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What I saw that day would stay with me for the rest of my life. I thought I was a scientific man, I knew the way of the natural world through study in and out of scripture. I was best friends with trees, and up-to-date on all the blossoming facts regarding flowers and the like. Tulips can only be interesting for so long, of course, and so I set course for a lesser known area of botanical specialties; carnivorous flora. Even school children know of flytraps and pitcher-plants, which lure insects and small amphibians with scent and visual lures in for consumption, through their textbooks. Was it not wonderful that findings were considered ‘cool’? I had to have a slice of that for myself. The Amazon is still a romantic romanesque trove.
But it ate her whole. I watched. I watched as sentience unmatched even in the animal world overwhelmed us, restrained us, and fed on us. My colleague, a younger woman, was first for the reason of her perfume I believe. Until it was my turn I only had glimpses of its interior; and I knew it not to be related to either popular species. She was a stout and not very tall person before she was eaten, yet she disappeared head first in a way that was utterly serpentine. It held a mimicry of a mouth atop a green vine wider than my outstretched arms. From her view the plant’s ‘throat’ looked like a dark and eternal tunnel. Not a point but an ever expanding patch of velvet in the colour of crushed rubies. Separate from the sweltering humidity of the jungle heat, it offered moisture in the form of saliva which coated and glossed what I could only call an oesophagus. My mouth was so dry. I needed to replenish my waterskin, I could just take a sample after she had gone. I was dripping with a mixture of my own sweat and what the plant had licked onto me with a tongue. Was it even a plant? Was it not just an animal dressed as vegetation?
Then I stared down the canyon of its mouth as though I were atop a mountain and it a valley. It seemed endless, what a part of nature this was. It took my neck and offered me inside. Would I fit after my colleague, who I could see nothing of any more even though I was right behind her? Yes, we could all fit in here. All with room to spare. How long was the rest of my life now? As long as this endless tunnel. I never found her and I never saw light again. It just went on.
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But it ate her whole. I watched. I watched as sentience unmatched even in the animal world overwhelmed us, restrained us, and fed on us. My colleague, a younger woman, was first for the reason of her perfume I believe. Until it was my turn I only had glimpses of its interior; and I knew it not to be related to either popular species. She was a stout and not very tall person before she was eaten, yet she disappeared head first in a way that was utterly serpentine. It held a mimicry of a mouth atop a green vine wider than my outstretched arms. From her view the plant’s ‘throat’ looked like a dark and eternal tunnel. Not a point but an ever expanding patch of velvet in the colour of crushed rubies. Separate from the sweltering humidity of the jungle heat, it offered moisture in the form of saliva which coated and glossed what I could only call an oesophagus. My mouth was so dry. I needed to replenish my waterskin, I could just take a sample after she had gone. I was dripping with a mixture of my own sweat and what the plant had licked onto me with a tongue. Was it even a plant? Was it not just an animal dressed as vegetation?
Then I stared down the canyon of its mouth as though I were atop a mountain and it a valley. It seemed endless, what a part of nature this was. It took my neck and offered me inside. Would I fit after my colleague, who I could see nothing of any more even though I was right behind her? Yes, we could all fit in here. All with room to spare. How long was the rest of my life now? As long as this endless tunnel. I never found her and I never saw light again. It just went on.
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sailortrashStory by
solidnessSpecies by
arcadum• PATREON • TUMBLR • TWITTER •
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I would so definitely take up botany, if I had any hope of such plants being out there.
This looks amazing. I absolutely love the POV you went with here, with the wet, fleshy abyss down into the plant's gullet, being simply gorgeous.
The colors and textures throughout, are just perfect for bringing the plant to life with such vibrant and seductive foliage.
I love the little details, like the ruffled folds at the edges of the 'mouth', and the bumpy ridging to the plant's tissue, leading down into that dark oblivion of the stem.
Plus a wonderful job with how slimy and viscous the plant's saliva looks to be. ^_^
This looks amazing. I absolutely love the POV you went with here, with the wet, fleshy abyss down into the plant's gullet, being simply gorgeous.
The colors and textures throughout, are just perfect for bringing the plant to life with such vibrant and seductive foliage.
I love the little details, like the ruffled folds at the edges of the 'mouth', and the bumpy ridging to the plant's tissue, leading down into that dark oblivion of the stem.
Plus a wonderful job with how slimy and viscous the plant's saliva looks to be. ^_^
Ask Flowen/Arcadum, he is the resident botanist. You may ask him what it's like to serve- ahem, pardon, I mean study, such plants
Thank you, I was trying to go with a high shot PoV, looking down into the maw, as if dangled above it
That saliva is thick and sweet, filled with addictive nectar. Be careful touching it~
Thank you, I was trying to go with a high shot PoV, looking down into the maw, as if dangled above it
That saliva is thick and sweet, filled with addictive nectar. Be careful touching it~
Love this image, fuckin fantastic <3
Out of curiosity, while very good, the beginning sounds like the scientist was recalling this from a safe place. Did he escape? Who is he speaking to? The beginning reads like he's telling the story of what happened, whereas the ending reads like he never escaped.
Out of curiosity, while very good, the beginning sounds like the scientist was recalling this from a safe place. Did he escape? Who is he speaking to? The beginning reads like he's telling the story of what happened, whereas the ending reads like he never escaped.
Yeah, this is pretty incredibly hot. It shows an obvious understanding on your part of what, exactly, makes a maw alluring, what the oral fixation is all about, and you just took those elements that ping a mawslut's radar and turned them all up to 11.
That is a HUGE. TONGUE. @.@ 12/10, would commission.
That is a HUGE. TONGUE. @.@ 12/10, would commission.
The way it's smiling at the viewer... who wouldn't even be a *snack* for it. Like it's not doing this to sate its appetite, but just because it can. Does it even need to eat? Nothing could sustain such a colossal beast - there would be no fauna left on its island and it would have starved to death.
No, it has other reasons..
No, it has other reasons..
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