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Everyone was being a little weird. Did she have something on her face? Sienna stopped to inspect herself in a passing window as she made her way down the rows of the greenhouse. She didn't notice anything that would have made her particularly worth staring at, aside from being an all around gorgeous valonix of course. Though it was hardly a look of admiration. Everyone who worked there, whether cashier or gardener, seemed a little blank, a little slack-jawed, like she'd found herself right in the middle of a zombie movie and had yet to realize it.

Her mission was far too important for her to pay it too much attention. She was in search of something cute to help spice up the living space for her new roommate. Having Mahiri around was going to be such fun, so of course she needed something to help commemorate the occasion. The plant nursery was of course as rich with various scents as ever, but it never bothered her until something caught her nose so fiercely she froze up on the spot. Her vision started to blur. Her jaw went a little slack. With every breath she took, she started resembling the workers around her with the same distant expression on her face.

Her steps were automatic. She allowed herself to be led by some unknown whim towards the back of the greenhouse, where some of the most exotic plants were kept. Something called to her. Something assaulted her senses with sweetness, with the compelling urge to investigate. Nothing else could have been more important in the moment. She'd been looking for a little spice in her home, and she'd certainly found it.

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Well, it would certainly do. Mahiri needed a place to stay for a while as she sorted out some work things, and it just so happened that Sienna had a spare room to lend her. She set her bags down to relax at last, though it wasn't long before she heard the valoinx call her name. It sounded a little urgent. Up the leopard got, rushing along just in case there was some sort of emergency, but instead she found herself looking at a humble potted plant. Sienna was completely taken with it, and it was easy to see why.

"Oh, cute!" Mahiri leaned closer to inspect the tiny sprout.

It kind of looked like it had a face, or a mouth at least. A pair of what looked like lips marked the spot where two striped petals met, and that head of sorts was crested by a wreath of red flowers not unlike a mane. At first glance, the colourful red and black plant reminded her of something out of a fantasy videogame or something like that. It hardly even looked real.

"Isn't it? And just look at these vines." Sienna carefully ran a finger over them, admiring the intricacies of those complex, interwoven tendrils twisting all around the base of the plant's stem like some sort of fence. "Apparently if you water this one often enough, it grows up pretty huge."

"How huge?"

"I dunno! That's the fun part. I'm probably going to need a bigger pot." She grinned at the cat. There was something a little unusual about the look in her shiny blue eyes. Her gaze was slightly distant, as if she was preoccupied with something or other. "All I know is I love that scent he puts off. Do you smell that? I was in that weird little curio shop on 12th, you know the one? And I just had to bring him home!"

"Him?"

"Yeah! His name's Ambrose. That's what they told me."

"I see!" Mahiri wasn't going to question such a thing. Though she was terribly curious. She just had to lean in for a sniff of her own.

Okay, she saw what Sienna meant. She had her doubts right up to the moment she inhaled a breath of pure, delectable plant-scent. There was something sweet, something earthy, and something she couldn't quite identify that went right to the base of her skull, invoking all sorts of strange, soothing tingles. It was enough to make her step back, blinking rapidly as she went through a hard reset of her own just from one little huff. In the wake of that pure dose of exotic perfume, she found herself suddenly feeling a little worked up, like she needed to step back into her new bedroom and take care of things right that very moment.

"I ... see." She gave a little huff, and tried to hide that she'd somehow managed to get turned on just from smelling a plant.

That made her wonder what it was going to be like living with such a thing. Was it - or he just going to get more fragrant the bigger he got? She was going to have trouble focusing on work if she was horny all the time. And her work was horny! But she needed both hands to type it. Either way, she just gave Sienna a nod.

"Anything you need help with? I'm almost set up in there."

"Nope! Just gonna water this bad boy and then get back to ... whatever I was doing." Sienna was still watching her new acquisition closely, wearing a little smile on her pretty purple face.

Mahiri gave her a parting nod. "Alright, well. You know where I'll be if you need me."

Though the leopard had some mild concerns about that seemingly disoriented expression her new roommate was wearing, she had boxes and bags to unpack, and work to do. Thankfully, she travelled light. She moved back to her bedroom with a little blush in her cheeks. Aside from being a tiny bit worried about the valoinx, she found herself lightly flustered just being around her. Had it really been so long without any sort of relief that she was filled with thoughts of simply pouncing that precious purple friend of hers? No, she couldn't possibly be that pent up when she'd climaxed so recently. The only conclusion she could draw was that the plant was somehow to blame, enticing the two of them together as if he wanted to watch them go at it. In the growing horny haze, she couldn't think of any other possible explanation.

A good session with the vibrator kept her mind off it. She compensated for the audible buzzing noises by purring even louder as she ran that stimulating wand across her clit. As much as she tried to delve into fantasy, to think about some recent sexy liaisons, but she just kept coming back to that scent. She couldn't even explain what was so arousing about it. There was just something good about the fragrance that lingered in her mind long after it had left her senses. She closed her eyes and simply rode that wave of induced lust all the way to a confused, if satisfying squirt of a toe-curling orgasm.

Mahiri reclined on her bed, thighs glistening with her juices, huffing as she tried to consider what just happened to her. It was like there was a tiny blank in her recent memory, leaving her trying to retrace her last few steps. Before she could wonder if Sienna felt the same way, she heard moaning from the other room. Oh dear, those walls were pretty thin. They were definitely going to hear each other all the time for as long as Mahiri stayed there. Oh well. She didn't mind if Sienna didn't.

