Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20181119111547/@comment-36855838-20181120045715

Chuck sat on the escalator stairs, allowing himself to slowly be lifted up, the sound of Karaoke thrumming deeply through the speakers.

As he looked out over the small "courtyard" he saw countless men, a few mamono, and a few human women.

The party was in full swing, and chuck had always been a wallflower at parties.

Speaking of flowers, Chuck had just reached the top of the escalator, and as he stood from the floor, he decided to check out the nearby garden.

Some nondescript trees and ficus grew here, along with a single large flower, an Alraune who only opened her petals rarely, usually to chatter with lonesome elderly folks or lost children. She had been here since before the mall was built, and had requested a position as a garden variety security guard.

Now, her vibrant red petals had become a deeper, darker, more bloody shade.

Her leaves had withered, her stem and vines had sprouted thorns, and as Chuck approached, he felt the air temperature rising unnaturally, he pulled out his pocket knife, palming it tightly.

"Rose, are you okay in there?"

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She burst forth from her petals, hot, frothing nectar splashing all over her neighboring plants as she sprouted up.

She turned to chuck, beaming like usual, her bright green skin had begun to turn to a darker, greyish shade.

"It's Rosalyn, dearie! Don't be so informal, you'll give a girl the wrong idea."

The amount of forward-tilting she was doing to show off her ample cleavage proved to chuck that she already had the wrong idea, but he carried on anyway.

"Ms. Rosalyn, a contagion has been spreading around, turning women into hellhounds, I came to check on you, I felt I owed you that much at least."

"Thank you Chucky, I'm glad you remembered a withered old thing like me after all these years. Most young lads I helped never came back to visit me."

Chuck shurgged, but his blushing cheeks betrayed him.

"I'm not like most lads."

She yawned, the dark skin had spread up to her lips already, and was that. . .fur on her hand?

"True, Chucky, *yawn* true, and the little gal who came to see me last is not like most lasses, it's not every day you see a weresheep with dog ears."

Said dog ears had just sprouted from her head, the fur having spread over her inner body, the thorns had grown more numerous.

Only four incredibly thick vines remained thornless, all of them vrew from within the flower,and were reaching lazily for Chuck.

"C'm'in dearie, I wanna hold you again."

Chuck's blush returned full force, he recalled the day he had lost his mother and father at the mall, Ms. Rosalyn had taken him into her flower, it had been dry inside, and she had gently massaged his shoulders with her vines while gently combing through his scalp with her hands.

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Now her hands sported beautiful shiny black claws, and Chuck couldn't helpbut wonder how it would feel to be embraced by her again. Mesmerized by his thoughts of her, he failed to notice as her vines gently coaxed the knife from his hand, as they wrapped around his limbs.

He only came out of it when he was abruptly hoisted from the floor and plopped into her flower naked.

The hot nectar soon became merely pleasantly warm, and was certainly far less viscous than normal Alraune nectar.

Rose took her time, slowly pulling him into her tight, soft embrace.

As Chuck sank into her arms and sleepily watched the petals close, he saw thorny vines climbing their way up the nearby trees and burrowing into them.

He could hear screams coming from the crowd, too, he had seen a rather dark looking Hakutaku sneezing from Rosalyn's pollen and walking away towards the party.

But within the flower, Chuck only had eyes for his perfect Rose. --- Complete.