Jamaican Nights
Jamaican nights
by NovaFox ([email protected])
Grayson is (c) to me, Nova Fox. Usage without given authorisation is forbidden. If you want to draw a picture of this scenery or use Grayson in another story: Go ahead, but please let me know. This story has not been proofread so far, so don't mind spelling errors and such. Just tell me, so I can improve my writing style.
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Night had fallen over the small Jamaican village around an hour ago, but still Grayson felt hot and was panting slightly as she walked along a dark alley, wearing a only two-piece red bikini that showed off her gorgeus curves. She liked the feeling and the warmth, it reminded her a lot of her home, Las Vegas, but there were differences. For example the heat here was a lot less dry and rough than it was at home and Grayson enjoyed that feeling a lot. She liked the heat here, it was like an additional kick for her and it turned her on slightly as everyone could see since the nipples of her 46 DD breasts were clearly showing through the silken fabric of the bikini suit.
The 6'3 high Greyfoxvixen with her black tipped tail sighed as she thought of her father and everyone else she had left behind, when she had decided it was time for a long overdue vacation for her. Of course her boyfriend had wanted to join her, but it was one of those times, when Grayson needed some time alone. It had been hard to convince Matt to let her fly off to Jamaica, but in the end he had let her go, knowing that its hard to hold back a Kitsune, especially one who lived under the element wind and was a born traveler.
Now she was here, in a smalll village at the coast of Jamaica with almost not tourism and she was enjoying herself in many ways. At day she often swam out in the sea, while at night she enjoyed taking long hikes into the village to see what was going on there. A lot of humans lived in the village and many had showed an obvious sign of interest to her, that went right under the few clothes she always wore. Obviously they had rarely seen someone like her before and Grayson enjoyed the attention, while she was not sure if she should allow her admirers to go deeper under the seal of privacy or not. A few times she had almost said "Yes", but still nothing did happen in a sexual way during the first week of her eight week vacation she had spent here.
She just had brushed a small brand of her blonde hair out of her blue-green eyes, when she noticed the small gift shop in the middle of the also small plaza she was standing in. It was still open, even if that was nothing really unusual for this place and Grayson decided to take a look and maybe find something for her friends and her family to bring home. Something special maybe or something kinky, if there was something like that here.
The sign above the shop said "Jolandas small Gift shop" and it sounded inviting to Grayson, so she walked over to the small hut and entered it. The door swang open without a sound and for a moment Grayson stopped as her nose was kissed by around fourhundret scents at the same time, while her eyes saw a small room that was filled with various stuff. Expensive looking collars, next to a few plants, various stones and other things filled shelf after shelf in the small room, while a small counter sat at the opposite side of the door. Behind the counted Grayson saw another door, labeled "Do not pass" and the vixen guessed an office or bedroom or something similar behind it.
An old, human lady with short, greyish hair and amber blue eyes stepped out of the door only mere moments after Grayson had entered the shop. She wore a long, white dress and gave the vixen a friendly smile, while Grayson noticed that the lady was small, even for a human.
"Good day, good day", she spoke to Grayson in a sweet voice, "Welcome to my small shop. I am Jolanda, what is your name dear child?"
"Grayson", said the vixen, smiling as she gazed again at the interior of the room, "Say ... What exactly do you sell here?"
"Oh a bit of this, a bit of that ... Are you looking for something special?"
"Well ... maybe, yes. I am looking for a gift for my boyfriend and for my family at home. It should be something nice, but still something unique", the vixen looked at the lady, who gave a short nod, then smiled as her eyes seemed to pierce through Grayson.
"Something unique, hm? Oh ... I think I can help you", the old woman nodded, shaking her head quickly, "But it will cost you something and I don't mean money my dear ... Its also something unique ... Do you want to hear my offer?"
For a moment Grayson hesitated, unsure what the lady called Jolanda meant, then her nosyness won and the vixen quickly nodded: "Okay ... I think I can cope with everything."
