The Battle for Tara

She felt the thick, wet vine snake over her bare thigh as the eye widened beneath her. Tara reached up and grabbed at it, but it was slick and powerful that it just slid through her fingers. "NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!" she screamed as the vine found the thin white fabric of the bodysuit and snaked beneath it. She gripped it as hard as she could, feeling the vine slide over both her pussy lips and out the other side, gripping the fabric, and starting to pull.

She was so focused on the vine, she didn't notice the huge rock until the whooshing sound echoed passed her face, mere inches from caving in her skull. The rock bounced off the huge eye below her, and Tara heard the roar from above. The vine tossed her to the side into the murky water and flailed. She landed with a splash, and realized that the entire chamber was filled with this huge, vine-thing as it writhed in pain. The vines thrashed wildly as the creature, now armed with an eight foot long splintered tree limb that it wielded like a spear, lept into the cave.

Its hairy frame circled the eye, clubbing vines away as they struck at it. Tara tried to scramble to her feet, but the huge heels slid again and again on the slick vegetative floor. She finally managed to scoot herself back against the wall and watch the battle. She looked around as the sound of combat filled the chamber. She saw no way out but up. Her heart sank.

The Vine Thing reared up. It was massive in every sense of the word. Its tentacle-like vines writhed into legs as its huge, bulbous, single eyed head rose to a full 30 feet in height. Other vines grabbed boulders to use as clubs. The hairy creature began a War Dance and grunted rthymically, slapping its thighs and brandishing its club. It was then that she realized that the bottom half of her bodysuit had been ripped free when she was thrown.

No matter who won. She lost.