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Little Shop of Monsters (KYHawkeye & CT Project)

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Ok here goes - I've almost finished the pages for Chapter 2 but for now i'll post the first 5 pages drawn up - along with the story so far to coincide with the pages.

Chapter 1
Katie Harrison looked at her watch. 4:55. “Yes…closing in 5 minutes!” She looked around her from the work counter. As usual, at this time of the day, business at the Ockerman Nursery and Flower Shoppe was slow. She began the process of closing out and balancing the cash register. She got it all done quickly and was able to lock up right at 5 pm.
Normally, she was not in a hurry to leave. In fact, many nights she would stay way after closing to tend to plants, work on the books, or even create new advertising gimmicks. But tonight was different. She was hoping to find something waiting at home for her. She got on the bus and read the paper. Ugh. There it was, again. Another full page ad from Munster Nurseries. And, of course, there she saw her nemesis. Hailey Fullard, this time wearing a skirt that barely covered her bum and a top that covered little more, as she flaunted her body holding a fern. She tossed the paper aside, angry and jealous. Munster was the largest chain of plant nurseries in the area. Their advertising budget was more than Ockerman’s annual total budget. She did everything she could to keep business up, but it was not easy.
It was the latest ad campaign that had her steamed the most. Hailey had always been her biggest rival since grade school days. Her family hand the money, the name, prestige. Katie had worked hard, and earned every break and had brought back Ockerman’s from nearly closing its doors. The one thing Hailey did not have over Katie in their younger days was looks. The only reason they hung around Hailey was for a shot at title and position. When it came to looks, Katie had been the star of the show. But, that was 10 years ago. They had gone other directions; Katie to what she loved, her plants, and Hailey went the high society route, eventually becoming a model because of the family name.
Katie had wanted to do a similar ad campaign, even if a low budget version, but Ockerman would not hear of it. HE was very conservative and didn’t see the need to do more than what he had done 40 years ago. At least Katie had the website going last year, which did a lot of business for them. She sighed as she imagined herself in that outfit Hailey wore in the ad. It would look much better on her. She had the curves to carry it off.
Katie got off the bus and walked to her home. It was small, but it had a nice yard area for her to garden and test new plant varieties in. She prided herself in creating new hybrids, unique and only available through the store. This was where they were beating Munster’s bum. She thought about a new fern-hydrangea hybrid she had been working on. In a month, she would know if it had worked.
Then, she saw the box. It was waiting at the doorstep. She ran and grabbed it as fast as she could and took it inside. She opened it instantly. It was the shipment she had ordered from a bulb distributor in Quito, Ecuador. The specialized in jungle varieties cross bred with plants native to other regions to prevent them from overtaking other regional plants, unlike kudzu in the Southern U.S. or other transplanted species. She looked them all over and squealed as she found her new treasures, toys almost to her to play with. She sorted them all out and began to pot them according to their directions.
She was almost done when the timer went off on the oven saying her dinner was ready. She got out her lasagna and brought it to her table as she noticed something strange. There was an extra envelope on the box. She was puzzled, for she had planted all twelve bulbs she had ordered. She picked up the envelope and looked it over;
“Test hybrid TK-11 Strange name, it must be something as a bonus or fell in by accident,” She thought out loud. Cautiously, she opened it up. IT did not look much different than any other bulb she had seen. There was a small slip of paper next to it that had fallen out of the envelope. It had simple planting instructions, and a warning. “Plant with care in open, public areas. Normally grown in secluded jungle areas and human-animal compatibility unknown. Wonder if it’s poisonous, or just ugly?” She giggled. She potted it along with the others, finished dinner, and then went to bed.
The next few weeks were not very exciting, just the old routine. Her new bulbs at home grew well, esp. the TK-11 plant. It popped form the dirt first, with succulent, deep green leaves. IT quickly developed a bud that looked like a small blossom ready to appear. But, instead of a blossom, the bud just grew bigger and bigger, along with leaves ands vines that grew out. After a month of growth, she took them all to the store to show off and attract customers.
All of the plants were beautiful, with leaves and blossoms to spare. Bright colors and blooms of all sizes and shapes. Except for one. TK-11 just grew more vines and the bud that had now grown to the size of a basketball. All the customers joked about how big the blossom would be, and, as a promotion, Katie started a contest for people to pick when it would blossom and how big. It worked for several weeks, but as it still stayed a closed bud, the popularity wore off. She began to wonder if it was like a century plant, which only bloomed every 70 years or so. Or, was the environment here more fertile than what it was used to? Or, maybe it was just adapting to the new habitat, causing it to grow bigger than normal. Oh well, she would just have to wait for TeeKee, her pet name for the plant, to do what it was supposed to do.
After two months, it had grown tall enough to reach the ceiling. This caused quite a stir and made the nursery even more popular, bringing TV and print reporters to visit. Trade journals were visiting often. The stir was enough to really turn around the profits. It was going so well, that Katie hired her young cousin, Keelie to help her run the store. This strange, unknown bulb had brought the people in. Now, she was using her expertise in plants and gardening to keep them coming back.
This did not go unnoticed by Hailey. The last thing she wanted or needed was that lower class Katie popping up again. She had known why the guys hung with her but dated Katie in school. Now that Hailey was famous, there was no way she was going to allow that blonde little tramp to push her aside again. She had sent spies to Ockerman’s to find out the real reason why Katie was succeeding. She knew it had to be something on the side, or giving her customers special ‘favors’, not unlike what she herself had done to get the modeling career she now held. But, Katie was as ‘goody-two shoes’ clean now as she had been in the old days. Nothing to find there but that wild, exotic plant of hers.
 