"You'd better be carefuly about your words dear", smiled the old lady, then reached behind the counter and grabbed a black leather collar, which she held out to Grayson, "Put it on and your clothes off, but be aware that once you put the collar on I will lock it in place, so you won't be able to put it off until I release you. In return I will grant you something really special for your boyfriend and for your family. A nice, little surprise, but I am certain that it will fit for them all."
"I see", said the vixen, thinking about the offer for a moment. It was a bit like jumping into a pool of icy water since she really had no idea what the old lady was talking about. Then again she liked collars and being put on a leash among other things that had to do with being tied up. Adding to this the words of the old lady pointed at soething that might turn out quite pleasurable so why not let herself be surprised?
With a slight grin Grayson grabbed the collar, then put it around her neck and smiled as she began to undress in front of the old lady. She never had had a problem with nudity so far and enjoyed wearing as less clothes as possible whenever she could. A few times she even had done stripping just for fun, even if nobody was allowed to touch her then and she only had done it for private audiences. Jolanada smiled as her eyes scanned the vixens outlines, seeing her large, but firm chest and giving Graysons wide hips a closer look. The old lady knew, that Grayson was perfect and smiled to herself, while she walked around Grayson as the vixen stood nude in the middle of the room, then locked the collar in place with a large padlock before she let her furless hand carefully wander over Graysons body, feeling her out carefully. Grayson gasped, when the old ladys hand cupped her massive orbs with a surprisingly strong grip, then reached further downwards to explore more of Graysons nude shape. It felt good and Grayson could already feel a slight spot of wetness between her shapely legs as she wondered what was about to happen. Jolanda in the meantime was very pleased with what she felt, then grabbed behind the counter again and suddenly Graysons eyes saw a leash in the old ladys hand. The vixen murred loudly and did not resist at all as Jolanda fastened the leash on the large D-ring on the collar Grayson was wearing, then lead her outside the store and onto the open street in a slow pace. Grayson was now even more curious what the old lady was up to do with her, where she would be lead to and what would be her reward not to menion, that she the burning between her legs started to increase.
Outside the streets were quiet as Jolanda lead Grayson over to another small alley which lead away from Jolandas shop. Both did not speak a word, instead the human reached into her pockets and suddenly held a whistle in her free hand, which she blew. A loud, high sound suddenly filled wthe vixens eyes and she folded her ears to her head to protect them, while her senses told her that the city around them had started to awake all of a sudden and the wetness between her legs increased again. She felt even more naughty, when she realized, that there were suddenly people behind the dark windows they had just passed, watching her intensely. A soft gasp escaped her lips, while Jolanda suddenly made a sharp turn into a broader street that ended, as Grayson remembered, at a small farm in the northeastern part of the town. Her nipples were rock hard in the meantime as she imagined how many were watching her now and for a moment Grayson felt a few drips of her hone drip down to the floor.
Jolanda kept whistling, while the farm came closer and closer and Graysons fine nose picked up at least fifty or more persons behind her. They were not all from this village, but the vixen had seen other tourists here. Not many, but at least enough to form a group of that size and they all were trailing behind her. Obviously the villagers from here knew what was going to happen, since Grayson could sense anticipation from them, while the tourists were puzzled and nosy what was going on here. A few furs were under them, but most of the people following her were human, a though that turned her on even more as she realized it. A few more drops of her honey ran down her leg and she was panting heavily, when they reached the farm and entered it, walking over to a large, single field. It was currently empty and again Grayson was puzzled, then she noticed Jolanda giving her leash a hard tug and saw that the old lady tried to tie the tip of the leash around a pole that stood in the middle of the field. Obidently Grayson kneeled down so Jolanda could make a tight knot and fasten the leash to the wooden pole, then she looked at Jolanda, who gave Grayson a reassuring smile.
