Lenore

You can't believe what just happened.

"-well Lenore is used to poor soil so just remember to keep it moist and it should-"

You feel like you just lost the opportunity of a lifetime.

"-low to moderate sunlight, filtered sun like what come through tree canopies-"

And yet, you still have your arm...

"And remember lots of protein." You can't help but be a little snarky.

"Lots of protein? Should I give it an arm? Or would a leg do? I think I've seen a movie about this, doesn't -it- prefer sadistic dentists?"

"-Lenore- is very special." You see the smile dissolve and the clerk speaking seriously, "there's not alot of information on her so even I don't know what she can do or be..." Or be? That phrase echoes in your head.

"So, Good Luck!" The clerk gives a blinding smile, spins on his heel and disappears back into the store. You're now in a parking lot with Lenore the super-plant in a multi-hundred gallon pot on a flatbed cart. You take a look at the plant you've just "adopted" and the thought suddenly occurs.

"How am I supposed to get you into my car?"
Lenore the plant raises her two leafs in a shrug.

You arrive home with your shirt darkened with sweat. Lenore's pot was sitting in the passenger seat, and more than half into yours, with seatbelts from the front and rear used to secure it. It took more effort than you've ever invested into a "pet" let alone a plant.

As you pull into your driveway you notice a change in your home. It looked like a guillotine was dropped straight down the middle of it. The front side was the same but the exactly midway the house became glass. A beleaguered moan comes out of your lungs like a poison gas leak.

"There goes the resale value. Thanks for that." You say to Lenore. The plant turns to you and tilts its head to side in a quizzical pose. Even if it does respond, what are you doing talking to a plant?

You spy a flatbed cart near the entrance to the house with a piece of paper on it. You park the car and go to fetch the cart and paper. The note stated that changes were made to your house via the Animorph pet shop. You simultaneously slap for forehead while rolling your eyes. You skim through the part that describes the "privacy" glass used and legal disclaimers.

Ten minutes later

Lenore is on the cart and at the front door. The entirety of your shirt is now wet with your perspiration and your arms feel as useless as boiled rubber bands. All you want is shower and sleep. You turn to the pot.

"You're a plant right? You'll be alright with sleeping outside tonight won't you?"
Lenore the plants curls her leafs over each other, hunches her head over her stalk, and begins vibrating. If she wasn't growing out of soil she would've been a shoe-in for the neighborhood theater's production of the little match girl. You sigh.

Thirty minutes later

Lenore the plant is inside complete with cart. Your heart is beating so hard, you can see it move the drenched material of your shirt.
You roll Lenore into the greenhouse section of the house and you drag yourself to a shower.
A long shower later you emerge feeling like something closer to yourself than when you went in. You make your way into the glass house portion. You still can't believe how heavy that pot was. What were the pet shop people thinking? As you come closer to see the wretched thing again and its occupant.
Lenore was in her pot on her cart still and silent. Just like any other plant. You stop yourself at the doorway and just continue to
look. It obviously hears ,somehow, but it probably can't see. It has some sort of intelligence and thought. But what was it doing at the pet shop? Even it had animal DNA it was still just a plant.

You walk in, exaggerating the sliding of your foot against the floor. Lenore's head instantly pivots and begins tracking your movements. A barrel of something was in the corner with a note on it. Walking past the plant with it's stalk and head as straight and erect as a guard dog. You go to read the note.

"Plant Protein Supplement - See feeding schedule for instructions. Measuring cup included" Feeding schedule? On the opposite side is a multicolored table of numbers. You can't make heads or tail of it. You put it down.

You lift the cover to find a cup half sunk into a gooey white mass of semi-liquid. The smell is virtuously odorless. You call out over your shoulder
"You hungry 'girl'?" Whether or not it caught the sarcasm in the word "girl" it nods. You scoop out a cup.
"Here you go, bottoms up." Lenore just faces your stomach. You stare in confusion.
"Do you want it on your soil?" The cabbage headed thing shakes side to side in "no".
"Then open up." It stopped moving and resumed its pose staring at your stomach. What was going on?
"Are you a picky eater? It didn't seem that way when you tried to swallow my arm." No movement and no response. Hmmm...Very tentatively you reach out the just mentioned arm. The closer it got the more Lenore's mouth opened.
Hmm...This time you reach out the arm with cup of plant food in hand.
No response.
You take a finger and scoop out a dollop of the stuff. You reach out.
The mouth opens wide.
You sigh and concede. You put your finger at the edge of its mouth. Lenore bends her stalk forward and capture your whole hand. Her tongue not only licks clean the finger with food but each one individually. When you try to pull your hand free Lenore this time loosens her mouth and allows you pull a hand covered in green tinged plant slime. You pull up a chair and this time you offer a palm full of formula. Lenore lunges forward, her scarlet lips clamping down on your wrist. When the formula is mostly on her tongue you try to pull free but her jaws are set and unyielding. Her tongue is swabbing, brushing, and swirling on your hand centimeter by centimeter getting every last speck of the plant food off.
You see it's going to be a while and you lean back in the chair and think of all female animorphs you saw at the petshop. All those perfectly proportioned, buxom, figures with narrow waists, flared hips and heavy breasts. Your cock twitches as the memory and your balls already feel blue. You thought you were going to take home a furred(or scaled) exclamation of the female form. But you sit silently, staring out at your backyard, next to a potted plant. Your penis does its best interpretation of a forlorn erection. To touch a warm eager body delightfully soft and exquisitely defined. Running a hand across the expanse of bosom ,feeling it shiver from your touch. Your erection turned from forlorn to raging and threatens to shred the confinement of your pants, too simple to know the imagination was feeding it non-existent images.
The more your mind gets wrapped up in the physical the more you become aware of your hand, and of the wet and nubile tongue running along between the middle and ring finger. Your penis rages and your balls boil and your mind works on a simple yet horrifying notion. All the animals at the petshop seemed more than enthusiastic ,even made, for intimate contact. Well, even if not really an animal this potted thing was also from the petshop. You begin to stare at Lenore in evaluation. Certainly it had the lips for it. Any beestung celebrity collagen lips couldn't compare to it. Plump, soft and slick to the touch they were made for relief. No, no you pull yourself away from the idea. You have to be practical. Danger. What about the teeth? Well, you've technically been "inside" of it several times now and it's made no attempt to seriously eat you. Maybe the teeth were just for show? Small, pointed but with rounded ends they'd feel amazing running against your tortured... Focus! Gotta focus. This is not a good idea because , it has...but before a thought came you feel the jaws move apart. You slowly pull out your hand ,slick and glistening in the plant's saliva.
"You want any more?" Your twitching erection makes it difficult to pull words together.
It shakes out a no.
"Say..." Your lips are dry and don't even know why you're doing this. All you know is that you need something right there right then.
Lenore's head turns to face you.
"Would you suck my dick?"