Runaway Experiment Redux - Part 4: Power Coupling
The water was running in the marble shower, where two canines were busy washing themselves off after a long day of driving on the road to Huskyville. From the outside of the shower, one could barely make out their figures through the rippled, fog-covered shower glass, but their vague shapes indicated one canine was a male with light orange and white fur, while the other was a red/orange furred female. Inside the shower, the male was busy using a sponge soaked with soap and water to wash and scrub down his mate's back, much to her delight.
"Is that reg, Phoenix?" The cocker spaniel male asked.
"Oh yes, Strikie," She replied with delight, referring to her husband Striker by her nickname for him. Her tail, a short fluffy length that curled inward, was wagging happily.
Striker smiled, glad that she was enjoying the scrubdown. He guided the sponge down along the small of her back until he reached her tail and then her cute buttocks. The spaniel couldn't resist giving Phoenix a quick pinch on one of her soft, furry cheeks. This made Phoenix yip in surprise and then playfully slap his paw.
"Not yet, Strikie. Save that for after the shower." Phoenix said with a hint of mischief.
Striker smiled, the peeking of his canine penis from its furry sheath telling of what he thought of that hint. He knelt down and ran the sponge down her left leg, followed by her right leg. Once he had finished, Phoenix turned around and made him stand up by grabbing his muzzle and gently pulling up. She took the sponge, added some more liquid soap and began to wash Striker, starting with his hands and arms. From there she went over his broad shoulders and muscular, furry chest. Phoenix continued on over his six-pack towards his groin. She took some of the soap foam in one paw, then cupped that paw around Striker's testicles. He took a deep breath as the pomeranian played with each ball, sliding them in between her fingers. Phoenix then released them and continued on with the sponge, going down his legs to his feet. She then made Striker turn around and started again from his shoulders. When she got to his backside, the female gave her mate a pinch on one butt cheek. Striker inhaled sharply from this surprise.
"Haai. I thought you said to save that after the shower." He asked her.
"Yes, but I only said it to you. I didn't tell me that, now did I?" Phoenix replied with a giggle.
Striker chuckled and shook his head. She was definitely getting very frisky. Phoenix washed Striker's tail, then proceeded down his legs and finally to his feet. After that she stood up, rinsed the sponge and put it in its holder.
"There we go," Phoenix said while looking admiringly at Striker as he turned back to her. "All clean and ready for action."
Striker then went and opened the shower door, holding it open for Phoenix. "Ladies first."
"Why, thank you." Phoenix replied as she stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel, while Striker watched her get out, his eyes drinking in the sight of her wet, nude body. He then got out and took another towel. The two canines then toweled each other off, taking turns to dry their bodies as well as teasing one another further. By the time they were done the couple was so aroused that they just simply began to kiss and fondle one another as they went out of the bathroom, dropping the towels on the floor.
The bedroom was not 5-star, but it still was luxurious. Aside from the usual furnishings, the room was decorated with expensive paintings, potted plants and vases. The carpets matched well with the cream-coloured, sound-proof walls, while a simple chandelier in the centre illuminated the room with a soft golden glow. But Striker and Phoenix were focused on only one thing: the bed.
The bed was decorative king-sized piece that was faced opposite the draped window. Four wooden posts and a canopy rounded off the inviting love nest. The couple had already locked lips and eagerly went and rolled onto the bed, ending up with Striker on top of Phoenix. Both canines were still passionately kissing one another, their paws rubbing all over each other. Their murrs and moans were steadily growing louder until it became a joint gasp as Striker slid his erection into Phoenix's hot, wet vagina. He pushed in deep, feeling the tightness as Phoenix's vaginal muscles clenched instinctively from the sensations. Finally his growing bulbous knot slid into her moist confines before it got too big, tieing the the cocker spaniel to the pomeranian.
"Hmmm.... nice..." Phoenix whispered softly, her paws stroking the fur on Striker's neck and shoulders.
"Very nice... ahhhh..." Striker breathed in agreement. He then moves closer to kiss his wife, who gladly returned the favour.
But the canine couple was not alone. Something was hanging on the exterior walls of the multi-story hotel, something large... and alive. It detected the two signatures inside the room, moving closer to the window to see if it could find a view or, even better, entry. The thing was lucky: a portion of the window was open only just a sliver, but it was enough. The entity moved to that window and pulled it wider, revealing that the opening was just big enough for what it wanted to do. It began to climb through the window, but quickly it found the rest of its mass was too big. No matter, it could now see the two intertwined canines before it, faced away from it and well within range. It sent out the first two appendages to go for the blissfully unaware couple.
Striker was thrusting his hips against Phoenix, sliding his erection up and down her hot love tunnel. Phoenix wrapped her legs around her mate, her fingers digging into his muscular back as the feeling of joy filled up her mind. Both canines had their eyes closed, feeling their warm breaths against each other's faces. Then, without warning, Striker felt something push against his anus. Immediately he took a sharp breath and his pucker clenched tightly, but the probing was insistent and strong. The cocker spaniel grinned, thinking that Phoenix was getting kinky by using some kind of dildo. Deciding to play along, he unclenched his anal ring as best he could. Sure enough, Striker immediately felt the thing push past his ring into his ass. Reflectively he clenched again, but by now the dildo was now unstoppable. And it was a pretty big and long one, too. He growled playfully at Phoenix, who reacted with a naughty little grin.
