<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Plant on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/plant/</link><description>Recent content in Plant on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/plant/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2026/05/10/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/10/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="35-the-vines-of-lust"&gt;35: The Vines of Lust&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Summer and Caitlyn were sitting in Celine’s workshop. While Summer looked around with interest, closely examining every machine and invention, Caitlyn studied her soon-to-be teammate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Why did you send Celine an application?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Summer turned to the black-haired police officer and gave her a puzzled grin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I can’t exactly beg Ava’s parents to pay my tuition. So why not do something I enjoy and earn some money at the same time?” Summer said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and turned back to a machine that was processing cobwebs into threads and winding them onto spools.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rilliana and Trisha</title><link>/stories/2026/05/09/rilliana-and-trisha/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/09/rilliana-and-trisha/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="7-the-vines-of-lust"&gt;7: The Vines of Lust&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Summer and Caitlyn were sitting in Celine’s workshop. While Summer looked around with interest, closely examining every machine and invention, Caitlyn studied her soon-to-be teammate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Why did you send Celine an application?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Summer turned to the black-haired police officer and gave her a puzzled grin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I can’t exactly beg Ava’s parents to pay my tuition. So why not do something I enjoy and earn some money at the same time?” Summer said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and turned back to a machine that was processing cobwebs into threads and winding them onto spools.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Typical Tentacles</title><link>/stories/2025/11/30/typical-tentacles/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/30/typical-tentacles/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Andy was back in the factory again. He and a friend had decided to check out the basement of this old abandoned steel mill last week, and he had noticed a very strange looking plant that drew his attention. It was a plant with a bulbous stem, and several flowers near the base. He had immediately wondered how it would feel inside of him. And as he was currently between partners, of either gender, he was looking for something more than silicone to help bring him some pleasure. He hoped that this plant could potentially be that additional pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Garden Centre</title><link>/stories/2025/07/27/the-garden-centre/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/27/the-garden-centre/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kayleigh Dougherty had reached the lowest point in her life! Her five-year old marriage was well and truly over, and only yesterday she was among six employees let go by her company! As she sat in one of the many eating places located in the open air market, she thought to herself, “I’m not going to go gently into the pit of despair, I’m going to pull myself together and make a new start!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hallow's End</title><link>/stories/2025/04/19/hallows-end/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/19/hallows-end/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-a-wrong-turn"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 1: A Wrong Turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tommy let out a long sign. “Of course it’s starting to rain,” he thought. He wouldn’t normally be walking home from work, but his car was in the shop and his work wasn’t far from home. At least it wasn’t far when driving. Walking, however, was a completely different matter. It had taken him just over an hour to walk to work and now he was only twenty minutes from work with rain setting in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2025/03/16/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/16/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="28-bondage-solo-leveling"&gt;28: Bondage Solo Leveling&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Caitlyn packed her bag and threw in all sorts of training and bondage equipment in case she got bored on her training trip. To the right of it was a packed tent that would protect her from possible rain. Meanwhile, her mom Terra and dad Aaron were packing her food. After the initial shock of his wife&amp;rsquo;s sudden reappearance, he was now full of love for her again and had taken extra time off from his last business trip to spend some time with her and his children. Normally, Caitlyn would have been all for it, but after a few days she realized that she needed to practice. Practicing to become a better magician and to steel her body to do justice to the tasks of a police officer in Leon City.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Side Stories</title><link>/stories/2023/12/02/leon-city-side-stories/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/02/leon-city-side-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-protector-of-the-woods"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 Protector of the Woods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her cell phone rang early in the morning. Denise groaned in annoyance and groped sleepily for the troublemaker and answered the call.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…Yes?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Boss, we just arrived at the forest and…&amp;rdquo; Her employee fell silent, afraid to continue speaking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What is it this time?&amp;rdquo; she asked, already expecting some shit about why her guys couldn&amp;rsquo;t cut down the forest for yet another time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The vehicles are all covered in trees,&amp;rdquo; she said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Keyholder Demoness</title><link>/stories/2023/04/02/keyholder-demoness/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/02/keyholder-demoness/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="book-2"&gt;Book 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-01"&gt;Chapter 01&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A gibbous moon illuminates the mountains and valleys below. Its light only shines through the canopy of evergreen in brief patches. Somewhere, in the dark spaces between, chains are rattling. There is a rhythm to the sound. Soon the chains are accompanied by grunting, and another voice panting. Occasionally a muffled moan.