The Seeding: Life Cycle
Ember leaned forward against the edge of the sink and lowered his head, his breathing was coming too fast as his paws clutched against the edges of the smooth porcelain and tried to keep them there. He leaned far enough that his nose nearly touched the glass and his scarf spilled down from his neck to dip into the water that he'd poured into the sink in the hopes that splashing himself would get his mind back on track. It wasn't working. Nothing was working. He felt trapped and he could barely make his mind work past the urge to stand straight up and leave the bathroom. He needed to leave the house entirely, he had to go out, into the car, into the woods, he needed to leave. The urge was almost painful as his claws bit down harder against the porcelain and he whined out shallowly, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the mirror and his breath began to fog it up with short puffs of air.
I can't do this... I can't.... His mind was almost frantic as he gave his head a shake backand forth against the smooth surface.
The world thought he was insane. They had sent him to so many therapists that he couldn't keep track of them as well meaning friends began to try and intervene to save him from himself. When he'd returned from his last venture in the forest, he had made the mistake of trying to tell people what was happening. It had seemed to plain to him, especially given the fact that his garden was slowly starting to be overrun with a plant that no one could quite identify. Not that it mattered that they couldn't identify it, he could show them until he was blue in the face, but they always seemed to forget what they had found after they moved away from the plant.
William had been that way. His friend had come over to try and talk sense to him, but the wolf hadn't wanted to hear it. He had spent days explaining the sentient plant to people who had only patted his head, and at the time he had been watching the seeds slowly taking root around his house. The vines that crept along the fence had terrified him, especially as they seemed to move towards the house, encircling it with a species he had birthed himself. He had dragged his friend out back and shoved him at the vines, demanding that he explain where they had come from and what they were. Hehad felt half mad at that point, and even the memory made him wince at the way his friend had spoken with slow measured words as if he were talking to a crazy person.
But he had felt justified when his friend had examined the plant and offered to find out the species. It had made him flare with righteousness. He had been sure that William would not find it in the books or the internet, he had agreed readily and smugly let his friend leave. Except the next time he saw his friend, William had seemed just as sure as ever that Ember was going mad. He didn't recall the conversation or the plant that was growing around his house. He was right back where he started. It had happened with other people, they seemed to forget after they saw the growing vines. It made him tremble in place as he whined and lowered his head down, nostrils flaring a little a bit while he stumbled backwards from the sink and looked wildly around the bathroom.
He was going to be taken out of his house tomorrow, his best friend was coming to escort him to a place where he would be "safe" and he would get "well." It was all words meant to hide the fact that he was going to be committed for his rantings about the plant that had overtaken his life. They had finally had enough, he had been hiding in his house for a week now, refusing to leave as he knew what was waiting for him out there. The plant had begun to bloom and he would not allow it to claim him again, use him again, but that had only made him seem even more crazed than he really was. He knew what was outside those walls waiting, the vines had grown larger and larger, and now strange flowers had bloomed and flared open, sending a sweet scent filling the air. It was a scent that was filling his mind with a call to obey it, follow it.
He had a blank space from when he'd returned the last time, for weeks he couldn't recall what he'd been doing or why. It had terrified him enough that he'd finally broken down and sought out a hypnotherapist. It had been a silly thing to do and normally he would have been embarrassed, save he knew that things had happened during the seven days he'd come back from the forest. He'd requested they record the session, only to have the therapist escort him out afterwards and tell him that he wasn't a magician to be bought for cheap amusement. He had still gotten the tapes, only because he'd paid an exorbitant fee and found out what he'd been doing and why. He had listened to them in a darkened room, hardly daring to breathe as his own monotone voice explained where he'd gone.
He'd fucked people, women to be precise, but two men as well. He'd gone out and seduced people to come back to his apartment and done things to them. He couldn't recall that the vines had held them down, or the nectar had induced a state of euphoria in his "prey". He couldn't think of them as anything but prey after he had used his changed body to drive into them, forcing true seeds into their wombs and bowels while the plants ensured a fertile coupling. It had made his mind go blank as the images that had come into his mind had been oh so sharply detailed once he heard it. The trigger had made it impossible to forget, which was what made it so horrible. He was being trained by this thing, his body was being trained to react to certain things.
His humiliation had only grown as he could admit to himself, and no one else, what he had done when listening to the tapes. He had imagined the feel of the vine clutching his balls, the scent of them filling his nose as its chosen victim had moaned in desire. It hadn't been like anything else in the world, the hot feel of flesh wrapped round him was as equally intoxicating as the feel of a slender vine inserting itself beneath his tail, plunging into his body to retrieve the seeds that had been implanted there. He'd wanted to be disgusted while listening to the tapes, but his body was hard wired, it had responded until his cock had been painfully hard against his belly and his breathing came out in rapid hard pants.