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fantastic artwork...you make that plant look alive..i like the detailed expressions on the faces..and in that one picture, how she is lying on her stomach with her feet in the air..so nice to put some pictures to the mini series..it's an intriguing plot so far..great collaboration...
 
Interesting story, I wonder if that plant is planning to eat her or tickle her... maybe even both! 😀
 
Ah man, I've been waiting for this one! "Little Shop of Horrors" (the Roger Corman original, not the dumb-ass musical) has always been one of my favorite movies... probably my all-time favorite no-budget film... and this is a deliciously cunning take-off! What a neat idea, dividing the narrative into straight text and comic-strip! Each bolsters the other, adding its unique perspective and details! TK-11... an ominous, tickle-tinged monkier if ever there was one! With TeeKee coming more and more to resemble our fond old fetish friend Chewy, can a giggle-filled assault possibly be far away! Favorite rivals Katie and Hayley have been charmingly cast as competing florists! Is it any surprise wicked Hayley doesn't know a blessed thing about plants, her supposed profession? With that girl, it's always the ancillary aspects of preening and politicing! Meanwhile, poor Katie's long-suffering hard work has finally paid off... but for how long? Trapped between vengeful Hayley on one side and ominously brooding TeeKee on the other, she's bound to be the fetish toy of someone... pretty soon too, I'll bet! A smashing start to the series, guys! You've done yourselves most proud! I'm drooling to see part 6 and beyond!
 
