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Jencen (c) Jencen

Kasvane & Story (c) Russet'13

Walking out of his workshop Jencen paused in the garden to enjoy the feel of the sun on his scaled hide. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes he basked in the warmth playing over him from the large orange orb hanging in the sky. Looking out across the garden next Jencen couldn't help but smile at the vista spread out before him. The meadow at the end of his garden had been recently ploughed, what had been sheep pasture all year would soon be sprouting root vegetables. Beyond the dark brown stretch of loam, down hill and spread out before him the woods had turned from green to magnificent shades of gold, red, amber, orange and yellow. Glancing between the dim interior of his workshop and the last glorious hurrah of summer happening outside the dragoo pulled the door shut and walked away. Anything he had to work on could wait until later. Vaulting the fence at the bottom of the garden he let his clawed feet sink into the freshly turned soil and wriggled his toes. It was damp and warm and squished under his weight as he started toward the woods but he didn't care, a day like today was to be treasured, never wasted inside.

Dressed in shabby pair of cargo trousers and an old black tshirt Jencen was aware he probably looked shabby but he didn't really care. Tromping down the hill, sliding every now as a squished clump of mud gave way the tall, black and maroon scaled dragon used his useless wings to steadying himself, shifting the crippled flappy things from side to side to make sure he didn't fall. Reaching out to grab the fence separating the field from the woods Jencen grinned at the figure leaning on a nearby fence post watching him. "Morning," he cheerfully greeted the stranger as he clambered over the fence, hopping down onto the far side and shaking muck out from between his claws, "Fantastic morning isn't it?"

"Oh ayes tis a good day for a walk," the wolf said, leaning on the fence post and watching the Dragon, "You off into tha woods today then?" when Jencen nodded the canine's look turned sombre and he glanced uneasily at the woodlands. "You 'ad best take a care, gypsies and their fair folk allies dwell in these woods on days like this."

Smiling at the old farm hand Jencen waved and started to push his way through the trees, "I'll be careful," shaking his head in amusement at the idea Jencen left the field behind and started to follow a meandering trail into the heart of the woodland. Ten minutes later Jencen had to stop and twist back and forth to pull his wings free from were they had caught on a tangle of thin branches. It was the third time and with a grumble the dragon twisted from side to side until the branches gave way and he was able to shake his wings out behind him. Glancing back at the useless appendages Jencen started to concentrate, contracting his wing muscles, willing them to flow and shift. It was a weird sensation making part of his body melt and flow but as they twisted and melted he was able to draw the black goo they dissolved into back into his body, ridding him of the awkward flappy weight.

"Much better," he breathed into the silent woods, stretching his arms above his head and looking around for a direction to follow. Nothing really leapt out at him, the wood was a lot more drab beneath the canopy then above. Most of the leaves that had already fallen where sodden piles. Half way to mulch whilst those still on the trees blocked out the sunlight making everything dreary and gloomy. Turning in a slow circle Jencen faced the direction that seemed to have the most light and smiled at the enchanting vista laid out before him.

"Now that is a path," he whispered to himself before starting to follow the meandering trail between the trees. A long row of tall oak and elm marched in a double line through the heart of the woods. Between the great trunks a relatively smooth path of grass, leaves and ancient roots followed the grand old trees and allowed slanting beams of sunshine to penetrate from above and set the drifts of fallen leaves afire. Golds, oranges, copper and yellow lights seemed to sparkle along the path and as Jencen followed it the route became less twisted, the ground even and easier to traverse.

The dragon's pace slowed as he moved deeper into the woods, head turning this way and that as he drank in the glorious autumnal woodland. There was something enchanting about this path, sunlight streaming in from above touched off the bronze detritus of the year making that which was still green stand out in sharp contrast. For maybe twenty minutes Jencen followed the path laid out before him, admiring the different trees woven together as sentinels along either side. It was constantly changing and the heaps of crisp, fresh leaves gave way to tall sprays of fern, thick curly hedges filled with berries and other small shrubs that clustered around the tall trees.

