Potted Plants

Penny set two empty wine-glasses on the coffee table with a clink. The crystalware flanked a bottle of merlot too large to be considered tasteful, but not quite box-wine levels of trashy. Trish had just broken up with her prick of a boyfriend, and enough time had passed that it was appropriate to trash-talk the bastard. Trish would, in theory, have progressed beyond basic depression and would be raring to tear into him for a couple of hours. That's where Penny, as the duly supportive best friend, came in. She had been through more of Trish's boyfriends than most people had shoes, and she knew the cycle by now. The poor girl was just so unlucky in love. It really was too bad - Trish was so nice. Honestly, that was half the problem. She liked to think the best of people, and thanks to her massive rack and generally spectacular figure, she pulled a lot of superficial assholes. When they inevitably revealed their true colors, Trish got her heart broken for the umpteenth time. Penny wished she could accompany her friend on dates the way she did to bars. At least when she was there she could chase away the biggest douchebags. Penny played the part of scary hen-mother, and she relished the role. Trish meant the world to her. What did it matter if she had to give up the evening to make sure her best friend was happy?

Just then, the doorbell rang. Penny trotted over to buzz Trish in, and in a few short minutes the red-haired, teary-eyed woman was slumped on the couch with a brimming glass of cheap wine held loosely in her hand. Penny was curled up next to her, legs tucked up off the floor, nodding along with Trish's enthusiastic lambasting of her ex.

"And then, if you can believe it, he has the nerve to tell me 'grilled chicken isn't exactly my favorite' after I drove for 45 godforsaken minutes in lunch-rush traffic to bring his ungrateful ass something to eat!"

"He's a child, that's all," said Penny sagely, sipping her drink.

"He is so used to mommy doing everything for him that he has no sense of perspective anymore. He thinks all the women in his life should be bending over backwards for him, that they owe him something. It wasn't a relationship between equals, it was glorified babysitting."

Trish snorted derisively, throwing back a gulp of wine herself. She was rosy-cheeked already, being something of a lush, and the alcohol had loosened her tongue considerably. She set her glass down, shedding the pale blue cardigan she was wearing, and started right back up again.

"You are one-hundred-percent right. You know he didn't know how to do his own laundry? He expected me to come over and do it. I asked what he did when he was single and he, ahahaha, he said he'd drive to his moms house and give it to her to do!"

Penny and Trish clung to each other, shaking with laughter. The mood had improved significantly after both had a couple of glasses, and Penny stood to throw something on TV. Now was the perfect time to guide the conversation away from Trish's ex and toward less gloomy grounds.

"Oh, man, you have to watch this show with me. It is such complete garbage and I am in love with it. The main character is secretly half-demon, half-angel, and she just doesn't know what to do about these hunky boys that are desperately in love with her. You're gonna love Maginus. He's, like, some kind of gay elf wizard shapeshifter who bangs his familiar. It's the best."

The next few hours passed in a blur. Penny and Trish kept up a running commentary on the trash TV they were watching, howling with mirth as the bottle of wine grew emptier and emptier. Penny was glad to see her friend forgetting her misery for a while. Trish had been so glum lately, and it was nice to see her infectious smile come back. It grew dark after a time, and when Trish glanced at the clock, she let out a dismayed little hic.

"Oh man! Ugh, there is no way I'm driving home tonight. I'm just gonna bum out on your couch, if ya don't mind."

Penny waved away her apologies.

"No prob, Trish. You know you're always welcome. Besides, I honestly planned for you staying. Why do you think I got a gallon of wine for the two of us?"

"Ah, you're the best. Can I nab some PJs, too?"

"Sure, you know where they are."

Penny went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Her mouth felt rather dry and wine-y, and it would be good to grab a snack, too. Penny was pulling some eggs and bacon from the fridge (breakfast for dinner is an art), when a scream from the bedroom made her drop the carton. Slick yolks splattered across the tile floor, but Penny was already gone, booking it for her bedroom.

"Trish!"

The tipsy red-head was clinging to the handle of the wardrobe with her free hand. Only one, because the other was being pulled by a sleek green vine. The encroaching vegetation was slowly winding up her wrist and along her arm, and Trish was shrieking in a panic.

"Calm down, it's okay! It's okay!"

