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The forest was starting to come into the peak of spring weather after the long cold winter that had seemed to make an end to all living things. The snows had long since melted and the birds were starting to flare to life with twittering cries of pleasure at the heat that soaked into their feathers. All the world was starting to come alive and it made even the laziest creature feel a burst of happiness at the warm sweet scents of freshly budding flowers and plants. The leaves were starting to spread open and some trees held blossoms that hung heavy and full with new life. It was an inviting place that made Ember lean against his dining room table and stare out at the edge of the small forest that ringed his property. He let out a soft sigh and forced his eyes back down to the paper that didn't hold any interest to him.

It was a relief to be home again. It was a relief to be able to be in his home without well meaning friends and family hovering over him and acting as if he were about to break. The grey wolf let out a mumbled growl of annoyance as he recalled the winter months where he'd been locked in his room and only let out when someone could come with them. It was protocol, he'd been told, it was for his own safety. He'd been told that any number of times, but it hadn't made him feel one bit less annoyed about the situation. They treated him as if he were mentally unstable and only recently they had accepted that he had control of his functions enough to be allowed to return to work and his home. Hell, he'd spent a month convincing him that he could wear clothes that didn't have intricate latches on them meant to make them impossible to take off without help.

Damn well meaning people. All of them. He growled to himself and felt his hackles rise a touch. As if I would ever go feral! The very notion! Not that they'd listen to me..

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Feral. That was the dirty word everyone had bandied about him from the time he woke up in the hospital to the time he'd come home. Ember wasn't entirely certain what had happened to him, but he was positive he hadn't gone feral. It was a condition that occasionally took people, though it most often happened to predators, and it was considered dangerous. A person would revert back to his ancestors and lose all ability to process things with his higher brain. He'd lose focus of who he was and only know the hunt and fierce satisfaction of the wild around him. He'd gotten the stupid little movies at school about adults who had gone feral and had to be put away in nut houses because they never got back to society.

He had been found last fall buck naked in the middle of the woods and unable to talk them. He'd apparently ignored them as he tried to get past them to go.. somewhere. They hadn't been able to get him to talk about where he was going, but he'd seemed to be in a fit to go there. When the rangers had tried to pull him away he'd started to fight and snarl to go wherever it was that he wanted to go. Ember winced a bit at the notion of him biting and snarling like some stray dog. At least he didn't remember that. He only had the rangers words that it had happened that way. In the end they'd darted him to bring him down and dragged him to the nearest hospital equipped to deal with a feral wolf. He did remember the hospital at least. He recalled it at first through a haze, but then with more clarity. He'd come to tied down to a bed with a very nice man from their psych ward talking to him about where he was.

They had used small words too, the bastards. They had read him children's books that were designed to awaken his higher mind and recall to him his childhood. What they had done was annoy the hell out of him. They could have at least brought some classic or another that he could enjoy. If he had to hear one more rendition of "Spot ran down the hill, go spot go." He was positively sure he would go feral and take out the psych doctor first of all. He'd been perfectly calm and collected once he'd gotten hold of himself in the hospital. He had been able to answer their questions and they had been elated, but they hadn't undone the restraints. They hadn't tried to let him go. They'd told him he'd gone feral, a fact that had his mother weeping.

Ember took a civilized sip of his tea and snorted. Feral be damned. But that meant all of the fall he'd been kept under their thumbs and the winter had done nothing to ease his watch. Now that spring came and he'd shown that he did realize he had to use the toilet indoors, he was allowed to be alone. He savored the feeling of no one being in the house. With a sigh he set his paper down and stretched his legs out under him. His tail flicked behind him a touch as he glanced at the headlines before looking around his neat kitchen. He just wanted to put the whole unpleasant affair behind him. He didn't know what had happened in the forest that day. He wasn't sure why he had been there or what he'd been trying to do, but he certainly wasn't feral.

I could have eaten something. Berries or some such. I don't remember doing it, but it's quite likely I did by mistake. That would have made me a bit crazed. He mulled the idea over and looked back out at the glorious spring day outside.

When was the last time he'd gone outside? His well meaning family and friends had insisted he stay indoors, that he not go outside alone or even with other people. They wanted to keep him from going feral again, he supposed. The hell if he would. He gave himself a bit of a shake and tapped his claw against the top of the table. Outside. He could go for a long walk in the woods. He might even be able to recognize the berry or mushroom he'd eaten that had made him go mad. It would serve them right to be shown that they were in the wrong. It would teach them not to believe such horrible stories about him.

I do believe I'm going for a walk. If I stay in here any longer I'm going to start howling at the moon. _ He gave a slight nod of his head and flashed his teeth in a grin. Something, very distant, very faint, like music half remembered spilled through his mind as if in approval. _Yes, just the ticket!

