Luna's Summer Vacation 4: Midnight Meal
#4 of Luna's Summer Vacation
My first attempt at publishing a story on SF, staring my friend Kurakumo's OC Luna as she goes on Vacation during her heat.
Luna's first night in the wild was not going well.
While her first day was like some wonderful airport smut novel, she was starting to see the number of issues she was soon going to have to deal with if she wanted to even make it to next week, nevermind the month.
1). Despite being on a Island with a Volcano, it didn't make the nights any warmer. Every hair on her body was rigid and it stood up on it's ends, as did several more "Exposed" parts of her body.
2). Hunger was starting to kick in and she wasn't really an expert in hunting food, plant or meat.
3). There didn't seem to be all that many options for shelter apart from climbing one of the trees and seeing if there was an old Flying-Type nest.
It was strange, her Aura senses didn't seem to pick up anything, not because there was no life in the area, far from it, but-...well, if she knew what was going on there, she wouldn't be so damn lost!
It was like even the trees had their own Auras (or dozens), blinding her senses under such sheer volume, like using night-vision goggles in the sunlight.
And of course, when she stopped using it, it wasn't much better as she could barely see her hand in front of her face.
Or the tree she just walked into face first.
Growling slightly as she held her nose, she looked upward and decided might as well try this one to spend the night in.
She used the vines on the tree to slowly ascend, taking her time seeing how her vision was mostly useless in this dark.
Another sense of hers, her smell, still seemed to work as a rather nice scent seemed to be coming from the top of the tree, like what a roast dinner in plant form would smell like.
Her belly rumbled slightly at that notion and she found herself climbing up a bit faster as a result.
It was then that she felt something pull at her ankle before violently yanking her out of the tree.
But instead of hitting the ground, she dropped into a cup of sticky goo, exclaiming with surprise and disgust at what just happened.
Wiping the gunk from her eyes and spitting it from her maw, her vision cleared as she found herself inside-...something and was up to her chest in-..something else.
She looked up before a large leaf seemed to seal the entrance above her, leaving her mostly in the dark right as she realized that sweet scent was coming from here.
Then it hit her: she was inside a Victreebel!
Panic quickly sank in as tales about unlucky explorers being dissolved alive in the mouths of these terrible Poison-types, which she was currently in.
She attempted to climb out but the heavy goo made it hard, as did the specialized hairs on the inside as her hands were unable to get any grip to do so.
As she trashed, what little mobility she had left was soon hampered as small vines on the inside of the creature began to form Grass Knot s around her arms and legs.
Her struggles lessened as it became harder and harder to move, even as Luna thought she felt the infamous Acid of the Victreebel against her flesh (Keyword: Thought).
From the outside, the "Bell" of the creature shook less and less as a dull look in the eyes of the Pokemon showed just how routine this was for him.
At this point, she tried to use her Aura to show her distress, figuring if it didn't respond to this then lethal force as on the table (Hey, it would be self defense. Jenny would understand!)
Before she could broadcast that however, something began to poke at her inner thigh.
She couldn't see it though the pale green goo but the Stamen of the Victreebel had expanded and was currently searching for something.
Her expression blanched for a moment when it became clear what the plant intended as her legs were slowly pulled apart by the vines.
She was lifted up slightly by her bound arms and legs, enough to ensure her head was above the gunk so she couldn't drown but not nearly enough to not soak her entire body in the stuff.
While she was glad she wasn't being eaten, this wasn't exactly much better but soon she shuddered as her pussy was used once more, the sap of the stamen already making it's way inside her body.
Her body attempted to pull against the vines but to no success and making the plant restrain her even more.
Her half-added eyes were soon blinded as a large vine began to tie itself around her head like a blindfold, doing little to calm her down, the Lucario snarling and trying to bite though one of the vines with her teeth.
In a move she was depressingly common with, a much larger vine was deployed before forcing it's way into her mouth, even scraping though her fangs on it's way down her throat as it plugged up her mouth.
Once it was lodged in place, visible lumps began to travel down her neck and gullet containing-...something? Maybe that gunk she was swimming in?
She couldn't taste it, it was forced into her throat without ever hitting a taste bud, not that she would notice mind.
The Stamen inside her was much more flexible and the Victreebel was using it rather well as it pumped in and out of the Lucario, causing muffled moans to escape around the sides of the vine in her maw.
She inhaled more and more of that lovely scent though her nose, seeing how she couldn't breath though her mouth, as the remaining fight left her body and a rather thick sap was pumped in to replace it by both vines.
If her eyes weren't shut, her eyes would be rolling into her head (Might even still be) as she was violated and taken, but Man it felt really good...
Unlike a number of biological creatures, plants didn't have a refractory period, something Luna realized as it just kept going even after she screamed in orgasm and shook her head in protest, she has had enough sex, the Victreebel could stop.
But her cries fell on-....wait, do Victreebel's even have ears?
Considering she had just climaxed again not long after but it was still going, I guess not.
The pleasure began to overwhelm Luna, "Sapping" her strength before she passed out, even as her limb body rocked slightly from the pumping and shifting of the grass type, uncertain if she would even wake up in the morning...