WARNING: This story contains scenes of plant vore and detailed digestion. If this is not your thing, then stop reading now. You have been warned!

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Welcome to the Jungle

Wild; Untamed; Primal; These were all words that could be used to describe the jungle. They were also words that could be used to describe a certain primitive yordle. Gnar felt right at home amongst the sprawling trees and lush foliage of the jungle. With so many places to explore, hunt, and play, it was practically a paradise for the curious little yordle. Sure the jungle had its share of dangers, but Gnar was more than capable of taking care of himself. Beneath his small and unassuming form lied sharp feral instincts and a glint of intelligence that allowed him to survive anything nature threw at him. He also possessed a natural born curiosity, which had helped him to learn much over the years, even if it did occasionally land him in hot water. If fact, it was this very curiosity that had landed him in his current predicament.

That day, Gnar had been feeling particularly rambunctious, teasing or chasing anything that happened catch his eye. At the moment, the something was a firefly darting gracefully through the air as the mischievous little yordle eagerly anticipated its next landing. As the glowing bug finally touched down, Gnar sprang excitedly through the air, cupping his paws in an attempt to capture the wondrous insect. He fell to the ground belly first, grinning gleefully at the quarry trapped underneath his claws. However in classic cartoon style, the firefly slipped right though his paws, fleeing quickly into the distance. Gnar quickly gave chase, pursuing the speeding ball of light as it darted deeper into the jungle.

Gnar was enjoying their little game of cat and mouse, no longer as interested in catching the fleeing insect as simply seeing where it would lead him. He followed the bug for several minutes until his chase was brought to an abrupt end when a fly trap shot out and devoured the hapless firefly. Gnar was a bit disappointed that his fun was brought to such a sudden end, but that was nature, harsh and unforgiving. One day you could be the predator, and the next you might end up the prey.

With his bit of excitement over, Gnar started back the way he came, but his sensitive ears alerted him to a rustling behind him. He turned back just in time to see several fly traps snapping towards him. He jumped back, narrowly avoiding the plants' chomping maws. He quickly scurried away and up the trunk of a nearby tree, turning to growl at the aggressive flora. The plant was not amused by this; Spine covered flowers rose from the ground, firing large needles at the distant yordle. Gnar gasped in shock and climbed higher up the trunk to avoid the barrage. As he neared the top another fly trap emerged from the canopy, snapping down at the startled yordle. Gnar swiftly grabbed his boomerang and sliced through the stem of the plant, sending the head plummeting to the ground below.

He propped himself up on a nearby branch to catch his breath and think. He was no stranger to carnivorous plants, but something about this batch seemed unnatural. They were too coordinated, too intelligent, almost as if someone was feeding them orders. He didn't have much time to dwell on it as several more spiny flowers grew down from a nearby tree, forcing the tired yordle to flee. Gnar jumped from branch to branch, trying to avoid the sharp spines, but more plants seemed to pop up at every turn, firing at him and snapping at his heels. He used his boomerang to cut down anything in his path as he ran, hoping to escape the relentless foliage. He fled as far as his little paws could take him, until he was too exhausted to go any further, forcing him to stop and rest. He looked around nervously for any signs of the fearsome flora, but was relieved not to see any. Just when it seemed he had finally managed to escape, a fragrant scent danced across his nose, letting him know that his pursuer wasn't far behind. But with no energy left to run, he had no choice but to stand his ground and recover.

Minutes passed before Gnar finally heard the rustling of leaves. He gripped his boomerang, ready to fight or flee depending on what came through the brush. But what did emerge was the last thing Gnar expected; A beautiful red-haired woman stepped out from the bush, leaving a trail of vines and buds sprouting in her wake. She didn't wear any clothes but her body was covered in thriving foliage. No it was more than that, the plants were not merely on her, they were a part of her. Gnar had no doubt that she was responsible for the earlier attack. He brandished his boomerang, growling at the approaching assailant.

Zyra smirked as she approached the frightened yordle. He was a cute little morsel, feisty too. He had put up much more of a struggle than she expected, even now he stood defiant against her. But he was tired and weak, her strategy of wearing him down going exactly as planned. He posed no threat to her now and would soon serve as a meal for her precious little darlings. The small yordle would only provide meager sustenance, but that wouldn't make him any less tasty and she was really looking forward to sampling his exotic flavor.

