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The high school's final bell had rung for the day. Hundreds of teen furs poured out of the exits, first in huge mobs, then scattering, going their own separate ways home. The school campus was filled with both excitement and relief. There was an air of finality, a feeling that everyone had done a good day's work, and it was time to go home. All of this eagerness...and it was only Friday. No special holidays, no week long breaks.

Just Friday, and a weekend of relaxation.

Fhang, a young, light brown furred wox (half wolf, half fox), was one of the many teens, anxious to get home. In fact, he was probably more anxious than any of the other students. Fhang had been working extra hard that day....all that week, really, in ALL of his classes. Being busy practically the entire week long, all he had time for was either school itself, or homework. It was taking a toll on him. He was getting desperate to be able to relax, if only for a few days. He had nothing planned, however, for this weekend. Because of that, he spent nearly all day in school eyeing the clock, seeing when the last bell would ring. By the time it did, his head was so overloaded with schoolwork, that he could've sworn it would explode.

Finally.

T....G....I....F

Walking out of the school exit, Fhang took a sigh of relief, blowing some of his sandy brown hair out of his eyes. Time for home, he thought, and maybe a nice hot shower.

He took of his glasses, rubbed his eyes (which were sore from hours of textbook reading) with the back of his paws, slung his backpack over his right shoulder and headed for home.

The distance from the school to his house wasn't very far. 25 minutes, for the most part. 30...maybe 40, with traffic. And he didn't have a hard path to follow. Just navigate through a few blocks of suburbs, cross Main Street, then cut across the park bridge, and that's basically it.

He didn't have any reason to suspect today would be different.

Paws in the pocket of his favorite thin, black hoodie, he walked along the suburban sidewalks, waving at a few neighbors along the way. Usually on his walks home, he'd spend his time thinking about the homework assignments he needed to finish, or maybe about a project that was due for next week. Those grades didn't earn themselves, after all! But today, he wasn't thinking about school. He'd done enough of that this week to last at least until Christmas break. Today, he thought about the pure relaxation he would enjoy this weekend. For once this week...no homework due tomorrow! And..._he remembered, with a sly grin on his face, _mom and dad won't be home for awhile...

He knew what that meant.

It had been a good full week since he last pawed off. Added to the stress from school, he was desperately overdue for some...quality alone time.

With that in mind, Fhang picked up his pace, now even more excited to get home.

15 minutes, and lots of dirty thoughts about a certain someone's paws messing around with a certain someone's crotch later, Fhang neared the city park. A small, winding pathway began near the sidewalk Fhang was walking on, and led to a bridge further inside the park. Knowing the bridge to be a shortcut, he stepped on the pathway.

Fhang was pretty lucky to have such nice scenery for his walks home. Even though there wasn't much to the park other than the trees, the bridge, the path, and a few benches, it still had a nice, peaceful quality about it. It was the kind of place you could go to relax, or just be alone for awhile in. To Fhang, walking through the park was much nicer than taking the bus, or driving home. Sometimes, the scenic route is the better path to take. That's how Fhang thought of it, anyway.

As he followed the path around a bend of trees, Fhang's thoughts began to drift back to pawing off. He murred slightly, as he started to picture what he'd be doing as soon as he'd get home. Usually, he didn't fantasize about pawing off like this...but by then, he had grown fairly horny, and he stopped caring.

He let his mind wander....

He pictured lying on his bed, unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling them down along with his boxers. He shivered a little, excited at just the thought of laying there with his pants down, and his cock hard, waiting to be pleased. Growing more horny by the second, still in his fantasy, he reached down with his right paw, tracing his chest as he reached his groin, where he slowly wrapped his fingers around his throbbing length....

Fhang looked around. He noticed that he was already about halfway through the park. In a few minutes, he would reach the bridge, and after crossing it, would be only a few streets away from home. Home, and a nice, comfy bed to paw off on.

Fhang kept on walking down the path, and by now, he was getting hard. With each step, his cock rubbed against his boxers and jeans, driving him crazy. He looked around; glad that no one was there to see the obvious bulge that was in his pants. He shifted, trying to make his arousal less noticeable, but it was to no avail.

