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Enos and Uncle Dis RP

Kurt frowned, "Randy...you just ate someone," he said, "Why on earth did you do that?"
 
"My leaves was feelin' dry," Randy VIII explained. "I must be some kinda meat-eating plant." He tapped a vine against his lips for an instant. "No... not meat. Blood. I need blood."
 
Kurt grimaced, "You would be a blood sucking plant....maybe you've turned into some kind of species native to your planet," he said.
 
"Not one I ever heard of... but who knows." Randy VIII tilted his head at Kurt. "I don't s'pose you wanna invite any neighbors over."
 
Kurt shook his head, "absolutely not," he said. Bert, meanwhile, was examining Randy VIII's tendrils, "How'd you get turned into a plant?" he questioned, "and why is Kurt naked?"
 
"Pac-fairies," the plant replied simply. "An' I'll let you guess on the second one." The tendrils slowly coiled their way around Bert.
 
Bert let Randy wrap around him, "Does it have to do with that video camera?" he asked with a crooked grin.
 
Bert's grin broadened and as Kurt left to dress he started stripping off his own clothes, "I'm not about to pass this up!"
 
One of Randy VIII's tendrils turned the camera back on as several of the others slid their way over Bert, wrapping about his shoulders, waist, and legs.
 
Bert gave an eager wiggle, "good thing I'm used to having big green things inside of me," he remarked.
 
Randy VIII giggled. "I got a whole mess of 'em now!" Bert was lifted off the ground, held comfortably in the grip of a few large vines. Meanwhile, smaller tendrils--still quite thick in comparison to those of the average tiny Earth plant--snaked between his legs and traced his body, similarly to how they'd done with Kurt.
 
Bert moaned aloud, instantly aroused. He was excited just as much by the sensation as he was by the prospect of experiencing Randy as a plant. He moved his hips, trying eagerly to rub against one of the long vines.
 
The vines and tendrils tightened around him, spreading him and teasing him. Randy bit his lower lip as he enjoyed the impatient reactions to his touches. Though not in his usual form, he did get a feeling of physical stimulation from the act... however differently it may have manifested for a plant. The thought alone, though, would have been enough to hold his interest.
 
Bert let out a low, frustrated. whine as Randy teased him, Randy always teased him! He wriggled impatiently, unlike Kurt he had not yet learned the art of patience and his skills were unrefined and even erratic.
 
"You want it, don't you?" Randy asked playfully, holding Bert tightly so that he couldn't change positions.
 
Bert groaned, "Yes!" he said sharply. His arousal becoming almost painful, "Stop your teasing and give it to me!"
 
Randy responded with a mischievous, toothy smile. "Only 'cause you asked so nicely," he said, treating his captive with not one but two of the vines at once.
 
Bert cried out in surprise, he took a deep breath as he felt himself stretch to accommodate Randy's vines, his muscles clenching as he let out a low, quiet moan of encouragement.
 
"Here's an experiment you don't need that biology partner for," mused Randy. Another vine began working its way between the first two. "Whaddayou think, sug'?"
 
"Aaahhhh," Bert pushed against the vine, "Th...that's good!" he replied, there was some slight pain, which Bert liked, it was always better if it hurt just a little. He threw his head back and gave a roll of his hips.
 
"Nn... yeah, it is," Randy agreed as he watched. Though he had no eyes, he could sense everything and see it in his mind, almost like a dream. The vines thrust harder as another came along, this time to stuff Bert's mouth.
 
Bert took the vine into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, biting down a little as the vines thrust harder inside of him, he bucked his hips and pushed back hard against Randy VIII's invading tendrils.
 
Randy encouraged him with words and leafy caresses, despite not treating him at all gently...
 
Bert had no desire to be treated gently, he loved the rough texture of the vines and the hard thrusts and he grunted and moaned and breathed hard as he finally couldn't hold himself together any longer and a hot gush of fluid spilled down between his legs to splash on Randy's vines.
 
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