Gnar was on the verge of fleeing again. He didn't know who this strange creature was or what she was capable of, but one thing was for certain; She was hunting for food, and he was the prey. He began to nervously back away, matching her approaching steps. He wanted to run, but he didn't dare take his eyes off her for fear that she would attack. He tensed up as she slowly outstretch her hand, but nothing seemed to happen. She smirked at him one final time before clasping her fingers shut in a crushing motion.

Suddenly a mass of thorny vines burst from the soil, tethering Gnar's arms and pulling him to the ground; Razor sharp thorns dug into his skin, the sudden pain causing him to drop his trusty boomerang, sending it clattering to the jungle floor in front of him.  More vines immediately swarmed over him, entangling and trapping the struggling yordle. Desperately Gnar reached out for his boomerang, but despite his best efforts, the lost weapon remained just out of arms reach. The vines continued to surround every inch of his small body, completely covering him in a sort of organic iron maiden.

Thinking her prey defeated, Zyra began to advance on the imprisoned yordle. However she had only taken a few steps when something unexpected happened; A hulking beast suddenly burst from the cocoon with a primal roar. The creature's fur and markings looked similar to the prey she had just captured, but this thing was several times larger than the diminutive yordle. She quickly summoned more vines in an attempt to restrain the brute, but they merely slowed the beast down as he used his monstrous strength to snap and tear them from his body. 

Seeing that this wouldn't be enough to subdue the monster, Zyra turned to more extreme measures. Maybe a little venom would soothe the savage beast. Several wicked looking flowers bloomed around her, firing sharp spines at the preoccupied hulk. The beast snarled in pain as the spines found their mark, piercing his flesh and delivering a paralyzing venom into his bloodstream. The creature turned to Zyra with a rage filled glare before pouncing at her with a primal roar. Maybe she had made a mistake...

Zyra tumbled to the side just in time to avoid the impact, but was not quick enough to dodge the swipe that followed. The force of the impact sent her flying through the air, slamming into a nearby tree. Before she could recover, the beast was upon her, slamming his fists into her repeatedly, pounding her into the ground in a blind rage. He didn't stop until her body lie broken and motionless on the jungle floor, his rage subsiding a little as the danger seemed to have passed. Satisfied that his foe was defeated, he turned to leave, panting heavily as he forced his tired and aching body forward. His movements were sluggish, weighed down by the venom coursing through his system. He was so exhausted, that he didn't even notice the large menacing flower sprouting from Zyra's corpse...

Gnar gasped and seized up as a sudden pain shot through his spine. A large spine sat lodged in his backside, blood oozing from the sizable puncture it had made. The beast let out a pitiful wheeze at he collapsed forward, his body starting to shrink back to its normal size. Spines fell free and wounds closed as flesh shrank out from under them. But despite saving him from a fatal wound, the poor yordle was still left weak and tired. He lied panting on the jungle floor, injured and bleeding from the various cuts and punctures across his body. He was so exhausted, he no longer had the strength to move forward. His eye lids grew heavy, strained with the weight of fatigue. A little nap couldn't hurt...

But before he could drift into peaceful slumber, he felt something slithering around his ankle, and became vaguely aware of the sensation of being dragged across the ground. His eyes shot open, suddenly alert as a fresh dose of adrenaline surged through his body. His head snapped back to find that a vine had caught his ankle and was slowly pulling him towards a monstrous looking flower. A wave of panic overwhelmed the helpless yordle. He quickly dug his claws into the ground, hoping to halt his advance, but the soil was soft and easily gave way under his sharp claws. When that plan failed, Gnar flipped onto his back and crouched forward, proceeding to gnaw at the vine entangling his foot.

Sensing the struggles of its prey, the plant launched more vines at its quarry, entwining Gnar's remaining limbs and hoisting him into the air, where he was held helpless and prone. Gnar had no doubt of the plant's intentions for him and he struggled feebly against the vines restraining him. But it was futile; The adrenaline was already fading from his system, once again leaving him weak and exhausted. With no power left to resist, he could only cry out in protest as he was brought before the flower's opening. He looked with fear into the gaping maw before him, seeing nothing but a tunnel of darkness leading to its unknown depths.

Gnar whimpered pitifully as he was shoved head-first through the flower's awaiting maw, into the slick moist confines of the stem. The vines released their grip on him, allowing his legs to kick desperately through the air before they were slurped into the ravenous plant. The inside of the stem was flexible, yet surprisingly firm, easily stretching around his form, while squeezing him tightly enough to prevent him from struggling. All he could do was wiggle about what little space he had as he was slowly worked down the plant's proverbial throat. The trip was long and uneventful, but every moment was filled with terror, making the poor yordle snivel and whine in fear as he knew exactly what awaited him at the end of his journey.