In the darkness he had listened to his own monotone voice describing what he had done and his hand dropped down to wrap around the tip of his cock to start pumping it. Stroking and pulling it, imagining the clutching walls of a lover wrapped around him as he whined to himself. That said nothing of the feel of his own finger beneath his tail and the way he had nearly broken and stumbled outside. That was the worst of it, some sickened part of his mind wanted to feel it again. Wanted to present himself like a bitch in heat to a plant that seemed to have built up so many toxins in his body that he couldn't do anything but think of it.
Even thinking about it made his pants tighten painfully as his cock started to push out of the pouch and rose up along the line of his belly, his breathing came out shallowly and he pulled his ears back. He wanted it again, he wanted to be drowned in the nectar or pollen or whatever it used, he wanted it to use him as a vessel. Because it was making him its vessel. Unlike his victims that had been released to find themselves swollen with seed, he wouldn't be released from the thing. It wanted him, it was creating him into something that would help it overcome the world. He was open to it, vulnerable, ripe and ready for change.
I don't want this! I am Ember! Not a plant's bitch ready to present myself. He snarled tohimself in the mirror, a growl vibrating his throat as he tried to control his own body's reactions.
It was in his mind, that horrible plant was in his mind, pulsing there and roiling through him so that he felt it calling for him to leave his house. It seemed to know that he was going to be taken away from its reach, something that he was almost ready to welcome. He could feel it, a strange creature in his mind that was making him tremble in place as he reached up and blindly scrabbled for the medicine cabinet. Some of the bottles fell down to the ground, but he ignored them as he started to hunt for the pills the doctor had given him ages ago. He snagged the amber bottle and popped the lid off, sending a few of the pale blue pills into the sink before shaking a couple into his paw. He was done with this, the plant couldn't get him if he was asleep.
He took a double dose, gulping it down with a mouthful of water and going back to gripping the sink. The doctor had given them to him with the assurance that he would sleep when he took them, it was the only thing he could think of to keep himself from answering the plants call. He'd make it until tomorrow and then be free forever. He didn't care if they thought he was insane, he just had to make it until William came to pick him up.
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It was the feel of cold dew on his paws that woke Ember up, his eyes flashing open as he nearly fell down from overcompensating a step. He froze with his ears pinned back flat to his head and his breath came out in a trembling rush. He remembered passing out on the couch, barely making it there before the drugs took over and he'd sank into dreamless sleep. He twisted around frantically, the wolf's ears tipped down flat to his head as he looked around him. He wasn't in his house, he wasn't even near his house, there was no glimmer of the lights or even the orange street lights from the road. The only light came from the moon above him and cast eerie shadows over the forest around him.
"Oh god no...." Ember took a step back, wincing as he felt how wet his lower legs were from the dew. How far had he gone? There wasn't that much woodland that backed up against his property!
Staring down at his body sent a rush of heat to his cheeks as he realized he was wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of shorts to cover up his nudity, he had gone to bed dressed, he recalled that much at least, but at some point he must have stripped down. He could feel the tug in his mind, a thrum that vibrated through his body like the sweetest siren song, calling for him. He stumbled backwards a few steps with his breath coming out shakily as he tried to ignore the tugging against his mind. It was almost impossible to think straight as he balled his fists up and tried to get his body to turn around to go back the way he came.
Nothing in his body wanted to move, it remained facing the forest where he could see tendrils of vines like those that had started to grow around his house. They twisted around the base of the trees, curled up towards the branches and spun themselves around the leaves. Even in the darkness he could see them, as if a low level light was being exuded from them, meant to catch the eye of the unwary. Against his will he continued to walk forward, feeling the damp grass and pine needles beneath his foot paws as he advanced. His breathing came out in short shallow pants as he was forced forward, nearly stumbling over his own paws.
The vines grew thicker around him, twining around each other and obviously overtaking the forest behind his house. There was no way to stop his body from moving forward, or to ignore the fact that the presence in his mind grew stronger. The night was filled with the particular spices that he had come to equate with the plant, each breath started to make him feel light headed while he picked his way through the sprawling vines and stumbled against a tree. He caught himself with his ears pinned back and his pupils dilated as he flexed his fingers against the bark and found himself staring at a massive twisted bud curled just within an opening in the forest.
