Runaway Experiment Redux: Part 3 - Relocation
For almost a week the super plant had been swimming through the ocean, staying close to the surface. Its massive vines kicked the body forward, using the motions of a jellyfish to propel it through the water. The plant had used the energies it harvested from its last meal to make use of some jellyfish DNA, which was in its system after the injections made by Tanzi back at the research facility. Though the plant still did not like the seawater, the DNA had allowed it to secrete a kind of thin layer of jelly that insulated its body from the salty water. Plus, the DNA had also given it the means of traversing the oceans in search of a new habitat.
Its journey was not uneventful. Several times it had to dive deeper beneath the surface to avoid being cut up by the propellers of a cruise ship or giant oil tanker. At one point it encountered a pod of dolphins, which swam alongside the plant for a good while. They squeaked and chirped, seemingly sensing what was inside the plant's body. The plant paid no heed to them, since the dolphins were not the kind of prey it was interested in. However, the pod swam away when a pair of hungry tiger sharks attacked. One shark managed to bite a good chunk out of the plant's skin, tearing away the protective covering. The plant was revolted by the touch of salt water on its wound and decided to defend itself. Even as its cells quickly worked to repair the wound, the plant's vines lashed out and snagged both sharks in a tangled mass. The vines then proceeded to crush the sharks, breaking their bones and drowning them. Once the threat was neutralized the plant swam on, leaving behind the two dead sharks.
Finally the plant could sense it was approaching land. The ocean was becoming shallower the closer it got to shore. The plant swam close to the surface until a portion of its skin broke through the waves. Its senses weren't as good in the water; there was just too much interference. It came up to see what the shore looked like and whether there was any prey to hunt on it, for it was very hungry after such a long trip.
Bongo grasped the handles of her board tightly as she windsurfed on the waves some distance from the Huskyville beach. The female husky was a 5'7 athletic build with big hips, strong thighs, and ample breasts, wearing only a red bikini. She had mostly golden fur except for her face, chest, tummy, and butt, where the fur was white instead. Her long blonde hair blew in the wind as she flew over the water. Her eyes were a bluish green but appeared even greener against the red two-piece swimsuit she wore. Her tail was big, fluffy, curled and was mostly white with just a little bit of golden fur on the tip.
Riding on her yellow windsurfing board and wearing a bikini allowed Bongo to do two things that she enjoyed more than most: surfing and showing off her body. She had come to this large coastal town for a vacation she really needed, and was enjoying the sun and surf to the fullest. The husky smiled, feeling the cool sea spray blow over her as she bounced off a large wave. She did a quick rotation in the air for anyone watching her, and then landed skillfully back on the water and continued on.
Bongo went a bit further out, hoping to catch a wave in its early stages so she can ride along it as it grew. The breeze was nice and cool on her moist fur and her tail wagged. The husky found a nice wave forming and begin to ride on top of it.
Suddenly her board struck something and came to an almost immediate halt. Momentum though caused Bongo to continue on, her paws slipping off the handles. The husky skidded on the water surface with her feet for a brief second, and then splashed into the sea. When she broke the surface, spitting out seawater that she accidentally gulped, Bongo wiped her face dry, then looked around. Everything had happened so fast that she was still confused as to what happened.
"Whoa. What a wipe out." Bongo said to herself. "What did I hit?"
What she had hit was the plant. The impact from the board had been so violent that the plant was temporarily stunned. It floated with the current and sank somewhat as it tried to recover its senses. It didn't take too long. Once the plant had regained control it tried to sense what it was that had hit it. It picked up the object in the water above, floating there without any kind of intelligent movement. Then it detected something else close to the object. It was moving in the water, staying close to the surface. One of its vines moved closer to check what it was. When the sensors managed to pick up the signals, the plant realized it was another prey. This was too good a chance for the plant to pass up. The vine moved closer, snaking through the water towards this new victim.
Bongo swam towards her board, thinking that she probably struck a sandbank or maybe a clump of free-floating seaweed. She didn't really think it would be a sandbank though; she was far enough out that most would have eroded. Suddenly she felt something smooth and slimy slide around her left leg. The husky didn't feel alarmed at all, thought she did feel a bit disgusted.
"Yuck! So it is seaweed." Bongo growled, and with that she jerked her left leg free of the seaweed that had she had caught.