Chapter 2 - part 1 of 2

Chapter 2 - part 1 of 2

“Whew, what a wild day,” Keeley exclaimed as they began to balance out the till. Katie had to admit, it had been a busy one. This had been the busiest one yet, both in people in the store and in total sales. TeeKee, the huge plant that Katie had brought in from her Ecuadorian bulbs, was quite an attraction. So tall that it reached the ceiling, with a large bud that any day could blossom, it was an overwhelming sight. The size and uniqueness of its look was drawing crowds from all over. She even was receiving phone call from the States to arrange interviews and photo ops.
The bell on the door jingled and Keeley looked up and squealed in delight, leaving the register. Katie tried to stop her until she looked up as well. They both saw Vicky, one of their chums, hurrying into the shop. Vicky was a singer/actress that was always auditioning and rarely winning parts. It always seemed that something would go wrong during her auditions. A fumbled word, a missed dance step, sickness, you name it. She was able to land the odd commercial or voice over, but could never get over the top.
“I got it! I got it!!” she screamed as she ran in.
“Got what?” the cynical Katie asked, “a chest cold?”
“No. I got the part! I’m the first understudy for the touring cast of “Wicked!” she exclaimed. Katie and Keeley were stunned. A part. A real part. Vicky had auditioned for and got a REAL PART! This was cause for a celebration! They pelted her with a million questions as they congratulated her. Vicky regaled them with how she had kept herself healthy and worked her butt off at the audition. Katie listened as she finished counting the till. After she had filled out the deposit slips and placed the money in the zippered pouch, she rejoined the other two.
“Let’s celebrate!” Keeley offered. Katie smirked at her cousin, for whom life seemed one endless party. Vicky agreed and the two were already picking out where they were going to eat and party. As they did, Katie walked over to check on TeeKee. She inspected some of its leaves and vines. They were beginning to look a little brown around the edges. Too much water? Not enough of some mineral or nutrient? She began to wonder if the plant had grown too big and was unable to sustain the growth. The rest of TeeKee looked healthy enough. She decided just to keep watching it. That plant was her cash cow right now, and she was not going to just let it die.
“Yeah, and look at the new shoes I’m gonna wear tonight!” Vicky offered. She lifted up her pants legs a little to reveal a new pair of purple ballet flats. “I bought them as a reward for working so hard for the part,” she explained. Vicky and Keeley were always shoe and clothes shopping. No surprise there. Katie grabbed the master key ring and motioned them out the door. It was closing time and Katie needed a break. They all agreed to meet at the pub for drinks before they headed out.
Katie went home and crashed, exhausted. All the hard work was worth it, but exhausting. She instantly fell asleep on the couch. She woke up an hour later. “Crap…I gotta hurry!” she muttered as she quickly got changed and headed for the pub to meet Keeley and Vicky.
Vicky was on the bus headed to the pub. But she had to make a detour first. She needed to call her agent about some clause in the contract, but could not find her cell phone anywhere. It was the only place she kept his number. She ransacked her apartment and could not find it. The only thing she could think of was that she may have left it at the nursery. So, she’d run over there real quick, get it, and meet them at the pub. She had on her short little dance skirt, very brief top and the matching new flats. She was ready to party on tonight!

She got off at the nearest bus stop and walked quickly to the nursery. When she got to the door, she tested it. It was locked. No problem, she used to work there part-time and knew how to get in. She counted three pots to the left, walked to it, and dug her fingers in the dirt. There, she found it. She pulled out the emergency key that Keeley always hid there, without Katie’s knowledge. She quickly unlocked the door and turned off the alarm, thankful the code had not been changed yet.
She looked around. Yes, there it was! She walked over to the table next to where the huge pot TeeKee was potted in. She quickly grabbed her cell phone. It was still charged, but not much. She turned it off to save power then turned around. She looked up at the humongous plant that was getting everyone’s attention. She was amazed at the size, but thought it overall looked pretty ugly. “Man, what kind of ugly thing are you, anyway?” she said as she looked at it. She shrugged. “To bad you can’t tell us what you are…” she smirked as she turned to face away from the plant.
She got out her phone and turned it back on. She started to search for Keeley’s phone number. As she did, small vines moved on the ground toward her feet. Right before she started to, she felt something around her feet. She looked down and saw vines around them.
 

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What a story - I can hardly wait for the ticklish treats that are just waiting to be unleashed. 🙂
 
The plot thickens and the potted plant stirs! We all knew Frankenweed would soon be on the prowl for fresh flesh, but I never suspected Vicky would become his first victim! Right after her happy understudy news, too. It sure doesn't pay to be pals with tickle-prone Katie... the bad luck can't help but rub off! Speaking of Katie... she sure is playing the sourball this chapter (more so in the comic than in the straight text), snapping at Keeley and making snide observations about Vicky's turn in fortune. Only one corrective for such surly attitude: a session with the fetish-mad tendrils of TeeKee! I don't doubt she'll have her turn... right now, however, snared Vicky must satisfy any groping vegetable hunger (a bird in the vine is worth two outside the bush!) Giggly thrills must surely loom... or do you guys plan to play this as a low-key mystery thriller? Either way, this spooky story begins to raise all the right Halloween-style goosebumps! The perfect season for such ghoulish hilarity!
 
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I can't stand it... WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!?!?!?
 
Patience, my dear Bashiku. All be be revealed in time...heheheheheh

LBH, prepare for many surprises as we go along this journey of prose. This will be a tickler, a thriller, and a shocker as we go. Chapters 1-5 have been written, and I start on 6 soon. But, just as all good recipes need their ingredients mixed well, C-T's excellent art will season it well. I've been flattered to ask to assist in this story for him
 
Thanks so much for all the kind words -
Feathers: as you'll soon see there are bags of tickle treats that will get unleashed - this part will unwrap Vicky's ticklishness.