At that moment Phoenix felt something brush over her tail, then slide between her buttocks before poking at her tailhole. She yipped softly, then looked at Striker with a naughty glint in her eye. Using a dildo now are we, she thought of Striker. But the pomeranian was up for the fun idea and relaxed to make easier for her mate to push the stick into her butt. Right away she felt it squeeze into her ass, surprised how big and flexible it. The female moaned out as a good length of it wiggled into her body, further adding to the pleasure she enjoyed. Phoenix took hold of Striker's floppy, furry ears and pulled his lips to hers, the two canines kissing passionately.
By now the couple could feel their orgasms building within them. Striker quickened his thrusts, hips bouncing against Phoenix's thigh while using his paws to reach up and grip each of Phoenix's soft breasts. Phoenix responded by clenching her vaginal and anal muscles as best she could, feeling her mate's canine penis rubbing on her inner love flesh. Then the two felt something new: the tips of the dildos were inflating within their asses! Both Striker and Phoenix were pleasently surprised by this event, finding it even more pleasurable and arousing. The tips continued to expand, pressing against their anal flesh as they grew bigger and bigger. The sensations felt as if the thing was trying to stuff itself into their bodies.
And that was enough to send Striker to his climax first. He broke the kiss and howled out in passion while pushing his throbbing, semen-squirting cock as deep as he could into Phoenix's warmth. His paws dug themselves into her squeezable chest orbs, her tits standing out aggressively between his fingers. His ass muscles also clenched around the invading dildo in his butt while his body shuddered in orgasm. Phoenix felt Striker's seed fill up the confines of her hot love tube, which pushed her over to her peak as well. Howling with her husband, Phoenix dug her fingers into his back while clenching both her vagina and ass on the intruding pipes in her body. The couple shuddered together for a few seconds while they enjoyed their orgasms before Striker lay down on Phoenix. The two canines were exhausted and panting, but very happy as they lay on the bed and enjoyed their coming-down period.
When he regained enough energy, Striker lifted his head and looked at Phoenix, who locked her eyes with his. "Always playful, aren't we?" he smiled at her as he began to stroke her cheek fur.
"Oh, you bet." Phoenix giggled in reply before she started to run her fingers through the fur on his ears. "Especially with that new toy."
Striker chuckled, remembering the dildo inside his ass. It was still inflated, and probably stuck as a result. Very playful, indeed. "It certainly felt good, being stuffed like that."
"Very much." Phoenix murred, gently squeezing her anal muscles to feel the dildo and its bulbous, baseball-sized tip. "Though I sure hope that tip does deflate properly. I'd hate to walk about with a dildo stuck up my butt, fun as it may be."
Striker stopped smiling and looked confused. Her butt? "Ummm... Phoenix, the dildo is in my backside, remember? You put it in yourself."
Now it was Phoenix's turn to be confused. "What? I didn't do that to you, Strikie. You're the one who stuffed my tail."
"Nee, I didn't do that. I don't even have a dildo." He replied.
"Neither do I."
Striker and Phoenix stared at each, both of them realizing that something was very amiss here.
Suddenly the lengths in their butts tugged at the bulges, causing the two canines to be pulled a few inches down the bed. Striker and Phoenix made surprised yelps in unison, then looked at each other.
"Please tell me you did that," Phoenix said, her eyes wide.
"I wanted to ask you the same thing," Striker replied, now knowing something was definitely wrong.
Then the lengths tugged again, the bulges pulling back down Striker and Phoenix's asses until they reached the point where they could go no further. At that point the canines found themselves being pulled down the bed. Gasping, they tried to grab hold of something, but they were unable to get a grip before both of them fell off the bed. Striker grunted as he landed on his back while Phoenix landed on top of him, the spaniel's knot in the pomeranian's pussy still keeping them together. Again they felt the tugging of their butts, their bodies sliding on the carpet. The couple quickly checked behind them and saw the lengths: a pair of green, smooth tentacles were coming out of their tailholes. Their eyes followed the tentacles to their source. When they saw the source, Phoenix shrieked while Striker gasped aloud.
A huge creature was at the window. From afar it looked like a giant house fly the size of a car. It had the shape of one and all the necessary anatomical parts. But closer inspection revealed the differences: the skin of the fly was a dark green hue covered with thick veins, the wings looked like they were built from branches and its legs appeared like the roots of a tree. The head, which was the only part of the fly to fit throught the open window, boasted a pair of purple-coloured compound eyes and a long, flexible feeding tube that ended in a purple flower bloom. And it was from that tube that the tentacles going into Striker's and Phoenix's asses were coming from... and dragging them to.
"Oh my! Striker, that thing wants to eat us!" Phoenix said in consternation.