She managed to calm herself down and get back to her plans, and life went smoothly as she settled into her new temporary home. It wasn't unlike her to get so wrapped up in work that she hardly noticed what was going on around her for weeks at a time. She totally forgot about Ambrose up until the moment she couldn't possibly miss the changes that had come over him in such a short time. It had only been a little over a week, but he had grown. The leopardess stopped short in the hall when she caught a glimpse of that rapidly sprouting plant. From a tiny little bloom no longer than two of her fingers, to a thick-stalked green spire with that black and red mouth-like flower on top, he'd quickly outgrown his old pot. Thankfully, Sienna had transferred him to a new one at some point. It must have been about ten times the size of the last one.

Then there were the vines. They had overtaken the entire table he rested on, winding down out and around the pot, the table legs, and then crawling off across the floor and down the hall. Mahiri had to step over them just to get past. She swore she saw him move as she did. Was he watching her? She had no idea how that would have worked when he didn't even have eyes. When she turned to look, he was perfectly still, as a plant ought to be, but she still couldn't help feel the presence of someone else there, a living, breathing person, in his own sense. Whatever the case, she still had work to do, and she made sure not to step on any vines as she went along, just in case he was smart enough to hold a grudge.

It wasn't until that night that she clued in to there being something unusual going on. Sienna had been a little distant lately. She didn't talk as much as she did when Mahiri first moved in. But that was definitely her voice, alternating between sharp cries and deep groans in the middle of the night. She was loud enough to wake the leopardess. Mahiri jerked awake and squinted in the darkness, making out the details of her dark room more or less perfectly. She couldn't tell if those were sounds of distress or pleasure. They came accompanied by some particularly excessive schlicks and schlurps. Then there was that feeling again. That tingling, enticing scent had reached its way all the way to her bedroom.

There was no staying asleep through that. She didn't bother to get dressed before heading out into the hall outside of her bedroom. A pair of panties and a loose-fitting t-shirt was concealing enough, and they'd seen each other fully naked plenty of times already. Though she certainly hadn't seen anything quite like that. There was the valoinx, fully nude and suspended in the grasp of those winding tendrils, those naturally phallic stems and vines that coiled around her limbs and held her off the ground with apparent ease. Those that weren't binding her were busy plunging into her body, penetrating her pussy and ass alike, slowly sliding back and forth as an excess of juices and scent alike poured down Sienna's forcefully parted thighs.

It looked like the kind of perilous predicament that might require rescue. The first words out of Mahiri's mouth after she'd fully comprehended the horticulturally lewd scene before her were a bit frantic.

"Sienna! Do you need help?"

"Hnnnn ..." came the valoinx's whimper.

"She does not."

That was another voice, a much deeper, more masculine one. He spoke his words slowly, somewhat tonelessly. There was something immediately soothing about such a tone, though Mahiri was far more concerned with who it was coming from. It couldn't have been what she thought. She swore she saw plant jaws move to form that response. Staring at the face-equivalent of that overgrown flower, she tipped her head and murmured a question that sounded ridiculous to her as soon as it was out of her mouth.

"... Ambrose?"

"Indeed. Hello Mahiri. Would you like to join us?"

He was rather calm and polite for someone currently deeply double-penetrating someone. Those weren't just Sienna's juices dripping down the underside of her stiffened tail, either. Something thick and slippery poured out of those seductively pulsing vines as they fucked the valoinx messily enough to make a puddle of sweet, rich fluids on the floor. One huff was enough to make Mahiri forget all about the strangeness of the situation - and most of everything else that was on her mind in the process. She stood on the tips of her toes, breathing in that lusty aroma, feeling her panties clinging to the folds of her increasingly damp pussy.

The entrancement was so instant that she barely even noticed the vine curling around her waist. Ambrose was gentle with it, just encouraging her to walk closer and closer, until she was near enough he could lean down as if to kiss her on the lips. His jaws were mouth-like enough that it probably would have worked, but instead he opened up to reveal a wet plant-maw decorated with fang-like thorns. Those were intimidating to look at, but the thick, wet leaf that stood in place of a tongue drawing on her face kept her from staring for too long. He slurped her until her face and hair were coated with a sweet, sticky substance something like sap. She would have been more concerned about the mess he made of her fur if she wasn't so deeply stricken by how good that stuff smelled.

He seemed to breathe just like any creature with lungs might. Drawing in enough air to swell his thick stem, he puffed out a pheromone-packed huff of delicious air right in her face, blowing her hair back as he completely doused her with his mesmerizing fragrance. She found herself outright drooling, her jaw falling slack, her eyes rolling back a little. He'd completely blanked her out with a single breath, leaving her standing there in an utter daze, feeling like she was floating. There was nothing he could have done to her that might have broken her from that lust-enraptured state, and for a moment he drew that leaf-tongue across those thick black lips of his, spreading a fresh lair of the thick pollen that leaked constantly between his many interlocked thorn teeth.

Instead, he began to gently wrap her up, one limb at a time. Wrists, then ankles, and then up she went, hefted easily by those unusually strong vines. He brought her close to the gushing valoinx as Sienna moaned her way through that drenching vine fuck and leaned them close together as if they were nothing more than toys to him.

"Go on. Kiss. I know you two want each other," he warmly encouraged them.

