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Mira needed out of her life. The peacock just broke up with her longtime boyfriend, and just everything was in the air. Friends, the workspace they shared, the apartment whose lease was only halfway through. She did not tell her boyfriend where she was going, she just chartered a flight--called her work to take some of her vacation days, and now woke at a hostel for a remote island. The warm humidity felt good to wake in when her home in the north still lived in winter. Tail-feathers a little stiff, the blue peacock sat up in her cot. She rubbed her eyes then stood and stretched. The colorful fan of her tail spread out with her arms. She yawned, and decided to get breakfast. Habitually, she checked her phone, then remembered she had put it on airplane mode.

Without a mirror, she did put on her camera and put it in selfie mode so she might preen herself a little. No sense in looking sad and miserable as she felt. Her coat was fairly average for a male-born peacock. Brilliant blue mixed with a white mask around her green eyes, crown of flashy feathers, with emerald feathers running down her arms. The wing feathers that ran down to her scaly hands were like fine downy sleeves that made her seem like a walking jewelry display when she moved through the world. Honestly, Mira was stunning and fuck her boyfriend for not seeing that.

Mira got some coffee and breakfast at the hostel, a little courtesy for her stay before she decided to go hiking. The island she was on could be traversed in a single day, and, still feeling impulsive, she ventured off without much thought towards supplies. She wore a summer skirt tailored to open around her tail, with a tank-top that matched the blue of her feathers.

Mira hiked for perhaps an hour, following a tourist trail. She enjoyed the sight of verdant trees and flowers, feral birdsongs and other animals working through the jungle. Eventually, she stopped as the scent of something teased her senses. It was sweet. The way a fresh bloomed flower might sometimes be. And something else to the smell. It made her a little short of breath.

Mira glanced up and down the trail she was on. She saw no one else walking the trail. The peacock's nares flared as she took in another breath. The scent was coming to her left, away from the trail. She decided whatever flower this was, she would pick it so she might carry it with her on her walk. She stepped off the trail, weaving her way carefully around jungle undergrowth. The scent became stronger, and made her buzz a little with pleasure. All her anguish for the last week started seeming petty and small.

Before Mira knew it she stood in a clearing. Someone staked a sign at its edge, but Mira could not read the language it was in. It was odd, the jungle's undergrowth suddenly stopped. In the middle of the clearing was a tree and for ten paces all around it nothing grew but the bright purple flowers next to the tree's roots. The tree looked like some kind of willow, though, its hanging branches only obscured its trunk. They did not sweep down to the ground and cover up those flowers. Something like this felt carefully cultivated by someone. She supposed the sign was meant to tell anthros not to mess with their plants.

Maybe Mira shouldn't take one of the flowers then. But a closer smell might not hurt? Yeah, just a little bit more of that musk. She stopped in the clearing. When had the smell turned musky? Almost like...

She shook her head. Maybe it was something blooming on the tree that she smelled. Mira got closer and knelt at the foot of the tree. She definitely smelled musk. She smelled both. This close, she could see the willow's trunk. And seeing it, she gawked, brain unsure how to process what she saw.

It was the size of a football. A reptilian eye inside the bark, bright purple like the flowers.

Mira knew dread or something should be filling her, but the scent of the clearing was keeping her still. Things were fine. Nevermind she felt something... snakelike working across her ankle. It felt smooth and a little cool to her scaly foot. She wanted to look down, but she could not look away from that eye. It felt like it studied her--like a predator might. An intelligence there that, when she recognized it, forced the fear she needed to turn and run.

The root around her ankle tripped her immediately. Mira squawked as she fell to the ground, turning over to see the thing now wrapped around her ankle was some kind of vine or tentacle. Mira reached for it and tried to tear her ankle free, but the vine held fast. She groaned and tugged on it some more. Then, with horror, she noticed the soil all around her bubbling, and it occurred to her this clearing was no person's work. And that sign was trying to warn her.

Dozens of vines whipped out from the dirt. Mira screamed as they coiled around her. Before she could even think to call for help, a vine wrapped around her throat and squeezed tight. She coughed and wheezed, thrashing on the ground while more vines restrained her arms, her legs. Their grip like tight bands of steel. They pulled arms and legs splayed out. The vine around her throat slackened its grip. She took a deep, choking breath. Mira coughed raggedly, and looked around. Vines wrapped around her middle, three on each of her limbs. And then dozens more that just... hung over her like they watched her. They blocked her view from all directions except toward the tree. The willow had parted its branches so that eye could look directly at her.

Mira craned her neck in the direction she thought the road was. She screamed, "He--" The vine around her neck choked off anymore sound. It held her tighter this time, as if making a threat: no more noise. The peacock whined. All she might do is squirm in this monster's grip. She took the hint, though. When it released her neck a second time, all she did was try to breathe.

And more of that musky scent poured into her lungs. Her adrenaline, once pumping, started to become muddled. Mira's muscles relaxed a little. She knew, with some alarm, it was the scent of this tree. That honeyed-musk making her dumb and complacent. But Mira did not have any way to stop it. Either someone might come and save her, or this thing would...

Well Mira still had the presence of mind not to imagine how exactly a tree might consume her.

Some time passed, until, eventually, Mira had begun to get sleepy. Her green eyes carried a glazed look. It should have upset her how good she had begun to feel in this tree's clutches. Like she was suspended in some hazy fog of pleasure. No need to even try to struggle.

Then the vines started moving her. This alarmed her enough to pull her from her reverie, while they carried her like some puppet to the willow. Her hands were planted against the tree, legs spread and out far enough she did not step on any of those flowers at the willow's base. All the same, the tree's branches closed around her, obscuring her from view. In the shade, that eye practically glowed as it looked her up and down.