But then her left foot got caught in the seaweed again. As Bongo prepared to pull it loose again, she felt something was wrong. It could feel it slithering up and around her ankle and leg, almost as if it was alive. The husky decided to dive under the water and check what it was. She took a deep breath, then dove in under the waves.
Underwater, Bongo brought her legs up to see what had snagged her. To her surprise what she saw was no seaweed. It was kind of long, green tentacle. Her eyes followed the length to where it had come from. That's when she became really frightened. A huge creature, half the size of a school bus, was floating nearby. It looked like a jellyfish or a squid, but it was all the wrong colors and looked more plant like. What caught Bongo's attention was that the thing's tentacles were all rushing through the water towards her.
Bongo tried to kick herself away from the creature, but its tentacles reached her in a blink of an eye. They started to make grabs for her arms and legs and anywhere they could get a hold, including Bongo's bikini. But Bongo wasn't going to make herself an easy target. She kicked and jerked her legs and arms and they slid easily from the tentacles. The very smooth, slick skins were like soap, unable to keep a good grasp on the husky. In fact, all they could do was snap off the female's bikini top and bottom. Bongo blushed when she saw her swimsuit being torn away and pulled to the creature. At least now she was free of the thing and she surfaced for air.
The plant found it difficult to hold the female. The jelly layer that kept the salt water at bay was unfortunately also preventing it from getting a firm hold on the prey. It would have to use another method to get this prey into its grasp. The plant decided to try something new. On its skin a new vine sprouted, which did not look much different from the others except for some veins traveling along its length. The vine snaked through the water towards its victim.
Bongo gasped for air as she broke the surface. She shook her head dry and looked around for her windsurf board. The husky had thought about calling for help, but then decided it would be quicker to get to her board and make her escape on the waves. She spotted the brightly-colored board nearby and started to kick towards it, ignoring the fact that she was completely naked.
Suddenly something slid in between her buttocks and touched her tailhole. Bongo gasped, then yelped out in surprise as the thing wiggled its way into her ass. Her anal muscles clenched tightly, but the lengthy thing was already sliding past her pucker into her body. The husky stopped swimming and reached down. She grasped the smooth tentacle and at once realized what was going on. She tried to pull out it, but it kept going into her body and besides that he paws could not get a hold on the tentacle. Bongo yelped in surprise again when she felt the tip of the tentacle inflate very quickly in body.
"Get out of me, you stupid thing!" Bongo growled. "I didn't you permission to..."
The tentacle yanked, but the bulge was now so big that it couldn't get out of Bongo's ass. As a result it acted like an anchor, pulling the husky with it. Bongo was only able to make a quick yipe before she was pulled beneath the waves.
Bongo felt the water rush over her nude body as she was pulled down butt-first, her arms, legs and long hair trailing along. That, combined with the tugging sensation inside her butt, brought forth a funny kind of sensation that felt good to the husky. But she also felt her lungs burn. She didn't get a good gulp of air before being dragged under. She had to escape. Bongo tried to reach back and grasp the tentacle in her ass, but the rushing current made it difficult. She began to make out the giant shape of the creature in the water as she got closer, as well as the other tentacles greedily reaching for her. Bongo then saw one tentacle had a thick trail of bubbles coming from its tip. Could that be air? The husky certainly needed it!
As soon as the air tentacle was close enough, Bongo made a grab for it with both paws. She grasped it and brought to her face. It seemed to have some kind of cup or respirator tip, but Bongo didn't dwell long on it. She quickly placed it over her muzzle and took a deep breath. With relief, she felt her lungs fill up with oxygen again. Her relief was short-lived, however. The tentacle's cup tip grew over her muzzle and attached itself securely, while the other lengths lassoed her arms, legs and waist. With the oxygen Bongo started to fight back, twisting and jerking to free herself. But while she was able to slip free of the tentacles around her body, the husky could not get the one with the bulbous tip out of her ass. When Bongo looked again she saw she was right by the giant creature. The female could see that the tentacles in her butt and on her face were coming from an opening in a... flower? A huge flower drifted at the tip of another tentacle coming out of the thing's body.
"So this thing is a plant?" Bongo muttered into the tentacle over her face. Suddenly her nostrils were bombarded with some kind of gas. The husky immediately started to feel woozy and moments later she could feel the strength sapping away from her muscles. Her struggles became more and more feeble and she felt as if her mind was falling sleep. Bongo tried to fight the effects, but she was so drugged that she no longer even tell if she was in the water or not.