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Ember didn't quite remember the drive to the nature preserve. He knew that he'd gotten there and to do that he had to have driven, but he didn't actually recall the drive. The wolf pulled up to a parking place and felt something like a low buzz in his ears that made him shake his head roughly back and forth. It had been so long since he'd driven a car that he'd nearly forgotten how, but at least he'd gotten to the park without a crash or any other mishaps. He wrapped his favorite blue and white striped scarf around his neck and secured the buttons to his shirt. He made very sure that they were all done as he stood on the edge of the forest. He didn't want anyone to think he was about to take off nude into the midst of the forest!

As if I would.. He gave his head a shake and got his pack out of the car. I'm probably just a bit agoraphobic after being stuck in the house for so long.

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The explanation suited him perfectly as he swung his bag over his shoulder and turned back to look at the bright colors of the budding forest flowers and the emerald leaves overhead. He loved the forest, he wasn't about to let one incident deny him the chance to enjoy it again. The wolf drew in a breath that tasted all the growing things and the rich fragrance of the flowers before setting his feet on the path that led to one of the shorter hikes. He wasn't sure that he was ready to take on a long hike, not with as out of shape as he likely was. His tail swayed behind him and he set foot on the rich earth and felt as if a vibration trailed along his leg and echoed through his head.

He swayed slightly back and forth before swallowing roughly and his tongue flicked out to lick along the edges of his muzzle. He felt as if the world rolled beneath him and for a moment music surged through his mind and spilled outwards. He couldn't even grasp it as he swayed back and forth and tried to calm himself down. He had to be calm. He had to be calm. The forest wasn't going to hurt him. This was just some strange reaction to everything he had been told. It was an instinctive reaction, nothing more. The forest wouldn't harm him. It was there for him to enjoy. With a deep breath he gathered his courage and walked forward as confidently as he could. He had been in this forest before, and he would come again.

The forest... remembered him. Deep within the heart of the woods there were vines that twined around trees and over rocks. They twisted and spilled beneath the ground to touch from plant to plant. Great plants that had been placed here before the dinosaurs had set their feet on the earth and had remained. They weren't the plants of this time and age. Plants that were mostly bright colored and for show. Plants that had no place here except to breed mindlessly and spread their pollen or seeds or nuts and feed the population of animals. This plant had nothing so benign as feeding woodland animals in mind. It was a predator. It had come from a world that had made it ready to catch creatures that scurried if it needed to. It knew how to lure them in and take sustenance from them. It knew how to listen to the area around it.

It had been one. It had been a single plant that had tried to survive, but it no longer was. A carrier had allowed it to stretch out and breed until a quarter of the park held the vines that twisted beneath the thick green carpet. There were three main parts of the plant that formed a triangle. Three individual plants that were able to interact with each other on a primitive level that would have astounded scientists if they had known of it. It awakened to the sense that wasn't that unlike smell, it was the scent of Ember as he walked up the path. The plant remembered, the plant knew, it had been calling him and luring him. He had escaped, but not forever. Nothing could escape its reach forever.

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Ember reached the edge of the bluffs before he finally had to drop down panting and set his back against some rocks. The hike had been longer then he'd expected, but part of that was because he stepped off the path. He didn't know why he had, but his foot paws had led him deeper into the forest where the paths didn't intertwine at all. It was a place where the massive trees stretched out overhead and the soft sweet sound of the birds started to still. He blinked his eyes a few times and tried to figure out what he was doing here. He felt almost drugged as he leaned his head back against the rocks and attempted to clear his mind.

"What the hell is wrong with me.." He growled out to himself and drew in a shuddering breath.

It wasn't only his mind that was reacting oddly. His body was starting to become hotter beneath the clothes. They rubbed him wrong and flattened his fur so that it was more annoying then warming or comforting. He wanted to tear them away. It was a fight to keep them on, but it was enough that he tried to remember what his psychologist had said about the forest and everything in it. This wasn't his home. His home was a warm house that was filled with his collections and books. His body was just overheated by the hike. He didn't have to strip down like some nudist to prance about the forest. Even if part of him started to want to.

_I'm not going feral damnit! I'm not doing that.._He snarled the words to himself and gave his head a rough shake back and forth. Why was it so hard to think?

