Runaway Experiment Redux - Part 2: The Hunting
The half-crescent moon reflected in the ocean waters around the chain of tropical islands in the pacific. Despite the fact that it was still only an hour after midnight, one island was pretty much awake. The lights were on at a government facility on the island, while helicopters with searchlights flew across the island, illuminating the lush jungle growth as they passed. Along the shore military gunboats also scoured the beaches and shorelines with search lights, their crews all armed and alert. They were after the escaped super plant that had gotten loose from the underground research facility.
Andronia stepped out of the concrete bunker entrance, seeing troops and a few scientists run about in a hurry. Several hummer trucks were being brought out from the underground garages along with combat gear and weapons. The female collie looked around for a familiar face or faces in the crowd and soon she found them. A large raptor in a general's uniform was conversing with a male collie scientist, while nearby stood several furs in the familiar black combat outfits of Andronia's unit. She adjusted her own uniform, which was a tight-fitting fiber suit with black Kevlar over her chest and a belt with a holster for her weapons and gear. Then she walked over to the group.
As Andronia got closer the first voice that she could hear was that of the raptor, General Whisk. He had a lean appearance, but he was all muscles under that uniform. His scales were a mixture of yellow and brown colors and he had a spikes running from the middle of his face down to his neck. Whisk's red eyes were focused on the scientist with whom he was talking, though the volume of his voice made it almost sound like shouting. The raptor kept poking the collie scientist with his left claw while the other was crossed over his chest.
"I don't care how things were under that slacker rhino, but here I give the orders. And what I say, goes. Got that, Collin?" The raptor hissed as Andronia got close enough to hear his words clearly.
"Yes, sir." The collie named Collin responded. "But this isn't some terrorist or insurgent fighter, general. We're talking here about a plant species that is far more cunning and smart than we know."
"I thought you told me this flower had no brains." Whisk countered.
"Yes, I did." Collin admitted. "But the creature's instincts constantly change, evolve and adapt as it needs. Far quicker than anything on this planet. That's why I'm recommending that..."
"No deal, Collin." Whisk interrupted. "We will do things my way. Andronia's team will hunt down the plant and kill it, simple as that. And they'll be backed up with plenty of firepower to do the job properly. Full stop."
"Yes, sir." Collin sighed, giving up his argument with the raptor. It was at that moment that he saw Andronia standing close by. "Oh, hello there Andronia. I didn't see you arrive." The male collie greeted her. Unlike Andronia, who had mostly black fur with a white stripe running from her face and muzzle down to between her legs, Collin had mostly brown fur and more white fur than the border collie.
"Hey, Collin." Andronia nodded in reply. "No need to apologize."
General Whisk turned around and walked right up to Andronia. "There you are, Lieutenant Andronia. Is your team ready?" The raptor asked the female border collie.
Andronia took a quick glance at her five team mates: Nehela the female spaniel, Abrigale the female coyote, Ookamisuke the female vixen and Ronald the male raccoon were loitering nearby, exchanging a few words amongst themselves. She didn't know them all too well, since the border collie had only become part of this unit after being transferred from the Furtropolis Police Department a month or two ago. Still, they had their kits and equipment with them and looked about ready. Andronia turned to Whisk and nodded. "Yes, sir. We're ready."
"Good." Whisk then dug around in his uniform until he pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded the paper, revealing that it was a map of the island they were on. Andronia and Collin moved closer to look at the map as Whisk spread it out with his arms.
"Now, according to our remote sensors the target has not left the island and is currently around..." Whisk tapped the opposite end of the island with a single finger. "... here, near the old carrier." Andronia knew the general was talking about the old aircraft carrier that had been beached during World War II. Nowadays it mainly served as a tourist attraction and occasional training area.
"Why hasn't the plant left the island?" Andronia asked.
"It's probably not fully developed." Collin answered. "The plant seems to have an aversion to seawater and in its young state it cannot tolerate the salty water for long."
"So we got the bastard trapped on the island." Whisk agreed. He then looked at Andronia. "I want your team to go to where the target is and eliminate it. Use any means at your disposal to get the job done. I will have troops standing by to assist you in killing this SOB."
"And what about the plant's victim, sir?" Andronia asked, referring to the female hyena the plant has consumed before fleeing the facility.
General Whisk shrugged. "If you get her out, fine. But if you can't get her out, too bad." The raptor replied indifferently. The border collie was surprised at that, and so was Collin.
"General, I..." Collin started to say.
Whisk turned to Collin and interrupted the collie. "You give them that serum and instruct them on how to use it."
"Yes, general." Collin sighed and nodded.
Whisk turned back to Andronia. "Get your team and move out. Get rid of that plant and watch your step." He poked the border collie in the chest as he spoke.
"Yes, sir." Andronia replied, feeling a little uncomfortable from the poking. Satisfied, General Whisk marched away, leaving the two collies on the tarmac.
Collin walked closer to Andronia and shook his head. "Sorry about that, Andronia. I tried to reason with him, but..." He left it hanging.
"It's okay, Collin." Andronia replied, understanding that Collin must have had a hard time with the raptor. She decided to change the topic. "This serum the general mentioned. Is it the same one we used the last time?"
"Absolutely. I kept a few samples ever since Tanzi brought that seed back." Collin nodded. Both he and Andronia, along with a female elf, had managed to destroy the first super plant by injecting a toxic substance into its veins. The plant had died quickly from the poisonous substance and they were eventually able to free all the victims that the plant had caught. But to accomplish that, they had to get themselves swallowed up by the plant and yiffed like its victims.