The vines that led to it were nearly as thick around as his upper leg with smaller ones sprouting and twisting from their bases. The large broad bud glowed even in the moonlight, smaller lines of pale green darkened to nearly blue. The colors pulsed in the darkness, changing and shifting while he drew in a shuddering breath and took another step forward. One of the smaller vines brushed along his body, lightly tracing up along the curve of his chest as he nearly fell, another twisted up to meet his leg, wrapping around it securely in welcome. He didn't even glance at them, his eyes were locked on the bud in front of him. It was taller than he was by at least two feet and it wasn't still, it moved and rippled as he was forced towards it.
Even as another tendril twisted itself around his waist, he saw the broad green leaves that protectively encased the bud stir and part. There was a flash of deep glowing crimson, so vibrant that nearly made him squint as the leaves parted open wider and wider. The brilliant red pulsed as the leaves twisted and spread open wider and wider, revealing broad petals. Slashes of yellow burst forth and helped spread the leaves open wider and the edges of the petals unfurled for him. His breath came out in a trembling rush as he caught a rush of warm scent, pollen filled the air, spiced and thick so that his breath came out in short hard bursts, his protesting mind slowly starting to still and numb as he drew it in.
The flower spilled out, filling the clearing as the twining vines pulled him in closer, stumbling towards the plant as the stamen lifted up. They were a deep vibrant gold, paling towards the base to a glowing white that made him whimper out. He didn't know what it wanted to do, he only felt a rush of panic before the pollen flooded his muzzle and he lolled his tongue out with each harsh breath. Each time he drew in a deep breath it filled his senses, an electric tingle that soothed his worries away so it seemed almost perfectly natural to extend a hand paw to touch one of the broad petals.
It wasn't cool, it was warm, and felt alive as the stamen started to stretch upwards, straining and thinning as they went. One of them was as thick as his wrist, but the rest were slender as his fingers as they stretched outwards towards his leaning body. He didn't even move as one of the tendrils curled out to caress along his muzzle, gliding along the edge of his jaw line and brushing something slick along the edges. He breathed in the scent instinctively, he had missed this scent, he wanted to be surrounded with it. His tongue pushed outwards to swipe over the glowing yellow tip, tasting something sticky sweet as it glided right along the bridge of his muzzle.
The thickest stamen reached out and twisted right around his stomach, pulling him in until his world was enveloped by the crimson petals and the taste of the nectar clung to his tongue. He licked hotly around the tip, lapping and curling around it as something thick and goopy oozed down along his tongue and jaws. It clung to his fur while he tried to reach out to grasp it and draw it in closer, feeling the broadness of the tendril clutching down around his waist, the thickness of the bulb brushed against the back of his legs.
This isn't... right... He tried to get the thought and hold onto it, but his tongue pushedharder against the stamen that twisted along his muzzle coated the edges of his lips.
He briefly held the tendril that he suckled on with his paws, but his wrists were pulled away as several of the vines twisted out and wrapped around his forearms. The powerful plant gripped down almost bruising hard and yanked them upwards before he could fight it. His body was drawn into a curved arch while he tried desperately to lick at the addictive taste of the nectar. His breath came out in a harsh rush as his arms were drawn backwards, pulling tight so that his wrists were forced down right against his ass cheeks, pushing his chest outwards. It didn't matter, he wanted to taste the nectar, the silvery ooze that spilled out of the tip and he pushed his tongue upwards to catch the stuff.
It clung to his lips and the bridge of his muzzle while he twisted his head up with a short whimpering cry in his throat. His breathing came out in short hard bursts, trembling out before sucking in a deeper breath. The tendril twisted itself right along the upper portion of his jaw, wrapping around it and pushing against the roof of his mouth, while another slender one curled down around his bottom jaw. They were so thin that they should have been easy to break apart and struggle against, but he couldn't. He dug his jaws down and tried to break them, only to have his mouth forced open wider and wider. The clutching tendrils that twisted higher along arms teased him, rubbing firmly while he choked and curled his tongue out, trying to close his jaws around the tendrils.
His ears folded back firmly against his head and he let out a muted noise and a third thicker tendril pushed forward along his tongue. The plant didn't gently penetrate his muzzle, it forced its way inwards and wedged into his throat, the nectar spilling downwards while he gagged out roughly and tried to yank his head back. The panic that he felt was lost at the taste flooding his senses as his throat was forced open. The tendril wasn't smooth, but possessed minute little barbs that stroked through him, rolling along the roof of his mouth and his breath came out in harsh pants. His throat convulsed and clutched while he arched himself, only to help the hold that the plant had on him and where it wanted to position him.
