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I live with my increasingly senile grandma in rural Wisconsin. She has a lot of property, most of it is open fields where her prize cattle graze. Our family comes from a long line of dairymen, and though my grandma doesn't have a whole herd, she has a few cows she keeps for herself, cause she likes to make cheeses... but not so much anymore, on account of she doesn't really remember what cheese is sometimes :(

ANYWAY. So, I have to milk them, feed them, brush them, lead them in and out of the pasture, and various other duties, like if they get stuck I help them, and I even have dealt with insemination... Yep, I've handled bull semen (ok, so it was in a syringe)
So last thursday I'm leading the cows back into the barn for the night, and I realize one is missing. My grandma stubbornly insisted I go looking for the animal, saying that it could get attacked by wild dogs.. we have a problem with them in the area, and of course I'm thinking "so you have no problem sending a 120 pound girl into the night to find a cow that could probably fend for itself just fine? great" but you have to understand, what she says goes, and you never know what thing she's going to remember and complain about to my mom and dad. So I got one of those high beam flashlights and headed off. I brought my knife, as I always do when I'm heading out anywhere alone.
>> Anonymous
Bracing for epic
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But all in all, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
>> Anonymous
It was creepy from the beginning. Wild wisconsin nights, we call them, where the moon shines almost too bright and yet it seems everything is cast in various gradient, murky shadows, savage dogs howl in the distance- footsteps are muffled by the wind blowing through the treetops, and you there's not a neighbor within 3 miles that can hear you scream. I was on edge to be sure. I must have been out there for an hour at least, when I heard a soft mooing coming from a small thicket across a stream that runs on our property. I don't usually go over there, because blackberry bushes kind of close off the stream, and it's hard to cross. I was seriously desperate to be home and asleep, and not have to deal with the lunatic chidings of my grandmother. So I wandered around for what seemed like another great deal of time and found a break in the thorny bushes, and hopped neatly over the small stream.
>> Anonymous
For a moment, nothing, and then, without warning, the plant was thrust into immediate, violent animation. It was far more intelligent than I ever could have anticipated. Its tendrils unraveled with a soft whirring noise and I tried to turn around and run as fast as I could, but they were absolutely too fast for me, and they had me around the ankles before I could go 3 feet. They yanked me, hard, and I fell into the mud, face first. It got everywhere, all over my hair and in my eyes. It stung. I quickly wiped them clean the best I could before there were tendrils wrapped around my arms as well. At this point, to be honest, I was crying. I was fucking bawling. I was sure that these were my last few moments on this planet, and I was cursing that damn cow, my stupid grandmother, and myself for not following my woman's instincts and hightailing it out of there when I had a chance. One long tendril, covered in small indentations wrapped itself around my neck and there was a quick puff of the pink gas, and I felt my muscles just release. I peed myself. I could not blink, I could not scream, but I could feel.
>> Anonymous
My mind was going a million miles a second, and the tendril gently unwrapped itself from around my neck. The tendrils around my arms and legs lifted my limp body high into the air, and I tried so hard to relay even a single message from my brain to my body, but nothing responded. My eyes started burning like fire as I went longer and longer without closing my eyelids, and just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, a thick, gelatinous, clear substance started bubbling out of the roots of the plant. It crowded out the mud, until the bog was crystal clear and suddenly two more thin tendrils snaked their way into my nostrils. I helplessly let them, and then I found myself dunked into the liquid.

