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The floral shoppe was empty when Java made his way past the creaky wooden door, which was surprising considering he was running a good fifteen minutes late. The ferret slid his satchel to the floor behind the counter as he craned his head down the aisle in search of his boss. The old badger was nowhere to be found, but she had left a note next to the register detailing his work for the day.

"Java: I just have a few errands today and will be back around noon. Please begin planting the new inventory and water the plants in the greenhouse. NO NAPS!" it read.

The ferret rolled his bright green eyes at the note. Did Laura really think he'd sleep on the job when no one else was around to man the shop? He tossed the post-it note into the trash bin under the counter before making his way to the greenhouse. As he passed the aisles of herbs, house plants, and seeds, he yawned and stretched in an attempt to rouse himself more.

The greenhouse was by far the mustelid's favorite part of the floral shop. Most of their competitors outsourced their flowers and plants, but their store was unique. A customer could come in, browse the flowers in person, and select the ones they liked the best. It was a far more intimate experience, and it made the whole shop smell great.

Java rifled through the packets of seeds. They ranged from violets, to daisies, to daffodils, to marigolds. However, one packet stood out from all the rest. It was an unlabeled brown packet, distinct in its ambiguity. There was no photograph of the fully grown plant, nor did it have a name. There was only a serial number scribbled in black ink on the very bottom.

"Huh, what's this?" Java mused to himself out loud. The ferret opened the envelope to find a single green bulb with brown speckles about the size of a marble. To his surprise, it had a scent reminiscent of cloves and cinnamon. That was enough for the ferret to make his decision, and he added it to the regimen of seeds to be planted.

He found some unused pots and began filling them with rich dark soil. Most of the seeds were easy as their instruction were printed on the back of their respective packets, and thus the ferret made quick work of all of them. However, when he finally got to the mysterious bulb, he didn't know just how far to plant it in the soil, how big the pot needed to be, or what kind of sunlight it needed. He considered leaving it out and waiting for Laura to return, but he also didn't want to leave this chore unfinished.

He took out the biggest of the unused pots and filled it to the brim with soil before making a pit in the center for the bulb to rest in. He plopped it down into the center and covered it with the rich black soil, patting it down with one paw. As he tapped down the dirt he thought he heard a crack emanate from within the pot. He froze suddenly and worried that he might have already damaged the bulb. He fought his desires to dig up the soil and search for the bulb. If he really had killed the seed, what would his boss have to say? Instead, he carried on with his work and figured that it must have been one of the lights flickering or else he was just imagining things.

The rest of the morning carried on normally. Java strolled around the greenhouse with hose in hand and watered the plants, giving each individual sapling, sprout, and flower a satisfactory amount of attention. Despite Laura's claims that the ferret was lazy, no one could doubt that the ferret cared about his job and the flora under his care.

When he finally got around to the mysterious bulb, he contemplated how to proceed. Should he treat it like any other plant or give it an extra amount of water to compensate for the odd crack he heard? His finger wavered on the trigger of the house for a second, before finally pressing down and letting the water trickle down into the soil. Even as water seeped out of the bottom of the pot, the ferret persisted in watering the pot. By the time he was finished, he was not only worried about damaging the bulb when he planted it, he also feared that he might have drowned the plant after the fact.

It was about half past ten by the time he walked out of the greenhouse, and although the shop had been open for a couple of hours now, not a single customer had walked through the doors. A slow morning didn't begin to describe his workload today. Java, looked around the shop for more chores to do, but none immediately jumped out at him. The shelves were clean, the floors looked fine, everything was in tip-top shape. He took a seat on the stool behind the checkout desk and rested his head lazily on the counter. He figured if anyone entered the store, the chimes dangling over the doorway would wake him in time to be of service. Besides, he had done all of his work for the day and he had to skip coffee after waking up so late. A short little nap wouldn't be too much trouble.

