A Bod in a Pod; Nef's Journeys Pt #1
A Bod in a Pod
Nef's Journeys, PT #1
Nef had been lost in the woods for days now. The anxious were-rottweiler male had never been this far away from his den before, let alone on the other side of the mountain range he called home. The newly discovered valley had all manner of lush plant life he was unfamiliar with, even the scents he sniffed were new to him. The weather here was quite warm, being about 80 degrees and there were streams that criss-crossed the valley floor as he searched for the cave entrance passageway he had stumbled through when discovering this well hidden area.
It wasn't a huge surprise it existed undiscovered, the valley was nestled dead-center in a ring of mountainous area. The likelihood of anybody stumbling on it was impossible, yet he had found the deep curving subterranean tunnel quite by accident. If it hadn't of been for that damned rabbit he was chasing, he'd have never found it. He rose from the ground, stretching his forearms up & out and rubbed his feet a little. the tunnel left him a little tender as the floor was rough & unfinished.
He walked to the edge of a pool near a Cliffside, amazed at the multitude of tremendous vines that grew out of the pool and over onto a nearby dead tree trunk, draping it like a lush green spider's web. Half a dozen massive pods hung low, almost touching the ground. Their lustrous green shells looking almost chitinous and were a little larger that he was. Sparse wide leaves and bright blue flowers decorated the thick ropes of vines that were not only growing on the dead tree, but part way up the cliff side at the base of the pool.
"Fucking rabbit, he should have just let me fuck that sweet little tail hole instead of running" he thought out loud, rubbing his rough hand over his bulging balls & thick sheath. The pink tip peeked out a little and he rubbed a finger claw gently up the sheath slowly, enjoying the sensation a little too much. He stopped the playful masturbation to get on all fours, dipping his muzzle into the pool, lapping up the fresh clean cool water.
While Nef drank deep, thinking of fucking the cotton tail that had evaded him, he failed to notice the slow advance of the plant vine worming it's way toward him from the water. With a lightning stroke of speed, the fibrous plant tentacle shot itself out of the water with little splash, quickly wrapping around Nef's left paw. The startled rotty yelped in shock, trying to pull pack but was instead held in place by another plant vine that had roped the surprised rotty by the neck.
Nef growled, raising his hackles but was unable to bite at the vines that held him captive. Slowly, other vines emerged from the pool, each restraining his wrists & ankles, pulling him slowly into the air, as if in a Saint Andrew's Cross. He struggled in futility, his lean canine muscle no match for the strength of the ropelike vines that ensnared him. A smaller slender vine slowly rose out of the water, the end tipped with a fleshy smooth maw that puckered obscenely, like an overly large tail hole. It touched upon his body, as if sniffing, until it got to his face. The maw let loose a slight hiss as a vapor erupted from it. Startled, Nef inhaled out of reflex, catching a lungful of the sickly sweet fumes.
His head reeled and despite the captivity, his meat slid out of the sheath. Euphoria overtook Nef, this was like nothing he had encountered before, as other smaller vines began to massage and search his body. One damp waxy vine the size of his wrist began rubbing firmly against his tail hole as two of the bright purple flowers opened to reveal sucking hungry mouths that immediately slurped hungrily on his sensitive nipples. the gas spewing maw latched itself over his muzzle, 2 smaller roots violating his nostrils, forcing more of the potent gas deeper into his lungs as a fleshy root invaded his throat, seeking out his stomach.
Losing himself in pure ecstasy, he relaxed as the vines violated his body. Wave after wave of pure sexual stimulation overwhelmed him. The vines lifted him towards the water as one of the monstrous pods that hung nearby opened up, revealing a clamshell like interior filled with what appeared to be thick blue moss. He was laid onto the center of one of the pods. The vines withdrew, leaving Nef spread eagle on his back, head rolling in pure bliss as he lay in the open pod. The interior bed of deep blue moss was surprisingly comfortable and a little warm. The bed molded itself to Nef's form, with an almost putty-like texture.