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is a voice - soft, melodic - broken occasionally by pops and clicks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Passion Fruit</title><link>/stories/2022/02/09/passion-fruit/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/09/passion-fruit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mary was really excited. She had finally gotten a grant to study the disappearance of a colony that settled on the island she now stood on. The Polynesian Island was densely forested but mapped by satellites so she had no problem locating the site of the old colony. The colony was located near a stream where it entered the ocean. It only took the boat crew an hour to unload her equipment and help her to set up her base camp next to the beach, just inside the tree line, about a quarter of a mile from the colony. Once everything was ready and the radio was checked the crew left her alone on the island. They were scheduled to return in 2 weeks to pick her up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Carnivorous Planet</title><link>/stories/2021/07/28/carnivorous-planet/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/28/carnivorous-planet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Breathable air, Earth-like gravity, presence of water and vegetation. Small insect like creatures, small harmless animals detected and so far no known large predators on this Earth like planet. Looks like planet Vega P69 will become mankind&amp;rsquo;s next planet to colonize.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Space explorer Sandra reviews the data, removes her glasses, fixes her long luscious blonde hair as she looks up at her fellow space explorer Adam. &amp;ldquo;Yes, the data looks great but we still need to land and do some exploring.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ian's Revenge</title><link>/stories/2014/03/21/ians-revenge/</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/21/ians-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mary Rourke returned the phone to its cradle with a frown. None of the others were answering their phones, and the silence was beginning to worry her. Especially since tonight was to be the celebration of their latest coup.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Rainbow of Dreams, that’s what they called themselves. Stacy Brown, the lawyer who knew every trick, every loophole. Brenda Marshall, the accountant who could make any number do whatever she chose. Marla Freemont, the high official with the city’s Commerce Department, with her myriad contacts in local, state and federal government. And Mary, the seductress, head an array of businesses geared toward man’s baser instincts.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Djinn</title><link>/stories/2013/09/16/djinn/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/09/16/djinn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In a large, smoky cavern, a strange meeting was taking place. The cavern, lit only by torches, seemed to stretch forever, any sign of walls or ceiling lost within the surrounding darkness. The torches, set on poles, lighted only a small circle of the floor. Within that circle, set back into the shadows nearly at the edge of complete darkness, sat a curved row of seven throne like chairs. Their occupants, four male, three female, gazed silently at the two who stood in the center of the circle.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rrafnop</title><link>/stories/2012/08/22/rrafnop/</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/08/22/rrafnop/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Lieutenant Daniels, please report to the bridge immediately.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sighing, John Daniels rose from his bunk and slipped into his uniform shirt. Turning, he stepped through the door separating the sleeping quarters from the bridge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Commander, why bother to use the intercom?” Daniels knew the question was useless, but felt compelled to ask it anyway. “Why not just holler?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Commander T’Serra glanced toward him, one elegant eyebrow rising slightly. “’Hollering’,” she said in her even tones, “is neither proper procedure, nor is it a logical method of communication. We are approaching out destination. Please take your station.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Deflowered</title><link>/stories/2012/04/28/deflowered/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/04/28/deflowered/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the rare occasion that she was able to stop and take stock of the events that had taken place in her life over the past two years, it seemed odd to Gwen that there were still things that managed to take her by surprise and cause her to wonder if it would all turn out in the end to have been a crazy dream. She almost laughed out loud when she realised that it had once been as likely for a girl from her estate back home to see the inside of a limousine without a gaggle of other women on a raucous hen night as it would have been for her to step foot on the surface of the moon.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Deflowered 2</title><link>/stories/2012/04/28/deflowered-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/04/28/deflowered-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="deflowered.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At first, Gwen could not be sure whether the light that filled her vision was blinding her because she had opened her own eyes or not. Her mind was fogged, as though she were waking up with a terrible hangover and it was hard to make sense of her surroundings. While it seemed to follow that she must have been inundated with the light because she had just opened her eyes, there was the inescapable feeling that they had already been looking into some kind of impenetrable darkness when something else changed and admitted the relentless beams.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pet Sitter</title><link>/stories/2012/01/20/the-pet-sitter/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/01/20/the-pet-sitter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Renee handed the app to the woman.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Taneesha. Is that how you pronounce it - tuh NEESH ah?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, ma&amp;rsquo;am.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, let&amp;rsquo;s see. You have experience with dogs, cats, and fish. What about turtles, lizards, snakes?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taneesha shrugged. &amp;ldquo;Not much.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;None would be more like it. Only pet she ever had was a turtle and it died after two days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you have any experience with plants?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Some. I mean they&amp;rsquo;re plants, right?