***

Java woke up mid-fall from the stool, anxiously awaiting the inevitable impact of his body with the floor. However, just as his surprised cry left his lips, he found that his fall had been cut short by a soft pillowy mass behind him. He barely had a chance to remember where he was before getting yanked down the hall by some yet unseen force. It snaked him around the corners, past the aisles of the store, and into the greenhouse which he could have sworn he had closed the doors to. It didn't take him much longer to realize who had opened it when he was dragged over to the large pot that had once harbored the strange bulb. It used to be a large pot at least. The thick roots that had sprouted from the bulb had grown so large that they'd burst through the porcelain container and buried themselves in the ground below. What stood in the pot's place was a gargantuan stalk of sinewy vines which writhed around one another like a conglomeration of snakes.

The ferret let out a terrified "Eep!" as more vines wrapped around his extremities and hoisted him upright into the air. They were soft to the touch, but firm as they wrapped tightly around his wrists and torso. The scent of clove and cinnamon was overwhelming as one vine rose up between his legs and bloomed into a gorgeous orchid flower. Lush pink spots and dark red stripes decorated the white petals circling an ominous black pit in the center of the bloom. Like a cobra, it stared him down menacingly as more vines tangled around him. They slipped between the buttons of his shirt and constricted around his body, holding the poor ferret tight. Another vine wrapped itself around his tail, causing the beige, cream, and brown swirls to be interrupted by a vibrant emerald. Java felt powerless in this gargantuan specimen's grasp, and by the look of the flower vibrating with excitement above him, his captor knew it.

The tendrils underneath his shirt trailed down the fur of his belly, eliciting a few nervous giggles from the ferret as they excited his ticklish stomach. Those giggles turned to worried gasps as they made their way underneath his trousers and wrapped themselves around his sex.

"W-woah there, man! Why you gotta be so thirsty all of a sudden?" Java muttered as he moved his crotch to the side in order to avoid the perverted tendrils. It wasn't clear if he was reprimanding the plant or the erection beginning to tent in his pants.

Despite his attempts, the vines managed to curl underneath his taint and over the base of his shaft, as more vines joined them underneath his clothes. A couple wrapped around his thighs and tugged at his firm cheeks while others deftly clung to the waistline of his pants and tugged them down past his ankles.

Java's mind raced with questions about the plant and what it's intents were. Was the ferret just a toy for the creature to play with or were there more sinister plans in mind? For the time being, it seemed like the former as the thick vines soothed his thigh muscles with a gentle massage. The tendril around his package circled his hardening length before the very tip brushed against the smooth flesh of his cock. The ferret winced before letting out a pleased sigh as he couldn't decide whether he could trust his captor or not. One thing was for sure, it knew all the things that made him tick.

The tendril cruelly teased him with the slightest touch to his prick. It didn't so much stroke his member as it did dance around it with the occasional sweeping motion across the throbbing maleness. Java was so entranced by the hypnotising motions of the vine, he didn't notice the blossom above him inching closer until it was drooling amber sap onto his beige belly.

Java flexed his muscles in an attempt to break free from the plant's grasp, but to no avail. Every movement he made, caused the vines to latch on tighter to the mustelid's body. The one teasing his member suddenly wrapped tightly around the base of his package, holding it steady for the drooling flower to envelope. The ferret's green eyes widened as the petals of the flower suddenly snapped around his cock and gradually slid down the length. To his surprise, the flower itself was gentle and soft as it wrapped around the girth of his manhood. The inner walls were textured with subtle bumps and ridges that tickled his skin while viscous sap coated the shaft.

There must have been something in the secretion, because as it seeped into his fur and skin, he felt a sudden burst of arousal surge through his body. A loud moan welled up inside his chest, and as he let it ring free into the greenhouse, his hips bucked excitedly into the flower. His head felt dizzy with lust and he could feel his cock throbbing excitedly inside the blossom, which contracted around the length as it swiveled from side to side. The fear he had towards the flower quickly dissipated in the presence of overwhelming lust. He had an unquenchable need to feel something, anything pressing against his drooling cock, and lucky for him the mysterious plant was an eager volunteer.