"Will my team and I have to... you know, like last time?" Andronia asked Collin. The experience last time, while not unpleasant, wasn't something she wanted to repeat.
"No, not this time." Collin said, shaking his head and pulling closer a large suitcase that Andronia had not noticed the first time. He knelt and removed the latches on the case, then lifted the lift. The border collie glanced inside. In the suitcase was five pistols and some vials. Andronia noticed that the pistols, rather than using bullets, used darts with very large and sharp needles. Each dart has a slot that was the size of the vial, which contained a blue/green liquid in it. She recognized it immediately as the poison she and Collin had used to destroy the first plant.
"Will that dart be able to penetrate the plant's skin?" Andronia asked Collin.
"It should." Collin replied. "The darts were designed to penetrate through the thick skin of the plant, and since we are dealing with a plant that is not yet fully grown you should be able to get the poison into it without having to... expose yourselves."
"Effective range?"
"Effective range is about 200 metres, but the closer you are the better."
"Not bad, Collin. Bring them to my team and show them how they work." Andronia said, turning around and walking back towards her group.
Collin closed the suitcase and stood up. He then carried it after Andronia as they headed for the four team members waiting near their hummer. After about 30 minutes of instruction and final preparations, Andronia and her team got into the hummer and drove into the jungle with a military escort of jeeps and helicopters.
The hunt was on.
Deep under the ground on the opposite side of the island, the target of Andronia's hunt was remaining stationary near the point where the earth started to give way to sand. The plant could sense the salty water from the ocean seeping through the sand and was very repulsed by it. Even if it was fully grown it would not stand the seawater for long. But the plant was still in an adolescent stage and therefore could barely touch the stuff, let alone dig through sand saturated with it. For now, it remained close to the shore but not too close.
The plant could still pick up faint signals of movement at the research facility. Though those who were after it were still far away, the plant took no chances and had dug itself as deep as it could underground, keeping only the tips of its one flower stem right under the surface. At the same time the plant was growing hungrier. It was getting as much energies as it could possibly get from the female it already had in its belly even after stimulating it while it rested. But the plant needed fresh prey and it had to hunt.
One of the plant's sensors picked up a faint vibration that was slowly growing. Something was coming into the general area, but it was not numerous in number. Curiously the plant dug towards the source of the vibrations, though it kept alert for any charges that could signal danger for it. As it got closer it could distinguish the vibrations from each other. Several large objects were moving along a path in the jungles and the plant knew that it was far too big to be prey. If it could feel so, the plant was disappointed and it began to head back to where it was a few minutes ago.
Suddenly one of the large objects broke away from the herd while the others came to a halt. The plant stopped and felt the change in vibrations. Was that one coming after it? The plant decided to halt it's burrowing and wait motionlessly, listening to that object. It seemed to move towards the plant's general location, but it was not going directly towards it. After a minute or so the object stopped completely and the plant no longer felt any vibrations. Suddenly about fivenew signals came to the plant and it instantly recognized them as the creatures it fed on. They remained clustered together for another minute, and then all five creatures split up, heading in different directions away from each other.
The plant could sense that it could now hunt down these food sources, since they were now isolated enough for it to capture them without placing itself in too much danger. With its hunger urging it on, the plant began to burrow towards the first and closest of the five preys.
Nehela carefully made her way through the thick jungle growth, keeping her eyes peeled and the serum gun ready in both paws. In the darkness of the night the female canine spaniel looked almost invisible in her black fiber suit, gloves and boots that covered all but her head. Even her head fur, a deep orange color, was largely obscured by the night vision goggles she wore. Through them, the world was in various shades of green with the occasional red blob indicating a heat source. So far, the only heat sources were from some of the nocturnal animals that roamed on the island and a bird or two.
Andronia had told them all to split up and spread out into the jungle to try and flush the plant out of hiding. While it might be suggested they stick together, the argument was that they should keep apart should they stumble upon the plant. If they did, they were to radio the others, who would then home in on her position thanks to tracking devices in their uniforms. Plus, they all read the briefing on the plant and knew what it did, so they kept apart so as to not all get caught and consumed at the same time.
Nehela wondered what it was like to be inside that plant, being yiffed out of your mind almost every single minute. She started to feel a little uncomfortable between the legs the more she thought about it. But she quickly shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She was on a mission! This was not the time for fantasies. The spaniel continued on, determined not to let her mind wander again.
Looking around the jungle Nehela could not see any red signature that resembled their target. Suddenly she stopped and looked to her right. There was no red blob where she looked either, but something was wrong. It seemed as if the jungle was moving there. Nehela took hold of her goggles and lifted it up from her eyes. As expected, she couldn't see anything in the darkness. She took out a small flashlight, flicked it on and pointed the beam of light towards the spot.
Nehela found herself looking directly into an opening between what appeared to be large purple leaves. And sitting right at that opening was a large, beetle-like creature that Nehela instantly recognized as the ones she saw in autopsy pictures of the super plant. The female suddenly realized that she had walked right up to the plant's flower! She quickly stepped back, keep her eyes and flashlight on the plant and its beetle.