Whether or not that was true was completely irrelevant in the heat of the moment. Not when the two of them were absolutely submerged in mind-melting pheromones. It was hard to tell who made the first move. They lunged at each other so swiftly they were in danger of butting heads, but instead they just wetly locked their lips together to exchange some slobber as they slickly kissed their mutual lusts out. The two of them were drooling with pleasure by the time Ambrose penetrated the leopardess. Those vines were perfectly lubricated with whatever it was leaking from those firm tendrils, slipping smoothly inside her sex. It wasn't long before he prodded another tentacle-like appendage firmly beneath her tail, spreading her cheeks so he could apply some pressure to that tight rim.

A mewl into Sienna's mouth coincided with the plant plunging deep into that spotty butt. He used the leverage of those four deeply-embedded vines to shove the two squirming ladies together. They writhed against one another as they exchanged tongues, sloppily tasting one another without a moment's hesitance while they got pumped and plumped full of strange, exotic juices. The squirting liquid tingled to the touch, only sending them further down the spiral into absolute ecstasy. Mahiri couldn't tell if she was already cumming, or just locked in a constant state of gushing, clenching awe, right on the edge of release. Sienna too squirted for that seductive plant, drenching herself and the leopardess alike, grinding out climax after climax all thanks to those vines, those juices, those sweet, intoxicating pheromones swimming through her mind and pushing her to the brink of absolute destruction, an utterly broken daze.

Having endured the pleasure for longer, Sienna was the first one to truly go off. Everything so far had just been a tease, a sample of the orgasms to come. It wasn't until the plant's penetrating vines stiffened and throbbed as something even more potent flowed through them. The valoinx got a double dose of sweet, stimulating juices as Ambrose shot two viscous loads inside her, flooding her pussy, her ass, then her womb and belly until she sloshed with the stuff. She cried out into Mahiri's mouth while the leopard swallowed those sounds down, wondering if the pleasure was truly so mind-blowing as to warrant such violent spasms. Then she fell into the same pattern as the rush of an infinitely intense peak rocked through her body.

It was impossible to maintain control of their bodies while they clenched their way through dual orgasms. A pumping, tightening pussy-gasm went along with the heavy grip of an anal climax each. They were driven to shrieking to each other, breaking from the kiss to simply lean their heads on each other's shoulders, crying out all through the process of getting their bodies absolutely rocked, their every desire fulfilled by that horny plant. Ambrose clutched them tightly, their limbs still stretched out to ensure he had full access to their holes while he milked out as much of that thick plant cum as he could possibly give them. Their bellies stretched out into rounded, pregnant-looking swells that jiggled and sloshed by the time he was finally done emptying out all those pressurized fluids through those deeply-penetrating vines.

While they shuddered their way down to the floor, slowly lowered to sprawl out in a mix of their own juices as his, he began to withdraw from their twitching depths. That made for even more of a mess, of course. Even before he'd fully splurched from their bodies, he made them gush out the excess jizz they couldn't quite fit, spraying it out at high pressure until the whole living room carried that immensely arousing scent. Only after he'd finally popped free did they finally stop to rest again. Sienna found Mahiri's muzzle, crawling over to give the rumbling leopard a smooch, and the two of them remained like that for as long as they needed, just to piece their minds back together. If they ever could. Even as they rested there, Mahiri had the distinct sense that she'd lost a little bit of herself to the utter devastation that was a soaking wet plant fuck - and she was glad to know it. She didn't need all those complicated thoughts when he had so much pleasure to give her.

"I will be happy to make you cum like that whenever you like," he calmly said once they'd finished their gasping and moaning. "You have tended to me very well. I am happy to give something back. That seems a fair exchange, would you agree?"

He could have said anything then, demanded anything, and he would have had their complete obedience. Instead, he gave them nothing more than the assurance of more, and left them to recover. It was probably for the best. Those two minds could only take so much pleasure, no matter how much they might have lusted for more. He knew when to stop. That just made them trust him all the more. The only question was how they were ever going to manage to get anything done around the house with those pheromones wafting through their thoughts at every moment. Could he ever turn them off, or were they constantly emanating from him? Maybe the effect would start to wear off in time once they got used to it.

It did not. Mahiri was starting to have trouble getting any work done, when so often she had to resort to leaning back in her writing chair just to push some fingers inside herself, or just slap her whole palm across her pussy so she could rub herself to some sort of relief. She was flustered and humid and her thoughts were all over the place. It was finally in the middle of one of those supposed work sessions that she just stood up from her desk, walked outside her room, totally bottomless, and found Sienna waiting for her there in the living room. Seemed the valoinx had the same thought.

Ambrose slowly ran his tendrils up and down the naked purple curves of the valoinx, but he wasn't grasping or fucking her just yet. He turned his head towards Mahiri, again seeming to perceive her easily without any way of seeing her directly. By then, he had overtaken much of the room with his various vines and roots, growing right down through the floor and into the foundation. He planted himself into the soil beneath the house, his roots stretching out farther than they even knew. Yet there he remained, happy to be part of their household. He beckoned her over, and she quickly stepped in, already soaking wet just by mere proximity to him and his wafting fragrance.

"Will you indulge me? I want to watch you two."

They didn't have to speak to know what the other was thinking. That was a funny thing they'd noticed in their time since adopting Ambrose. It was like their thoughts were simply in sync whenever they were close enough. They could glance at one another and have a short conversation.

"How should we start?" Sienna thought to her.

"Let's just see what happens," Mahiri thought back.

