Hope you've got a green thumb...

You peer into the box and what sits inside is...not exactly what you expected. From your vantage point, it looks like what's sitting there in the middle of the crate is...a potted plant. A large flower, to be exact.

You step in and get closer and, sure enough, large red clay pot filled with soil sits there in the center of the crate's floor. Growing from that pot is a tall flower reminiscent of a sunflower. It stands at about three feet tall, looking like it'll come up to your waist if you get right up next to it. It's stem is a healthy shade of green and looks to only be about as thick as your thumb. Two leaves protrude from either side of the middle of the stem and, at the top of that green stalk, is a large flower. It's petals are yellow and look soft to the touch, but, other than that, it doesn't look like anything special...at least not until you get right up next to it.

As you come up to it, you see the jarring difference between this flower and regular flowers. And that would be the fact that, in the center of the flower where one would normally see the pistil and the stigma and filaments around it, there is instead...a mouth. A mouth that looks human as any other, save for the fact that the lips are green instead of pale pink. They also look kissably soft and plump as any you'd ever seen and, for a moment, you feel the barest hint of temptation to reach out and touch them.

You shake off that feeling quickly, however, as the lips suddenly part, revealing a slender and surprisingly lengthy tongue that was just as green as the lips were. The mouth opens and, suddenly, let out that plaintive whimpering sound that had drawn you into the crate in the first place. You can tell now that, if they are words that are being said rather than just noise being made, they are in a language you've never heard of. There is a hint of intent and, perhaps, intelligence in the sounds, though, and so you step a bit closer.

"Hey, uh...flower thing person. Look, I don't understand what you're sayin'. If you're sayin' anything.", you say to it and then give an amused chuckle and a rueful shake of your head, "Look at me. I'm talkin' to a frickin' potted plant. My life is fuckin' weird. Really fuckin'...what the fuck?!"

Your further declaring of your life being weird is interrupted by your life getting even weirder as the plant, without warning, bends towards you and makes another louder sound as it presses its lips against your crotch almost needfully. The sound that left the plant seemed hungry and **** as it went for your groin and became pained and frantic when you reflexively stepped away as you weren't used to strange mouths pressing against your boxers to try and get at your cock. Well, you weren't used to flower lips doing that.

You back up just a step to get out of the flower's reach and it seems to anxiously stretch and bend towards you, the mouth working open and closed and the long tongue stretching out as though eagerly and hungrily trying to touch you. The **** needful whimpers leave the mouth again and again as it tries to get to you and you study it for a moment with curiosity and speculative wariness.

You step forward again and the flower sways back and forth in something like excitement as you come closer, the wordless noises leaving it eager and somewhat cheerful, if you can call it that. You step back and it stretches towards you needfully again, tongue and lips working and plaintive whimpers of need leaving it again.

You think for a moment longer and, after a moment, you push down the front of your boxers enough to pull your flaccid cock out and hold it in your hand. You step closer and, this time, the flower nearly shivers in excitement as you near. A bit of thick, clear liquid drools from the lips and tongue that stretch towards you, looking like saliva except thicker and with a bit of a sweet scent exuding from it. The scent seems to send a shiver down your spine that travels all the way to the base of your body and down lower as you feel a twitch from your dick in your hand as though in response to that smell.

At this point, it's not a far leap to figure out what the plant wants from you. Without any visible teeth, it's not like it wants to bite anything of yours off so that leaves only one conclusion: this flower...wants to blow you.

Wow, there's a sentence you never thought you'd think, but there it is. So now all that remains is to decide whether to give the mystery flower what it wants or not.