Heading to Ag

You say goodbye to Marko, feeling incredibly aroused. You had been fucked so much already and the day wasn’t yet half done. You had lovers who wanted to please you, eat you, and do both at the same time.

You walk to your next class in a dazed state of arousal, but soon you are outside. The agriculture class was not something your previous school had, so when you were signing up for classes, you thought it would be a pleasant experience. You found your class outside, near a tall, fenced-off area. Inside, there was a myriad of plants.

There were few carnivores in the class; after all, why did they care about growing food when they ate prey? As you chatted to your classmates, you were asked if someone had tried to eat you, and you blushed furiously. But before you could reply, the teacher arrived; she was a tall, anthropomorphic possum.

“Class, settle down,” she said. “Now, as I told you last week, we are heading to the carnivorous plants area today to learn about them and how to care for them. Remember, do not touch them and stay on the path. We have several types of carnivorous plants, and unless you want to get eaten, follow the rules. Remember, all these giant species are protected, we can’t harm them, so if you fall into a pitcher trap, or get grabbed by a man trap, that’s it.”

You feel yourself shudder in arousal. You hadn’t even thought about the possibility of being eaten by a plant, but somehow it was arousing. The teacher unlocked the gate and led the class into the wild garden. “So, ciens hydriam, the luring pitcher plant, is a rare species that exudes a pheromone that can lull its prey into approaching it, so keep an eye on each other. It preys predominantly on large, live prey. It grows underground, slowly expanding its digestive chamber while camouflaged by a leaf covering. When it grows large enough, it could eat a whole human, or anthro.”

You were busy looking at all the lush plants as she continued to talk. “When someone falls into the pitcher, after stepping on the leaf, the internal vines wrap around it quickly, insinuating into the creature through the mouth, etc, to hold it in place so it can’t escape. It is half filled with its digestive enzymes, and slowly dissolves the creature from the bottom up.”

She paused a moment, “The Dionaea vir, on the other hand, has large splayed leaves. When disturbed, these leaves close quickly, trapping their prey, and then a similar process occurs. Digestive enzymes are produced, coating the creature slowly. The digestive process is much slower than the pitcher.”

She stopped suddenly to point at something on the ground. “This,” she said, “is one of the leaf traps of the ciens hydriam. You can smell that slightly sweet scent in the air. That is the pheromones.”

You felt lightheaded as you bent over to look at the leaf, and as you did, you felt the urge to step forward. You moaned quietly, thinking about how erotic it would be to help this endangered plant thrive.

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