though they were just built for each other, which was probably true. If they didn’t end up together forever, something would have to have gone horribly wrong. All of this is to really drive home the fact that Arvin would never even think about, no matter how briefly, cheating on his beloved. He knew that, and Mina knew that. That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was Mina’s strong personality and somewhat short temper when things weren’t going smoothly. She could be kind of aggressive and wasn’t one to shy away from revenge. Arvin wasn’t concerned for her well-being; she could take care of herself just fine. She wasn’t a helpless little girl. But he was concerned about the well-being of certain other involved parties.

Maybe I should back up a bit. Who are these involved parties? What were they doing that got Arvin so concerned for their well-being? For that to make sense, I’ll have to discuss something that I must admit I don’t fully understand, and doubt I ever will: women. I’ll do my best to not say anything directly offensive. If anyone reading this thinks I’m way out of line, keep in mind that I am a moron.

There are many different types of women. So many that I couldn’t possibly list them all here, which would be both rude and irrelevant. For now, we will focus on just one, the favorite of porn perusers the world over: the bimbo.

The bimbo is a female of varying size, but almost always conforms to a few trademark physical features: revealing clothes, lots of makeup, and of course, big ol gazongas. Thick of lips and thicc of ass, the bimbo seeks out only a few choice objectives: cock, balls, dick, cum, nuts, and penis, to name a few. With little room in their mind for much else, they make themselves as attractive as possible, in the hopes of luring some poor, luckless, lustful fool to their bed chambers, for a night of hot sex that will leave one party happy and the other confused and sometimes ashamed - unless, of course, you’re into that kind of thing.

I’m sure you’ve seen them around. In my opinion, they’re dangerous, but to themselves. They are wasting their lives pursuing physical pleasure when they could be seeking out personal fulfillment, cultivating a strong mental garden from which intellectual and emotional fruits will bloom, which they can then share with others and better the world around them. If you ask me, wasting time on sexual thoughts is only good in small doses, unless you’re making money off of it. There’s some kind of poetic irony in there somewhere, but I can’t quite figure it out. Let me return to my point: bitches be triflin.

Anyway, all of this brings me to that afore-mentioned third party: Alexis Trayci. Local bimbo extraordinaire of the northern quarter of Ellsdale’s campus. Cheerleader, great ear for gossip, sometimes helps out the school newspaper with some tidbits which are usually too personal to be useful. Very much someone’s nuclear ideal for what an attractive woman should look like. Too bad about that hot-air balloon she calls a head. Averages a D in every class, and wouldn’t you know it, the same could be said about her breasts.

She doesn’t usually cause trouble outside of being a totally oblivious ditz, but there have been some occasions where she has interfered in a way that actively harmed others. Unfortunately for Arvin, this was one of those occasions.

Arvin was in his greenhouse on a sunny morning in November. He’d just finished watering the last of his ferns and was about to start taking some notes on that strange new plant he’d crossbred when he heard the door creak. He turned around, expecting to see Malvory, looking for herbs, or perhaps Anaïs, looking for tea leaves, but no. It was Alexis, which struck Arvin as very odd, because he wasn’t aware she even knew he had a greenhouse, let alone where it was.

She looked around for a bit, then saw him. Her lips curled into a somewhat mischievous smile.

“Heyyy, Arvie!!” she called out, prancing over to him.

Arvin stared at her. She was wearing a small tank top and short-shorts, clothes that were very much not recommended for November. He thought, “Maybe she felt cold, and just stepped in to warm up.”

“Hi, Alexis. What’re you doing here?”

Alexis laughed. “Looking for you, silly.”

Arvin was surprised, but also not. People often wanted his help with things, which he was only too happy to provide. Moving heavy boxes, reaching tall shelves, that sort of thing. Not to mention the various plants he cultivated and his deep botanical know-how. He had a thumb so green it was a wonder it didn’t sprout leaves on its own.

“Oh. What did you need? Looking for some flowers? I’m afraid I don’t have any fruit right now, it’s been tough getting seeds this season.”

Alexis laughed again, as though he’d made a really amusing joke. It made him slightly uncomfortable.

“No, Arvie, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, sure. What about?”

Alexis smiled again, in that same mischievous way. “Oh, you know, this and that.” She stepped closer to him and seemed to trip in the process.

“Woah there!” Arvin caught her as she ‘fell.’ “Are you ok?”

