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"Go to college, Fescue Maps." That's what they all told me and this otter tends to do what he's told. I thought I wanted to be an artist and for a while I was going to be a biologist before the tests got too hard. Psychology, language arts, and biochemistry were all majors of mine at one point or another. I don't know what sort job I was supposed to get with the philosophy degree that I settled on, but I wasn't about to move back home and I needed the money. One of my professors recommended me to a friend of a friend and now I work for Dr. Harold Tuber on some sort of secret botany project.

The truth is I wasn't really sure what I was doing here in more ways than one. I'm an assistant to a botanist and that's as much as I know. We both wear white lab coats and I tend to the exotic plants in Dr. Tuber's personal greenhouse. Every day my tasks are nothing more than that of a glorified gardener. I plant flowers, water plants, fertilize soil, and nothing at all interesting. None of what I do seems to justify my surprisingly generous paycheck. I always wonder if there's something else going on here in this questionable situation, as if there's something my employer isn't telling me, but I suppose he wouldn't be the only one keeping secrets. As dull as the work can feel at times I never mind because I find myself intensely attracted to Dr. Tuber. I know that old english sheepdog wouldn't ever go for a lithe otter like myself. Not that there was something wrong with my looks, but the doctor was married.

"Day dreaming again, Maps?" His voice was gruff and low with an especially serious tone.

I shook my head quickly. "No Dr. Tuber, just finished my watering rounds a few moments ago."

"Good." The thick white fur on his head bounced a little as he nodded. He gazed at me for a moment as if he could see part of the secret I didn't want him to know. "Come then and follow me to the other side of the greenhouse, I have something new for you today."

"Sounds great." I feigned enthusiasm as best I could. I was hoping new meant I wouldn't have to be pulling weeds or sifting through some imported manure.

Dr. Tuber folded his arms and furrowed his brow. "You may not find it very exciting, but the work we do he is unlike anything anyone has ever done before. Your task today is going to be especially important to what we're trying to accomplish here."

"...and what are we accomplishing here?" I was starting to become curious and impatient about my mystery job.

Dr. Tuber simply smiled at me before adjusting his glasses and turning to gesture his hand over to a couple of small buckets. Each one filled to the brim with seeds. "I need you to plant these away from everything else, clear some soil and fence it off. Just follow the instructions and don't forget to label it too, alright?"

I simply nodded back. and he responded by ruffling through the fur atop my head with one of his large paws. I felt a smile melt from my muzzle once he made contact with me. I was completely smitten with him and that little scrap of affection was more than enough to make me forgive the simple task I was given.

"Good boy, Maps." The doctor returned a smile to me before he walked off back to his own tasks.

He could have just called me Fescue, but the doctor seemed to prefer my last name instead. Maybe it was because we had fescue grass growing in the greenhouse along with many other types of exotic grass and flora. Maybe it's possible he does like me, why else would he have hired me for such simple tasks? The old dog might just be some buttoned up closet case that found an appreciation for young males in his aging years. To be thought of as eye candy for Dr. Tuber wasn't exactly an idea that bothered me in the slightest. Ugh... now I am daydreaming. I always get my hopes up for a male in a completely impossible situation. Maybe it's time to stop all that and be more professional about my work.

The day went on and once all started to get dark my seed planting task wasn't even half complete. Everything turned out to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. Each seed had to be soaked in some sort of chemical for a specific amount of time before being planted and then every seed had to be a set distance from the other. I eventually decided to go looking for Dr. Tuber and let him know I was clocking out for the evening, but he was nowhere to be found. The greenhouse was quite large and with everything growing in there and both of us moving about, it wasn't uncommon for one to lose the other. We were rarely ever working on the same task at the same time.

Tucked away behind the greenhouse was a private space the doctor used as a sort of study or office and sure enough that's exactly where he was this evening. His black nose was in a large book with one of his paws scribbling away and making notes as he read. I don't think he even noticed my approach until I spoke to him. "Dr. Tuber? It's past 7:30."

"Already?" He set his book down and pulled back his coat sleeve to look at his watch. "Ahh, so it is. See you tomorrow then."