The vines around his thighs rubbed against his perineum with their tips as his whole body shivered with sexual energy. The ferret cooed breathy moans as the flower moved up and down his cock with increasing fervor. His normally cream furred face was now stained with a bright pink blush that matched his twitching nose. The plant seemed to know every spot on the ferret that would get him to thrust his hips, sigh with pleasure, and drip more pre into its waiting receptacle. The vines spiraled around his torso matching the swirls of brown fur on his back. They massaging and played with his body on all sides: some massaging his aching muscles, others flicking against his nipples, all while the flower continued to milk his quivering rod.

The flower had an almost suction like quality to it, coaxing the translucent slick fluid out of his cock and sucking it down into the depths of its stem while it moved from tip to base. It held tight to his thick pink member as if thirsty for the end result of its work. Java felt his release nearing, his balls rising in their sack and his muscles tightening. However, the plant seemed to freeze just as he was about to teeter over the edge. He sighed in long breathy huffs as his body relaxed. His cock was still unspent with his satisfaction at the mercy of the plant.

The vines on his perineum then spread his buttcheeks to expose the tight hole between them. The plant's final vine made its way towards him with its intents well-known to the ferret. Java didn't mind in the slightest, especially when he saw it coat itself in the same aphrodisiac sap that had dripped onto his belly and cock. It poked against the tight rear gingerly before pushing itself inside. The ferret's paws splayed out as it stretched the rim just enough to gain entrance.

It slid inside with long but slow motions, gradually stretching the walls of the ferret rear as the sap aided its decent. Java felt a sense of full contentment as it wiggled around inside of him. The sap went to work quickly and made him clench tightly around the vine, eager to feel it thrust inside of him. He gasped as it prodded his sensitive prostate and once it found the precious walnut, it didn't hesitate in swirling around it and pushing against it gleefully.

The flower resumed gliding up and down his erection, its lip-like petals reaching down to the base of his small knot before exposing the bottom half of his shaft to the warm sunlight. He writhed in pleasure as his both his cock and tailhole were bombarded with feelings of bliss. The plants worked with his body like a machine, efficiently and to maximum effect. He could tell that every vine was working in tandem to achieve the same goal.

Once again, the ferret felt himself nearing his limit, but this time the flower and vines didn't slow down in their movements. Instead, they hastened their pace to send him into release. Vines convulsed around him, the tendril buried in his ass thrust back and forth, and the blossom around his cock sucked greedily around his sensitive knot.

Java's muscles tensed in preparation, and what started as a submissive whimper turned into a loud gleeful moan. His hips bucked into the awaiting flower, shooting hot white spunk deep into the suckling vine. His orgasm was so powerful and plentiful that it spurted out from the mouth of the flower and onto the floor below. It washed over him like a tidal wave of relief as yearning for gratification had finally arrived. When his cock finally relaxed, he had given enough ferret seed to rival the watering he'd given the plant before. Even still, the sap of the plant kept him as rock hard as ever and once the afterglow of his climax faded, he was hungry for another round.

Just then, Java heard the chimes of the store entrance jingle and not too soon after, his boss walked into the greenhouse. The badger stared at the scene before her slack-jawed and amazed. The ferret couldn't tell if she was about to yell at him in anger or scream in terror at the size of the plant sucking on his erect prick. To Java's surprise, she did neither.

"I uh... I'm going to need more coffee before I have to deal with this." she said as she fumbled to the door. "I'll be right back, Java! Sit tight!"

The ferret turned his attention away from the badger, who had already made her way out of the door. He gazed lazily at the plant, which looked just as thirsty as it had minutes before. He called out to his now absent boss, "That's cool, Laura. Me and Big Green here are just going to chill with the radical vibes for a lil' longer."

The orchid liked the sound of that.