The Starchild's garden

Humming to herself Soraka slowly tended to her garden, which had recently grown out of control. As if possessed it had spread all across the yard and growing to lengths enough to resemble going deep into a jungle whenever she wanted to see the walkway that she took into town. It had taken the better part of a day but finally she had managed to tame it, clumps of magically-shredded grass tossed around haphazardly as she surveyed her yard. Sighing with both relief and exhaustion she wiped sweat from her brow and her mind drifted to the tea she had chilling inside, before she felt something take hold of her ankles.

In the next second she was upside down and suspended mid-air by vines holding her ankles tightly. A mess of vines surged in from the shrubbery that lay just beyond Soraka's property, and Soraka's eyes widened as Zyra's distinctive facade came into view, a dull and almost insulted look on the woman's face as she sauntered in, obviously displeased about how Soraka had spent the day. A single tendril whipped out from the plant-woman's back, and cracked across Soraka's well sized and sweat-stained chest. Recoiling in pain the starchild hit the ground as vines sprouted from the ground binding her arms and legs and leaving her at Zyra's mercy. "W-wai-" she began before a vine found it's way into her mouth, her eyes wide with fear as it probed and pressed it's way down her throat. Gagging and choking she contorted in pain until her body involuntarily took in breath, and a split vine slid into her windpipe, feeding her oxygen manually. Tears streaming down her face she met eyes once more with the half-plant monster that had her in her grasp, who wore the most curious look she'd ever seen.

Feeling the first tendril slide back and forth in her throat she surrendered her will, completely unable to resist as the curious sensation rocked her body. Zyra's hand slid over her neck, as a sensation she had never felt before went up and down her throat. It had been a long time that she had bound and caught something rather than just killing it, and it was the first time she had done it in this body. "You live this time starchild, but only as long as you remain docile. I have something to confirm." she commanded, as Soraka nodded submissively. Smiling, another pair of vines rose from the ground and tore Soraka's clothes to shreds, firmly grasping and binding her breasts, teasing and prodding at her unwilling pussy. The tips of her vines split open and attached themselves to Soraka's nipples, pulling and tweaking as a large pod erupted from the ground beneath her, pressed up against her still-resistant pussy. As she watched Zyra let her head lull back as a large flower bloomed behind her, letting her relax as new sensations washed over her.

The exquisite contrast of sharp pains and gentle pleasure met every second as her body mirrored what she forced onto Soraka. The leaves that held tight to the frail human body she had stolen peeled away and she inspected her own stiff nipples, reveling in the pleasure for a short while before turning her attention back to Soraka. Blushing deep red her head lolled about as she tried to resist the feedback from Zyra, the pain and pleasure in her own body was more than enough, but now she had to contend with Zyra's body- and she could not. Without warning a moan forced its way out of her, and in that moment the pod that had been waiting pressed itself completely into Soraka's unprepared pussy. Crying out first in pain, and then unrestrained pleasure as the pod released chemicals and hormones into her body, forcing ecstasy upon her. Sliding in and out rapidly the starchild was no match for Zyra's manipulation, vines wrapped tight around her body and drugged mindless.

Completely limp as her body was assaulted the sexdrunk celestial could barely register the sight of Zyra sprawled across her flower, almost overwhelmed in pleasure, her clarity of mind only adding to how titillating the mixing sensations were. Her fingers slid in and out of her pussy as her free hand groped and squeezed at her chest. Orgasm after orgasm washed over Soraka's body, leaving her a quivering mess on the ground as Zyra moaned and contorted in response, licking her lips delightedly each and every time, until finally Soraka's body gave out on her. Zyra frowned as her brow furrowed, the pleasure dying in that instant. Flicking her hand angrily the vines released Soraka and threw her haphazardly aside, the evidence of her assault sinking back into the ground as the plant-woman slunk away. "Filthy unreliable mammals." she scoffed as she disappeared into the forest.


Soraka sighed, it had been another long day of tending to her garden, and she had barely managed to tame it. All day she had felt an inexplicable concerned knot in her stomach, nothing could make it go away and it was only there when she was gardening.  Sighing she shook her head and closed her eyes until she felt something brush past her ankle, her eyes opening wide in a panic. Why did this feel familiar?