"Ai yai yai! Phoenix, we need to get these things out of our behinds!" Striker suggested, and right away he reached out to grab the tentacle stuck in his own rear. Phoenix followed her husband's example and also took hold of her length. But they struggled with the tentacles. Their skins were covered with a thin film of slime which, combined with the skin's smoothness, made it hard for the canines to get a grip on them. And even when they did manage to get a firm hold, all their tugging proved for naught thanks to the bulges in their butts, which they realized could only come out with the aid of surgery. Yet they kept trying, even tried digging their claws into the skin in the hopes of hurting the things or even deflating the bulges. But their efforts proved fruitless, and all the while the giant fly pulled them in, like a fisherman reeling in his catch.
Striker and Phoenix kept on trying to get free, when they felt their feet go into a tight, slimey hole. Looking up, they both saw with horror their feet and calves slide into the fly's feeding tube. Before they could pull them out, the tube's opening tightened around their legs. The next moment there came a kind of pulling sensation within. "Somebody, HELP!!!" Phoenix shouted, hoping that someone would her screams, forgetting that the walls were soundproof. Striker tried to bend over and punch at the fly's head, but, thanks to his knot still being stuck inside Phoenix's vagina, he couldn't get enough reach to do so. The feeding tube flexed itself up their legs as the tentacles kept pulling the struggling couple into it. The pulling sensation became a suction when their knees slipped into the tube, increasing the speed at which the canines were being consumed. Phoenix tried to dig her fingers into the carpet, but all she could accomplish was tearing up some of fibres. She then felt the smooth, tight ring of the feeding tube press against her soft buttocks before her thigh, and that of Striker's, vanished into the creature. Inside she could feel the tight squeeze of tube and the slime covering her legs as she was pulled in.
By now the fly had the couple's lower bodies within its feeding tube. Striker and Phoenix kept struggling and calling in vain for help, but nothing seemed to stop the creature. Their bodies formed a distinct bulge in the tube that grew bigger the more they were sucked in. When they felt the rim of the opening rub up to their chest areas, both canines grabbed it and tried to push themselves out. Despite their best efforts, the combination of the sucking on their nude bodies and the tugging of the bulges in their asses proved just too much. Their shoulders slid in and the couple lifted their heads. "Help! Someone help!" Both Striker and Phoenix called out at the top of their lungs, their voices echoing against the bedroom walls. With their bodies now almost completely inside, it took very little time for the tube to flex and slide over their heads and faces, shutting out the outside world from their view. Both canines gave a defiant growl, while their paws kept their grip on the rim. But the giant fly gave one final, strong pull. Thanks to the slipperiness of the tube, both Striker and Phoenix lost their grip and their paws disappeared into the folds of the feeding tube mouth.
The giant fly creature felt its quarry squirming fruitlessly within its feeding tube, but it's simple mind was focused only on getting them into its special prison sack in its abdomen. It had detected the massive release of sexual energies when it first attached to them, but to the fly it meant nothing. It did, however, store the information to share it with its mother. For now, though, the fly sucked again on the two victims. It withdrew the snare tentacles from its prey's holes, deflating the anchors it used to bring them in. The two bulges quickly moved up the tube, disappearing into the head of the fly as they were pulled to the sack. The fly then pulled its head out of the window, then scurried along the walls of the building, seeking fresh prey. It's sensors and the mind spiders that it carried with it indicated that the creatures it hunted were not alerted to its prescene yet, so it could still hunt.
Striker and Phoenix clung to one another, feeling themselves sliding along the tube. The walls were slimey and slippery, sliding over their nude forms and covering the two canines with the goo. The air was stale and smelled oddly plant-like. The tentacles in their butts shrank their tips and then pulled out from their sensitive tailholes, eliciting sharp gasps from the two canines. Then the walls suddenly tightened, squeezing upon them and flexing, almost pushing them deeper into the creature's form. Even though Striker's knot had now shrunk enough to pull out, they were pressed so close together they could barely move an inch.
"Strikie, what are we going to do?" Phoenix said with concern in her voice.
"Let's see where we end up. Maybe then we can move a little more and try and use our claws to cut our way out. Don't worry, Firefly. We are NOT becoming food for this beast." Striker told her reassuringly.
Phoenix nodded quickly, accepting that it was probably their best bet. After a minute or so, the canines felt their feet squeeze through a tight hole of some kind and then push against a flat surface. That surface began to stretch the more of the canines' bodies began to slide through that hole. Their legs came through, followed by their thighs and waists, allowing them to move a little. Next came their chests, heads and lastly arms. Once through, the hole immediately sealed up. Phoenix quickly wiggled herself off from Striker's cock, trying her best to ignore the feeling of his meat sliding from her wet tunnel.
Striker and Phoenix found themselves in some kind of sack with rubber-like walls that stretched around their bodies. It was a little transparent, allow some light into their cell. The canines began to scratch at the sides with their sharp claws, but to their surprise and shock the walls proved much stronger than meets the eye. All they could do was make the skin stretch where they scratched.