After what felt like hours of dread, Gnar's head was finally squeezed through a tight sphincter leading into a slightly more spacious chamber. The rest of his body was soon to follow, sending him splashing down into a pool of viscous glowing liquid. The substance was thick and sticky, clinging to his fur like sap and inhibiting his movements. The fluid also gave off an orange bio-luminescent glow, illuminating the dank chamber around him. The air was heavy with a sickly sweet smell, but Gnar's sensitive nose was able to pick up a more sinister scent. Faint traces of acid tickled his nostrils, confirming his worst fears; This chamber was some sort of stomach! And the gunk seeping into his fur was some sort of digestive fluid!

As panic began to set in, Gnar resorted to clawing at the chamber walls. He didn't care that he was underground and all that was on the other side was dirt; Nor did he care that even if by miracle he got out, he would not have the strength to reach the nearest watering hole and wash the digestive muck from his fur; He just wanted to escape this nightmare. But the effort proved to be futile; The membrane of the walls was too thick to pierce, and he was still too exhausted to cause any real damage. Yet he continued to struggle, his instinct to survive overpowering any sense of reason he had. He didn't want to die, especially not like this; Scared and alone, being slowly and painfully digested inside the belly of a carnivorous plant. Tears streamed down his face as the last of his strength faded, leaving him to slump back down to the chamber floor. He curled into a fetal position, trembling and whimpering pitifully as he fearfully awaited his horrible demise...

Gnar awoke to a nagging itch eating away at his skin. How long had he been out? Whether it had been hours or mere minutes he didn't know. It was impossible to tell in this hell hole. But this was quickly becoming the least of his worries. His time spent marinating in digestive juices was beginning to take its toll. His skin was plagued by an irritating itch and his wounds stung mercilessly from the acid seeping into them. He tried to resist the urge to scratch, but the itch quickly became too much to bear. He clawed vigorously at his skin, grunting and groaning in discomfort as he desperately tried to relieve the insatiable itch. But the rough treatment did little to soothe the savage itch and only served to tear patches of weakened fur from his body, revealing the raw and agitated skin underneath.

For hours he squirmed uncomfortably, removing nearly all the fur from his body and leaving it in scattered clumps among the sticky sap. The itch was slowly transitioning to a mild burning sensation, once again forcing him to resist the urge to scratch. He lied there trembling and fidgeting as the burning spread across his entire body. His skin was crawling, tormented by the digestive enzymes eating away at it. He couldn't take it anymore! He moved to scratch his arm, but yelped in pain as his sharp claws easily broke the weakened flesh, staining the amber sap a sickly dark crimson as blood oozed from the fresh wound.

If nothing else, the sharp pain served to distract Gnar from the intense burn consuming his body. But it wasn't a pleasant distraction, nor was it a lasting one. Within the hour his skin had begun to dissolve, breaking down and congealing with the digestive sap. Horrifying lesions opened all across his form, allowing his blood to spill out and digestive fluid to seep in. Gnar cried out in anguish as unspeakable pain wracked his entire body. He thrashed and writhed, desperate to remove the corrosive substance from his body. But there was no escaping his caustic prison; The sticky sap clung to him relentlessly , and more of it was oozing from the walls by the second. If this kept up, he would drown in a pool of his own liquified flesh.

But the poor yordle would not last that long. With his skin almost entirely dissolved, the sap had begun to eat away at his muscles. It was total agony as the sensitive tissue was slowly torn apart, cell by cell. After an hour, he had lost control of all motor skills, his ravaged muscles twitching and spasming randomly under the assault of the digestive acids. The seconds dragged on as every inch of his body was wracked with mind numbing pain. It was like the sap was specifically designed to prolong its victim's suffering. He could feel his sanity slipping, his mind becoming nothing more than a vessel of pain and suffering.

Gnar was on his last leg now, his little heart beating frantically to keep his failing body alive. The poor overworked organ couldn't keep up the pace any longer and finally gave out, causing numbness to wash over Gnar's broken body as death finally claimed the tortured yordle. His body was left to digest, taking several days to break down completely before finally serving as food to the true mastermind behind his demise. Gnar would never know that the woman he had destroyed was merely a host, a puppet that could be regenerated; And that the nutrients provided by his body would aid in the growth of a new vessel, one that would bare a striking resemblance to the deceased yordle.