He gave a sudden kick backwards and whimpered out while the tendril clutched around his waist and pulled him backwards, pressing against the crimson petals. The warm rubbed along him and he let out a ragged noise, stretching his paws out. The golden tendrils twisted out and caught his ankles, tensing and squeezing so tightly while his throat was worked around the tendril that pushed itself deeper into his muzzle. He couldn't even close his jaws down around the tendril working through him, he was at the mercy of a creature that had none.
The twisting tendrils pulled his legs up, forcing his legs backwards so his calves were pushed up snugly along his upper legs and bound together. The vines clamped down, binding them together as his back pressed a bit more firmly against the spread of the petal. With his legs forcibly spread, his body knew what to expect, it didn't matter how much of the thing controlled him, this had happened before. So when one of the smallest tendrils caressed along his sheath he whimpered out a sound of pleasure and arched himself up against it. It was sensory memory that made him react to the light touch of the tip curling just inside the opening of his sheath. The tip of his shaft started to push out while he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his body reacting to that gentle hold so his hips rolled upwards.
The tip of the tendril swirled around his canine tip, rubbing ever so gently that it was all he could do to thrust forward against the vines holding him. His cock slowly pushed into view, waiting to feel the embrace of the vine that would demand his arousal with powerful clutching touches. He let out a short growling sound while the tendril worked in his throat, making him gag before it pulled outwards again. He didn't care, he drove his hips upwards against the narrow tip flickering right around his tip, teasing him to slip further and further out of his sheath. The nectar oozed out of the tip, spilling down in a syrupy rush while the tendril within his jaws pulled backwards slowly, scraping along the line of his tongue until it just rested within his muzzle.
His heart was pounding, the muscles tensing along his haunches while he gave another rough thrust upwards and struggled against his bonds. The tendrils that held his armstwisted them together and pulled his arms up tight, his shoulders curving inwards. His cock started to pulse against his belly as his own precum oozed outwards and trailed along the underside, but still it wasn't held and squeezed like it had been before. The slender tip teased and circled around his sensitive tip, flicking rapidly while his fingers dug down into fists and he struggled to drive up against the touch. His breath came out in a trembling rush, lips curling back slightly as the need that was fueling him began to grow to an almost unbearable point.
The tendril that teased his cock tip grew even more slender, a gentle caress that ran right against the opening of his urethra made him snarl out and jerk his hips again, this time almost displacing the tendril. It nudged against the opening, pushing some of his precum out to roll along the sides of his girth before slipping inwards. His entire body tensed up, and for one feverish moment his mind cleared in a rush of fear and terror as it probed downwards and gentle pushed along his passage. His opening spread wider and wider, yawning open as the tip pushed downwards and rubbed along the narrow tube within his cock. He knew it wasn't that large, it had seemed so small when it had been stroking him, but now it felt incredible large as walls that weren't accustomed to being spread open were forced to wrap tightly around it. The wolf let out a rough keening noise, turning into a wet muffled noise as the nectar flowed into forcibly open maw.
He trembled in the grip of the tendrils, tensing up and trying to find a way to jerk his hips back as the tendril stroked through him and carefully pushed along the massage. His stomach contracted painfully as he felt it curling slightly and rubbing lightly while it bumped lower down and the tip of his urethra was forced open wider. The tendril remained thin at the time, but it grew larger as it dropped down lower, stretching the vulnerable passageway. His cock pulsed and tried to push up some of his precum, but it was blocked while the penetration stopped at the tip of his cock as the tendril started to stretch thinner and push downwards through his cock.
The invasion startled him, probing within his urethra that made his hips twitch in the instinctive need to buck forward. The precum wouldn't come out around the tendril that kept him plugged. His body moved, finally, but it wasn't because his body was winning the struggle against the vines that held him. The tendrils lowered him, sliding his back along the flower petal while he was enveloped by the glowing red petals. His body was lowered down towards the heart of the flower as he felt the thin tendril oozing downwards and pushing deep enough that he could feel it right at the tender base of his cock. His knot thickened in reaction, the vesicles filling while he tried to kick his bound legs out.
He felt sticky pollen clinging to him as the tip of the tendril pushed deeper and started to spread open inside the base of his cock. It was separating inside of his urethra, blossoming open wider and stroking through the narrow inner passage in ways that made his cock twitch against his stomach. Some relief found as it shifted along the tip and a clear dribble of precum escaped before he let out a high pitched cry. It was only cut off by the slid of the tendril within his muzzle as he felt elongated tendrils pushing deeper within the base of his cock.