Sitting down wasn't helping keep the sensations away. He wanted to go somewhere. He needed to go somewhere. His heart was pounding and his mind was abuzz with the need to move. He needed to get up and go north. North was where he was supposed to be. He could almost see the place in his minds eye. A place where a clear crystal stream bisected the thick rich grass. He could go there and be at home. He would be able to relax. He let out a trembling breath and licked his lips. Yes. He would do this. He would go north and find something to drink. He had to go north. Ember blinked his amber eyes a few times and shoved himself up on his paws before looking in the right direction. He stumbled towards it, leaving his pack behind him. He wasn't hungry or thirsty. At least not that way.

The shrubs caught against his clothes and he pushed through them as his mind started to buzz with the need to get to the place he was positive existed just ahead. He was nearly panting as he pushed beneath a few raspberry bushes and tore some of his clothing. He whined softly to himself, but he pushed through until he found himself nearly falling against a set of rocks that were set up at a sharp angle. His breath caught a little bit as he stared at the rocks and his mind tried to make sense of the way they were set up. Or, more importantly, the species of thick vine that twined around them like a spill of lace.

I.. I've been here before.. The thought came slowly, drawn through a mind that felt as if it were caught in molasses. He struggled against it, but it only sucked him down deeper.

With a soft growl he stumbled down along the stream as his body went along without his mind. He was panting by the time he stumbled to the creek and his ears were flicked back along his head. Warmth bathed over him as if he'd stumbled beneath a heating vent. His fur felt too thick, the clothing uncomfortably binding as he blinked around the strangely familiar clearing and tried to find the reason for the sudden wave of sickness. The world almost felt humid and stifling while he tried desperately to pant the excess heat away. He hadn't eaten anything, he hadn't even sniffed a flower, but he felt drugged. With a soft whimper he dropped down against the side of the creek and his paws dug into the thick moss found there. The water looked so cold and clear, and he felt as if he were being stifled in the heat.

Ember wasn't sure if it was his own thought, something else's thought or just the fact he hadn't chosen a particularly firm area beside the creek. Whatever it was, he went tumbling into the cold clear water that sent a jolt down his spine. It felt as if he'd dived into snow and it washed away the heat that threatened to consume him. His paws hit the water smoothed rocks beneath the surface, while the rest of him was nearly covered. He must have hit a deep spot, but in that moment he didn't care. His head ached with the sharp temperature drop, but he still dropped his head beneath the surface and let it flow over his fur. The feverish heat was leeched away as he fought not to start trembling, he didn't even care that he was ruining his clothes.

By the time he felt almost himself, he lifted his head and panted shallowly. His knees pressed down against the rocks and he moved a hand out to hold part of a fallen log. He felt so much better, his mind felt sharper and less likely to be dragged back down again. Was this what had happened the last time he'd come out here? Was he having an allergic reaction to pollen or something else? He'd never felt so disoriented as he had the moment he'd stumbled into the clearing.

He was trying to piece together his own thoughts when the rocks beneath his knees started to shift. They rippled as if something was passing beneath them while he let out a sharp yelp and visions of snakes danced in his head. The wolf surged to his feet and back peddled away, but no matter where he placed his paws the ground under him was moving and bucking upwards. The rocks slid to either side while he lunged towards one side of the creek in a bid to escape, but he tripped over something slippery and thick feeling. It felt like some sort of plant life and he kicked away to grip the edge of the creek and began to pull himself out. His legs tangled in some sort of fern growing beneath the water as he pulled himself nearly all the way out with a sputtering cry and yanked at his ensnared leg.

When he pulled it upwards, the fern came with it, except it wasn't a fern that gripped him. A dark tendril twisted it's way up along his leg as if it were climbing a gait. Damp thick leaves were curled up near the base as slender tip twisted it's way all the way up to upper part of his thigh. His eyes snapped open wide and he let out a short yelp as the world tilted crazily and the grip on his leg suddenly yanked backwards and he was torn away from the safety of solid ground. He knew that tendril. Some part of his mind flared to life at the sight of the moving thing that stretched hire up and the ground in the clearing started to tear and twist. The moist dark earth came into view as more thick tendrils started to rise upwards.

_Oh god... this happened... this happened before.. _ Ember's breath came in a short gasp and he threw his weight forward in his bid to get to safety.

The tendrils twisted from everywhere once they were roused. They crept down from the edges of the trees and lowered themselves from over the rocks. The world smelled of freshly turned earth as the tendril on his leg suddenly clamped down tighter and yanked upwards. The creek roiled as thicker tendrils, ones nearly the size of his legs rose up beneath his belly and the water splashed up in a cold rush along his back. Ember let out a snarl and reached down to tug at the tendrils that started to twist around his waist. His claws dug into the thick slippery material and tore at it, but it wouldn't budge. He was left kicking his legs as the world lurched beneath him as he was thrown forward and hit the ground in the midst of the strange plant. No.. plants..