Maybe it really was some sort of psychic communication, or maybe they just knew each other's gazes and body language well by then. Their bodies were similarly synced. They took each other's hands, fell into a smooch, an embrace, and slowly went down to the floor together. Ambrose cradled them with his vines, encircling them to make a nest of sorts as they slipped into a mutual scissoring position. Neither of them needed to be on top when they were both living for pleasure.

The slick touch of their messy cunts squishing together made for a juicy squelch that came smoothly, richly, warmly rising up with the steam of their desires. Sienna swallowed a scratchy cat tongue while she started thrusting, humping, grinding, doing anything to share pleasure with the purring leopardess. Those vibrations rattled through the both of them as they rubbed on one another, catching each other's swollen clits to bring out those twitches and shudders of absolute pleasure.

It was hard to tell if Ambrose was enjoying the show. He loomed, expressionless as always, and remained silent while they indulged before him. The only thing that broke them from their kiss was Mahiri tossing her shirt over her head so she could press her bare breasts against Sienna's own. They gripped each other until their busts were utterly squished together, returning to their slobbery kiss while they humped and stroked each other, pussy to pussy, sharing all those excess juices that the plant's pheromones helped milk out of them. The two of them were drenched, utterly glistening with the sheer need his scent inspired, radiating outward with their own horny aromas as they fucked for their new master. He might not have ever asked them to call him that, but they knew he had total control over them both. And they welcomed it.

Sienna squirted first, arching her back and breaking from the kiss so she could make a show of screaming her bliss for all to hear. It was entirely likely that the neighbours had overheard those many orgasmic cries coming from the house, if they weren't already intoxicated by the scents that escaped. Of course they didn't care. Not when they had writhing, hip rolling, squirting, soaking climaxes to shudder through. Sienna gushed all over the cat's thighs, on her soft white tum, and slowly fell back with her thighs parted wide until every last one of those jets of femcum escaped her.

Then she slumped back, leaving Mahiri to rub herself to a similar release that saw her snarling, bent double, on all fours, tail lifted. She slowly swayed her way through an utter eruption of a peak, audibly squirting for the plant's amusement. He kept the two of them cradled as they convulsed through their orgasms, left locked in lingering ecstasy long after the initial gushes had subsided. They writhed there, rolling back and forth, afraid to even touch themselves between the thighs for how sensitive they felt after pumping their way through that much pleasure. Ambrose licked his lips and nodded to them once they found their vision clearing of the haze. As much as it could anyway, with all those scents wafting around, steaming up the windows.

"When you are ready, come here. I want to taste you."

He never spoke anything as a command. It always sounded like a suggestion, one they were happy to take. Mahiri found her legs a little shaky, but Sienna helped her up, taking her by the hand so they could present themselves before the plant. There they stood, naked and drenched, still dripping, muscles faintly quivering with the remnants of their mutual orgasms, and let Ambrose consider them one by one. He drew his slimy leaf-tongue over his dark lips as he bobbed his head from one to the other, drooling just a touch.

Eventually, he seemed to decide on Sienna first, opening his jaws wide, letting that pheromone-laden drool stretch and snap between his many thorn-teeth inside his gaping maw. She gazed deeply into the darkness at the back of his mouth, that slippery tunnel that led down to his thick stem, and she held perfectly still as he stretched out that bumpy leaf-tongue towards her.

It was nothing more than a slurp, a slow stroke of his tongue from her face, down her breasts, over her belly, and finally between her thighs. He lingered there a while, using that uniquely textured tongue to mop up all the juices she'd poured all over herself. Sienna's lip quivered until she couldn't suppress the whimpers anymore. She trembled her way through that tongue attention, legs shaking until she nearly pitched over backwards. Mahiri was quick to catch her before she could fall, bracing her so Sienna could fully enjoy the uniquely slippery, slimy, slightly sticky cunnilingus soaking her up and sampling her flavours to the fullest. She closed her eyes and sang a song of moans towards the ceiling while Ambrose ate her out as wetly as he could, finishing off with a long, lingering slurp all the way back up to her face.

Sienna was left sputtering a little, shaking her head just to clear her vision of all those fragrant plant juices. She barely managed to open her eyes again before Ambrose leaned in, jaws wide, and enveloped her in his mouth all at once. He took her right down to the thighs, sucking on her upper body with some tremendous splurches of saliva splattering her from all sides. Mahiri reached out reflexively as if to somehow rescue her roommate from the plant's clutches, but Ambrose wasn't doing any harm. Sienna was safely snuggled between his lips, facedown on his tongue, swimming in his juices while he ever so lightly nibbled over her naked curves. Those teeth were plenty sharp, but he applied them as gently as possible to ensure she was comfy all throughout that thorough tasting process.

When he was done, he lowered her thoroughly slimed form back down to the floor. Her knees buckled, leaving her kneeling before the handsome plant as he turned his attention instead towards the leopardess. A nudge of vines to her spotty back urged her forward, but before he slurped her he instead took her by the wrist with a tendril to turn her around. She didn't even hesitate to lift her tail for him. She knew what he wanted. Bending forward, she planted her hands on Sienna's shoulders for balance as Ambrose went down deep, curling his tongue up between her thighs to eat her out from behind. She would have collapsed in seconds under that stimulation if not for balancing on the valoinx, and Sienna was plenty wobbly beneath her.

The rising heat of Ambrose's breath told Mahiri that he was opening up his jaws. There was still a tiny pang of fear just to know how vulnerable she was before that massive creature. He wrapped her ass in his lips and dragged her back, folding her flexible form in half until she had her head between her heels. That allowed him the perfect position to suck on all her juicy bits, from her butt to her breasts, all the way up to her neck. Her hair got drenched with the drool that flowed past his lips, squeezed out by his vigorous suckles.