"You see ... A few years ago we realized that aside from the people living in our village, there was one lifeform that lived beneath it", Jolanda began to explain to Grayson, "It was a large plant, large enough to form a mind of its own. Of course we were worried at first, but it turned out that the plant was friendly and did noth arm anyone. In fact it helped us in many a way. It guarded our fields when we could not, it helped watching over the village when the townguard was too busy, its fruits turned out to be major aphrodisiaca, far better than Viagra, and other things. Over the years we and the plant became good friends and we learned to accept that it did need more then only water and a healthy earth, for it is a special plant indeed. Nobody knows where it comes from or why it does need this special food, but we give it away freely and don't ask questions."
"I see", Grayson nodded, suddenly not really liking where this explanation was going, "What does it need and why did you bring me out here?"
"Well ... I promised you something special for your friend and for your family, right? And I also said, that you are going to pay a special price, right", the old lady asked in a friendly voice, watching Grayson nod twice, then continued, "Good. You will soon see what is going to happen to you, as I can feel the plant being close, so I won't spoil the fun and tell you the price. I just want to tell you, that whatever happens you don't have to be afraid and that your presents will be ready once you have paid your price fully. Besides ... I hope you have brought a few weeks of time with you, for you might end up paying for a long time ..."
As she spoke her last sentence Jolanda had stepped back and to the edge of the field, where everyone else was standing and waiting. A few people even took photos as Grayson sat down on the dry earth and leaned backwards onto her back. She was still feeling aroused, even if she now also felt a bit afraid. Her scent waftered in thick clouds around her as she felt that the fur between her legs was already drenched in her juices, her juicy snatch burning brightly and her firm nipples standing fully hard out of her fur as her mind begged for a release no matter how it happened. For a moment nothing happened. The crowd was chatting and watching Grayson as she looked into the nightly sky over Jamaica and studied the stars. Then something rustled and before Grayson had the time to stand up something wrapped itself tightly around her ankles and her hands, quickly pulling her into a spread eagled position.
A soft bark slipped from Graysons lips as she heard witty comments from the people watching her, while she tested the firmness of her boundarys and found herself immobilized by the strong grip. The only thing she could move was her head and for a moment she was puzzled when she saw that thick, green vines were holding her in place after lifting her head up a bit. She remembered the plant Jolanda had mentioned and gasped when she remembered that she had said something about a special food ... The love honey of females maybe? Like in the film she had seen a few days ago before her flight here?
The vixen did not finish that thought, since suddenly more vines popped up and curled firmly around her arms and her legs. A few people in the crowd cheered, when her legs were parted a bit more so she was placed there fully on display and for everyone to see. She moaned loudly, then licked her lips as a large flower suddenly grew between her legs. It had a bulbous petal and a large greenish stem and Grayson felt herself panting eagerly when the petal of the flower opened and revealed a brightly coloured inside. Suddenly the middle of the petal began to stretch open and Grayson could see two long, slimy tentacles sneaking out of it and inching over to her body. They were small, but looked extremely flexible and Grayson watched them closely as a set of vines touched her throat for a moment where the collar had been attached, causing the leash to fall off and away so the plant could move Grayson around freely. Quickly the two slimy tentacles had wrapped themself around her stomach tightly, but not too tight to strangle her. Then they inched closer to her large breasts and Grayson felt her mouth hanging open when the tips of the slimy tentacles suddenly opened widely and attached themself tightly over her large breasts, each sucking one of her massive globes into itself. The vixen moaned when she felt the tentacles enclosing her tits tightly in their grip. Her breasts were pressing tightly against the slimy tentacles, revealing the nice shape of her tits and her large nipples. Grayson was smiling and already enjoying that tight, wet and warm feeling, when the two tentacles suddenly began to milk her entire breasts in a slow, but firm pace. The feeling of her breasts being milked this way caused Grayson to drool and moan out loudly in sheer lust, while she clearly began to enjoy the attention the vines were giving to her as one of her secret dreams became true. A gush of her juices hit the sandy ground, while the crowd was staring now intensly at the ministrations the plant gave to its prey.