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Growth Hormone</title><link>/stories/2011/07/31/growth-hormone/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/07/31/growth-hormone/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;You have all read about genetically modified plants in the press. Some say they are a terrible evil that will no doubt destroy the world while others think they will be the saviour of the human race. Me, I tend to go with the former idea right now as my current situation is giving me a very unique perspective on the subject.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is, well, I guess my name does not matter right now. I am quite, quite naked and I guess I must be burning quite nicely out here in the hot sunshine. I would have liked to have crawled into the shade some time ago, but unfortunately my ankles are tied tightly to two stakes which keep me very firmly here. Those same stakes also keep my ankles rather widely spread where I would like to pull them tightly together. Very tightly together in fact.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Wand Part 2: Emily</title><link>/stories/2010/06/13/the-wand-part-2-emily/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/06/13/the-wand-part-2-emily/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="the_wand.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part Two: Emily&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The morning was beautiful, the sun is shining, the wind of the previous week is gone, and in my lounge, locked in a hamster cage, is the shrunken body of my betraying boyfriend. The bastard has been screwing my best friend Emily and I had been shown him doing so by the magic contained within the wand!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I reached out and yes the wand lay next to me, a twisted piece of thin stick with a carved handle and a lot of power. The wand would help me, I can feel its affinity to my thoughts, the wand will grant me the power to seek my revenge, or is it justice, on those that have betrayed my trust. The wand, I reach out to pick it up, its power ripples through my fingers, melding into my hand, shaping its self to my thoughts, becoming a part of me!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Better Way to Go</title><link>/stories/2008/11/06/a-better-way-to-go/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/06/a-better-way-to-go/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Elise kept her left arm looped over the handrail, then took a long look down into the abyss. The resolve that had slowly built to firmness was showing its first signs of faltering.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had almost forgotten her fear of heights when she decided to end it all in a dive from the bridge. It was clearly the only way she could do the deed. There were of course other ways; an overdose of sleeping pills would have been easier and less messy, but somehow she felt it would be the coward&amp;rsquo;s way out. She did not own a gun and the idea of working overtime at the diner for a couple of months to buy one was just too much more of the very problem that led her to this place tonight. Besides, there was something about the fact that she feared heights; it would not be mere cowardice that sent her to her doom. Somehow that made the whole business more honorable. Still …&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lab Rabbit</title><link>/stories/2007/11/17/lab-rabbit/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/17/lab-rabbit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tonight it&amp;rsquo;s time for a special experiment,&amp;rdquo; said Doc patting me on my head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure you can assist me on that matter, Nancy?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tried to nod my head, though my current posture didn&amp;rsquo;t allow much movement. I was standing on my knees on a metal lab table, my neck, wrists and ankles were locked wide apart in thick black plastic stocks fixed to the opposite sides of the table top. I was bent over the padded metal frame running across the table, my head was fixed on a level with my feet. My bottom was protruding back and up and my breasts were dangling below, nipples touching the cold metal surface. My white lab coat laid folded properly on a couch beside the table as well as blouse, skirt and undies. Shoes went under the couch. I was totally naked, for the sake of purity of the experiment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 3: Fairies &amp; the Sacred Glade</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-green-chapter-3-fairies-the-sacred-glade/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-green-chapter-3-fairies-the-sacred-glade/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_green02.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 2: Chlorophene the Druid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Fairies &amp;amp; the sacred glade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a story about two girls in the woods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They run along the broad grassy glades, the sunlight dancing on their full crinolines, their parasols spinning and Yippie the tiny dog trotting at their ribbon-slippered heels. After a delightful picnic of tea and cucumber sandwiches, they spend the long afternoon gathering flowers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rejuvenation</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/rejuvenation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/rejuvenation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lillian slowly strolls through the woods, looking around, wondering
where she could be and how she got here. The trees are in full bloom, birds
are chirping merrily, nearby a couple of deer are grazing peacefully. “It
looks so beautiful here, unlike myself” she said to herself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While it is
true that she no longer possessed the beauty of a young supermodel, she still
could catch an eye or two even though she had reached her 40&amp;rsquo;s. Sure, her
5'1” frame had a couple extra pounds, a few extra wrinkles, a sag here and
there, but her gentle brown eyes and calming smile more than made up for her
small misgivings. She walks toward a clearing where a gentle stream is flowing
through. When she reached the stream to sit down, she noticed a familiar
figure resting in the shade of a large oak tree.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vore-Acious Appetite</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/vore-acious-appetite/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/vore-acious-appetite/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Do not use without the author&amp;rsquo;s permission.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Whoa!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At Master&amp;rsquo;s command, the two ponygirls skidded to a halt in front of a small cabin just off the park trail. A sign out front indicated that it had male and female restrooms.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Man, I gotta take a wicked dump!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Master jumped out of the cart and crouched down in front of the panting women, using short chains with clips to quickly hobble each girl&amp;rsquo;s ankles together.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>