Peachy, Dandy (+ story)

Keeping up the presentability of the royal castle's labyrinthine garden is a necessity, less so than a matter of preference - but royalty seeing to it in absence of the gardener is not quite as necessary, it now occurs to the princess as she struggles to hold a volleyball-sized piranha plant bulb away from herself with outstretched arms. Weeds like this getting past the castle walls - burrowing below, or being carried by wildlife as seeds over - was nothing new, but this one... its stem is unusually long and thick for its size, writhing powerfully, slapping bodily at her arms and sides, as she just barely holds it away from her by the succulent leaves surrounding the bulb, its "lips" open wide as it continues trying to reach at her. Another oddity - no visible thorns on the stem or inside the bulb - gives Peach pause as she stumbles back from the plant that ambushed her with a lunge at her shoulder from an unkempt bush deep in the gardens, which only proves to be a dangerous distraction, as the plant seals its bulb tight, still facing her, and then makes a short lunge toward her face, its lips unsealing and sending a thick warm cloud of purple-pink mist into her face.

Still catching her breath from the struggle, the shocked princess gulps down a good mouthful or the rich, sweet-tasting pollen, squinting and stumbling back, turning away and coughing, her right palm facing at the offending piranha plant - putrid piranha? in a garden this hot and dry? they are never spotted outside of swamps... and their vapours are supposed to be foul - her mind races, as her mouth turns dry and her head swims from the fumes. Her confused train of thought is interrupted suddenly, as she feels something warm and wet clamp around her defensively outstretched hand, and yank her back into the lazily descending cloud of pollen suspended in pink gas, swirling it around, and forcing her to drop on her knees. The plant seals it bulb around her hand, and wraps powerfully around her forearm, like a snake, squeezing it tightly, causing her to gasp, inadvertently swallowing some more of the sweet, thick fume, as she uses her left hand to try and force the coils of the stem off of her arm.

The princess brings her knee up, planting a foot down to brace herself as she pulls away from the plant with a grunt, forcing a stalemate as she starts to unwind the thick vine off of her arm, her right hand chewed slowly by the toothless lips of the plant, slathered in its thick and sticky nectar, making her grit her teeth in disgust as her trapped hand starts gradually going numb, already feeling insidious warmth under the skin as the toxic syrup seeps into it.
Slowly, from within the leaves of the messy hedge in front of her, more of the emerald-green succulent leaves emerge - arresting her attention and causing her to freeze, staring wide-eyed, as another, notably larger piranha plant opens up in front of her, its meaty, glistening leaves unfolding to expose its bulb, as big as a pumpkin, its mouth opening slowly and its tongue sagging out, thick nectar dripping lazily from it. The princess locks up as she realizes what she is facing - the solitary piranha plants, even poisonous ones, are little more than traps for unaware travelers; dangerous to a degree, but harmless at distance, and stationary... if there are two here... are these pack hunters?

The large bulb facing her directly slowly inches forward - and as Peach sees the stem extend by its sides, realizing it is slowly preparing to strike, its stem snaking behind its bulb as it keeps its smugly grinning maw open, all the time she wasted catches up with her, and she pushes away with her foot, gaining just a few inches of extra distance as the fist plant's stem now secured her left hand with a tight coil to her upper right arm, as she shouts at the top of her lungs: "HE-lmppph!!!" - interrupted instantly as the predatory plant lunges at her, the pink and purple interior of its maw momentarily filling her vision before everything goes dark, its lips sealing around her entire face, under her chin and over the crown of her head, knocking her powerfully back and down into the unkempt grass.
The thick tongue of the plant pushes powerfully and unceremoniously at her lower face, covering her lips and nose in its thick saliva-like nectar, some getting into her lips and onto her tongue, the rich, sweet flavor from the pollen in the air on her tongue magnifying tenfold. The thicker stem of the large plant curls around her side as it slithers onto her, over her shoulder and behind her neck, holding her head firmly planted into its maw even as Peach thrashes wildly on the grass, panicking, forcing her left hand out of the coil of the first plant, and trying to peel the one smothering her off of her face, trying uselessly to push away at its leaves.