LBH: Yes indeed Katie has lost her sense of humor - she always does when work n business come into play - but it's inevitable Katie will suffer when Tee-Kee's evil plan reaches its peak 😉
And i hadn't even thought of Halloween better get my skates on to produce mass pages in-time for a spooky Halloween contribution.

Bashiku: I hope these pages and each n every part that follows will satisfy your urge to find out what happens next (lol)

kyhawkeye: Thanks again for your help with this project - I'm loving the story so far and can't wait for the climax of chapter 6 (lol)

So again just wanna say a big Thanks - it's an honour to have you write a story for me using my characters. Thank You so much 🙂
 
Chapter 2 - part 2 of 2

Thought i'd post the next 7 pages in separate threads - so as not to mix it up with my replies to the previous comments,
Anyway Here it is Chapter Two's finished pages - Chapter 3 is underway but wanna get ALL of it sketched before inking so i can scan the lot in one foul swoop - so may be a week or so break between chapters 2 & 3
(sorry guys i've fallen behind a bit with my comp. playing up)

Chapter 2 - part 2 of 2

She shrieked and tried to kick them away. As she did, they began to wrap around her feet and shins. On her third kick, she lost her balance and fell. She braced herself for the fall, but her hands never hit the floor. Instead, the vines were around her had tightened around her shins and were lifting her from the floor! They held her upside down, suspended near the large bud, which now started to open.
Vicky shrieked when she looked inside the bud. She saw a large red object. At first she thought it was the pistle, but it moved around. As it opened further, she saw it was…a tongue! Then she saw the rows of teeth. Short at first, then progressively longer, tapered like small daggers. She began to fight with all her might, kicking, arms flailing as she realized what was about to happen. More vines began to move toward her. She swung and batted them away as fast as she could.
“He-hehehehehey!” she cried as she swung at another branch. She looked up to see that her flats had fallen off, and one vine was rubbing against her soles. It was a ticklish sensation that was hard to ignore. She tried to kick at it, but the vines on her ankles were too tight. The vine kept rubbing its leaves and stalk there. It was as if, it was doing it on purpose. “No…not fai-hair-hair-hair…stohahahahap tickling me….” She screamed out. She looked up now to see more vines moving toward her. But, instead of aiming for her arms, they shot to her belly, which was exposed as she hung upside down, her top being cropped to begin with. They were just out of reach as they ran their soft leaves slowly across her belly. Vicky was not normally very ticklish, but these leaves were softer than any feather she had every felt.
“Mmmmm….finally…a real meal for me…”
Vicky shuddered as she heard the voice come from the bud! It was low and ominous, right out of a horror flick. “Meal? No…Oh no you…” she started to say, but the distraction of the voice along with the tickling of the leaves distracted her just enough for the vines to grab and wrap around her arms. “NOOOO….LET ME GOOOOOOO!!!!!” she cried out, now unable to defend herself.
“Yes, I’m tired of fertilizer, rodents, and such. Time for a real meal. But first, so you fight me less as I swallow…” as he spoke, the leaves on the vines wrapped around her like a mummy started to vibrate. The sensation of hundreds of small feathers was intense. Everywhere that she had skin showing, which was most of her, felt the feather like leaves touching her. Even to the mildly ticklish Vicky, it was too much. She started to giggle quietly as the plant lifted her higher. She was like a babbling brook as she looked down and saw the bud-mouth opened fully wide.
TeeKee lowered her in, feet first. She felt it’s warm, sticky tongue lick and taste her soles thru the sheer black nylons. She screamed in laughter as he lowered her in further. As it did, the vines unwrapped. The exhausted Vicky had no fight left as she saw her hip enter the bud-mouth. She mustered a last reserve and fought more. Instead, the saliva from its mouth lubricated her enough that she sank into its maw deeper as she fought. Soon, her hands were trapped and she was in to her shoulders. She tried not to laugh or moan as she felt its tongue all over her. She cried for help one last time as her head slipped effortlessly into the bud. TeeKee licked its lips. There would be no more rabbits or mice for it. These creatures were more fun and tasty. It retracted its vines to the main trunk. As it did, Vicky’s brand new purple flats clattered to the floor behind the pot.