Suddenly the beetle spat something at Nehela with such speed that the spaniel didn't even have time to shout. The stuff hit the female right on the muzzle, almost causing her to stumble. Nehela tried to pull the stuff away, but found that it was really sticky. So sticky, she couldn't open her muzzle to shout for help. She realized that it was the sticky spider silk that the beetles sometimes cocooned their prey with. Nehela looked up and saw the beetle scampering down to the ground, coming towards her.
The spaniel decided to quickly fire the dart at the plant before it completely got hold of her. She took aim at the plant's mouth with the serum gun while keeping the flashlight on the flower. Then she pulled the trigger. There was a recoil as the dart left the barrel and glided silently at the plant.
A second beetle scurried out of the mouth, right in front of the dart. The dart hit the creature right in the middle of its face. The beetle gave a screech of pain and feel to the ground. It rolled onto its back, its legs twitching for a few seconds before going still. Nehela swore under her muzzle. She just wasted a dart as well as valuable time. She stepped back, reaching for a second dart on her utility belt.
The first beetle spat again, this time aiming at Nehela's ankles. Its web string hit her left ankle, sticking firmly to her suit's skin. The creature then started to run around Nehela, releasing more strands as it went. The spaniel realized that it was trying to pull her over. She struggled to free the dart from her belt. Finally she wrenched it free and prepared to put into her pistol's chamber. But the beetle had managed to wrap its strands around her ankles like a rope. Then it pulled back on it. Nehela felt herself loosing her balance and flayed her arms about in a desperate attempt to remain standing. But that accomplished nothing except for her dropping the pistol on the ground. She then fell onto her back, landing hard on the ground.
But Nehela was determined not to be beaten. She quickly pushed herself up with her arms into a sitting position, and then reached for her pistol. And that was all the beetle needed. It took aim at her back, and then pounced.
The last thing Nehela could remember was something sharp jabbing into the back of her neck.
Ronald crept through the jungle, hunkered down and holding his dart gun with both paws. The male raccoon scanned the area with his night vision goggles, looking for signs of the plant. He had seen the file photos of the first one that had escaped from here some time ago, so he knew what he was looking for. His ears twitched this way and that, trying to pick up anything usual amid the din of the nocturnal wildlife.
Ronald was still relatively new to the special unit, still being in his mid-twenties. But he had excelled at the trials for the unit and it did not take long for him to be assigned here. The raccoon had not yet had any real mission until now, so he was eager to carry out his orders from Andronia. Some of his team mates had questioned the wisdom of spreading out like this, but for Ronald it made sense. They could find the plant more easily this way. And for the raccoon personally, if he found the plant first, he could kill it on his own and claim all the glory. Then all the females in his team would swoon at his accomplishment. He grinned at the thought, his black and grey striped tail swishing.
But first he had to find the plant. He kept his eyes firmly on the jungle, looking for that telltale large flower shape of the super plant that appeared at the surface. He could hear his feet crush the tiny plants and grass that covered the jungle floor, but the raccoon kept his eyes from looking down.
As a result, he never saw what he was literally walking into.
As Ronald tried to put his left foot down, he found himself trying to stand on empty air. He gasped as he fell, but only briefly. He came to a sudden stop, feeling something around his body from the waist downward. The raccoon quickly looked down. It looked as if he had fallen into some kind of hole in the ground. Ronald swore silently, cursing himself for not watching where he was going. The male put the gun down on the ground and began to try and lift himself out, pushing up on either side of the hole with both paws. To his frustration, he found that he was stuck firmly around the waist.
Suddenly, Ronald stopped. He was stuck around the waist, as if some kind of ring or belt was around him. He could move his legs a bit, so his boots felt the sides of the hole. It was smooth and slightly slick. The raccoon looked down carefully, noticing some kind of a rim around his waist. Large leaves spread out from the rim over the ground, as if they were.... petals.
"Oh shi..." The raccoon began to say, realizing what the "hole" really was.
The next instant the earth around him burst apart. Ronald quickly looked at one of the eruptions and a saw a large vine rising from the ground. Through his night vision it had the same color as the surrounding jungle, but unlike the other plants this was moving. The raccoon reached for his radio, but he barely did that when several of the vines flung themselves around his wrists and pulled his arms upward. A third vine quickly wrapped around his muzzle, clamping his mouth shut. The raccoon male jerked and pulled his head and arms, trying to break free from the vines.
Ronald's eyes then went wide. He felt what he suspected were more vines wrapping around his ankles inside the hole, slipping his boots off. But it was the fact that all the vines on his arms and legs had slid in under his outfit that made his eyes widen. As the vines slithered up his appendages the fibers stretched until it tore, tearing a seem along the length of the vines. The raccoon knew he was in serious trouble. The plant was going to remove his uniform and then yiffy him silly before swallowing him. Ronald moaned out in frustration and fear.
The vines continued to worm their way through Ronald's uniform, tearing apart his uniform's arm and leg pipes before moving to his chest and waist. The raccoon took a sharp breath as he felt a vine slide in under his underwear and touch his testicles. Almost immediately his cock started to grow despite himself, while the vines continued to tear his uniform. Soon all four vines met at his stomach and broke through the fabric. The vines then retreated as two new vines appeared around the raccoon. They grasped the tatters of his uniform and peeled them away from Ronald's body. The rim around his waist eases its grip to allow his uniform to be pulled out. Ronald breathed quickly, feeling his torn clothing come free from his body, the cool night air on his muscular, furry chest. Months of training and exercise had left the raccoon with a body that would swoon many females. Finally, one vine took hold of his goggles and pulled them off his head. Suddenly Ronald could not see a thing except for the moon peering through the upper branches.