Barely she noticed two more tentacles sneaking out of the stem of the large petal, aimed at two certain spots between her legs. The first tentacle slipped into her neither folds and had almost problem thrusting in. Quickly it slipped into the vixens drenched sex, then began to stretch itself out until it pressed firmly against the walls of Graysons lovetunnel. Then it sneaked deeper and deeper, probing here and there for sensitive spots deep inside of Grayson and causing the vixen to moan out uncontrollably and spasm in sheer pleasure.
When then other tentacle began to press firmly against her tailhole and quickly passed her rosebud, Graysons climax hit her as hard as a hit with a warhammer. Howling out loudly she saw stars dancing in front of her eyes and her body danced uncontrollably while her first peak for taht night washed over and through her body, harder than anything she had experienced before. She felt her tits being milked and constalty squeezed by the two tentacles cupping them, while the two tentacles thrusted deeply into her two loveholes. The crowd was applauding and cheering, the sight of the people turning her on even more and making this climax one of the most intense she had ever experienced so far.
When she felt herself starting to come down from it, the plant beneath her suddenly reacted. It kept up caressing her in this pleasurable way, while it lifted the large vixen up in the air then Grayson felt that she was turned around so her head was facing the large, colourful petal now. The mound where the tentacles had sprouted from, suddenly widened and Grayson let out a soft gasp as she realized that she was slowly inched closer to the opening hole. Of course she had had such a phantasy already, but that is what it had always been so far for her: A dream, a phantasy, nothing that could become reality like it was doing now. Her eyes transfixed onto the hole that was now as large as her head and she smiled as she looked down the hollow stem. Jolanda had assured her before the plant had appeared that everything was okay and Grayson somehow thrusted the old, human lady. Even now, when the plant pressed her head tightly against the hole and Grayson felt her head popping into the long stem that would lead to the plant itself, she thrusted Jolanda so she did not fight back, but instead enjyed the tight feeling as her head was encased fully, her body soon following.
Outside the crowed watched eagerly and cheered as more and more of Graysons body disappeared into the plant. There was a moment of struggling when the hole had reached Graysons large breasts which had swollen up to a tot 50 dd in size, but the hole quickly grew larger a bit and began to give her tits an additional squeeze so the would fit in. A muffled moan escaped Graysons lips, when she felt the rough surface of the stems inside rubbing along her hard nipples. Combined with the constant feeling of being milked this was simply too much for Grayson and she exploded again in a fiercy climax, splattering the warm sand with her tasty juices for a moment. Then the plant had also swallowed her hips and began to create an additional vacuum which helped pulling Grayson downwards. The sounds from outside became more and more muffled, while Grayson slid down the plants stem, soon feeling the hole tickling her feet and tightening around them too. Then they also were inside and Grayson kept moaning and trashing around a bit, when the stem snug up tightly to her body on her way into the plants main core so it kept rubbing all over her body, much to the vixens pleasure who soon felt herself on the edge of a third climax with the second still running around in her body. The vixen lost time and track of where she was and how long did the actual trip take, when the plant suddenly doubled its ministrations, causing her sex-crazed mind to go into some kind of sexual overdrive mode.
When she landed rump-first on something wet and sticky, Grayson came back to her senses. The plant also slowed down, then stopped it thrusts and suckles for a moment as if to let Grayson realize where she was. Quickly the vixen looked around the spot she had found herself in now, then let out a loud gasping sound. She had landed in a small, clear pod which hung in the middle of a large room. The room itself was very large and only dimly light by a strange dark red glow that seemed to come from the plant itself. Grayson did not see much of the interior of the room, but the many pods she saw, all were similar to the one she was in, and the muffled sounds of moans, yips, gasps and faint screms told her that she was definitely not alone in there. Another quick glace showed that the pods around her were all filled with an opaque greenish fluid, while its inhabitants were yiffed by tentacles in all ways Grayson could have ever expected.