As the hedges petered out, leaving the surrounding woodlands clustered with tall stands of fern Jencen stopped as it finally registered that the trees were different now. They were still tall and green and their branches overlapped overhead forming an unbroken canopy. What was wrong however was the type of tree now surrounding him, they were the sort of tall, tropical thing you saw on rainforest documentaries not the sort that filled the countryside. Some deep sense, an echoing warning from instincts he didn't even think he had made him turn and look back the wway he had come. What he found staggered him, behind him this jungle proceeded in undisturbed splendour. The undergrowth was undisturbed, the straight path was nowhere to be seen and yet he knew he'd been following it until a few seconds ago.

"How...." turning slowly the dragon frowned, scaled muzzle twitching as he considered his options. There were still traces of a path ahead, green shaded routes winding through the ferns and past the soaring trunks of mangrove trees and fruit bearing things he had no name for. Feeling nervous now and somewhat bewildered by the change Jencen picked a direction and started forwards slowly, eyes searching left and right for some sense, some clue as to what had happened or where he was. Each step brought another change however, the temperature sky rocketed as did the humidity, after thirty yards it felt like he was breathing soup the air was so thick with moisture. Another thirty yards and the path he'd been following came to an end and the jungle seemed to come to life! There were birds flitting about beneath the canopy, bright things with impressive plumage and trailing tail feathers. A colony of small brightly coloured simians watched him from the branches whilst large buzzing insects flittered around him at ground level. Next there were the scents of the forest, a rich, peaty scent from the loam that tingled the back of his throat mixed with a sharper, sweeter scent. This was coming from the pollen of the many flowers and buds that clung to the vines now hanging off of every tree.

Shaking his head in disbelief Jencen watched a small, bright green bird flit past his head then dart up to almost hover before a long silver pitcher plant. Its beak dipped inside, the pitcher snapped open and lunged at the same moment the bird shot away. The plant had failed to catch its prey but that didn't matter to the Dragon, the jungle was alive with deadly flora so it made him slow down and give a wide birth to the previously enticing plant life. Dodging around a tangle of tree roots Jencen moved out into the relative safety of a large clearing. It looked like a tree had fallen sometime in the past, leaving a hole in the otherwise interlocking canopy and the bright blue sky clear and visible directly overhead. It was some sight and the air was fresher then beneath the canopy of branches, a nice cooling distraction that proved fatal to the goo as he moved through the tall grass.

Jencen was caught with his guard down as something long, flexible and strong wrapped about his ankles and yanked him off his feet. The dragoo yelled and tried to kick out at whatever had him but more vines where slithering out of the undergrowth to snare his arms and legs. Within seconds Jencen was trapped beneath a writhing tangle of smooth, unyielding plant flesh. The vines moved with a strange, intelligent will, combating his attempts to resist, tugging his limbs, ensnaring his joints and fouling up his ability to fight back. Yelling for help and throwing his body from side to side Jencen refused to lay still and just let these vines subdue him. Jencen however was starting to run out of strength, he wasn't the fittest goo in the world and the vines were fighting him and they didn't seem to be capable of growing tired. All they did was continuously assault and squeeze his body as he squirmed back and forth.

Just as he was on the verge of collapse, his chest heaving as he struggled valiantly to keep moving a voice broke into his thoughts. "My, you really have let them tangle you up good...."

"Hello?' Jencen jerked at the vines, trying to turn his head and see who was talking to him, "Can you help? I don't know where I am and this thing has me." A vine lashed out around Jencen's neck and squeezed his throat, forcing him to twist away from the voice to avoid choking, "Help!"

"Calm down now," the unseen figure said, "You need to stay calm or it'll strangle you, now.... lay your head on the floor and try to bring your arms in to your sides. I'll try and get closer..."

The calm, authorstive voice helped the Dragon to focus and he shifted, squirmed and fought against the vines until he was lying face down. It was a struggle but he managed to roll over and to pull his arms in to his sides. "Now what...." he shouted, voice going up an octave as he felt a vine squirm into one of his trouser legs.

"Just keep doing that, I'm nearly there, it probably thinks you've given up but its dumb and distracted by you."

"Hurry... ahhhh!" Jencen yelled and bucked his body, trying to push himself up onto all fours as the vine inside hhis trousers was joined by another slithering under his waistband and down his other leg.