"I tried it. That skin won't cut." A voice suddenly spoke out close to them.
Startled, the couple immediately looked to the source of the voice. Lying against the wall right between them was a female cat, who had black fur covered with red tiger stripes. Like the canines, the feline was naked and covered with a thin layer of slime, which made her full, curvy figure shine in the little bit of light there was. Phoenix's eyes then widened with recognition at the face, while Striker looked away with embarressment.
"Wait a minute! You're Ellissia, our neighbour!" Phoenix exclaimed.
Ellissia nodded her head sadly. "It got me too. I was busy getting dressed to go clubbing when suddenly the thing shoved a tentacle up my skirt and into my ass. It then pulled me in and tore off all my clothes before swallowing me. I tried calling for help, but nobody could hear me. Are you two okay?"
"We're fine." Phoenix replied, looking around to avoid staring at the naked cat. "But what does this thing want with us? I thought it was going to digest us."
"Me too. I..." Ellissia's words were cut off as the giant creature began to move, making the three furs tumble about inside the sack. When the movements stopped, the trio were lying on top of each other. They wiggled free of each bother, embarressed by their bodies pressing together like that.
"Ai yai yai... this is ma... hmph!" Striker began to say when, while turning to look one way, found his muzzle shoved against the backside of a body being squeezed through the sack hole feet first. Striker tried to pull back, but found his face buried against the femalehood of another victim. Phoenix and Ellissia saw that it was the form of a female deer. Phoenix and Ellissia tried to help the doe as her large breasts bounced free from the opening, followed by her head and then her arms. The deer now lay upside down against Striker, who was still trying to get his face out of her private spots. The doe immediately felt this sensation and looked. She gasped and struggled off Striker. "What! What the hell is this?"
Phoenix took the doe's one hand while Striker gasped out as the deer's thigh slid off his face. "Are you okay?" She asked the female.
The doe looked around in consternation. "Who are you? Did... did the thing get you too?" She finally asked, still shocked by her surroundings.
"Yeah," Ellissia nodded. "Are you okay?"
The deer nodded her head. "I'm... I'm all right. Me and my mate... we were just getting ready to make love in the shower when this thing came and..."
"Head's up!" Striker said as he took hold of another pair of black hooves. The doe gasped when she recognized whose brown-furred legs that were coming into the sack. "My mate!"
Soon the male deer was also inside the sack, making it more crowded. Again the fly moved, causing the furs to bump against each other and inadvertantly grab each other for support. There were red faces all around as they found themselves grabbing each other's bodies, groping a breast or grasping an erect cock or even pressing naked bodies against one another. It only went downhill from there as the fly brought in more and more victims, further shrinking the available space. The giant insect mutation went around the hotel exterior, grabbing whatever prey it could get using either its snare tentacles or the mind spiders' cocooning ability. Soon its abdomen was a big, swollen, squirming mass of bodies. Faces, paws, legs, butts and feet were visible on the skin of the sack, the victims inside being squished against one another.
The fly felt it could take no more victims inside its prison sack. But the fifteen creatures it had caught were more than enough. Beating its wings until they buzzed, the fly took off from the hotel and began to fly through the night sky over the city. It was heading back home, carrying with it a special delivery for its mother.
Though it was late at night, the Huskyville Airport was still open and a buzz of activity. The popularity of the town to tourists and holidaymakers ensured that the airport, while still too small to be called a major airport, was always busy. The night shift traffic controllers guided in small planes, private jets and even the occasional jumbo on and off the runway at regular intervals. The terminal was full of visitors, both arriving and departing, and airport staff ranging from ticket sellers and baggage handlers to security guards and maintenance crews.
So when the white Learjet landed on the runway and taxied up to the terminal, none one paid much attention. Nor did anyone notice the three females passengers; an arctic wolf, a siamese cat and a dark elf; disembark and go through the usual security checks. To everyone else, the trio was just another set of tourists coming to enjoy the Huskyville holiday scene. The only individual who paid much attention to them and ask them questions was the taxi driver who took them from the airport into town, and even he was only making small talk and conversation.
But the three females were here for more than just fun. They were on a mission.
At the Huskyville Tee-Off golf course, at the edge of the 18th green, a cluster of plant blooms sprouted out of a sand bunker. The flowers were arranged in a neat circle around a very large stem and flower, which was about three times bigger than the others. Mind spiders scurried about on the rough and green, their sensors alert for any possible threats or prey. Lying at edge of the 18th hole were three pairs of jogging sneakers and socks, all that was left of three female husky college students who had gone streaking on the course before falling victim to the super plant.
The super plant sat inside the loose earth several stories beneath the green, it's bulky mass only slightly larger than it was when it left the Huskyville beach. The plant had discovered that hunting in this new region was difficult. Not because there was a lack of prey, but because there was so many of them that the plant found it very hard to snag a victim or two with raising alarm. In fact, the three prey it had caught on the golf course represented its biggest catch. As a result, the plant now waited until the return of one of its creatures.