Suddenly Ronald felt something between his legs. Two vines were coming out of the plant, sliding up his legs towards his lower body. The raccoon breathed in sharply again as one vine slid between his buttocks while another curled around his furry balls. His anus ring puckered up tightly when the first vine began to prod insistently at it. But both this and his testicles being curled around made his penis grow very quickly, coming thick, hard and throbbing. The male groaned and grunted as he tried to fight back the urges building within him. The next instant his eyes sprang wide and he gave a muffled shout as the vine at his backside managed to squeeze itself past his pucker and into his ass. He could feel it wiggling and squirming inside him as it made its way through his passage. Ronald then jerked again as the other vine slid onto his cock, sliding his meat through a little hole in its tip. Suction then started inside the hollow vine, allowing it to pull itself over the raccoon's entire length while stimulating him at the same time. All that Ronald could do was shiver and moan.
Those muffled moans became louder when the vine in his butt stopped going deeper and pulled back only to thrust right back it, repeating the move in a regular, quick rhythm. At the same time, while the vine was sucking him off, it was also flexing its length over his balls, kneading them between its thick, smooth lengths. Ronald's eyes slowly closed as he gave up against the yiffing. His muscles also relaxed, though it still tensed up from the pleasure now and then. But for the plant, the prey's surrender now made it easier for it to feed and begin swallowing it. It began to pull the raccoon into the flower pod that he was stuck halfway it, the rim of the flower mouth sliding against his bare stomach and furry tail. At the same time, the vine with the cup-tip came up and squeezed between the mouth and Ronald's sinking stomach, ready to attach to his face.
Amid the pleasure Ronald was beginning to have his favorite fantasy: a group orgy between him and the female members of his group. There was Abrigale, sucking upon his cock, while Nehela teased his backside with her fingers. Ookamisuke was here, rubbing her paws up and down his chest. And there was Andronia, the female collie he lusted after the most, naked and standing right above his head. He could see her femalehood very clearly. She began to bend her knees, lowering herself down to his face. Ronald grinned as her pussy came closer and closer until it slid over his snout. He breathed in deeply, smelling her sweetness.
The plant's toxin vine attached its tip onto Ronald's face, covering his nose and mouth while the other that kept his mouth closed unwrapped and retreated. The male was now so submissive to his fate that the plant did not need many toxins to take away what fight he had left. By now Ronald had sunk up to his shoulders into the pod, but he didn't notice that. His mind was still in his fantasy while his body was close to orgasm. The plant sensed this and had its stimulant vines take it up a notch. The vine on the male's cock tightened around his shaft, squeezing it, while its length squeezed his balls between its curls. At the same time the vine in his ass sped up, thrusting in and out like a piston in an engine.
Ronald could no longer take it. His muscles went stiff and he gave out a yell of pleasure into the vine over his mouth as he orgasmed. The raccoon's semen shot out from his imprisoned cock, only to disappear into the tube of the sucking vine in long, creamy strands. His anal muscles squeezed hard on the intruding vine even as it stopped. His body shook violently from the wonderful explosion. In his fantasy Ronald felt himself screaming into Andronia's pussy while his gave his seed to Abrigale to drink. And the plant fed off his released energies, tasting fresh food for the first time in hours.
But even as the raccoon was experiencing and then coming down from his orgasm, the plant was drawing him in faster. As his feet entered the shoot leading down to the plant's body, the rim of the mouth slid up his shoulders and around his neck, leaving only his head and arms outside. The flower petals began to close all around the male. Ronald could feel the mouth slide up his head, but he didn't resist or even open his eyes to take one last look at the moon. The raccoon simply thought Ookamisuke was still caressing his body and that Nehela was also beginning the do the same around his feet. He gave a satisfied murr just as his head slid into the flower.
The flower's petals closed up just as Ronald's arms and paws finally disappeared. The flower then burrowed back into the earth, leaving just the torn uniform, equipment and the dart gun, still loaded, lying on the ground in the darkness.
Ookamisuke scanned the jungle with her night vision goggles while she stood on a large rock for some elevation. The vixen could still not see very far with all the trees, but at least now she could look over some of the bushes. Yet, she did not see anything out of the ordinary. Once or twice did she spot a night monkey or a nocturnal parrot, but that was about it. The jungle was as normal as one could get.
Ookamisuke sighed and sat down on the rock. She just wasn't cut out for this role. The silver-furred vixen was young. Too young, some of her compatriots and superiors had said. She was still barely out of her teens and by all rights she should be attending college or something. Instead, she had ended up in the military, undergoing all kinds of training and weird tests. Eventually she wound up here on the insistence of General Whisk. The vixen had once overheard him say something like "unlocking her true potential", but she didn't know what he meant.
And now here she was. On a tropical jungle on a remote Pacific Island, searching for a plant that allegedly used orgasms to live and grow. Despite having read all the files and seen the photos of what this sex plant looked and behaved like, Ookamisuke still found the whole thing very weird and almost unbelievable. Although... the whole yiffing part did kind of appeal to the vixen, since she was a little on the playful side. Her tail began to swish.
Ookamisuke shook her head, clearing her mind of such naughty thoughts. She has a mission to do and didn't want to let her friends down. The vixen sat up, brushed her butt clean and jumped off the rock. She glanced around the jungle, reaching for the holster that held her dart gun.