"Stay still..." the stranger snapped, "Relax and let it play, it won't hurt you if you stop wriggling I'm nearly there."

Jencen took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, breathing out slowly and resisted the urge to scream and panic as the vines tensed and pulled his trousers apart. He felt fabric tearing and cloth pulling away from his body, exposing the black rings embedded around his ankles, thighs and waist. A similar vine coiled about his tshirt and tore it from his back, bronze and black scale covered body exposed to the tropical heat of the jungle.

"Are you there yet? This is getting awaaaah fuck!" A vine had wrapped itself about his ankles and was pulling his nude form backwards through the grass. Face down and with his arms at his side it took him too long to respond, to get his hands forward and grab the ground. Something warm, wet and tight closed about his feet and slippery, gooey flesh squeezed firmly against his body, rippling and dragging him deeper into itself. "Help, stop it, where are you it has me!"

Jencen's scream for assistance went unanswered and within seconds he found himself up to his waist. He couldn't see what had him, just feel the icky, sticky touch of its strange flesh against his scaly body. It moved across his stomach, the vines pulling with surprising strength. Clawing at the grass, the ground Jencen tried to find something to hold onto but there was nothing, just tall grass and dirt

"Help, please...." Jencen shouted but the stranger was silent and with a wet, swallowing motion the Dragon found his head sliding into the ridged opening of the strange plant that had hold of him. He got a brief glimpse of tough green flesh closing before his muzzle before the vines came back and attacked him en-masse. There was no place to strugglr inside the plant, there was just thick purple slime, firm, teasing, questing vines and hot muggy air. The plant got a vine into his muzzle, squirmed past his teeth and into his throat and despite having a mouth full of dragon teeth the best Jencen could do was make it ooze sap over his tongue

It stopped being an issue for him after a few minutes however, the vine down his throat released some sort of sap and Jencen's world became hazy. His body felt heavy and lethargic and the uninvited jolts of pleasure that flowed through his body from the other vines felt so good. For a moment more Jencen struggled but the potent sap pouring into his stomach left him trembling, needy and squirming and the plant's vines and form took advantage of his vulnerable state to reinforce its will through the medium of pleasure. By the time his first orgasm struck Jencen had stopped resisting the plant administrations and had lost himself to the unbelievably sensual touch caress of this strange lover. Trapped inside a thick pod of cocooning plant life, teased, toyed with and enjoyed the goo closed his eyes as the purple liquid spilling into the pod climbed up above his head and sank into a bliss-filled stupor, letting it do with him as it wished.....

-0-

Swinging through the upper branches of the woodlands on the east side of their territory Kriner listened intently to the call being sent out by Drem. Shifting the direction of travel the bark skinned kasvane used the thick vines sprouting from his back to swing from branch to branch, using his feet and hands for fine tuning his direction and guidance only. His son was off toward the edge of the jungle were the tall trees and their interlocking canopy thinned out to join the large marsh that filled the southeastern quadrant of their liege lords domain. The air was hot, muggy and stifling with humidity but his plant body loved it, the leaves curled about the top of his head were eager to open and just enjoy the humidity. It was a struggle to keep them curled in protectively about the pitcher plant atop his head, it wanted to bloom and release its pollen but now was not the time so he kept a tight reign on it and swung toward the forest floor.

Passing below the layered branches of the lower canopy Kriner entered a world of tall tree trunks, thick underbrush and very few leaves. Everything had a green tinge to it as the sunlight above struggled to filter through the thick leaves overhead. The lack of branches didn't slow Kriner any, his vines wrapped about the tree trunk instinctively and began to flex in a pattern that gently carried him down toward the ground. There was a clearing a short distance away and his telepathic link with Drem was coming from that direction along with the fainter link to one of their seed pods. Settling to the ground Kriner sighed happily and let the long white roots that served him as feet burrow into the thick loam of the forest floor. After a moment of just enjoying the sensation of being back on the ground, letting his roots dig and burrow down beneath the soil to nourish and refresh him Kriner started forward, finally letting the leaves atop his head to unfurl and soak up the diffused sunlight.

