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"My first Vore Day submission :D

Edit: to add a short story to lead up to the events you are about to witness
and many thanks to monroethelizard (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/monroethelizard) for helping me edit the story into something easier to read :D

As she walked into the enclosure in the of the Anthrivoroboritum, the air was thick and humid. It smelled of sweet exotic flowers and light rain. She looked over at the walls around her as the door was shut behind her, and her body quivered in anticipation. Her name was Sadie -- at least that's what her friends called her. She was a tall and lanky white-tailed deer with big, blue eyes and hair that brushed past her cheeks as she took small steps into the enclosure. She nervously touched her horn stubs, those nubs that she kept filed down to a befitting length. The look was completed by small, pert breasts under a loose t-shirt, long legs, and a tight, round butt that filled out her jeans. Just then, Sadie stumbled over a root, snagging her hoof! Her heart skipped a beat.

She knew what she had signed up for, what she had signed away. The waiver was surprisingly thin as she filled out her name, agreeing to be a voluntary meal for the plants within the walls of this beautiful place. A few days ago when she visited as a guest, the room felt much smaller inside. The walls were coated in vines and striking blue flowers that felt like they were turning towards her as she made her way to the clearing where the main body of the plant was rooted.

Several large windows connected the room to an enclosure that Sadie couldn't see inside of, but she knew that paying guests were eagerly watching her every move. It was not every day that a willing 'Prey-Thing' like herself signed up, after all. Especially rare was a Prey-Thing that requested an adults-only showing. The implication was clear: she planned to enjoy herself throughout the process. Sadie tugged at the thick red collar around her neck as she took a few more small steps deeper into the display. Her breath shuddered. It was thrilling to have all those unseen eyes watching her.

That's when she saw it: a large, no, a massive blue and pink bloom, large enough to lay on with room to spare. Dionaea Drosera, or more commonly know as Dionysus Nightshade, rooted low to the ground, its thick, blue petals forming an organic ramp up to its receptacle. Several thick, royal blue stamens protruding from its center, its organs of both pollination and predation. Sadie knew this plant primarily preyed on warm-blooded mammals. Typically, whatever small to medium sized jungle creatures wander into its center for a taste of its sweet and intoxicating nectar. There, the inebriated prey would be drawn into its root system, slowly churned and digested into nutrients. The thought alone filled her belly with the same heat she felt whenever she pleasured herself alone in her room with these thoughts. But now it was real, she was standing there at the precipice of the conclusion where her prey tendencies had naturally brought her.

She walked up to the plant and leaned over to take a deep breath. The smell alone was immediately arousing. Sweet, warm, earthy... and something else, something almost antiseptic. It stung her nostrils. She took a step back and pulled off her top, her bare chest exposed to warm air of the enclosure. She did a little twirl, just to make sure everyone saw her exposed breasts, nipples peaked with excitement. Her hand reached out to the tip of one of the stamens to touch it. The texture was smooth and rubbery like a banana skin, almost uniform in its thickness and color its surface, save for a single small opening at the tip. Juices leaked from the small, pencil-thick opening as Sadie gave it a gentle squeeze. She flushed as she opened her mouth to suckle on it for a moment, the instinctive action catching even her off guard. Sadie's head was spinning as the nectar coated her tongue, the sensation quickly traveling down her body like electricity. Her knees shook like a yearling's.

In what felt like instinct, she began to grope at her own crotch. She quickly shimmied out of her pants, uncovering her thigh high stockings. Those thigh-highs were the same deep red as her collar, with the word 'PREY' printed along the top band. Her cock was restrained in a flat headed chastity cage, the lock glued shut months ago. She lifted one leg and gently stepped onto a large inviting petal. The stamens reacted immediately, inviting her to get closer...

Closer...

Closer...

Sadie found herself sitting in the plant's receptacle. She must have crawled up in her needy haze. Her cock tip throbbed in its cage, dripping pre, her fluid mixing with the plant's nectar. Sadie's breath quickened as the cool flesh of the plant reacted to her weight, the petals forming a comfortable place for her to enjoy her last moments. The stamens wrapped around her thighs and held her legs, slowly and firmly pulling them apart and upward. Sadie looked to one of the windows, held up her fist, and signed off with a peace sign on her fingers. Her grand finale was about to commence." - Artist