The splurching, splattering sampling stole as much of her spotty flavour as he could possibly take. It all welled up in his mouth until she was flooded in his pheromone-laden spit, and then she rode along with him as he tipped his jaws back and gave a mighty GULP that she could feel rippling through that broad stem right behind her.

It was a powerful swallow that could have easily dragged her down into darkness, and whatever awaited her within him, but it was just a matter of swallowing all the juices she'd helped him well up. He slowly set her down after that, leaving her staggering and then flopping into Sienna's side. They collapsed together in a pile of juices, puffing and moaning, and he stroked across their naked bodies with those smooth vines, lightly humming to them. They needed a moment, and there were of course still plenty of things they still needed to do in their regular lives. He allowed them the time to recover, but not before he made one last casual comment.

"You are both utterly delicious. It will be difficult to choose."

He didn't bother to elaborate any further than that. Mahiri blinked at him, trying to decode it for a moment until a warm puff of his breath across her face banished all thought. Sienna meanwhile was simply all smiles, watching him with utter adoration as he towered over the both of them. He was hardly a flower anymore, standing up tall and thick enough to be more comparable to a tree. With his vines winding around the whole living room, and well down the hall as well. There was probably nowhere in the house he couldn't reach. For all they knew, he'd grown his roots vast enough he could have easily reached into other homes, slowly invading the neighbourhood. And neither of them saw anything wrong with that.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Mahiri found out what exactly the difficult choice was. All throughout the generous applications of pleasure and scent alike, Ambrose had never made it perfectly clear if he was enjoying himself. But he was certainly a creature of needs, just like him. There was only so long he could go satisfied on sunlight and water alone. Mahiri found herself still dreaming even as that creeping vine crawled up over the edge of her bed and slowly curled around her thighs. Another snuck up to coil her arms tightly to her sides. Only when she actually got dragged directly out of bed and along the floor did she actually awaken. Her brief alarm and confusion melted away as she found herself drawing nearer and nearer to the pheromones that had become her obsession in recent weeks. Everything seemed perfectly fine as long as she was breathing that potent scent.

When she found herself looking directly at Ambrose, marvelling at how he'd grown even bigger in just a few days, he offered her what seemed like a smile. His voice was as calm as ever.

"Ah, Mahiri. Sorry to wake you. I was hoping we could have some time alone, just the two of us."

Just as she was about to say something, he squeezed her a little tighter in his vines. He was as strong as a serpent, but no harm came to her confined form.

"Shhh. We don't want to wake her. No need to say anything. I know precisely what I want."

Before he granted any further explanation, he drew her just a little closer. His jaws parted to allow him to blow another of those intoxicatingly humid breaths in her face, brushing her untidy hair out of her eyes in the process. Sucking down that sweet scent was enough to make her arch her back, to make her silently moan as sheer arousal overtook her like a wave, driving her deeply into a state of soaking wet inner trembling. She was ready to be his with nothing more than a mere puff of air.

"I'm going to release you now, but hold very still. I wouldn't want to hurt you."

Of course she trusted him entirely to do whatever was right for her. She'd taken to sleeping naked of late. She wasn't sure why, but when the suggestion appeared in her head, it just felt right. That made it easy for him to stroke his vines up and down her curves, smearing her in a thick, somewhat sticky substance. It was different from the usual viscous stuff his vines leaked. So too was the drool he slobbered over her with his first slurp. A good lick between her thighs made it ever so difficult for her to keep silent. She bit her lip while he slathered her tender folds in something that vaguely tingled on her sensitive skin. It sank deep into her fur and clung to her rather than drip like the usual stuff, but she thought nothing of it.

Ambrose kept on tasting her, continuing his way up along her belly, her breasts, and then finally her face. He withdrew his tongue to briefly suck on it. She heard him give a rumbling mmm in that deep voice of his. Then he audibly swallowed, drinking down the excess juices that contained her flavour. A few smack of his lips, a lick of his chops, and he finally visibly sighed. It was a pleasant sound that went along with a rise and fall of his great, striped head. Then he spoke very softly.

"It was such a hard decision. You are both thoroughly delectable. But then I stopped to think ... there's no reason I can't have you both, in time."

Mahiri still had no idea what he was talking about. She stood eagerly awaiting whatever he had in store for her, utterly drenched with lust. Her desire was so strong, she didn't so much as flinch as he opened his jaws up wide and gave her a good look at that cavernous, oddly fleshy maw, all lined with deadly thorns. When he curled his tongue between her spotty thighs once more, she slowly stumbled forward, urged on by his grasping vines until she was sprawled out across his tongue.

She used it for a pillow, slowly grinding into it with slow rolls of her hips as he slowly reeled it back into his mouth with her atop it. His thorny teeth lightly scritched through her hair, then down her back, bringing out her purrs. Those contented rumbles vibrated inside his slimy mouth as he slipped her headfirst between her lips, sucking her right down to her tits while she bathed in all those excess juices utterly pouring out of his slippery maw. There were more than she'd ever seen him produce.

"Mmm, mmm ..." came his bassy hums, resonating all around her as he drew her in just a little more, inch by inch, spot by spot.