Sobbing with terror, the panicked redhead took a shuddering breath and turned to Penny. The taller brunette had her hands up, palms out, like she was placating a wild animal.

"It's alright, it won't hurt you. Stop pulling and it'll ease up."

Penny approached Trish, gently unwinding the vine and looping it like a cable in her hand. Trish, while more collected, still seemed understandably freaked out. She was pressed up against the wardrobe, trembling and wide-eyed. Penny shooed the vines away, and they retreated to the potted plant on her nightstand. It looked quite normal when it wasn't moving. Somewhat tropical, with waxy green leaves and several large white flower buds.

"W-w-what is that fucking thing?!"

"Shh, it's okay. It's something I bought on my trip to Majorca last month. I didn't know what it was when I got it either, and," she laughed, "believe me when I say I was as shocked as you to find out!"

Trish didn't look very amused.

"Okay, but Penny, what the fuck is that thing doing MOVING? Plants do not move."

"I don't know how it works, or where it came from. I just know what rouses it. What...what exactly were you thinking about when it grabbed you?"

Even under the flush of inebriation, Penny could see Trish's cheeks redden. She shifted on her feet, refusing to make eye contact. In truth, Penny had a good idea why.

"W-well, I was...does it really matter?"

"It's just, the plant...you know, it reacts to arousal. Were you...thinking about sex?"

Trish didn't answer, but her blush deepened by another shade or two. Penny grinned, on the verge of laughter. Trish was so much more reserved than she was. It was almost impossible to get her to share any juicy details about sexual escapades. It was such a bother, because Penny loved gossiping about guys. Comparing techniques, competing to see who had the weirdest or most embarrassing story to tell... This seemed like a perfect opportunity to play her favorite game, called "How Red Can Trish's Face Even Get?"

"I can tell you how I found out about it. I had it for about a week at the time, and even though I was watering it and giving it as much sunlight as possible, the poor thing looked like it was wilting. There was nothing on the internet about the species as far as I could tell, and I was at my wits end, cuz you know how I like my flowers."

It was true. Penny had dozens of potted plants all over her apartment, and maintained a small garden plot in the communal greenhouse down the road.

"Well, one night, I was having a rather interesting dream about Charles - you remember Charles? That hunk from the pool hall? Well, we were getting real friendly, and I was sooo into it. I could just feel his cock pounding my pussy, and his fingers pulling and twisting my nipples! I love having them played with. Mm, anyway, would you imagine my surprise when the dream proved a little bit too real? I woke up and that plant had extended these tendrils and was inside me! I freaked out at first, of course, but I was just so horny, and so into it...Besides, it wasn't hurting me. So I just sort of...let it happen. And would you believe, it was looking healthier than ever the next morning? I think that's how it feeds. So, well, we've had something like a symbiotic relationship ever since. I let it get a bit frisky, and it singlehandedly replaces an entire trunk-full of sex toys!"

Trish was shifting and biting her lip like a guilty kid, refusing to make eye contact with Penny. She didn't say anything, so Penny (amused beyond belief) decided to push her buttons a little further.

"Not only that, but I think it can read minds somehow. Maybe it can detect pheromones, or who the hell knows. Whatever. The point is, it can tell exactly what you want, and make it happen. All kinds of things. The more frequently I let it fuck me, the more exotic it becomes. I think it grows stronger when I feed it often, so it can do more crazy stuff. Like last week, I let it fuck me for two hours straight, and then in the end it started releasing this milky stuff that tasted like honey, and it actually came inside me! I guess it somehow knew I loved having my pussy dripping with cum, and after it was done fucking my wet cunt it-"

"Penny, stop!"

Trish looked mortified. No, not mortified...Aroused. She had one hand pressed between her legs and the other across her chest. Penny thought it was almost a gesture of modesty, as though Trish was covering herself up, but then she saw that the redhead had one puffy nipple protruding between her fingers. She squeezed the digits gently together, pinching the swollen nub.

"Oh...?"

"It...Before, I...I was thinking about...about you..."