Once the plant felt the prey cease it struggles it began to reel her in. It wanted to stimulate her right now to get her energies, but the essential jelly layer would not be able to conduct the energy as well. Thus, if the plant tried to harvest her most of her released nourishment would be lost. So it had to get her in its belly first. The victim's butt was the first part of her body to be pushed through the flower mouth, then it worked up her legs and back; next came her chest and breasts and shoulders, followed by her neck and upper arms. Finally her head and lower arms were pulled in, leaving only whispy long hair and her limp paws still floating in the water. But the vines pulled Bongo a little deeper until they disappeared into the closing mouth.
Inside the stem the husky's body was clearly visible on the outside. But this time, instead of being dragged down immediately, the victim had the shoot tighten around her, making her naked features even more visible on the skin. The plant did this so as to remove as much of the salt water as it could, expelling it back out through the mouth and the veins on the petals. Once the husky had been dried out, so to speak, the shoot loosened up again to allow her to be pulled down into the plant's bulky, floating mass.
The victim was taken down into the belly and finally deposited into an awaiting harvest pod. After sealing it up the husky recovered from the toxins and stood up. The plant felt a little movement from inside the pod as she tried to force herself out. The plant reacted by starting to pump in the preservation fluid and sending vines to grab her arms and legs, pulling her into position. More vines then went into her lower holes, digging into their new homes and beginning the stimulation. The plant attached the cup vines to her breasts to further tease the victim as well as to harvest her milk for the feeding mixture it used to keep the victims alive. Finally the oxygen and nourishment vine latched to her face and entered her mouth. Right away it started the feeding process just as the pod filled up.
After that it only took a few minutes for Bongo to be brought to orgasm. The plant felt her thrash and rock about inside the pod, and the sexual energies coursing through the neural veins inside the vines. The plant took up these fresh energies, savoring the taste and feeling its hunger fade for a moment. This was a good catch as it let the husky victim rest before the next reaping session. Plus, the method of using bulb vines had worked so well the plant decided to add it to its repertoire of hunting devices. This could be useful later on.
Even so, this single prey was not enough to completely drive away the hunger. It helped, but not enough. The plant continued swimming towards the shore, leaving behind Bongo's torn bikini top and bottom floating in the water.
Approaching the shoreline the plant could sense dozens and dozens of potential meals. Some were lying on the beach, some were in the water and some were going about their business. However, they were all clustered too close together for the plant to go and snatch them without raising an alarm. Not only that, but the open beach and the swallow waters would make it difficult if not almost impossible to hide from its prey. It would need to find a more secluded, less crowded part of the beach.
The plant swam along the shore, keeping its distance, until it found something promising: a large pier jutted out from the shore into the sea. The Huskyville Beach Tourist Pier stretched out a good distance into the sea, ending in a platform where a small Ferris wheel, food stands and other forms of entertainment and recreation were located. As the plant approached the pilings under the pier it could detect large numbers of creatures going about above it. The plant's vines wrapped around the pilings so as not to get swept away by currents and began to make its way along the underside of the pier. When it reached shallow water it became a little more tricky to pull its bulk up onto the sand. Fortunately, the beach area where the pier joined land was much more isolated (probably due to the many rocks jutting from the sand) and the underside was dark enough to hide the plant. It got onto the sand and dragged itself on until it was under the shaded security of the boardwalk.
Settling down, the plant sent out its vines to scan the beach for food.
On the opposite coastline where Huskyville was located was the holiday city of Eastrock. Geologically the city was divided into two parts: a large island that sat in a neat crescent bay in the shore. Most of the city, including most residential areas and industrial regions, were located on shore. The island had the tall skyscrapers as well as the expensive hotels and the luxury homes of the extremely wealthy. The white beaches were broken up only by the occasional dock for yachts and pleasure craft. In this part of the world the sun was low in the sky and the city was bathed in the glow of dusk.
One of the luxury houses on the island was a large mansion with a red-tiled roof and cream-colored walls, its gardens a jungle that neatly hid the lawns and swimming pool. A high wall with devils fork surrounded the property with a single, elaborate automatic gate leading in. By all accounts the mansion, while awesome, looked just like the many others on the island. Inside the living room this image was reinforced. The room was large and spacious, reaching up to the second floor balcony. Expensive future was arranged in a crescent around a big plasma screen. Underneath the screen was an entertainment centre with everything from DVD-players to Playstations. Fancy paintings and potted plants made the room look even more luxurious.