“I can’t believe Vicky stood us up last night!” Keeley uttered as she and Katie entered the shop. They had waited all night for her to show, plus she never answered her cell phone as they called her.
“Here’s why she didn’t answer,” Katie remarked, pointed to the cell phone sitting in the soil of TeeKee’s pot. “She must have left it here when she left. Who knows where she went after that. Must have seen some hot guy on the bus and partied with him. She’s done that before, you know…”
“Yeah…just mad at her. I hate it when she does that.”
Katie smiled and grabbed the watering can, filling it at the tap. She gave all the potted plants their morning water, saving TeeKee for last as Keeley took the outdoor pots out to the sunlight. Then Katie halted with a start. She looked down.
On the floor, behind TeeKee’s pot sat Vicky’s new shoes.
The ones she had left the store with. Her blue hair ribbon lay next to them
“How did those get here?” she wondered.
 

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And finally pages 16 & 17
 

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Yeeeouch! Vicky becomes venison! This plant's intentions are dead serious! For Katie's sake, I hope he has a finicky appetite (yeah... fat chance!) Victim #1 does, at least, enjoy some raucous dinner entertainment... a happier Happy Meal I can't possibly imagine! Teekee's shaggy maw is shaped for more than just snacking, though... like his spiritual grandsire (Audrey Jr.), this ferny fellow is devilishly loquacious! Smashingly imagined... he who can talk can also taunt! And since he's now blossomed to "adult" food, there should be plenty more opportunity for him to exercise his mouth in every sense! So... who's next on the menu? Time, and expert story-spinning, will tell!
 
ah you added more artwork since last i visited this page..mmm tis so cool to see KY's words come alive with your awesome artwork...i've been reading the story over on Deviant Art..ya i cheated...hehe..the coloring details are fantastic..can't wait to see more of your amazing talent...
 
Chapter 3 - part 1 of 2

Almost a month since i last posted a Chapter so here is the first 6 of 13 pages to kick off Chapter 3.

The remaining 7 will be finished soon and i'll crack on with drawings for Chapters 4 & 5.
And from my last convo wit the Great Hawk Chapter 6 (the finale)
should be under way soon.

Chapter 3 - part 1 of 2

The next few days were quite an ordeal for Katie. Three days after Vicky had stood them up, her agent came calling around the shop. Clare had a tough-nosed attitude that made her sound more like a hard-boiled detective than a talent agent, but it worked for her. When Katie and Keeley told her about how they found Vicky’s phone there, Clare took no chances and reported her as missing to the police. That, of course triggered many visits by police officers, investigators, and the press. Katie feared the negative press of Vicky last being seen there would hurt sales. Keeley just had fun being the focus of the cameramen.
In spite of it all, sales grew instead of falling. When the reporters saw TeeKee, they filmed, shot and reported about it all the more. The crowds grew bigger, sales grew as much, and Katie found herself soon needing to hire more help. As the investigations continued, everyone noted that TeeKee was putting on a growth spurt. The new limbs that started to grow out suddenly sprouted buds. Two days later they blossomed with rich purple flowers. Katie noticed to herself that it was the same shade as Vicky’s shoes, but said nothing. She had told no one, not even Keeley, about them. She had a funny feeling when she saw them, but did not want to create too much of a stir.
Now, her big problem was Clare. It seemed she came out to the shop every day to grill her about what had happened that afternoon. After answering her questions for what felt like the 3 trillionth time, Katie lost it. “Clare, I’ve told you ALL that I know. I have no idea where she is. She stood US up. Let the police find her or go hire a P.I. I have WORK to do!” she said as she stormed off to tend to the customers in the store. Clare stood there, hands on hips. She smelled a rat, and hung around and chatted when she could with Keeley. Keeley had nothing more to offer, so Clare stormed off.
Later that night, Clare was in her red sports bra and shorts in her upscale flat working out with her exercise DVD. The more she thought about it, the more she thought there were clues to be found in the plant shop. Evidence gathered by the bus driver placed Vicky in the area that night. Was Katie hiding something? She decided to find out. She quickly slipped out of her sneakers and put her lace up boots on. She jumped in her car and drove out to the shop.
She parked her car at the far end of the lot the shop shared with several other stores. She went to the door and saw that the alarm was on. No problem, she thought as she pulled out some tools and disarmed it. She walked to the back, hoping to find a way in. She explored and found an old window that was not locked tightly. She opened it and crawled through into the shop. She stayed low, not wanted to be busted as a thief. She crept to the back where the counter stood.
She stood when she reached the counter and began to search it for any clues. She got frustrated when she found nothing. She ducked down as she saw lights pass over the windows from a car. When it got dark again, she crawled to Katie’s office. The door was locked. She reached in her boot and pulled out a knife she kept there for self defense. She tried to pick the lock or pry the door open, but to no avail.
Suddenly, she froze. She thought she heard the sound of something moving across the floor. She spun around with the knife poised. She saw nothing. She crawled to the counter again, and then peeked around. All she could see were the shelves and displays in the shadows, and of course, the shadow of TeeKee. Various vines from it were on the floor. She got up on her feet and walked in a crouch toward the nearest shelves, turning her back to the massive plant.
She spun again fast as she heard the sound of something skittering across the floor her direction. All she saw were vines on the floor, looking closer than they were before. “Strange,” she thought. As she started to turn, she felt something on her shoulder and, out of instinct, slashed in that direction with the knife. She saw some vine fall to the floor, cut off from the plant by her blade. “What the heck…” she said, wondering how the vine had got there.
“Owww…someone wants to play rough, hmmm?” a voice said from across the room.
Clare shrieked, got to her feet, and ran behind the counter. She held the knife in a defensive pose, looking for the source of the voice. “Who’s there?” she demanded.
“Come to Poppa…” said a voice coming from the direction of the plant. Clare found a torch behind the counter and turned it on. When she pointed the light toward where the voice came from, she shrieked and dropped the torch. She saw the large bud open, with teeth and a tongue inside, licking its ‘lips’. As it did, she saw and heard vines moving toward her.
She screamed as she slashed right and left with her knife. It was sharp, but Clare wished it was larger, like a machete. She stabbed and cut off vines as they reached for her. With every cut, the vine would retract, only to be followed by more. Clare panted for breath, slashing and looking for a better weapon as she fled the demon vines. She saw a scythe on the wall and ran for it.
 