“Whew… yeah… I’m fine,” Alexis said, grasping Arvin’s arm and putting her other hand on his chest as she pulled herself up. “Wow, you’re so strong.”

Arvin blushed. “Well, I work out.”

Alexis had that look in her eye again. “I can tell. Your muscles are huge.” She ran her hand down his chest slowly, as though savoring something.

Arvin was beginning to feel very uncomfortable with how Alexis was acting. He suspected that maybe she had some ideas in her head that he didn’t really want to be a part of. He cleared his throat and said, “Well, uh, what did you want to talk about? I don’t really have a lot of time right now, so we should make this fast…”

Alexis scowled slightly, and pulled away from Arvin. “Ok. I guess I’ll get right to it then.”

“That’s good. Good communication is important.”

Alexis wasn’t looking at his face. “Yeah. Anyway, listen, Arvie, I heard a rumor that you’ve got a really big dick.”

Arvin blanched. “Wh… uh… what… did… um… you…”

“Yeah, I hear it’s like 9 inches long, and you cum lots,” Alexis continued. “So I wanted to ask you if you’d fuck me with it.”

Arvin was reeling. What the hell was Alexis thinking?! “I… uh… no, I can’t… well… it’s… I have…”

Alexis laughed again. “No need to explain, silly! I want your cock, and you should give it to me. It’s so simple! Let’s get to it.” She knelt down and started to unzip his pants.

Arvin shook himself awake and pushed Alexis’s hand away. “No. I won’t do it.”

Alexis looked genuinely sad. “What?! Why not?!”

“I have a girlfriend. I won’t do this to her. I don’t want to have sex with you.”

Alexis smiled at him. “She won’t ever need to know. Just one time, Arvie, please?”

Arvin walked a few feet away from her and pointed to the door. “Alexis, you should leave. I’ve made my stance clear. Please do not come back here again looking for a quick fuck. I’m better than that, and you should be too.”

Alexis frowned, stood up, and walked away. Arvin breathed a sigh of relief that it hadn’t escalated at all, and turned back to his plants.

“At least that’s over with,” he thought.

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Arvin really should have known better. Of course it wasn’t over with. Alexis didn’t give up so easily. For the rest of the week, she kept popping up in inconvenient locations, trying to win Arvin over. In the hallways, at the dining hall, just outside of his classrooms. She even turned up at his dorm once. She was determined to access that dick by any means necessary.

Arvin didn’t know what to do. There was nothing he could do to make her leave him alone. He’d tried reason, he’d tried yelling, he’d tried bribes. Nothing worked. He wasn’t at all tempted by her, but he knew that if he told Mina, she might get violent with Alexis, and he didn’t want either of them to get hurt. So he kept it quiet for as long as he could, until eventually he couldn’t bear it any more.

“Guys, I need help,” he said one day at lunch. He knew it was safe; Alexis never approached him when he was with his friends.

“Help? The great benevolent Arvin, source of all good at Ellsdale, needs help?” Nigel said, taking a sip of soda. “How can this be?”

“Ja ja, Nigel. Listen. You know Alexis Trayci? Cheerleader?”

Everyone nodded. “She’s in my Calculus class,” Anaïs said.

“Well, she’s been making advances on me, and it’s really been making me uncomfortable,” Arvin explained. “I can’t get her to leave me alone.”

“Have you tried talking to her?” Leonard asked.

“Yes! That was the first thing I tried! It hasn’t worked! Nothing has worked! She’s been after me all week, and I can’t take it anymore!” The built-up stress suddenly collapsed onto Arvin, and he nearly started crying. He’d never been this frustrated and confused before. “She keeps following me around, begging me to fuck her, and nothing I do or say makes her leave! I’m not interested at all! I don’t know what to do!”

Ted put his wing around Arvin’s shoulder. “Hey, buddy, it’s ok. We’re going to figure this out.” The rest of the group nodded their agreement.

Mina had been sitting silently since Arvin had made his confession. A quick look at her face would reveal that she was boiling mad. Arvin glanced at her and immediately paled. This was the exact reaction he was afraid of. He knew he had to cool Mina down quickly or something could go horribly wrong.

“Mina, please don’t go after her. I don’t want to hurt her. I just need her to leave me alone.”

“Oh, my dear, sweet Arvin, that’s where you and I differ,” Mina said softly. “You see, I do want to hurt her. Very much so. In fact, I do believe that it’s what I am going to do.”