His schlurking and suckling grew even louder, suppressing even the moans she couldn't help but let out. He scooped her up and took her right off her paws, letting her flail her legs in the air as he slowly dragged her into his jaws until she was halfway engulfed. His vines remained locked around her ankles, holding her up while he utterly basted her in those thickly coating juices. They clung to every inch of her that was engulfed in his mouth, tingling on her skin to the point of numbing. Such was their powerful effect, she didn't even feel it when he used his tongue to push her over to the side of his mouth, lay her across his teeth, and start firmly gnawing on her upper body to squeeze out even more of the flavour he so enjoyed.

She squirmed a little, if only for the stimulation of those fangs pressing down on her muscles. There wasn't a hint of pain or even discomfort even as he seemed to chew on her a little while he pressed her closer and closer towards the back of his open stem-throat. A few crunches resonated through her spine as he chomped on her lower back, but soon her meaty ass was absorbing his little lovebites. He was simply tenderizing her, applying just enough pressure to keep from doing any real damage while he slurped her into the sweltering darkness of his jaws. She could hear him gulping down all that drool merely inches away from her face, guzzling those juices she helped him produce in absolute excess thanks to how tasty he found her. Yet even then, she never quite guessed what he was up to until he actually started swallowing her.

The ravenous plant curled his vines up around her calves and thighs, gripping her more tightly to suppress that instinctive reaction to the first heavy gulp. No matter how deeply intoxicated she might have been on his ever-wafting pheromones, she still naturally pulled back when she found herself being eaten alive, swallowed whole by the plant she'd so mindlessly devoted herself to. For the most part, she remained calm, especially as that thought-melting scent grew even more potent as she dunked down into his stem, bulging that green trunk with an outline of her dazed face.

Ambrose's uniquely sweet saliva was utterly pouring down his lower lip while he slowly kneaded the big cat fully into his mouth. He released his grip on her legs more and more while she got engulfed in his slimy gullet up to her breasts. That made for an impressive bulge, pushing down towards the dirt, towards the roots that extended deeply into the foundation of the whole house. He tilted his great, striped head straight up and shook her into his throat like he was imitating a crocodile. At least that meant he kept his teeth off her naked form, flailing her back and forth a little, flopping her around to help feed her into his ever-growing body all the faster.

He wasn't stopping. That much was abundantly clear. Messily gobbling her down made plenty of noise, but somewhere nearby, Sienna slept on, having the sweetest of dreams thanks to the thick dose of aromas wafting through the entire house and beyond. She had no idea what was happening to her roommate, and it was hard to say if she would have tried to stop Ambrose even if she was standing right there watching. Mahiri wasn't exactly fighting. Sometimes she squirmed a little, pulling back from an especially powerful squeeze of his gullet, just to ensure she could still breathe. There was no panic, not even any fear exactly, even as she was utterly engulfed in darkness, covered in tingling juices, massaged firmly towards the unknown that awaited her deep beneath the dirt.

At least Ambrose was generous with his prey. He curled his tongue between her legs as he sucked her pussy inside his mouth, and pressed two vines firmly into her pussy while she lay sprawled there in his jaws, half-swallowed, legs sticking out between his lips. He licked her paws, he slurped her thighs, and he penetrated her as deeply as she could handle until she was mewling in his gulping stem. It was all darkness and sweltering humidity clinging to her skin, but even in that overwhelming state, dunked down deeply into his body, she still managed to quiver for him, to moan and cry out, all muffled by the surrounding walls squeezing down on her slathered curves while he fucked her down his throat.

Just as her clit slipped smoothly over the crest of the back of his tongue, she fell into kicking, convulsing orgasm that had her screaming within him. The sound was all but silent in the overgrown living room. There was only the squelching, the gulping, and the occasional groan of pleasure from the plant. It was the most Mahiri had ever heard him enjoying something, as if it was the moment he'd been building to all that time. That she was bringing him pleasure gave her a certain sense of calm, even as she truly vanished inside him, her body still shivering its way through a twitching, gushing, utterly squirting orgasm that overtook her entire being right down to the very last ulllp that sent her fully away down his throat.

Her paws vanished into the darkness with a little pop, followed by some deep, satisfying swallows that pushed her deeper and deeper. She didn't settle in his stem, instead slipping all the way down into the dirt below. It never felt like falling, but instead like a smooth, kneading massage all the way down, working on her overstimulated muscles, keeping her purring even as she neared what seemed like the equivalent of his stomach. For all the scent she'd already sample, all the sweet, delicious flavours he'd pumped out for her to sniff and swallow, she was still overwhelmed. She was finally at the source, the most potent, overpowering centre of it all, deep within his roots.

Her body settled into a wet chamber somewhere below the house, and he hugged her tightly from all sides in welcome, bathing her in a pure, concentrated sample of his pheromones until all went blank and dumb. She was nothing more than a drooling mess inside him, mindless, thoughtless, no longer aware of herself or what was happening to her. Such a dosage was reserved for those he didn't intend on using any longer.

A satisfied little urrrrp came as silently as he could make it. There was no sense waking Sienna just yet. The valoinx snoozed through the whole thing, never knowing those vines could have crept in and claimed her where she slept at any moment. But Ambrose was plenty satisfied for now with a broken cat inside him, partly submerged in sticky fluids that clung to her pretty hide. He sloshed her, he lightly sizzled her, but she never felt a thing.

She was far too deeply drowned in pure, arousing plant pheromones to have even the slightest awareness of her situation, to understand that she'd been devoured and was being ever so slowly digested alive by the hungry plant who'd so easily seduced her. The leopardess was locked in a state of constant ecstasy, feeling, perceiving, but not thinking a single thought while she gurgled down where no one would ever see her again. And all Ambrose gave for a comment on the situation was a slow, satisfied lick of his chops as he waited for morning.