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Sorry its only one page but Page 23 takes us up to the same stage as the above posted Story :happy:
 

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oo i love those boots..so cool..i love how this story is coming to life with your so talented drawings...and combined with KYHawkeye's fantastic imagination, this is an amazing collaboration..sp? gr
 
What's become of Ockerman all this time 😀 (or is "Ockerman Nursery" a chain, like Lowe's Hardware)? Folks are having all sorts of easy getting into this place, all the worse for them! Clare's shown a bit more spunk than Vicky... not a safeguard, unfortunately, since Teekee seems to have no objection at all to spicy food! Even armed with a scythe (... a scythe!? What, are they harvesting wheat in there?), it seems inevitable that a rash of rose red buds will soon be sprouting alongside the violet! A darned cool idea, color-coding the victims! Teekee could have a regular rainbow garden by the time he's through! Will these lovely blooms provide the clues needed to crack this case? Will Katie and Keeley be around long enough to play detective? And what about the sinister lurking specter of formidable Hayley? Plenty of directions this story can head from here! The tension (and the tickle torture) mounts!
 
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Chapter 3 - part 2 of 2

Here it is, I'll attempt sketching Chap. 4 tonight - hopefully my computer has got over it's flu-virus (lol)
More to be posted ASAP

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Chapter 3 - part 2 of 2

As she wrapped her hand around the handle, she felt herself fall. When she spun around on her back, she screamed at the sight of why she had fallen. The vines had wrapped around one ankle. She swung the scythe toward the vine but missed. The vine lifted her up by the one ankle into the air, suspending her over the floor. She kept swinging, but the vines held her out of their range. After another futile swing, she felt another vine wrap her other ankle, holding her spread eagle over the floor, head down. She tried to lift her head up, as if doing suspended sit ups, and swung again. She barely missed the vine holding her left leg. In the process, a vine grabbed her left arm. She tried to swing for that one and missed, and the vine snaked all over her left arm. She shrieked at the sensation, for the leaves were soft and feather-like.
She made another desperate swing with the scythe and missed, losing her grip on the scythe. Her eyes got wide as she saw her weapon fall to the floor. The plant saw its opportunity and tried to grab her other arm. Clare kept fighting and dodging its attempts. “No, I won’t let you get it!” she shouted.
“Ahhh…she puts up a fight. Must tire you out more…” she heard the plant say. She looked down and felt more feathery leaves snake along her legs. She tried to stifle a giggle at the tickly sensation. She looked in horror as vines began to wrap around her bare belly. The feather sensation there was too much and some girlish giggles slipped out. “Nohohoho….fair…dohohohn’t….ticihihihihihihkle…” she called out. She tried to grab the vine around her belly to pull it off. In the process, a new vine shot out and took advantage of it, and wrapped around her right arm. “NOOOO!” she screamed. Now she was at the plant’s total mercy.
“And now…let’s finish you off…” TeeKee whispered towards her. She gritted her teeth as she saw the leaves on the vines around her stroke and rub her skin. They felt like hundreds of horrid feathers on her skin. In moments she was giggling and laughing from the ticklish onslaught. She watched and felt in defenseless horror as new vines began to poke her sensitive ribs. She wriggled and writhed to try to free herself. However, the vines held her too tight.