Numerous smaller softer velvety tendrils crept from the mossy pod interior, some rubbing his muscled body, lulling him into an aroused calmness as others slowly bound him in the spread eagle position again. Five large tendrils of slime emerged at his sides, the strong heady musk smell emanating from them doing better work than poppers. One tendril gaped with what looked like a slimy mouth on the end. Nef watched in blissed out wonder as the vines pulled his legs wider and the tendril reached over his thigh and sought out his tender tight tail hole. He didn't resist as it invaded his hole, pressing firmly as is crept past his second inner ring. As he gasped one of the other slime tendrils gripped his muzzle gently, covering it fully like a customized gas mask. When it was anchored in place, it split into 3 smaller slimy roots, two seeking down his windpipe to settle into his lungs and the third stretching down his esophagus, taking residence in his stomach. There was a distinct honey flavor from what he realized was a tube of sorts that led to his stomach. The nasal tubes slowly filled his lungs with a mixture of the musk and air, keeping him from suffocating while at the same time dosing him with the euphoric aphrodisiac.
A rich flow of honey flavored nutrients was slowly leaking into his stomach feeding his hungry body. The slurping tube that entered his unresisting tail hole was actually cleaning him out! How convenient! He could feel the hungry slurping of the plant as it slurped out his anal cavity. There was an unusual but incredibly sexy feel as there was additional probing with what could only be a tongue that was literally licking his insides clean. Nef bowed his ass outward, granting the probing tube deeper access, wanting - NEEDING - more.
Nef's engorged doghood shamelessly hung out of it's sheath, drooling pre-cum. A small puddle of precum had collected on his furry belly, collecting in the navel. The sensations from the affectionate plant had him lost in a world of submissive bliss as he gave himself willingly to the plant, arching his back, inhaling deeply and massaging the rough tube with his rough dog tongue. One of the remaining tendrils formed a slurping outh and swallowed his cock, sheath & balls entirely. The mild, slimy, squeezing, slurping sensation was like being slowly masturbated by a stranger and he oozed yet more precum.
It wasn't an issue for Nef, he could ooze buckets and still give a hefty cumshot when climax came. One huge benefit of being a were, not only did he heal fast, but his sexual stamina was unparalleled by non-weres. While he couldn't attain full human form, he could go most of the way. He gave into the shift, becoming mostly human looking in appearance, sighing as the shift happened. In moments, he looked like a human with a rotty muzzle, ears, tail and pelt down his back, and dog's cock complete with the bulging knot. That was the most human he could shift, but it was also the most vulnerable form he could take. He had to surrender to the pleasures & needs of this masterful plant who seemed to know his body better than he did himself. The plant paid a lot of attention to the knot, massaging it in many ways, not using the same technique for long, postponing the were-rotty's cumshot, milking him slowly of his sweet precum.
The plant apparently approved as it re-doubled it's efforts. The remaining slime tendril split into two and with each ending in a needy hungry mouth, latched onto Nef's nipples roughly, tugging, pinchling, suckling and kneeding. FUCK! Nef loved his nipples played with! Through half lidded eyes, he saw the pod slowly closing, seamlessly as he experienced total darkness. This should have terrified the young were, but he found it thrilling. Having always beein something of a pussyboy submissive at heart, he surrendered to the captivity willingly, embracing the experience whole heartedly. Or was it HOLE heartedly?
The stimulation in his tail hole intensified as the tendril thickened and began forcefully fucking him hard. It felt like a fist, invading his inner hole and he tried to thrust back to meet it blow for blow as the pace picked up and point of orgasm was undeniable. Shaking and covered in sweat, Nef's hips bucked and with a primal wolf's soul, he let out a howl of unadulterated sexual release. He shot an obscene amount of cum. The tendril siphoned it out of him eagerly. When we was spent, the plant was intent on getting every last but of the rotty's sweet, salty cum and invaded his tender piss slit, slurping deep into the cock shaft hungrily. Nef wasn't worried about being harmed, he could heal fast and this plant wasn't made of silver! Instead of withdrawing or letting loose, the plant just stopped, keeping everything in place. Nef had to piss as he always did after a good cum and he let loose and was pleasantly surprised to find the plant slurped it up as fast as he could release it, nary a drip lost or spilled.
Sighing contentedly, Nef relaxed in the soft darkness. What felt like hundreds of tongues began to attentively lap him from head to toe, slurping him free of sweat and making him cleaner than he had been in a long time. Contented in a way no other conquest had make him feel, Nef drifted off to sleep, thinking of the strange symbiosis going on here. The plant fed him with it's nourishing nectar and gave him the best sexual experience he had ever had. In return, his body seemed to be giving the plant the rich nutrients it needed as well, feeding off his cum and various wastes. There didn't seem any end coming in sight or any signs of release. Nef was happy with that.
Absently, Nef lolled his head sideways as sleep came to him, nuzzling the dark pod interior affectionately licking the pod as if in a kiss.
Every good dog needs a Master.