An arm wrapped around her chest while a paw grabbed her muzzle from behind. Ookamisuke's startled yelp was quickly muffled and she began to squirm and fight back against her assailant.
"Sssssh!" A familiar voice whispered into the vixen's ear. "It's just me."
Ookamisuke stopped struggling, eyes wide with surprise. She then sighed and relaxed, and immediately the familiar person behind her released her muzzle and let her go. "Nehela." The vixen said, taking a deep breath and turning around. "You scared me half to death." Through her goggles Nehela looked like a large blob of red colors to Ookamisuke, but the spaniel was close enough for the vixen to recognize that it was her.
"What are you doing here, Nehela?" Ookamisuke asked. "Did you find something?"
"You could say that." Nehela replied as she began to walk behind the grey-furred vixen. "Something special."
Ookamisuke scratched her head fur in confusion. Nehela was not making sense at all, especially considering what they their mission was at the moment. "Are you okay, Nehela?" She asked as the spaniel moved behind the vixen. "You sound as if you..."
Ookamisuke's words ended in a gasp as she felt Nehela reach from behind and cup her paws over her perky breasts under the Kevlar vest. The spaniel then squeezed, gripping the vixen's breasts through the latex-like black fabric. Ookamisuke tried to protest, but the words she formed in her mind came out only as soft yips as Nehela kept grasping and releasing her breasts. The young vixen was becoming aroused very quickly as is her nature. She closed her eyes and wagged her tail against the spaniel.
Nehela let go of one breast and took hold of Ookamisuke's paw that was holding the toxin pistol. She brought it up to the free breast and the vixen seemed to get the idea. She dropped the pistol onto the ground and clasped her paw over her melon, squeezing in rhythm with Nehela's own. Nehela started to undo the straps of the vest until, with a little willing help from Ookamisuke, she got the vest off. The spaniel then slid her free paw over Ookamisuke's smooth tummy to her utility belt. She found the buckle and after a few second of fumbling managed to get the belt loose. It fell to the ground with a soft thud. Her paw then continued on down, heading towards Ookamisuke's nether regions. The vixen gave a loud yipe when Nehela's paw brushed over the spot on the suit where her privates were. She folded her legs together and began to whine as the spaniel started to make circular rubs over that sweet spot.
Ookamisuke was becoming very horny, feeling her vagina becoming moist. She took hold of Nehela's paw and guided it to the zipper. Nehela took hold of the zipper and pulled it down, letting Ookamisuke feel the cool night air on her femalehood. Nehela stuck her paw into the open and brushed her fingers over the vixen's love lips. The vixen gasped and moaned, reaching up to clasp her free breast and pinch her tit. Nehela then inserted one finger, slowly sliding it into the wet confines of Ookamisuke's pussy. The vixen whined even louder, and did so again when Nehela insert two, then three fingers into her body. The spaniel then started to rub her thumb over the vixen's clitoris while pumping and wiggling her fingers.
Immediately Ookamisuke's legs began to wobble, but Nehela held her steady. The vixen was moaning loudly now, but her moans were the only sound in the surround jungle. Everything else had fallen strangely quiet. Nehela glanced up and saw the reason: the super plant's flower had appeared again and was blooming again, turning towards the females. Nehela begin to nudge Ookamisuke forward, who padded along despite the weakness in her legs. She didn't even open her eyes to look, concentrating too much on the pleasure from the spaniel's wiggling fingers and the rubbing of her nub. She was oblivious to everything else, including the vines that were reaching for her.
As usual, the vines wrapped around Ookamisuke's wrists and ankles. But they didn't pull her away just yet. One vine went to the vixen's pubic region, slipped in under her uniform and finally probed its way into her vagina with Nehela's fingers. Ookamisuke was so wrapped up in the pleasure that she didn't notice the vine had replaced the spaniel's fingers. Two more vines curled around her breasts tightly, allowing Nehela to let go of her breasts and step back. Now having taken over, the vines hoisted Ookamisuke into the air and pulled her arms and legs away from her body. The vixen was only vaguely aware of this and did not even open her eyes even after a vine took the night vision goggles off her head and dropped it to the ground. More vines then began to slide in under her uniform, wiggling up her arms and legs to begin cutting away all the fabric.
Nearby Nehela started to unzip and take off her own uniform, watching Ookamisuke being stripped of her outfit. As the spaniel took off the Kevlar vest, the mind spider attached to her back began to send out signals to the plant to get ready to consume her as well.
Andronia the border collie padded through the jungles, scanning the night with her goggles and holding her dart gun tightly with both paws. Each time she heard something suspicious, she would quickly turn to it and aim her gun in the direction of the noise. But they would turn out to be face alarms, being either a night creature or a breeze rustling the leaves. Still, she kept her eyes and ears open for their quarry.
She shook her head, thinking that she and her team should stick together. Unfortunately, she was overruled by General Whisk, who simply told her that "by splitting up you will all a have better chance of finding the target more quickly". And we also had a better chance of being picked off and swallowed up by the plant too, Andronia thought sarcastically.
The border collie sighed. There was nothing else she can do about it. She only hoped that her team mates would be able to radio her or each other should they find the plant or if something should go wrong. She continued on her way, looking left and right and watching her step.
Suddenly her radio beeped, followed by an urgent voice calling out to her. "Andronia!" It was Abrigale, the female coyote.