Three females were sitting around on the couches by the television. Airie the arctic wolf, Tsing-tao the Siamese cat and Lithium the dark elf were waiting on the couches for the mansion's owner to appear. The trio had each received the earlier calls to come to the mansion for a briefing, since they were more than what their day jobs would suggest. They were mercenaries, working on behalf of the mansion's owner, Mr. Skultz.
"I wonder what he wants this time." Tsing-tao asked the others. The Siamese cat had deep blue eyes that stood out against her soft cream and brown-colored fur. She was very tall and had a fit and lithe body, which suited her job as a building inspector. It also suited her other roles as an infiltrator mercenary and occasional bank robber. The cat wore a blue female business suit which matched her eyes.
"Who knows, as long as we get paid." Lithium shrugged in reply. The drow's long, silver hair stood in stark contrast to her dark ashen skin. Her eyes were a deep red, a characteristic of her kind. Her body was more full-figured and a little more muscled than Tsing-tao's due to her job as both a boxing instructor and bouncer at night clubs. It was also useful during mercenary missions where muscle was needed. She wore a jacket over her tight white tank top and also wore denim jeans that reached down to her black and white sneakers.
"And get to go somewhere else for a change." Airie added. The arctic wolf's fur was white all over and made her blue eyes stand out even more. She had long hair that was tied together with a blue band, a long, fluffy tail and an athletic, sexy body that had many of her male (and not a few female) scuba diving and surfing students staring at her as she gave classes by day. And by night she was a professional hacker and spy for those who paid her well. At the moment she wore a blue bikini top, some denim shorts and sneakers.
A soft beep noise made the trio turn their attention towards the plasma screen. As they looked the screen switched itself on, showed a brief moment of static and finally got the right signal. A fur in a wheelchair appeared on the screen, apparently somewhere in a study (since the females could see shelves of books in the background). The fur was Sir Hood the male hyena, a big name in the world of business and well-known eccentric. He was very old, his once-handsome body ravaged by age and the car accident that left him wheelchair-bound, and wore a deep red smoking jacket.
"Good evening, girls." Hood greeted the females in an old but enthusiastic voice. "Glad you could make it here."
"Hi, Hood." The females greeted the old fur, smiling back at him.
"Now, let's get down to business." Hood said. "Do any of you recall that news story about that sex plant that ran amuck in Furtropolis some time ago?"
"Sure do." Lithium responded first. "It was all over every paper and magazine and the late night news. It was a media field day."
Airie and Tsing-tao nodded their heads in agreement. They also knew from all the media reports about the strange plant and its stranger, and kinkier, way of collecting sustenance.
"Good." Hood said. "Because I've gotten word from one of my... sources that a second specimen was created and had escaped the military's control. I want you girls to go and capture this new plant for me."
The three females looked at each other in surprise. They knew that Hood was eccentric and had often sent them on missions to get some strange. Even so, this announcement that he wanted the sex plant was a new one.
Airie finally looked back at Hood. "Capture this plant, Hood? Are you sure about that?"
Hood nodded his head. "Absolutely, Airie. I'm too old to go and hunt it myself, so I'm asking you three to go and do it. Of course, I've read all information on this plant I could find and understand why you might be... hesitant to take up this job."
"If you pay us well, we won't hesitate to do the job." Airie said, with Tsing-tao and Lithium nodding their heads with her. Truthfully, Airie was a little hesitant about going after this plant, considering that they could end up inside of it as victims themselves. However, they were all interest in money and would gladly go after the plant if it meant a good paycheck at the end.
"I knew you'd say that." Hood grinned, though coughed a little bit before continuing. "That's why I want you to go and take a look at that suitcase on that coffee table over there." The hyena inclined his head towards a small table underneath one particularly big painting. A silver suitcase was the sole object on it.
Airie, Tsing-tao and Lithium got up and went over to the coffee table. The arctic wolf unlocked the suitcase and lifted the lid. Immediately the trio stared at the contents of the suitcase: three rows of bank note bundles, each tied with a neat rubber band, were inside. Airie picked up one bundle and looked at the denomination of the note. She became even more surprised when she discovered that each note was worth 5,000 credits.
"Five thousand?" Tsing-tao said almost breathlessly.
"A million in each row for each of you." Hood explained, making the girls turn their attention back to him. "And you do this job I've give you double the same amount in addition."