Even the introduction of three young huskies to its food supply didn't do much to dent the hunger and the need for more energy the plant felt. It's evolution was being halted by this shortage, and what made it worse was that the next evolutionary phase for the plant could present it with a way of getting much more food to it than any method it had at its disposal at the moment. The plant had realized that some victims were more than willing to give themselves up to the plant when it consumed them, in particular the very first one that had brought it to life. And it had discovered that one of the early females it had captured, a vixen, would allow it to somehow coherce or even control these cooperatve victims. But until it had sufficient energy to do so, the plant couldn't even begin developing the means to do so.
Several mind spiders sent back signals of something coming towards the plant and it turned to detect what it was. When the thing came close enough, the plant picked up the signals coming from it and identified it. It was the bag fly, returning from an apparently successful hunt. The bag fly was another evolutionary construct of the plant like the spiders, using a combination of fly and plant DNA. It's creation was to allow the plant to get faraway victims without risking exposure. And now it had returned with a good number of prey in its body. The plant sent back signals to the creature, instructing it to begin handing over the food.
The fly acknowledged and buzzed over to the opening flowers. The scene was almost like that of a bee landing on a bloom to get nectar, but instead of the plant feeding the insect it was the other way around. The fly attached its feeding tube to the flower opening and allowed the plant's vines to reach in and grab a victim from inside the sack. The victim was pulled through the bug's body, then into the flower shoot where it was incapasitated before being swallowed down. The fly then moved on to the next flower and repeated the process. With each new body going into the flower, the plant could detect faint hints of their unreleased energies. Fresh nourishment for the creature.
But when the plant got another victim, it picked up some surprising information from the bag fly. Apparently this particular female prey had, along with another male prey, put out far more energy when stimulated together than any other on their own. The plant was baffled. It knew well how much energy each body gave off, so how was it that these two gave off so much? It had to know. If it meant more food for it, then the plant was determined to discover why. It took the female into the flower shoot, then immediately took the male one into it as well. While the fly continued to unload with the other flowers, the plant pulled the couple down its shoot, deeper into the earth towards its belly.
Once there, the plant begin to change one of the unoccupied feeding pods. It stretched and expanded to give more room to the two incoming furs, and also developed additional feeders to accommodate them. The transformation was done just as the couple reached the end of the tube. First the female, then the male, were released and deposited into the pod, which was then sealed up.
Now it was time for the plant to observe and learn.
Phoenix was the first to recover. She lay on her side, groaning as she began to awake. She rolled onto her back, slowly trying to open her eyes. Her mind was drowsy, but quickly clearing up. The pomeranian's vision was still blurry, but she could begin to remember what happened. She remembered how she and Striker got caught and swallowed by that creature, then being squished inside a sack along with a dozen other naked furs. After that, things were very unclear. Phoenix rubbed her eyes.
"Oh boy... must have been a bad dream," Phoenix figured. Those events were too strange for her to be real, though it sure did feel real.
Phoenix's eyes were getting back into focus when she started to notice an odd chorus of moans and other noises all around her. Confused, Phoenix rubbed her eyes again and looked back up. There was something green above her, something that looked like some kind of closed sphincter. Sphincter? Phoenix realized that something wasn't right here. She turned her head a little to see where she was. When her eyes saw it, the pomeranian female jumped to her feet with shock.
Before her was a sight she remembered all too well. Dozens of liquid-filled pods, each with a female or male fur inside of it. Each of them were being yiffed in every possible manner by tentacles coming out from the top and bottom of the pods. Some furs thrashed around, others shivered and shuddered, some just floated in the pod fluids and not a few were in orgasm. All of them were moaning in pleasure or making other kinds of noises indicating their enjoyment of being fucked like they were. Phoenix knew how that felt, because she had also been a sex prisoner of the plant. But how did she find herself here again? The plant had been destroyed!
A familiar groan caught Phoenix's attention. She quickly looked to the source and saw Striker lying naked on the pod floor, stirring as he was beginning to wake. She knelt next to her mate and began to shake his shoulder. "Strikie! Strikie, wake up!" She called out to him.
Striker frowned and reached up to rub his eyes. "Phoenix? Sorry, was I keeping you awake with my dreaming again?" He asked her, his voice indicating he still had not fully recovered.
"Strikie, it wasn't a dream! We really were swallowed by that thing in our room!" Phoenix responded, hoping that would bring him to his senses.
It did. Striker's eyes sprung wide open and he sat up. He rubbed his eyes and then looked around. The cocker spaniel's mouth fell open when he saw where he was. "Ai yai yai! What is this place?" Striker asked in shock, staring at a trio of pods that held three young female huskies being yiffed out of their minds.
"I know where we are." Phoenix replied as she helped Striker to his feet. "Remember that time I was inside that sex plant?"
Striker stared at Phoenix, blinking in surprise. He knew well what the pomeranian was telling him about. He looked back out at the other pods, seeing their unfortunate prisoners. "You... you mean we have been...?" He let the question hang in the air.