He came around another bend. In front of him, the pathway led straight down what was seemingly a corridor of trees. There were so many trees surrounding the path that they blocked out a lot of the sunlight, and made the whole place rather dark and spooky. Fhang, however was too horny to pay any attention to the creepiness of it. Fidgeting with excitement, he started down the dark corridor.

The further in he walked, the less light there was, and the more the temperature dropped. Fhang shivered, glad that he had chosen to wear his hoodie today. Another strange thing about the place was that it was extremely quiet. He guessed it had to do with being further away from the streets, and from the density of the virtual forest of trees around him. Nevertheless, the effect was still kind of spooky.

Fhang glanced around admiring his surroundings. Yes, this definitely was the perfect place for someone to go if they wanted to be alone. Quiet, hidden, and peaceful.

He gasped (as much from pleasure as surprise) as his cell phone started to vibrate in his jeans pocket. He reached for it, and flipped it open to check the caller ID. Home, the screen told him. His parents. They're home. Great...

He answered the call, disappointed knowing that now that his parents were home, he wouldn't be able to paw off. The call was what he had expected: His mom wanting to know if he'd be home soon, and that there was a change in plans, they were going to leave in a few hours instead of right now. Fhang wanted to groan, his groin was aching, wanting to be touched, but he just said "ok", and hung up. He shoved the cell phone back into his pocket, and let out an annoyed sigh. Perfect....

Fhang just stood there on the pathway, bulge in his pants, very horny, and very frustrated. Now what?

He looked around at the trees.

Then he looked down at his bulge.

Suddenly getting an idea, he glanced back down the path where he came from. Nobody was in sight.

Hmmmm....

He checked further down the path, where the bridge was. Nope, nobody there, either.

Fhang knew two things. One, not too many people used this path, just like there wasn't anybody now. And two, he was damned horny. This forested area was big enough to hide a horny teenager in while he pawed off, right?

He thought so.

Stepping off from the path, Fhang walked into the forest in search of a nice quiet place he could take care of that pesky erection in. Climbing over a few rocks and swatting some branches out of his face, he eventually found a small, concealed clearing in the trees. It was just the perfect distance away from the path and any fur who would happen to come by. Smiling, he walked into the clearing.

In the middle of the clearing was a large-ish rock, with an odd looking flower or mushroom next to it. He didn't stop to mind the scenery though, he was already hurriedly unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling them down. He looked at the rock and figured it would be a nice object to lean against, so as he pulled down his boxers past his rock hard cock, he sat down, and put his back to the rock.

Fhang murred, feeling the soft grass under him, and the cool breeze flowing around his unclothed lower half, teasing the sensitive skin on his shaft and balls. He looked down at his crotch. His cock was throbbing, aching to be grasped by his paw. Fhang had no intention of keeping it waiting.

He reached down and held his cock in his right paw loosely. Sighing with the relief of finally being able to enjoy himself, he gently moved his length around, playing with it...teasing it even further. He let out another sigh, and lifted his head up so he could lean against his left arm instead of the rock. He closed his eyes and smiled.

Left paw behind his head, right paw playing with his cock, and his pants and boxers rolled all the way down to his shoes. He couldn't think of a better way to spend a Friday afternoon.

He rolled his head over to his right shoulder, murring in pleasure. Opening his eyes a little, he noticed the flower he had seen earlier. Even through his pleasure, he still was curious about its odd appearance. It was a fairly large flower, and fully bloomed, or, at least, Fhang thought it was. It was about the size of a tall drinking glass, and in the same shape. There didn't appear to be any petals on it, as the outside of it looked smooth and featureless. In fact, the only reason he thought it was a flower was because of its fierce dark blue color (the same as its stem), and the yellow pistil that was in the center of "the glass". Otherwise, it might as well been a strange kind of fungus.

Fhang brought his head back to the center, and turned his thoughts back to the shaft he held in his paw. He brought his knees up slightly, and moaned when he closed his fingers together and firmly grapsed his length. He held his grip like that, not stroking or anything. Just his grip, his throbbing length, and the built up tension from denying all of this from him for so long.