By the time he reached the clearing it had started to rain, a warm caress of life giving water pouring down from beneath the canopy of the rainforest. It felt brilliant, droplets running across his thick, bark like purple skin and oozing across the slippery surface of his vines and crowning glory of head leaves. Once being outside in the rain would have sent him scampering for cover or made him try to protect himself. Those days were long ago, almost a dream rather then memory, back before he'd been embraced and changed. His transformation to plant kind alongside his beloved Alare had been the start of a new life and here in this realm with all their Lords vast terrain they flourished and grown. From two they had become many, seventeen at last count with at least six more incubating inside a seed pod, growing and sleeping as the invasive presence of the mother made them Kasvane.

Now however, for the first time ever they'd come across a problem, he could feel Drem's confusion and worry so he moved out of the stifling green shade of the jungle into the clearing. Well it was clear in as far as lack of trees went but it was filled with thick green sprays of green ferns, fungus and the moss covered remnants of the tree that had made the clearing when it fell. Birds and bugs flittered around the budding flowers and the sun was clear and bright causing small rainbows to flicker around the edges of the clearing as the tropical rain beneath the canopy caught the unimpeded light. It didn't take him long to locate his son, Drem's spike covered body stood out clearly as did the two large purple and pink flowers that crowned the top of his cactus like head. Kriner could also feel his roots in the soil and the faint touch of his mind twisting to focus on the elder kasvane as he approached.

"So what is the trouble?" he asked as he halted by his son, "Not like you to have trouble with a pod," he peered down at the purple plant buried amongst the ferns. It's bulbous central portion was closed and bulging with sap, he could feel it struggling however. Whatever it had caught was proving difficult to work with and as Kriner opened his mind to the seed pod he shot a startled glance toward Drem, "What is he...."

Shaking his head the cactus styled kasvane placed his hands on the pod, long fingers feeling over the stretched surface of the pod. "I've no idea, he wasn't wearing the clothes of a contestant, he appeared out of the jungle so I ensnared him but... I don't know what he is but he's different from anything we've encountered before.... it's been five hours and I've been unable to change anything about him."

"The old paths," Kriner murmured, shaking his head as he sat down next to the pod and stared at the bulk inside, watching it stir and squirm against his restraints. "They are old ways into this realm, from before the war sometimes they still connect to other worlds. Normally someone so unique could never get into this place."

"Well what do we do then?" Drem asked worriedly, "We can't change him or let him go, the pod will exhaust its life span too so we can't keep him in there indefinitely."

"Simple," Kriner said, reaching out with the vines sprouting from his back to start pulling the heavy pod out of the ground. "We'll take him to Alare, your father will know what to do with him, give me a hand."

Drem nodded and moved over to help lift the pod and carry toward the jungle. Heading deeper into the jungle the two plant like creatures moved on the direction of home and the centre of their domain.

-0-

Light stabbing through his eyes and the sudden jostling motion of his body being moved snapped Jencen out of the drug induced stupor he'd been living in for gods knew how long. With hazy eyesight and a horrible taste in his mouth the dragon tried to move his body only to find his limbs had been secured. It felt like there were ropes coiled about his wrists and ankles and from the way his weight was hanging he'd been strung up, arms and legs spread in an X formation. Trying to pull free Jencen groaned as his restraints moved and shifted, adjusting their hold on him to keep him in place. At the first, slick, crawling motion of smooth plant flesh against his scaled body memory came crashing in. Like the ocean cutting away a sandcastle Jencen jerked awake fully, a spike of adrenaline helping to clear some of the fog from his thoughts as he remembered the vines, the pod, the intense sensual torture...

"Hello dragon," a soft voice crooned warmly somewhere in front of him, "Sorry to wake you up but you are a real challenge."

"Cha....challenge? What... have you done to me...."

"Oh nothing, not yet unless you count the sap we've been feeding you. You are a tricky thing," the voice continued in those warm friendly tones they had started out with.

Blinking and peering down at the fuzzy figure Jencen tried to focus on them. What he saw left him dumbstruck, the creature before him was like nothing he'd seen ever. At four feet tall with a rich purple body they stood out clearly as something alien and unusual. With long, flexible looking green vines sprouting from out of his back. A skirt or kilt of multi hued leaves about his waist he looked exotic. It was the flora crowning his head however that really drove home the idea that he was related to plants somehow.