Andronia halted and touched the small button on her chest that allowed her to speak into the small microphone attached to hem of her neck sleeve. "Abrigale, what's wrong?"
"I need help!" Came the reply from Abrigale. "I've gotten stuck on something sticky! I can barely move to use my radio, much less free myself!"
"Just hang on. I'll be right there." Andronia told her reassuringly. He released the button and reached for the GPS device on her utility belt. She grabbed it, turned it on and looked on the screen. The screen glowed green, showing a simply grid with several red dots. Each dot was marked with three letters representing the names of her team mates. Her own dot was marked "AND" for Andronia. She looked for the dot "ABI" for Abrigale. The collie quickly found her. She was only a dozen feet or so to her west. Andronia started to run towards her location, brushing past leaves and vines and taking only quickly glances at the device to make sure she was going in the right direction.
It took only a minute for Andronia to spot the red figure on her goggles that was Abrigale. As she approached she noticed that the coyote was standing in an odd position.
"Abi, you okay?" The collie asked her as she ran up to help.
"Andy! Watch out!" Abrigale shouted back, but it was too late.
Andronia was only a few feet away from Abrigale when she walked right into something that halted her in her tracks. Immediately she felt something sticky over her face. The collie tried to step back, but to her shock she found that her entire body was immobile. She tugged her arms and legs, trying to break free from whatever had caught. But she was only able to move them a few inches in any direction. Nearby Andronia heard Abrigale groan in disappointment.
"Now it's got you too, Andy." Abrigale said.
"What's got me? What is this stuff?" Andronia asked, looking towards the coyote.
"It's some kind of spider web. I can feel the sticky web strands with my paws. I didn't see them with my goggles and I walked right into them. Now I can't get free from it." Abrigale explained to the collie.
Andronia looked around her and spotted some of the web strands. Each strand was white and as thick as her finger, but through her goggles they seemed almost invisible unless you were right up to them. Now she understood why she and Abi had not seen them until they had gotten caught in them. The border collie tried to violently yank one of her paws free, but the web strings just stretched like rubber bands before pulling her paw back. Clearly she was not getting down unless someone cut her down.
"Can you reach your radio?" Andronia finally asked.
"A little bit. I have to pull on the web, but I can reach it. Should I call the others?" Abrigale was already beginning to reach for her radio button.
"Yeah." Andronia said with a nod. "Tell them to come cut us down and to watch out for..."
Andronia's words were cut off by a squeal from Abrigale.
"Andy! Something's crawling up my legs!"
Andronia quickly turned her head to look at Abrigale. Through her goggles she appeared like a large coyote-shaped red blot, but she could also clearly see several dark green objects climbing up her friend's legs. There was also movement on the web that held the coyote. They were about the size of watermelons and appeared to have legs.
Suddenly it hit the collie and she kicked herself mentally for not realizing it earlier, especially since she had studied the files. Those things were the beetles from the super plant and Andronia knew they could either mind-control a person or spin webs like spiders. And both she and Abrigale had blindly walked right into their little trap.
"Andy!" Abrigale shouted again. "Do something! I... I can feel them tearing my uniform apart!"
"Hold on!" Andronia tried to shout back encouragement, but it sounded hollow even to her. She was too firmly stuck in the web to be of any help to Abrigale. Then she remembered the dart gun she still had in her right paw. The collie knew she couldn't use it as a weapon, as it only had one dart in the barrel and would not be able to stop the beetles. But what she could do was use the barrel of the pistol as a kind of file. The underside of the barrel had ribs for better grip if needed, but Andronia figured that those ribs might be rough enough to cut away the strands. She swiveled her paw until the pistol barrel touched the strand her wrist was stuck to. At first, it also stuck to the silk. But when Andronia began to pull it back and forth rapidly, the pistol came loose and the strand snapped.
This could work! Andronia was filled with hope that she could cut herself free in time before the plant itself showed up. With her free paw and wrist she began to work on the strands on her other arm.
Suddenly Andronia felt something on her leg. She quickly took a glance down. Though it still came up as a dark green blotch, she could clearly make out the features of a beetle climbing up onto her. The collie then felt movement on the web that she knew did not come from her. She took several fast looks and realized that more beetles were getting onto the web, scurrying towards her. The collie swore and started to work faster on getting at least her arms free so she could fight. Another beetle got onto her other leg and started to climb. Then Andronia felt the legs of her uniform pants coming loose from her. She could feel the fabric no longer covering her lower legs. The beetles were beginning to undress her! This spurred her on to cut even faster.
"Andy! They're taking my clothes off! How... hmpf!" Abrigale's shouts were suddenly cut off, but Andronia couldn't see it why. She had her own problems, but managed to get her one arm free. By then the beetles on her legs were almost to her thigh, having cut nearly all the fabric from her toned legs. The other beetles were starting to approach on the web as well. Just as the collie managed to get her other arm free, the beetles reacted. Several of them suddenly spat thick strands at her paws and Andronia could feel the same sticky silk hit her wrists and lower arms. She tried to yank her arms away, but the beetles yanked back, pulling her arms back onto the web. The collie tried pulling again, but found she was caught again. Andronia snarled in frustration.
"Dammit! This stupid..." Andronia's speech was halted when another strand of silk was spat around her muzzle and the beetle pulled to close her mouth. The collie's eyes widened in surprise, trying to open her muzzle again. But the strands were so sticky and tightly wrapped around it that she could only part a little bit to reveal her teeth. As the beetles climbed onto her arms and body, Andronia began to thrash around in desperation.
