Izzy factory
This is a story made up.. well.. along time ago. Originally it posted the type of plant it represented. A Gentia. Which is basically a yellow flower. The story was longer but had the same amount of action. Since people wanted action less the story, I made it short for this sight and changed the characters.
If there is any suggestions, feel free to post.
A fox family, a mother, a father and a daughter, who was probably 5 years. Walks through a vegetation factory for green projects. The mother and father were very interested in this, while the daughter was bored out of her mind. Her name was Izzy. She wore a dark purple skirt with lighter purple leggings. She had on a bow on her ear and white panties under her leggings. She also had little pink sneakers, with no shoe strings.
The parents were on a tour. They seem to be very interested in what has to be said. Izzy just doesn't care. Once the tour stops for a bit she looks around. She spots a door that has "DANGER, DO NOT ENTER" on it. Her curiosity had to be satisfied, without any hesitation she runs over and opens the door to look in. She had to leap a little to pull the handle.
After a minute she walks in and glances at a huge room. A single solid metal pathway leads from on wall to the other. On both sides of the path was ground and grass. The huge room also had huge flowers. They were more the 30 feet from the path. Izzy walked to the edge of the path and saw a single fence rope line with bold letters on a sign saying, "DO NOT CROSS".
She blinked at it and then looked over at the garden of huge flowers, each at least 12 feet high. She smiled a bit and took a step under the rope, bending down to go under the fence line. She paused as if trying to see if something bad would happen. But nothing did. She laughed and took off running, her tail swaying in the run.
She ran in the flowers and walks alongside them. She sat down and just stared upwards in amazement at the yellow flowers. Her tail swayed and ears flickered a bit. She did not see something coming from under the ground behind her.
A root, a single root lifted slowly, sensing its target un-prepared and off guard. After arching up, it shot forward. Izzy gave a yip of surprise as a long tendril coiled around her body and arms, effectively pinning her arms to her sides. The 5 year old fox squirmed and then was suddenly pulled back, slowly and slowly. She grunted and kicked out, squirming to get away from whatever this was.
She gritted teeth trying to raise her arms. Her ears lay back. She did not notice two more roots in front of her. They both shot out for her legs, grabbing her ankles. She looked down and saw two roots around her ankles, and kicked furiously now. Her body left the ground. "No!" She said, trying to tell the creature that she did not want this happening.
She was turned around to face the stem of a flower. Her ankles were held solid, though her legs were free to kick as they pleased. She grunted and tried to force the plant to let go of her. The plant then started to move, which drew her attention. She watched it lean down, and lowered its petals towards her. The open bud was very clear to see, and had 4 tendril like stamen. They extended heading towards the now panicking fox. She did not know what the plant was but didn't want it touching her.
The long tentacle stamen wrapped around her legs, and two worked their way in the root coil to grip her arms. As the roots let go, she was pulled into a sprawl and was further taken from the ground as the plant raised back up a bit. The tentacles grew longer. She struggled and wiggled around, tears starting to work up as she was close to screaming out for help.
The tentacles still held her arms by her wrists and the tips when into her sleeves of her dress, and snaked their way in the clothing. The ones around her legs gripped her around the knee area, and snaked upwards in her skirting. Both took a separate path. One forced its way into her tight leggings and down one leg, while the other coiled around her squirmy furry body to her chest, where it met the two around her arms.
All paused now. She grunted, still protesting against this plant. The tendrils suddenly widened and then pulled separately, and ripping was heard. She struggled feeling all her cloths suddenly coming loose. Then there was a loud tear noise and her skirt and leggings was torn to shreds. She screamed, more out of surprise. Her wiggles caused her shoes to fall off. Other than her white panties, the 5 year old fox was completely nude.
The two tentacles around her thighs snaked their way up into her panties, entering the leg slots. Izzy squirmed more, and then heard a similar rip. She was sprawled out, naked now. She didn't stop fighting. The flower retracted its stamen and started pulling her closer to the bud. She was positioned right in the middle of the bud, and then it started to close. Izzy yelled out as it was beginning to become clear to her that she was about to be trapped. The bud completely closed with her inside. Her voice was drowned out. You would have to be right next to it to hear her.
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Intermission
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The inside of the flower was dark. Izzy, the five year old fox was still gripped by the tendril like stamen. Her arms was forced left and right, and her knee area was being held upwards, with both her legs. She could hardly see, and the light that penetrated the flower petals was only yellow. She looked down, her tail swayed, moving from over the middle section of the flower. She saw then a hole leading down the center of the bud. Her privates was just over the hole.
She started to squirm again. Not a few minutes later, she heard something coming from the hole. She looked back at it, and saw something slowly rising from it. It was green and gooey, a tentacle with bumps all along it. She squirmed more not knowing what this new thing would so to her. Even if she could guess, she wouldn't have expected what happened next.
The tentacle continued to slowly rise, and eventually touch her privates. It was more of them touching her that caused her to wiggle. But her lower lips started to part, which made her gasp and sway her body, trying to prevent the thing from entering.
She started to shudder now as the tendril was now farther inside. Seeing nothing else to do but shed tears, she screamed as loud as she could as she thrashed about. Her scream was cut short, replaced with a loud gasp as the thing suddenly shot upwards. A little pain went through her body.
The tendril started to pump up and down slowly and steadily, rubbing it bumps on her sensitive, yet underdeveloped walls and labia. She screamed again, yelling out for help. "Someone...!" She cried out. Her squirming made it worst. She felt something in her body rising, more of a feeling.
The tentacle start to pump faster, making her tail jolt and the little fox's breathing to pick up deeply. Her heart started racing and her eyes dilated and closed tightly. Now all that could be heard was her sorrowful moans.
Her breath became trembled as she began tightening all her muscles. The plant was moving very quickly, touch her most sensitive spots inside her. Her teeth gritted as she took in a deep gasp, and held it. The plant stopped for a sec and pushed deep into the fox. Its bumps now stuck to her insides. The 5 year old fox through her head up, opened her amber eyes and screamed from the dramatic feeling. The plant wiggled slight keeping her child orgasm prolonged.
It seemed forever for her. Suddenly the tendril stopped and she hung limp, panting from the exhaustion. Her head and sight was dazed. For a moment she felt like she was dreaming. Eventually, she blinked and looked down. The tendril was still inside her, though it wasn't moving. Was it all over?
She started to try and find a way out now, moving her arms slowly. Her ears perked back up. She looked left and started to pull with one arm and gritted teeth. Her arm was slowly sliding out of the stamen's grasp. The plant didn't seem to mind. Her arm was almost free now, he paw was all that was left. Just before it was pulled free of the stamen grasp. It shot forwards grabbing her wrist and more of her arm, pulling her back into position.
Suddenly the process started all over. The tendril inside her young pussy started pumping again. She grunted opened mouth and pulled on her legs and arms. She watched as the tendril start to go deeper. She squirmed, feeling the tension rising in her again. "No!" She yelled. "No.... UGH! No!" She tried her best to fight it.
Her screams was drowned out to nothing. She remained in the plant's capture as it sucked nurturance from her orgasmic energy. The young fox was trapped for the rest of her life in the flower, constantly being used as a food source.