"What..... are you?"

"Alare of the Kasvane," the strange purple plant creature said, his vines uncoiling, reaching out to touch and stroke Jencen's scales. "By all rights you should be kasvane too but your body resists the changes. So...." he trailed off, a mischievous grin splitting his muzzle as he watched the dragon react to his touch.

"You're going to let me go for resisting?"

"Sadly not, you can resist our change but not our drugs. Your mind is ours to play with and I've made something very special to help us control that big... powerful body of yours," he moved closer, the kilt of leaves sliding open. The vines wrapped about Alare's waist as a belt were part of his kilt, the leaves had grown from the lower pair of vines as some form of camouflage or tool. What they revealed was more smooth purple flesh and as he looked down Jencen could see were his feet turned white and had buried into the earth as roots.

"What, do you mean? what.... oh no...." Jencen cut off with a whimper as he saw the smooth, featureless plant flesh between Alare's legs start to change. Something smooth and yellow was sliding up out of his body, lengthening, growing thick, tubular and long. He wasn't sure of it was a cock or a vine or both but it was emerging from between the plant dudes legs and Jencen had a horrible feeling he was about to meet it. "Don't please.... just oh lords... that scent.... what is it?"

Alare laughed, the vine sliding out from between his legs pulling back, weaving in the air before the bound dragon, stirring the cloud of light, golden pollen that was drifting through the air. Unseen by the distracted reptile of goo the kasvane's flower bud atop his head had been releasing the scent and it was already starting to have the desired effect. Jencen's limbs were starting to droop, his ability to struggle fading as they grew limp and listless and his thoughts started to get heavy, thick and muzzy.

"It's just a little something, something to help you relax, just relax whilst I help you into something much more comfortable." Alare's voice was warm, soft, hypnotic almost, Jencen found himself hanging on every word as the pollen worked on him. He had a vague feeling that there should have been some sort of emotion associated with the objects that started to slither into view. He wasn't quite sure what it was though as the vines descending from above the canopy bore their loads toward his body.

They were strange objects, curved pieces of material with sleek, latex coating one side and rough black and copper bark on the other. Watching them approach, only able to summon up a slightly bemused thought that they looked strange the dragon shivered as the first, slick, latex interior pressed up against his scaled body. Pieces of bark were wrapped about his arms and legs, the strange natural latex inside flowing, squishing across his scales as the individual parts reached out, bonding, adhering to each other and to his body as the individual pieces of bark were brought together to form a solid shell. They closed about his feet next, he could feel the latex clinging to his toes, spreading across the heel of his foot, then the top quickly followed by the sensation of the solid, immobile outer shell settling into place in a manner that still let him wiggle his toes but also offered protection from the outside world.

Bands of bark slid past Jencen's head, long, tubular segments that were expertly shifted into place around his stomach and chest by the vines that danced and flowed through the air under Alare's control. The purple and green plant-kin was swaying slightly, still dusting the air with pollen even as his root-like feet wriggled and surged in the loamy soil of the jungle; communicating his wishes to the plants of the forest. A segment of bark settled around the dragoo's neck, a single piece of rough, copper coloured wood that bent and slid on it's latex base until it formed a solid collar about his neck. This was alarming, the feel of such a tight object about his neck was causing some unwelcome reactions in Jencen's mind, long dormant impulses, desires to be obedient, well behaved and follow orders waking up in response to that tight collar. It helped the dragon to throw off some of the lassitude induced by Alare's pollen but the best he could manage was panic as two curved and moulded plates of bark were lowered past his field of view.

"Oh no.. no don't you ahhhffffff," he cut off, his cry of distress turning into an unwelcome moan of pleasure as the crotch and arse plates of this strangely living, organic suit were pressed into place against his body. Something long, slick, slightly cool and unbearably wiggly was inserted beneath his bark encased tail and forced its way into his rear. His crotch reacted in kind, his cock thickening, settling into the warm, slick, living layer of latex that padded the tough, immobile layers of bark against his scales. Moaning softly and shaking his head Jencen found the last of the pollen induced fog lifting from his mind as the latex writhed, undulated and teased his shaft at the same time as the vine in his rear started to bulge and pulse with a rhythmic motion as it began to pump something into his body.