Then, slowly, he began to move his paw up his shaft. He moaned again. His paw reached the head, and he held it there for a moment, then went back down. God it feels so good to do that again, he thought. He went through the motion again, bringing his paw up and down, an act with which he was most certainly familiar with. The horny little wox kept on pawing, slowly at first, but never stopping. His heart was beating faster now, and he was panting, tounge hanging out of the side of his muzzle. He began to get lost in his pleasure.

Fhang was getting into it now. He picked up his pawing pace, but didn't go too fast. After all, he wanted to have all the fun he could get. He closed his eyes and continued pawing. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Lost in his own thoughts, he searched his mind, beginning to conjure up one of the many fantasies he had stored for use on such occasions as this.

Suddenly, Fhang felt something brush along his thigh.

He glanced down, and jumped in surprise. The odd plant-fungus thing he had seen earlier had extended its stem a few feet, and was gently rubbing along his leg with its bulbous, "dinking glass" of a flower. Fhang shivered at the creepiness of it, and quickly rolled to his side to get away from the thing. Stumbling, because of the pants which were still around his ankles, he stood up and turned around to get a good look at the strange, touchy-feely plant.

In one slow movement, the plant rose up from the ground about 3 feet in the air, and started to sway back and forth, like it was a snake being charmed.

"What the heck?" Fhang asked aloud, surprised, to say the least, at the sight of a plant that could move around like that.

The wox decided that he'd had enough. This was just getting too creepy. He'd just paw off some other day. Besides, with his luck, he should've know that even the plants were out to keep him from having some good ol' fashioned alone time. He turned to head back for the pathway, and nearly tripped on his pants. He sighed, bending forward to pull them up, so he could get the heck out of Dodge as soon as possible.

"Agh!"

He shouted in surprise when he felt something poking at his uncovered behind. Turning, he saw the plant again, swaying from its stem, now a good 6 feet in length, almost seeming to be staring at him. Fhang stood and stared back, really starting to get creeped out now. He kept his eyes on the plant, and slowly reached down to pull up his jeans. He only ended up succeeding in getting them halfway up his legs.

From behind him, something else brushed against his lower back, causing him to gasp, and spin around, holding his pants up with one paw. What he saw was another dark blue plant stem, except this one didn't have the "flower" part at the end of it, only a rounded tip. Fhang stared at it, wondrously.

What's going on here???

Something else caught Fhang's eye. To either side of him, two more of the rounded plant stems were moving in slowly towards him, swaying, just like the flower was. Scared now, Fhang glanced all around himself. More and more of the stems were slithering towards him through the air. One coming from the trees. Another seemingly from the ground. A third, from a bush to his left. Another....and another...and another! His heart pounded in his chest. Time to get out of here.

Pants held up with one paw, Fhang turned, and started to hobble away as fast as he could. Ordinarily this would've appeared comical, but there was nothing funny to him about any of this. The forest was swooping down upon him. He wanted to get out of there, and he wanted to get out now.

He didn't get very far.

After only getting a few yards' distance, he yelped as suddenly two of the plant stems whipped out and grabbed his wrists, causing his pants to fall back down. The stems started to coil themselves around his arms, leaving a strange, slimy residue, dampening the sleeves of his hoodie.

Fhang was in panic mode now. He shouted, struggling to get his arms free. It was of little use though. The abrasive plant was too strong for him, forcing his arms to his sides. He continued to struggle, but, to make matters worse, Fhang could see even more of the plant's tentacles moving towards him.

Three of them wrapped around both his torso and his arms in addition to the ones that were already there , now making Fhang incapable of moving any part of his upper body except for his wrists, but, being pressed against his sides, they weren't too useful. More tentacles arrived, reaching for other parts of his body. A large group of them seized his legs, binding them together at his thighs, knees, and his ankles, just below his jeans. Another wrapped around his waist, just underneath his hoodie, covering him with more of that cold slime. And a third, around his bushy tail, coiling all the way up to its white tip. Fhang whimpered as one tentacle after another began to poke, prod, and coil itself around his half-naked body.

Suddenly, he felt at least three or four tentacles slither up behind him, into his hoodie, feeling all over his back and chest, rubbing him sensuously. He whimpered again, standing there, unable to move, being felt up by a number of the plant's tentacles. And being half-naked didn't exactly make him feel any more comfortable, either.