There were more tendrils then just what he vaguely recalled. They plunged up along the creek until he was sure that there was more then one. He snarled out and dropped his head to try and bite at the tendril to get his way free. His mind was fuzzed with memories that were no longer sharp, but they were coming back to him. His cheeks and ears burned at the half formed memories of what the plant had done, what he had let it do to him. His body flared hotly again at the memory of what had been done to him, a touch of the addiction came to life even as he tried to fight it off. His snarl came out loudly before he threw himself towards the ground. He wasn't going to let the plant do this again. He wasn't going to give in! His legs kicked out against the air while he wriggled and twisted wildly, his tongue lolling out.

He cut the plant with his claws as he went, he tore at them and his teeth snapped out to bite into the yielding flesh. He tasted something bitter and sweet melting on his tongue, but that only drove the terror higher. He wasn't going to taste it, he wasn't going to have anything to do with the plant. The last time he had been here, he had been frightened, but he hadn't known what the thing wanted. Now he knew and it gave them the strength to tear at the vines until the one around his leg tore free. He dropped to the roiling ground with a yelp and barely had time to gather his thoughts before lunging to his feet. He wasn't thinking, his mind was blanking, all he knew was he had to get out of here. Even if he was snarling and snapping at the vines like an animal.

He bolted through some bushes and tore his shirt as he fled the clearing. The bitter taste was still on his tongue, but it was better then the sweetness that he recalled and suckled so eagerly. Discomfort was better than eagerness. He clambered his way down a small downhill and blindly tore through bushes and hit small saplings as he tried to get as far away as he could. His tongue lolled out as bits of broken twigs caught in his fur. The wet clothing and fur didn't even register as uncomfortable as he dropped down through a small opening in some briars and stumbled over a half raised root. He went crashing down to his chest. His landing was only cushioned by the thick shrub that he was left trying to kick his way out of it.

He wriggled and twisted, his breath coming out in a ragged gasp as he lunged back to his feet and turned his head around blindly. Run, he had run. He had to bolt. He turned and set off at full speed, only to have a suddenly crack hit him right along the line of his spine. Something thick and heavy snapped against his hide so he went tumbling down to all fours with a high pitched yelping cry. He pushed up to all fours and clambered up again, but a thick tendril twisted itself around his waist and another set started to work around his legs. He blindly writhed and wriggled, but as he kicked backwards he found that he couldn't get free. He was being dragged towards something that looked like a tree. Except, it was no tree that he had ever seen, it wasn't made of a single trunk, but vines that wound around each other.

Brilliant purple and blue flowers spilled along the edge of the trunk from hundreds of tiny vines that protected the thicker ones. He could see sharp thorns that jutted out from the mass, and gleamed slightly in the light. He belatedly realized that he was staring at the heart of the plant far away from the creek and the tendrils that had snagged at him. Not the plant he had first run into, not the plant that grew beneath the creek and the earth, but one above ground that hadn't been here until he'd placed it here. The wolf let out a breathy whine as he realized what he was staring at and folded his ears flat down against his head while tendril twisted out and wrapped itself around his neck. The tip was vaguely elastic and stretched outwards to strain towards his ears.

He tried to ignore the sense of impending doom as the tendril twisted itself up and coiled around his long muzzle. The air was suddenly thick with a sweet scent that flowed along his nose and made him tremble in the vine's grasp. He writhed and kicked like a caught rabbit, his legs tried to yank forward, but the tendrils that gripped him wouldn't let him go. Two sets wove their way up his legs and clamped down so tightly that it was just that side of painful. It was adjusting to him after what he'd done before. It wasn't letting him use his teeth or legs as he struggled against it, even his arms were bound up and forced almost painfully behind his back as he was dragged towards the trunk of the tree. Ember let out a high pitched keening noise while his breath came out in short ragged gasps.

He was tugged up against the drunk and draped over one writhing root that was pushed up into the air. His lower chest and belly were shoved up against it while he let out a whimpering noise. He tried to kick, but the vines forced his legs to tuck up beneath him and his foot paws pressed against the root. His breathing was rough and hard as the memories of what had happened before were sharp and almost painful. The knowledge of his own addiction and reactions to the chemicals had made it impossible for him to resist gave him a new reason to keep his jaws clamped shut instead of struggling to open them. He didn't want to feel the needles again!

Except, the plant didn't seem to be trying to coax his maw open. Instead the slender stretched dip rubbed over his nose. He nearly went cross eyed to watch the strangely delicate tip rolling back and forth as it curled and uncurled. It swelled and contracted again while the vines shifted against him. It wasn't until the tip slipped forward and traced over his muzzle that he saw the movements had a purpose. Something thick and white oozed out of the tip and smeared against his upper lip before trailing backwards along the edges of his lips. He choked out a cry as the thick ooze spread over his muzzle in a thick viscous smear that left a sweet scent filling his nose. He sucked in a breath and then tried to hold it as the small tendril coiled to the other side.