Mira still could not move. Her face hung a foot away from that eye, but the tree's musk still numbed any terror she might otherwise feel. The peacock felt a new vine work up around her legs. This one leaked something sticky and slimy. It dripped down her scaled leg, got caught in her feathered thighs as it wrapped up and up...

She gasped when the vine touched the fabric of her cotton panties. She had just enough freedom to look down and saw wrapped around her right leg was a fleshy red vine. It reminded her of a canine's dick. And a horrifying sense of clarity struck Mira. Yet she could not bring herself to struggle. Her mind rebelled frantically, but her body was no longer her own. The vine rubbed right against her cloaca. Her panties pushed against it. She shuddered as the vine rubbed her more and more. Her cloaca began to puff up. She was getting aroused.

Another vine worked up her left leg. As one continued to rub her sex, the other went right past. More of its fluids dripped across her feathers, and when it seeped past her coat to her flesh, she felt her skin tingle. She started to get hot. The vine on her left leg worked under her skirt, inside the waist band of her panties. It took only a firm jerk, a slight pinch in her hips before her panties were ripped in two. They fell down her other leg. Her skirt was left undisturbed. This new vine worked under it and up into her tank-top.

Meanwhile, the vine between her things began to rub her cloaca in earnest. Cheeks burning, Mira moaned. Horrified how easily her body yielded. She had never even bottomed in her life. But despite her arousal, her cock remained flaccid in her vent. The vine worked its way inside her. Her bottom quaked as she was pried open by a vine thicker than her dick. It pushed inside. Then a gout of that sap spewed inside her slit. Mira came. She did not know if she produced anything, but she felt her knees buckle. Her internal testes clenched and her dick ached in her vent as that simple penetration and sap sent her pleasure she had never felt.

The other vine had worked steadily up her chest. It coiled around one of her breast. Her shirt became wet from sap, and her nipple stood out as it was prodded and teased in time with her orgasm. The poor peacock nearly went limp, but the willow's firm grip kept her from falling over. When she managed to regain her senses, she was panting weakly. Her brain felt numb from pleasure. It was no longer her body yielding, her mind was starting to break for this tree as well. When she looked up, it almost seemed like the eye was pleased with her.

At the same time, she liked pleasing him.

Her tail-feathers fanned out. She mumbled, "Mo-more... please." She lifted her ass and tried to hump down into the vine stirring up her cloaca. The vine teasing her breast had started moving up her body again. Still coiled around her breast, she felt it slip and tighten in the vine's grip as it worked up her front, around her neck and then coiled to her cheek. Mira knew what the willow wanted. She opened her beak and turned her head so the vine could more easily slip into her mouth. Sap spilled across her tongue and she radiated heat.

Mira's pleas and whines were muffled now. The vine kept her beak pried open and seemed unperturbed at its sharpness. She could relax her mouth as it pumped inside her. Pulling in then out. It squeezed her breast. It fucked her face. Mira's eyes rolled back a little. Sap poured into her body from both ends and filled her with bliss upon bliss.

She did not know how long the tree fucked her like that. She had reached a new level of complacency. Her old life didn't matter. She belonged to this willow now. And he was not done with her.

Mira felt something work under her tail-feathers. This a little more tapered in its tip. The vine forced itself past her pucker in a simple thrust. Mira barely made a sound as she was taken there for the first time. Her master pried her open and started fucking her asshole. The sap made the entry burn pleasantly. Her prostate was banged over and over, a sharp bright spike of pleasure in her like a solar flare to her sun. She moaned gladly around the vine now pumping languidly into her throat. She was being filled with fluids. Prepared as a vessel for her new master.

Something bumped her rear entrance. It felt like a knot. The vine ramming her backend got rougher. Her body rolled forward. He held her still, pulled her back onto the vine's thrusting till his master split her open. On a knot--but there was another. She felt it pushing at her pucker while first knot inside her smothered her prostate. The willow ripped the current knot out of her and Mira screamed. But it was a scream of pleasure. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the knot slammed back inside, with the second. Then a third. Forced out then in. She screamed again. It was an agony she relished.

Without realizing it, her dick had finally gotten hard. The nine inch shaft dripped a steady stream of cum on the flowers beneath her. She saw that, then when she looked up she saw the unmistakable expression of bliss glowing in her master's eye. It gave Mira a wave of euphoria. Her dick spurted and her ass clenched down on five knots inside her. Her stomach had distended at the forceful entry, but her body now seemed elastic for the willow. Her pleasure endless.

Mira felt the vine in her ass begin to flex inside her. She squirmed and tried to roll her hips, and then she felt it. Those weren't knots on the vine, but something inside it. Something her master now forced inside Mira. The willow was seeding her. Mira clenched down. Begging all she could for it, desperate for her new master to breed her. When she felt the last one deposited inside her, a massive wave of sappy spunk washed inside her as well. Her stomach began to bloat. Her eyes opened wide. She was completely his, and when her eyes met his, it was a set of matching violet eyes meeting the willow's one.

And he instructed his new violet-eyed peacock. She would find a good place to plant these seeds. Then she would come back to her master and be his toy until he was ready to seed her again. And that would be her life now. No shitty boyfriends. No crappy jobs. Just her, and the willow. Her master.

Her master, not satisified yet, renewed breeding the pregnant looking peacock. And Mira could not be happier. Spit-roasted and drooling like a pleasure-dumb beast for her master's entertainment.