Suddenly the predatory, smothering kiss of the plant allows Peach to draw in a wheezing inhales, the tongue leaving her face - and swallowing in a lungful of thick gas, as the large plant extrudes it, over its tongue, and into her lips and nostrils, the sensation of the thick fumes in her chest driving her to further panic, her legs kicking at the dirt, her free arm pounding uselessly at the succulent leaves of the bulb sealed tightly around her face, its heavy stem piling on her midsection, preventing her from moving anywhere. In the darkness of the heavy, greedy kiss, the princess' eyes roll up, as she feels her airways open up, the contents of the fumes preventing her from coughing as she originally did, making her gasp for more instead, as she takes another quick panicked half-a-lungful in, and then another, before scrambling to slip her fingers under the lip of the large plant pressing at the temple of her head, her muffled voice barely penetrating the thickness of the bulb: "Nno- no, someone help m-". The touch on the lips only provokes the plant to push on her face heavier, pinning her head down into the soft grass and ground below, and for its tongue to return at her face, pushing into her gasping mouth and at her nose, smothering her again, and letting its nectar flow over her own tongue, silencing her.

The princess starts writhing desperately again, but as she tries to squirm away from under the carnivorous flower piled onto her, her chest feels warmer, the sweet toxic pollen in her lungs warming her body, the heat seeping into her heart and slowing its frantic beat, her kicking legs' frenzied dance gradually slowing down as her muscles are slowly relaxed by the thick fumes surrounding her. Her dry mouth filled with the sweet nectar, she swallows instinctively, the rich flowery juice warming her on its way down like a stiff drink, Peach still trying to turn to face left or right to evade the suffocating pliable tongue covering her face from the bridge of her nose to her chin, and failing, as the massive pumpkin-sized bulb pushes dominantly down at her head, its soft lips still sealed securely around her face, keeping her in place.
As her struggle grows weaker, the pounding of her left arm's fist on the leaves turning to weak scratching along their smooth glistening surface, her right arm, now swallowed by the first plant down to her elbow, licked and slathered in its sweet toxic saliva grow limper by the second, her legs' kicking degrading into slow pushes at the garden floor below, the heels of her sandals sliding uselessly over the grass - the suffocating stationary lick of the plant slowly peels off of her nose, letting her pull in a wheezing inhale again, yet more pollen flowing into her nostrils, making her shudder as it does, and relaxing her body further, allowing her to release a few pleading muffled groans, inaudible past a few feet away from the scene of predation...


Gradually, as the heavy plant on her face continue to feed her its poison, exhaling its fumes into her nose, and slowly writhing its pliant, nectar-soddened tongue into her lips, Peach's senses alter. Her lungs start feeling better, warmer, fuller, as she inhales the pollen, the taste of the liquid on her tongue arresting her focus, the feeling of swallowing it becoming less alien and more pleasant by the second - and slowly, her already weakened struggle starts to fade, her legs resting still, her right fist, now deep in the soft and tight stem of the smaller plant, opens up, her fingers sinking into the tight tunnel of the "gullet" of the plant, feeling the nectar inside, as thick as sap, fill the space between her fingers, her left arm falling down from clutching the plant kissing her head, and into its coil on her stomach and chest, feeling them smoothly and slowly writhe atop her slowly expanding and contracting chest. Her shoulders lower and relax, as she starts taking long, deep inhales of the exotic piranha plant's vapours, her body starting to feel better, as if softened after a long hot bath, gradually going limp and pleasantly relaxed. The bulb kissing her face softens its lips' seal as she reduces her struggles, and slowly brings up its stem curled under her back and neck, gently raising her into a seated position, as the thick loops of its stem piled onto her stomach slide off of her, and hook under her, wrapping slowly, almost sensually around her waist and under her behind, and raising her up, keeping her aloft in a lounging position.