His struggles stopped as he was dropped down towards something that nudged right along the naked curve of his ass. His paws brushed right along the thick softness that was the base of the flower. His body was pulled downwards, forcibly drawn against the one stamen that was held low in the flower. His legs were spread open painfully wide as a thick ovid-tipped vine slipped along the base of his tail. He felt it slipping up higher, nudging firmly until the tip glided right beneath his tail. He flexed in reaction as something oozed from it and the fist sized tip caressed and tried to force between his tensed rump cheeks. It was too big, he let out a half panicked cry as he tried to make his mind work the way it should have, not that he was given that relief. The moment he felt his thoughts clearing the nectar that was being oozed into his muzzle pushed it away. It made him want this, it made him want relief in ways that had him whimpering shallowly when the narrow tip of the blunt stamen pushed right up and caressed against his exposed pucker.
He started to try and relax himself, expecting to be impaled on the too large tip, but instead he was treated to feeling it spread open and the folds of it cupping right along the crease of his ass. Something sticky pushed out against him as tendrils pushed out from their hiding spot and one flicked down to wrap around his furred balls, twisting above them and clutching tightly, while two larger vines nudged against his exposed pucker. His breathing picked up pace, coming out in short rapid bursts as they caressed slowly, teasing back and forth before nudging upwards and pressing against him. The demanding push made his back arch up in the air and his ears snap back flat to his head as the twin tips started to wedge into him, spreading him open wider and wider.
The tight anal walls parted before them, feeling, intimately, the way the two vines had twisted around each other so it wasn't a single smooth appendage that was pushing into his body. They created something that penetrated him slowly and had strange ridges and rises that stroked along his silken passage. His walls clamped down tightly around it as they rubbed through him, deliberately stroking along his prostate while he was helpless to get relief from it. He couldn't thrust forward, there was nothing to thrust into and his cock was firmly impaled by a tendril that was lodged deep inside of him. The hold on his jaws relaxed slightly, but only enough that his lips could close around the tendril driven into his muzzle, exchanging their hold to seal his mouth closed around it as some of the nectar oozed along the corners of his mouth.
The vines beneath his tail pushed inwards, stretching him as it went, yawning him open wider and wider as they twisted around each other inside of him. They caressed places that made him twitch and tense up, his knot pulsing in reaction, but was denied release as the slender tendrils in his urethra started to move again. They reached inwards, a slow penetration that pushed deeper within his body and rubbed spots that made him shudder. He could feel them reaching and suddenly putting pressure right on the prostate that was also being stroked and teased through his anal passage. He jerked his hips forward, yelping out around the tendril as his automatic reaction was for his balls to tense up, threatening to cum. Not that he could, his urethra being blocked as the tendrils seemed to ripple within the channels and passageways of his shaft. He could feel them, sinking lower right at his lower belly before they well and truly separated.
His teeth dug down against the tendril in his mouth, tasting more of the nectar that leaked out from the cuts, and intimately felt a tendril seeking upwards and pushing towards his bladder. It was almost painful as he felt the urge to piss mingling with the feel of relief at something passing along the urethral channel. He felt his eyes tear up as his urethra was violated and penetrated thoroughly as the tendril probed upwards to suddenly push against something. He jerked and threw himself against the bonds, his eyes bulging wildly as something was being forced open inside of him. It wasn't the sensation of pure relief of pressure being unleashed, but a push that made him increasingly aware of the near pain of something wedging inwards. He had to go, it was worse than when he had had too many drinks, it was all consuming and not even the feel of the tendrils driving deeper into his anal passage stopped his frantic struggle.
The tight bladder sphincter that held him closed was suddenly breached, forced apart to wrap around the tip of the tendril so that his head was thrown back. There was no rush of relief at feeling the ability to piss take control, only the increase of pressure that had him curling his toes and clamping down around the vines that pierced deeper into his bowels and ruthlessly rubbed along his prostate. His body reacted to that touch, but it was a far cry away from what sensations he was being forced to endure as the tendril pushed its way into his bladder itself. He knew he should be going, he was tensed up, expecting to be able to relieve himself as he always had, but the denial of that basic right made his mind rear up past the inhibiting pollen and nectar.
Oh god, make it stop... He dug his teeth harder into a tendril that was thickening withinhis mouth, the tip of it rested against his tongue with that sickly sweet taste invading every sense. But it didn't matter, not with the feelings building.
