The Library of Shokushu is both large, and well-stocked, so it is only natural that there are some areas of it less perused that others. Towards the East Wing there lies the Botany section, for some reason, more or less unfrequented. So, Sesserath thought to itself, nobody would notice if a bookshelf was slid to one side gently to make room for a Strange and Interesting Plant, as it slid its way into the corner, setting up its plantpot so that a few rays of light would catch some straggling feler stalks as they trailed across the floor, disturbing the otherwise smooth, almost phallic appearance of the long, green shaft, opening up into a wide, pink-petalled flower covered in tiny white spots. Unbeknownst to those who might walk by, the spores slowly emanating from its head had side-effects when employed against humans, other than simple hayfever. Hot flushes, shivers of sensitivity...uncontrollable urges...
Sesserath inwardly chuckled as it settled down to wait, as a Venus Flytrap that would sit and wait for the perfect prey, whilst emitting a scent and appearance pleasing to it, there would surely be one amongst Shokushu that would fall for his lures.

Crystal was wearing the everyday Shokushu uniform. She wandered into the library. It was huge. She was sure to find a good book here. She began to wander around through the bookcases. The library was incredible and huge. She couldn't hear anyone.

It made her happy, sos he could read in peace. She came to the botany section. Perfect. She began began to look through the books. As she looked through, she felt a tingling sensation go through her body.

She turned and saw a potted plant. It looked like one she's never seen. She smiled and slowly walked over to it. For some reason, this feeling she was getting, seemed to draw her towards the plant. She kneeled down infront of it and stared hard at it. She wondered if it was rare. She slowly poked the head of it with her finger.

Sesserath tingled with delight as this nubile young student came over to him, completely trusting, allowing his stalk to shake slightly as she pords him gently, allowing her the treat of a little shower of pollen from his flowery head as he shakes, waiting for her eyes to move upwards to note this new scattering, before slowly, subtly moving a number of thin, flexible feelers down from the base of the pot, slithering their way down onto the hard wooden floor, crawling in invisible patterns towards her legs, then stopping before the movement is noticed.

She smiled brightly at its reaction to her touch. She watched the spores. Her senses became sensitive. She did not know why. She wondered if it was the spores from this strange plant. She continued to study it, oblivious to all around her.

Sesserath inwardly chuckled with delight at the ease of this girl's comfort to his intoxicating abilities. Lightly, he began to reach up and tickle at her sides in a playful, gentle manner with two of his vines upon either of her flanks, not yet opening his eyes enough to show his true nature.

She felt the vines tickle her. She thought she had brushed against them on accident. The feeling she got from them, felt good from the stimuli she was getting from the pollen. She let the vines continue to tickle her, while she continued to examine the plant. Her body continued to get even more sensitive. She didn't even notice.

Sesserath decided that now was his chance...he began to pour more moisture into the tickling tendrils along her sides, causing them to swell and thicken, one of them rather rudely snaking its way down the front of her school uniform, pushing its way in between her cleavage, as a second begins rubbing gently up and down her spine, a third slowly trailing its way across her inner thighs, first up one, then down the other, and the fourth around the back of her neck.

Her skin was tingling. She was enjoying the feeling, but it didn't seem right. These "vines" seemed to be coming to life. She noticed they were all starting to slither across her body. She did not like this. She began to back away from the strange plant and tried to get away from the strange vines. She grabbed at them and started to pull them away.

The "vines" around her begin to slowly tighten, a fifth one joining her legs, all of them seeming far more moist and slippery now as they expertly ran over her, the questing tendrils around her legs holding a little tighter as they wrap around her legs, the long, thick appendage between her breasts slowly spreading them apart as it thickens, one upon the back of her neck slithering along onto her cheek, slowly caressing the skin upon her face, the length of the long, thick stalk itself almost becoming perceptibly longer, raising the flower a little higher about the young, naive Crystal.

She gasped. She tried to pull them off, but they had a tight grip on her and she couldn't remove them. She grunted and felt them all along her. Her skin tingled and spread through her body. She tried to ignore these feelings and focused on the vines. "What the hell is happening?" She began to blush slightly as the vines touched her in places no other person has ever seen before.

It was time, he thought, as Sesserath slowly opened his eyes, and whispered a reply, soft, dry, as the tentacles about her legs began to move slowly upwards, the one upon her cheek tickling the corner of her mouth. "You've always been into plants, now plants want to be into you..."

((That was a good line ))
She gasped as she heard a voice. She looked around. It was just her and the plant. She gasped. "What are you?" She tried to crawl away from it. She felt the tendrils slithering slowly up her legs.

((Thank you, I thought it was cheesy, but glad you like it))

Sesserath opened his bright red eyes, tilting her head so that she stares into them, the tendrils going up her legs probing gently at her panties as the long, thick tentacle between her breasts quivers. "Oh, I'm just a rumour..." he chuckles playfully.

She gulped. She had never heard of a live plant in the library. If she had heard that, she would have immediatly came in search of it, but she never knew what it was capable of. "I don't care what you are, just get these things off of me." She still had control over her body, even though the feelings she was getting from the vines were giving her great feelings. They felt good to her, but she wouldn't let a plant give them to her, no matter how much she loved plants.

Sesserath cackled quietly to himself as the two tendrils tickling her panties slowly gripping hold of the soft, white underwear, pulling it apart into shreds in a split second, the tips of the questing appendages exploring the delicate sex lips and her firm rear, tentatively. "Oh, they'll get off alright..." he chuckles, growing slowly to his full size of over seven foot tall, a long, thick central tentacle exposed on his front, very much resembling a human cock, but of course, dark green.