It was joined by a far thicker tendril that brushed over the bridge of his muzzle and oozed out thick heavy drops that spilled along either side of his nose in strands. His lungs burned as he held his breath and felt his fur sticking together under the goo. He dug his fingers in and tried to ignore the way it drooled down the corner of his lips and muzzle. It was warm, almost hot to the touch as he could feel it coating his lips and trying to invade his senses. As his lungs started to ache and his vision darkened he felt a sudden yank that pulled against his shorts and tore the material. The seams gave way as the rough yank forced his hips up briefly and stripped his bottoms off entirely. A fresh spurt of fear went through them as he realized it was going to happen again.

His body wouldn't let him hold his breath for long, not when his vision was starting to turn grey around the edges and the pressure built up. Ember gave in with a great gasp of air that he sucked in through partially spread lips. He had to struggle against the grip of the vines to even spread his maw open that wide, but they loosened when he struggled enough. The sweet rich scent of the goo filled his nostrils and oozed over his tongue as the slender tip of the tendril curled forward to slip along it. He jerked his tongue backwards to try and get it away, but it was hopeless. It plunged in after it until the next drooling splash of the goop spread over his tongue in a sweet rush that reminded him of maple syrup. It rolled towards the back of his tongue and he didn't struggle against it. He couldn't struggle against it.

With a groan he closed his jaws he trapped the tendril in his maw and swallowed down the first hot roll that spread down his throat and flushed his body with a spike of heat. His entire body started to tremble as the tip plunged in deeper and smeared to goo as it went along. The taste of it called to parts of his body that the plant had claimed as its own. He couldn't battle against it, not when his entire body was shaking with barely suppressed desire that came from the remembered pleasure that the creature had forced on him. He choked slightly and the tendril started to thicken in his mouth as it forced him to swallow again and again before the mix could dribble out of the corner's of his mouth. His breathing came in harsh pants while his pupils dilated and he lost the sense of terror that came with feeling the tendrils holding him captive.

He knew he was afraid, or at least that he should be, but the hot wet splashes of goo ensured that he couldn't find the will to fight against it. The smears that coated his muzzle ensured each breath was filled with that sweet scent as the vines loosened around his body and he squirmed a little bit. With a little bit of a whimper he wriggled back and forth, his legs twitching as he let out a shuddering breath and then sucked in another. He felt his lower body dropped down and he ended up draped over the root and he whimpered while the tattered remains of his shirt were peeled away. He lifted his head and everything felt slow and heavy, he could barely move his upper body as the plant's tendrils drifted down towards his ankles.

They twisted over his foot paws and clamped down tight enough that he let out a short harsh yelp. He jerked his leg forward, only to have it yanked upwards. He wriggled and the tendril slipped out of his muzzle with a final slimy caress that left him licking over his muzzle. His body was heating up again, it was growing so uncomfortably warm, but now the warmth didn't make him want to flee. He wanted to experience this feverish heat, frightening though it was, it kept his mind dizzy as he was hauled all the way up until the ground was five feet below him. His paws hung down and he blinked slowly as tendrils snapped out to capture his wrists and his other foot. They yanked until he was being held spread eagle and helplessly, only then did more nimble, darker tendrils reach out towards him.

He shuddered as one moved forward and brushed right along the curve of his chest. The spade shaped tip spread and flowed through his fur, while others moved to trail downwards along the curve of his belly. He whimpered softly and clamped his jaws together tightly. His breath came out in trembling puffs of air before whining out when a particularly small tendril slipped over the edge of his sheath. It pressed against the outline of his boned cock and the tendril massaged against it. Ember sucked in a groaning breath and whined out softly. He needed to get away, he knew what was coming, he should get away. But he only watched as the dark spade shaped tip trailed higher up while his glistening red cock tip started to slip outwards from the heavy pouch in reaction.

The thicker portion of the tendril moved down to rub right beneath his white furred orbs while the spade shaped tip probed lightly around the opening of the sheath. His stomach tensed up as the tendril started to plunge into his pouch and forced it to stretch open wider. The invasion was startling and he let out a shallow barking protest. He'd never had anyone touch him like that, and this tendril started to massage and twist around his cock while it was still firming up. The intimate touch stroked downwards while he arched his hips up and blinked his unfocused eyes rapidly. It was disturbing, but at the same time, the tendril was able to touch and caress places inside of it that had him rocking his hips upwards as another few inches of his cock rose up against his belly.

