Her pod glistened pink and was slathered with the watery fertiliser that had once been a bright, happy girl like Sara. It waited expectantly for her. She could see clearly where she was supposed to fit into the beast. It had holes for her legs, some tubes for her pooper and pussy, and some pinprick holes to suck on her titties. There was a kind of indented outline of a somewhat more filled out girl, like the gods had created it for the sole purpose of reducing women to smelly piles of goopy bones.
Sara hesitated, unable to willingly comply with the guard’s request. This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t her fault that Miss Fallow didn’t teach them enough. Why should she have to die for her teacher’s mistakes… It wasn’t fair.
“Don’t tally too long little girl, or we’ll make an eggsack out of you yet. The grey stalker’s would love to have a pretty little plaything like you.”
Sara sniffled, then she made her choice.. She lowered herself over the Gourdplant and waited.for it to grab her.