I stood there for a moment feeling like I should say something more, but his big bushy eyebrows were lifted up and he was watching me carefully now. His dark eyes made me feel a little self conscious so I simply gave him a wave and headed home.

I wondered what he must think of me. Does he really not trust me enough to tell me what was being researching at the greenhouse? My voice is quiet and not exactly the most masculine, maybe he even suspects that I'm gay. If he knew could it be possible that he was comfortable with a gay assistant? Maybe he is actually being coy about doing something with another male himself. No, no that would just be wishful thinking. He's been nothing but direct with me, work was almost always strictly business. We've only shared a few words of casual conversation. Then again he hasn't always had positive things to say about his wife but just because I have a crush on him doesn't mean he wants anything to do with me.

Maybe I should try to be a little suggestive with him to see what happens. Perhaps I'll rub his arm a little or give him a few extra smiles at work? ...ugh no, stupid thoughts. I could be fired, I can't lose this job. What I really should be doing is working harder, that would probably impress him. I could have stayed late and finished planting those seeds. I could have. I should have. It's not too late right? I can always go back, there's no reason I couldn't go back to the greenhouse after hours and catch up on my work, that would really impress him.

Before I knew it I was on the front step of Dr. Tuber's house, knocking on his door to ask permission to finish planting the seeds in the greenhouse next door. I was so lost inside of my own thoughts I don't even remember making it home or turning back, it was as if I never left and was unaware of the time lapse.

"Oh. Hello Fescue." His wife had answered the door, her little nose poking through just enough so she could see it was me.

"Hi, Mrs. Tuber. Is your husband home? I thought I would let him know I came back to finish up something from earlier today."

"Sorry dear, Harold hasn't came home yet, he's still in there."

I checked my own watch, it was a little past nine now. What could he still be doing in there? "Oh alright, I'm surprised. I guess I never knew he worked so late after he let me off."

She waved a paw at me and laughed a little. "Are you kidding? He never comes home until late, always working in there non stop. Work, work, work."

I chuckled back a little, just to be polite. "Okay then. I'll just go back in there and let him know myself."

"Don't stay too late, wouldn't want to end up a work-a-holic like my old mongrel."

"I won't." My words ending with a smile, genuine this time.

She's so nice Fescue, what the hell were you thinking such thoughts about a her husband for?

I made my way into the greenhouse looking for Dr. Tuber. Just like the end of my shift he was no where to be found. The weird thing was my buckets of seeds was missing, so I couldn't even get to work without finding him and asking where he moved them to. After making a few more cycles through the massive greenhouse and not being able to find him or my seeds, I decided to go back around to his office and look for him there. I should have just started there because once again he sat at his desk, but this time something was very, very amiss.

The doctor's lab coat was unbuttoned, his white and silvery chest fur puffed out proudly while his head laid back. If it wasn't for his heavy panting it would have seemed as though he had fallen asleep in his chair. His body looked relaxed but his hard breathing was that of a marathon runner's. I was growing even more curious now and felt the need to approach closer and closer to him, trying to figure out what was going on with the doctor. His breathing changed suddenly and steadied just long enough for his wet tongue to lick across his lips once before falling back to hang down his jaw and his panting continued.

I came closer and closer to him until I was near enough to reach out and touch him. Then I noticed some sort of slow and rhythmic movement below his stomach and near his groin. Once my eyes realized what they were seeing a loud yelp flew from my muzzle before my brain could stop and process it. The noise alerted the large sheepdog in his chair, almost causing him to fall back in it before he steadied himself. I swore I could see him blush even beneath all of that thick fur on his face. With widening eyes he just stared back at me with a look of bewilderment and more surprise than I've ever seen on anyone's expression before. I backed up immediately, worried about what he might do while I was in his personal space.

"Maps!" His loud exclamation of a tone was very far from his usual deep voice, causing him to clear both his throat and his thoughts before speaking again. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

I couldn't seem to keep my voice from cracking. "I... the seeds I was going to... what is that thing..." My thoughts were in too much chaos for me to form a complete sentence.