A thick heavy tendril moved forward and twined lightly around his muzzle while he stared at the strangely rippling sheath and he spread his lips open. It was automatic, instinctive, the taste of the gooey mess that oozed out of it spilled over his lips until he craved it. He flicked forward with a gentle caress that scooped up a hot dollop of it. His cock soon pushed all the way out of his sheath as the tendril pulled at the edges and forced it down over the thickest portion of his base. The violet-red girth pulsed and dribbled out precum while he tugged against the vines on his hands. They didn't let him reach up to clasp the vine that was pushing into his muzzle. The thick sweet tasting flesh yawned it open as his cock was soon embraced by it's daintier fellow.

Ember let out a hissing moan at the pressure that wrapped around his cock and he pushed his maw forward hungrily along the tendril. His ears burned hot red and he fought against his own bodies compulsions, but it didn't matter. Not even the aching burn along his jaws as the tendril drove itself forward freed him of the need to taste it. A hot thick spill of the stuff oozed into the back of his throat while the dainty tip of the tendril twisted itself around the very tip of his spire. It smeared the watery precum that welled up from the base and drooled downwards to smear over it. A hot thick spill of the same goo on his muzzle suddenly pumped out to coat him and mingled with his precum as he arched his hips upwards. He jerked his hips upwards with a rough muffled call and more of the goo puddle along the spread of his belly and smeared over his bunched up sheath.

Somewhere in the midst of the pressure and pleasure that was being offered to him in both taste and touch, his tail was jerked upwards. The vines yanked and pushed forward until his body was twisting about in the air. He bent over at the waist until his legs were yanked upwards and his knees curled forward to press against either side of his chest. The hot taste of the vine his maw suddenly plunged forward and pierced his throat. The walls strained open wider and wider as he let out ragged groans when the tendrils pulled from the thick base of his cock all the way to the tip. The spade shaped tip that danced over his glans oozed out another spill of the nectar as he snapped his eyes open to watch.. His breath came out raggedly as his cock pulsed against his slimy belly fur and he arched upwards trying to thrust against it.

The grip on his tail tightened and the veins worked their way up along his legs so that the knees were bound up. There was no hope he could straight them, no hope he could fight against the hold. His arms were tugged backwards until his elbows met behind him. The thick tendrils clamped down so tightly that it was almost painful, and all he could do was let out a breathy keen around the vine in his muzzle. He wriggled, but he couldn't move so much as an inch as the spade shaped tip that teased the tip of his cock started to thin down. The thickest portions that wrapped around the base of his cock and clamped down along his knot and massaged along it. His breath came out a bit roughly and he tried to arch up into the touch. The tip caressed in slow circles around his glans as it turned thin, so terribly thin. And he had no idea why. His mind didn't care to know why, he just wanted the sensations to continue.

Ember found out what was going on when the tip lightly pressed against the opening of his urethra. The small opening was nudged lightly and he sucked in a breath. It was let out in a sharp snarl as a thick heavy tendril pushed right up against his exposed pucker. His teeth dug in against the thick vine and tasted a sharp bitterness as he bit roughly into it. Something was smearing hot goo against his pucker, but he couldn't concentrate on that. He felt the slender tip of a tendril slipping downwards and spread the passage open slowly. The muscles contracted as he let out a little keen and felt something hot oozing out into him, only to be forced up and mixed with his watery precum. It pushed in deeper, edging and stretching the tender opening as he tried to adjust to it.

The wolf's ears dropped back and he closed his eyes to look away from the sight of his violated cock, but it didn't stop him from feeling the way that it was slipping downwards. Slowly, every so slowly, it flooded him with the thick goo and lubricated him as he pulsed against his belly. Not even the feel of a heavy vine pushing and spreading his anal ring stopped him from crying out when he felt the one in his cock rubbing through him. It didn't hurt, not quite, but it was overwhelming and the sensations were entirely foreign to him. He couldn't even struggle against it due to the way he was bound up. He could only breath in short harsh bursts of noise as the tendril plunged ever deeper into his cock and rubbed him within and without.

Through it all, his anal ring was yawning open wider and wider. It was being pushed and wedged open as the slimy vine shoved itself forward. His walls clamped down around it just as the spade shaped tip plunged into him and something drooled into him. It spilled out along the edges as he was strained open nearly to the point that it was painful. He twisted his head backwards away from the vine in his mouth, but it followed him as he moaned out. His body started to shake as he was clutched and felt the thickened tip being pushed so deep inside of him that he was stretched to the point of near breaking. His breathing came out in a high keen and the plant rubbed along his prostate as if getting him to relax.