Arvin looked around helplessly. He couldn’t control Mina when she got in a rage, and both of them knew it. He’d never had a situation like this, where he couldn’t do anything.

Malvory spoke up. “Mina, ah agree with you.”

Everyone looked at her. That was not what they expected to hear.

“Alexis for darn sure needs to pay for makin’ passes on Arvin,” Malvory continued. “But it’s gotta be done carefully. We can’t actually hurt her or Brexle will have our hides.”

“Then give me a magic potion or something, I don’t know!” Mina snarled. “But do it fast! She’s got a meeting with the karma loan shark, and it’s collection day!”

Nigel leaned back in his chair. “Use a plant.”

Mina stopped and looked at him confusedly. “What?”

“Use a plant,” Nigel said again. “One of Arvin’s odd magic ones. That way the revenge still comes from you but she’ll think it was sourced from Arvin. She’ll get the message that neither you nor Arvin want anything to do with her and she’ll leave him alone. Plus, none of Arvin’s plants have any permanent effects, so no lasting harm will be done. Easy peasy.”

Everyone was silent for a bit. Then, Leonard said, “Nigel, has anyone ever told you that you’re a genius?”

Nigel smirked. “No, my dear brother, they haven’t. Why don’t you say it again?”

Arvin fidgeted. “Well, I don’t know… I still feel weird about it…”

Mina smacked him on the back of the head. “Babe, you don’t have a say in this right now. I’m doing this for you. Now, what kind of fruit do you have to get revenge on that airhead bitchtits?”

Arvin thought for a moment. “Well, there is that new one… but it’s not really right for the circumstances.”

“Why, what does it do?” Ted asked.

And Arvin told them exactly what he thought it would do.

Mina clapped her hands excitedly. “That’s perfect! The whole thing sounds wildly uncomfortable! She’ll never want to go near that greenhouse again!”

Arvin shook his head. “Well, if you really want to, I guess I won’t stop you…”

Mina stood up and kissed him on the forehead. “Oh, sugar, you know you can’t.”

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Alexis hurried over to Arvin’s greenhouse. She had gotten a text message from him just a little while ago saying that he needed her ASAP. It sounded like her week of cajoling had finally paid off. She felt triumphant and very horny.

“Soon that fat dick will be all mine!” she gloated to herself.

She rushed into the greenhouse and called out, “Arvie! I’m hee~eere!”

She heard no answer and soon realized that there seemed to be nobody in the greenhouse. In fact, it looked exactly the same as it did the day she had first been there, with the exception of a large bowl of juicy-looking pods on the table in the back. Frustrated, she turned to go, but suddenly, a girl with short black hair and very large tits walked into the greenhouse.

“You must be Alexis,” the girl said.

“Yeah? And who are you, bitch? Looking for my man?”

The girl laughed. “Oh, you think he’s your man? How cute.”

Alexis didn’t know who this girl thought she was, but she was making her very annoyed. She decided to act a bit harder.

“Yeah, he IS my man, you cow, and I can prove it!”

The girl laughed again. “How? He’s not even here right now. You’re gonna eat those fruits or something? Sure, go ahead.”

Alexis narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, I will eat one of these fruits! He left them here for me!” She walked over to the bowl of pods and picked one up. It was round, smooth, and green, kind of like a very large pea. She looked straight into the annoying girl’s eyes and bit into it. Her mouth was flooded with a thick, viscous juice. It tasted sour and had a pretty unpleasant texture, but she ate every bite of it, the whole time staring right at the girl.

When she was finished, the girl folded her arms. “Wow. You sure showed me. I guess you are his girl.”

Alexis began to walk towards her. “Yeah, and if you don’t fuck off right now, I’ll - “ She was cut off by her stomach making a very strange rumbling noise.

The black-haired girl smiled. “You idiot. Never accept food from strangers.”

Alexis doubled over, clutching her stomach. “What… you mean you put…”

The girl walked over to her. “That’s right, you conniving slut. Me. I am Arvin’s girl, and I don’t want to see you anywhere near him ever again, you hear me?”

Alexis felt very odd, as though her blood was moving slower. “You bitch…”

The girl laughed again. “Call me whatever you want. It won’t change the fact that I’ve had my revenge. I hope you like plants.”

Alexis suddenly heard a ripping sound, and she looked down to see her shoes being completely torn up by what seemed to be green roots. She tried to move her feet, but realized that the roots were her feet, connecting her firmly to the ground. She sank to her knees, her legs becoming green and sinuous as well, and her vision was blurring. She tried to yell, but it felt like her throat didn’t work properly.

