Don't Feed the Plants

Fuck Me, Seymour

It all happened so quickly. More and more customers came to the shop to see Audrey II every day, and a significant number of them spent a significant amount on flowers while they were there. And as Mushnik's fortune increased, so did his disposition toward Seymour.

Seymour barely noticed how big Audrey II had grown until it was unavoidable. He had to change pots almost daily just to keep up.

Before long, what had once been a small potted plant stood almost as tall as him. The snout grew longer, the mouth wider, until a giant venus flytrap-looking pod towered in the shop window.

And then, one day, it didn't open. The veins of the flytrap slowly grew darker taking on a purplish hue at the base. The pod expanded, like it was filled and barely holding something in.

Mushnik berated him more fiercely than he had since Seymour had brought Audrey II into the shop. Seymour feared he might try to fire him again if something didn't change.

Days passed without a proper feeding or the sound of Audrey Two's voice, and Seymour really began to worry.

Part of him was a little relieved. Audrey II was demanding, and as much as Seymour had grown accustomed to the plant's feeding habits, he struggled not to feel gross inside.

But without flesh or blood to keep her happy, she would surely wilt, and all the prosperity Twoey had brought him would wither away as well. And as much as he would never want to admit it, even to himself, he longed for Audrey's lips around him again.

Seymour had to get Audrey II to feed again. If he had to pry it open with a spade, he would. He didn't care how he had to do it. He wasn't going to let the plant wilt, and watch all his dreams die with it. He wasn't going to let Mr. Mushnik and Audrey down.

It wasn't just a craving for the taste of Audrey II's nectar. It wasn't just that he longed to feel those sweet lips around his cock again. Of course it wasn't. He pushed those thoughts from his mind. Besides, he doubted a plant this big would be able to do what it had done before.

It took some doing. Seymour had to step up on the edge of Audrey II's pot to properly reach the sealed pod and pry it with a spade, which wasn't an easy feat for someone as unathletic as him. Nevertheless, he eventually managed to stick his fingers far enough between the plant's long, interlocking teeth to feel the wet interior cavity. Seymour's hands came away sticky with nectar.

The pod cracked open with a hiss, and clouds of pink pollen billowed out over Seymour's face. His glasses fogged as the love dust surrounded him, and Seymour welcomed the intense pleasure that washed over him. He drew the aphrodisiac into his lungs, letting the sweet pollen fill his lungs until his heart raced with excitement.

The room spun as the all-too-familiar buzz returned. Oh, how he'd missed that feeling! His cheeks grew warm, his knees and arms weak.

He desperately held on to Audrey II as he teetered on the pot rim, but it didn't matter. The plant slipped from Seymour's grasp as its mouth shuddered open and his already deteriorating balance worsened until it was all he could not to fall into the plant's opening maw. He stumbled forward, but managed to catch his footing inside the pot.

For a split second, panic shot through Seymour. Audrey II drank blood. It was a giant, carnivorous plant that drank human blood. All it would take for it to get its fill of his would be just a single snap forward.

Seymour frantically wiped his glasses, urgently scrambling to put distance between himself and his plant. He was uncoordinated under normal circumstances, but the love dust still affecting him didn't make it easier—and the adrenaline was only heightening its effects. He tripped before he could get anywhere and smudged his glasses even more in an unwieldy attempt to keep them from falling off.