There were now multiple tentacles wrapped around his arms and legs, and more were moving around inside his hoodie, brushing over his fur, looking for something else to coil around. Another tentacle found just that. Fhang felt it move up his back, and out the top of his hoodie, wrapping around his neck, which prevented him from moving his head around too much, thus making it very difficult to see anything that was happening to his lower half. He did see, though, another one of the plant's invaders shoot up from ground and head straight for his face. Fhang stared at the tentacle as it hovered in front of him, and began to prod at his mouth. Fearing the tentacle would penetrate the insides of his body, he kept his muzzle closed tight, and tried to move his face away. Not being able to move his head or arms, however, he soon lost his battle as the tentacle around his neck moved up and helped pry his muzzle open. Fhang began to scream, but he was cut off when his mouth was stuffed with the plant's appendage. "MHHMMGHH!" he shouted, muffled. Inside his mouth, the tentacle started to relax itself and slide gently further in, and almost all the way out. It too was slimy like the others, but strangely, he didn't think it tasted all that bad. In fact, it actually tasted kind of...sweet.

Fhang was busy worrying about the plant stem in his mouth when suddenly, his legs, still bound together, were lifted upwards, and supported by the other tentacles, he was hoisted about 15 feet in the air. He let out another muffled scream, and trashed about. The tentacles, ignoring his squirming, moved his body so that he was at a 130 degree angle, facing the green canopy of branches and leaves above him. He kicked at the air with both legs, panicking. But his kicks, just like his other attempts to get loose, were entirely useless. He was completely bound and captured by the plant.

Eyes darting, he looked around. From what he could see, most of the tentacles were coming up from the ground, although a few came from the trees up above. It was as if the forest had gone crazy and decided to attack him and have a little fun! The latter was the truer statement, though.

The frightened little wox found that piece of information out by surprise, when he felt a tentacle brush past his thighs, and coil around his balls, tugging gently. Fhang let out a muffled gasp and raised his head the best he could to find out what was happening. He couldn't see much due to the tentacle in his mouth and the one around his neck, but he did look just in time to see another one join in the fun, and also wrap around his balls, and start, seemingly, to tug and play with them.

Fhang was dead scared to admit it, but the tugging feeling, combined with the rhythmic caressing and rubbing of all the other tentacles, actually felt kinda.... well....good.

His fear, though by far, still outweighed his arousal.

What does this thing want?

What's it trying to do to me?

Will it let me go?

These questions raced through his mind as the tentacles held him, squirming in the air, arms forced to his side, legs bound together, pants down, having his balls played with by a plant. This wasn't Fhang's most proud moment.

The cute, terrified wox struggled against his restraints, afraid, wondering what the plant would do next. Within a few seconds, his question was answered. Taking him by surprise, a slimy tentacle poked at the entrance to his tail-hole, wanting to slide its way into another one of his orifices. Fhang clenched tight, not wanting to be penetrated in such an embarrassing place. Nevertheless, The tentacle continued to poke and prod, and eventually, without much effort, it managed to push its way through the opening, and slide into him, making him whimper. Tears were starting to well in his eyes past his glasses (which were still on his face, luckily for him).

Fhang felt awkward and ashamed that a plant, of all things, was slithering into him, slowly going deeper than he thought was possible. Eventually, it reached his prostate, hitting him, despite his fear, with a kind of pleasure he never felt before. The tentacle in his ass, like the others, began to pump methodically in and out, and filled him with more of that strange slime which lubricated the area, making the whole process less painful and, even...quite pleasurable.

Fhang looked towards his groin. Even though he couldn't see that well, he could recognize the very tip of the rock hard, pre-cum leaking, erection he was sporting.

Fhang began to feel disgusted with himself. A tear ran down his face, and mixed with the slime that was splattered haphazardly about him. He shouldn't even be thinking about enjoying this. Was he really going to get turned on by getting raped by a plant?

No! Of course not!.....Never!....

Certainly he wasn't going to give up his dignity this way. Not like this. Sure, he had an erection. But that was from pawing off earlier!....Wasn't it?!

I mean, this was just wrong, no matter how you put it.

He shouldn't be turned on.