Trish was breathing hard, as though she had just run up a flight of stairs, and Penny could hear the dormant plant rustling behind her. Penny looked at Trish with a fresh gaze, taking her all in. Penny was bi, but liked to keep pretty strict boundaries between her sex life and her friends. It was never fun to get mixed messages, and that sort of thing could ruin perfectly good platonic relationships. But now that Trish had expressed interest, Penny realized a part of her had always been subtly evaluating the busty redhead as a sex partner.

Trish was shorter than Penny by a good six inches, standing somewhere around 5'4", with a rather fuller frame. Where Penny was tall and athletic, with perky B-cups and lithely muscled arms and legs, Trish was all softness and curves. Her gleaming red hair was cut in a cute little bob, and she had a dusting of freckles across her button nose that underlined pale green eyes. Trish was the perfect stereotypical culmination of her Irish roots. She was dressed now in a mint-green top that had slid half off, exposing a pale and freckled shoulder. The silky material was stretched taut across E-cup breasts, struggling to contain them. Trish's jeans were tightly fitted around a curvaceous ass and pleasantly thick thighs.

But even as Penny appraised Trish, Trish was also checking out Penny. She had been attracted to her friend for a while now, though it was something she never mentioned to anyone. Trish had never thought of herself as anything other than straight, but something about Penny's cocky, confident personality and sporty build was just...nice. Penny never seemed to doubt herself, she was always so ready to step in for her friends, to take initiative, to try new things. Trish couldn't help but find that attractive. Plus, Penny wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. She had long, caramel brown hair that she kept in a neat ponytail, friendly blue eyes, and elfin features. Penny rock-climbed, skied, and ran distance marathons in her free time, and it showed. Her arms and legs were neat and muscular, and she had the barest hint of a six pack rippling under the skin of her stomach. Everything about her seemed energetic and poised to act. Trish couldn't help but be a bit envious. Penny was just so alive, always trying something, meeting someone, going somewhere.

And now, Penny was looking at her with a very clear invitation in her eyes.

"Well, why didn't you say so...? Hm, c'mere..."

Penny reached out, grabbing Trish by the wrist and pulling her onto the bed. Trish had frozen up, stammering wordlessly and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Penny tugged on a lock of her hair, laughing. The wine was making this all seem so much funnier than it was.

"Hey, relax. I'm not judging, and-oh! Haha!"

A sleek green tendril had crept up the edge of the bed and started curling around her ankles. Penny laughed, and instead of shaking it loose, started pulling off her top. Trish went wide-eyed, whipping her head around before she saw anything.

"Penny! What are you doing?"

"Just watch, Trish. It'll be fun."

Penny's voice was husky and pitched low, and the sudden change made Trish turn back. What she saw locked her in an expression of dazed shock, mouth rounding into a silent 'oh'. Penny had stripped down to her panties, scooting back against the headboard. Shiny green vines were coiled around her pert tits, winding around her nipples. The swollen tips protruded stiff and red against the green, the size and color of a pencil eraser. More vines snaked up her legs, spread wide. Their tips were only just beginning to creep under her panties, stretching the lace to expose the puffy pink lips of her pussy. Penny's slit glistened with arousal.

Trish was breathless for a moment, surprised to realize that her hands were squeezing and massaging her full breasts through her flimsy shirt. Though it was tame compared to the display Penny was putting on, Trish found her pussy twitching at the lewd sight of her own hard nipples protruding so visibly. She pinched then gently, and felt her clit throb in response.

"Oh!"

A leafy vine was sneaking up under her blouse, tickling her stomach. Trish was surprised to find it smooth and almost velvety. She hesitated for but a moment before lifting her top and tossing it aside. Her bra went next, though Trish cupped her breasts shyly.

"Let me see," whispered Penny. The vines poised at her pussy had pulled her panties aside, fully exposing her. However, they hadn't penetrated her wet and aching hole just yet. Instead, they were spreading her pussy lips to tease her clit. Trish kept her eyes glued on a green tendril squeezing and flicking Penny's sensitive nub as she let her hands drop. Her breasts, heavy and full, hung free. She had delicate pink areolas capped by almost inch-long nipples stiff with blood. Penny longed to wrap her lips around them, to bite and suck and make Trish beg for more.