It was like being enveloped by hair gel, and I soon learned that the two tendrils were hollow and began breathing through them. Best of all, the liquid cooled my burning eyes, and also seemed to soothe my various cuts and scratches I had gotten when I fell. I tried desperately to think of what I could do to escape, but nothing came. My knife was uselessly at my side. I could not move to grab it. Then, to my horror, the roots started snaking at my body through the gel. They were quite different from the tendrils, which were smooth and thin. The roots of the plant were thick, bigger than my wrist, with large variations in surface, covered in bumps and grooves, and covered with a soft, slimy coating. They bumped into my body, and blindly wriggled around. I didn't know what to expect, until they began tugging at my clothing, first gently, then with an urgency. One big one wrapped itself around the side of my jeans and tore them unforgivingly from my body. It left a red burn where the cloth had cut into my skin, but the gel cooled it quickly. More tendrils were plunged into the liquid to help, and they slid my panties effortlessly down my body. With a sudden thrill of dread, I realized what was coming as the biggest root of all was heading directly towards my pussy.
>> Anonymous
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I tried with all my might to thrash around, to move out of the line it was traveling in, but my body just hung there limply, unresponsive. The head of the root reached the opening of my pussy, and stopped, inexplicably. I thought for a crazy moment that it was all over, that I would be able to go, but this was soon clear to not be the case. The thick, knobbly head pushed slightly against my opening, almost as if it was testing something. I have always loved to masturbate, and I have always thought the thicker the better, but this was beyond that. I felt, as it pushed just a little more, a little harder each time, like I was going to be stretched to my limit, that I would surely tear and it would hurt, but somehow it didn't happen. The walls of my vagina were pushed farther than ever before, and suddenly it was in, with a popping feeling, and the opening of my pussy was taut around the huge root.
>> Anonymous
There was no way I could take any more, I thought. I have reached my limit. Two tendrils identical to the ones in my nose began writhing up my shirt, and wrapped around my nipples, and began to gently twist around them, and tease them. The little nubs became hard against my will, and this made the thin stalks go wild, and dance patterns across my breasts. In sync with this, the bulbous root in my pussy started to slide deeper and deeper inside of my, and it began to pulse in and out with a rhythm of its own. I could feel each tiny feature of the root inside of me, each bump slid into me with a stretching feeling, and I could feel exactly where it was from that point on. The pleasure was unimaginable. I felt it building inside of me, until it exploded. I physically came, and squirted a small puddle of cloudy cum into the clear gel. A small tendril quickly siphoned it up, and sped away again.
>> Anonymous
Soon, the root inside of me came to a stop, and drew out of me, leaving me feeling open. My pussy gaped and more of the clear gel flooded into me, filling the void. I was deftly lifted back into the air, and was greeted with another cloud of pink gas. I watched as the deep red flower unfurled, unveiling a giant stamen. It was probably a foot long and at least 5 inches in diameter. I knew by now what was going to happen next, as the tendrils lowered me neatly onto the thing. I came immediately. It filled me as I had never been filled before. It felt so good, I ached for all of it. Any apprehensions I had were long gone. I had already been fucked by the root, which was clearly just preparing me for this. I came, one orgasm shuddering across my body after another. The petals wrapped firmly around my ass and hips, locking me into place on the stamen. Several more tendrils started stroking my clit. The plant took me completely, fucking me mercilessly.
>> Anonymous
7chan has an Erotic Literature thread, take your thread-clogging fanfic shit there
>> Anonymous
in before Bel-Air
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One orgasm after another shuddered through my body, and I let my mind go blank as I was overcome by pleasure, unimaginable pleasure. The gel in my pussy squished out with every plunge of the stamen, and dripped down my ass onto the ground. A few more tendrils took their cue and started writhing and going in a line to my asshole. A lump rose in my throat. I was a virgin when it came to any kind of anal play. It had always made me uncomfortable. I had no choice, though, as one tiny tendril snaked its way into my ass. Then another joined it, and another, and another, until my asshole was crammed with hundreds of tiny, wiggling tendrils. I cried in desperation and frustration. I didn't want them there. They began to stretch me uncomfortably, with no signs of stopping.
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Man, that was one of the funniest scenes in Evil Dead. Bitch shoulda stayed in the cabin.
>> Anonymous
>I live with my increasingly senile grandma in rural Wisconsin. She has a lot of property, most of it is open fields where her prize cattle graze.

Nothing kills my boner faster than a story that begins like Orson Welles' infamous frozen peas commercial ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V14PfDDwxlE ).
>> Anonymous
o shit. hella fucked up. Forgot
A low fog was starting to settle into the trees, and my feet were cold. I walked hesitantly into the brush, and called. The cow moo'ed in answer. I knew I was getting closer. The ground was getting muddier and muddier, and I could see a lot of broken brush and the mud started to emit a terrible stench. I've been around a lot of cow shit in my day, but this was much worse. It permeated your nostrils with a smell so vile, my immediate instinct was to run away from that place as fast as possible. Instead, I went forth even faster, telling myself "she's probably just right around the corner."

I was going too fast, and I suddenly burst into a clearing, and I was greeted by the most bizarre, most terrifying, most shocking sight of my life. A giant plant, bright red in color was rooted in the middle of a mini sort of bog, with roots everywhere. It was releasing a noxious pink gas that clearly was the sauce of the nasty smell. The plant itself was structured strangely, with one huge flowerbud in the middle, and a thick stock with tendrils that had curled around nearby trees and broken logs. It looked exotic, like something out of a rainforest, not fucking Wisconsin. Frankly, it scared me pretty badly, because it looked like one of those plants that eat bugs, but blown up human-sized. I sure didn't want to make the news with "Bizarre Alien Plant Devours Farm Girl." I stayed rooted to the spot. Then, bravely, I picked up a little rock and chucked it at the big flower. It didn't find its mark, and the plant did nothing. I found myself a weightier stone, and threw it as hard as I could.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Moar?
>> Anonymous
Moar!!
>> Anonymous
Great, more ficiton in /d/.