“Nohohohoho..tihihihihickle me all youhoohoohoohoo want…I work out…can’t wear...me out…stupid plant!” she screamed, hoping someone would hear her. The leaves and vines tickled her with more fury now, all over her legs, arms, pits and belly. The more it tickled her, the more she laughed and fought against it. She noticed that the more she fought, the less it tried to pull her toward its mouth. She only had to hold out long enough for someone to see and save her. It ran leaves and a vine under her sports bra, with highly ticklish and erotic results. “Youhohohoho pervert!” she cried out, suppressing the ticklish arousal she was now feeling.
Then, the unthinkable happened. She felt the vines loosen a little around her ankles. When she did, she kicked hard and looked. Her face went white as she saw vines pulling at the Velcro clasps on her boots. “No…not that…NOOO!” she shouted and began to kick and fight with her might. In response, the plant shot another vine into her bra, with a vine wrapped around each breast. It shot another under her shorts, up the left leg and back out the right. The vines and feathers went to work on her all over. Her shrieks were accompanied with moans as they distracted her. The plant pulled her feet as far apart as possible, and then began to slowly undo the boots. Clare watched, unable to stop them, the leaves tickling her all over.
Both boots fell with a thud at the same time. “Heheheheh…the best for last, I see,” she heard TeeKee say. She watched silently as the plant pulled her legs together. When she saw a vine slowly wrap around her ankles like a rope, she screamed as loud as she could for help. Clare pampered her feet with treatments, pedicures, and soaks. Previous lovers had found out how horridly sensitive they were. If the plant struck there, she was lost.
She saw the two vines as they floated over her feet, taunting, teasing, as if the plant knew. It drew the tip of a vine up and down her left sole. Instant screams and laugher erupted from poor Clare. Her feet were insanely ticklish. The plant started on the other sole as well, moving opposite of the other foot. Clare tried to fight, but felt her reserves draining. She looked again, only to see two new vines over her toes. The screams were reduced to laughing and girlish giggles as they wove between her toes.
Clare was a laughing mess now. She just hung there and laughed as the all vines other than the ones with her feet unwrapped from her. She looked down and suddenly saw the open mouth-bud. TeeKee slowly lowered her down into its mouth. First her head, then the torso, then the les until only her feet stuck out. It seemed to enjoy taking its time and kept tickling her feet with the rest of her inside him. After many minutes, Clare passed out, and TeeKee swallowed her.
 

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Clare, in spite of good muscle tone and a feisty attitude, follows the path of all delicious dessert! At least she was appreciated... Teekee is proving himself to be no gobbler, but a gourmet who deigns to taste and savor his meal! Prefers his veal well tenderized, too... a trial for the luckless meat already super-tender! If audacious Clare can be served as hors d'oeuvre to this mad plant, no one's beyond the reach of his appetite! Katie and Keeley had better crack this mystery in a hurry... barring another break-in (and with Hayley still milling off-screen, that possibility's hardly impossible), these two are prime rib candidates for the next course!
 
Tickle hungry plant... or hungry tickle plant? hehe. I love the way the story develops, but I also hope that the main characters aren't permanently lost... O.O

Loved also the blushing on page 19

Keep going! Ilo 🙂
 
I gotta say, this series is getting pretty good. I'm even surprised that her plant only eats the ticklish female. 🙂
 
aw poor thing sure put up a fight..but since she won't be needing those boots...could i pretty please? hehe..that plant is a carniverous ticklephilliac junkie..wow i think i spelled it right..

LBH your comments are always so outstandingly complete..i love it..
 
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