His patience wore thin throughout the night. There was only so much he could do to entertain himself idling in the overgrown living room, so he used his crawling vines to find his way down the hall and into the sleeping Valoinx's bedroom. He knew she needed her rest for what he was going to do to her in the morning. That just meant he had to be careful not to wake her while he entertained himself with her body. A gentle, kneading stroke from her paws, up her legs and then between them got her murmuring in her sleep, but she remained sweetly slumbering away the whole time. Not even stroking across her soft folds could interrupt her dreaming, though she did squirm some as he idly massaged her into a glistening state throughout the remaining night. By then, she was getting used to being wet more often than she wasn't.

With careful, skillful applications of pleasure, he could keep her edging all night long without actually making her cum. If she was awake, she might have fussed at all the teasing, but her sleeping self soaked in the stimulation all the more pleasantly when she didn't even know it was happening. He played with her breasts, coiling a vine around the both of them like a snake, giving them some soft squeezes. Sometimes he even dripped some of those ambrosic juices that were his namesake right into her open mouth, right atop her tongue so that his taste would invade her subconscious as much as it had her waking mind. Her dreams shifted to images of him, to the desires she had for him, the urge to give herself to him, but by the time she actually woke up, he'd withdrawn as if nothing naughty had happened while she slept.

Sienna rose early as usual, albeit with an extreme sense of morning lust and tenderness. She didn't bother to look for the leopard yet. Mahiri tended to stay up late with her writing, and knowing that she instead just strolled into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast, stretching and yawning in her frill night dress. Before she could get to the fridge, she found herself lightly tripping over a vine that wasn't there before. Ambrose had extended his range again. She never complained about it, but he was taking up a whole room by then, and reaching into others. He greeted her with a stroke up along the inside of her leg, and she forgot all about those concerns, as well as her appetite when she found herself plunging right back into the heat of her pent-up overnight arousal. She happily allowed herself to be reeled in with a gentle tug. Whenever Ambrose needed her, she was there.

"Mm. Good morning, Ambrose." She gave him a yawning greeting as she came into the living room, carefully stepping over the accumulated vines. "Did you need watering?"

"Not at all. I am quite satiated today."

"Oh, good. Phew, I slept so well! Was that your doing?"

"Perhaps a little. I wanted to make sure you were well rested for today."

His tone never betrayed his intentions. Sienna perked up at him.

"What's special about today?"

"Why, it's the first day of Spring, of course. It is time I reproduced. And I have selected you to carry my seed."

For as matter-of-fact as he said it, Sienna still found herself melting under his attention. She came closer, falling into the embrace of his vines, letting herself be stripped of her gown until she was wet and naked before him. They didn't usually leap to fucking first thing in the morning, but she'd been dreaming of him all night. She wanted him. Anything she could give back to him, whether it was love, attention, or a fertile womb, she was happy to serve his every need. He scooped her up and brought her close for a soft kiss. By then, he'd grown big enough to overtake her entire face with a single smooch. She was coated in thick juices from just that one touch, squirming in his grasp, coiled up and held tight by a dozen nimble appendages all at once. Leaning close, she couldn't help but murmur to him.

"I'm flattered. I hope Mahiri isn't jealous ..."

"Don't worry about her," he assured her. "I'm sure she won't mind in the slightest."

The cat wasn't far away, but there was so much between the two of them. She didn't hear any of the conversation, and she wouldn't have understood it if she had. Her body was ever so slowly breaking down in the gentle enzymes the plant constantly poured over her, dunking her down to her neck in the stuff, but keeping her from drowning. She was half asleep, half simply stunned by the pleasure constantly inflicted upon her. Sometimes a small whimper escaped her lips, but little more. She was just going to stay right down there and digest, with Sienna moaning above, none the wiser to her roommate's gradual, messy demise.

The only thing Sienna noticed was any different was the extra saliva pouring from the plant's maw as he licked her all over, just like he had the currently digesting leopardess. The valoinx was every bit as tasty as the cat, but he was sated, for the time being. He had other lusts to satisfy. It didn't take him long to sweep Sienna up, scooping her into the embrace of her vines as he came at her from all sides with those pulsing, dripping appendages. Groping her all over, he smeared her up with a fresh layer of potent juices, ensuring her compliance for as long as she breathed the pheromones packed into every single drop. Her petals were soon slick with a thickening layer of sheer desire, flooded for him, ready to take him from every angle, in every hole.

One of his vines found itself snug between her breasts, and he kept it there, wriggling and grinding into her cleavage for a messy titfuck along with everything else he planned to do to her. Another lick across her face made her gasp and slightly sputter, and he barely gave her a chance to recover before he slipped one of those slick tips past her lips. He pushed until she swallowed it, and then pushed down some more, burying deep in her bulging throat, preparing to spurt directly into her belly. He was just as ruthless with her other holes. A titfucking triple penetration kept her suspended with her legs parted and lifted high, her arms wide, her full body exposed to everything he wanted to do to her. It was a familiar position, but this time she felt a certain urgency, but in her own urges, and in his pace.

