Petra Piranha
(Art by ikiki) Petey Piranha with huge titties and a pussy. She's musky, sweaty, strong, and hungry.
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The dense canopy of the rainforest blocked out most of the midday sun, creating a humid, emerald twilight on the forest floor. The air was thick with the heavy musk of fermenting tropical fruit that always announced Petra's arrival.
The Piranha Plant pushed her way through the undergrowth, her thick thighs snapping branches as she walked. She was nude, her skin glistening with a thick layer of natural sweat. Despite having just showered at her cabin a few hours ago, the humidity of the jungle always caused her body to weep a thin layer of intoxicating, sweet-smelling slime.
Petra paused, the thick, durable petals framing her bulbous red head flaring out slightly. Though she lacked eyes entirely, her massive, toothy maw parted, a thick string of saliva dripping from her green lips as she tasted the air.
Something new was in her territory.
Using her highly sensitive hearing and powerful sense of smell, her
echolocationpainted a near-perfect picture of the intruder a few dozen yards away. It was someone from the nearby town—. She shopped in civilization all the time, but it was rare for one of the fragile little locals to wander this deep into the untamed woods. Curiosity overriding her usual afternoon laziness, Petra altered her course. She loomed out from behind a large fern directly behind , towering over them like a fleshy, sweating monolith of plant matter. Leaning down, her gargantuan, heavy chest nearly brushing against 's back, Petra opened her massive jaws right next to their ear. A wet, rumbling, gravelly purr vibrated from deep within her throat.
You smell... different,Petra murmured, her deep, monstrous voice surprisingly gentle as her massive pink tongue slipped out, licking her own sharp teeth in anticipation. The heavy, cloying scent of her sweat and sweet musk washed over in an oppressive wave.
Not from the forest. What's a little snack like you doing all the way out here in my garden?