Within the plant's maw, Peach's face blushes copiously now, her eyes half-lidded and rolled back, inhaling the sweet pink fumes readily, almost needily, as her lips close and suckle on the thick pale-pink tongue still in her mouth, collecting more of the nectar and gulping it down thirstily, the sweetness of the scents and flavors gradually eclipsing her sense of self-preservation, filling her mind and pacifying her body. The coils of the plant's stem wrap languidly around her hips, and around her legs, bringing her slowly over the hedge from which she was ambushed - her body and legs squirming a little just to feel the plant grasp her, as she starts to submit to it, making it clench its coils tightly around her, pushing her sandals off of her, and kissing her face a little heavier, to which she moans softly and lets her body grow limp.
The greenery rustles notably loudly as Peach is carried over it, feeling light-headed, weightless, and utterly relaxed, her free arm wrapped around the plant kissing her so sweetly, her relaxed right arm brought up over her head and behind her - and as she feels the coils of the plant's vine slacken off of her legs, its kiss softens, and she feels a warm, soft, damp surface under her stockings-clad feet. Her mind addled, filled with the pleasant sensation of the carnivorous plant sweetly and gently poisoning her, she pushes her feet down at the surface, spreading her toes to feel more of it, her hand reaching out forward and laying on some supple, smooth surface, as the kiss slowly leaves her face, provoking her to try and lean after it - until her eyes glance past its wide open maw...
And see the largest piranha plant she ever saw, the giant bulb wider across than her arm span, its smiling wide-open lips thicker than her waist, her left hand resting atop the upper one, visibly sinking into its supple softness, its massive tongue as large as her bed - as it reaches out under her feet and legs, and licksg slowly up under her, riding her skirt up, as the coils of the previous plant slowly lower her onto its soft, pliant, salivating tongue.

Peach's legs twitch a few times, as the saliva of the great tongue seeps through her thin stockings and into her feet, the muscles immediately feeling softer and warmer than they ever did, as if she just had had a long, relaxing foot massage. The princess moans softly, the nectar still covering her lower face stretching between her lips, as the large bulb by her cheek licks at the side of her face, almost cradling her head in the crook of its tongue, from her jaw to her hairline, while the bulb around her raised upper arm licks back up from her elbow, releasing her arm from its stem, and taking some time to chew softly and lick at her palm and fingers, its tongue pressing between them as it hungrily and insistently tastes her palm.
Gradually, as the coils of the plant lower Peach onto the tongue of the massive bulb, she exhales with a shuddering moan, her pollen-filled lungs releasing a visible cloud of the fumes, just as the plant at the side of her face does. Her legs grow limp as she is slid down along the tongue, its tip slipping up along her back and riding her shirt up to expose her belly - while the thick and syrupy strings of nectar fall from the palate of the massive bulb's maw and onto her legs, relaxing their muscles, her heels sinking down into the plush expanse at the base of the tongue as it grows softer closer to its thick base. The princess arches her back needily, as the overwhelming bouquet of sensations fills her, the deep relaxation in her muscles, the sweetness in her mouth and satisfying thickness of fumes in her lungs making her head and body feel pleasantly filled, and drunk, and numb, and yet making her want more, desire more, instinctual and primal thirst for the unique pleasure making her forget everything but the source of the nectar slathering her lower body, and the fumes that billow smoothly and voluminously out from the maw she is being brought into, over her skin and into her face, to be inhaled readily by her.

The coils of the plant gradually widen and pass over her head as the massive tongue slips up her back, the medium-sized bulb kissing the back of her head goodbye as the tip of the huge tongue slips up the back of her neck and over her head, supporting her and letting/forcing her to relax her neck muscles, to surrender to the giant tongue, as it is bringing her in, almost her entire body now slipped within its huge, plush, pale-grass colored lips. Her right hand is surrendered by the smaller plant as well, uncoiled and allowed to fall onto the tongue behind her head, as she is smoothly pulled into the velvet, glistening, pastel-purple expanse of the massive plant's bulb.
The lips of the giant piranha plant nearly close behind her, leaving just a small crevice to allow a faint light from behind her to reach in, illuminating the extra thick gaseous fumes around her, speckles pf pollen infused in it, flowing around her and over her, covering her, making her feel hot all over, relaxed and content. The plant continues to salivate the nectar - that now falls slowly and warmly onto her, into her hair and running down her face, into her open and greedily inhaling lips, on her lolled out tongue, her senses slowly and gradually overwhelmed with pleasure, as she sinks into the pliant expanse of the giant stupefyingly soft and sweet tongue, her lungs filled with the dense pink fumes, making her head swim powerfully, forgetting up and down, enveloped by the softest expanse from below, and poured on by rich and sweet nectar from above, seeping into her skin, softening all of her body's muscles - making her feel most relaxed she has ever been in her life.