In that moment, he would have given up everything just to have relief from that pressure that made him feel as if he were about to burst. He would have gleefully thrown his freedom away to just end the painful jab in his belly that was growing worse by the moment. The tendril's tip swelled and spread open like a flower within the confines of hisbladder, opening up the bulbous tip. It created a funnel that suddenly drew on the fluids found there, but not in the way that Ember wanted to have them drained. The pressure didn't relieve itself in one glorious leg shaking rush, but a slow sensation of it diminishing as it was drained away and the pressure started to relax. He whimpered out, tremblingly grateful and tried to free his arms. He tugged roughly against them, but the hold remained firm, keeping him trapped as he was drained dry.
It gave his mind room to concentrate on the twin tendrils that worked through his rear passage, stretching him as they went. The strange bumps and twisting turns made him acutely aware that no matter what was happening to his cock, his body was more than eager to engulf itself in the sensations of the rubbing strokes beneath his tail. It was humiliatingly exciting to feel his body caressed and spread open wider. The way they entwined themselves became a source of arousal as the nectar took hold of him more firmly, forcing his fear back down beneath the surface as the vines suddenly tried to strain against each other. The tight linking opened wider and yawned him open, forcing his muscles to stretch almost to the point of pain.
The sensation of the vines being spread apart ran from the tips and down towards the base of the vines as they twisted deeper within his anal walls. His stomach cramped up and he faintly let out a protesting groan as he felt them pushing past the point that any reasonably sized male would have stopped. Instead, they nudged so deep that he felt them force past his inner sphincter and start to curl within his bowels as they navigated a natural twist within the passage that should have stopped anything else. He grunted and kept his ears flat back as the twist made his entire body contract down, struggling against the ripples that forced him to stretch and contract.
His natural response was to try and expel them out, but the walls that worked to push the vines down through his passage did little except allow him to grow more intimately aware of the too thick shape stuffing itself inwards. It filled him, purposefully taunting him and rubbing places that made him buck his hips forward no matter his fears. His entire body felt too hot, unable to even pant, he could only let out muted noises of desire that he couldn't possibly get past the vine in his maw. His walls contracted again as the vines parted and forced him to stretch open wide, his anal ring yawning open far enough that he could feel himself gaping before he was allowed to relax again. The tendril on his balls suddenly contracted down tightly and pulled making him jerk forward again.
The vines began to steadily navigate the length of his bowels, and it wasn't simply plunging forward, it was a slow twisting track that he could feel bulging and filling him out. The turns that no cock could ever navigate were carefully twisted around and making him growl out when he felt them doubling back on themselves. His gut cramped even as he sucked hard around the tendril in his muzzle, his tongue curling around it greedily so he could feel the weeping wounds his teeth had made. He pulled the nectar down, instinctively wanting more as another pull between the tendrils forced him open as they repositioned themselves.
Suddenly within his cock, two of the tiny tendrils started to slip deeper, but not towards his bladder, which remained forced open. They split off and slipped up higher in his already stretched urethra and started to push their way into his vas deferens, the narrow tube that started the long journey towards his balls. He could feel the hesitant nudge that slipped and spread them open, traveling along either side of the tubes and branching away from each other. The invasion had his hips twitching as they were stimulated and spread open, swelling them open wider almost to point of pain as seminal fluid in his ducts was pushed outwards as well as inwards. They were swelling open and nerves were stroked, enflamed, pushed over that made him start to wildly try to buck forward.
Every nerve in his body seemed to concentrate in his loins, not even the ooze along his throat stopped him from driving himself forward in short shuddering movements. The vines clamped down harder to make sure that he couldn't move or escape, more ofthem working around his legs to forcibly hold them spread while he strained forward. His need was growing, a feverish desire that made him wildly roll his hips, he didn't care that he was nearly impaling more of that tendril into his cock, he wanted to fuck something, anything. He wanted release! He snarling voice was muffled as the tendrils curled further and further along his long tubes, pushing deeper and higher before descending further into his body. They grew even more slender as they went, but it didn't stop the need that was building. Even the feel of the tendrils stopping their penetration past his anal ring didn't reach his mind as he felt half mad.
At that moment, every fiber of his rational mind was lost, it spilled away and was replaced by the thoughts that were pounding through his loins. He knew what he wanted, what he needed, if he had been released near any even resembling a partner he would have taken them. He writhed and wrinkled his lips back with a wild cry as something suddenly pushed against the tip of his cock, something thick and heavy, spreading the tendrils open wide and rippling along his urethra while the tendrils within his vas deferens pushing towards his testicles finally curled along the last bit of space within his tubes.