"Stop. stop it," he whimpered, tilting head down to look at Alare, "What. what are you.. why is it. trying to. pleasure me!"

"Reinforcement, reward." Alare tilted his head to one side and smiled, "I'm not a horrible master, I'm actually quite nice to work for but you. my little friend Dragoo are mine."

Shaking his head slowly, trying his best to ignore the teasing sensation stimulating his most private parts the dragon focussed on the purple plant. "No. you can't.. change me!"

The kasvane smiled, "No, I can't change you, nor can I affect that lovely mind of yours, at least not for long. But you are too. brilliant a resource to give to my liege. He'd probably have the same trouble as we have had."

"Liege. who. who do you mean!"

"Oh you'll find out sooner or later but for now Jencen.. let's finish the job," the kasvane's back vines flexed, reaching out to pick up a large lump of black and copper banded bark from the ground. It was strange, it looked rigid and tough but also sleek, there were no craggy lines of cracks as you might expect to find on the trunk of a tree. It was also helmet shaped, a stylised representation of Jencen's head but with two large circular pods on either side of the muzzle and strange, smoked lenses for eyes. It looked more like a mix between a gas mask and a fantasy style helmet then something that had obviously been grown by this strange plant creature.

"Oh lord no," the dragon whimpered, feeling his cock pulse with desire, he barely stifled a moan as Alare lifted it up and over his head. The back slid open silently, revealing an interior that was slick with the same, semi-motile latex as the rest of the suit as it glided toward his head. His world became dark, the suit squeezed his body and the latex flowed against his scales as the helmet was lifted ever so gently atop his head. The back of the suit slithered shut, the smooth bark sealing itself. At the same time his nostrils were plugged by something wriggling and soft that pressed up passed his gag reflex and down into his throat. The momentary urge to hurl passed as whatever it was adhered itself to the flesh of his esophagus and through the tinted lenses the goo-dragon could once more see the outside world.

Warm liquid was dripping down the back of his throat, his cock was leaking pre-cum and every breath he took was accompanied by the faint hiss and click of some sort of one-way valve. The whole thing was designed to make him squirm and it was still pleasuring him in ways he had never before experienced. He could sense tendrils wriggling free of his feet, roots burying into the ground and knew, instinctively that they were going to be drawing the nutrients he needed from the earth to keep his prison alive.

"And now you are mine Jencen," Alare chirped cheerfully, smiling up at the encased dragon, back vines caressing the smooth, sleek, living chestplate of the suit encased creature. "This suit is newly groan, it's getting to know you but more importantly." he tapped a finger against the protrusions on either side of the muzzle. "It's feeding you a special blend of our sap, I can't fog your mind for long or change your body but I can get you addicted to it. Your only source is me or Kriner and we'll only reward you as long as you co-operate but for now."

He stepped back, rooted feet leaving an upturned trail through the earth as he walked back, "For now I think I had best leave you and your new home alone to get acquainted and to give you time for the addiction to bed in. It'll take a few days and well.." he grinned warmly, "I am sure you want to cum and it'd be cruel of me not to leave you writhing in pleasure. It'll help reinforce the sap and desire to obey and earn more in your thoughts.. have fun.."

With that the Kasvane turned and started off into the trees, Jencen tried to shout, to call out. He knew the muzzle of the suit could move, the jaw was hinged but was currently locked in place. All he could manage was a deep moan and a muffled cry as the vine in his rear coiled against his prostate, the liquid sap continued to drip into his throat and the hiss and click of that gas mask like valve continued to fill his ears. He stiffened inside the suit, shuddering slightly as his cock pulsed, cum flooding out of his shaft, mixing with the flowing, living mix of latex pressing against his scales. It was like no orgasm he'd ever experienced, a continuous, teasing treat of slickness, pleasure and warmth against his entire body and the hiss and click of that valve ticking and tripping as with every breath, every squirm and muffled gasp the dragon sank deeper into the embrace of his most unique and intimate prison.

~fin