Airie, Tsing-tao and Lithium looked at each other, big grins on their faces. A cool three million for each of them? This was definitely they could not refuse. Not that they actually want to. All three females became mercenaries for that very reason.
"You got yourself a deal, Hood." Airie finally said, closing the suitcase and giving it to Lithium. They then headed back to their places on the furniture.
"Excellent, excellent." Hood leaned back in his wheelchair, sliding his fingers between each other and resting his paws on his lap. "Now this plant has somehow managed to elude the military and they suspect that it had somehow managed to get off the island where it was created. Judging from all the information I've received from my source, I'd say the plant has probably gone to the town of Huskyville on the west coast."
"What makes you think it's gone to Huskyville, Hood?" Tsing-tao asked.
"I have a hunch. Since the plant will be looking for food it will head to the nearest source. Huskyville, though still far away from the island, is the closest place. And my hunches have rarely been proven wrong." Hood added with a little smirk.
None of the females would argue against that. Hood's frail body hid a remarkable mind that brought him from a hard, scrabbled childhood to the pinnacle of success. The hyena always managed to successfully judge how the economic winds would blow and every business that he's established have become major moneymakers. Many of his competitors dismissed him as a flake whenever he presented radical business plans or strategies. Today those competitors are either out of business, have been taken over by Hood's business empire or are even working for him. Because of his amazing business acumen, as well as his generous philanthropy, everyone was more than happy to put up with his strange eccentricities. Including the girls.
Hood continued. "I've gathered all the information I could get on the plant. Copies and photos are in those folders over there." He inclined his head again, this time to another coffee table where three yellow folders lay. "Also included are my special credit cards for any expenses on your mission."
The hyena leaned forward, looking with a smile at the females. "I trust you three girls will be able to get this specimen for me. Good luck and happy hunting." Hood finished before picking up a remote control, pointing at the screen and turning it off.
Airie, Tsing-tao and Lithium waved goodbye to Hood, then looked at each other when the plasma screen switched off. "Three million for this job. I'm definitely in." Tsing-tao said without hesitation.
"Count me in too. Yiffy or not, this plant's ours." Lithium said.
"So am I." Airie agreed. She, like the others, wanted the money from this job and was not going to let this pass up. She stood up. "Let's look at these files. We got work to do."
The females sat up and went over to the table. Each of them picked up a folder, then sat down and began to study the information contained within them. In a few hours time they will gather up their gear and depart for Huskyville, hoping to catch themselves a super plant.
Two male otter brothers, Slick and Francis, were on their regular patrol of the Huskyville beaches. Dressed only in bright red swimming trunks and carrying a pair of floats, the brothers' fit, brown-furred bodies drew plenty of attention from the females on the beach. But Slick and Francis were not here to show off and enjoy themselves. They were lifeguards, scanning the beaches and the ocean waves for any signs of trouble, distress or something out of the ordinary.
Slick and Francis continued along the beach, finding nothing unusual going on. At one point they came into sight of the Huskyville Beach Tourist Pier and the connecting boardwalk that ran alongside the beach. They decided to continue on the beach rather than head on the boardwalk, since the rocky outcroppings on this section of sand tended to make it more secluded. They continued on, breaking from the crowds that flowed on and off the boardwalk. The beach here was not as crowded as elsewhere. In fact, Francis noticed that they couldn't see any beachgoers here.
"I don't see anybody here. Strange, there are always at least a few furs here." Francis noted to his brother.
"Oh, they're probably amongst the rocks were we can't see." Slick shrugged it off. "In fact, I'll be you ten bucks we'll find a couple being kinky around here." The otter smirked.
Francis laughed. "You're on."
Slick and Francis kept on walking. By now the rocks were obscuring the view of the beach they had come from. Though the boardwalk and pier were still visible, their higher elevation meant the crowds on them couldn't see what was going on down below. And it was here the otter brothers started to notice something very odd. Lines of deep drag marks were in the sand, coming from all locations between the rocks. Each line went on for several feet before abruptly becoming a line of sand mounds. All of the lines seemed to head to the underside of the pier. Even odder was that the drag marks were surrounded by a scatter of sun block bottles, coolers, sandals, sunglasses, towels and personal stereos.
"What the hell is going here?" Slick asked, scratching his head in confusion.
"Let's follow these lines. Maybe we'll find the answer where they end." Francis suggested.
