Red was nosy.
As always.
And boy, was she pissed.
She had tried half an hour to squeeze out from Cotterpin for what use that
giant lenghty vibrating thingie was made for. But try to squeeze something
out from a Doozer. Cotterpin just bombarded her with technobabble
specifications - resonant frequency 50 Hz, automatic energy transformation,
blathis, blathat..., and then she transported the big thingie over the border
to Gorg territory. Red was nosy, maybe, but not suicidal. She watched from a
safe distance that Ma Gorg transported the thingie away.
Five minutes later she heard the most gruesome squeals in her life that would
have made even Uncle Matt running away in terror.
And Red didn't know what in Blundigs name was going on, and it drove her
up the cave walls.
She had to find out any random secret to sooth her nerves. Any. Whatever.
"Mokey, why is Langford called a Night-Blooming Yellow-Leaved
Deathwort ?" "Well, you see his yellow leaves?" "Yes." "And have you
ever see him bloom at night?" "No, because I usually don't see anything
at night", remarked Red snippily. "But why Deathwort? He couldn't
kill a spiderfly. In fact, he just sits there all the day photo...photo..."
"Photosynthesizing?" "Yes, whatever. And neither can he be poisonous
because I once saw a toetickler caterpillar eat a fallen leaf. So, why..."
Mokey was hesitating.
"Ah, I knew it was a secret! WannaknowwannaknowWANNAKNOW!"
"No, I can't tell. I think you are still too young..."
"And I thought you were my best friend!
WannaknowwannaknowWANNAKNOW!"
"Okay, okay, I tell you tomorrow. I have to do some urgent gardening now."
Mokey hoped that Reds attention-disorder would make her forget the whole
thing, but that should turn out to be a miscalculation.
It was pitch dark. Only the caged firefly gave a dim light when Red sneaked
into Mokeys sleeping chamber. Langford sat on a cave wall like always.
Red came closer and held the firefly up.
"Oooh!" whispered Red. Langford was blooming with big violet...
Pebble Pox und Fraggle Flu! Red swore silently. That bloom looked
exactly like Cotterpins gizmo! A conspiracy!
Slowly she came nearer to scrutinize.
"Huhaha!" Langford wound some vines around her legs. "Hu-hi-no time
for tickling games, haha we will wake Mokey!" The vines pulled taut.
"Now be a nice plant and MFFFF!" Suddenly, Red was gagged. And then
she felt another bloom entering her yoni. She had always wondered
why Gobo, Boober and Wembley hadn't one, too. Did this mean that...
"MMMMM!"
Strange feelings were racing through her body, very pleasing feelings...
Squirming wildly, she shook her head free. "OOOH!" Her lust cries finally
woke up Mokey. "AAAH! I'm dying! I'm dying!" Reds last thoughts were
"So that is why it is called a Deathwort!" when she finally collapsed
orgasming. Langford sucked her wetness dry to the last drop.
When Red opened her eyes again, Mokey stood over her like some kind of Fraggle Demeter trying to protecting her daughter from the neccessities of nature. "So you know my little secret now. I think I better tell you a bit about birds and bees and essential minerals, but don't tell the boys..."
The End