Forgetting to study for the Botany Final

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Ahem, my name is Lucinda Bee, junior sorceress and third year botany student, here to undertake my final botany exam for the semester. I understand that I will be expected to describe and demonstrate the proper handling of an unknown plant species, which will be revealed once the test begins. I understand that the exam I'm about to undertake is to be performed solely by me, with no outside assistance while classmates stand witness.

I understand that receiving the aid of any person, creature, enchantment, or spell of any kind, other than those expressly permitted by the test giver, is grounds for an immediate expulsion. I understand that through reciting this oath, it shall become binding, and that any attempt to break these vows will be exposed to my classmates and to my professor. Okay, can I begin? Cool, let's lift off the veil.

It's a big one. It's, oh, uh, that's, what's it called? Shoot, I know this! Um, I think it's a, um, slither vine? No, this has more structure.

Almost like a body, where all the vines all meet and tangle together. Covered in bulbs? Sacks? So it can't be slither vine.

Uh, well, it has vines. Big ones. And they're moving.

Slowly. They're responding to the light, maybe? No, it looks like they're attracted to sound.

To my voice. Okay, so it's likely a predator plant of some kind. And the tendrils are following me as I move around it.

They might be attracted to warmth. Body heat. Oh, so probably not a predator.

This one might be seeking me out for, oh, for reproduction. There's a few plants that rely on humans, especially females, as part of their life cycle. Like the deflowerer flower, whose pollen acts as a powerful aphrodisiac to entice women to, um, impregnate themselves.

Or the snatchlicker slime. Its secretions are harmless, but it can dissolve clothing. It covers your entire lower body for hours while it lays its spores inside you.

Apparently it's supposed to feel amazing. Uh, where was I? Oh, yeah, so the best way to handle these is just to keep distance.

Don't let yourself be grabbed or inhale any spores, and try to calm the plant into dormancy. So, I'm going to start with a simple charm to lull it back to sleep. Somnus.

Hey, it grabbed my wrist as soon as I lifted my wand. It's wrapped around there pretty tight. Let go.

I can't get it to let go. No, no, no, I know the rules. I don't need help.

I'm fine, really. Look, I've still got my wand. I can just use my other hand.

Somnum Solus. It's quick and smart. It knew to grab my wrist as soon as I started casting a spell.

It's. .. it's probably.

.. oh, I know. It's a witch hazer.

They're attracted to especially potent sources of magic. So they've evolved to defend themselves against spell casting. And they lie in wait for a rich source of magical energy to come near so that they can plant their seeds.

And when they find a potential mate, they start by binding their wrists like this. And that's when the rest of the plant comes alive. All of the vines, they start creeping toward her like these ones are doing now.

I remember. They're completely blind, but they can hear and sense body heat. So they start feeling their way around, tracing my body like this.

No, no, it's okay. I've got it under control. Don't worry.

I'm just gonna. .. I'm just gonna.

.. I'm just gonna let it feel its way around over my ankles, my arms, my chest. Getting the outline of my body and touching me everywhere.

Sometimes when one manages to grab onto you, it's best to not struggle too much. Because the vines are much too strong for a human to overpower. So really you just end up hurting yourself.

But if you let it take charge, see how it's holding me now? Kind of like it's cradling me? There's more vines wrapping around my legs and arms, around my chest and my thighs.

It's such a firm grip, but it's so gentle as it lifts me up. So now it's sneaking one tendril, no, two under my shirt. That's because it's looking for my breast.

This is an important part of the breeding process because it. .. It's because it evolved a really unique way of subduing its partner.

I can feel it lifting my bra under there, pulling it off my. .. I mean, like I was saying, it has a unique way of subduing its partner.

It needs to get at the breast because those thinner tendrils, those. .. The thinner ones, they have nibs at the end, which they latch onto your breast and.

.. Oh, god, it's. ..

They secrete the substance that gets absorbed through the nipples. It makes you want to. ..

What was I saying? It's hard to think straight. No, please, please don't stop the test.

I'm just. .. I'm just demonstrating for the class.

We can keep going. See the secretion? It gets pumped in like this, directly into the breast and.

.. Oh, it feels like. ..

It feels like it's sucking. Oh, god, it feels so good. And it empties your mind and fills it back up with thoughts of breeding, of being bred, of fantasies of being pumped full of its seed.

I. .. I read about this, but I never.

.. I never thought I'd actually get to try it. Once.

.. Once its prey is totally helpless, that's when the vines around the ankles and thighs start to pull, lifting me into the air, spreading my legs wide. Those vines.

.. Those are for holding you still, but these vines, these. ..

It keeps hidden and secure until. .. Until it's ready to procreate.

You see how thick and veiny those ones are, with the smooth, wet tips? They're for planting seeds in its mate. See how they're creeping in, drawn to the warmest parts of my body? They must be able to feel the heat between my thighs.

What's it doing? Yes, touch me there! I can feel it looping around my tannies, ripping them off.

I can't move at all. It couldn't close my legs even if I wanted to. Is it going to? I can feel it inside of me.

Knocking me, filling me up. Don't stop! Don't let it stop! Don't you dare fucking stop! It's gripping me so tight! Every inch of me cradled has big, strong vines while it pumps inside of me.

This is the final stage of the breeding process. When it begins to pump inside of its helpless prey, making her feel so good, so wet, I can shoot inside of her, fill up her womb with seeds, depending on how long it's been since it's found a partner. I can go for hours, pumping her full of its juices.

All of those bulbs on its body, they look so full. It must be bursting. Desperate to shoot load after sticky load.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I've read so many books about this.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, I've read so many books about this. There's textbooks on all the different kinds of living plant.

All the ones that use humans to breed. I remember. Oh, fuck.

Every description, every diagram. All the ways they could violate a witch who wandered into the wilds alone. I'm imagining them being raped for days.