Slick nodded in agreement, then the two otters started to walk faster, following the lines along the beach towards the pier. After a short distance the lifeguards saw someone amongst the rocks. A female dragoness was lying on her stomach on a beach towel, the sun reflecting off her electric-blue scales. She was a foot taller than either of the otters and didn't have wings like many of her species. Her body was smoother and a light brown color from the underside of her snout down her neck and chest to between her legs. She wore a two-piece bikini, though the top had been undone and set aside. The dragoness was reading a book through her sunglasses, whose arms were rested on fins coming from the back of her head along with two smooth horns.
The otter brothers approached the dragoness, making her look up. Francis was the one to greet the beachgoer.
"Hello there, Ma'am." Francis greeted the dragoness.
The dragoness grinned, her head moving up and down the two otters' bodies. "Hello there, handsome." She greeted them. "I'm Mira. Come for some fun in the sun?" Mira lifted herself up a little more on her arms, giving the brothers a sneak peek at the top of her well-endowed, scaly breasts.
Both Slick and Francis ignored this approach. It has happened many times before, so they weren't too surprised at the dragoness' unspoken suggestions. "Pardon us, Ma'am." Francis apologized. "But have you seen anything odd going around here?"
Mira took her sunglasses off, revealing her bright blue dragon eyes, and looked around at all the stuff lying about on the beach. "If you mean all this, I'm sorry. I haven't seen anything strange. But then again, I've only arrived a few minutes ago so I could have missed the party. Looks like they had quite a bash in here."
Slick and Francis looked at each other, realizing that Mira had not seen anything odd and that she assumed that all the items on the beach were the leftovers of a big beach party. Slick looked back at the dragoness. "Well, if you see anything strange give us a shout."
"Will do so, handsome." Mira replied with a teasing wink. She then put her sunglasses on again and settled back to resume her reading.
"Let's keep going." Francis suggested to Slick.
"Good idea. Maybe we might find something under the..."
A startled hiss from the dragoness interrupted Slick in mid-sentence. The brothers immediately turned back to her and saw that she was sitting up, her bare back turned to them and thus hiding her exposed breasts from the males. Mira seemed to be struggling with something between her legs. Slick and Francis looked at each other, then back at the dragoness.
"Ma'am? Is something wrong?" Francis asked her.
"Yes!" Mira hissed back in fright. "Something's crawled up my ass! Help me!"
Francis and Slick stared at Mira in surprise. Something up her backside? This was definitely a new thing. They began to step towards the dragoness, when suddenly something pulled at the female. Mira shouted out and fell onto her back, giving the otters a good view of her shapely breasts. Then the dragoness was being dragged along the sand towards the pier, but she was only visible for a second before she was pulled beneath the sand.
The otter lifeguards snapped out of their stare as Mira went under the sand. They could see the sand bulging as the dragoness was dragged beneath the beach. Slick and Francis sprung into action and began to run after her, following the poor female as she left a trail of upturned sand like the other lines in the sand. They kept up as best they could, running after Mira until the otters came into the darkness of the pier's underbelly. The otters stopped, trying to get their eyes to adjust to the dim light beneath pier. When Francis and Slick were finally able to see what was going on, they stopped and stared.
The space beneath the pier's boardwalk was occupied by a huge green mass that had what appeared to be two large purple flowers on stems. A writhing mass of tentacles, or vines or tendrils, came from the mass and even from the flowers. As Slick and Francis' eyes adjusted even more to the shadows, they could see... half-a-dozen females, some naked, some still clad in the scrappy remains of their swimsuits or bikinis that only emphasized their nudity. A few of them clawed at the sand as the vines that seemed to be stuffed up their butts, pulled them under the pier towards the mass while a couple clung desperately to the pilings and pillars. A few others have already lost the fight and were entangled and embedded by the vines, the tentacles going into their mouths, their pussies, their asses. Within the shoots that connected the flowers with the mass the distinct bulges of the thing's earlier victims were visible, while scattered around the thing were the torn remnants of two-piece bikinis, swimsuits, Speedos and swimming trunks.
Mira the dragoness burst out of the sand, a tentacle that had gone into her tailhole bringing her in like a fisherman reeling in a fish caught on the line. She spat out the sand that had gotten into her mouth even as more tendrils wrapped around her legs and arms. One tentacle came and grabbed her bikini bottom, then ripped it apart and let the torn remains falling to the sand. Even as Mira hung upside down the lifeguards could see another vine come up and plunge through the dragoness' barely visible vaginal slit. The dragoness gave out a loud hiss as the thing penetrated her body. Next to Mira another female, this time a deer, had been pulled out of the sand and was having her swimsuit ripped to shreds. Close by, a naked border collie was being stuffed into the opening of a flower head-first, being swallowed up whole and alive.