Both of us remained in a cold silence for another moment or two before he spoke very calmly back to me, clearly having collected his thoughts now. "How much did you see?"

"I don't know what I saw, but there was something... on you. Is it still there?"

"Yes there was. Yes there still is."

I don't know how he could sound so calm now because I damn sure wasn't. "What the hell is it?"

"Well, it looks like the secret's out now. I figured you would discover things around here sooner or later, I was just hoping it wouldn't be with my pants down." His tone was very unusual, almost pleased. I was expecting him to be more uncomfortable about the situation. "So, what's it going to be, Maps? Do you want to see it?"

"I don't know, I won't know what 'it' is." I took a small step forward, approaching his desk again.

After taking a deep breath the sheepdog slid back in his chair some, grasping his desk and turning it at an angle. Dr. Tuber motioned for me to come around so I could take a look at him. I couldn't help but feel a gush of anxiety wash over me as I hesitantly stepped behind the desk to look between his thighs. As I moved I saw his thick pelt of fur exposed down to his thighs, then his pants on the floor, and finally the odd purple bulb that I had caught a glimpse of earlier.

On Dr. Tuber's lap sat a pot and growing out of the pot was something that resembled an eggplant, connected to a large stem that was rooted in pot small enough for a house plant. It had several leaves that brushed up and meshed into his thick fur with the large bulb-like vegetable attached to the doctor's knotted canine cock. A very pale lime green fluid was generously pouring out from its opening and seeming to help lubricate the process. The plant's purple bulb was slowly moving up and down on his exposed pale malehood, its insides were slick and moist by the lewd sound of things, with a tight opening that it was using to hold and suckle his member with. I could hardly believe my eyes, a plant was sucking my boss' cock right in front of me.

When I moved closer to get a better look, I noticed two vine-like tendrils snaking out from the 'mouth' of the purple bulb. They moved around the doctor's thighs at the same speed as his wagging tail, smearing a green substance everywhere they went and occasionally darting back inside of their purple home to retrieve more. The two vines worked together in wrapping around his balls one moment, then stroking them the next. I couldn't help but watch them in complete astonishment. They seemed to be doing whatever possible to pleasure the old dog, stroking his thighs and belly. Even darting underneath his balls for what I could only assume was to stroke along the back of his rear, if not inside of it.

"How is this even possible?" My voice stuttering with confusion.

The doctor licked his fangs in a pleased smile. "It's something of a little side project I've been working on for some time."

"It's just... I don't see how..."

"Maps, try not to think about it too much." His voice was even more relaxed and dismissive now and it was clear he wasn't so worried about my reaction as he was wanting to get off from the plant on his crotch. Soon the vines were tugging and pulling down on his balls and up on his knot until the large bulb of flesh was popped inside of the purple plant.

"I guess you're right, it's just hard not to be surprised by."

"You know what though? It feels pretty damn good." He groaned out the last part of his sentence as he came. His hips rocking back and forth and his chest rumbled in a low pleasured growl. His purple bulb was making very lewd sucking noises when his cock violently pumped his salty goo into the eager bulb's insides. I was expecting to watch some drizzle out of the pod, but to my surprise the plant let nothing escape, it had somehow either absorbed all of his semen, or sucked it down into it's vine.

I felt myself growing excited when I heard his voice for the first time in such an extreme tone of pleasure. "It does sort of look like it would feel good." Little did he know I was actually thinking more about wrapping my own mouth around his member than the idea of the plant.

His deep breathing post orgasm made him look especially sexy. The canine's knot swelling inside of the purple plant, pushing its limits at the base. That combination of tight constriction and swelling must have felt heavenly. "I can see you getting ideas already." Dr. Tuber grinned. His paw pointing to the bulge in my pants.

I was in too deep from what I had seen now and my head was swimming with thoughts, overflowing with what I should do, what I shouldn't do, but it was too late. He thinks I want that thing on me, but what would he think if he knew it actually was him that was arousing me?

