After a string of debaucherous actions involving a giant flower, Withania finds her body transformed in ways that bring new pleasures and troubles in equal levels.
It need not even be a balance if one so chooses. Like the intricacies of flight, there's always changes and adaptations to events encountered or sought. Wouldn't it be interesting if she could become a spy, capable of infiltrating the most guarded of places in the guise of a pamphlet or a letter? Since her abilities aren't active magic, spell detections wouldn't work, and the only real question anyone could have is why the paper is reading as "alive". đ
Paper Press radiated the type of commanding presence that seemed to dominate all, and every part of Withania was attuned to it. She felt a strange shame that a bookworm like this unicorn, who probably wouldnât last fifteen minutes weeding out a flowerbed, could instantly outclass her like this. But at the same time she craved it. She wanted to be put in her place by this goddess-
: "Why do you think I hired her?"
âI didnât know that in advance,â she protested. âBut even if youâre right, can you blame me? Already my friends are like âOooh Withania, do weird plant stuff!â and itâs like the pony I was a month ago doesnât even matter any more. Also umm, Iâm a little confused as to what weâre doing right nowâŚâ
That those exactly my thoughts for this interrogation so far.
Just so thereâs no misunderstandings here, in case youâre feeling alarmed by any of this, rest assured that Iâm going to eat you
In any other context this would be a good reason to be alarmed.
Your body is like a plant, something for me to harvest, make bedding with, even graze upon as I wish.
Withania: "Careful, I might grow thorns." Paper Press: "Is that a threat? Because that would only make things better for me..."
âIâve taken advantage of your nature, Withania,â continued Paper Press. âYour body is like a plant, something for me to harvest, make bedding with, even graze upon as I wish. You like that, but also youâre afraid that this is all youâre good for now. Thereâs a part of you that secretly likes to be objectified like this. Imagine if I just owned you forever, growing you in a pot on my windowsill to fluster and devour on a daily basis⌠youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
It need not even be a balance if one so chooses. Like the intricacies of flight, there's always changes and adaptations to events encountered or sought.
Wouldn't it be interesting if she could become a spy, capable of infiltrating the most guarded of places in the guise of a pamphlet or a letter? Since her abilities aren't active magic, spell detections wouldn't work, and the only real question anyone could have is why the paper is reading as "alive". đ
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: "Why do you think I hired her?"
That those exactly my thoughts for this interrogation so far.
In any other context this would be a good reason to be alarmed.
Withania: "Careful, I might grow thorns."
Paper Press: "Is that a threat? Because that would only make things better for me..."
Well, I guess I'm into flattening now. Always fun to read this story!
Okay, too far!
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