"Yes, it's the same one." Phoenix answered, moving against Striker for comfort. Striker put his arms around her and hugged her naked body against his, still looking around at the pods. He saw Ellissia, the deer couple and several of their fellow captives lying inside unfilled cells, still unconscious but alive. Phoenix looked around, trying to keep her eyes avert from what was happening around them. That's when she saw the sealed opening above her. She tapped Striker's shoulder and then pointed upwards at the seal.
"You think we should try and open it?" He asked her, studying the closed sphincter.
"Definitely. And quickly, before this plant begins to yiff us." Phoenix replied, putting her paws on his shoulders. "Give me a boost."
Striker nodded and knelt, cupping his paws to form a sort of step. Phoenix put her left foot into the cup, then hoisted herself up using her mate's shoulders for support. At the same time Striker stood up, lifting Phoenix higher up. She placed her right knee on his shoulder, then reached up to the seal. Her fingers just managed to reach it and the pomeranian began to try and open it. Meanwhile, Striker found himself with his muzzle just inches away from Phoenix's privates. He could smell that arousing scent from that area very strongly, and he tried not to get carried away by it. Despite his best efforts, the cocker spaniel's penis was already beginning to peek out from its protective sheath. He looked up to get his attention away from Phoenix's thigh. "Any luck?" He asked her.
"I'm still trying, Strikie. This thing is..." Phoenix stopped in mid-sentence when she noticed a kind of gaseous vapour coming from the skin of their pod. It had the appearance of steam, but had a purple hue to it. She then noticed it right before her eyes and discovered that it was also seeping out of pores in the rim of the sealed opening. The pomeranian sniffed at the odd gas before she could stop herself. It smelled like... like... like...
Phoenix held her head. She was starting to feel very funny up here. Almost as if something was telling her there was more important things for her to do than escape. At the same time she felt herself becoming more and more aroused, the sweet spot between her legs becoming moist very quickly. Phoenix shook her head in a futile attempt to clear her mind, but she kept on inhaling the increasing amounts of gas. The pomeranian was getting hornier by the second, and she found she could no longer hold herself back. She began to thrust her thigh against Striker's face. Striker was caught by surprise when he found Phoenix's wet vaginal entrance rammed right up against his noise, the powerful scent nearly overwhelming him. He uncupped his paws and pulled Phoenix's right leg from his shoulder, letting her slide back down onto the floor. Her breasts bounced as her feet touched down.
"Phoenix! What's the matter with you?" Striker asked her, but immediately he saw that she had that look on her face. The kind that he saw her give him prior to them getting out of the shower. He also noticed, for the first time, the strange gas vapours coming out the sides of their cell walls.
Phoenix didn't answer Striker's question. Instead, she went up and began to kiss him. She put her arms around his neck and hugged her nude body against his, rubbing her thigh against his groin. The pomeranian's tail wagged while she gave off a needy whine even as she kept on kissing. Striker was completely startled by Phoenix's eager approach, and he could feel her body touching and rubbing against his malehood, which was quickly growing back to its full length. I have to make her snap out of this, the cocker spaniel thought as he began to try and pry his amorous wife off him.
Striker had just managed to break the kiss with Phoenix and took a deep breath, discovering too late that he had inhaled a good amount of the odd gasses that were filling their cell. Right away Striker felt very strange and also very horny. His thoughts shifted fast from escape to yiffing Phoenix. He put his arms around her and then locked lips, kissing intensely and producing a happy whine from the pomeranian. He also began to push his hips forward against Phoenix, his rock-hard erection sliding against her pubic fur. Both canines were so focused on each other that neither of them noticed that their pod was filling up with a semi-transparent slime, already rising halfway up their legs.
Phoenix put her arms around Striker's neck and lifted her left leg against him, signaling to him what to do next. The cocker spaniel reached down and cupped his paws under each of her butt cheeks, then picked up her up. She raised her other leg and then wrapped them around Striker's waist. Striker's muscles flexed as he held up his wife, his fingers digging into her soft rump fur. Phoenix placed her paws on Striker's neck and hoisted herself a little bit, wiggling her hips to get her aim right. Then she relaxed, dropping back down. Her aim was spot on and Striker's erection slid in easily into her wet vagina. Both canines broke the kiss to gasp out from the sensation.
Two tendrils with cup-like tips that dropped down from the ceiling of the pod took advantage of this opportunity. Each one, moving at incredible speeds, went and attached over Striker and Phoenix's mouths and snouts, stretching to fold over their muzzles. The tendrils then shot out a second, internal length into the canines' mouths. The couple felt and saw this happen, but their minds were not clear enough to register this immediately. The tentacles then started to pump their noses with oxygen and the same gas that had been released into their pod moments before. Almost right away both Striker and Phoenix forgot about the vines over their muzzles, focusing again on screwing each other. The cocker spaniel gripped the pomeranian's buttocks, fingers digging into her soft behind, then began to lift her up and down on his cock. Phoenix gave a loud moan as she felt his thick pipe slide and rub against her vaginal flesh.