With his knot still firmly lodged in the purple plant, the doctor leaned back in his chair and pointed a finger from his paw at me firmly as he spoke. "Now, I don't know entirely if you're the open minded sort but I didn't expect you to come barging in on me after hours so let's both pretend that you are." I nodded along as he spoke, I was trying to take his words as seriously as possible even though that plant was still on his crotch and drooling green lubricant down his balls. "I didn't expect this to be my great contribution to science but sometimes certain things just fall in your lap." At this point I couldn't help myself from smirking and once he noticed he had a bit of a chuckle himself over what he had just said.

"I'm sorry please continue, Dr. Tuber." It felt good to laugh away a little bit of the unusual tension.

"Nature made this thing, I just modify it and keep it from growing into something dangerous." He reached down to give the purple bulb and good tug but it was still stuck good to his knot. "You could call this a prototype of its kind, but it isn't perfect yet. Males have needs Maps, you're still young you know what I'm talking about. Even the most loving wife will slip on her duties every now and again." He gave me a firm gaze after saying that to make sure I know what he meant.

I nodded again. "So, we modify this plant until we market the perfect living sex toy?"

The doctor smirked at my simplification but bobbed his head in agreement. "Sure, sure I guess that is the aim for now. There is more to the plants here than all that but I'll save that explanation for another day. I can see you're still eager and probably a horny little fucker if you're anything like I was in my day."

I blushed a bit, realizing that the buldge in my pants hadn't gone down from earlier. It didn't help either watching Dr. Tuber grasp the purple bulb of the plant with both paws and yank it from his knot. That green fluid was spilling everywhere and he had to tug hard to get the tiny vines to let go of his knotted cock. I was too deep into my own head again and mesmerized by what I was seeing. By the time I realized what had happened he had set his plant pot back on top of his desk and was standing with his pinkish pale member pointing directly at me. I stared back at the purple plant on his desk, it's bulb seemed to sway back and forth as if searching for something. more of the lime green ooze was starting to drip from its 'mouth' and I tried to really figure out if actually letting one of these plants have it's way with me was worth another look at the doctor's malehood.

Once I caught myself lost in several moments of staring at his mostly naked body again, I knew I was going through with it. He propped himself up on his desk and pushed his chair in my direction in hopes I would sit down. "C'mon pup, they don't have teeth, it's not going to bite you." My legs wobbled as I slowly made my way over and sunk into the doctor's chair. He gave me a nodding gesture toward my clothing and I returned the nod back as I started to unbutton my coat and unbuckle.

"They don't have any official name but I've been calling this one a smoocher for a while, you'll see why." Dr. Tuber's eyes locked with mine as if we were discussing the most natural thing in the world. "Just try to relax, it'll feel wonderful, you'll see."

"Yeah." A brief agreement was all I could muster as he set the pot on my thigh, then he grabbed my own paw and placed it on the pot to help steady it. His paw on mine felt like it was sending a jolt throughout my body. The old sheepdog's touch was so gentle and to my surprise he kept it there, using his other to start pawing himself off.

"I should have mentioned, there is quite the aphrodisiac in the smoocher's fluid. Even after I've put it away I still feel like I want to get off again." I was so close to the doctor when he spoke now, I could see the lust in his eyes. Interacting with the plant had clearly let his inhibitions down and he didn't seem to be his usual buttoned up self at all anymore. "It'll just be like two friends pawing off to a porno. You young bucks still do that sort of thing don't you?"

"Sure. I think so." I was so nervous. I loved watching his member swell as he played with it in his paw, but the hornier he seemed the more nervous I got about how the plant would make me feel.

Still, I slid my pants down into the earth below me and like the horny canine beside me my lab coat was also wide open, my brown belly fur growing cool in the night's air with my swollen member already out of its sheath and throbbing a little still from Dr. Tuber's touch. The purple bulb was only inches from my cock and moving around as if it could somehow sense the precum I had started to leak. I tried not to let my nervousness show. The last thing I wanted was for Dr. Tuber to think I didn't want to be here, this was probably the closest thing to a sexual experience I was going to ever have with him.