Fhang mustered up all the courage he had, and mentally told himself to not be aroused by this monstrosity. How would he be able to live with himself if he let it have its way with him? He wouldn't, that's how.

He struggled, trying his best to think of something else. ANYTHING, except the tentacles that were attempting to rape him.

Minutes passed by.

Fhang continued to be rubbed and fucked by the strange, devious plant. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't deny the truth. He was aroused. In fact, he was even slightly curious, trying to picture what it would feel like if the plant did something to his cock, like it was doing to the rest of him.

.......what if the plant would let him go afterwards? It.... might not be so bad. Could it be any worse than torment him longer by denying the continuation of his pleasure? And maybe he'd get out of this alive if he just gave in?

...............

NO.

No......he couldn't let himself be humiliated like that. He was embarrassed, terrified......but he would NOT give in. That was what he had decided, and he would fight his pleasure the best he could. He just couldn't get over the awkwardness of it all. He refused to. He would NOT let this damned plan-

Fhang gave a muffled gasp as a strong, thick tentacle wrapped itself around the base of his shaft. He glanced down. A tentacle had his cock within its grasp, moving it around, playing with it, just like ones around his balls and in his ass. It continued to tease him, fondling him. Fhang couldn't help but moan, and while he did, the tentacle started slowly moving up and down, making him even harder than he was before.

Tears were flowing down his cheeks. It would break your heart if you could only feel the conflict that was going on in his heart. He didn't want to deal with this. Why him? Why not some other poor schmuck walking through the forest?

He had two options. He could give in, and let himself be violated fully. The tentacles were already doing that in every physical way possible. But if he let the plant work him up to an orgasm, it would be complete. Total submission of the mind and body.

On the other hand, he could do everything in his power to avoid an orgasm. But really, just how long could he do that? Just how long would it be before he would lose his mind, not being granted the relief that an orgasm would bring him? He would be driven crazy, and would be even more humiliated if he gave in to the plant, not with what dignity he had left it he accepted it now, but with the hungry, lust-filled eyes of a mad man.

In the end, Fhang's body decided for him. He put up a fierce battle to avoid it, but with the skillful rubbing, fucking, and masturbating of the tentacles pleasuring him constantly, never letting him off the hook in the slightest, he murred. Despite the awkwardness, he was incredibly horny. Not being able to refrain himself any longer, he gave in to his carnal desires.

Fhang's fear was beginning to wash away into pleasure. He had come into the forest, just wanting to relieve some stress and tension. Now, not being able to deny his feelings any longer, he let the plant continue what he had started.

The male finally gave in.

Relaxing his muscles, he let out another lusty moan. He knew what it felt like to paw off. He also knew the feeling of getting fucked by another fur. But this was child's play compared to what he was feeling now. It felt as if he was experiencing all of his past sexual encounters rolled into one, unimaginably pleasurable event.

Letting the tentacles work him, he had entirely forgotten about trying to escape.

Slime was now coating most of the fur on his body, dampening his hoodie, but adding to the chaotic pleasure he was feeling. The tentacles in his mouth and ass, the ones tugging on his balls, and the thick, slime oozing tentacle masterfully milking his cock continued to work him rhythmically.

He was surprised at how skilled the tentacles were. And yet, how playful and, well... human they seemed to be. How they toyed with his privates, like a lover would to his partner. Not wanting just a simple orgasm. No...wanting the moans...the twitches and shivers of pleasure...the heavy, heated panting as his chest rose up and down. Despite what Fhang thought, he was more to the plant than just a sex toy.

The teen wox was the plant's object of desire.

Fhang was wondering just how any of this was even possible, but when the tentacles started to pick up their pace, he gave up trying to think about it. His eyes rolled back, and he started to twitch slightly, but the tentacles around his torso and around his legs allowed for little movement. Fhang was completely at the mercy of the strange plant.

Without barely even a few minutes passing of the tentacles working on him, he could already feel his orgasm coming on. Fhang moaned, and tensed up. The tentacle around his cock, as well as the others began pumping him.

Harder.

Faster.

Lewd sounds could be heard: squishing noises from the tentacle in his ass, now fucking him like a piston, and the classic "fap fap fap" of the tentacle around his cock, bouncing up and down like there was no tomorrow.