She started to panic, but just as quickly found herself incapable of thinking of anything but how thirsty she was. If she had been able to recognize the changes she was going through, she would have seen the rest of her clothes ripping as her legs joined and thickened and her torso widened. Her hands changed into leaves and her joints vanished as her limbs were replaced with flexible stalks. She was affixed to the ground and her head was elongating into a pitcher-like shape, with an opening where her mouth once was. Her eyes were covered up by pale green leaves with pink spots, and all of her bones seemed to melt away.

With a final desperate wriggle for freedom, Alexis suddenly stopped and stood quite still. She wouldn’t know it until much later, but she was a plant now. A 3 ½ foot tall pseudo-anthropomorphic pitcher plant like thing, complete with roots, leaves, and flower. She could hear, but she couldn’t see or speak. She could think, but just barely, and it was all about how much she needed liquid. And she didn’t care about anything else, either. She was a very simple creature before, and she was an even simpler one now.

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Arvin walked into the greenhouse and stood next to Mina. It was almost hard to believe that the aberration in front of him was Alexis, but he knew it was.

“It didn’t have to be this way, Alexis,” he said. “But you left us with no choice.”

Alexis didn’t respond, but Arvin knew that she heard him.

Mina held his hand and looked up at him. “So, what do we do with her now?”

“She’ll stay like that for about a week, then the changes will revert and she’ll go back to normal. Not a single instance of the whole experience will be pleasant, even the stuff she would have normally enjoyed. Oh, yeah, we’ll need someone to come in and ‘water’ her every day, and I will not be doing that.”

Mina laughed and leaned on him. “Oh? Why not?”

Arvin looked down at her, and she noticed that his ears were a bit longer than usual. “Because I’ve got you to keep me busy.”

Mina smiled. “I like the sound of that,” she said, starting to feel a bit warm. Her shirt started to feel tight.

“What do you say? Shall we go to my dorm?”

“I think that’s just an absolutely wonderful idea.”

As Mina and Arvin walked away, their legs a little more awkward than usual, neither of them gave Alexis a second thought. But why don’t we focus on her for a little while. We already know how Mina and Arvin’s scene is going to go.

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A short while later, a freshman boy walked by on his way back to his dorm, and saw the sign on the greenhouse door. “Special jerk-off plant inside!” it said. Curious, the boy, who we’ll call Jack for now, put down his bag outside and slowly opened the door. He stepped inside and locked it behind him.

There were rows of planter boxes in the greenhouse, but off in one corner stood a very large plant. It was the weirdest plant the boy had ever seen, with a strange, human-like look to it and a large, open bulb at the top. He went over to it and examined it. He concluded that this thing was probably the jerk-off plant.

Now, I must advise you not to go sticking your dick into strange plants. There are many reasons why this can and will go very wrong. But you have to understand that this is a hormonal 18-year-old boy who has been practically invited to have his dick sucked by a plant. Put yourself in his shoes for a minute. Would you not shove your dick straight into that plant’s waiting orifice? I’d be willing to bet you would.

Jack unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. The same happened with his boxers. He had a pretty average penis, just under 6 inches, but he didn’t think that a plant would be very picky. He put his flaccid cock up to the opening of the plant, and almost as if it had a mind of its own, it closed a little bit around him.

Jack inserted the entirety of his dick into the bulb, including his balls. It tightened around him to perfectly fit the shape of his cock. It was soft and warm and wet on the inside, and it felt extremely good. He gently thrust his hips forward and back, and it might have been just his imagination, but it felt as though the plant was actively sucking his cock.

The plant squeezed in all the right places, applying gentle pressure to the head and moving around his balls. It moved back and forth along his shaft, and seemed to be trying to literally squeeze every drop of cum Jack had out of him. Figuring there was no point in trying to endure for a plant, Jack didn’t resist when he felt the urge to cum, and blasted his whole load directly down the plant’s orifice.

Spent, his dick softened again, and he extracted it from the strange plant. The plant opened again, and if he looked from the right angle, he could see his cum collected in a basin at the bottom of the plant. He put his clothes back on and left the greenhouse, thinking that he had to tell his friends about this one.

As for the plant, it stood alone once again, eagerly waiting its next load. It would get one again soon, and then another, and another. Turns out a free blowjob is pretty popular among single college guys.