"Be careful with those little vines whipping about." His voice sounded so soothing, it was difficult to feel uneasy with someone so comforting around. "If you're not careful and gentle when you ease in they'll try poking anywhere, so keep them away from your cocktip if you're not into that sort of thing."

Before my mind could worry or wander any further the purple smoocher had found it's way to my cock and its two slippery vines were stating to help my member into the large purple bulb's tight opening. I started to think that maybe this all wouldn't be so bad since I hadn't been with anyone for a little while and then... then I started to really feel it. I looked down to see the bulb's entrance widening and shifting over my malehood to begin sucking me in. I thought there wouldn't be much to the inside besides some kind of fleshy feeling but was instead pleasantly delighted to feel what seemed like hundreds of little flexible petals caressing and flexing over the soft flesh of my otter cock. I could feel every slick little petal sliding and shifting over me as I was pulled deeper into the purple bulb and its entrance kissed over the front of my sheath. I couldn't believe what this thing was doing to me could actually feel so good. No sex I ever had felt as wonderful as the wet shifting sensations I was experiencing.

Within moments I was completely hard inside the purple bulb, my shaft throbbing against the silky soft petals as they worked their magic on me. I felt myself jump as one of those vines coiled itself around my furry balls and gave them an especially generous tug. The other started to pet across my thigh just as it had done to the doctor earlier. It's lime green fluid was starting to drool out of the purple bulb and into my sheath, dripping down my furry orbs. It felt like the liquid was soaking into my skin and into the flesh of my cock. I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan of pleasure when everything fleshed hot and I felt myself pulse with a new level of arousal that I had never experienced before. To say I was actually enjoying myself was a massive understatement. Every aspect of this felt so much better than I thought it would have. Who knows how long Dr. Tuber had this thing growing, but after all that time it was still making him pant like a bitch in heat and now I knew exactly why. Once those little vines started to poke and prod into the puckered entrance below my tail I couldn't help my legs from shaking.

"See? There I knew you'd like it." He had obviously heard my moaning and saw my body responding.

"Yes... I can hardly believe how good this feels." My words were moaned out in ways I would have been embarrassed about even when alone. Somehow with this chemical seeping into me, being overtly sexual just felt so right.

"Mmmmhmmm..." The doctor started pulling hard on his knot, watching closely what his smoocher was doing to me. "I don't know about you but I'm gonna blow again soon."

I lazily looked over at him and he had a huge grin across his face when his paw brushed up and down mine before grasping it tightly. Slowly his eyes fell shut and he bit his lower lip, the top of his desk began to creek as he rocked back and forth. His large barrel chest puffed farther out of his open lab coat and he let out a gruff growl of pleasure as his orgasm finally took him over.

Watching the object of my desire cum and feeling his heavy grasp on my paw was too much for me. I also remember that he had recently came inside of the same smoocher that was sucking me off currently. The thought of my member mixing in with his semen was too much for me. All of those thoughts combined with the gentle yet blissful slurping of the purple bulb on me was pure sensory overload. I let a moan out softly and then again and again much louder. I could see a happiness light up in his eyes as he watched me start my own orgasm, watched my body tense up and my cries grow louder as my sticky fluids began to pour into the plant sucking me. The little petals inside moved faster once it felt me cumming and it seemed to secrete even more of the lime sap over my spasming member. The quick moving petals caressed and massaged my cock expertly over and over again until my orgasm began to subside and then so did it's motions slow down until it was just gently milking the last droplets of my cum into it's inner folds. Those vines massaging each testicle as if wanting to make sure not a single drop of sperm was left behind.

Dr. Tuber and I didn't really say much that night after that experience. I simply sat the smoocher back onto his desk once I managed to pull it loose and it had it's fill from me. We both exchanged silly smiles of post orgasm and quietly enjoyed our lustful haze. I figured I would wait until the next work day to have my questions answered and hope that this wouldn't be the last time I got to see his naked body either.

I headed home for the night, completely forgetting about the seeds I had intended to plant in the first place. I could hardly believe what I had just seen, even more I could barely believe what I had just done. Life in Darnlake certainly was starting to seem more interesting and I knew going into work the next day was never going to be the same again.