The walls of his narrow reproductive passage clamped down around the orb that pushed inwards and rose up along his body in reaction to the sensation of heat flowing through him. He struggled to free his muzzle, a hint of the nectar oozing along his jaws as his balls tightened up beneath his body and tried to contract. Nothing was being pushed out, instead something jabbed hard, a sudden stab of heat hit the orbs and made his entire body arch upwards. Nothing made sense, he only knew that he wanted to cum, needed to cum, he was whining out for it as the pressure increased further, his balls starting to grow heavier between his legs while his breathing picked up its pace.
The slender tendrils carefully laid their hooked tips right into his testicles as they spilled out thick slime containing a host of seeds that rapidly filled his testicles. It spread through the virile sperm that should have been there and didn't eradicate them, so much as mutate them, latching on and using them to anchor themselves in the hostbody. The forcibly held open tubes contracted, his balls twitched, trying to push them upwards, but there was no exit for them. Billions upon billions of the tiny seeds spilled from the plant into him, altering him at the very basic level as even his hormonal levels were changed. The testosterone that should have poisoned them were absorbed and sacrificed in a moment as the orbs strained the furred sac that held them.
Ember didn't know this, all he knew was his body was being violated and he wanted to plunge into something. His toes curled and his entire body lurched upwards as something heavy drove into his belly, but not a seed, nothing like a seed. Something heavy and gel like oozed out of the vines in his belly and plunged right up against the valve between his large and small intestines. The penetration of so much of the vines allowed it to block him with a gel like wad of goo that started to penetrate that sphincter just enough that he was give no hope of dislodging it. The ooze continued, spilling out while the tendrils rubbed along the opening, spreading it. His walls clamped down, milking around the shaft as his cock pulsed again, desperately trying to reach orgasm as his knot blossomed open and stretched wider.
Time hovered for him, the pressure growing to the point that he was letting out high pitched whimpers, shallow gasps and his entire body felt on the edge of exploding. Things were changing inside of him, his testicles were being invaded and changing their entire design to fit that of the plants need, not his own. Slowly, oh so slowly, the tendrils released their hooked grip within the tubes that led to his orbs. It was painfully pleasurable as the first contraction rocked through him at the feel of the tubes sliding outwards. They delicately pulled back to navigate the turns while he was left giving short halting jerks of his hips forward, blindly trying to drive himself into something, anything.
The tendril that had insinuated itself into his bladder pulled back slowly as a thick slime was pulled off around its tip. Much like the heavy ooze that had splattered against the opening of his small intestine, it rolled off the tube to form a thick plug at the opening of his bladder sphincter. What should have felt alarming as the slight pressure torelieve himself didn't fade away, was only a small blip in his overrun mind. He only gave a shuddering drive upwards and pulled back again as the tendril began to drag itself free from his cock. Slippery and hot, it pulled along the opening of his urethra while his entire boned girth began to throb, pulsing and jerking against his belly.
Ember lost himself, lost every part of his body as he felt the tendrils finally joining together and slipping out of him, leaving his urethra aching behind it, but free of the plugs that had stopped him. With a snarling cry he bit roughly at the tendril in his mouth and lunged his hips upwards in a wild thrust. The throbbing in his knot and his balls tightened up, forcing up, not a flood of hot rich seed, but a splatter of something that glowed pale silver against his belly. Rope after watery rope hit against his belly as he balled his fingers up and cried out his pleasure time and again. He bathed himself in it, not caring about anything except squeezing around the tendrils beneath his tail and coating his own stomach with his release. Nothing mattered, nothing but this. Nothing would ever matter again.
Already the changes were taking place, but they weren't ones that were designed for only the plants use. The seeds that had been forcibly pushed into his testicles to overrun his sperm worked to change his hormonal makeup. The slightly musky warm male scent that should have come with the rush of seed, was gone, the faintest scent of sweetness, almost like honey filled the air as he lunged upwards time and time again. Driving himself against his own stomach, blindly trying to extend his orgasm as he let out his rough haggard cries. The scents grew on the air with each luminescent release, pheromone meant to attract a partner, his own body being readied for changes he couldn't even contemplate.