By now the goo had reached waist-height. It rose up against the bottom of Striker's furry balls and buttocks, still rising steadily. Down at the pod floor, four more tendrils with blunt ends rose out from their pores, a pair coiling around Striker's ankles and legs to anchor the male in place. The other pair went and lassoed themselves around Phoenix's partly submerged ankles and legs. But they just gripped tightly around her and did not pull her legs, which were now wrapped around Striker's waist. Having a secure hold on the couple, the pod spawned two more floor tentacles. This pair went up to the canines' waists, which have become submerged completely. One went up to Phoenix and got up to her clenched tailhole, while the other slid between Striker's rump to his own rear entry. Both canines gave out sharp gasps inside the muzzle cups as they felt the tentacles poke and prod at their puckers. But thanks to the slimey liquid, even their clenched spinchters didn't present much of a challenge to the tentacles. Once their tips managed to squeeze past their rings, they began to burrow and slide up the canine couple's asses, using the liquid as a kind of lubrication to make their journey a smooth one. Striker and Phoenix could only shuddered and moan in unison from the violating sensations and pleasures. Several vines dropped down the ceiling and quickly coiled around the cocker spaniel's and the pomeranian's upper arms to brace the couple before Striker fell over from the yiffing. The slime continued its rise, now filling up half the pod to just over the couple's bellybuttons.
Down below at the pod floor, another tentacle had appeared. Unlike the others, this one had a much different tip. The tip split into two smaller tendrils, each ending in an egg-sized cup with a thick rim with pores in it. This new vine glided through the liquid towards Striker's groin area, where his cock was sliding in and out of Phoenix's pussy fast and steady. It approached his furry testicles and made its move: each cup went and latched on over a ball, sliding their rims over those orbs until both were snugly inside a cup. As soon as that was done, the pores on the rims opened. Dozens of small vines, each one no wider than a few millmetres, came out of their holes and started to rank up the canine's groin. Like creepers growing on a building's walls, the vines curled and coiled around Striker's cock base before they started to climb up his meat stick. Not even the sliding of Phoenix's vaginal flesh over her mate's rod could stop the little vines as they climbed upwards, disappearing into her love folds. When they reached Striker's penis head, they curled tightly around it before one of them went to his urine slit. It poked and prodded for a few moments before finally wiggling in, travelling down inside to form a distinct bulge on the skin of the spaniel's penis. The male very definitely felt this, gasping and then shuddering from the strange yet enjoyable sensations.
Striker and Phoenix could feel themselves getting very close to orgasm. Phoenix whined, grinding her hips upon Striker's malehood in a circular motion to get more pleasure, while Striker pounded his vine-covered cock into her body like a jackhammmer. By now only their necks and heads were still above the goo, Phoenix's long hair spread out upon the surface. The plant was not done yet, though, for from above and below came the last few vines. The top pair had large cup tips, while the one below had a small slit and was much thinner. The top vines plunged into the goo, seeking out their targets: Phoenix's breasts, which were floating in the slime, looking even more round and full due to the bouyancy. Zeroing in, the vine tips latched on over her erect its and sucked hard, stretching themselves to cover over half her soft orbs. Phoenix felt the suction as it tugged her mounds away from her chest, pushing the pomeranian closer to release. As this happened, the thin vine below snaked towards her pussy, where Striker's vine-covered rod was sliding in and out very quickly. Opening its slit, it sought out and found what it was targeting. It slipped itself easily over Phoenix's clitoris, drawing in the little nub and continuously sucking at it.
Both canines could no longer hold it back and hit their peaks at almost exactly the same moments. Striker's muscles stiffened, his strong paws squeezing and digging into Phoenix's buttocks as he gave out a muffled howl from within his vine-covered muzzle. His own rump and tailhole clenched, squeezing the intruding vine that wormed into his ass. He thrust his throbbing cock deep into his wife's love shute as he felt himself release his load into her, not knowing that his seed was being sucked up by the plant matter on and inside his meat. Small bulges filled with semen travelled along the little cock vines down to the main length as the plant sucked up his juices.
Phoenix bent her head backwards while arching her body, howling in unison with Striker while digging her fingers into his shoulders. Her ass and pussy muscles tigthened around her violators, and she could feel the tiny, moving bulges upon Striker's rod deep within her. Her floating breasts, now standing out aggressively as she arched her body, released their warm milky contents. The two vines attached to her mounds quickly drank up this fresh milk, sucking it away to be added to the general nourishment pool. Their minds filled with nothing but pleasure, the two canines' orgasmic shudders made the liquid in their pod churn, almost making it look like it was pulsing.
While it felt like eternal bliss to the canine couple, their orgasms lasted less than half a minute. Once they started to come down, both of them went limp against each other. The vines ceased their stimulation but still held them up and fed them air and the occasional burst of nourishment into their faces. Phoenix held her nude body against Striker, murring softly while nuzzling his chest. Striker kept his paws on her rounded bottom, gently and slowly clutching and then releasing each cheek. The feelings of being together in this matter pretty much erased any thoughts of escape or even assessing the situation the couple found themselves.