A thud made Andronia look towards Abrigale. The now-nude coyote was free of the web, lying on the ground! But any idea that Abi had managed to free herself were quickly dashed when Andronia saw the beetles swarm over the poor female and begin to wrap her up in silk. The collie realized that they were cocooning her for the plant to consume later. Suddenly her night vision disappeared and Andronia was left staring into darkness as the beetles pulled off her goggles. It dropped to the ground along with the pieces of cut fabric.
More beetles climbed onto Andronia, cutting away the uniform at several points. More and more pieces of it came free, and Andronia could feel the cool air on her warm fur. Her arms and legs were completely exposed now, but that changed when the beetles yanked the remnants of her pants and underwear off at the same time. The collie blushed when she realized the lower half of her body was now naked to the world. She couldn't even use her tail to cover up for modesty: it too was stuck in the web. Her utility belt with all her essential items and ammo came free and dropped next to the goggles. Finally the beetles cut away her suit's top and the bra straps underneath. With several quick motions those also dropped to the ground, letting's the collie's breasts bounce free from the tight out fit against the strands of web.
Andronia tried to ignore her total nudity by trying to hope that one of their other team mates or the military units providing support would come to rescue them or even try to contact them. When she doesn't respond to radio calls, they will surely send out search teams. With the GPS locators in their uniforms, they could be here very soon. They had better be.
Suddenly Andronia smelled something. It didn't smell foul, but there was definitely something new in the air. A hissing noise was coming just above Andronia's head. She looked up. Though it was still dark, her eyes had adjusted enough for to make out a beetle, stationary on the web and facing towards her. The collie's mind then began swimming. She was starting to feel drowsy and sleepy. What was going on, she thought. Her muscles were going limp as if she... as if...
The beetles cut away at the web where it held Andronia in place, tearing strands free from her birthday suit. But the collie didn't feel that, for she was losing consciousness from whatever she was breathing. Her body felt like a sack of potatoes and her eyes were glazed. Finally the beetles cut the last few strands that kept the collie up and she fell to the ground like a rag doll.
The last thing Andronia could remember from that moment was feeling the ground and her torn uniform under her and the beetles on top of her.
Andronia started to regain consciousness when she felt herself land on something smooth and slick. At first she tried to open her eyes, wiping off something slimy from her face. The strength was returning to her muscles and her mind was becoming clearer by the second. Eventually she was able to sit up, rubbing her eyes with her one paw's fingers rubbing her throbbing head with the other. She could feel her long, black hair (with a white stripe in the middle) was matted to her head and back. Finally the collie opened her eyes and blinked, letting her eyes get the blurry world back into focus.
What she saw when the blurriness made Andronia immediately stand up and gasp in shock. The collie was looking through a transparent, plastic-like wall to a big pod that had Abrigale in it. Vines coming from the top and bottom of the pod pulled her arms up and held her legs spread as the coyote female floated in thick liquid. More transparent tentacles were clasped over her muzzle and the tits on her white-furred breasts. Vines were up both Abrigale's lower holes, yiffing her and making the poor female moan into the vine on her face. Her body flexed and shuddered within the liquid.
Andronia stared at her friend, and then quickly looked around. To her dismay, she also found Ookamisuke, Nehela and Ronald were also in pods along with a female hyena she knew was the plant's first victim. All of them were floating in a pod being yiffed like mad, though in Ronald's case he had vines sucking onto his testicles and penis rather than his chest. At that moment both Ronald and Ookamisuke gave out muffled screams as their bodies shook violently. Probably from orgasms, Andronia realized. She took her eyes away from her poor friends to look at the chamber itself. It was much smaller than the one she was in last time, but that was probably because it did not have as many victims inside. The wall gave off the green fluorescent glow, while a transparent tube hung from the ceiling. The collie noticed that a second one was also growing next to that one. Looking back down Andronia saw that several new, empty pods were being grown near her own. Soon they will be ready for their own prisoners.
Andronia began to move and feel around her own pod, looking for some kind of weak spot where she could tear the walls from the cap or the bottom. Suddenly her bare foot touched something loose lying on the bottom and it did not feel plant-like. The collie stopped and looked down. Lying on the green floor was her still-loaded dart gun! Andronia felt ecstatic as she bent down and picked up the pistol. She must have kept holding it even through the whole process of being drugged, swallowed and finally deposited here. She checked to make sure it was intact and loaded. Satisfied, she cocked the pistol and looked around at the plant.
"Dinner is over." Andronia growled at the plant, not sure if it heard her.
The walls and cap of her pod immediately began to secrete the same pale green fluids that were in the other cells. Pooling up at the bottom, the fluid immediately submerged Andronia's feet and ankles. The collie briefly wondered if this is in response to her threat, but then she assumed it was probably just doing its usual job: getting her ready to be yiffed. Andronia took the pistol in both paws, took aim at the cap above her head and pulled the trigger. The gun recoiled briefly as the dart left the barrel with the sound of a gun fired with silencer. The dart's needle hit the cap and dug deeply into the skin, then released its contents. Andronia grinned and dropped the empty pistol into the goo. Now all she had to do was wait for the thing to die, even if she had to get yiffed first before the drug came into effect.