If that had been its intention, it was lost when he felt a sudden thrumming running down the opening of his urethra and ran down along his cock. The vibrations spilled along every last inch of his cock and he jerked his head back. The vine that filled his maw jerked out as he yanked his head away and a hot wet glob drooled over his nose. He cried out roughly as the vibration ran not just along his shaft, but inwards. It trembled through him as his cock thickened and started to stretch open wider and wider. The base of his cock was swelling wider and the tendrils clamped down tightly to pull upwards. The wolf started to loll his tongue out as he panted in rough hot gasps. Each breath was coated with the scent of the plant that surrounded him.

His anal ring was aching as it was filled and stretched open wider. The slimy vine rolled upwards and dropped downwards again. It massaged and rubbed while he started to arch and tense under the feel of it. The tip plunged inwards and curled up before it settled down within his rippling passage. A thick ooze started to spill out in thick hot rolls that spread deep inside of him. The warmth blossomed and made him whimper out, only to have the noise stifled as the thinner vine above him let out a hot drool of the pearly ooze. It splashed down over the bridge of his muzzle before he tilted his head back. The addictive taste spread over his tongue as he lapped up at it and felt something inside of him ease. The fear that had been growing at the tendril that plunged and felt within the slender satiny confines of his stretched open urethra.

Ember's body jerked upwards and he let out a sharp cry as the piercing tendril within his cock started to pull backwards. His precum dribbled out over the edges as his knot started to swell. Slowly it started to drag backwards while his hips jerked forward as much as they could. His nostrils flared open wide and he licked up at the vine rapidly. He scooped up the slippery ooze with his tongue as the pressure began to grow. His orbs tensed up while he started to shake his mind grew flooded with thoughts and images that overwhelmed him. The wolf jerked his head back and licked up a bit harder at the tip of the tendril as his knot swelled open it's full length. His cock pulsed up against his belly and his balls heaved up tight as his need flowed over him.

The wolf let out a harsh cry and his walls clamped down around the swollen tendril that pierced his rump as his orgasm rushed through him. His balls churned and tried to send up hot rushes of his cum, but that squeezed his slit too tightly around the tendril that had pierced him. He keened out a noise almost like pain as jet after hot jet flooded up against the tender vine. It flowed upwards and he felt another vibration before the wedged tendril started to pull out. He jerked and struggled against the vines as the plant seemed to swallow and gather the cum up, so as it pulled backwards the hot thick goo oozed out instead of cum. It rolled over the edges of his tapered tip while he panted out in sharp hot noises as it popped free.

His anal walls continued to massage and pull around the plunging vine that curled inside of him and his breath came out in short hard puffs. His tongue lolled out as the smear of the sticky nectar clung to his fur and spiked up along the curve of his belly. He let out a breathy little cry as his cock oozed out a dribble of his own cum from the still partially stretched urethra. The goo mingled with the precum and he cried out softly as his knot continued to throb. The warmth was spreading through his body and made his nerves feel raw and alive. He was barely able to draw in a breath before the tendril that plunged into his taut anal ring. Something rippled beneath it and his legs jerked slightly as he flattened his ears tightly against his head. He knew what was coming, part of his mind was frantic with fear and outrage, but the rest of him.... The rest of him wanted the plant's seeds. He wanted to be filled with them.

The gripping vines twisted him slowly as he dropped his head down and felt something plunging up against his taut ring. The ripple of it spread along his passage as the seed was pushed through the tube that ran through the appendage. It yawned him open wider and wider as some of the thick ooze was forced out of his body. He arched his back and the vines loosened along his legs as he was lowered towards the ground again. The thick heavy orb was shoved into him, inch by inch it stretched him and left him gasping as his inner walls clamped down and tried to protest something so large being plunged into his body. The muscles were nearly burning as he was stretched deeper and deeper. He barely was aware of the feel of the ground touching his back as he was dropped down.

Ember yelped out softly as another orb forced itself upwards against his spread pucker. The vine contracted inside of him before he noises were silenced. A thick heavy vine plunged into his maw with a short jab that took him by surprise. The spade shaped tip spread open just as it touched his tongue and he stretched his muzzle open wider. Something thicker then the ooze jetted against the back of his throat and he swallowed before he could choke. It tasted bitter as it oozed out and he struggled to gulp it down, and even then it was too much for him to handle. It spilled out over the edges of his jaws and smeared against his fur. Dark vibrant purple that ran in trails along either side of his lips and he swallowed again a bit faster.

