The Smallest One

The first of the plants to go upwards and make contact with Alison was one of the smaller ones. It measured a foot in the length of its husk and its thickest part was comparable to a baseball, but was rather thin at the tip. Due to its smaller size it was easily able to outmaneuver its companions and was already next to her ankles. The plant had leaves that covered its husk like a foreskin, and retracted it, leaving what could be described as its member hanging out freely. Whipping itself upwards, it slapped against against the rear of her upper leg, leaving Alison to gasp in shock.

Alison threw her head down to see who the hell had the audacity to slap a struggling girl, and saw the lively green thing with the yellow member. She expected to see a jockish asshole with no regard for woman as anything other than a sex object, but instead saw the faceless plant-serpent menacingly coiled in the air. She shrieked, but the loud cry was contained within the dome, and it only seemed to stir it up more. She wrapped herself tightly around the stalk that she was trapped on and began lifting herself in hope of escaping, using the adrenalin from her fear to speed up the escape. Her newfound strength offered her new power, and she tore large parts of her pants off in the climb.

The long snaky thing followed pace with its prey, merely a foot under her with a fair view of her rear. It sensed a point of interest there, a unique but faint scent. It started speeding up, closing ground between it and her until it directly came in contact with her lower parts, covered by her panties and remnants of her pants. It ignored it, hoping the barrier would disappear someway soon, and began pressing.

Alison felt something press against her pussy. Instinctively she stopped and remained frozen, her heart racing, her arms and legs becoming incredibly stiff. Her mind dominated by fright, the only thing that seemed logical in that moment was to stay still and hope it loses interest.