A fresh blast of the arousing gas flooded Striker's and Phoenix's nostrils a few minutes later. Phoenix reacted first, grinding her hips in a circular motion upon Striker's malehood while looking lustfully at her lover. Moments later Striker began to yiff his wife, the vines on and inside their bodies resuming their work...
The plant was very satisfied, both in terms of its hunger and its discovery. The coupled victims produced much more needed energies than the plant could harvest from them individually. Though still not completely satiated, the plant could feel its hunger pangs fade significantly. It figured that maybe it could combine some of its current victims and thereby increase the amount of nourishment they released without going hunting... at least not for a while.
This also meant the plant could now devote more energy and attention to its plan of getting some of the victims turned into possible agents. It had identified a few potential hosts within its current food stock, plus an additional one that had arrived with the current batch. Using whatever energies it could spare, the plant began to grow the special cocoons from the fibres in the ceiling of its stomach. At the same time, it began working on getting more couples together for joint harvesting and getting its prospective agents together.
Ellissia the cat leaned against the walls of her pod, panting and purring from an orgasm she had brought upon herself with her fingers. Her pussy was wet and the fingers of her right paw were covered with her own moisture. The feline was unable to help herself. When she woke up and found herself in this strange chamber, she saw her hotel neighbours, Striker and Phoenix, yiffing each other in the pod next to hers. And that they, in turn, were being yiffed by tentacles coming from the top and bottom of their pod. While Ellissia stared in shock, she also unintentionally began to masturbate herself. She hit her peak when the couple did, causing her to meow out loudly within her prison.
Ellissia wasn't the only audience. Inside several nearby pods was the nude deer couple and a few of the other furs who had been with them in the sack of that creature. All of them stood tranfixed and staring at the kinky scene before their eyes. Judging from where the buck and the doe were placing their hands and fingers, it was clear to the feline that they had enjoyed the display despite the look of consternation on their faces. The other prisoners were no less different, either.
All at once, several things happened. As soon as the two canines began to yiff again, the seal at the top of Ellissia's pod opened up. At the same time the pods of the deer couple also opened up. Ellissia looked up to see several vines coming from the ceiling of their chamber directly towards the open pods. The feline mewled, nervous about what the plant had in store for them. When three of those vines got close to the cell, she could see one of them had the cup-tip that attached to her face while the others were blunt-tipped. Ellissia backed up against the pod lining and tried to cover her muzzle with her arms. Too late she realized this mistake when the vines lassoed around them and coiled around up to her shoulders. They pulled her arms up and lifted her off the slimey pod floor. Ellissia started to struggle, but that changed when the cup vine sucked onto her face and pumped her with the sedative gas.
Again Ellissia smelled that weird scent and had the feeling of her muscles becoming as weak as jelly. She tried to hold her breath, but it was a brief and futile moment of resistance. The feline gasped for air after only a few seconds and inhaled more of the toxin/oxygen mixture, further weakening her resolve. This made it easier for the vines to lift her off her feet and up out of her pod. Ellissia was only able to keep her eyes partly open. She could not only see herself rise up above the pods, but also spot how the deer couple were both put into a single pod and how a few other furs were being brought up like she was. The closest one to her was a young female vixen who looked barely out of her teens, dangling weakly in the vines' grip and dripping slime from the pod she was taken out of. The only thing the vixen could do was moan and occasionally cough.
Ellissia looked up to see where she and the others were being taken. She saw her vines were pulling her towards a kind of large flower that dangled from the ceiling. A few similar flowers were clustered around hers, and she could see each fur the vines held were being taken to their own bloom. Ellissia was pulled right up to her own flower. She was wondering what was happening when everything went dark as the flower's petals closed over her, each one sealing up by the seams and cocooning the feline within its tight grasp. The vixen and the other furs, all female, were also sealed up inside the makeshift plant pouches. Ellissia could feel herself being squeezed tightly by the sides of her cocoon, her nude body pressing against the smooth and moist sides.
Suddenly a new kind of toxin was pumped into Ellissia's nose. The feline barely had time to register this in her mind when she fell into a deep sleep, going limp within her cocoon. As she drifted off to dreamland, dozens of tiny, thin vines began to grow out of the sides of her prison.
Down below, the deer couple were already mating away, the buck lying on his back while the doe rode upon his malehood while vines stuffed and sucked upon their private parts. Both of them were already slaves to the pleasure, just like the canine couple in the pod next to them. Around the two pairs more and more couples were being put together, making several sets of dual sexual batteries to feed the plant...
Meanwhile, down at the Huskyville docks, several military ships have moored up to the piers and were unloading dozens of troops, equipment and vehicles. High-ranking officers stepped down the gangways onto the concrete docks, greeted by the harbour master and several lower-ranking military officers. They all saluted, and General Whisk saluted back.
FIN
Story by: Gerhard "StrikerSA" Naudé
Striker, Phoenix copyright to: Gerhard "StrikerSA" Naudé
Ellissia and Ookamisuke copyright to: Their respective owners