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Ember woke up, albeit slowly, with his body aching and the overriding need to piss filling him as he stirred on the cold damp grass. The wolf balled his fingers up and whimpered as he tried to stand up, but his stomach felt bruised, which was a better state than the rest of him. He swayed on all fours, his head hanging down and hecoughed roughly, the sweetness of nectar still thick on his tongue as he glanced around and found himself sprawled next to the flower that had blossomed the night before. The enormous thing that had glowed in the moonlight, that had ravaged him, was a pitiful thing in the daylight.
The petals were wilting and falling down, curling at the edges, while the stamen, that had so violated him, were dried up and crumbling in the early morning sunlight. The vines were drawing back, curling away and crumbling from their hold on the trees and he let out a rough noise of disgust at the scent of decay on the air. He managed to get his feet beneath him, but nearly fell back down at a wave of dizziness that passed through him. He reached out to clutch a tree and lowered his head, closing his eyes tightly in an attempt to center himself. He wasn't hurt, not really, he was going to be alright.
Perhaps the plant is dead... The thought almost cheered him as he straightened up andlicked his dry nose.
He was so hot, he could see his breath on the air, but he panted shallowly as his skin felt swollen and enflamed. His plush fur was too much, it was making it hard to bear the heat as he squinted in the painfully bright sunlight and swallowed around a dry tongue. The taste of the nectar lingered there, it matted along the underside of his jaw while he took one slow step forward and felt another wash of dizziness. He reached a paw up and rubbed his eyes, his tattered scarf nearly fell off as he swayed back and forth, finally resorting from leaning back against a tree. He had a fever, that was it, he had a fever, he felt sick and light headed.
Gotta get in the house, call a doctor.. He trembled a little and managed another step, andanother, away from the dying plant behind him.
Each step made him feel worse, he was too hot, he felt sick to his stomach, his legs were shaking, but each step got him closer to safety. He didn't know why the plant had died, but something was wrong with him. He'd never been sick like this, but he'd never been abused as he had last night. He'd always just blacked out and come back to himself days later with very little understanding of what he'd done. Now he was awake and feeling every bruise that he'd been treated too. Had the plant tried to implant an egg in him and failed? Was it finally going to release him? That thought gave him the strength to stumble down the path and to his back gate. His paws fumbling with the latch and he found his door still open and ajar.
Ember barely got into the house before collapsing on the couch, his breathing coming in short wheezes as the scent of something sweet continued to cling around him. He had to use the bathroom, but first, he had to know what had happened to him. He moved his paw down to touch his own stomach, spreading his fingers out and digging down so he could try and find the orb that had been left inside of him. Except, there was no orb, there was nothing hiding there that could possibly be mistaken for a lump. Just his own smooth belly fur and the normal feel of his stomach. The wolf's lips twitched a little, and even through his fever he felt a sense of absolute relief.
_The plant is dying, that was it... I'm not right, it failed..._He sat up on the couch andmoved his paw lower, before freezing and cutting out a short cry.
His fingers brushed right along the tip of his erect shaft, making him stare down at himself and his ears tipped back flat. His cock was out, entirely out, knot and all, jutting up along his stomach just as if he had just came. His own touch made him jerk away as it was almost painful to touch the roused flesh that twitched in reaction. He dropped his paws back down on the couch and furrowed his brows as he stared at himself. Something oozed from his tip, a trail of slippery wetness that trailed right down along the underside of dark red shaft and disappeared into the fur pushed down around the base of his knot. It might have been the light, but it almost seemed to glow as it spilled out of his aching opening.
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"God damn it, Ember!" William slammed the door to his truck shut and pulled his ears back tight to his head as he glared at the house.
He didn't want to do this, he knew he had to, the wolf needed to get help for his delusions, but it killed part of him to be the one to escort his friend into the proper hands. He'd shown up just at dawn, just as he promised he would, so that they could have a meal together before they went to the clinic, but the moment that he'd gone up to the house he'd been greeted with nothing but silence. Absolute silence and an empty home without any lights. Clothing had been strewn around the living room and the back door was wide open, so was the back gate leading up to the forest. It made his head hurt and the fox ran a paw through his dark head fur before flipping on his cell phone.
He cared for the wolf, Ember was a good guy and generally down to earth until all of this had started. But the stories he was coming up with showed something was wrong and it was time to get it taken care of. He slid his thumb across the screen of his phone to bring up the key pad and sighed a bit. He really didn't want to call the cops to come hunt his friend down, but at this point he was a loss of what to do.
CHIIIIIKKKIKKIKKIKKKIKKKKK William froze at the sudden metallic chattering soundthat erupted from the trees above him. He shifted his body slightly and tilted his head up before something large, blue-black and gleaming filled his vision.
"THE FUCK?!"