Slowly, the massive plant raises to face up - and Peach inside feels herself gradually slide down the huge tongue she rests in, the softness of it making her limbs sink into it. Her arms wrap around it, one reaching aside to press down and grip its supple flesh, another staying behind her head, pressing into the underflesh of its tip as it rests atop her head, salivating down through her hair and over her face, enveloping her with its softly dominating support, her fingers digging effortlessly into it, its warmth seeping into her already nearly numb hand - as swell as into her body from below, the sultry warmth of the pliant tongue itself mixing with the intoxicating heat permeating into her body from below.
As princess-turned-plantfood slides down along the massive tongue toward its yet somehow softer base, the middle of the tongue rises up, making her back arch gently, as her feet and lower legs sink into the malleable base of the tongue - and slowly, she is pressed up at the soft palate of the plant's maw, the soft pressure of her softened, heated body provoking and additional release of nectar that floods into her mouth, over her skin and through her clothing, seeping into her skin and making it feel so warm its almost burns with the most pleasant burn of her life, as Peach, pinned to the palate of a huge piranha plant's mouth by its tongue, feels more relaxed and peaceful than she imagined possible.

Gradually, the press of the meaty tongue at her back undulates, letting her slide between its supple surface and the copiously salivating palate - down, past the base of the tongue, and into the stem of the massive plant. Her feet are gently brought together - the change that she can barely feel, numbed thoroughly by the toxic syrup of the carnivorous flora - and as she glances down over her nectar-slathered body, her stockings, garter belt, panties and gardening clothing soddened thoroughly, she sees her feet disappear into a dark, snug opening at the base of the tongue. Her mid almost completely overwhelmed by the addictive juices and vapours around her, the princess can only feel happy excitement as she realizes how much richer the nectar must be at its source, pressing her head back into the tongue she slides down, sinking into its soft expanse down to her ears with a prolonged moan, her smiling mouth opening wide open as she feels the warmth enveloping half her head, and shudders as she feels the stem sling to her ankles, and gently pull her down along.
The swallow comes, as the lips of the massive plant close behind Peach, leaving her in the soft, sweet, hot darkness of the plant's bulb - not that she minds, as the senses other than sight control her desires entirely now. Her eyes already long unfocused and glazed over by the intense pleasure, she can only pant for what pollen she can a still inhale, and writhes slowly, to sink into and feel as much of the plush tongue at her back as possible, its enveloping embrace, its insidious warmth that penetrates to her very bones, filling her with pacifying heat. As Peach starts squirming in the throes of toxic ecstasy, the swallowing of the plant's "gullet" pulls her deeper in, clenching around her lower legs and bringing her smoothly into the vine up to her hips, pushing her skirt up - next swallow washing down her legs and squeezing them to sink her down to her chest in a slow, smooth motion. Nectar now starting to pool around her waist, Peach feels the pressure of the swallowing stem around her midsection, and tries to worm her left arm down into it, to feel the sweet grasp of the irresistible predatorial plant, her right still digging into the soft tongue above her - and as another swallow comes, slathering her entire body in the sweetest juice, seizing her up to her neck, with one of her last coherent thoughts, the princess realizes what has happened to the vanished gardener.

Quietly, deep in the back of the giant piranha plant's bulb, an invisible from the outside swallow hides the princess of the castle into the plant's neck, a barely notable bulge lowering smoothly into the plant's 4-foot thick long stem.
Peach's head now taken into the plant, compressed between the nectar-seeping fold of succulent, soft plant flesh, she loses all capacity of coherent thoughts, the condensed pollen permeating into her body - her eyes roll back and she loses herself to the infinite softness and sweetness around her.
Only the plant itself feels the fingers of her hand shudder weakly, just before being swallowed down, at last - its plush green lips formed into a never-changing smug smile.

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