Vines appeared from the cap and reached down to grab Andronia's arms while down below two more vines curled around her ankles. The border collie didn't resist as they pulled her up into position, for she knew that the plant soon be dead anyway. A large vine with a respirator tip came down and reached for Andronia's face. The collie turned her head away, for she didn't want to get drugged just yet. But the vine was determined and moved quickly, finally succeeding in latching itself over Andronia's snout and mouth. She tried to open her muzzle to see if she can force it off, but instead she found her mouth getting stuffed by a secondary vine within the first. Again Andronia kicked herself for forgetting about this too. She sighed and looked up to see the progress of the serum,
Above the green color around the spot where the dart was impaled was turning an ugly brown/yellow color and spreading very quickly. It won't be long now, Andronia thought. As the slime rose to engulf her waist, the collie yelped when two vines began to probe her holes. She clenched them tightly, hoping they would not be able to get into her before the serum did its thing. But that was some hope. The fluid acted like a lubricant that allowed the vines' tips to easily slide through her anal and vaginal openings into her body. Andronia's body stiffened and she let out a muffled groan as she was penetrated. The sensations became more intense when the vines dug deep into her and started to thrust in and out and two more vines came down to attach their suction cup tips over the collie's soft chest mounds. Andronia could already feel her body and mind beginning to surrender.
As the slime reached her suckled breasts, Andronia looked up to check the progress of the serum. To her horror the brown disease had not only stopped spreading, it was also shrinking! Veins on the cap were pumping bright green fluids to the spot, where the fluids seemed to act like white blood cells, fighting the cancer. And winning.
Andronia lost it and thrashed violently and screamed in denial as the serum was pushed back. Her view was finally obscured as the slime engulfed her head, then rose up her arms and finally filled up the pod. As the panicking collie floated in the goop, the yiffing vines raked it up several notches, thrusting in and out of her ass and pussy at high speed. Andronia tried to fight, but her final piece of resistant crumbled as the pleasure built inside her nude body until it reached the top floor. The border collie groaned and rocked her hips as she orgasmed along with Ookamisuke and the hyena in the other pods.
And the plant took in and absorbed the released sexual energies of Andronia and her team, enjoying this fresh feast from a successful hunt. And changing.
Back on the surface, after an hour of not hearing from the team, General Whisk ordered a sweep by the soldiers through the area. Thanks to the GPS signals they soon came across the remains of the uniforms and their equipment. Nearby several holes that were filled up had been discovered. The information was relayed back to General Whisk inside an APC that was modified to be a command vehicle.
As they listened to the soldiers' radio reports, Collin, who was seated next to the raptor, groaned and buried his face in his paws. As General Whisk finished giving the soldiers new orders, Collin looked up at the reptile. The collie was looking very frustrated.
"Dammit, general." He said with a hint of a growl. "I warned you against sending Andronia and her team out like you did."
The general just shrugged his shoulder. "They're expendable. At any rate, seems they failed to fire their guns in time to take the thing out. Or to radio for reinforcements. Guess it's time for plan B."
"And what is plan B, general?" Collin shot back. "Sending in a lone soldier with tanks of serum strapped to him like some kind of suicide bomber?"
The raptor stared at Collin, and then rubbed his scaly chin in thought. "Now that is an interesting idea. I'll keep it in mind."
Collin's mouth had barely dropped open in appalled astonishment when Whisk spoke again. "But first I got something else in mind. We're going to make as much of this serum as we can, then spray it all over the general area where the plant is until the ground is saturated with the stuff. Sure, it might kill everything in the jungle, but it will definitely get the plant."
Collin closed his mouth, folded his arms and looked at Whisk. "And just what makes you think that will work, general?"
"Easy." Whisk answered confidently. "The plant shies away from crowds, so we can corner it on one part of the island. Plus, the files indicate that this plant cannot tolerate seawater so it cannot swim off the island either. We got it right where we want it."
Collin shook his head, still very skeptical.
While the conversation between Collin and Whisk took place, another conversation on the same topic was also taking place within one of the research facility's warehouses. A male buffalo scientist was here, the only fur in the warehouse at that moment. And that is how he preferred it. He did not want anybody to hear him while he was on his cellphone, especially considering what he was doing was clearly in direct violation of orders.
As he spoke the scientist walked up and down between the large shipping containers stored within the underground building.
"Yes, you heard me right. Another specimen is loose... No, they haven't been able to catch it. But the general really wants this thing dead... Only one so far I know, boss... Okay, I'll let you know if it gets off the island somehow. And you will still pay me the usual? ... Good. Talk to you later, boss."
The buffalo ended the call, and then quickly looked around as he stuffed the cellphone back into his lab coat. Satisfied that nobody has seen him and that the security cameras had failed to spot him, the scientist made his way back to the facility proper.
The sun was just peering over the horizon and its rays were only starting to penetrate the surface of the ocean waters near the island chain. But already schools of fish were coming out of hiding to begin their morning routine, as did the predators that hunted them.
Suddenly, both predator and prey scattered before a large creature that swam through the water. From afar it looked like some kind of giant jellyfish. It even moved and swam like one. But closer inspection would reveal a body that was not jelly-like, but rather plant-like with a brown skin. And the tentacles it used to swim were in actual fact giant, adapted vines. It swam on, ignoring all the fish around it, as it left the island chain and swam into the great ocean.
On it's way to a new hunting ground.
FIN
Story by: Gerhard "StrikerSA" Naudé
Collin copyright to: Gerhard "StrikerSA" Naudé
Andronia, Nehela and Ookamisuke copyright to: Their respective owners