"mmmmmhhhhhh...."

Fhang opened his eyes. He was surprised to see the original plant stem and the flower attached to it that started this whole mess. It was hovering just above him, "looking" over him, admiring its work. Then suddenly, it moved downward towards his groin. Fhang wondered what the heck it could possibly be doing, considering every part of him was being violated already. The flower stopped above his legs, and tilted its drinking glass shape towards his cock, waiting for something. He squirmed amongst the tentacles, unable to do anything except give in.

As if reading his mind, the plant prepared for the big finale. The tentacles pumped him wildly, making him shake and shiver all over. The one around his cock shifted its position, bending his length downwards, toward the flower. Fhang couldn't take it anymore. He felt the plant stroking, rubbing, pumping, every last part of him, desiring his release.

Refraining from cumming for days, working to the point of exhaustion in school, Fhang let go, and allowed the stress to explode out of him like waters rushing out of a broken dam. He couldn't manage any sounds other than a half of a moan, which ending up sounding like a gurgle. His body jerked, and the tentacle around his cock pawed at him furiously. Cum spat out of him in thick ropes, either ending up in the deep "glass" of the plant's flower or splattering his already dripping-with-slime fur. Fhang writhed, knocking his glasses askew, hanging partially off of his muzzle. But his eyes were rolled back into his head anyhow. He didn't need to see. The ecstasy he was feeling was beyond all possible comprehension his eyes could give him. . Meanwhile, the tentacle in his ass continued to pound him without restraint. This was pleasure beyond anything he could imagine..... For what felt like hours, Fhang was milked by the plant, almost entirely filling up the flower's cup with his hot, sticky seed.

Eventually, this orgasm began to settle down. He was still cumming in small, short bursts, but the tentacles had slowed down greatly. By now, they were just working to get out the last few drops he had to give. He bucked his hips along with the tentacle, unable to help himself but to want more. This went on for another good 2 minutes before the plant had stopped milking him entirely. Still suspended in the air, the tentacles, still in him, and around him, Fhang rested, trying to catch his breath from the most intense orgasm he had (and probably ever will) experience.

Slowly, the tentacle in his ass began to pull out. Fhang gasped a bit as it did, and a good amount of slime dripped out of him in its wake. The one in his mouth followed suit, allowing him to have a good long sigh of relief. He felt his body being lowered back down to the ground. Gently, the plant set him down on his feet. He gasped as the tentacle around his cock let its grip go, brushing against his sensitive flesh as it left. One by one, all of the tentacles were slinking away, leaving him cold and sticky.

Fhang stood shakily, the last of the tentacles leaving his body. He looked around, not being able to really understand what had just happened. Getting nowhere in just standing there, he glanced down to his jeans.

Still around his ankles.

He bent down and pulled them back up, feeling some slime drip down his leg, sticking to the insides of his pants. He began to button up, but he paused, looking around. All he saw was the trees, swaying in the breeze. He shook his head, and buttoned his jeans. Did he really just have sex with a plant???

He stood there for a moment, half-expecting to see the tentacles again. Not seeing any, he sighed with relief (and maybe a little disappointment), and turned to head back to the pathway. To home. He was on the edge of the forest, able to see the bridge just ahead when a large tentacle wrapped itself around his torso. Fhang gasped, but sensed no hostility. He held his arms above him, keeping his arms free, wondering what the plant would do now.

Its going to keep me prisoner here, Fhang thought, suddenly worried.

Instead, the large tentacle squeezed the wox gently. Almost warmly.

It was a hug.

Surprised, he relaxed his arms. He looked down at the tentacle. It was still squeezing and rubbing up against him. Fhang shrugged, and smiled at the craziness of it. He reached down and held the tentacle close to him, returning the hug.

Seeming to be satisfied, the tentacle released him, and slithered back into the forest. Fhang stood there, gazing into the forest after it. Man, I'll never go to sleep during Environmental Protection class again....

Fhang took out his cell phone to check the time. 4:15. Better get home before Mom starts to wonder where I've been. He put it back in his pocket and looked at the forest again. Nothing but trees and animals. And tentacles, he added.

Not knowing what else to do, Fhang shrugged, put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, and turned to walk down the path towards home.