"Holy shit." Slick said, breathless as he and Francis stared at this mass raping and feeding taking place before their eyes. They had been trained to accept that anything can happen on the beach, but this was so far out that, for the moment, the lifeguards had no idea what to do against this beast.
Mira looked up and saw the two males standing nearby. "Please! Help m... hmph!" The dragoness' words were cut off as a vine thrust itself into her open mouth. Several of the females nearby also noticed the otters and began to plead for help, almost screaming to be saved. This made the brothers snap out of their trance and take action.
"Go and get the others! And the police too!" Slick said to Francis as he grabbed his float. "I'll try and help here!"
"Right!" Francis responded simply.
Francis started to run back the way they had come while Slick charged in and tried to free Mira while beating back the vines with his float can. Francis appeared from under the pier, flinching from the bright sunlight. The otter kicked up sand as he ran up the beach. He needed to get to one of the stations or even to someone with a phone to call for reinforcements. As he ran he saw another bulge in the sand move past him and knew the thing had gotten another victim. Francis was tempted to help, but they needed the help more urgently. Plus they needed to clear the beaches and the boardwalk...
Something suddenly slipped up one of his swimming trunk's legs and pressed hard against his tailhole. Francis gasped from the out-of-nowhere probe and tripped, falling flat onto the sand and dropping his float can. Before he could even recover, the otter shouted out as the thing squeezed itself past his anus ring and into his butt, wiggling, squirming up his exit. His inner flesh muscles instinctively squeezed upon the intrusion, but it continued on unhindered. Francis rolled over and saw with shock one of the thing's vines coming up out of the sand and climb up legs into his ass. He quickly grabbed the vine with both paws and tried to pull it out. But the tentacle was surprisingly strong, not to mention that his paws kept slipping on its smooth skin. Suddenly he felt something big inside in ass, and it was growing bigger. The otter realized that the tendril was bloating its tip into a bulge, making it impossible to pull out of his ass. The sensation made the male gasp and pant, his trunks tenting despite himself.
The vine pulled, the bulge stuck in Francis' butt pulling the otter along on the sand. Francis gave a startled shout as he was being dragged back towards the pier. He shouted out for help, but his cries went unheard by the throngs of furs on the boardwalk. They probably couldn't see the poor male amongst the rocks, either. Francis was about to call out again, when suddenly he was dragged beneath the sand. The otter found himself in darkness, feeling the sand slide over his body. He couldn't move or even breathe, holding his breath while at the mercy of the tentacle reeling him in.
After an eternity (in actual fact it was only about 30 seconds), Francis burst out of the sand. The otter coughed and spat out the sand in his mouth while the tentacle in his ass lifted him into the air. He shook to get as much as sand off as possible and wiped his eyes free of the stuff. When he blinked and looked around, he saw he was back underneath the boardwalk with the monster and its poor victims. It was then that Francis realized that the thing had consumed about but four of its catches: Mira, Slick, a female collie who was dragged past him earlier and himself. To his horror, Francis saw that his brother and the dragoness were already being eaten by the flowers. Mira had been swallowed up head-first, with only her rear, tail and kicking legs still visible outside. He could clearly see the tentacles plunging into her ass and pussy, raping the female dragon out of her mind. Muffled hisses of pleasure came from inside the flower and Francis became more aroused even as he tried to tear his eyes from that revealing sight.
When Francis did manage to get his eyes away from Mira, his eyes settled on his brother Slick. The otter was also being gulped up head-first. Like with the dragoness, a thick vine had gone into the male's ass, but another tentacle seemed to have folded itself over Slick's cock. It seemed to twist and flex, as if it was performing a blowjob on Francis' brother. The torn remains of Slick's red swimming trunks and his float can lie on the sand below.
"Slick!" Francis shouted to his brother, but the only response he got a subdued and even a pleasurable moan from within the plant. What the hell was this thing doing? It seemed to be raping its victims even as it ate them. Next to him the collie's cries for help became muffled, followed by the sound of tearing fabric and snapping straps. The otter did not have to see to know what was going on with the female.