A short test showed, that the pod could not be shed by claws and sharp teeth, so all Grayson could to was to wait for the plants actions to begin again. It was clear to her now, that the plant itself was feeing from the climaxes of the females it yiffed deep inside of its bowels. The idea seemed to be appealing to Grayson and she gasped when she felt her own paw slowly rubb over her clit. It was then, that she realized that the vines holding her paws and her feet had retreated. The slimy tentacles were still where had been before the plant had swallowed her, but the appendages that had spread her legs and helped the plant to bring her down here had disappeared somehow, leaving her arms and her legs free.
She was still thinking about it, when the liquid that filled the other pods, began to flow over her ankles. Immideately Grayson let out a happy, eager yip, wagging her tail eagerly as her mind gave her a mental image of what was going to happen to her and she was awaiting it eagerly. The plant would yiff her and yiff her for hours, days and possibly weeks, living from her strong climaxes and from the energy released by it and Grayson would be more than glad to give that energy in exchange for such sweet pleasure. She did not fight back as slimy tentacles began to wrap itself around her hands and her ankles again, then spread her apart, while three smaller tentacles lowered themself in front of her nose and her mouth, then quickly slipped into her noseholes and her open maw to give her air and nourishment and to seal her mouth and nose shut tightly against the fluids. For a moment Grayson wondered how intense the feeling would be, then the tentacles began to move again and the world became a series of nourishment, climaxes, raw, agressive yiffing and sleep, including a few hours of sleep every night, for an eternity, at least that is how it felt for Grayson.
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After the bulge in the plants stem that was Grayson had disappeared underneath the earth, Jolanda had send everybody home with a few, quick gestures, then packed everything together. She smiled, while going back to her shop. The manager of the small hotel Grayson had booked her roomin had also been at the farm, so he would know where his guest was and that she would be back in a while. The plant would keep Grayson a while inside of itself to feed from the vixens climaxes. In return it would keep Grayson alive and healthy, just like it did with the other victims it had in its bowels. In a few weeks, when the plant was through with her, Grayson would be released again and the plant would give her a present suited for the sex crazed vixen for what she did for the plant. The old lady sighed, remembering when she was younger and how often she had ridden the plant. Maybe she should go for it again one day? For a moment she considered this possibility, then she reminded herself how old she was. Surely she would not be able to give enough food for the plant. And what if? that question stuck, like it had done many times before in the last years. It was still there, when Jolanda, eight weeks and a few more victims later, walked out to the farm again, then waited at the wooden pole for a bulbed petal to appear.
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The day when Grayson was returned to the surface began as all the others had in the past time. She had lost track of how long she had been in here and she did not remember how many times she had climaxed during her stay. Everything was a blur in her mind from that moment on, when the plant had showed up first time, a mixture of muffled moans, climaxes and hard yiffing. She felt sore, somehow, but also refreshed. The plant had also taken care of every waste she might have had and somehow Grayson knew that she was going to go in again as soon as she could once she was outside.
She had been awaiting to be seriously yiffed by the plant itself once she awoke, for it had sometimes even yiffed her when she was asleep, but instead nothing happened. The tentacles remained still, then she heard a gurgling sound. Quickly she opened her eyes, blinking a few times as the greenish liquid was pumped out of the small pod she was in. Puzzled the heated vixen watched, while suddenly all of the tentacles holding here slipped away, causing the vixen to moan softly. After her hands and feet were freed, she tested them and found them a bit stiff, but somehow stronger and more muscular than before.
"Must be the plants training", she laughed to herself, after the tentacles sealing her muzzle shut had retreated. Her jaw also felt a bit stiff, but then again she never has had it constantly open for this long time before. How much time had passed? She tried to find the answer in her still aroused mind, but without any efford since suddely the tentacles that had been stuck in her holes and the ones that had covered her breasts pulled out and away from her with a wet, slurping sound. Her holes suddenly felt empty and Grayson reached down with one paw to rubb over the bare flesh of her heated pussy, gasping as jolts of electricity ran up her spine and into her brain. Her nerves were still oversensitive a lot, especially down there, but Grayson guessed that could be considered normal after all this yiffing over that much time. For a moment she felt her body and found her inital thought right. She was indeed more muscular than when she had arrived here and a lot more sore, but she could get quickly rid of that.