Ambrose remained silent as he buried himself deep within Sienna's ass and pussy alike. The rising heat of his arousal radiated downwards, accelerating the acidic consumption and absorption of the cat inside him. Mahiri slumped down a little more, melting down in the churning, frothing fluids while Sienna moaned around that throat-stretching tendril stuffed between her lips. The valoinx closed her eyes and gave herself entirely to the plant, stretching her body out, letting him pump those first fluids deeply into her womb and belly alike. Mahiri very much followed suit. She didn't have an ounce of fight left in her, but for the occasional natural twitch that came with her body entering its final throes. It wasn't going to be long before she was fully converted into plant food, and Sienna was ever so close, writhing in almost unbearable ecstasy, unaware of the whole thing.

As Ambrose started to absorb more and more nutrients from the leopardess he'd devoured, his tendrils grew stiffer, his juices thicker. She churned down not just into sustenance, but into fuel for his rising pleasure, for the orgasms he worked towards with the plunging strokes into all three of Sienna's holes. Long, stretching strands of stick plant-pre poured down from the suspended valoinx, splattering to the floor. Every stroke inside of her was louder, wetter than the last, slurping and suckling as he splattered his juices over her thighs, her belly, her breasts. The one wiggling between her tits pumped extra hard, slopping a thick coating all over her bosom, her chin, her bulging throat. She was drenched down to the skin in minutes, every last inch, every crevice of her body, utterly saturated with the scent that had so broken her.

It wasn't long before she had about the same mental capacity as the mush and bones floating there in the digestive juices of the horny plant. Sienna was a drooling, broken vessel for Ambrose to pump full, pounding deeply into her body until there finally came that distinct stiffness running up each and every one of his grasping vines. She didn't so much as react to the sudden darkness when he gave her an abrupt tug, dragging her into his slobbery jaws to rest within the slimy grasp of his humid maw. That just ensured she was getting an even more potent dose of his scented breath along with everything else, just in time for those penetrating tendrils to throb and bulge with the expansive load of plant seed getting pumped through them as the flower's orgasm erupted forth inside Sienna from every angle.

It came in waves. First, she found herself guzzling down the shot straight down her throat. She swallowed as much of that sweet nectar as she possibly could, but that was hardly necessary. He shot it right into her belly, and the vine stuffed deep in her rump soon followed suit, flooding her to the point of swollen with hot, potent seed. It was different from the usual stuff he gave her. There was something thicker, something even more viscous, more like cum than ever before. She could feel her womb aching with the rising need to hold that virile plant jizz, with the clenching, aching, gripping need to get bred by the creature so very far removed from her genetically. What might have seemed impossible felt inevitable when she was driven so deeply into mindless, feral heat by the overdose of pheromones that came with his every huffing breath of pleasure pouring over her naked, glistening body trapped inside his maw.

All it would have taken to send her down to join the leopard was a single swallow. Instead, he held her tight, sucking on her whole body while he impregnated her with his most potent offering yet. The womb-bloating load glurshed its way out of her stretched pussy, pouring down from between his sealed lips. It eventually waterfalled out along with the valoinx herself as he gently removed her from his jaws, lowering her sloshing form down on the outstretched carpet of his tongue so he could lay her out before him, stuffed and slathered, drenched stupid as he withdrew from her at last. But not before grinding out one last fat cumshot between her tits, pouring that hot load all over her gasping face as he freed up her throat.

Hosing down the rest of her body left her painted pure white, doused in mesmerizing fluids fresh from the phallic vines who'd fucked her numb. She could hardly hear anything anymore. Her every orifice was clogged with thick plant spunk, and she didn't even bother trying to clear them but for the occasional cough so she could breathe. Panting, drooling, aching, writhing, she felt his seed taking root within her. She swore she knew the moment she was impregnated with his spawn, whatever form that might take. She was already rounded out with a hefty cum-belly, in case she wanted to know how good she'd look all knocked up in the future months. Or would it be days? Ambrose himself had certainly grown fast enough, so perhaps his offspring would as well. His womb was hers to use and claim whenever he wished, as far as she was concerned.

She was so caught up in her own afterglow that she didn't notice anything that was going on around her. A heavy rumble rose up from deep within Ambrose, bubbling forth in the form of a wet, room-shaking belch. A mist of his spit soared from his open jaws, right along with the perfectly polished bones of the cat he'd eaten. They clattered down individually, scattering through the room. He didn't bother to gather them up or hide them. They were like a trophy, in a sense. So too was the crimson-petalled flower that started to sprout from his stem. The vibrant red matched the leopard's hair, and the rosette markings in the central pistil were an obvious sign of who he'd devoured. Sienna probably wouldn't have pieced it together that her roommate's absence was related to the empty skull left in a silent cry upon the floor, picked clean and discarded while his breeding pet lay twitching before him, utterly broken.

Yes, that was a good title for her. His pet. He would be her master, and his desires would become her will. Ambrose was growing bigger and bigger, thanks to satisfying his more sinister appetite. He already craved another luscious, curvy woman sliding down his throat. Sienna of course was ever-tempting. He licked his chops at the thought of just scooping up the lovely valoinx and gulping her down on the spot. It would have been as easy as it was satisfying, but he had other purposes for her. He'd planted his seed deeply, ensuring his domination of the neighbourhood was well on its way.

His roots reached into the cellars of every house on the block, and beyond. His scent was starting to spread, wafting out of the overgrown house, putting plant-lusting dreams into the minds of the neighbours. All he needed to do was reach a vine through the window of a sleeping beauty, and he'd have another meal, another discarded skeleton on the floor of what had once been a living room. He was only going to grow larger and larger, and his desires were only going to get more demanding. Sienna and Mahiri were just the start of his influence, of his devoted, drooling collection of thralls and meals alike.