Francis had his own problems, at any rate. He was hanging upside down, the bulge in his butt keeping him in the air. The sensation was both a little painful and very kinky at the same time and the otter could feel his trunks pressing upon his erection. How could he be so aroused at a time like this, Francis wondered in revolt. Even worse, another tentacle had snaked in under his trunks like the first one. But this one slithered on until it came out around the belt, then snaked back on the outside. It yanked hard, pulling the trunks until it tore along the one seam. As the tentacle broke free, it repeated the process with the other side. With the seams torn at both sides Francis saw his trunks fall to the sand below to lie amongst the other remnants.
Francis tried to bend over to see if he could snap the tentacle in his butt and break free. But his upside down position made it hard for the otter to even touch it, let alone grasp it hard enough. To make things worse, two more tentacles and wrapped around his ankles. They pulled his legs upright before coiling around them. But it did make it easier enough for Francis to finally grab the ass tentacle with both paws. He then tried to wring the vine like a towel, but he could not get a proper grip: the shaft was too slick and smooth, as if it was covered in soap. The otter was determined not to be defeated and kept trying. As a result he didn't pay enough attention to three other tendrils coming for him. Two of them caught his arms and pulled them away. Francis tried to jerk his arms free, but he could only budge the tentacles a few inches each time. Just as they straightened the otter, an open cup-like vine went for his face. The lifeguard tried to shake his head left and right, managing to avoid the vine for a few seconds. But the tendril kept making jabs at his head until it finally succeeded in covering his snout. Immediately it sucked hard to secure itself on Francis' face. Francis' eyes sprung wide when this happened.
The lifeguard was trying to think of a plan, when two things happened simultaneously. First, the tendril on his face begun to mix his air with a foul-smelling gas. The next moment Francis was feeling drowsy and incoherent as if he had been drinking too much. His muscles quickly felt tried and lacking strength. As soon as this happened, Francis felt something on his erection that made him moan loudly. A tube or pipe was sliding over his cock, its slick sides teasing his meat. It kept going, engulfing his rod until it touched the point where his rod came out of its sheath. Then it tightened when a powerful sucking action began pulling on his penis. Francis closed his eyes and moaned even loudly, his final resistance crumbling rapidly.
The tendrils started to turn Francis, lifting his arms and head while lowering his legs. But Francis was only paying attention to the sensations coming from his cock. The sucking would stop for a second, then suck again for two seconds before stopping for another second. Add to that the sides of whatever covering his length were sliding left and right against his flesh, and the otter was shaking and quivering from the pleasure while an orgasm was quickly building in his body. The feeling came up from his nutsack until, in a quick rush, it hit Francis hard. His muscles stiffened despite the numbing from the plant toxins and the male groaned out loud. Clenching his eyes, Francis felt his cock throb within the tight, warm confines of its semi-condom while streams of semen spilled out into its prison to be sucked away into the unknown.
When he came down, Francis was totally limp. His deep breaths could be heard through the tendril on his face. The male slowly opened his eyes to find his hands already being pulled into the open mouth of one of the flowers of the thing. He couldn't see the dragoness Mira anywhere or, when he looked to his right at the other flower, his brother Slick. All he could see was the naked body of the limp collie, her holes also stuffed, sliding into the bloom with a soft murr. The otter lifeguard finally closed his eyes to take a nap as his head touched the mouth of the flower swallowing him up. Nearby, three female squirrels were being dragged in by their asses, their screams lost in the noise of the happy tourists thronging the pier above...
The plant sagged, enjoying the sustenance as the last three of its victims were brought into the harvesting process. Its body has grown to a much larger bulk to accommodate the many preys it had caught on the beach. With its hunger now silenced for a while, the plant looked for a better refuge and a way to get into the earth for safety. A deep crack in the foundation of the boardwalk, a product of an earthquake in the region a few years ago, looked like the right place to make an escape. Tendrils wormed into the crack and felt some kind of tunnel filled with waste water. It was big enough for the plant to proceed through.
The tendrils began to secrete the acids on the foundation, letting it eat away and make the crack wider and wider. After some time, the plant was able to squeeze its body through the crack into the sewer tunnel just beyond it. Once inside, the super plant stretched and pulled itself on, making its way into the heart of Huskyville.
FIN
Story by: Gerhard "StrikerSA" Naudé
Airie copyright to: Gerhard "StrikerSA" Naudé
Bongo copyright to: BongoQueen
Proofreading by: Matthew Tierney, Ookamisuke