In the meantime the pod was empty and Grayson took a quick glance around, smiling as she noticed that a few of the inhabitors of the other pods around her were new and smiling in the same way she must have had after her first days here. Another wet sound caused Grayson to look up, where a hole was opening in the ceiling of her pond. Behind the hole she saw a complicated network of small tunnels which had to lead to the stems and into other pods. For a moment Grayson wondered how it would feel to be together in one pond, but then the vixen shook her head and reached out with her arms to the set of vines that snug down into the pod. They curled themselfes around her hands and her arms, then lifted the gorgeous vixen up, while the goo that had filled the chamber began to dry in Graysons soaked fur and fall away. Slowly Grayson felt herself being pulled along one of the many tunnels and through many small and tight passages that were still massaging her, just like they had when the plant had dragged her in. The vixen moaned even louder and felt the urge to relieve herself, when she suddenly noticed that a spot of light became visible in her eyes. Panting she quickly reached that point, then moaned out in a soft climax, just when her hands were dragged out, followed by her arms and finally her head. A faint drip of her juices ran down back into the plants stomach, while Grayson felt herself being pulled out of the plant through its stem again and she blinked at the sun that was just going up. Jolanda was also there, carrying Graysons bikini, which she had left behind in the shop the day she had become one with the plant, with her. The old lady watched patiently and smiled, then ran over to Grayson with a blanket as she was pulled out fully and placed on the sandy ground by the vines, who then loosened their grip around Graysons hands and disappeared back into the earth they had sprung from.
Panting the nude vixen laid in the small field of the farm, her fur being rubbed clean by Jolanda with a blanket, while Grayson stretched a bit. The old human lady hummed a gentle song, which Grayson did not understand, but it melody was quite appealing so she relaxed and suddenly felt tired, very tired. Graysons eyes closed themselfes, then she fell into a deep sleep.
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When she awoke again, she was in the bed of her hotel room. It was evening and Jolanda was standing at her side, holding someting round in her hand that reminded Grayson of a black ball.
"Ooooh", the vixen groaned, when she tried to move her aching muscles and Jolanda smiled.
"Easy my dear", she said in a low voice, "You are going to feel better soon. Everyone feels like this when the plant first plays with them. Its also normal, that people loose the track of time during their stay in the plant, which is why I tell you, that its now exactly eight weeks since you came to me in search for a special present."
"Eight week", Grayson blinked, "Whoa", she looked at the calendar and sighed, "Dang. My plane home goes tomorrow. Everyone will be missing me."
"Easy, easy", the old lady spoke, "The manager told them that you were out for a hiking trip in the wilderness around this village and had forgotten your cellphone with you. He listed all your calls and wrote them up. You can get the list from him later, but I think you should rest some more for now."
"Sounds like a good idea", Grayson nodded, laying back, "So ... What do you have with you there?"
"Oh that", Jolanda smiled and held the dark thing out to Grayson, "Is your present. I figured during your intimate time that you would surely be missing the plant a lot, right? The plant itself guessed the same, so it did bring this seed to its surface, moments after you were back on the surface. You can place the seed in the warm earth once you are home and within a week or so you will have your own plant. How does that sound?"
"Very good", smiled Grayson, while she licked her lips then smiled widely. That present was indeed something unique and fitting for everyone of her friends and her family. In her mind she began already imagining how they would react once the plant had their way with them once and the smile on her face became wider. Jolanda also smiled as if she had read her mind, then Grayson whispered a soft: "Thank you", and kissed the human lady on her lips with a gentle murr, only to smile when she was kissed back.
"You're welcome", Jolanda whispered, "And of course you can always come back here if you want to."
"Sure", nodded the vixen, then leaned back to relax a bit more. She did have only one piece of luggage, two maybe with the seed, so there was nothing left to pack. Her plane went in the afternoon the next day, so all she had to do now was to relax, which she did and soon sleep caught her again, giving her dreams of what the plant would do to her friends once she was back home.