Trish unbuttoned her pants, slipping off the jeans to reveal frilly white panties. It was just like her to have such girlish, cutesy underthings. Trish yelped as a thick green vine snapped onto one ankle, then the other. Her wrists were similarly snagged. She tugged frantically at them, the unrelenting greenery slowly pulling her arms and legs apart. Soon, she was splayed out across from Penny in much the same pose - half-seated, legs spread.

"Penny, what's going on?!"

Instead of answering, Penny moaned as the vines tugged hard on her nipples, her breasts pulled taut. Lazily opening one eye, Penny glanced at Trish and offered a languid, lustful smile.

"I told you...It knows what you want. I don't know how...but it knows. So I guess you secretly want to be tied up like that. I didn't know you had an exhibitionist streak, Trish. Tsk, tsk, naughty..."

Trish whimpered, pulling at the vines restraining her, but there was no denying the growing dampness in her panties. The plant knew her...her desires? Even things she kept secret, never told anyone? Oh no...

Strong, flexible vines hooked themselves through the crotch and hips of her panties, and with a sudden rrrrip, tore them clean off. Trish yelped, struggling to instinctively slam her knees shut, but was unable. An undulating vine slid along her slit, glistening with pussy juices, and Trish bucked her hips in spite of herself. The unusual stimulation of something continuously stroking her clit was strange, but pleasant. On the downward stroke, she couldn't suppress a moan. Her cheeks felt hot with embarrassment, and she didn't want to open her eyes to confirm what she suspected - which was that Penny was watching her get teased. The feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable was making her hornier than ever. Oh, she can see everything...Penny's watching my pussy get played with! Noo...!

"Nnoo...don't look...I'm so wet...!"

Trish was mortified at the words coming out of her mouth, but it was true. She had never felt this needy before, and her cunt was dripping.

"You are, mm. Damn, Trish. I didn't realize you were secretly such a slut."

"No! I'm not, n-no, I'm...I'm..."

Penny was biting her lip, pussy throbbing. Tendrils teased her opening, circling it, penetrating her ever so slightly before withdrawing. She was getting off on embarrassing Trish, on forcing her to admit that she was enjoying this.

"Admit it, go on. Say it. Say 'I'm a wet little slut'. Because you are. You know you like being tied up and helpless, having your pussy put on display like that. Maybe I should invite more people for the show, next time..."

Trish had a sudden vision of herself on a stage, naked, ass in the air and fingers buried in her cunt as a crowd watched. In spite of herself she moaned loudly, and her legs, instead of struggling to close, spread wider. She whimpered with need.

"I-I'm a slut! I'm a w-wet little slut!"

Penny answered with a moan of her own, and a smooth green tentacle slid inside her pussy with ease. Trish opened her eyes, watching with fascination as the writhing appendage disappeared into Penny's tight hole. In and out, nice and slow. Trish was mesmerized, torn between her desire to watch Penny's neat little snatch get penetrated and to have her own cunt properly fucked. She was amazed as a second green tendril poised itself at Penny's entrance and then plunged forward, forcing itself in alongside the first. Penny moaned loudly, massaging her clit in slow circles.

"Mm...yes, fill me up! Nngh, nice and deep, ahh!"

Trish looked up to see that Penny was watching her, and as they locked eyes her cheeks flared red once more.

"I love having my pussy filled and stretched, Trish. In fact, I love being stuffed as full as I can be, and then feeling torrents of hot cum get pumped into every hole, all over my pussy, my tits. I've always wanted someone there to lap up the cum afterwards, as it drips out of my well-fucked cunt. Would you like doing that? Licking my tits and pussy clean?"

Penny talking so brazenly about her fetishes, the way she wanted her body to get fucked and used, both excited and embarrassed the shy Trish. She could just imagine Penny's tight, glistening body dripping with sticky cum, splayed open like a buffet. Maybe she'd even still have a thick vine plugging up her pussy, and Trish would slurp up the frothy juices that dripped out of it as Penny got fucked and filled.

"Nnhh, yesss, let me tongue-fuck your wet little hole!"

It was like someone else was in control of her mouth. Between the alcohol and rampant lust, Trish felt like a different person. She would never have admitted to wanting something like that normally. Hell, she would probably never even have guessed that she had these desires burning deep inside.

Whippy little vines wound up Trish's chest, wrapping around her massive breasts from base to nipple. They squeezed tightly, and ridges of soft flesh bulged between them.