The thick taste made it impossible for him to do anything but gulp and struggle with it. His breath came out in short hard pants while the spread vine pushed inwards. It was too heavy, to thick. It flowed down his stomach and burned as it reached his belly. He whimpered and jerked his head backwards only to have the clinging stuff hit his tongue before the vine plunged forward again. He whimpered and started to shake as the heat spread faster through his body. It was too hot, too much, he felt as if he were on fire as the slimy seeds oozed into his bowels. Thick heavy jets of gel spilled out after them, forming a plug as he was force fed. His stomach felt swollen, it ached and stretched as his cock rested against it.

As a final dribble of the ooze flowed down his throat he was allowed to move his head back. His body was aching, abused, violated, and he still hovered on that golden edge of orgasm. He whimpered out softly as the vine pulled back and splattered his nose with the thick purple stuff. He gave a shake of his head and rolled on his side as the vines began to retreat. His body was too full, he felt as if he were going to be sick. It wasn't just the pair of seeds that had been forced into him, but the thick ooze that he'd been forced to gulp down. It was as if he had eaten two large meals one after another. Even that didn't stop the throbbing boned cock from hanging heavy against his sheath. The knot swollen and the tip coated in a smear of mingled fluids. With a whimper he rolled onto his belly and started to shake while vines rubbed and stroked over his fur.

The touch was so good, so soothing. It didn't hurt, it felt wonderful. He wanted to arch into the touch and rub himself against them as they stroked along his back and curled along his stomach. He could feel the seeds, they were stuck so deep inside of him. They weren't as large as last time, and he didn't feel the urge to stumble into the forest as he had before. He just wanted to stop feeling so achingly full and sick. His breathing came in rough ragged pants while one of the tendrils stroked upwards to trail along the edges of his neck. It ruffled against the back of his neck and then brushed downwards again. He was barely able to open his eyes as something pressed right along the base of his skull.

The vine flexed and he let out a breathy whimper as dozens of minute needles plunged forward into his flesh beneath the fur. It sank into his flesh to let loose a rush of chemicals into his blood stream. He snapped his sticky jaws shut and breathed out a whimper as the pheromones spread through him as he breathed in short ragged noises. His throat vibrated just on the edge of a growl before his body went limp and his eyes sagged shut. He couldn't move, he didn't want to. He was so tired, so full, he needed to stay here. Just for a while, just for a bit. He needed to stay. Ember let out a trembling breath and went limp as consciousness left him.

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It was sunset when Ember woke up and felt a moment of confusion. His body was sticky and covered in sap and bits of bark. His fur along his muzzle was smeared with something tacky. He touched along the edges of his chin and then jerked his paw back down. He was naked, utterly naked, and he didn't know how he'd gotten that way. There was something wrong, something fuzzed through his mind that didn't make sense. It took him a while to roll onto all fours and still he swayed as he tried to remember how he'd gotten here and why. He let out a little bit of a noise in his throat as he shoved his paws beneath him and lunged forwards.

He didn't notice that the sticky ooze on his belly wasn't just sap, it was something that belonged to him. He shook his head roughly back and forth as his paws turned and led him towards the path that would take him to his car. He had had a relapse. He wasn't supposed to come to the woods, he had gone feral once, it must have happened again. It was a relief that he hadn't killed anyone, but it appeared as if he had rolled into a berry bush. His tail drooped low as his mind shied away from the state beneath it. The chemicals interfered with his neurons and kept his thoughts on what they would and refused to go any further as he reached his car one step after another. His tongue was lolling out and he was weak by the time he got to the car. His body felt.. wrong, but he put it down to eating something he shouldn't have.

Already the thick protein rich ooze that he'd been forced to gulp down was working to change his body into something that could hold the precious seeds he was given. The venom kept him beneath the plants control. It was there, waiting beneath the surface for a time when the seeds would be ripe. Then it would take control of their host once more. Then they would claim his mind and send him to plant the seeds in another forest to spread their presence. Not here, the forest couldn't support many of his kind, but elsewhere. Bit by bit, the wolf be the key that would bring them back into power. But Ember wasn't thinking about that. He was only thinking of home and his own confusion that was mingled with something else that teased through his mind.

For the first time in months he felt a sharp stab of desire and lust building up inside of him. It spread through his senses until his confusion slipped away. He'd go home, he'd call one of his friends over, he'd enjoy himself like he hadn't in so terribly long. All he wanted was a soft warm female or male to call him, someone he could pin beneath him while they moaned together. His vision narrowed down as he drove along the road, not even noticing his cock starting to slip out of his sheath. The tapered tip dribbling out a thick white ooze that was sweetly scented. Just enough of the plant's gift to ensure that whoever he took to his bed would seek them out. Soon. Soon they would claim the world again and thrive with their servants. Soon...